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Silently, he prayed that whatever residual magic had helped Raphael heal quickly would also help him. \n\nWhen he opened the door, he was not surprised to see that Michelangelo was already there, pacing the room. \n\n“When do you think they will be back,” Michelangelo asked the second Donatello closed the door. \n\n“I do not know,” Donatello replied, leaning heavily against the door while he waited for the room to stop spinning. \n\nClosing his eyes, Donatello took deep breaths in an attempt to fight off the urge to expel the contents of his stomach. When he opened his eyes again, Michelangelo was standing in front of him. \n\n“Did my dad hit you that hard?”\n\n“He did more than just hit me,” Donatello mumbled, unable to keep eye contact. \n\nTears filled Michelangelo’s eyes. “I am so sorry.”\n\nFinding Michelangelo in the room might not have been a surprise, but when he came up beside Donatello to help him to his cot, it was entirely unexpected. It was against all rules of edict but Donatello was too tired to protest. \n\n“I really am sorry,” Michelangelo said as he helped Donatello lie down. \n\n“You shouldn’t,” Donatello replied, waving Michelangelo away. “Don’t fuss over me, it will anger your father.”\n\n“I don’t care,” Michelangelo argued. \n\n“You won’t be the one punished for it,” Donatello pointed out. \n\nNodding his understanding, Michelangelo backed away. \n\nUnable to tolerate another moment of pain, Donatello popped another herb bundle into his mouth and rested his head on his pillow. The bitter taste told him it was stronger that the ones he had taken before. \n\nHe was unclear how much time had passed; the herbs left his mind in a fog. When he heard the door open, he carefully sat up. “Do you need anything from me, your highness?”\n\n“Not at the moment,” Raphael replied before turning to Michelangelo. “Do you have oil?”\n\nMichelangelo shook his head. \n\n“Take mine,” Raphael said, pointing to the bottle of oil on the bedside table. “Make sure Leonardo brings it back with him.”\n\n“I will,” Michelangelo agreed as he ran over to collect the bottle. \n\n“What… what’s the… uh… oil for,” Leonardo asked, sounding a little uneasy. \n\nRaphael chuckled. “You’ll find out soon enough. Trust me, you’ll be grateful for it.”\n\n“He’ll be back before dawn,” Michelangelo stated, grabbing Leonardo by the hand and leading him towards the secret door.\n\n“Don’t take more than a few hours,” Raphael called after them. \n\nThe door closed, leaving Raphael and Donatello alone. \n\n“I will help you undress,” Donatello said as he struggled to get to his feet. \n\n“I can do it,” Raphael said with a wave of his hand. \n\n“If I cannot perform my duties,” Donatello argued, “the king will send me to Hun.”\n\n“My father’s not here.” After a momentary struggle, Raphael managed to undo one fasten. \n\nDonatello walked up to Raphael and brushed his hands away. “At this rate, it will be dawn before you’re done.”\n\nRaphael watched Donatello in stunned silence for a while before saying, “Did you just…? I don’t know if I should laugh or be insulted.”\n\n“Over what, your highness,” Donatello replied. “What did I do?”\n\nRaphael cupped Donatello’s cheek and looked him in the eyes. “My father hit you hard. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so blunt with your words.” \n\n“I took some medicine,” Donatello said, unable to keep eye contact. \n\n“That also explains it,” Raphael meekly replied. “I swear I will never do what he did.”\n\nDonatello paused in his work. “Nevio said that your father swore the same thing, when he was young.”\n\n“I don’t want to be like him,” Raphael choked out. “I will not be like him.”\n\n“You will be,” Donatello mumbled as he got back to work. “You’re just like he was.”\n\n“How would you know,” Raphael demanded with a scoff. “It’s not like you knew him in his youth.”\n\n“Nevio tells me stories,” Donatello said. “He allowed himself to love the king and still does, despite everything. I won’t be so foolish. No matter how endearing you are now, you’ll end up just like him. I can’t love someone like that. I won’t”\n\n“I probably won’t ever be king,” Raphael said. \n\n“Despite his threats, your father’s not going to kill you,” Donatello said. \n\n“It’s not my father I’m worried about,” Raphael replied. “My grandfather killed his family to gain power, and he will not live forever. His sons are no different. My father is already plotting ways to kill his brothers to become the next emperor. No doubt, my uncles are all doing the same. My father will either succeed or he will fail and we will all die.”\n\n“Maybe you’ll be made a slave,” Donatello replied. “That’s worse than death.” Donatello removed the last article of clothing and set it all out in the hall for another slave to collect and clean. Closing the door, Donatello turned to consider Raphael. “Something’s been bothering me.”\n\n“What is that,” Raphael asked as he pulled on a pair of soft slacks.\n\n“How did you know that you would like it…, that way,” Donatello asked. 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It turned out, I liked it.”\n\n“That makes sense,” Donatello said, his mind and body feeling groggy and numb. “I guess.” At least the pain had subsided. “Is there anything else you need from me?”\n\n“Lie down before you collapse,” Raphael said. “I hope whatever magic that helped me heal is still lingering enough to help you.”\n\n“I was hoping the same,” Donatello said, tumbling into his pallet. “I don’t know how long things like that last.”\n\nRaphael knelt next to him and helped him get situated, pulling the thin sheet over him. “If I become king and manage to keep my promise to not be like my father, will you be able to love me then?”\n\n“Yes,” Donatello whispered as he closed his eyes. \n\n“Then I will fight harder,” were the last words he heard as sleep set in. \n\n……\n\n\n“I hope we’re not going to the library,” Leonardo said, his voice sounding loud even though it was barely a whisper. “I don’t think I can do… what we’re supposed to do with the portraits of my ancestors watching us.”\n\nMichelangelo let out a nervous chuckle. “I don’t blame you. I set up another room that sits on the other side of my room’s fireplace.”\n\nWhen they entered the room, Michelangelo used his candle to light an oil lamp in the corner. The mirrors in the encasing reflected and amplified the light from the flame enough to fill the small room. \n\nThere were blankets and pillows arranged on the floor of the otherwise barren room. \n\n“What now,” Leonardo asked. \n\nMichelangelo set the bottle of oil on the floor next to the pillows. “We disrobe.”\n\nEven though he didn’t know what to expect, the thought of being naked with Michelangelo was arousing. That arousal caused Leonardo to hesitate. He wasn’t sure how it would be seen. When he saw that Michelangelo was also aroused, it put his mind a little more at ease and he was able to remove the remainder of his garments. \n\n“You are a sculpted beauty,” Michelangelo said as his eyes roamed over Leonardo’s body. Leonardo flushed with both embarrassment and excitement while he admired Michelangelo. \n\nThe need to be closer had Leonardo rushing to close the gap between them. Their erections brushed against each other as he pulled Michelangelo into a kiss, eliciting a churr from them both. \n\nMouths pressed together, they started moving their lips and eventually added their tongues. His body was on fire and demanding release. Grabbing both their erections, Leonardo did the only thing he knew to alleviate that need. \n\nBreaking the kiss, Michelangelo let out a soft churr and lay his head on Leonardo’s shoulder. The warmth of Michelangelo’s breath against his neck and the sound of his whimpers, spurred Leonardo on. \n\nMichelangelo gripped Leonardo’s shoulder and gasped. “Leo….” His cock throbbed against Leonardo’s as his warm seed flowed from his tip and it wasn’t long before Leonardo’s was added to the mix. \n\n“That’s… not what we were supposed to do,” Michelangelo said in good humor, backing up and looking down between them. \n\n“Sorry,” Leonardo replied, releasing his grip. “I got a little carried away.”\n\n“It was a good way to break the tension,” Mikey quipped and flashed a bright smile. \n\nIt still amazed Leonardo with how smitten he was with him. “So, what are we supposed to do?”\n\n“Lie down,” Michelangelo instructed, pointing to the makeshift bed. \n\nLeonardo nodded. “Okay.”\n\nAs he settled on the bed, Michelangelo sat down next to him and picked up the oil. “Part your legs and lower your tail.”\n\nThe euphoric high that had been brought on just moments ago was fading quickly as Leonardo started to connect the dots. Lack of experience did nothing to keep Leonardo from figuring out what was going to happen and he wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea. He couldn’t bring himself to lower his tail and he had to fight the urge to bring his knees together. \n\n“I promise, it will feel good,” Mikey said as be poured oil onto his fingers. “Don’t you trust me?”\n\nSteeling his nerves, Leonardo nodded his head and lowered his tail. Michelangelo’s finger touched his anus and it took all of his willpower not to pull away. Michelangelo ran his finger in a circular motion, along the outside first. \n\nHis muscles reacted by clenching and releasing almost rhythmically. It was strange but not entirely unpleasant. Then, Michelangelo pushed his finger inside, causing Leonardo to hiss and clench. \n\nPropping himself up on his elbows, Leonardo looked at Michelangelo. “Ow.”\n\n“Just relax,” Michelangelo instructed. \n\n“Relax?” Leonardo concentrated on his breathing in an effort to get his muscles to unclench. “I don’t know how this is supposed to be… ah….” His words were cut off by a sudden sensation that stole his breath away. \n\nMichelangelo flashed him a knowing smile. “I told you.”\n\nMichelangelo moved his finger and Leonardo was once again overcome by the sensation. Laying his head back on the pillows, he closed his eyes and savored the new experience. “This is good,” he mumbled. “Strange but good.”\n\nHis erection grew but he decided not to do anything with it yet. He wanted this to last for as long as possible. If he touched himself, it would be over all too quickly. \n\nWhen Michelangelo pulled his finger out, Leonardo’s head shot up again. “Why’d you stop?”\n\n“Just moving on to the next step,” Michelangelo said, stroking his cock while moving between Leonardo’s legs. \n\n“That’s a lot bigger than your finger,” Leonardo pointed out. “Is it going to fit?”\n\n“Stay relaxed and it will go in,” Michelangelo replied. \n\nClinching the blankets, Leonardo focused on his breathing and did his best not to tense up. There was some discomfort as his muscles were stretched to fit Michelangelo’s girth, causing his grip on the sheets to tighten. \n\n“More oil,” Leonardo requested, finally understanding what Raphael meant when he said he would be grateful for it. \n\nMichelangelo added more as he carefully worked his way in deeper. By the time he was fully embedded, the pain had subsided to a dull ache. Leonardo released his grip on the blankets and willed his body to relax. \n\nLeaning down, Michelangelo kissed his lips and smiled, “The hard part’s over,” then started to rock his hips. “This is the fun part.”\n\nThe new sensation of having something inside him was strange at first but then it started to feel good. That glorious feeling was returning but this time Leonardo did not deny his cock some attention. \n\nWhatever pleasure center Michelangelo was stimulating inside him greatly enhanced the sensation in his erection. It was better than anything he had ever managed for himself. He almost forgot to breathe. Then he couldn’t, when every muscle tightened as his orgasm struck. \n\nA kiss on the lips brought him out of his blissful stupor. He had never felt so good. “I can get used to this,” Leonardo said, looking up into Michelangelo’s eyes, that seemed to sparkle in the dim light. \n\n“We have to do this as often as we can,” Michelangelo agreed resting his head on Leonardo’s shoulder. \n\nLeonardo ran his fingers though the puddle of his sperm on his chest. “I need to clean myself off. I’m… sticky.”\n\n“Leave it,” Michelangelo mumbled. “More evidence for my father to find in the morning.”\n\nLeonardo cringed. “You want me to return to your brother’s room, covered like this?”\n\n“It’s not the best part of all this,” Michelangelo admitted with a shrug as he sat up. “It’s only for tonight. Once my father is satisfied, believing that Raph has taken you for a lover, he’ll move on to other things.”\n\n“I hope so.” Leonardo got to his feet and collected his clothes from off the floor. “I’m not looking forward to walking into your brother’s room like this.” He started to redress but Michelangelo stopped him. \n\n“Might as well go back naked,” he said while collecting his own things. “Drop your clothes on the floor and climb into Raph’s bed.” He picked up the bottle of oil. “Don’t forget to take this. I’ll find a way to get a bottle in here for us next time.”\n\nAccepting the bottle, Leonardo turned it a few times in his hands. “I wish we could stay together a little longer.”\n\n“Me too,” Michelangelo said with a sad smile. “But, we can’t risk falling asleep. If you’re not in my brother’s bed tomorrow morning….”\n\n“I know,” Leonardo said. “Still….”\n\nMichelangelo pulled Leonardo into a tender kiss. 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The entire time, Michelangelo pouted over Raphael going off with Leonardo alone. “It would look suspicious if you went with them,” Donatello reminded him.

“I know,” Michelangelo groaned.

Donatello held the door open for the prince and then helped him to undress. Donatello wanted nothing more than to lie down but he had to fulfill his duties.

“Do you need anything else from me?”

Michelangelo shook his head. “No. I can manage the rest on my own.”

“Very well, your majesty,” Donatello replied, bowing, before taking his leave.

Taking slow, deliberate steps, Donatello made his way to Raphael’s room. His head still pounded and his body ached. Silently, he prayed that whatever residual magic had helped Raphael heal quickly would also help him.

When he opened the door, he was not surprised to see that Michelangelo was already there, pacing the room.

“When do you think they will be back,” Michelangelo asked the second Donatello closed the door.

“I do not know,” Donatello replied, leaning heavily against the door while he waited for the room to stop spinning.

Closing his eyes, Donatello took deep breaths in an attempt to fight off the urge to expel the contents of his stomach. When he opened his eyes again, Michelangelo was standing in front of him.

“Did my dad hit you that hard?”

“He did more than just hit me,” Donatello mumbled, unable to keep eye contact.

Tears filled Michelangelo’s eyes. “I am so sorry.”

Finding Michelangelo in the room might not have been a surprise, but when he came up beside Donatello to help him to his cot, it was entirely unexpected. It was against all rules of edict but Donatello was too tired to protest.

“I really am sorry,” Michelangelo said as he helped Donatello lie down.

“You shouldn’t,” Donatello replied, waving Michelangelo away. “Don’t fuss over me, it will anger your father.”

“I don’t care,” Michelangelo argued.

“You won’t be the one punished for it,” Donatello pointed out.

Nodding his understanding, Michelangelo backed away.

Unable to tolerate another moment of pain, Donatello popped another herb bundle into his mouth and rested his head on his pillow. The bitter taste told him it was stronger that the ones he had taken before.

He was unclear how much time had passed; the herbs left his mind in a fog. When he heard the door open, he carefully sat up. “Do you need anything from me, your highness?”

“Not at the moment,” Raphael replied before turning to Michelangelo. “Do you have oil?”

Michelangelo shook his head.

“Take mine,” Raphael said, pointing to the bottle of oil on the bedside table. “Make sure Leonardo brings it back with him.”

“I will,” Michelangelo agreed as he ran over to collect the bottle.

“What… what’s the… uh… oil for,” Leonardo asked, sounding a little uneasy.

Raphael chuckled. “You’ll find out soon enough. Trust me, you’ll be grateful for it.”

“He’ll be back before dawn,” Michelangelo stated, grabbing Leonardo by the hand and leading him towards the secret door.

“Don’t take more than a few hours,” Raphael called after them.

The door closed, leaving Raphael and Donatello alone.

“I will help you undress,” Donatello said as he struggled to get to his feet.

“I can do it,” Raphael said with a wave of his hand.

“If I cannot perform my duties,” Donatello argued, “the king will send me to Hun.”

“My father’s not here.” After a momentary struggle, Raphael managed to undo one fasten.

Donatello walked up to Raphael and brushed his hands away. “At this rate, it will be dawn before you’re done.”

Raphael watched Donatello in stunned silence for a while before saying, “Did you just…? I don’t know if I should laugh or be insulted.”

“Over what, your highness,” Donatello replied. “What did I do?”

Raphael cupped Donatello’s cheek and looked him in the eyes. “My father hit you hard. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so blunt with your words.”

“I took some medicine,” Donatello said, unable to keep eye contact.

“That also explains it,” Raphael meekly replied. “I swear I will never do what he did.”

Donatello paused in his work. “Nevio said that your father swore the same thing, when he was young.”

“I don’t want to be like him,” Raphael choked out. “I will not be like him.”

“You will be,” Donatello mumbled as he got back to work. “You’re just like he was.”

“How would you know,” Raphael demanded with a scoff. “It’s not like you knew him in his youth.”

“Nevio tells me stories,” Donatello said. “He allowed himself to love the king and still does, despite everything. I won’t be so foolish. No matter how endearing you are now, you’ll end up just like him. I can’t love someone like that. I won’t”

“I probably won’t ever be king,” Raphael said.

“Despite his threats, your father’s not going to kill you,” Donatello said.

“It’s not my father I’m worried about,” Raphael replied. “My grandfather killed his family to gain power, and he will not live forever. His sons are no different. My father is already plotting ways to kill his brothers to become the next emperor. No doubt, my uncles are all doing the same. My father will either succeed or he will fail and we will all die.”

“Maybe you’ll be made a slave,” Donatello replied. “That’s worse than death.” Donatello removed the last article of clothing and set it all out in the hall for another slave to collect and clean. Closing the door, Donatello turned to consider Raphael. “Something’s been bothering me.”

“What is that,” Raphael asked as he pulled on a pair of soft slacks.

“How did you know that you would like it…, that way,” Donatello asked. When Raphael gave him a quizzical look, Donatello clarified. “You know…, the way you had sex with me. Have you been with someone else?”

Raphael shook his head and sighed. “After I was taught what to do, I practiced on myself. I wanted to make sure that I knew what I was doing so I wouldn’t hurt y… the one I was with. It turned out, I liked it.”

“That makes sense,” Donatello said, his mind and body feeling groggy and numb. “I guess.” At least the pain had subsided. “Is there anything else you need from me?”

“Lie down before you collapse,” Raphael said. “I hope whatever magic that helped me heal is still lingering enough to help you.”

“I was hoping the same,” Donatello said, tumbling into his pallet. “I don’t know how long things like that last.”

Raphael knelt next to him and helped him get situated, pulling the thin sheet over him. “If I become king and manage to keep my promise to not be like my father, will you be able to love me then?”

“Yes,” Donatello whispered as he closed his eyes.  

“Then I will fight harder,” were the last words he heard as sleep set in.

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“I hope we’re not going to the library,” Leonardo said, his voice sounding loud even though it was barely a whisper. “I don’t think I can do… what we’re supposed to do with the portraits of my ancestors watching us.”

Michelangelo let out a nervous chuckle. “I don’t blame you. I set up another room that sits on the other side of my room’s fireplace.”

When they entered the room, Michelangelo used his candle to light an oil lamp in the corner. The mirrors in the encasing reflected and amplified the light from the flame enough to fill the small room.

There were blankets and pillows arranged on the floor of the otherwise barren room.

“What now,” Leonardo asked.

Michelangelo set the bottle of oil on the floor next to the pillows. “We disrobe.”

Even though he didn’t know what to expect, the thought of being naked with Michelangelo was arousing. That arousal caused Leonardo to hesitate. He wasn’t sure how it would be seen. When he saw that Michelangelo was also aroused, it put his mind a little more at ease and he was able to remove the remainder of his garments.

“You are a sculpted beauty,” Michelangelo said as his eyes roamed over Leonardo’s body. Leonardo flushed with both embarrassment and excitement while he admired Michelangelo.

The need to be closer had Leonardo rushing to close the gap between them. Their erections brushed against each other as he pulled Michelangelo into a kiss, eliciting a churr from them both.

Mouths pressed together, they started moving their lips and eventually added their tongues. His body was on fire and demanding release. Grabbing both their erections, Leonardo did the only thing he knew to alleviate that need.

Breaking the kiss, Michelangelo let out a soft churr and lay his head on Leonardo’s shoulder. The warmth of Michelangelo’s breath against his neck and the sound of his whimpers, spurred Leonardo on.

Michelangelo gripped Leonardo’s shoulder and gasped. “Leo….” His cock throbbed against Leonardo’s as his warm seed flowed from his tip and it wasn’t long before Leonardo’s was added to the mix.

“That’s… not what we were supposed to do,” Michelangelo said in good humor, backing up and looking down between them.

“Sorry,” Leonardo replied, releasing his grip. “I got a little carried away.”

“It was a good way to break the tension,” Mikey quipped and flashed a bright smile.

It still amazed Leonardo with how smitten he was with him. “So, what are we supposed to do?”

“Lie down,” Michelangelo instructed, pointing to the makeshift bed.

Leonardo nodded. “Okay.”

As he settled on the bed, Michelangelo sat down next to him and picked up the oil. “Part your legs and lower your tail.”

The euphoric high that had been brought on just moments ago was fading quickly as Leonardo started to connect the dots. Lack of experience did nothing to keep Leonardo from figuring out what was going to happen and he wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea. He couldn’t bring himself to lower his tail and he had to fight the urge to bring his knees together.

“I promise, it will feel good,” Mikey said as be poured oil onto his fingers. “Don’t you trust me?”

Steeling his nerves, Leonardo nodded his head and lowered his tail. Michelangelo’s finger touched his anus and it took all of his willpower not to pull away. Michelangelo ran his finger in a circular motion, along the outside first.

His muscles reacted by clenching and releasing almost rhythmically. It was strange but not entirely unpleasant. Then, Michelangelo pushed his finger inside, causing Leonardo to hiss and clench.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Leonardo looked at Michelangelo. “Ow.”

“Just relax,” Michelangelo instructed.

“Relax?” Leonardo concentrated on his breathing in an effort to get his muscles to unclench. “I don’t know how this is supposed to be… ah….” His words were cut off by a sudden sensation that stole his breath away.

Michelangelo flashed him a knowing smile. “I told you.”

Michelangelo moved his finger and Leonardo was once again overcome by the sensation. Laying his head back on the pillows, he closed his eyes and savored the new experience. “This is good,” he mumbled. “Strange but good.”

His erection grew but he decided not to do anything with it yet. He wanted this to last for as long as possible. If he touched himself, it would be over all too quickly.

When Michelangelo pulled his finger out, Leonardo’s head shot up again. “Why’d you stop?”

“Just moving on to the next step,” Michelangelo said, stroking his cock while moving between Leonardo’s legs.

“That’s a lot bigger than your finger,” Leonardo pointed out. “Is it going to fit?”

“Stay relaxed and it will go in,” Michelangelo replied.

Clinching the blankets, Leonardo focused on his breathing and did his best not to tense up. There was some discomfort as his muscles were stretched to fit Michelangelo’s girth, causing his grip on the sheets to tighten.

“More oil,” Leonardo requested, finally understanding what Raphael meant when he said he would be grateful for it.

Michelangelo added more as he carefully worked his way in deeper. By the time he was fully embedded, the pain had subsided to a dull ache. Leonardo released his grip on the blankets and willed his body to relax.

Leaning down, Michelangelo kissed his lips and smiled, “The hard part’s over,” then started to rock his hips. “This is the fun part.”

The new sensation of having something inside him was strange at first but then it started to feel good. That glorious feeling was returning but this time Leonardo did not deny his cock some attention.

Whatever pleasure center Michelangelo was stimulating inside him greatly enhanced the sensation in his erection. It was better than anything he had ever managed for himself. He almost forgot to breathe. Then he couldn’t, when every muscle tightened as his orgasm struck.

A kiss on the lips brought him out of his blissful stupor. He had never felt so good. “I can get used to this,” Leonardo said, looking up into Michelangelo’s eyes, that seemed to sparkle in the dim light.

“We have to do this as often as we can,” Michelangelo agreed resting his head on Leonardo’s shoulder.

Leonardo ran his fingers though the puddle of his sperm on his chest. “I need to clean myself off. I’m… sticky.”

“Leave it,” Michelangelo mumbled. “More evidence for my father to find in the morning.”

Leonardo cringed. “You want me to return to your brother’s room, covered like this?”

“It’s not the best part of all this,” Michelangelo admitted with a shrug as he sat up. “It’s only for tonight. Once my father is satisfied, believing that Raph has taken you for a lover, he’ll move on to other things.”

“I hope so.” Leonardo got to his feet and collected his clothes from off the floor. “I’m not looking forward to walking into your brother’s room like this.” He started to redress but Michelangelo stopped him.

“Might as well go back naked,” he said while collecting his own things. “Drop your clothes on the floor and climb into Raph’s bed.” He picked up the bottle of oil. “Don’t forget to take this. I’ll find a way to get a bottle in here for us next time.”

Accepting the bottle, Leonardo turned it a few times in his hands. “I wish we could stay together a little longer.”

“Me too,” Michelangelo said with a sad smile. “But, we can’t risk falling asleep. If you’re not in my brother’s bed tomorrow morning….”

“I know,” Leonardo said. “Still….”

Michelangelo pulled Leonardo into a tender kiss. When they parted, Michelangelo pressed their foreheads together. “We’ll have more time together.”

“It will never be enough,” Leonardo stated, kissing Michelangelo one more time before pulling away. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’ll try to keep from smiling like an idiot,” Michelangelo quipped, his bright smile retuning. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Leonardo said, making it harder to leave.

The walk back to Raphael’s room was bitter, sweet. There was still a level of euphoria from being with Michelangelo but having to leave him hurt more than he imagined it would.

Leonardo looked through the hidden panels into Raphael’s room before opening the secret door. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to walk in on anything. Raphael was lying in his bed and Donatello was down on his pallet.

Entering the dimly lit room, Leonardo risked a quick glance towards Donatello. It was enough to determine that he was still breathing at least.

“Leave your clothes on the floor and get into my bed,” Raphael said, sitting up. “Do you have the oil?”

“Here,” Leonardo replied, handing it over.

“Did you use it,” Raphael asked, taking the bottle.

Leonardo nodded.

“Good.” Raphael poured some oil into his hand and then reached under the blankets. “I need to apply some to myself to further sell the lie.”

“Makes sense,” Leonardo said, dropping his clothes to the floor as he made his way to the bed.

Falling into the royal bed, Leonardo let out a soft sigh. He had no idea such comfort could even exist. But as he lay there, he started to feel a wave of dread wash over him. He looked over at the prince. He couldn’t pin point the reason but there was something about Raphael that made him uneasy.
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