All he could see through dazed eyes was a flash of emerald green tackle his assailant. He heard Raphael grunt at the impact. Leonardo wobbled to his feet, feeling the warm trickle of blood run down his head. His mission still at hand, he ran to the main control panel, his sword still half embedded in it. "Leo!!!" He turned to see Donatello and Michelangelo entering the red lit room. "The power source is at it's center! Push deeper and forward!" Donnie yelled, as they readied their weapons. But as Leo began to push, he felt a hard metal rod painfully sweep his legs from under him with a hard blow.  Bishop had thrown Raphael off and was now practically on top of Leo, one of Raph's sai in his hand, ready to attack. 

Leonardo opened his eyes, the flicker of a candle's light shinning dimly in front of him. He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his brow. He closed his eyes again, when suddenly, he heard it, the voice he had been waiting for. 'Leo...' He exhaled, focusing on it. 'Leo... Leo... Leo...' The sword wielder took another deep breath, taking in the smell which send a shudder down his spine. It WAS Raph. He felt someone grab his hand, he felt fingers graze his thigh. Leo's mouth slightly opened as he let a light moan slip out. 'Leonardo...' The whisper was clear as could be, he could feel the warm breath in his ear. The soft suckling sensation of kisses going down his face and neck. 

"Raph..." Leo started panting lightly. His hand raised to trace the trail of touches he was feeling. He couldn't help but start to get aroused. "Raphael, if it's you, please... please Raph..." The caresses continued. As scared as Leonardo was of going crazy, he really just wanted to let himself go in this feeling. How many times had he wished to have one more moment with his beloved?  

'Leonardo...' Leo's head fell back. His bottom lip quivering, tears rolled down his naked face. He let out a soft groan, imagining Raphael's weight pressing against his plastron as an electrifying trail of tender kisses painted his neck line. He felt his tail stiffen as his bulging erection began to swell. 

"Raphie... Let me feel you..." Leonardo's fingers danced down his plastron towards his fifth appendage. He slightly touched his slit with his calloused digits, making his cock sprung into the open, pulsating as his erection became complete. What happened next he did not expect. "Ngh......!" He felt something grab a hold of his dick. Putting his palms flat behind him, he lifted his hips forward. 

Then, he heard a soft whisper. 'Naughty Leo...' 

His eyes flew open as he gasped for air. The candle's flame went out. "Raph!!!" he yelled his name, but just like that, the presence was gone. 

Leo's breathing was ragged, his eyes darting around his room, searching for Raphael as big tears rolled down his face. He started to heave and sob, curling up on the floor, he let his voice loose as he cried with all his might, resonating through the lair. 

"Leo...?" There was a loud knock at his door. He couldn't find his voice to answer, his anguish had taken over his mind. "Leonardo, I'm coming in," said Donatello as he opened the door to his brother's room. Leo didn't move from the floor. He stayed curled up in fetal position, his chest heaving as he fought to breathe. 

Donnie's eyes were slightly hooded as he made his way to Leonardo. Once close enough, he crouched down next to him and placed a hand on his perturbed sibling's shoulder. Leo looked up at Don, raising his body on his knees, trying to see past the blur caused by his never ending tears. "Don... I-" His voice was cut off as he yelped in pain. Don's hand was grabbing his dick forcefully. "Donatello!?" 

Donnie's face was emotionless. "Let me help you with this."

"Argh! No!" Leo strained to get his brother's tight grip off of him, but the strength in the fingers of the bo wielder was not to be taken lightly. "Are you crazy!?"

Donnie grabbed Leonardo's left hand with his own, keeping his right-hand grip tight on Leo's cock. Donatello twisted the captured arm, forcing Leo to turn on his knees. Leonardo's face was against the floor, his right hand trying to relieve some of his weight, but his struggle stopped before it even began as he felt Donatello's hand start to slide up and down the length of his penis. "Just relax, Leo. We just need to give you relief..."

Leonardo could not believe what his sweet, mild-tempered brother was doing to him. He tried to push with his legs to free himself, sending a sharp pain up his body as he strained his fracture. He growled and hissed. "Don... I'm gonna-."

"Think it's him who's touching you." Leonardo's voice got stuck in his throat when he heard his brother's words. "Imagine it's Raphael who is touching you, Leo." 

"... No..." The struggling subsided. Leonardo suddenly stopped crying, his right fist tightening with such strength he dug his nails into his palm, drawing blood. Donatello's movements ceased. Slowly, the grip was released. Don's body pulled off from Leo's as he rested his rear on his heels. Leo's left hand slid down his shell to his side. Slowly Leo pulled his palms flat in front of him, pushing himself to sit.

"Le-" Donatello's head wipped back, followed by his entire body, his shell hitting the floor. Leonardo's arm was extended back, his body half turned. Fire in his hazel eyes. 

Donatello propped himself up on his elbow, his hand rubbed his face over the impact area. "If you ever try anything like that... ever again... I swear I will kill you, Donatello." 

Donnie sighed, an empty grin on his face as he stood up. "Glad to see you still have some fight in you, bro." Without any other word, he walked out, gently closing the door behind him. Leo's eyes were glazed with anger. 

After he took a couple of deep breaths, he pulled himself up, feeling the pain of not only his leg injury, but also the one that remained at his groin, a solemn reminder of the real pain that surrounded his life. He wiped the tears off his face, gritting his teeth. 'Leo...' His shoulders tensed up when the whisper reached his ears. 

"Fuck you, Raph,"  he mumbled. 

'Leo, baby...' Invisible fingertips grazed his skin. As pissed as he was, as hurt and confused as his heart was feeling, he couldn't help but shudder at the touch. Leonardo's cock sprung back to life, sending pain up his abdomen, into his gut. 

"Hmm... You asshole..." Leo leaned forward, placing his hands on his bed, he felt the touch travel to his penis. Slowly, he felt the strokes begin. They started out slow, but pretty soon they became aggressive. "Typical Raph", he thought. He started to thrust his hips forward to the rhythm, building up his orgasm rapidly. In a matter of seconds his seed bursted out, leaving him drained and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. As he let himself lay on his bed, he heard a very familiar cocky snicker behind him, followed by a soft kiss to his neck. He giggled softly. "I know, Raph... You're THAT good..." 

His lover's scent lingered in his room. But his mind could not push aside Donatello's behaviors. He would deal with that in the morning.