Days passed into nights, into months, the wheel of time turning onward. No heeding the heralds that would weep for the little lost angel. No thought for sweet Michaelangelo’s empty place in heaven. 

He slept now in the chamber of his demon lover, his own consciousness matching that of time’s unending path. Who needs those faraway clouds when warm, well-muscled arms are just as soft? Who cares for the sound of golden harps when the damned one’s breath against his ear reaches a note so sweet? 

This morning began in much that way. Sore and stiff from the previous night’s activities, sea green limbs stretched and reached, little fingers searching to curl against his sleeping partner’s chest. Eyes as deep and blue as the endless ocean blinked, the lids fluttering against freckled cheeks.

“Mmm… good morning, Leonardo.” Michaelangelo cooed softly.

A shift, an odd scent beside him caused the angel’s eyes to open further. The prone form beside him bore a completely different shape from the one he was used to, the one to whom he belonged. Less mass, less length pressed against his own tiny body. Who…? 

“Ah… its me.” 

The voice, thin, raspy, a hiss compared to the dulcet tones of Leonardo, the demon lover. Yet familiar.

“D- Donatello?”

Michaelangelo sat bolt upright, instantly checking himself over, though for what, he was unsure. He was naked, of course. No need of clothing around Leonardo. No marks, no scratches. Donatello liked to inflict those, sometimes, ever curious and all too eager was he.

“What are you doing here?”

Olive green limbs recoiled, scrambled back into a corner of the bed, their owner’s vivid copper eyes wide. Narrowing, narrowing, a grin forming, toothy and twisted.

“Master is out. When the cat’s away,” Donatello cackled, “the mouse can play!” 

A pink blush formed across the angel’s cheeks, brow furrowing into an adorable scowl.

“The mouse… isn’t s’post to touch me!” Michaelangelo scolded. Ineffectual, as small a voice as he possessed. “Not when Leonardo’s not around! And where is he, anyway?”

“Out, out out!” the small demon nodded with alacrity, “He’s gone out! To fetch you those flooowwers. Those smelly little things you love so much! And,” the crooked mouth formed into a sneer, a lie upon his lips, “the best part is, he left meeee…! To make sure you don’t get bored or lonely.  It’s my job to cuddle you all up, you see, little Angel? Why else do you think I would have been here, holding you so nice and warm, hm?”

Even now, the demon Donatello moved closer, closer to the little one, arms outstretched. Knowing, relishing the fact of the angel’s naivety, how easily a lie would be believed.

“Come come come to me. Let me hold you. Until his return. You miss him don’t you?”

It couldn’t be denied. And… despite the way the smaller demon spoke, his slightly frightening tone, he was friendly. The two had reached an accord with one another by now.

“He really said it’s okay? You’ll get in trouble if - “

“Of courrrrrse! Of course its okay, sweet Angel. Come come, sit in my lap.” 

The lap formed. The trusting angel, slowly but surely, complied.

“Yesss,” the demon hissed, copper eyes sparking from within olive and purple lids, “Now isn’t this nice,” he asked, and the angel agreed.

“Don’t you want my hands upon your thighs, just here, where his hands might be?” the demon teased, and the angel nodded.

“Don’t you like my lips on your shoulder, your neck?” the demon wheedled, demonstrating with slow movements upon trembling skin, and the angel churred.

“And wouldn’t you love for me to be inside you, little one? My cock to fill you just like -”

“STOP!” 

A hiss, a shriek. The crash of drinking pottery against the cave wall as Leonardo rushed in, a mere blur streaking past until he was upon the smaller demon, clawed hands gripping tightly at a gulping throat. Donatello’s shell scraped against the cave wall he’d fled toward, hands scrabbling at the air, the larger demon’s rippling arm. A grip of steel, a vice, fit to kill.

“HOW DARE YOU?” 

Saliva gurgled up, sprayed from between gapped teeth, violet claws scratching at leaf green skin, prying at Leonardo’s unmoving arm. Still the lesser demon grinned, nearly unfazed, endangered as his life was by the larger’s rage at what he’d seen.

“W-as j-ust kee-ping him w- warmed up… f-for you!” 

A growl rumbled through them both, Leonardo beyond words, beyond reason in his anger over his younger brother’s actions, his spite of rules that had been etched in stone, part of the demons’ very way of life. 

“You do not TOUCH what belongs to your ALPHA! You KNOW THAT!” Leonardo roared, slamming the lesser demon’s head into the cave wall to emphasise his point.

Donatello giggled and spat, blood pooling where sharp teeth bit into his purple tongue from the rough handling. Such was typical retribution when a subordinate demon like himself transgressed against an Alpha.

Michaelangelo, on the other hand, didn’t know that this particular subordinate lowered himself to such things fairly regularly.

“Leonardo! Stop! You said it was okay!” 

Sweet and innocent in his concern the voice rang out, calling to his lover in such a way that lead the coal-black eyes to widen, sledgehammer arms to cease their assault at once.

“I -”

“You said he could… could touch me. You left him in charge of keeping me cozy. Didn’t you?”

Caught, the younger demon chortled, hissed as the iron grip tightened around his neck, punishment for his lie. Anger sizzled through every pore of the Alpha male’s skin, snaked through his veins, hammered through lungs that burned to rage and scream.

“B- but perh-haps if you might l-let me play s-sometimes…!” 

Onyx orbs opened wide, clawed fingers releasing, slowly, slowly as Leonardo peered down at his prey. What was that he said? How many times had the larger been begged in such a way, in the heat of having, of possessing his light-being lover. One word repeated in the hissed, simpering tone of his pathetic lower sibling.

“Shhaaare… shhaaare!” 

“I’m terrible at c-catching my own,” Donatello coughed, his throat nearly crushed. “I’ve tried, b-brother! You know I have. How m-many times have I returned, battered and bruised when they get the better of me?”

“You don’t do it right,” the blue-marked one rumbled, finally easing his grip completely, releasing Donatello. “You’ve hurt him. Pull his wings and pinch his tail, mar his flesh with your claws! What marks have you put upon him this time, in my absence?” 

“He didn’t mark me.”  

A small voice, trembling, it’s owners presence nearly forgotten. Michaelangelo stepping forth, small hands taking hold of his larger lover’s forearm.

“He didn’t hurt me at all.”

Perfect touch, easing away the remaining tensions. Curling in air and evaporating, a serene calm taking over as ever it did. The light-being’s magic.

“He’s not so bad. It’s okay, right? Even when he pulls my wings, it’s just because he loves me too.” 

The sweetest smile. The brightest, most trusting eyes.

“Loves you?” 

“He’s right!” Copper eyes flashed as the lesser demon nodded, enthusiastic. “I do. I love him so, Leonardo, as much as you do.” 

A low, throaty growl.

“...Almost as much as you do. Oh but give me the chance to show it, yes? Say you will? Share him with me, let me play? P-please?” A word so hard to utter for one of the damned. “Please?”

Dark and cold of heart though he was, it was not beyond Leonardo’s ability to grant such a wish to one so pathetic and simpering as his brother. And yet less so when the sweet little trinket in question peered up at him, whole-hearted trust reflected in endless ocean eyes.

“For me?” 

Michaelangelo’s heart so tender,  he’d have wanted this for the other, even if not for himself at all. In truth, there were times the smaller demon’s touches would race the light-being’s pure heart even more, make the little angel feel close to soaring, held down and ravished by his beastly company though he was.

“For you, anything.” 

So simply, a wish given, a coal black heart melted away.

“But you’ll be under my supervision, brother,” Leonardo’s warning tone. “You’ll not place a finger upon him without my say so and guidance.”

“Of course, of course, my Alpha, yes!” A bit too gleeful.

“You’ll be taught to treat him as the fragile and splendored thing he is.”

“Yes, yes! Teach me!”

“AND YOU’LL NEVER BETRAY MY RULE AGAIN.”

“Never.” Olive green shoulders slouched, the small demon folding in on himself. “I’ll see that you don’t regret this,” Donatello grinned, mouth twisted more than ever, “Thank you. Thank you so, benevolent one,” he giggled.

A bargain reached.

And so the afternoon would come to pass, the little angel drugged on the heady opiate of the flowers that made his bed in the demon Leonardo’s arms, their aroma mingling in air with the earthen scent of his captor-lover-consort. Splayed and open he lay, hour by hour, languid touches and faint, bare strokes bringing him to mewl and cry for more.

“See?” the virile elder demon hissed, a clawed hand raining petals over the exposed flesh of the light-being’s cock. “He loves the flowers. Don’t you, my angel? So soft and sweet, like you are.” 

The twisted mouth lowered, then, pulled a breathy kiss in reply from the angelic lips. The smaller being arched, his shell rising, lowering, rising again as he stretched upward in search of more touch. 

“Ple~ease,” the angel begged. 

Leonardo nodded permittance to his brother, laying just inches away, staring. Grinning. Drooling. Slapped the younger demon’s hand aside a moment later when violet claws raked over sea green flesh, causing the angel to gasp, more in shock of the new touch to so-sensitive flesh than in pain, but it was enough to alarm his guardian.

“NO! That is NOT how you touch him!” 

Donatello yelped, recoiled. “Then teach me! Show me!” he cried, “Share!” 

 
“Like this.” 

Leonardo’s much larger hand spread itself across his angelic lover’s abdomen, a few remaining petals twined in his fingers, falling away as he began to stroke, caress. Careful fingers playing along the small angel’s scutes, deftly, softly, as though strumming an ethereal harp, and drawing forth sounds just as sweet and lilting.

Nearly forgotten already were the eyes that looked upon this lesson, but in time the elder nodded to his brother, another chance granted.

Michaelangelo turned a bit in his more experienced lover’s hold, stretching, exposing his side, his hip, more bare flesh and tender shell bridge. Begging for touch in new places, all too quickly set upon by the other demon.

Knuckles at first, then fingertips, but no claws this time drew across the offered body parts, Donatello seeming at last to learn this lesson. The demon’s eyes narrowed, teeth caught at his lower lip as he watched the light-being react, gently rolling and tossing in his eldest lover’s arms. Several moments passed this way, both demons lulling the little one further into ecstasy, teasing and touching until the angel’s arousal began to make itself known.

Donatello’s copper eyes shone and twinkled as he spotted the emerging flesh, the way it peeked from it’s hiding spot as if from behind a curtain.

“He likes it.”

“He does,” Leonardo answered. “Now stop.”

“But - !”

“Do as I say.” 

Grumbling, the olive skinned fingers left their new found places, the little angel’s eyes blinking open, glancing between his pair of lovers.

“M- more?” 

“Of course,” Leonardo soothed, smiling, gently hauling his prize up by both arms. He shifted, sat up, positioning Michaelangelo carefully onto his lap. “We’ve much more to teach Donatello.” 

“We do?” The young angel breathed, stretching himself sleepily against his much larger lover’s body, his feet coming up to perch on Leonardo’s lap. He smiled, ocean eyes twinkling, faraway, so obvious to both the damned ones that this was all play to him, all fun.

Surrounded by wanting, lusty creatures such as these, the center of all attentions. What more could he want?

“Good,” Michaelanglo giggled.

“It is good,” Leonardo agreed, “And now, we shall make it even better.”

At a nod, Donatello joined the two, perching himself at the little angel’s side. The Alpha’s large hand moved downward then, taking hold of the tender flesh, exposed and left wanting. Sensation coursed through the light-being’s tiny body, causing him to cry out, his wings spasming and spreading, a flurry of feathers.

Immediately the smaller demon seized his prize, the fluttering appendages being of most interest and curiosity to him. Eyes wide, Donatello clutched at a handful of feathers, another cry escaping Michaelangelo, but this time one of pain.

“NO!” Leonardo spat, hit his brother with brutal force, knocking the lesser demon to the ground. “Imbecile! How many times must you be told?” 

A toothy grin, the scratch of limbs against stone floor and the violet-marked demon was up on his knees again, craning himself closer to view more of the angel. Michaelangelo’s little body twitched and spasmed in small movements as Leonardo continued to work him over, not wanting to leave his prize unsated, as many punishments as he was having to take time for.

“L- Leonardo… g- give him one more chance.” 

Ocean blue eyes settled on the pathetic lesser demon. A sense of calm washed over Donatello then, the angel’s magic at work once more, soothing and peaceful. 

“He loves me. He doesn’t mean to hurt me. Look at him,” the little one cooed, smiling. 

Leaned over to whisper something in Leonardo’s ear, the elder demon’s onyx eyes growing larger at the angel’s suggestion. 

“I’ll bet he gets that right.” 

Perhaps it was the heady scent of so many flowers filling the creatures’ lair. Perhaps the angelic one’s own benevolence, his tenderhearted want of pure happiness for both of his dark lovers, a gift the light-being loved so much to give.

Either way, Michaelangelo would not have suggested himself be bedded by the lesser demon, were it not for his preferred lover’s own words earlier spoken.

“For you, anything.” 

Whatever the little angel wanted, he knew he would get. At Leonardo’s reluctant permittance, Michaelangelo, already as relaxed and ready as need be, called for Donatello to lay beside him.

Atop him.

Leonardo shifted, eyes ever watchful as he placed himself at his angel’s head, becoming as furniture for the little one to rest himself against. 

Not a word needed be spoken between the pair of dark-beings. Donatello was being allowed this chance because Michaelangelo requested it, desired it.

Should the smaller demon cause harm… it would be his life. End of statement, and fully understood at simply a look, a glaring meeting of onyx eyes with near-trembling copper ones.

Hissing as moist, warm pleasure surrounded him, groaning as he sought more of it, the small demon aligned himself and entered the angel’s welcoming body, buried himself inch by inch. 

Small, sea foam hands gently caressed olive green cheeks, a look of pure love being passed from the heavenly being to his hellbound paramour. 

Just one soft, sweet kiss and absolution was granted.

Forgiveness for the sin of simply being too eager a lover. Permittance to try again, to give and to take of Michaelangelo. A gift that caused the young demon to smile as never he had before.

With timid, slow movements, the demon pistoned himself carefully within the velvet heat Michaelangelo’s body provided. Cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, the angel raised his arms, curled them around Leonardo’s neck, holding on as he wrapped his small legs around Donatello’s carapace, invitingly.

It was almost all the violet marked one could bear to not quicken too much, not push too hard, but this… this was the closest thing to salvation the demon Donatello knew he would ever feel. To use force, to hurt the little angel in any way was to give this up, either by his death at Leonardo’s protective hand, or by exile to the use of his own for pleasure, at the very least.

With breathy, panted words the ecstatic demon told Michaelangelo of his need. Soft promises of flowers by morning, the way the light-being so loved to be awakened. Softer yet were the dark one’s praises, spoken in earnest against the angel’s ear between chaste kisses and hushed moans.

Under Leonardo’s watchful eye the demon and the angel made love, legs entangling, bodies colliding, but never a sound nor sight of pain to the light-being. Donatello kept his promise to the very last second. 

Buried deep within the little one’s blushing rump, Donatello emptied himself on a twisted, howled cry of ecstasy, joining in chorus with Michaelanglo’s own melodious voice as he too signalled he had reached his climax.

With one final thrust, Donatello fell backward, giggling as he landed with a soft ‘pop,’ his shell hitting the stone floor. His tail wiggled erratically, his leg twitched. His forked tongue drooped from the corner of his mouth as he finally fell completely still.

Michaelangelo, blue eyes wide though his small chest was still heaving gently from his exertions, peered between his two demon lovers, curious.

“Is he… dead?” 

Laughing softly, a bit aroused by his own voyeuristic experience, Leonardo repositioned himself, stretching out along the angel’s side and pulling him close.

“No, my sweet one,” the demon assured, gentle, soothing kisses raining upon sensitive sea foam flesh. “But he will sleep now. Perhaps for days. Perhaps for weeks.”

Leonardo’s coal black eyes roamed over to the lesser demon as he tucked Michaelangelo against himself, cuddling and nuzzling his young lover’s post-coital trembles away.

“I’ve seen it happen a few times before. Donatello spends himself so completely. It’s… odd,” the larger demon shrugged, “as are so many things about my brother.”

The angel giggled at that, relaxing fully into comforting, leaf-green arms. A soft, near-silent yawn and, now satisfied, he was nearly asleep. 

“But,” the light-being’s drowsy voice came, just seconds later, remembering something.

“Hm?”

“...He said he’d bring me flowers tomorrow!”