Look at me

Leo was training, it seemed to be the only thing he did these days. The upside was that it made it easy for Mikey to locate his eldest brother. The sad thing was, the same could be said for Raph and Donnie too. All three of them had retreated to a place of comfort; Donnie had his lab, Raph spent most of the time in the garage, and Leo, he had the Dojo. 

Meditating and training had always been a big part of Leo's life, but now he practically lived in the Dojo. Mikey was sure Leo had even slept in there a few times over the last six months. 

It wasn’t healthy, though Mikey did understand; none of them were in a place that could be considered ‘healthy’, not since Splinter’s death. However, unlike his brothers, who had their own space to lose themselves in, Mikey only had them, and he was beginning to really miss his family. 

Mikey had already decided he could work on Donnie and Raph later, right now however, he was more worried about Leo. The older turtle needed a distraction, he needed to be brought back from the dark places he was drifting toward every day.

So with that thought in mind, Mikey crept towards the Dojo, using all his ninja training to remain unnoticed. 

Leo was caught up in each movement he was making, his body moving fluently as he mastering each kata to perfection. 

Mikey was sure if this had been a few months earlier, he wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on Leo quite so easily. ‘A master ninja was always aware of his surroundings,’ was one of the first things they had all been taught when they had started their ninja training all those years ago; except now Leo was ignoring that number one rule. He was so focused on each kick, each swing of his sword, where his feet would land, and how he was going to move into his next kata, that he was oblivious to Mikey sneaking around behind him. 

Of course, while Leo’s focus made it easier for Mikey to move around, it also made it more dangerous; if Mikey made a sound now, Leo might not immediately register it was his brother and lash out at the unknown threat. So Mikey waited, never taking his eyes off Leo, for the right moment before striking. 
His timing was near perfect; swinging out his weapon, Mikey knocked one of the swords from Leo’s hand, before ducking quickly as the other sword swung out to almost take his head off.

Mikey was amused to see the look of confusion cross Leo’s face when his sword met with nothing but air. The momentary hesitation gave Mikey the split second he needed to kick his leg out and trip Leo, sending the blue-banded turtle to the floor.

“And the incredible Mikey has taken down the leader!” Mikey cheered, jumping to his feet with a laugh.

“Mikey?” Leo blinked at his brother as Mikey continued to dance around him. 

“I took you down!” Mikey cheered. “Does that make me the leader now?” Bright blue eyes looked toward Leo, a huge smile on Mikey’s face and Leo couldn’t help but smile back. 

“No,” he said simply, sitting up and reaching to grab his sword, only to have Mikey kick it out of his reach. 

“Nope, not a good enough answer,” Mikey insisted, still grinning down at Leo. “I beat you; I demand a prize.”

“You didn’t beat me, because we weren’t sparing,” Leo stated, getting to his feet. 

“I still snuck up on you, and I took your ass down in less time than it takes Raph to lift a dumbbell,” Mikey said, hands on his hips as he looked at Leo. 

Leo let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at Mikey again. “Fine, what do you want? And no, I’ve already said you can’t be leader.”

“Not even for one day?” Mikey pouted. 

“Absolutely not,” Leo insisted. 

“Fine, I'll just have to take the consolation prize,” Mikey said, and before Leo could ask what that would be, Mikey leaned in and pressed soft lips against his. 

Mikey leaned in closer, pressing himself against his older brother's body, slowly wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. However, there wasn't much of a reaction from the other turtle and Mikey broke the kiss a moment later, looking up at Leo who stared down at him. 

“... Is… Is this okay?” Mikey asked, suddenly feeling awkward, and nervous that perhaps Leo hadn't wanted this after all, that perhaps he was pushing his brother in to something. 

“Of course, it's fine,” Leo said, and Mikey was sure he was reading to much I to it, but Leo’s body language and tone of voice seemed contradictory to what he was saying. However, Leo said it was fine, so Mikey decided it was okay to continue with his plan. 

Dropping his nunchucks, they thunked dully against the dojo floor by his feet, but Mikey’s attention was on Leo. Pressing forward again, he tightened his hold, pulling him into another kiss. 

This time, Leo leaned into the kiss, though he didn’t take control, allowing Mikey to do as he pleased. It was good, but still  a far cry from what Mikey truly wanted. Renewing his efforts, he slid his tongue into Leo’s mouth,putting all his energy into the kiss.  

He moaned softly when he felt Leo respond back. 

Breaking the kiss once more, Mikey smirked at his brother, before attacking his neck with kisses, searching out the sensitive spots that were sometimes hard to find. Mikey knew he had seceded when he heard the clatter of Leo’s sword falling to the floor, and the small hitch in his brother’s breathing. 

“Mikey,” Leo said breathlessly, his hands reaching up to rest on the orange-banded turtle’s hips. But he said no more; there were no orders, no demands, no hands gently guiding Mikey to where Leo wanted him. 

Deciding he was going to have to try harder than he had originally thought, Mikey pulled away from Leo’s neck, smiling up at him mischievously. 

“You’ve been slipping, bro,” Mikey said, his tongue flicking out to lick teasingly at Leo’s chin. “Maybe I really should be leader. I’d be awesome at it; giving orders, making people do what I want.”

“That’s not being a leader,” Leo insisted. 

“Then what does it mean?” Mikey asked, trailing a finger down the centerline of Leo’s plastron, smiling as he watched Leo’s expression slowly change as he attempted to concentrate on Mikey’s question.

“Vision,” Leo said simply. “A leader inspires others, and is able to direct their efforts and dedications toward a common goal.” 

Mikey nodded confidently. “Yep, I’ve totally got the vision part down,” he insisted, his finger trailing over the slit in Leo’s lower plastron, however didn’t linger there long. “I think you’ll find my vision very inspiring,” he said a grin still on his face as he waited to hear what else his brother had to say about leadership. 

“Managing,” Leo said, his voice steady as he remained focused on Mikey, and not what his little brother’s finger was doing. “Being able to guide people through things, until the goal has been reached.”

Mikey let out a little laugh, placing his hands on Leo’s hips, gently pushing at him and forcing the other turtle to back up until he was leaning against the giant tree that grew in the dojo. 

“Guide people, check,” Mikey smiled. “Is that all?” he asked as he pressed against Leo, his brother’s dark-blue eyes watching him. 

“No,” Leo answered. “There is creativity, and team building”

“Are you seriously questioning me on that?” Mikey chuckled. “I think I mastered both of those at once, dude.” His fingers trailed along Leo’s thighs. “Of course, I’d be willing to demonstrate that again, if you allow me to have more easter candy.”

Mikey was amused to watch Leo’s eyes widen as he was reminded of the last time Mikey had been allowed to have cadbury creme eggs. And the reason why Mikey had been banned from ever having the chocolate treat in the lair again. 

Slowly Mikey trailed fingers up from Leo’s thigh, tracing the outline of muscles on his brother’s arm and he couldn’t help but smile when Leo shivered under his hand. Mikey could practically feel the heat and need radiating off his brother. 

This was the Leo he had missed, the one who wasn’t just the leader, the head of the clan now; this Leo radiated love and desire. This was more than the casual touches from training, or the occasional rough housing they used to do. 

Mikey continued his touches, up Leo’s arm, to his shoulder and neck, before slowly making his way back down. And Leo just stood there, eyes closed, mouth open slightly as his breath quickened. It wasn’t until Mikey started getting dangerously close to Leo’s tail, that the blue-banded turtle spoke again. 

“Empathy,” Leo said, and Mikey blinked. 

“Huh?” 

“You need empathy to be a leader,” Leo said, opening his eyes to stare at Mikey.

Mikey, however, grinned back, recognising the hungry gaze his brother was now giving him. Though it seemed Leo was now determined to go through his ‘how-to-be-a-leader’ list; so Mikey continued to play along, pressing himself fully against Leo’s front, the bulge in his plastron pressing firmly against Leo’s. 

“I’d say I’m pretty ‘empathetic’ to your problem,” Mikey insisted, slowly grinding himself against Leo, pulling a soft moan from the leader. “So, does that mean I can be a leader too?” 

“You’re still missing four things it takes to be a leader,” Leo insisted, tilting his head when Mikey started kissing and licking at his neck again, fingers playing with his tail, as the smaller turtle continued slowly thrusting his hips, grinding their concealed erections together. 

“Motivation,” Leo gasped when Mikey pinched his tail, pulling away from where he had had his face buried against Leo’s neck, a smug look worthy of Raph plastered on that normally innocent looking face. 

“I’m an expert at motivation,” Mikey insisted, and before Leo could protest, or question what he meant by those words, Mikey had dropped to his knees, trailing a tongue along the visible slit in Leo’s lower plastron. 

Leo churred as he leaned back against the tree, his head thrown back and his mouth open at the sudden spike of pleasure. All of Leo’s control and restraint had never been a match for Mikey’s skillful mouth, not when combined with the fingers still teasing his tail. 

Mikey pressed his lips against the slit, sucking on the sensitive area until he heard a gasp and soft groan from Leo. Mikey pulled away just as the hard flesh tumbled out of hiding, and Mikey grinned in satisfaction that he had managed to get his brother so worked up. 

Lifting his gaze upward, Mikey watched Leo expectantly. 

Dark-blue eyes locked with the bright baby-blue ones, and Leo smiled. “Serving,” he said. 

Having no comment for this, Mikey just opened his mouth, trailing his tongue along the underside of Leo’s shaft. Mikey concentrated simply on licking and kissing along the erection, enjoying the sounds Leo was making. 

Mikey pinched at Leo’s tail again, and Leo churred loudly, one hand resting on Mikey’s head as the smaller turtle continued licking at him, before taking just the head into his mouth and sucking. 

"Fuck," Leo moaned, his fingers flexing, playing with the tails of Mikey’s mask. 

Keeping his eyes on Leo the whole time, Mikey swirled his tongue around the tip of his brother’s cock. He sucked gently before pulling off and continued with teasing licks, the whole while pinching and playing with Leo’s tail. 

“You’re far too good at this,” Leo stated.

Mikey felt his face heat up at the praise. He knew he was a screw-up at most things, more inclined to goof off than take anything seriously; but this was one thing he was good at, one thing that all three of this brother’s praised him for, and Mikey enjoyed giving this to them. 

Doubling his efforts, Mikey pulled Leo fully into his mouth. He was sure he must have surprised his brother with the sudden warmth of his mouth, because Leo’s other hand joined the first, gripping Mikey’s head, gripping the mask tails. 

“Thoroughness,” Leo said. “Another thing a leader needs to be is very thorough in everything he does. I think you may have already have mastered that one too.”

Mikey responded to this by sucking harder, wanting to please Leo, wanting to hear more praise from his oldest brother. He never took his eyes off Leo, watching all the emotions flash across his leader's face. Midnight-blue eyes locked with Mikey’s, and the young turtle felt something fluttering in his stomach when he saw the raw desire mingled with pride shining in Leo’s eyes.

"Mikey.” Leo’s voice came out as a low rumble; it was the only warning Mikey got as Leo’s hips twitched forward. His hands gripping Mikey’s head as he did so, and Mikey relaxed his throat, knowing what was coming; he had been anticipating this.

All joking about being leader was forgotten as Leo finally took control of the situation, and Mikey moaned around the heavy cock in his mouth. 

Mikey would never deny that Leo was, and always would be, the leader; everything on the list had described Leo perfectly, but more than that, Leo was also protective. And when the occasion called for it, he could even be possessive. 

Mikey had always enjoyed Leo’s possessive streak, because his brother was never cruel about it, never restricted his brothers in any way they didn’t enjoy. And Mikey enjoyed it all, he loved when Leo took control.

Leo moaned, his hands still holding Mikey’s head as he pulled his hips back and thrust into Mikey’s mouth, going slowly at first, giving Mikey a chance to get used to the invasion.

“That’s it, take it,” Leo whispered. 

Mikey let out a churr, taking a deep breath before Leo slid his cock in further, going agonisingly slow as it pushed further into Mikey’s mouth, down his throat, and stayed there a few seconds before Leo started pulling out.

Leo began to slowly slide his cock in and out of Mikey's mouth, keeping his movements slow for the moment, getting Mikey used to it first.

Mikey shuddered, his hands gripping Leo’s thighs, doing his best to make sure he didn’t restrict his brother’s movement. His own cock throbbed painfully between his legs as he dropped down, but Mikey ignored it for now; he didn’t want to finish himself off before Leo had had a chance to have his fun. Tilting his head as best he could, a silent offering to Leo, that he could take what he wanted now.

"Fuck, Mikey," Leo gasped, his hips jerking forward in a harder thrust, burying himself down Mikey’s throat once more. 

The dojo was filled with soft grunts and groans from Leo as the blue-banded turtle used Mikey how he wanted, took what he wanted from his baby brother. And Mikey knelt there letting him do just that, taking everything he was given, and loving every second of it.

Mikey took it all, tilting his face and letting Leo fuck his mouth. He loved the fullness, the slick slide, the complete lack of control. 

“So amazing,” Leo gasped, giving a hard thrust forward. Tears were forming in Mikey’s eyes from the force Leo was using, but he didn't complain, his own hard erecting throbbing painfully as it dripping precome onto the floormat he was kneeling on. "So… fuck, Mikey. I love you."

Mikey's eyes fluttered closed as his already racing heart picked up speed. He loved Leo too, loved all three of his brothers, but the words were so rarely said anymore, unless Mikey was the one to say them first. Hearing that phrase from Leo, Mikey felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest. 

It was for moments like this, that Mikey put up with so much from his family, why he allowed himself to be pushed aside and forgotten while they all dealt with their own demons. Because at the end of the day, they did love him, and they loved each other. It was why Mikey had pushed so hard to evolve their relationship into something more. It was a physical way for them to show their love for each other, it tied them together so closely that Mikey felt like nothing could ever tear them apart now.

Leo's thighs began to tremble under Mikey’s fingers, a sure sign that he was close. Opening his eyes once more, Mikey stared up at Leo. The blue-banded turtle’s face was scrunched up as he tried to hold off the inevitable. Hollowing out his cheeks, Mikey sucked hard on Leo’s cock, pressing his tongue firmly against the underside of the throbbing flesh, and that was all that it took. 

With a strangled cry Leo’s hips jerked forward, his hands holding Mikey’s head still as his cock pulsed, emptying his seed down Mikey’s throat.

Mikey swallowed quickly; it had taken him a little while to learn to do without choking, but it had been something worth learning, especially when he got to see that possessive heat burning in Leo's eyes.

Leo reached down and pulled Mikey off his cock, before lifting him to his feet. 

“You are truly amazing, Mikey,” Leo whispered before pressing his lips to his little brothers. 

The kiss was slow and sweet, and pulled a soft whimper from Mikey as the smaller turtle leaned closer, his still hard cock bumping against Leo’s thigh. The small amount of friction pulled a churr from Mikey as his previously ignored erection got the attention it had been craving. As if on reflex, Mikey started to rub against the firm muscle, his tongue dueling with Leo’s as he wrapped his arms around the blue-banded turtle’s neck. Leo smiled against Mikey’s lips, seemingly amused at the near desperate movements of his baby brother as Mikey continued rocking against him, his cock leaving a wet trail  on Leo’s thigh. 

Breaking the kiss, Leo looked at the orange-banded turtle in the eye. A soft whimper fell from Mikey’s lips, his face flushed and eyes glassy

In a swift move, Leo turned the two of them around, pinning Mikey to the tree, and the smaller turtle whined as his arms were removed from Leo, and pinned with one hand above his hand. 

“Leo,” Mikey gasped, thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to find that wonderful friction again. Leo moved forward, pressing one knee up between Mikey’s legs, receiving a loud moan from the trapped turtle. Leo leaned in, licking at Mikey’s neck before gently biting and marking him. 

“That's right," Leo whispered, as Mikey started rubbing against him again, the needy churr falling from his lips as Leo nipped at the sensitive area near the base of Mikey’s neck. 

"Take what you need.” Leo said before biting down, leaving clear teeth marks behind. It was visible proof Mikey had been claimed, that he belonged to Leo, and the blue-banded turtle was never giving him up.

“Leo,” Mikey gasped and panted, trying to move his arms, needing more friction as his cock pulsed painfully. But Leo gripped him tighter, keeping his arms pinned where they were. “Leo, god, Leo, please!” Mikey whined, Leo took pity on his brother, pressing more firmly against him, slowly rocking his own hips against Mikey’s. 

The orange-banded turtle jerked and thrust his hips frantically against Leo’s thigh. A near constant stream of “Leo, Leo, Leo,” came from Mikey’s mouth as he sought out his release.

The grip on Mikey’s arms loosened, and the first thing he tried to do was touch himself. However the warning growl from Leo stopped Mikey from moving his arms more than an inch. Mikey clenched his hands into fists, using every amount of restraint he had not to move his arms. Glassy blue eyes locked with Leo’s, silently pleading with him to do something. 

Leo’s hand strailed down Mikey’s sides, making the orange banded turtle squirm. 

“Leo, please, I need… please!” Mikey whined. 

He was so close, he just needed something, anything to push him over the edge. That something came as a sharp pinch on his tail and Mikey yelled out, cutting himself off as he bit down on his lip hard. His body convulsed with the force of his release, spilling against Leo's thigh.

Leo held him through it, rubbing his shell in gentle, soothing motions and nuzzling against Mikey’s neck, close to where he had marked him before. Slowly the tension left Mikey’s body, the younger turtle practically melting against Leo. 

Chuckling softly, Leo tightened his hold on Mikey, sure that he would have happily crumbled to the floor if it weren’t for the extra support. 

“Feeling better?" Leo questioned, slowly lowering them to the ground, chuckling when Mikey responded with a satisfied sigh and nuzzled further into Leo. “Can I ask what brought on this ambush, in the dojo of all places?”

Mikey blinked slowly, lifting his head so he could look at Leo before shrugging one shoulder. “I missed you.”

“Missed me?” Leo questioned. “How could you have missed me, I’ve been here. It’s not like I’ve left the Lair at all recently,”

“No… I mean, yeah… physically you’ve been here… but ever since… since Splinter…” Mikey trailed off, reluctant to talk about their father, the aged rat who had raised them, cared for them, had been their father, and who had been dead for six months now.

Leo let out a long sigh, giving Mikey a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, Mikey,” Leo said. “You’re right; physically I have been here, but I’ve been neglecting you, and the others too.”

“S’alright…” Mikey said tiredly, letting out a loud yawn. 

“I promise to try and be around more,” Leo promised, kissing the top of Mikey’s head. 

“So,” Mikey said, turning his head upward to grin at Leo, “did I pass the test for leadership?” he asked and Leo blinked at him before bursting out laughing, nuzzling against his brother’s cheek. 

“No, there are two more things you need to do,” Leo informed him. “First, taking risks, and Second, a leader always admits there is room for improvement. A good leader listens to his team members, and accepts help, even when he doesn’t realise he needs it.”

“You don’t think sneaking up on you was risky for me?” Mikey countered. 

“Alright, I’ll give you that one,” Leo chuckled. 

“But I’ll give you that I probably need to work on improving on my skills,” Mikey conceded. “So you can still be leader for now, until I get better,” he said with a sly grin. 

“I look forward to helping you improve,” Leo admitted. 

End