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(To be clear, I know nothing about how pheromones work in the real world. I'm not going for accuracy here so let's just say their mutation makes it different. Also, all of this is made up and the points don't matter. lol)

Chapter One Pairing: Raphael/Donatello
Chapter Two Pairing: Leonardo/Michelangelo

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<--- Chapter One

~*~", "writing": "[center]~*~*~*~\n\nChapter 2 - They're Reading My Rights\n\n~*~*~*~[/center]\n\nToweling off after a shower, the steam swirling around Michelangelo suddenly carried a tantalizing and completely unexpected scent, strong enough to overpower the aromas of soap and toothpaste.\n\nIt smelled like popcorn before adding all the butter and salt.\n\nOr... a tuna on rye with spicy pickles and potato chips on the side.\n\nStepping out into the living room, he sniffed deeply, searching for the source of the smell. It was late and the lair was dark, lit only by a few lamps and the glow of the televisions.\n\nIt wasn't unpleasant, at least, it didn't smell bad... not exactly. It seemed familiar, like an old memory, fuzzy and far away, with an energy that tickled somewhere deep in his belly. It made him feel happy, kinda like sitting out in the sun with a popsicle on a hot day.\n\nMaybe he was just hungry...\n\nDeciding a snack would help him think, he plodded toward the kitchen doorway, stopping just short of the threshold when he heard muffled voices. Curious, Mikey slid up to the door as silent as a mouse and peered around the edge.\n\nRaph was standing close to Don, real close, right up against him next to the sink. They were whispering with their heads bent together and the hot head was dabbing at something on Don's neck with a cotton ball... something pinkish... [i]blood?[/i] Craning his neck, Mikey tried to get a better look without abandoning his hiding place. Yep, there was definitely blood on that bit of cotton, and a fresh bandage on Don's arm.\n\nThat whiff of... something... hit him again, stronger this time, and the whole room slid to the left. Something about the way his brothers were leaning into each other brought him a step through the door before he was even aware that he'd moved. Immediately they turned to look at him and Mikey spied the bite mark on Don's neck looking like a glowing neon sign, and the glazed look on Raph's face advertising exactly who gave it to him.\n\nA strange feeling tugged deep in Michelangelo's chest, pulling him closer by one more step. Raph's fingers curled protectively around Don's hip, laying a claim so obvious it was impossible not to see it. There was more to what was happening though, something important, and Michelangelo wasn't going to let them leave him on the sidelines.\n\n``What. Happened.''\n\n[i]Crap.[/i] Mikey winced, looking back over his shoulder at Leonardo, directly behind him and doing his best `bucket full of ice water' impression. His eyes were locked on Donatello and the imprint of Raph's teeth that marred his skin.\n\n``Nothing.'' Don said in a neutral tone. ``We just ran into a little trouble.''\n\nLeo's eyes narrowed. ``Living room. Now.''\n\nThey all knew better than to argue, even though Raphael was definitely growling as they grudgingly followed Leo out of the kitchen.\n\nFlopping down on the couch, Mikey tried to shake off the weirdness in the room, but he couldn't stop fidgeting. Donatello sat beside him, perched on the edge of the couch cushion, his shoulders tense and annoyed.\n\nHe wanted to ask what was happening, because of course their resident genius had to know, but he was too distracted by that strange, persistent scent to remember the question. It had followed them from the kitchen and seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. His toes and the tips of his fingers were tingling.\n\nLeonardo stood looming over them, his gaze sliding down to the bandage on Don's arm.\n\n``Tell me what happened.''\n\n``There's nothin' to tell.'' Raphael huffed from behind the couch. ``We took care of it.''\n\n``Took care of what?'' Leo asked through his teeth.\n\n``Nothin'!'' Raph insisted. ``We got in a fight and some jackass took a pot shot at us. The bullet barely even scratched him. I took... care of it.''\n\nThe air pressure in the room plummeted and Mikey found that he couldn't take his eyes off Leo's face. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Donatello grimace and shift uncomfortably, the movement drawing Leo's eyes back up to the bite on his neck.\n\n``Look.'' Leonardo ground out after a long moment. ``I know that I have no say in what the two of you do in the privacy of your bedrooms, but that courtesy does not extend to injury or violence. If your... intimacy... is getting in the way of your safety, then it ends... now.''\n\nLike a bull seeing red, Raphael dashed around the arm of the couch, closer to Don.\n\n``Back off, Leo! Ya' don't even know what you're talkin' about. None of that happened until after the fight... not that it's any of your damn business.''\n\n``I see. So, you're using sexual release as a coping mechanism for violent...''\n\n``Will you [i]stop[/i] talkin' like a seventh-grade biology teacher! It's really fuckin' annoying.''\n\nLeo's arm shot out, his finger pointing at Don, but his eyes locked on Raphael. ``As the leader of this team it is my job to make sure that every one of us is fully prepared for what we face when we go to the surface. Each of you should take that as seriously as I do!''\n\nSomething heavy dropped and Michelangelo's ears popped, that foreign scent crashing over him like a wave, ten times stronger than it had been before, intoxicating... and liberating... and absolutely delicious. All at once he felt electrified and completely pliant, sure that if someone touched him just then he would break into a thousand pieces. His tongue was numb.\n\nBeside him Don sucked in a breath through his teeth and went completely still.\n\n``We do, Leo!'' Raphael growled. ``But unlike you, we know how ta' separate business and pleasure.''\n\n``Obviously you don't! What happened tonight makes that very clear!''\n\n``I'm gettin' so sick of you stickin' your nose in where it don't belong! We're done here.''\n\n``That's not up to you!''\n\n``Well that's just too damn bad!''\n\nRaph and Leo faced each other down, stances wide, puffing up as they yelled like they needed to appear as large as they possibly could just to get their points across.\n\nSurprisingly, Raph was the one that broke the stalemate first by turning to Don, his expression softening so imperceptibly Mikey almost missed it. ``I'm goin' to the garage. You comin' Donnie?''\n\n``Yep.'' Don forced out, shooting off the couch like a rocket, so fast all Mikey saw was a blur of green. His shoulder brushed against Raph's as he fled the room.\n\nLeonardo took a step to follow but Raph held his older brother in place with a glare that made Mikey's back teeth vibrate. Then Raph spun on his heel and was gone, the sound of the slamming door echoing through the lair.\n\nSnarling his displeasure, Leo immediately threw up his hands and stalked back into the dojo, leaving Mikey in stunned silence on the couch.\n\nFor a few minutes he couldn't remember how to breathe, the air felt like peanut butter in his lungs. Leo and Raph fought all the time, but it was never like... that before. Like this fight was less about what had happened to Don and more about... he didn't even know what.\n\nSwallowing thickly, he fell back into the couch cushions. All at once, he was confused and excited and... [i]really[/i] horny, if the tightness in his shell meant anything.\n\nLooking over at the door leading to the garage he thought for a second about joining Raph and Don. He had a pretty good feeling about what they might be doing out there and they were usually down to include him whenever he asked, but... Raph [i]had[/i] seemed a little... overly possessive tonight, so maybe that wasn't such a great idea. Maybe he just needed to take another shower... a cold one this time.\n\nThat singular, tantalizing smell was fading fast now that everyone was gone. Mikey stood in a daze, absently rubbing the slit in his plastron, following his feet without really seeing where he was going until he looked up and found himself in the doorway to the dojo.\n\nLeonardo's eyes were closed, Mikey would have thought he was meditating if it wasn't for the fact that he was just standing in the middle of the room. Small beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, reflecting the candlelight and for a moment Michelangelo was completely mesmerized.\n\nThis wasn't the first time he'd looked at his eldest brother with hungry eyes, but this [i]was[/i] the first time he felt like he might get away with doing something about it.\n\nCarefully Mikey moved forward into the room. Of course, he knew that Leo knew he was there, Leo always knew, but that wasn't stopping him from using every bit of ninja skill he'd ever learned to stay silent as he circled, drawing closer to his brother with every step. When he was finally close enough to touch, Leonardo turned, spearing him with a sharp look.\n\nMikey tilted his head and smiled.\n\nA crease formed between Leo's eyes. ``You shouldn't be here, Mikey.''\n\n``Why not?''\n\nLeo sniffed, his hands curling into fists at his sides, his eyes unfocusing as they traveled down the length of Mikey's body and back up again. ``Because... I'm not sure that I can control myself right now...''\n\nMikey shivered. It was taking all his non-existent restraint to keep from tackling his blue banded brother to the ground right where they stood. This was the first time Leo had ever looked at him like that, like he was ice cream melting on a warm piece of pie.\n\nNeither breathed. This was a turning point, one he'd been trying to coax out of his older brother for months and months, but so far Leonardo hadn't shown even the slightest hint of interest. An impressive feat, considering how insistently Michelangelo could flirt when he was trying.\n\nBut something was different now, and Mikey suddenly felt very bold. He took a step closer, slowly running his fingers up the center line of Leo's plastron.\n\n``Don't...'' Leo whispered.\n\n``It's okay... this is a good thing.''\n\n``Sex is a distraction.''\n\nMikey dropped his hand and cocked his head to the side, frowning in confusion.\n\n``It's not... why would you think that? Sex will bring us closer together than we've ever been... all of us... it already has.''\n\nImmediately inferring what the youngest meant with that statement Leo stiffened, white hot anger flashing in his eyes for a fraction of a second before he was able to contain it. But Mikey saw it... saw the desire and the jealousy and the almost animalistic want making his fingers flex as he tried to control himself.\n\nOh yeah. That's what he was hoping to see, what he'd wanted from his older brother for... forever.\n\nMikey closed his eyes, leaning in a fraction of an inch as he waited for Leo to give up on that legendary self-control and just take what he wanted. A puff of breath warmed his face, then it was gone... the space directly in front of him was suddenly very cold.\n\nPeeking through one squinting eyelid, he watched Leo back away, denying what was being offered with a shake of his head.\n\n[i]No.[/i] Not this time. He wanted to grab Leo by the shoulders and shake him... hard, unable to understand why he was being so stubborn about this.\n\nSomething was holding Leonardo back, some invisible wall that he seemed incapable of scaling. But Mikey knew the wall was weak, made of papier-mache and wire. His touch had shaken it to the point that it was cracking at the edges, and now he wondered how much harder he needed to push before it crumbled completely.\n\nOf course, he had no intention of forcing things, or tricking Leo into doing something he truly didn't want. But there was an opportunity here, and Mikey wasn't willing to give up on their fearless leader just yet. One more at-the-buzzer throw couldn't hurt.\n\nIf Leonardo wanted to play hard to get, then Michelangelo was going to play a little dirty.\n\nRubbing the back of his neck, Mikey rolled his shoulders, running a hand down his side and over his hip. ``Alright, suit yourself...'' Slowly turning his back to his older brother, he let his tail curl, just a little bit, under the lip of his shell. ``I guess... I'll just go see what Raph and Don are up to... if I know anything about Raph's stamina, I should be just in time for the main event.''\n\nShooting a coy look back over his shoulder, Mikey's face fell finding an empty room behind him.\n\n[i]Damn.[/i] He knew his brother was fast, but he didn't think he was [i]that[/i] fast.\n\nTrying not to let the hurt show on his face, Mikey turned to leave... and slammed straight into a Leonardo shaped wall blocking his path to the door.\n\nA cloud of scent enveloped them. Warm honey and sour dough bread.\n\n``Oh, sorry,'' Mikey said, quiet and slow, quickly covering his surprise with a sly smile. ``I thought you wanted me to go. Did you... need something else?''\n\nHe tipped his head slightly, just enough to give Leo a good long look at the expanse of his throat. It was something he'd seen Donnie do with Raph once or twice when things got especially hot and heavy, and he'd always thought it looked super sexy.\n\nLeonardo stared at the offered skin, his cinnamon eyes so dark there was barely a sliver of white left.\n\n``Displays like that come with consequences, little brother.'' \n\nThat veiled threat resonated in Leo's voice, rolling between them like thunder and Michelangelo went very still, his smile faltering ever so slightly.\n\nThey held like that for the longest of moments, staring so deeply into each other's eyes that Mikey actually saw the moment his brother gave up the fight.\n\nLeonardo surged forward, taking possession of his mouth, and not even his most erotic dreams could have prepared him for the true intensity of Leo's touch, for the currents of electricity that curled and sizzled straight down his spine, bursting in his core like fireworks.\n\nMikey made a noise somewhere in the back of his throat and Leo pulled him closer, distracting him with his tongue as he reached down and captured both of Mikey's arms in a vice like grip, curling them back behind his shell to stop any wayward movement.\n\nThe abrupt change had Mikey's eyes snapping open, trapped by the tension vibrating between them. He squirmed against Leo's hold, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to break it.\n\nHis brother seemed to be waiting for something, and Mikey desperately wanted to see what that something was, so he stopped struggling, giving his consent with lowered eyes and a sideways grin.\n\nThat was all Leonardo needed, he pressed forward, and Mikey stepped back... and back again... all the way to the wall where they stored their practice weapons.\n\nThe sound of his shell hitting the brick drew a shudder from both of them. Leo flipped his grip on Mikey's arms, dragging them up the wall, crossing his wrists over his head and holding them there with his full body weight.\n\nInhaling a full... heavy breath, Leo leaned in, burying his nose in the crook of Mikey's neck. ``Why do you smell so good...?'' He mumbled, rumbling a low churr as he nipped at the skin beneath his lips.\n\n``Hooo~ly shit... dude...'' Mikey jerked, his eyes rolling back into his head as the sound shot straight to his cock, forcing a churr of his own up and out of his throat. Instinct took over and he thrust his hips forward, finding his brother's plastron and grinding against it.\n\nLeo sucked in a sharp breath, stepping back just far enough so Mikey couldn't reach him, then he pressed hard on his wrists, crushing them against the wall.\n\n``[i]Stay.[/i]''\n\nThe timber of that one heated word, sparked something older than time inside Michelangelo, something with the power to still his pounding heartbeat. He trembled from head to toe, his only other movement a shuddering laugh, not because he thought it was funny, but because he almost couldn't believe this was real.\n\nIf there was ever a time when Mikey was one hundred percent willing to follow one of Leonardo's orders to the perfect letter, this was it. He plastered himself to the wall, the blood draining from his arms leaving them tingly and numb.\n\nGently, Leo slipped Mikey's mask off his face, deftly untying the knot as he reached up and looped the orange fabric around his wrists, tying them together and slipping the cloth over a hook attached to the wall that usually held one of Raph's practice sai.\n\nMichelangelo watched with hooded eyes, glancing up to tug at his bindings, testing the range. It wasn't as if Leo had used a padlock, he knew he could easily free himself... if he wanted to.\n\nHe didn't want to.\n\nHe was finally about to experience the heady rush of an unleashed Leonardo. Anticipation surged in his veins, and he dropped down without even needing to think about it, sighing as his length swelled to full hardness.\n\nLeo let his brother hang, taking a moment so he could settle, his eyes glittering as he reached out to lightly swirl a finger over the head of Mikey's cock.\n\nFor a second Michelangelo was sure he felt his sanity slip, the world ceased to exist, there was only Leonardo and his touch, like a bolt of lightning. An excited churr vibrated in his chest as that finger circled his swollen flesh. Random words tumbled around in his brain, none of them forming a complete thought. With a desperate hiss, he arched away from the wall, only to be forced back into position by Leo's forearm pressing down across his chest. \n\n``Leo!... [i]please[/i]... ahh... come on, bro...'' Twitching, he craned his neck forward, attempting to lure his brother into another kiss.\n\nThe eldest indulged him, smirking as their lips came together again, his tongue sliding back inside to swallow his younger brother's cry as he wrapped his full hand around Mikey's length and stroked him from base to tip.\n\nDelicious torture, that's what it was. Michelangelo writhed as Leo worked him, his head hitting the brick behind him with no thought for his own comfort. There was only the overwhelming pleasure.\n\nPanting, gasping, he rolled his entire body into Leonardo, gesturing down with his head as he begged. ``Pock... pocket... my belt... on the left...''\n\nFrowning Leo slowed his movements and looked down, ignoring Mikey's pained sob as he let go and quickly located the pouch, pulling out a small plastic bottle.\n\nInstantly the shine in his eyes vanished, replaced by a shadow that only deepened the longer he stood unmoving. Mikey's heart started to pound, a spike of fear lancing through his lust.\n\n``Where did you get this?'' Leo asked with a twist of his lip. ``Do you use this with them? Do you have this so Raph can fuck you whenever he wants?''\n\nMichelangelo flinched, the shock of hearing the usually stoic Leonardo low growl like a wild animal so unexpectedly erotic that he almost forgot how his tongue worked. But there was a darkness in Leo's eyes as asked those questions, a jealousy that pushed just a little too far toward dangerous, and the youngest knew he had to shut that train of thought down real quick.\n\nHe waited until he was sure he had his brother's full attention, then adamantly shook his head.\n\n``Raph fucks Donnie.''\n\nIt was a simple truth, one that Leo could easily understand, even in his current state. Sex had done wonders to deepen Mikey's relationship with Raph and Don, despite Raph's... obvious fixation on their purple banded brother, but the privilege of being taken by Raphael had always belonged exclusively to Donatello.\n\nA long second passed, but eventually Leo's face softened as he looked down at the bottle in his hand, more curious now than angry.\n\n``You and Donnie have...?''\n\n``Sure.'' Mikey answered with a shrug. ``Sometimes... Raph likes to watch.''\n\nThat captivating scent was back, softer now but just as potent, the smell of smoke and an early morning fog tickling at the back of his throat.\n\nLeo closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. A calm came over him as every muscle in his body seemed to loosen. Then, without warning, his hand shot out and took hold of Mikey's throat, clamping down on his airway, squeezing just enough to make his brother gasp with short, rapid breaths.\n\nHe fixed Mikey with a steely look, waiting with infinite patience as the youngest slowly relaxed, his body fully malleable as he slid down to hang from his bindings. Humming his approval, appeased by his brother's complete submission, Leo turned Mikey to face the wall, pressing on his neck again before hissing into his ear.\n\n``[i]Stay.[/i]''\n\nMichelangelo's eyes rolled as he trembled, his plastron rattling against the brick. There it was again, that one simple word, now forever holding a new and exhilarating meaning, igniting an instinctual need in him so deep it turned his legs to jelly.\n\nLeonardo moved away, and Mikey whimpered at the loss. But he was alone for only a fraction of a moment; soon Leo returned setting Raph's bench press right up against the back of his legs.\n\n``Kneel on this.'' Leonardo ordered, gently pulling on his brother's shell.\n\nIn a daze Mikey looked down, somehow managing to lift his legs up and onto the bench until he was on his knees, bent forward with his face against the wall and his arms stretched up over his head. He licked the dryness from his lips, sighing as Leo's warm hand came to rest on his backside.\n\nSlowly, Leo massaged Mikey's overheated skin, his thumb rubbing circles into the soft flesh, pulling small, sharp gasps from his brother whenever he dipped down into his crack, teasing, never close enough to where he knew Mikey really wanted him to be.\n\n``Leo... Leo, please...'' Mikey pleaded when he was sure he couldn't take it anymore. ``Just touch me... please...''\n\n[i]*SMACK*[/i]\n\nPain bloomed across his skin in a wave, jolting Mikey upward, his mouth open in a silent cry. The light in the room narrowed to a pinpoint as he pushed back against Leo's hand, shivering, searching for more, the handprint radiating cold heat from one side of his ass to the other.\n\n[i]*SMACK*[/i]\n\nHe struggled to suck in a breath, the air like syrup, heavy with the musk of their joined arousal, and it pulled Mikey down, down into the dark. He couldn't speak, couldn't think, he was awash in a sea of sensation that tingled up his spine and throbbed between his legs.\n\n[i]*SMACK SMACK SMACK*[/i]\n\nShuddering from the pain, begging with nonsense words under his breath, Mikey sobbed, gasping for air, letting his head fall to hang between his biceps.\n\nIn an instant Leo was on him, his hand curled around his throat once more, pulling his jaw back and up until he could only stare at the ceiling with the back of his head on Leo's shoulder.\n\n``I told you there would be consequences for your behavior.'' Leo growled, thrusting one well lubricated finger deep into Mikey's molten heat to emphasize his point.\n\nMichelangelo squealed, grinding his hips down onto Leo's hand with a desperate moan.\n\n``Look at you, responding so eagerly to my touch.'' Leo continued, sliding his finger in and out with every syllable, until Mikey's entire body was rocking with the force of it. ``Maybe too eager... it's almost indecent how quickly you started to beg. I know it's not just me... I've seen the way you throw yourself at the others like some cheap slut. Is that what you are? A whore, all too ready to spread your legs for them?''\n\n``No... ~[i]oooh shit[/i]...'' Mikey forced out around a keening moan, his uncontrollable quivering shaking the bench under his knees. ``...yours... I'm your whore...''\n\n[i]*SMACK*[/i]\n\nA quaking churr escaped his throat as Leo hit him one more time, open handed across his ass with all his infinite strength, pushing him forward until his face scraped against the brick. Mikey heaved, and moaned, and smiled, basking in the humiliation, the insults only fanning the flames of his lust. Leo was wringing pleasure from every one of his nerve endings with his words and with each twist of his wrist.\n\nLeonardo curled his finger, hitting that spot deep inside that made Mikey's vision go white, spiraling nuclear heat in his veins. He bit down hard on his own lip and tasted blood, clinging desperately to the fabric of his mask with white-knuckled fingers because it was the only thing he could feel that still grounded him in this reality.\n\nHe had no idea how he hadn't cum yet. His cock was so painfully hard, he was sure he'd explode from the pressure alone. Praying that Leo would finally take pity and finish him off, Mikey could only stare at the floor, chanting his brother's name.\n\nLeonardo shifted his stance, pulling Mikey back to him, cradling him against his chest as he positioned himself.\n\nHe peppered kisses along Mikey's shoulder, up his neck and over his jaw, bringing his lips to rest at his brother's ear. ``Are you ready, Mikey?'' He whispered in a gentle, soothing voice.\n\nMichelangelo's heart swelled. Understanding cutting through the fog that Leonardo was only playing a role, spurred on by lust and want and overwhelming need. He wasn't disappointed, or angry, or jealous... okay, maybe he was kinda jealous but, in a good way, a way that made a warm glow spread through Mikey's belly.\n\nRelaxing back into Leo's arms, he turned his head to face his brother, looking deeply into his eyes. ``[i]God[/i] yes... Leo please... please fuck me...''\n\nLeonardo smiled, pulling Mikey into a deeply passionate kiss, finally sliding his aching erection inside that waiting inferno with one determined push of his hips, somehow managing to angle it just right so he hit Mikey's prostate with the first thrust.\n\nLike the heart of an explosion, Michelangelo [i]came...[/i] suddenly, abruptly, harder than he ever had in his life, so hard he thought he had literal stars in his eyes. He was screaming, sobbing... he died and came back to life... falling forward cheek to the wall as he tried to take even a single breath.\n\nSurrendering to the pull, Leonardo began rutting into him with quick, animalistic thrusts that hit his prostate over and over again, drawing out the length of his orgasm until he was shaking and delirious.\n\nTime lost all meaning. Leo's pace faltered and he curled himself over Mikey's shell. ``You... belong... to [i]me...[/i]'' He ground out, sinking his teeth into the sea-green skin under his lips as his climax swept through him.\n\n``[i]Yesss...[/i]'' Michelangelo sighed, floating blissfully in the pain, twitching through the last tremors of his release.\n\nMaybe he passed out, maybe he was in a coma and this was all a dream, all he knew was that when he next opened his eyes he was on the floor, cocooned between Leo's legs, and his older brother was tenderly rubbing the feeling back into his arms, soothing the red marks circling his wrists with soft kisses.\n\nMikey looked up with a sleepy smile. ``Wow... that was... wow...''\n\n``I didn't hurt you, did I?'' Leo asked in a shaky voice.\n\n``Dude, [i]no...[/i]''\n\n``I'm so sorry, Mikey...'' Leo continued in a rush. ``I don't know what came over me. I couldn't... control... I didn't mean to hit you so hard... I...''\n\n``Hey... hey hey hey... stop.'' Mikey hurried to reassure him, turning all the way around to face his brother, hating the fear glinting in his eyes. ``Leo, look at me. That was the best sex I've ever had in my life. Okay? It was amazing and believe me, I was totally into it.''\n\nLeo swallowed, searching Mikey's face like he didn't believe what he was hearing. So, Mikey nodded, fierce and quick, to reiterate the truth in his words.\n\nIt took a minute for Leo to accept what he'd said, but finally he released a relieved breath, smiled in an embarrassed sort of way, and blushed... he actually blushed... and Michelangelo grinned like his birthday had come early. Grabbing Leo's head firmly in both of his hands, he dove in and kissed his brother as thoroughly and completely as he could.\n\n``Where did you learn how to do that?'' Mikey eventually asked, pulling back and sliding down into a more comfortable position.\n\nLeo chuckled. ``I mean, contrary to popular belief, I do know how to use the internet.''\n\n``Excuse me... what?'' Mikey blinked, feigning offense. ``Is our fearless leader not as pure as he would like us to believe? I'm shocked! Shocked I say!''\n\nLeonardo laughed, full bellied and joyful and Mikey joined him. They held each other and they laughed and Michelangelo couldn't think of a single time in his life when he'd been happier.\n\n``The four of us will need to have a family meeting tomorrow, of course.'' Leo said after a while, his voice sobering.\n\n``You mean because of the popcorn?''\n\n``You smelled it too?''\n\nMikey nodded, stifling a yawn. ``Made my brain feel fuzzy. I'm sure Donnie will tell us all about it in the morning.''\n\n``Yes, I imagine he will.'' Leo agreed, looking down at his younger brother fondly. ``Will you join me in my room tonight, Mikey? It's strange, but I don't think I can stand not having you in my arms right now.''\n\n``Aw... so romantic...'' Michelangelo cooed, stealing one more kiss before carefully rising to his feet and leading Leonardo upstairs.\n\nThey'd find their answers tomorrow, like they always did. For now, Mikey was going to sleep wrapped in the warmth of Leo's body, and he was going to savor every single second of it.\n\n[center]~*~*~*~[/center]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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Chapter 2 - They're Reading My Rights

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Toweling off after a shower, the steam swirling around Michelangelo suddenly carried a tantalizing and completely unexpected scent, strong enough to overpower the aromas of soap and toothpaste.

It smelled like popcorn before adding all the butter and salt.

Or... a tuna on rye with spicy pickles and potato chips on the side.

Stepping out into the living room, he sniffed deeply, searching for the source of the smell. It was late and the lair was dark, lit only by a few lamps and the glow of the televisions.

It wasn't unpleasant, at least, it didn't smell bad... not exactly. It seemed familiar, like an old memory, fuzzy and far away, with an energy that tickled somewhere deep in his belly. It made him feel happy, kinda like sitting out in the sun with a popsicle on a hot day.

Maybe he was just hungry...

Deciding a snack would help him think, he plodded toward the kitchen doorway, stopping just short of the threshold when he heard muffled voices. Curious, Mikey slid up to the door as silent as a mouse and peered around the edge.

Raph was standing close to Don, real close, right up against him next to the sink. They were whispering with their heads bent together and the hot head was dabbing at something on Don's neck with a cotton ball... something pinkish... blood? Craning his neck, Mikey tried to get a better look without abandoning his hiding place. Yep, there was definitely blood on that bit of cotton, and a fresh bandage on Don's arm.

That whiff of... something... hit him again, stronger this time, and the whole room slid to the left. Something about the way his brothers were leaning into each other brought him a step through the door before he was even aware that he'd moved. Immediately they turned to look at him and Mikey spied the bite mark on Don's neck looking like a glowing neon sign, and the glazed look on Raph's face advertising exactly who gave it to him.

A strange feeling tugged deep in Michelangelo's chest, pulling him closer by one more step. Raph's fingers curled protectively around Don's hip, laying a claim so obvious it was impossible not to see it. There was more to what was happening though, something important, and Michelangelo wasn't going to let them leave him on the sidelines.

``What. Happened.''

Crap. Mikey winced, looking back over his shoulder at Leonardo, directly behind him and doing his best `bucket full of ice water' impression. His eyes were locked on Donatello and the imprint of Raph's teeth that marred his skin.

``Nothing.'' Don said in a neutral tone. ``We just ran into a little trouble.''

Leo's eyes narrowed. ``Living room. Now.''

They all knew better than to argue, even though Raphael was definitely growling as they grudgingly followed Leo out of the kitchen.

Flopping down on the couch, Mikey tried to shake off the weirdness in the room, but he couldn't stop fidgeting. Donatello sat beside him, perched on the edge of the couch cushion, his shoulders tense and annoyed.

He wanted to ask what was happening, because of course their resident genius had to know, but he was too distracted by that strange, persistent scent to remember the question. It had followed them from the kitchen and seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. His toes and the tips of his fingers were tingling.

Leonardo stood looming over them, his gaze sliding down to the bandage on Don's arm.

``Tell me what happened.''

``There's nothin' to tell.'' Raphael huffed from behind the couch. ``We took care of it.''

``Took care of what?'' Leo asked through his teeth.

``Nothin'!'' Raph insisted. ``We got in a fight and some jackass took a pot shot at us. The bullet barely even scratched him. I took... care of it.''

The air pressure in the room plummeted and Mikey found that he couldn't take his eyes off Leo's face. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Donatello grimace and shift uncomfortably, the movement drawing Leo's eyes back up to the bite on his neck.

``Look.'' Leonardo ground out after a long moment. ``I know that I have no say in what the two of you do in the privacy of your bedrooms, but that courtesy does not extend to injury or violence. If your... intimacy... is getting in the way of your safety, then it ends... now.''

Like a bull seeing red, Raphael dashed around the arm of the couch, closer to Don.

``Back off, Leo! Ya' don't even know what you're talkin' about. None of that happened until after the fight... not that it's any of your damn business.''

``I see. So, you're using sexual release as a coping mechanism for violent...''

``Will you stop talkin' like a seventh-grade biology teacher! It's really fuckin' annoying.''

Leo's arm shot out, his finger pointing at Don, but his eyes locked on Raphael. ``As the leader of this team it is my job to make sure that every one of us is fully prepared for what we face when we go to the surface. Each of you should take that as seriously as I do!''

Something heavy dropped and Michelangelo's ears popped, that foreign scent crashing over him like a wave, ten times stronger than it had been before, intoxicating... and liberating... and absolutely delicious. All at once he felt electrified and completely pliant, sure that if someone touched him just then he would break into a thousand pieces. His tongue was numb.

Beside him Don sucked in a breath through his teeth and went completely still.

``We do, Leo!'' Raphael growled. ``But unlike you, we know how ta' separate business and pleasure.''

``Obviously you don't! What happened tonight makes that very clear!''

``I'm gettin' so sick of you stickin' your nose in where it don't belong! We're done here.''

``That's not up to you!''

``Well that's just too damn bad!''

Raph and Leo faced each other down, stances wide, puffing up as they yelled like they needed to appear as large as they possibly could just to get their points across.

Surprisingly, Raph was the one that broke the stalemate first by turning to Don, his expression softening so imperceptibly Mikey almost missed it. ``I'm goin' to the garage. You comin' Donnie?''

``Yep.'' Don forced out, shooting off the couch like a rocket, so fast all Mikey saw was a blur of green. His shoulder brushed against Raph's as he fled the room.

Leonardo took a step to follow but Raph held his older brother in place with a glare that made Mikey's back teeth vibrate. Then Raph spun on his heel and was gone, the sound of the slamming door echoing through the lair.

Snarling his displeasure, Leo immediately threw up his hands and stalked back into the dojo, leaving Mikey in stunned silence on the couch.

For a few minutes he couldn't remember how to breathe, the air felt like peanut butter in his lungs. Leo and Raph fought all the time, but it was never like... that before. Like this fight was less about what had happened to Don and more about... he didn't even know what.

Swallowing thickly, he fell back into the couch cushions. All at once, he was confused and excited and... really horny, if the tightness in his shell meant anything.

Looking over at the door leading to the garage he thought for a second about joining Raph and Don. He had a pretty good feeling about what they might be doing out there and they were usually down to include him whenever he asked, but... Raph had seemed a little... overly possessive tonight, so maybe that wasn't such a great idea. Maybe he just needed to take another shower... a cold one this time.

That singular, tantalizing smell was fading fast now that everyone was gone. Mikey stood in a daze, absently rubbing the slit in his plastron, following his feet without really seeing where he was going until he looked up and found himself in the doorway to the dojo.

Leonardo's eyes were closed, Mikey would have thought he was meditating if it wasn't for the fact that he was just standing in the middle of the room. Small beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, reflecting the candlelight and for a moment Michelangelo was completely mesmerized.

This wasn't the first time he'd looked at his eldest brother with hungry eyes, but this was the first time he felt like he might get away with doing something about it.

Carefully Mikey moved forward into the room. Of course, he knew that Leo knew he was there, Leo always knew, but that wasn't stopping him from using every bit of ninja skill he'd ever learned to stay silent as he circled, drawing closer to his brother with every step. When he was finally close enough to touch, Leonardo turned, spearing him with a sharp look.

Mikey tilted his head and smiled.

A crease formed between Leo's eyes. ``You shouldn't be here, Mikey.''

``Why not?''

Leo sniffed, his hands curling into fists at his sides, his eyes unfocusing as they traveled down the length of Mikey's body and back up again. ``Because... I'm not sure that I can control myself right now...''

Mikey shivered. It was taking all his non-existent restraint to keep from tackling his blue banded brother to the ground right where they stood. This was the first time Leo had ever looked at him like that, like he was ice cream melting on a warm piece of pie.

Neither breathed. This was a turning point, one he'd been trying to coax out of his older brother for months and months, but so far Leonardo hadn't shown even the slightest hint of interest. An impressive feat, considering how insistently Michelangelo could flirt when he was trying.

But something was different now, and Mikey suddenly felt very bold. He took a step closer, slowly running his fingers up the center line of Leo's plastron.

``Don't...'' Leo whispered.

``It's okay... this is a good thing.''

``Sex is a distraction.''

Mikey dropped his hand and cocked his head to the side, frowning in confusion.

``It's not... why would you think that? Sex will bring us closer together than we've ever been... all of us... it already has.''

Immediately inferring what the youngest meant with that statement Leo stiffened, white hot anger flashing in his eyes for a fraction of a second before he was able to contain it. But Mikey saw it... saw the desire and the jealousy and the almost animalistic want making his fingers flex as he tried to control himself.

Oh yeah. That's what he was hoping to see, what he'd wanted from his older brother for... forever.

Mikey closed his eyes, leaning in a fraction of an inch as he waited for Leo to give up on that legendary self-control and just take what he wanted. A puff of breath warmed his face, then it was gone... the space directly in front of him was suddenly very cold.

Peeking through one squinting eyelid, he watched Leo back away, denying what was being offered with a shake of his head.

No. Not this time. He wanted to grab Leo by the shoulders and shake him... hard, unable to understand why he was being so stubborn about this.

Something was holding Leonardo back, some invisible wall that he seemed incapable of scaling. But Mikey knew the wall was weak, made of papier-mache and wire. His touch had shaken it to the point that it was cracking at the edges, and now he wondered how much harder he needed to push before it crumbled completely.

Of course, he had no intention of forcing things, or tricking Leo into doing something he truly didn't want. But there was an opportunity here, and Mikey wasn't willing to give up on their fearless leader just yet. One more at-the-buzzer throw couldn't hurt.

If Leonardo wanted to play hard to get, then Michelangelo was going to play a little dirty.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Mikey rolled his shoulders, running a hand down his side and over his hip. ``Alright, suit yourself...'' Slowly turning his back to his older brother, he let his tail curl, just a little bit, under the lip of his shell. ``I guess... I'll just go see what Raph and Don are up to... if I know anything about Raph's stamina, I should be just in time for the main event.''

Shooting a coy look back over his shoulder, Mikey's face fell finding an empty room behind him.

Damn. He knew his brother was fast, but he didn't think he was that fast.

Trying not to let the hurt show on his face, Mikey turned to leave... and slammed straight into a Leonardo shaped wall blocking his path to the door.

A cloud of scent enveloped them. Warm honey and sour dough bread.

``Oh, sorry,'' Mikey said, quiet and slow, quickly covering his surprise with a sly smile. ``I thought you wanted me to go. Did you... need something else?''

He tipped his head slightly, just enough to give Leo a good long look at the expanse of his throat. It was something he'd seen Donnie do with Raph once or twice when things got especially hot and heavy, and he'd always thought it looked super sexy.

Leonardo stared at the offered skin, his cinnamon eyes so dark there was barely a sliver of white left.

``Displays like that come with consequences, little brother.''

That veiled threat resonated in Leo's voice, rolling between them like thunder and Michelangelo went very still, his smile faltering ever so slightly.

They held like that for the longest of moments, staring so deeply into each other's eyes that Mikey actually saw the moment his brother gave up the fight.

Leonardo surged forward, taking possession of his mouth, and not even his most erotic dreams could have prepared him for the true intensity of Leo's touch, for the currents of electricity that curled and sizzled straight down his spine, bursting in his core like fireworks.

Mikey made a noise somewhere in the back of his throat and Leo pulled him closer, distracting him with his tongue as he reached down and captured both of Mikey's arms in a vice like grip, curling them back behind his shell to stop any wayward movement.

The abrupt change had Mikey's eyes snapping open, trapped by the tension vibrating between them. He squirmed against Leo's hold, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to break it.

His brother seemed to be waiting for something, and Mikey desperately wanted to see what that something was, so he stopped struggling, giving his consent with lowered eyes and a sideways grin.

That was all Leonardo needed, he pressed forward, and Mikey stepped back... and back again... all the way to the wall where they stored their practice weapons.

The sound of his shell hitting the brick drew a shudder from both of them. Leo flipped his grip on Mikey's arms, dragging them up the wall, crossing his wrists over his head and holding them there with his full body weight.

Inhaling a full... heavy breath, Leo leaned in, burying his nose in the crook of Mikey's neck. ``Why do you smell so good...?'' He mumbled, rumbling a low churr as he nipped at the skin beneath his lips.

``Hooo~ly shit... dude...'' Mikey jerked, his eyes rolling back into his head as the sound shot straight to his cock, forcing a churr of his own up and out of his throat. Instinct took over and he thrust his hips forward, finding his brother's plastron and grinding against it.

Leo sucked in a sharp breath, stepping back just far enough so Mikey couldn't reach him, then he pressed hard on his wrists, crushing them against the wall.

``Stay.''

The timber of that one heated word, sparked something older than time inside Michelangelo, something with the power to still his pounding heartbeat. He trembled from head to toe, his only other movement a shuddering laugh, not because he thought it was funny, but because he almost couldn't believe this was real.

If there was ever a time when Mikey was one hundred percent willing to follow one of Leonardo's orders to the perfect letter, this was it. He plastered himself to the wall, the blood draining from his arms leaving them tingly and numb.

Gently, Leo slipped Mikey's mask off his face, deftly untying the knot as he reached up and looped the orange fabric around his wrists, tying them together and slipping the cloth over a hook attached to the wall that usually held one of Raph's practice sai.

Michelangelo watched with hooded eyes, glancing up to tug at his bindings, testing the range. It wasn't as if Leo had used a padlock, he knew he could easily free himself... if he wanted to.

He didn't want to.

He was finally about to experience the heady rush of an unleashed Leonardo. Anticipation surged in his veins, and he dropped down without even needing to think about it, sighing as his length swelled to full hardness.

Leo let his brother hang, taking a moment so he could settle, his eyes glittering as he reached out to lightly swirl a finger over the head of Mikey's cock.

For a second Michelangelo was sure he felt his sanity slip, the world ceased to exist, there was only Leonardo and his touch, like a bolt of lightning. An excited churr vibrated in his chest as that finger circled his swollen flesh. Random words tumbled around in his brain, none of them forming a complete thought. With a desperate hiss, he arched away from the wall, only to be forced back into position by Leo's forearm pressing down across his chest.

``Leo!... please... ahh... come on, bro...'' Twitching, he craned his neck forward, attempting to lure his brother into another kiss.

The eldest indulged him, smirking as their lips came together again, his tongue sliding back inside to swallow his younger brother's cry as he wrapped his full hand around Mikey's length and stroked him from base to tip.

Delicious torture, that's what it was. Michelangelo writhed as Leo worked him, his head hitting the brick behind him with no thought for his own comfort. There was only the overwhelming pleasure.

Panting, gasping, he rolled his entire body into Leonardo, gesturing down with his head as he begged. ``Pock... pocket... my belt... on the left...''

Frowning Leo slowed his movements and looked down, ignoring Mikey's pained sob as he let go and quickly located the pouch, pulling out a small plastic bottle.

Instantly the shine in his eyes vanished, replaced by a shadow that only deepened the longer he stood unmoving. Mikey's heart started to pound, a spike of fear lancing through his lust.

``Where did you get this?'' Leo asked with a twist of his lip. ``Do you use this with them? Do you have this so Raph can fuck you whenever he wants?''

Michelangelo flinched, the shock of hearing the usually stoic Leonardo low growl like a wild animal so unexpectedly erotic that he almost forgot how his tongue worked. But there was a darkness in Leo's eyes as asked those questions, a jealousy that pushed just a little too far toward dangerous, and the youngest knew he had to shut that train of thought down real quick.

He waited until he was sure he had his brother's full attention, then adamantly shook his head.

``Raph fucks Donnie.''

It was a simple truth, one that Leo could easily understand, even in his current state. Sex had done wonders to deepen Mikey's relationship with Raph and Don, despite Raph's... obvious fixation on their purple banded brother, but the privilege of being taken by Raphael had always belonged exclusively to Donatello.

A long second passed, but eventually Leo's face softened as he looked down at the bottle in his hand, more curious now than angry.

``You and Donnie have...?''

``Sure.'' Mikey answered with a shrug. ``Sometimes... Raph likes to watch.''

That captivating scent was back, softer now but just as potent, the smell of smoke and an early morning fog tickling at the back of his throat.

Leo closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. A calm came over him as every muscle in his body seemed to loosen. Then, without warning, his hand shot out and took hold of Mikey's throat, clamping down on his airway, squeezing just enough to make his brother gasp with short, rapid breaths.

He fixed Mikey with a steely look, waiting with infinite patience as the youngest slowly relaxed, his body fully malleable as he slid down to hang from his bindings. Humming his approval, appeased by his brother's complete submission, Leo turned Mikey to face the wall, pressing on his neck again before hissing into his ear.

``Stay.''

Michelangelo's eyes rolled as he trembled, his plastron rattling against the brick. There it was again, that one simple word, now forever holding a new and exhilarating meaning, igniting an instinctual need in him so deep it turned his legs to jelly.

Leonardo moved away, and Mikey whimpered at the loss. But he was alone for only a fraction of a moment; soon Leo returned setting Raph's bench press right up against the back of his legs.

``Kneel on this.'' Leonardo ordered, gently pulling on his brother's shell.

In a daze Mikey looked down, somehow managing to lift his legs up and onto the bench until he was on his knees, bent forward with his face against the wall and his arms stretched up over his head. He licked the dryness from his lips, sighing as Leo's warm hand came to rest on his backside.

Slowly, Leo massaged Mikey's overheated skin, his thumb rubbing circles into the soft flesh, pulling small, sharp gasps from his brother whenever he dipped down into his crack, teasing, never close enough to where he knew Mikey really wanted him to be.

``Leo... Leo, please...'' Mikey pleaded when he was sure he couldn't take it anymore. ``Just touch me... please...''

*SMACK*

Pain bloomed across his skin in a wave, jolting Mikey upward, his mouth open in a silent cry. The light in the room narrowed to a pinpoint as he pushed back against Leo's hand, shivering, searching for more, the handprint radiating cold heat from one side of his ass to the other.

*SMACK*

He struggled to suck in a breath, the air like syrup, heavy with the musk of their joined arousal, and it pulled Mikey down, down into the dark. He couldn't speak, couldn't think, he was awash in a sea of sensation that tingled up his spine and throbbed between his legs.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

Shuddering from the pain, begging with nonsense words under his breath, Mikey sobbed, gasping for air, letting his head fall to hang between his biceps.

In an instant Leo was on him, his hand curled around his throat once more, pulling his jaw back and up until he could only stare at the ceiling with the back of his head on Leo's shoulder.

``I told you there would be consequences for your behavior.'' Leo growled, thrusting one well lubricated finger deep into Mikey's molten heat to emphasize his point.

Michelangelo squealed, grinding his hips down onto Leo's hand with a desperate moan.

``Look at you, responding so eagerly to my touch.'' Leo continued, sliding his finger in and out with every syllable, until Mikey's entire body was rocking with the force of it. ``Maybe too eager... it's almost indecent how quickly you started to beg. I know it's not just me... I've seen the way you throw yourself at the others like some cheap slut. Is that what you are? A whore, all too ready to spread your legs for them?''

``No... ~oooh shit...'' Mikey forced out around a keening moan, his uncontrollable quivering shaking the bench under his knees. ``...yours... I'm your whore...''

*SMACK*

A quaking churr escaped his throat as Leo hit him one more time, open handed across his ass with all his infinite strength, pushing him forward until his face scraped against the brick. Mikey heaved, and moaned, and smiled, basking in the humiliation, the insults only fanning the flames of his lust. Leo was wringing pleasure from every one of his nerve endings with his words and with each twist of his wrist.

Leonardo curled his finger, hitting that spot deep inside that made Mikey's vision go white, spiraling nuclear heat in his veins. He bit down hard on his own lip and tasted blood, clinging desperately to the fabric of his mask with white-knuckled fingers because it was the only thing he could feel that still grounded him in this reality.

He had no idea how he hadn't cum yet. His cock was so painfully hard, he was sure he'd explode from the pressure alone. Praying that Leo would finally take pity and finish him off, Mikey could only stare at the floor, chanting his brother's name.

Leonardo shifted his stance, pulling Mikey back to him, cradling him against his chest as he positioned himself.

He peppered kisses along Mikey's shoulder, up his neck and over his jaw, bringing his lips to rest at his brother's ear. ``Are you ready, Mikey?'' He whispered in a gentle, soothing voice.

Michelangelo's heart swelled. Understanding cutting through the fog that Leonardo was only playing a role, spurred on by lust and want and overwhelming need. He wasn't disappointed, or angry, or jealous... okay, maybe he was kinda jealous but, in a good way, a way that made a warm glow spread through Mikey's belly.

Relaxing back into Leo's arms, he turned his head to face his brother, looking deeply into his eyes. ``God yes... Leo please... please fuck me...''

Leonardo smiled, pulling Mikey into a deeply passionate kiss, finally sliding his aching erection inside that waiting inferno with one determined push of his hips, somehow managing to angle it just right so he hit Mikey's prostate with the first thrust.

Like the heart of an explosion, Michelangelo came... suddenly, abruptly, harder than he ever had in his life, so hard he thought he had literal stars in his eyes. He was screaming, sobbing... he died and came back to life... falling forward cheek to the wall as he tried to take even a single breath.

Surrendering to the pull, Leonardo began rutting into him with quick, animalistic thrusts that hit his prostate over and over again, drawing out the length of his orgasm until he was shaking and delirious.

Time lost all meaning. Leo's pace faltered and he curled himself over Mikey's shell. ``You... belong... to me...'' He ground out, sinking his teeth into the sea-green skin under his lips as his climax swept through him.

``Yesss...'' Michelangelo sighed, floating blissfully in the pain, twitching through the last tremors of his release.

Maybe he passed out, maybe he was in a coma and this was all a dream, all he knew was that when he next opened his eyes he was on the floor, cocooned between Leo's legs, and his older brother was tenderly rubbing the feeling back into his arms, soothing the red marks circling his wrists with soft kisses.

Mikey looked up with a sleepy smile. ``Wow... that was... wow...''

``I didn't hurt you, did I?'' Leo asked in a shaky voice.

``Dude, no...''

``I'm so sorry, Mikey...'' Leo continued in a rush. ``I don't know what came over me. I couldn't... control... I didn't mean to hit you so hard... I...''

``Hey... hey hey hey... stop.'' Mikey hurried to reassure him, turning all the way around to face his brother, hating the fear glinting in his eyes. ``Leo, look at me. That was the best sex I've ever had in my life. Okay? It was amazing and believe me, I was totally into it.''

Leo swallowed, searching Mikey's face like he didn't believe what he was hearing. So, Mikey nodded, fierce and quick, to reiterate the truth in his words.

It took a minute for Leo to accept what he'd said, but finally he released a relieved breath, smiled in an embarrassed sort of way, and blushed... he actually blushed... and Michelangelo grinned like his birthday had come early. Grabbing Leo's head firmly in both of his hands, he dove in and kissed his brother as thoroughly and completely as he could.

``Where did you learn how to do that?'' Mikey eventually asked, pulling back and sliding down into a more comfortable position.

Leo chuckled. ``I mean, contrary to popular belief, I do know how to use the internet.''

``Excuse me... what?'' Mikey blinked, feigning offense. ``Is our fearless leader not as pure as he would like us to believe? I'm shocked! Shocked I say!''

Leonardo laughed, full bellied and joyful and Mikey joined him. They held each other and they laughed and Michelangelo couldn't think of a single time in his life when he'd been happier.

``The four of us will need to have a family meeting tomorrow, of course.'' Leo said after a while, his voice sobering.

``You mean because of the popcorn?''

``You smelled it too?''

Mikey nodded, stifling a yawn. ``Made my brain feel fuzzy. I'm sure Donnie will tell us all about it in the morning.''

``Yes, I imagine he will.'' Leo agreed, looking down at his younger brother fondly. ``Will you join me in my room tonight, Mikey? It's strange, but I don't think I can stand not having you in my arms right now.''

``Aw... so romantic...'' Michelangelo cooed, stealing one more kiss before carefully rising to his feet and leading Leonardo upstairs.

They'd find their answers tomorrow, like they always did. For now, Mikey was going to sleep wrapped in the warmth of Leo's body, and he was going to savor every single second of it.

~*~*~*~


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