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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Leonardo/Michelangelo_(TMNT), Karai/Leonardo_(TMNT)
  Character:
      Leonardo_(TMNT), Raphael_(TMNT), Donatello_(TMNT), Michelangelo_(TMNT),
      Karai_(TMNT)
  Additional Tags:
      Turtlecest, Unrequited_Love, Love_Triangles, Revenge_Smut, Jealousy,
      Emotional_Hurt/Comfort
  Series:
      Part 2 of Duets
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-03 Updated: 2018-03-17 Chapters: 6/? Words: 26775
****** Kryptonite ******
by Caroaimezoe
Summary
     Leo pulls away when Mikey wants to get closer. Why is Leo his
     weakness? Creep from Mikey's point of view.
Notes
     Picture by NeatTea
***** Mr.Brigthside *****
                                        
 
Here it is. The best moment of Mikey's day; the stretching time before
training. He took great care every time to put himself just behind Leonardo.
Nobody was suspicious about it because Leo was the one they all sought to model
themselves after. So, if anyone noticed that Mikey was just behind him, close
enough to touch, or even to lick, when Leo was bending over to touch his toes,
he could fake innocence. Even if Leo doing so was showing off his tail, his
firm buttocks, and that so enticing spot in the middle, almost winking at him;
Mikey could pretend not notice it. Even if, to everyone, it must be so evident
that he was only there to stare. Just two second ago, Donnie had given him a
weird look. Lust must be printed on his face. So what?
Leo's ass was the most alluring thing in the world, why it would be wrong to
stare at it? It's wasn't even only his butt. The whole package was mind-
blowing. Leo's body was perfect. His green complexion seemed sharper to Mikey
and the leader’s stamina was so promising, especially when Mikey thought about
sex. The eldest could probably stand many couplings back to back, taking all
Mikey had to give. Also, Leo was so flexible; he would be able to bend into so
many positions.
Yeah, the leader did have an iron fist in a velvet glove, but Mikey supposed
that in a bedroom it could be another story. Leo being so in command, all the
damn time, just needed a break. He could easily picture a submissive Leo, at
night alone in his dark room. His hard voice would be so sweet and needy; he
was sure about it. He was burning with curiosity to discover if this scenario
was true.
There was no need to give more thinking about his body physical’s reaction. 
There were in this shitty mating season, and Donnie had told him just last
week, that his testosterone was already out of the chart, as expected.  The
genius was taken blood sample many times a year and after some test had warned
him: the season would hit him hard, like a brick wall, Donnie had said, handing
him over some “relief toy.”
Mikey had just taken the lube; twice each morning, he was jerking off before
confronting Leo on the tatami.It was the only thing he could do to prevent his
dick from peeping out during training. Leo in the Dojo was just so hot that
managing to hide his hard-on was an achievement. Each morning, he covered his
hand in lube, and he squeezed his fist hard on his cock, pumping it, as if was
Leo’s tight, untouched hole. He mostly pictured the leader riding him with
eagerness, impaling himself on his cock. It was one of his favorite fantasies
about Leo, this or the leader tied-up. Leo wearing ropes or chain, helpless and
begging, must be so damn hot, and his hand was a blur on his length, imagining
it. Cool people were always the more passionate lovers during sex, and he was
sure it was Leo’s case. Leonardo’s insides must feel as soft as some warm satin
and damn so good, constricting on his swollen flesh, and Mikey thinking about
it, came each time, biting his lips not to cry aloud his brother’s name. Leo
couldn’t learn that Mikey longed for him in this rude manner. Dulling his look
and seemed nonchalant to not freaking him out was already hard to achieve. The
hint he gave daily to Leo, about the fact that he wanted to be with him more
than in a brotherly way, was so recurrent that the leader was used to it now,
without understanding the meaning more than two years ago. He began to feel
impatient: Mikey would die to see hunger like his in the blue-steel eyes
instead to be looked at, as he was transparent.
Then, after tow climax in a row, Mikey was in control during breakfast. He was
half ashamed to have jerked off on his oblivious brother, ten minutes ago, and
the other half wanted to please him. Because if Leo could feel the same way
than him, it would be so great. So, he always asked Leo what the wanted to eat,
to drink, and served him, before himself. Mikey didn’t do it for their others
sibling, but Leonardo never questioned it, apparently. This smug bastard must
think it was a leader prerogative to be served like this.
This morning, Leo wasn’t hungry about anything specific, and Mikey had made
French-toast to cheer him up. Leo was losing weight, eating less lately, and
some sugar would do him some good. To his great disappointment, the eldest had
eaten almost nothing, saying his stomach was unsettled. It could be true, Leo
seemed troubled, but he was still drop-dead gorgeous. But what he could say?
Maybe it was a pre-season thing. Don had explained to him that for each of
them, it could be different.
And then, it was the moment he had so hoped for and feared at once: training
time. Hoped for because it was the only moment he could touch Leo all over,
without a puzzled or outraged glance and feared because he always worried that
his thin control would escape him and his lust takes over.
In the last days, all the training time, his mind was buzzing non-stop with
scattered images of the leader spread in front of him, stroking himself,
begging Mikey to fuck him senseless. Mikey knew that it wasn’t maybe a
exaggerate fantasies. The rest of the year, just imagined Leo making out with
him was enough for him to get off. But this damn season was setting his nerves
on edge, and his mentals scenario were more elaborate than this weird
Caligula’s movie he saw one night. So, when Master Splinter asked them to
brawl, he was focused only in pinning Leo down, pressing his shell on the mat
and wasn’t aware of the others. So, he was the one pinned down sometimes, by
Raph, and it was far less exhilarating to be seen so in a not advantaging
posture by the one he wanted so badly to impress.
Yeah, he was in-depth.
Besides the sexual aspect on which it was jerking off for two years straight,
he knew that his eldest brother could be a great partner. Leo was a caring and
loyal person. He had everything someone could wish in a mate. It was a
deduction he made two years ago when Leo almost die on them.  At this moment,
he had known that it wasn’t only because he was a “fanboy” to quote Raph. All
his young, Leo had been his model and his favorite brother, by his kind and
caring nature. But somewhere, something had changed, and Leo has a deeper
meaning for him and each day passing he was more certain about it. It wasn’t
only a short-time crush. He loved him.
So since, he was bouncing around Leonardo, trying to attract some smiles and
some praises from the leader, to be loved back. Leonardo was there for him, his
soulmate and promised lover. There were not others alternatives to Mikey.
Maybe, soon, Leo would notice him, too.  They were a perfect match. The only
thing Leo couldn’t manage to do was cooking, and Mikey was a pro to it. He must
remain patient and court him being caring and fun. It was what the leader
needed: great care, love, some fun and a lot of physical pleasure. Leo
eventually would feel the same urges than him. It was just damn long quite a
bit, after two years waiting to Leo to open his gorgeous eyes.
But in the lasts days, his hormones were talking louder than his reason.
Turtles didn’t do courtship. They just mate. He saw it on Discovery channel.
The male just bites his partner to prevent them from struggling and copulated.
But he can’t do that! Turtle in the wild didn’t have ninja partner, able to
broke their arm. Leo would be pissed off to be taken against his will. Mikey
must stick to his seduction mission and wait for the eldest’s green light. But,
the season made his mind just clouded by lust, and his need was aching to his
bones.
And each stretching session, he was there, drooling on the ass of the leader in
an unsubtle way but couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Only stare. And what
about the katas when Mikey was stalking on Leo? The raw passion and focus
displayed by the leader doing so, drove Mikey horny as hell, his groin twinging
painfully, trying not touching himself while he was spying on him and succeeded
less about it, lately.
Nevertheless, it wasn't as if Leo was complaining about Mikey's obsession. The
Fearless one was pretty oblivious to how seducing he was or that Mikey could be
another thing that an obedient soldier or the cook. But he could be so more to
him. He could see how Leo was stressed and how he needed a good dicking and a
lot of love. When it would be done, each of them would be far more relaxed and
could just begin a love relationship overdue. But Mikey didn’t know how to
bring Leo to this point of view. He could just jerk off until then, remembering
as Leo was hot stretching, like now. Each move making Mikey’s body temperature
to rise higher and higher.
Nothing else could be done to wane his lust, and it has become at the point to
become irritating lately, how Leo could be unaware.
 Mikey wasn't that bothered at the thought that Leo could catch him staring at
his bent over' ass, now. He almost wished it, to get a reaction and move
somewhere with it. Anyway, what was Leo's future outside their little family?
Who could take better care of the leader than him? Ok, there still Donnie and
Raph, but Don was busy, and Raph didn't seem interested in having Leo in his
life as something else than a sparring partner.
Anyway, he was Mikey, the most balanced-gifted brother; he was fun, he was
agile, he was fast, he was a great cook, and he already feels it: a great
lover. He and Leo always get along the better. He was the Battle Nexus
Champion. Leo couldn't refuse him as a mate. Could he?
He smells it now: the herbal perfume giving off by his eldest brother, just in
front of him. It was so insane to have this body he craves for, so close and
not being allowed to touch it. It was ludicrous; he would never hurt Leo. Mikey
just wanted to make him feel good all over.
 Because lately, Leo seemed darker than usual. This morning, Leo had stayed far
longer than usual in the shower, denying having masturbate as fiercely as if
what wrong, doing so. If jerking off was a sin, Mikey was assured to have his
seat reserved in the VIP section of the hell. Raph would probably have a seat
next to him.
Did Leo never touch himself that way, far too prudish? If someone asked Mikey’s
opinion about it, it would say it was foolish, but at the same time, so more
exciting! Teach pleasure to the leader, made him cum for the first time must be
thrilling. This idea was picking him all day. It wasn’t sure if it was normal
and a reptile thing but the idea that Leo was a pure virgin, even with his
hand, made him horny, but in an edgy way. He needed to take him and mark him as
his before someone else taint his flesh. Maybe he was just stupidly paranoid
and jealous. Or it was a kind of mating ritual. He didn’t dare ask Donnie about
it.
Leo now was stretching his neck, exposing more his collarbone and a shiver went
trough Mikey’s spine. He could bite him just there. Leo’s neck was gorgeous,
long and noble. Mikey had never seen a collarbone deserving to be called
alluring other than Leo’s. It would be even better with a huge purple hickey on
it. Mikey licked his lips, breathing deep, trying to block his instinct,
compelling his eyes to look away from the temptation. He must keep himself in
check.
So, he succeeded in looking away from the neck to set his eyes on another
target and his resolves to stay restrained almost crumbled.  Indeed, Mikey’s
kryptonite was Leo’s tail. It was so fine and appealing, enlightening Leo’s
perfect, firm buttocks. He could jump through ten inflamed hoops, surrounded by
venomous snakes to grab Leo’s sexy tail, absolutely blinding by it when it was
peeping out under his brother’s shell. Mikey had already bumped more than once
in a wall, to busy staring at Leo's tail, flipped to the left or the right, the
orange-clad turtle having followed its direction. The damn thing was driving
him as a puppet.
He saw it now, so enticing, begging for attention, beckoning him to come
closer. He could see Leo's puckered entrance, so thing, just under it, almost
winking at him in a welcoming way. It would be hard to breach the leader, and
Mikey would have to take great care to not make him suffer. It would fit into
it perfectly after, and it would be so nice feeling Leo from the inside. Mikey
was feeling the warm burbling in his belly as a warning. He must look up before
losing it in the middle of the Dojo. Maybe the tail was less dangerous to stare
at.
He fantasized from so long to nip this fine tail, daily,  eliciting some
pleading sound from Leo. And then he could plow his tongue into him for a
really good stretching session. The cute tail was only at ten inches from his
face, and he could stop the waiting if he makes one bold move. Leo would be
aware of his interest and must face it. Mikey knows the bulge on his lower
plastron was more than apparent, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t bear waiting
to Leo acknowledging his passion. He will nip Leo’s tail and lick his way down,
until…
“ Michelangelo! What are you doing?” Leo asked in a clipped tone and, startled,
Mikey replied something probably witty because Leo scolded.
“ Training will be hard. Not the time to goofing around.”
Mikey tried not to pout to the goofy remark. He didn’t mind hard training as
Leo could think. Harder was Leo in training, harder was Mikey in his bed,
imagining how delicious it should be to have the Fearless Leader underneath
him. He would trust violently in him, biting him hard at all the place he could
reach, shoving his cock roughly and ramming his tongue into Leo’s mouth. The
leader was far too often in control. Seeing him crack under his ministrations
would be amazing.
Leo has just to give him one hour, and the Fearless one will never call him a
goofy anymore. No, Leo would give him tender pet name, in this needy voice that
Mikey keeps hearing in his secrets fantasies.  
Master Splinter entered, broking the spell, and commanded 15 minutes of race
laps. Mikey was keeping his pace, just behind his blue-clad brother, staring at
the tail, fascinated at it like a month to a flam. So, when Leo stumbled, while
running, Mikey did it too.
Master Splinter asked Leo if he was in pain. Not a word to him, because Mikey
could stump and nobody would notice, but Leo outside the kitchen was absolute
perfection, so he agrees it was troubling.
Leo didn’t answer right away, and now, deeply concerned, their Sensei
reiterated his question.
"Leonardo, my son? I talked to you!"
Leo started, hastened to answer;
"I'm sorry, Sensei."
The rat made a sigh and stated:
" You will spar with Michelangelo."
At that, Mikey was beaming. He didn’t have the opportunity to spar with Leo so
often. It must be good timing to impress him with his new skills. To burn some
of his energy and all his accumulated tension, even more in the last week, he
had trained a lot. He has even gained some new muscles in the last month. He
had also invented a new dead-move with his nunchuks. Leo was crazy about
training, he couldn’t notice it.
The firsts moments, everything was fine, and Mikey was too happy to have the
icy blue stare on him, but he noticed the blank look of his opponent. Leo was
dodging, but something seemed off about him. Leo was given the impression to
not be even there, lost in his own world and Mikey tried to be more impressive
to have the steel look on him, for real. But, by accident, he strikes Leo’s
face, while staring at the sweat in the hollow of his brother’s neck.
The lips he was longing for were bleeding now, burst, by his fault.
"Oh, shell! I'm so sorry, Leo! " Mikey exclaimed. " I was sure you would see
that coming!"
Leonardo touched his lips, kind of indifferent about it when Mikey continued to
apologize profusely.
"But you're kind of daydreaming since the last two months, dude! You're not
yourself..." he tried to explain to show that he cares deeply for him.
Leo stopped wiping his lips, his blue eyes wides a moment and then, his face
turned cold, and with his authoritative voice, he interrupted Michelangelo.
"Don't be silly, Mikey! I have been hit. That could happen, and that means
you're improving. So, I'm proud of you."
Mikey knew enough his brother to know when Leo was hiding the truth. The eldest
wasn’t lying, Leo was far too honorable for that, but there was something fishy
there, and he didn’t like a bit Leo’s icy expression. Damn, it was an accident.
He would never hurt Leo on purpose! He loved him too much for that. He knows
that Leo was indeed proud, but only of his own reputation, not about Mikey’s
so-called improvement. The leader was hiding something from Mikey, not trusting
him enough to open up to him, and this almost lies hurt him:
"Please, tell me you don't think I'm enough a dummy to believe this kind of
bullsh..."
"Michelangelo, leave your brother alone and watch your mouth!" Splinter said.
Of course, Sensei would take Leo’s side. Leo could be moody as fuck and less
eating, and being lonely, Mikey was the misbehaved. Mikey was about to talk
back when Donnie, calmly, raised his hand, waiting to add his two-cents.
Donatello was a genius, not blinded by favoritism. Mikey had asked Donatello
was going on with Leo. Donnie has pretended not knowing what Mikey was talking
about, but Mikey wasn’t that dumb. Donnie just wanted to make him talk. He must
already have figured out Mikey’s secret and wanted to be sure. But maybe Donnie
was genuinely concerned and being a clever turtle, he would discover the truth
about Leo’s state of mind and will help him. Of course, Mikey would have
preferred to be the one helping Leo, but he wasn’t enough a selfish bastard to
let his petty jealousy across the path of Leo’s well-being.
" As the doctor of this family, I suggest that we slack the training a bit. We
won't be patrolling that much the next two weeks, and Leo seems exhausted."
"I'm not! I'm not weak! I'm perfectly fine!" Leo snapped so fiercely that Mikey
startled. Since when Leo was emotional at the point of losing control in front
of their Sensei? Raph was grinning as a dumbass as if a Leo so edgy was kind of
funny: " Anger is my department, bro. Didn't know you have such a short temper
in ya, Fearless!"
Mikey was agreed. Leo wasn’t reacting as he does. Something must bother Leo A
LOT. He knew it!
"It isn't the Leo we know. Something is off..." Mikey protested but not so
loud, not wanting to bring back Leo's fury toward him but wanting to show to
Donatello that it was an example of what he was talking about some days ago.
Leo wasn’t fine.
"Stop talking about me as if I wasn't there!” Leo yelled, his blue eyes blazing
on Mikey as he wanted to burn him to the ground and Mikey just wanted to curl
up in a dark corner and cry. Why was Leo so harsh on him? He was only
concerned! But Leonardo suddenly seemed to remember his Sensei’s presence and
took some of his self-control back.
 “Sensei, please. let's continue. I will pay more attention. Promises" Leo
insisted with a huge grin, so honeyed, so faked that Mikey worries were now
more out of chart than his hormones. Something was awfully wrong with his
beloved brother if Leonardo was trying to trick even Master Splinter. The
leader was always pure honestly, even more to their father. He hoped that their
Sensei won’t be fooled by Leo’s act-up.
Master Splinter looked deep in thought, and then, his decision fell, to Mikey’s
relief.
"Perhaps, your brother Donatello is right. We will take a day off. Go rest my
son and put some ice on your wound."
Mike could tell Leo was mad. A kind of mad much worse than even Raph when there
wasn’t any bacon left. But as the obedient son, he just bowed to Master
Splinter and stormed out in a Raph-like way. It was so unusual that each of
them looked to Donatello, seeking an answer from the resident genius. Don
shrugged:
“ End of spring, perhaps.”
Mikey followed, not too closely, not wanting to annoy Leo further, but he
entered the bathroom where his eldest brother was. Maybe Donnie was right.
Leo's testosterone levels fueled his aggressiveness, more than his horniness,
just like Mikey. It was a shame: anger was sterile and brought no pleasure. He
came close to his brother, cautious as Leo was a wild animal. The leader was
showering, and he put his hand on the eldest’s shoulder, trying to not be
overwhelmed by desire. Leo needed an understanding friend and a brother for
now, not yet a passionate lover.
"Leo, I'm sorry...I know these spring's things suck..."
As he had been burned, Leo turned to look at his brother:
"It has nothing to do with it! I didn't have any issues with whatever month we
are..." he stated, with an icy glance.
Mikey's heart sank. Never he has imagined than Leo, his brother, his leader,
his secret crush and desired mate, could look at him this hurtful way. Leo must
have seen the pain on his face because his feature melted in a remorseful
smile.
"Mikey, I assure. that is nothing to do with it..."
"So, you admit it? There something bothering you? Nobody could fool the Nexus
Champion!" Mikey declared proudly, his hand on his waist in a superman posture,
searching a way to coax his brother to confide in him and so acted as the goofy
Leo thought he was.
Leo sighed
"I only need a cold shower, I assure you, " he replied, turning his attention
to the soap, instead of Mikey. Leo was rubbing the soap so harshly on his
delicate skin to the point of pain, without noticing it, that Mikey used all
his self-restraint to not take away the soap and kiss the sore flesh.
Raphael shouted that if they wanted to talk, then they do it outside because he
had a "hot date" and Mikey hid rather poorly his exasperation. He wanted some
alone time with Leo, to make him open to him, in all the possible way. Raph has
just spoiled the opportunity.
All the shower, he looked aside, toward Leo showering next to him. The jade-
colored skin was divine with the water dripped on it. Mikey wanted to lick it,
imagining the possible taste of it. If Leo wasn’t worshipping his body, Mikey
will. But the special moment he didn’t want to miss when were Leo was releasing
his cock out. He has never could see it perfectly, Leo being too prudish to
Mikey’s liking. It seemed a hair longer, but slender than his. Just mean to fit
in Mikey’s hand. His dick grew erect, and if Leo just turned his head a bit, he
could see his raging hard-on, but the leader was obstinately looking at the
tiles in front of him.
He didn’t know if Leo was aware of his stare, but the leader cut short his
shower. Anyway, it wasn’t that bad. Raph paid not mind to jerk off with his
others brothers present, but Mikey couldn't achieve it with Leo at reach.
Donnie has followed Leo, and Mikey know what that means: The leader, willing or
not, will have a medical appointment with Dr. Donnie. He was relieved. Donnie
won’t fell for Leo’s denies that’s everything was fine because, you know, he
mediates, train and has a healthy diet. Don would extract the truth of Leo,
nagging him until the leader cracks under pressure, being asked the same
question, in fifty different ways. When it was about medical stuff, Don was
more enraged than a bulldog on a bone, and he won’t drop the case without
having received an acceptable answer to his concerns.
Now that there was only Raph there, and that he knew that Leo was in good
hands, he could afford a stress-relief. He lost himself in memory of Leo
bending, stretching, sweating, and washing, his wrist on overdrive.
“ So, comfier now that your big crush is just out.”
Mikey denied nothing and didn’t ask how Raph, not the sharpest pencil in the
box, has figured it out and didn’t pretend it was maybe Donatello, instead than
Leo. He grunted only a “shut up,” and Raph has a low laugh.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell. I have had a Fearless phase too, but Leo is so
oblivious that I got tired of it, kinda.”
The confession even made in an indifferent voice, was enough for Mikey to lose
his erection. The orange-clad turtle was now worried. Leo was enough a hard
target like this. He didn’t need Raph’s competition as a cherry on the top.
Fiercely, he turned toward Raph, growling.
“ Just don’t…” he warned in a manner very uncharacteristic of his friendly
nature.
Raph raised his hand in surrender, with a mocking grin.
“ Hey! I just told ya. I got jaded to wait. If ya want him, it’s fair game. I
don’t see him that way anymore, and I won’t stab my bro like that knowing that
ya have the hots for him.”
Mikey’s aggressiveness lowered hearing that.
“ I want and love him for so long now, thank, bro. But, how do you know?” he
asked rather softly.
Raph made a smirk and wrapped a red towel around his loins.
“Kinda obvious. Since Fearless almost dies, you always there, playing the
attention whore, mostly when he is there. And how to not mention all the glance
you gave him.” he mocked, and Mikey blushed slightly.” Doing the math is easy,
bro and ya couldn’t do more without having a neon arrow above you flashing
“Want to see my big nunchuck, Leo?” I think ya guys would be kind of cute
together. Well, now that’s is settled, I leave ya, to take care of your
problem.”
At the second that Raph was gone, Mikey returned to his handiwork. Raph was
aware of his feeling and wasn’t  freaked out about it. He even encourages Mikey
to pursue Leo. Donnie must be aware too and not have to hide that much his
feeling would be nice.
He imagined Leo, coming back to the shower and what he could do to him. The
climax followed quickly, and after washing once last time, a more relaxed Mikey
went to his room. He typed a playlist randomly and was listening to the music,
almost in peace. Three orgasms since his waking-up, four hours ago was enough
to soothe him for a while.
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
If I'm alive and well, will you be there a-holding my hand?
I'll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
You called me strong; you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back on solid ground.
“ So depressing lyrics. Must put on some cheerful thing. Leo didn’t need to
hear that” he muttered, playing on his T-Pod, laying on his bed. There was a
knock on the door, and Mikey yelled a “ Come in.”
It was Leo, and even if it was indeed a good surprise, Mikey was now not too
fogged by lust to imagine that Leo has come to offer himself. Probably more
chance that it was about patrolling or cleaning his room, so no need to be
excited, yet.
“What’s up, bro? » he asked nonchalantly.
Leonardo smiled kindly at him.
"Oh, I wanted you to add a song to my T-pod. "
Mikey sat up, smiling. It was an easy way to please his loved one.
"Really, which one? "
Leonardo didn’t remember the title of it, so he hummed the song and sang the
lyric that he remembered to his brother. Mikey was mesmerized. Leo’s features
were soft, and his steel eyes were shining peculiarly, while he was singing
this sad song with his magnificent voice, and Mikey was stirred in front of the
rare display of sweet passion of his brother. But, the song was short, and Leo
stopped singing.
Mikey cleared his throat, to spoke casually.
“I know from the beginning which song you were talking about, dude. But you
have a such a beautiful crooner voice, Leo, I wanted to enjoy it until the end.
Even if I rather prefer you sing a more cheerful one.”
Leo smiled, and Mikey smiled, back, now enthusiastic. “Give me your T-phone; I
would do it. You can stay here meanwhile; maybe we could discover others songs
you like.” Mikey suggested eagerly. It’s has been a while since they have some
alone time together. Maybe he could make some heavier-implied hint and maybe
just brush Leo’s tempting flesh.
“Leo, bro, do you want to listen to another song?” Mikey asked softly, taking
Leo’s hand in his and squeezing it lightly. His hand was cold, but Mikey was
willing to warm his brother up.
Leo shook his head, getting up hurriedly,
 "Later, Mikey. I need to practice. See you at dinner. "
“Do you mean lunch?" Mikey asked surprised and disappointed. “It's only eleven
o'clock." Leo could think to train seven hours, just after morning practice?
Could he be that a training addict doing so?
Without turning around, Leo said, "I have to train a lot." and left, leaving
Mikey, so upset.
Mikey tried to deal with this new disappointment. He should be used to it now,
Leo being more lonely, each day passing. But he knew better than insisting. Leo
hated being forced, questioned and cornered. It would make more than damage
than giving Mikey good points.
So, he tried to fill his mind and have his hands buzzy, by masturbating,
playing Nintendo and cooking.  He had a talk with Donnie. Donatello wasn't
willing to give him detail about Leo’s condition, hiding behind the
professional secret he must keep. Mikey has sneered that he has never seen
Don’s damn degree, neither his accreditation of the professional order of the
sewers physicians so that he should spill the beans already. Don has talked
about Leo having some reserves about giving himself pleasure and that Leo was
torn between his envy and his moral code. Knowing that Leo was troubled by
carnal desires was the best news of the day, and Mikey thought that maybe the
leader would be more receptive.
Later, after dinner, as promised Leo was there, sitting next to him, watching a
movie. There was a blanket on them and Mikey, since the last one hour, was
debating with himself if the timing was good to make a move. He was now buzzing
with the same sexual energy than at the Dojo earlier, intoxicated by Leo’s
smell in his nose. Maybe just patting Leo’s thigh, lightly, would be okay, not
a too bold move, but an undeniable physical contact, not brotherly.
Suddenly, before he could reach Leo’s under the blanket, Mikey felt a buzz and
felt Leo tensed as well. Who can call Leo at this time? All their family member
were there, in the room.
The leader raised up very slowly. "Oh! I forgot. I had set the alarm for my
training...I must go..."
"Are you serious? You have trained all day!" Mikey whined. Leo wanted to leave
just at the moment Mikey has made his mind to dare touch him more intimately!
"Michelangelo, there are things more important than television! You should
maybe train more, too." Leo replied, sternly.
Mikey hated when Leo acted as a parental figure like at this exact moment. But
then, he had an idea:
"You know what, bro? You're right. I'm going to train with you!" he said
eagerly, jumping out of the couch. They will be alone in the Dojo, and maybe he
could make his move, anyway.
He saw Leo’s hesitation but didn’t have the time to question it.
Leo’s T-Phone vibrate again, and Leo pulled out slowly out of his belt and took
a look at the screen, and his expression was changing again. Mikey had the time
to catch a glimpse of true excitement, and he was bewildered.
"Finally, maybe I should sleep instead. We'll train tomorrow together, Mikey."
It was a slap. A part of Mikey know it wasn’t biggie, but another part of him
was sick from all the “ later, then” from Leo. He was waiting for years, and
now the craving was just too strong.  And another part of his was worried;
something was off with Leo. Leo had seen something exciting on his phone and,
went straight to his bedroom, but according to Donatello, Leo doesn’t jerk off.
So, why Leo was so eager to recluse in his bedroom, so early, in a middle of a
movie, just after pretexted wanting to train? He stared at the shell of his
brother, leaving. If Donnie could have the bottom of the story, he would.
***** I took a pill on Ibiza *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is Mikey's point of view from chapter 2 and the half of
     chapter 3 from Creep.
     Picture by NeatTea.
 
 
Mikey had sneaked into Don’s lab to snitch some weird wake-up pills. Leo was a
sneaky son of a bitch! He can’t afford a simple blink. If he wants to watch
Leo, he must be completely awake.  Giving as excuses to go get a snack, he left
his remaining brother in front of the tv. He knew where the genius hides this
stuff. Donnie made it, to stay awake when a project was urgent enough that
sleeping was a waste of time. Mikey didn’t have the slightest idea about what
was this stuff, neither the dosage and so he took only one, swallowed it dry
and go back in the living room, faking watching the end of the shitty action
movie chosen by Raph.
It was almost 11:00 pm when his brother went to bed, and he faked going with
them. Something in him was twitching, and his instincts were screaming at him
that Leo was up to something. He went back to the living room, hiding in the
dark, behind the couch, his ocean blue eyes staring at the hall. He didn’t know
what kind of shit Don’s pill were made of but, he felt jacked-up on adrenaline.
All Mikey’s sense were on overdrive, while he was waiting and then, he heard
the step of his brother, to stealthy to be another of his siblings.
One moment, Mikey kind of hoped that Leo only wanted to pee. It was indeed
possible, Leo having been all the evening in this bedroom. But, soon his hope
vanished when he heard the step going down the stair and so, taking the exit
direction and Mikey was shocked.
Leo, the fucking leader, was going out of the lair in the middle of the night,
leaving his brothers unaware of it? What the heck?
On tiptoe, from a distance, Mikey followed. Maybe Leo was pissing off about all
the missed patrols and wanted to play vigilante? But, Leo didn’t have chastised
Raph for doing the Nightwatcher? Could Leo do the same thing? Maybe he felt
only restless because of this end of spring thing and just wanted to do a
midnight jog, across the tunnel’s sewers. It wasn't impossible for Leo. The guy
has a real training addiction, feeling as he was slacking if he hadn’t burned
1000 calories in the last hour. Leo must have one of his Ultimate Ninja
training kick, that’s it.
Alas, Leo, after having walked in long strides, arrived at the end of the
tunnel they used to go at the warehouse. He climbed the manhole ladder and
Mikey must face the truth as shocking it was. Leo wasn’t up to a quick jog. His
big brother has just sneaked out from the lair. But where Leo could go, alone,
at the surface?
Mikey tried to shadow Leo, who was running damn fast, jumping with enthusiasm
between the roofs, not as cautious and silent as usual.  Worry replaced the
indignation because Leo seemed so careless all of sudden, but then, something a
lot more ugly was creeping into Mikey’s mind.

Jealousy.

Because to be so much less discreet than usual and to run so fast... Leo seemed
far too eager to only play vigilante, and midnight was the time for a secret
lover’s rendezvous.
The rage bubbled in him at a frightening speed, and he fought with the urge to
run faster, grab Leo, pin him down and have his way with him, already. He took
a deep breath, closed his eyes one moment, and managed to calm down.There
wasn’t possible, his brother was far too careful to trust stranger and so, Leo
must have a good reason for going out. Maybe he just wanted to stare at the
sky. Leo’s soul was so poetic and it was the reason why Mikey was going so slow
with him. Maybe Leo just felt chocked in their reclusive home, like Mikey,
sometimes. But, when Mikey opened his eyes, calmer, Leo was nowhere to be seen.
In a panic, he looked everywhere, running and jumping in all directions. If Leo
were in troubles, he would be alone to deal with it if Mikey failed to find
him. He cursed his jealousy and began to search for his brother, in a frenzy.
Never he had run so fast and jumped so far. But, more two hours later, he must
admit that Leo was invisible. He saw some punks and shabby criminals, but the
leader wasn’t busy playing justice turtle, obviously.
So, where was he? What was he doing? And, mostly, with who?
It was 2:00 AM and Mikey was about to go insane! Leo must be up in 4 hours, to
begin his daily routine of perfect leader and son, and so he should be back
soon, but Mikey was determined to know the truth.Anyway, thanks to Donnie's
pills, he wasn’t tired at all. He was feeling as energetic as KingKong, ready
to climb the damn Empire State Building to find this jerk.
But he knew that if Leo sees him before he does, the son of a bitch would take
another path, to avoid to be caught. He must stay hidden, in the shadow, as the
damn ninja he was supposed to be. He will stay there until Leo came out, under
the water tower, above the dark alley near the warehouse. He tried to calm
down, his mind doing a circle, trying to find where could be Leo’s hideout and
the reason he went there. He could think of nothing and was just about to lose
it so bad!
But then, the wind bring Leo’s scent in his nose, and he knew that Leonardo was
close. It was his sweet aroma of incense, spice, and musk. He saw him, running
and then stopping on his track with a kind of dorky smile. Mikey loved the
smile of his brother when Leo was gazing at him, but, not when Leo was staring
into space, coming from an unknown place. No, Mikey didn’t like this smile a
bit. How could Leo dare smile when he was mad with anxieties? His anger grew
over his relief to see the leader safe.
“Where do you come from?”
Leo’s head turned in a sharp move toward him, and Michelangelo emerged from the
shadow, swirling his nunchucks.
Mikey had didn’t mean to sound so harsh and aggressive, but he has just spent
two hours worried sick when Leo has just come from a fun place, obviously,
considering his smile.
Leo wasn’t used to be scolded, neither questioned, and the smile disappeared
rather quickly from the leader’s face.  
“What do you do alone at this time outside from the lair? You should be
sleeping at home!"
Mikey was incredulous. How could Leo have the nerves to lecture him about
sneaking out? What a…For once, Mickey was determined not to be snagged by the
Fearless Leader’s way of his brother. He would make his point across.
“So, you do!” Mikey hissed. “Where do you come from?” he asked again, each
syllable harshly separated from the other.” I see you sneaking from the lair. I
had followed you but lost you, at one moment. I know it’s not the first time.
Tell me. Where you come from?”
Again, Mikey didn’t want to anger the leader, but he was far too upset to care
about Leo’s leader prerogatives. And he didn’t know if it was the first time or
not. It was pure made-up bullshit, but he was now afraid to see a link between
Leo going-out, eager and coming back smiling and his brand new moody attitude
at the lair. After having being caught, his brother won’t have the choice to
spill the beans.
Mad, Leo snarled:
“You don’t have the authority to question me. I’m the leader. I’m allowed to do
what I please. I’m cautious enough to take care of myself.”
Michelangelo remained silent. Being so defensive wasn’t Leo at all. But that
was the fucking point of Mikey’s concern. Leo wasn’t himself lately, losing
control more easily than Raph. Something was troubling Leo, and the youngest
was determined to help his brother, even against his wills. Leo wanted to play
this game? He could play dirty too.
“You’re right. I’m not allowed to question you…” Mikey began, and he saw relief
in Leo’s face.
“But Master Splinter is.” he dropped with a malicious smile and Leo paled.
“You won’t dare…” he growled.
Mikey walked toward him, his nunchucks still swirling. He didn’t want Leo being
mad at him. He just wanted to show his love and concern. If it were the other
way around, Leo would do the same thing.
“Maybe not, if you talk to me. You’re not yourself lately, and we’re worried.
I’m worried.” he kept insisting, coming closer. After all his anguish, he
needed to touch Leonardo, to be sure his brother was safe. He needed physical
contact, and the urges were too great to resist.
When Mikey was enough to close, he sniffed the leader, and the shock widened
his teal eyes. He jerked off often enough to recognize pheromone and the faint
bitter smell of semen.  He knew it! Like a dumbass, he has waited, trying to
court and seduce and please and someone else had taken advantage of his slow
consideration and patience. His Leo has been tainted and maybe was already in
love with someone else! He couldn’t stand it! The pain of such a treason was
unbearable after so much waiting.
“You’d sex” he shouted, so upset “With who?”
“No. I haven’t." Leo denied, calm." I talked with Donnie about something…and
find a way to resolve issues. Intimate issues” he explained firmly.
Mikey stayed silent. Perhaps it was indeed true. Leo has been unable to
masturbate at home for an unknown reason. Maybe Leo has been afraid to be
noisy, walked on, or something. Or he has gone away looking for inspiration to
jerk-off on. Maybe Leo has some unknown kink like Mikey have with the biting
and the bondage. Yes, maybe it was just that. Mikey wasn’t quite sure, but it
was a truth more easy to swallow than another possibility.
“Do you tell me the truth? Because, you know…If I can’t trust you, nothing had
sense, anymore. You’re supposed to be a model to me, remember?” he asked, his
heart pounding as crazy in his chest. He so needed this confirmation, because
as he said, if not, nothing had meanings anymore. You can’t live after being so
deceived by the guy you’re over the head in love with for years.
Leo nodded but didn't speak, and it was troubling. The leader seemed having
felt his suspicion because he added in a sweet voice, as in Mikey’s erotic
dreams.
“I will never lie to you, Mikey. You’re my precious little brother.”
Before Mikey could say anything, Leo was quick to continue;
“Donnie told me…you’ve fancy someone.”
Leo’s voice was as deep and soft as rich velvet, wrapping Mikey around Leo’s
finger. Mikey’s heart almost stopped when he caught the meaning of Leo’s word,
and a flush crept onto his cheeks. Leonardo knew! And maybe he was almost
there. Leo would close the space between them and give his lips to Mikey for
his first kiss. Mikey opened his mouth, licking his lips, suddenly dry,
quivering already in anticipation of the delicious kiss to come. But Leo broke
the spell.
“Please. Don’t give too of yourself in this. Donnie made a fool of himself with
April and…I don’t want someone abuse your kindness.” Leo explained with
seriousness. “If someone broke your heart, I would break his legs, and this
kind of behavior is prohibited by the bushido, “he concluded with a smile,
joking.
Mikey was too frozen by the disappointment to find a reply to this about how
Leo would manage to break his own legs. The mind in turmoil, but silent, he
followed the leader back home.
Mikey had remained silent, though his devastated face had to show how upset he
was. Maybe it was because of the darkness, but Leo didn’t ask him any questions
and, and told him goodnight, before disappearing in his room. So, Mikey went
back to his bedroom, annihilated. He allowed his nerves to crack, now that he
was alone, and he flooded his pillow with bitter tears. Leo wasn’t a liar, but
the leader didn’t even give a clear explanation about where he went so no one
could tell he had lied. Mikey wanted to believe Leo, so badly. But, the
instinct of the orange-clad turtle was screaming in protest. Something was
wrong. Nobody was so happy to just have cum by his own hand. Leonardo was
sometimes weird, it was true. But this was beyond Mikey’s understanding,
The next day, he avoided Leonardo the best he could and the following day, too.
He didn’t even think to report Leo to Master Splinter. All his chances with his
beloved would be over there, and anyway, he wasn’t that childish. Mikey was to
busy to scheme about his big seduction project. He loved Leo so much and was
distraught at the idea that maybe his feelings wasn't given back. Maybe he had
taken the wrong tactic. Leo seemed to take him for granted and perhaps being
kind and sweet wasn’t the way to win Leo’s heart. So, Mikey had taken the
resolution to play hard to get.
It was difficult, his craving most alienating than ever, but he was determined
to resist. Leo would notice his indifference and would ask him some question
about his new attitude. And soon, this damn end of spring will be over, leaving
Mikey breath something else than testosterone. He would be able to remain
patient and caring. To hold on until then, Mikey has still something; the
laundry chore.
To play guinea pig with Dr. Donnie, Mikey has asked for swap chores, last
month. Don has been surprised but hadn’t mind the switch.
Donnie has been initially picked for the laundry because the laundry room was
next to the lab. Laundry wasn’t that long and Donatello was busy. Master
Splinter had never asked Donnie’s opinion about it. The truth was that he hated
this chores and Mikey knew it. They wear few clothes: only bandanas and
padding. But there are the sheets too, and it was the reason that Mikey wanted
to swap and Donatello was willing doing so.
Sheets were washed twice a week because three of them were a horny teenager, at
least. For a weird reason, Donnie was disgusted touching body’s fluids outside
of the lab and he was convinced that Raph’s clothes and sheets were full of
dried sperm. And each time that he complained or asked Raph about that, the Hot
Head only smiled. Don was just paranoid and OCD and Raph just had fun messing
with the genius’ mind, but it was so a good opportunity to Mikey. Sniffing the
sheet were Leo had slept, three night in a row and jerk off on it, the blue
bandana in hand, was a huge stress-relief. Inhaling the faint sandalwood and
musk aroma, characteristic of Leo’s scent was almost like the leader was here,
if Mikey closed his eyes. It was much better with the odor, and he could
picture in his mind, fucking Leo senseless on the washing machine. His climax
was mind-blowing and in the laundry room, he could moan and groan and call’s
Leo’s name, his sounds covered by the noise of the machine. Despite that, he
kind of regretted to not being able to do so, in his bedroom was the risk to be
walking on was lower and his bed, comfier. But there was no other possibilité
to have Leo’s sheet.Mikey wasn’t ashamed to cum all over it, because duh, they
will be washed right after.
Wednesday morning was the laundry day, but Mikey spill more tear than cum on
Leo’s belongings. He was sick to live in the insecurity and the secret. But, he
was sulking Leo since not 36 hours and his brother would never take him
seriously if he yielded so soon in the game.
As a reward, to console himself to having to lose his laundry jerk-off
opportunity, he snatched one of Leo’s blue bandana. He will use it later in his
room, to let off some tension. Leo had ten blue bandanas, he won’t notice if
one was missing. And besides, Mikey needed the sensual perfume more the twice a
week, now. He couldn't wait laundry day. His longing was too great.
Wednesday afternoon, Mikey stayed in his bedroom with one of his Crognard comic
books. He had glued a picture very advantageous of his brother in blue on one
of the middle pages. If someone walked on him, he would seem to be reading. Ok,
his hand as a blur on his length, with the blue material tied to it, was a big
giveaway, but Mikey was the ruler of the Kingdom of “Notgivingafuck” about it.
After having cum on his prize, he hides it under his pillow. There was still
Leo’s scent on it and he will wait that it didn’t anymore before snatching
another one, the next laundry day.  The idea that, maybe soon, Leo would only
have jizzed-over’s bandanas and maybe, despite the washing, there would have
still Mikey’s faint scent on it, pleased him a lot.
But, when Wednesday night, Leo had come offering to play with him at Mario
Kart, with his most charming smile, Mikey's face had split with a big smile.
" Sure bro!"
And then, Mikey had a sweet moment. Leo's arm was so close to his that he
constantly brushed Mikey bicep in a teasing way. Of course, Leo didn’t mean to
be teasing, but it’s still warm Mikey’s blood. Leo was smiling and laughing and
himself again, and Mikey was so happy. Maybe Leo was over his personal issues
and now, was ready to take another step in his life. The step toward a shared
bedroom with the youngest.
But when Leo had offered to prepared him an ice cream bowl, Mikey had frowned.
" But I already had dessert. Usually, you don't want I eat twice dessert during
the weekdays. It's your rules," Mikey observed, rather suspicious.  Leo watched
his diet as a hawk usually. Okay, since two months, Leo had cut some slack on
him, but still, it was weird.
" Well, I saw you earlier, during your sparring match with Raphael. You gave
him a hard time. You'd gain some muscles lately, and you had taken your
training more seriously. So, you could have a treat." Leo declared with
eagerness.
Mikey felt butterflies in his belly. Leo had cut slack on him because he had
noticed that he was now fit. Not as bulky as Raph, but more muscular than the
leader. Mikey had couldn’t help himself. It was maybe another mating ritual
thing, but he had trained as crazy, not only to let off some steam but also by
the instinct of dominance. To win over Leo, he must be bigger than the one he
coveted. He was proud enough of his new body. He would never achieve to be as
alluring as Leo, more lean and gracious, but it wasn’t his goal. Pleased to see
that his beloved had watched him, he asked, flushed:
" Oh, you noticed that? I mean, my muscle?"
Leo had shrugged, squeezing his brother deltoid.:
" Of course, it's my job. So, do you want your treat?" he asked again, with the
grin of a generous big brother, ready to reward a spoiled brat.
Leo’s job. Leonardo didn’t find an appeal in Mikey. Only an improvement, like
an upgrade of the Battle Shell. To the leader, Mikey was only a member of his
squad, not even the more useful. It was Leo’s responsibility that his brother
was fit, to look better in a fight and to be more efficient.
" No, thank you." Mikey, replied, in cold tone, looking away.
Leo had left the living room, without another word, as if, having praising
Mikey and play with him, his duty was done, and Mikey bit his lips hard not to
scream in frustration.
Leo was again in the bathroom now. Recently he was there, in the Dojo or alone
in his bedroom all the times.
Raph was now there, next to him watching some stupid wrestling tag-team
championship or something.
“ Is Fearless busy somewhere?” Raph asked.
Mikey nodded, absentmindedly, staring at the TV, but not watching it.
“Good.”
Raph pulled out from the under of the couch a beer. As a secret birthday gift,
Don had made a cooler in the lower part of the couch when Leo was training in
South America. Raph could only drink two beers daily, and Leo was counting the
ones in the fridge. But, when Leo was busy, Raph could take on from the hidden
cooler. So Raphael kind of hoped that Leo won’t come out the time he can drink
at least one from his secret place.
He choked on it when a muffled yell came from the bathroom.
"Raph!"
The Hot head mumbled a “shit!” before yelling back:
" What do ya want, Fearless? I'm watching the match."
"Need help scrubbing my carapace."
Raph rolled his eyes:
“This motherfucker has a fucking gift to piss me off without even being there.
Must seeing through the walls or something…” he mumbled to Mikey before
shooting his refusal.
"Damn it! I'm kind of busy here. These fuckers are about to lose! Ask Mikey or
wait tomorrow, would ya?"
Raph made a grin to his youngest brother with a suggestive wink. Raphael was
sure to help him, sending Mikey there with a naked  Leo, wanting help to wash.
Yes, Mikey was still upset and mad, but it was sure something kinda exciting to
do, he could maybe manage to brush Leo’s bridge with a finger. He had already
tinkle Leo there when there were kids and Leo haad have a weird reaction to it
when Mikey did it. The leader must be very sensitive there. Maybe an erogenous
spot for him. Mikey was very willing to search and discover ALL these secret
spots on Leo.
“ Ya see? It for bullshit like that then I’m not into Fearless anymore. He is
kinda high maintenance ya know, and I don’t wanna fight with his bossy ass each
night to see who is gonna top!” Raph joked.
Mikey didn’t make a reply to this. He would never fight with Leo about this.
When they would be settled in a comfortable relationship, Mikey won’t mind
leaving Leo top sometimes. That don’t make Mikey less male doing so. Leo won’t
reproach him to top most of the time when Mikey was serving him all day long
and Leo was bossing around all his brothers. It was indeed fair.
Yes, the idea was promising. He will be alone with Leo, allowed to be close and
touch him all over. With an exhilarating quiver, he straightened up walking
toward the bathroom and opened the door without knocking.
Leo was back to the door, sitting on the edge of the tank used as a tub to
them. It was huge enough to the four of them could enter. But Leo was the only
one into the bath, and so, they used only the bath, for their shell cares. The
leader turned his head toward him and seemed a moment take aback.
“ Oh, Mikey? It’s very kind to you to help me out. I just want a quick
scrubbing on my shell. I just reminded that it’s been a while and I feel the
scutes of the ridge are ready to come off. And maybe just a quick polish you
know? I think I saw a glimpse of it in the mirror and it’ seems dull…” Leo
explained, slightly embarrassed.
Mikey came closer. Leo had lit on some candles and his green skin, wet, was
shining in the warm light. He was so breathtaking, so beautiful and
so...oblivious to it. Mikey cleared his throat, to sound casual.
“ It’s already glistening, bro, but I can give you a hand anyway,” he said, but
his voice was still dripping with wanton.
Mikey laid his hands on his brother's shoulders, kneading them tenderly.
"You're so tense, bro, this bath of yours was a good idea. Give me the scrub
brush, I will take great care of you." He whispered in a husky voice, sitting
behind his brother. Leo didn’t seem to notice the innuendo.
With slow and deep gestures, he accomplished his task. Then, he made the wax
penetrate, making circles, putting an eroticism apparent in each motion. He was
turning on himself doing so. Mikey’s hard-on was pressing painfully in his
plastron and his slit was open, now and if Leo turned his head he will see it.
But nothing seemed to be able to get Leo out of his reverie. So, he got bolder,
brushing his lips near Leo’s ear, his finger up and down Leo’s arm, scratching
lightly his plastron on Leo’s shell. The noise only made him almost drop down,
his cock dripping with pre-cum. Leo's skin was so soft and he was so enticing
in the candlelight. 
“ You smell good, Leo. And you look good, too,” he whispered in a huskier
voice.
Leonardo didn’t answer right way, and Mikey hoped that his compliment had made
its effect, but Leo, in a blank voice asked to him if Mikey has finished.
The orange-clad turtle fought the urge to turn Leo toward him and kiss him
forcefully to make him get out of his trance and deals with reality.
“ Yeah. You’re shining now, as brand-new steel.” Mikey deadpanned.
This praise seemed to be heard by the leader, now smiling.
“ Well, thank you, Mikey. I feel better.”
Go figure that when Mikey was talking about katanas, Leo would be more
receptive. Why was he in love with this jerk, already?
The answer came when Leo raised to wipe himself with his towel, bending in
front of Mikey with this damn as sexy as hell tail, who was saying hello to
Mikey in the most enticing way ever, almost vibrating to beckon him to come
closer and nip at it.
He was still staring at it, the brush purposely on his lap when Leo was about
to get out. The leader was beaming now, and Mikey wondered if Leo has a thing
for the blades at this point? He kind of hoped that not in the bedroom. Mikey
liked it rough, he was quite a sure about it, but not in a cruel way. He wasn’t
twisted!
“ Thank again, Mikey. You’re the best!” Leo said, before getting out and when
Mikey came back to his sense, he got out too, following his brother. Leonardo
has been beaming and grateful and had also said that he felt better. Was it
maybe the good timing? He had just given a hand to Leo, maybe he could ask
something in return, like maybe a rubbing or…
Leo wasn’t in the living room. But Raph was still there and over his quotas of
two beers, obviously.
“ Have you see Leo?”
“ Fearless has said he calls it a night. Seemed eager to sleep you know.”
Mikey frowned. Yesterday Leo seemed eager to sleep, too. Did his brother was
thinking again to sneak out the lair to jerk off? But why when Mikey was there?
So apparently willing to care of it for him? But maybe it wasn’t too late to
make Leo change his mind. He went upstairs and knocked on the door.
“I’m sleeping,” Leo replied, without even opening the door.
“But, Leo…I need something…” Mikey begin, restraining himself to not answer:
“Sleeping my ass!”
“Well, I’m sure you could wait until tomorrow morning Mikey. Good night.”
Through the door, Mikey felt the hint of keenness in his brother. He knew Leo
for all his life and wasn’t fooled at all. Attacking from the front was
pointless.
Displeased, and it was an understatement, he went back to the main floor and,
for once, he was lucky. Donnie was there scolding at Raph.
“ I will unplug this if you’re not more cautious. If you have a hangover
tomorrow morning, Leo would know that we helped you out fooling him. You know
how he is in this case. He got really mad! And you, me and Mikey would be
grounded like for at least a decade.”
It was indeed true. When Raph and Donnie had their smoking phase, each of them
was covering the others. This trick had lasted a week, and when Leo had known
it, he had been worse than furious, and Raph had even said he would have
preferred to be discovered by Splinter and receive the kendo stick strike, that
Leo's punishment and cold treatment for three months straight, after.
So when they were busy to talk about how Leo was a bossy asshole (Mikey was
enough agreed with the asshole part) and a mother hen, Mikey sneak again in the
lab, taking another wake-up pill.
Leo wasn’t sleeping and he won’t either. He had so better to do; watch his
turf.
 
***** Needing/getting *****
Chapter Notes
     The second-half of Chapter 3 from Creep, by Mikey.
This night, Leo didn’t sneak off. Thursday night and Friday night, neither.
Mikey checked his brother presence in his bed, each night. Each night, he took
this as an opportunity to stare at his brother sleeping. Well, he couldn’t
really see Leo in his pitch-black room, but still, he heard him breathe and
could smell his scent. Leo’s scent was so enticing. The temptation to touch was
great, but he managed to resist it. If he were cautious, soon this room would
be his, too. Would be theirs and he would inhale this scent from their pillow.
Mikey just needed to play the good cards. Already, he could tell now that he
has been jealous of nothing at all. Leo was tucked in his bed and was sleeping
innocently. So, hopefully, he didn’t throw a too big fit about this walk on the
topside. An irrelevant jealousy tantrum could have been fatal to his future
love relationship with the leader.
Mikey could have been relieved about that, but if Leo was peaceful in his
sleep, the daytime was another story. Leo’s behavior wasn’t comforting as his
sleep.
There was Saturday afternoon, and Leo has been moody for now three days
straight. The leader wasn’t himself at the point to lose against Donnie and
him, in the Dojo. Master Splinter couldn’t stand that his precious and gifted
son was now clumsy as a Michelangelo and he pretexted the overtraining of
Leonardo as the reason for his failure. Then, their Sensei had forbidden to Leo
train more than the morning practice. Leo had been mad, Mikey could tell, and
he was now, gloomy, all stiff on the couch,
It was indeed true. The tiresome routine of the Fearless Leader was insane. 
The three-last morning, the leader had wake-up, 45 minutes earlier, to made
race laps, before doing his usual morning training. When Mikey was cooking
breakfast, Leo had already more trained than the youngest would be during all
his day.
And, in the afternoon, Leo had substituted his one hour of Space Heroes by one
hour of kickboxing. This was strange because it was another Raph’s thing. Punch
a dummy wasn’t the Fearless’s leader way. Also, Space Hero was the last guilty
pleasure of the leader. Why abandon it? His day seemed already dull enough like
that. Anyway, Master Splinter has decreed that Leonardo couldn’t add kickboxing
to his schedule and Mikey had wondered is the real reason wasn’t that it was
too Westerner to the Sensei's liking. Maybe he won’t had been so severe if Leo
had practiced Muy-Thai.
Donatello had asked Leonardo what was all about and Leo had replied with a pout
that he wasn’t in enough good shape and that Master Splinter wasn’t helping
him, prevent him from training to be fit.
When Donnie had told to Raph and Mikey, the Saturday afternoon,  both of them
had frowned.
“What is it fucking means? Fearless didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He had
the stamina an a decathlon athlete! He had a flawless body! He had the health,
too! What this motherfucker wants more than that?” the hot head yelled.
Raphael was clearly upset and what showing it by anger. Mikey couldn’t blame
him. Leo’s late behavior was disturbing.
“I think that Leo has self-esteem issues,” Donnie explained softly.” He didn’t
think that he is worthy or attractive., so…”
Mikey spilled his milk, choking. Leo, unattractive? How could he think that
looking the way he was? How many time, he had risked his life, staring at Leo’s
ass and tail, while jumping from roofs to roofs? Mikey just wanted to show Leo
how the elder was affecting him. Maybe he should do that. Tell Leo the truth.
Maybe it was what Leo needed to be happy. He could relate. His loneliness was
crushing his soul. Okay, Mikey wasn’t alone at all, with Raph and Don, always
there, with Master Splinter. But it wasn’t the kind of relationship Mikey
wanted. He needed a mate, a lover. Someone he could talk to, about a silly
thing like his last dream, or could go on dates. Someone, he could please in a
peculiar way, making special meals and giving surprise present. Someone he can
touch and give affection in the way he feels it. A center in his life, a
purpose. And he wanted to be as important for someone else.
“And I think he suffers from mild depression, perhaps.” Donatello continued.
Maybe Leo was desperate, looking for the same thing than Mikey and he didn’t
have yet think about finding it among his sibling.
Raph was still protesting that Fearless needed to be talked at. Mikey knew what
that means. Raph wanted to reason Leo with his fists. He shook his head.
“I will. “
Donnie nodded his approbation. Mikey was more likely to have a good result. Leo
was a fly to catch with honey.
“Tonight, we can’t patrol because of a rainstorm. We can maybe use this moment
to watch a movie together. We must find one that Leo could enjoy, and maybe
after, if he is relaxed enough, you could talk to him, Mikey.”
Raph had mumbled that he disliked being not straightforward, but Donnie had
shushed him.
“You ’re a brute. Go read next to Leo, but don’t push him.  Maybe Leo would
feel for a chat or maybe not. Anyway, I will talk to him about the patrol and
suggest the movie night. Mikey stays there. Leo must not feel surrounded. ”
Mikey stayed in the kitchen, nervous as Donatello told him so. His beloved
brother was depressed, with self-loathe issues and he was tormented.  The idea
that his brother wasn’t happy was hurtful. He hoped that what he could offer
will be enough to change that. Before affronting Leo, he must be prepared. It
was important. He didn’t want to spoil his opportunity. He could afford to
fuck-it up. It was his only shot, and it must be bullseyes one.
He listened to the conversation in the living room. Don’s voice was raising.
" Leo! Calm down; it's only me! You're jumpy, lately!" I just wanted to talk to
you, about the patrol, tonight."
"The patrol, yes. What about patrol?" Leo asked, like confused.
" We must postpone it until tomorrow night. "
Donatello didn't have to explain the reason that Leo was yelling:
"No! We don't patrol the Sunday. It's the rule."
Donatello seemed flabbergasted by the reply.
" What are you talking about? There no "rules" as you said! We're not Christian
people to be forced to rest on Sunday."
"I'm the leader, and I said not patrol the Sunday!" Leo snapped in such
aggressive manner that this overreaction almost dragged Mikey out of the
kitchen. Leo wasn’t fine. Donnie seemed to share his concern:
"Tell me, Leo. What is all about? You didn't even wait to hear my explanation.
I have excellent reason to suggest you to doing so. Look."
Donnie took the remote to switch the channel, leaving it on the weather on.
" You see, tonight, they expect a rainstorm with low temperature," Donatello
explained. " Only 49 degrees and moreover in a rainstorm, even the worst
criminals won't show off this night. Did I have to remind you we're cold-
blooded? Master Splinter forbade us to patrol now when the temperature is so
cold since YOU come from it half-dead."
Leo argued back:
" First, Master Splinter forbade us to patrol lower than 42 degrees only,
and..."
"Why are ya doing a big deal over this? Brainiac said we shouldn't. It's not
like ya to argue about health stuff with the scientist." Raph asked, and Mikey
was amazed to see that Raph had managed to stay calm. He was now probably
worried, too.
Leo turned around to meet the suspicious green gaze.
"You don't want to, either? Fine! We don't go!" Leo yelled, so upset, as he was
losing it. Before being interrogated again, he stormed off the living room.
Upset, Don and Raph came back in the kitchen.
“There definitely something up with old Fearless! “ Raph commented, distressed
and Mikey understand how bad it was. “What you can do, Brainiac?
Donnie seemed as well concerned, taking a thoughtful expression.
“Leo is pretty stubborn. He never asks for help, and he would pretend is fine,
if we ask him about it and close to us if we corner him. We must show that we
are there for him and we love him, whatever he thinks. But we must leave him
his space, too.”
Raoh looked at Mikey and make a wink and the youngest blushed. Yes, maybe it
was the right, but still, it was nervous. Leo was so edgy that he wasn’t sure
how the leader would react to his love confession.
” And then if it wasn’t enough, maybe pills and therapy….But Leo won’t allow it
at first. He would feel it as a weakness statement. ” Don, continued a frown on
his face, probably trying to find a way to make Leo surrender. “ But we must
force him to consider it. I just need to figure how, before it becomes too
late” he added, darkened.
Mikey was agreed with the genius. Even if Leo needed it, it would refuse the
pill. Even when his arm has been almost torn off, he never wanted to take a
painkiller. Someone must think that Mikey, crybaby, and Raph so aggressive were
the worst patient ever for Donatello. But the truth was that none of them was
that much a pain in the ass as Leo was.
When Leo had almost died, he had survived only because it was out of the time
out of it. Conscious, the leader would have refused many cares and meds. Mikey
squeezed his hands together, distraught. If Don was thinking so far than pills
and therapy about Leo, knowing that it would bring a fight, it was because Leo
was in deep. He must grow himself a pair and make a real move. Before it was
too late…But what Donnie wanted to means with these cryptic words? Leo wasn't
about to…
“ I’m almost sure he maybe…hurt himself, you know. People with self-esteem
issues sometimes cut themselves or made the thing not healthy at all, like
overtraining…and Leo always has his katana on him…Maybe we should…”
“ No, I’m sure he is not!” Mikey interfered. “ I never see a scar on him!”
Mikey knew that if Leo’s sword were confiscated, it was the beginning of the
end. Leo would make an epic fit. And, besides, it was true. He watched Leo all
day long. He never had a wound on him, and he knows for a sure fact that Leo’s
bedsheet was clean.  Don was overreacting.
He turned to his oven. The salmon was probably ready. Leo’s loved salmon. It
was the only meat he eats, and Mikey wanted to please him.
At the same moment, Raph’s voice raised in a stupor.
" Okay, Fearless what is all about? Do you suffer some bipolar shit? Ten
minutes ago, you were moody as fuck, and now, you're beaming!"
Michelangelo turned around from his oven Leo had such a blissful expression
that he could relate that Raph was stunned. It was, indeed, pretty shocking
that the guy they were talking about confiscating sharp object, three minutes
ago, was now all smiling.
" You find an argument about why Sunday should be a holy day for us? Or do you
find a way to convince Sensei to let us patrolling despite the storm?"
Donatello asked, dubious.
Leo shrugged:
" Oh no! I just realize you were right, Donnie. We will patrol tomorrow. I’m
sorry about me having overreacting" he said, in a detached tone, and with a
honeyed smile. But Leo’s eyes were twitching, and all of the other brothers
knew that the leader was hidden the truth from them.
Donnie shook his head.
“Leo, you must talk to us. What happens to you? I mean your kind of cranky
these days and you seem lost in your own world. We worry a lot about you.
“Donnie pressed in a soft and caring tone.
 “Yeah, I mean ya worst than me, and that’s something. If ya were a chick, I
would say you PSM or something…Do ya have one of those phases who required to
ya to go find some peace of mind in another country?” Raph asked.
Now Leo was riled up, and Mikey grunted his teeth. His brothers were such a
pathetic psychologist. Leo can’t be taken by the front.
“I’m not PSM! How you could say that when we bear this bad temper of yours
since near two decades?” Leo sneered at the Hot Head, and Mikey decided to step
in the den.
“Leo only needs a good sleep, that’s it. He is tired and nervous. As well as we
are”
“Your Leo didn’t need to be fussed over by a fanboy. He needs to face his
problems, once and for all.” Raph snapped.
Leo didn’t answer and turned his attention toward the cook.
“Mikey, did you need help with the dinner?” Leo asked with a false nonchalant
and Mikey decided to face his problem. He needed to talk to Leo, alone, now.
“Never you would touch my holy oven. Why don’t you go rest a bit? I would bring
you the dinner.”
Leo seemed grateful for this suggestion. Smiling, he exited the kitchen under
the suspicious looks of his brothers. Raph took him by the arm, to whisper in
his ear, while Donnie was busy on his computer, probably trying to find a cure
for Leo’s illness.
“Are you gonna make a move or what?”
“Yeah” he whispered too. “But I’m nervous as hell. Leo is a wild stallion
lately, and I fear to be toss.”
“Just picture in your mind about how it would be so damn hot to ride his ass
later. Better it’s the challenge, tastier is the reward. “Raph emphasized.
Mikey raised an eye ridge.
“I didn’t know you have so much wisdom in you, dude.”
Raph slapped his shoulder.
“You’re welcome, bro. Put him down his high horse. Maybe a good pounding it the
only thing he needs.”
Mikey finished to made Leo’s plate, smiling. Perhaps, it was indeed the good
moment.
He entered Leo’s room with the meal trail but frowned. Leo was laying down on
his bed, like a starfish. It could have been great, but Mikey wasn’t sure what
to think about Leo’s morose expression. And he couldn’t afford any misstep. He
decided to be cautious and showing to Leo that their concern was legitimate.
 “Don’t be mad at them, they spoke this way because they care about you. I do
too.” He spoke, in a soft voice.
Leo smiled
“I know, little bro, and thank to didn't tell…You know about me going out the
night.”
Mikey was startled that Leo was bringing it up. His brother didn’t have sneaked
out since the last time, and Mikey had almost forgotten about this fact, too
busy to worrying and lusting since the morning.  Mikey didn’t know how to
broach the subject. He must be direct, but not that much, too. He tried to
sound serious when he blurted the first thing that came into his mind.
“I love you pretty much, Leo. You should know that. I won’t betray you except
if you’re doing something endangering yourself.”
Leo reached out to take his little brother in a hug. He kissed his cheek in
thanks and smiled: "I love you too Mikey, and I will never betray you either."
The nerve took Mikey. It wasn’t the direction he wanted to take. Leo was
talking about brotherly love, and he didn’t know how to explain to the leader
that Leo had mistaken his declaration. He was feeling so good in his arm, but
still, it wasn’t the kind of cuddle he wanted. Being so close to Leo and yet,
so far, was heartbreaking.
The leader pulled back to look at him:
“Why are you crying?” he asked, in a real concern and Mikey realized it was
right. All the stress and the energy that his self-restraint had asked him
affected him now too much. He was breaking down.
Mikey whipped his tears.
“I don’t know. I’m tired. I don’t sleep well either. I admit I wake up every
night to see if you’re in your bed since I caught you.”
Maybe Leo would ask him why he was so concerned. Mikey hoped so. He wasn’t sure
to be able to hold on and was afraid to put it so awkwardly that Leo would be
freaked out.
Leo nuzzled his cheek in a tender gesture, and Mikey melted.
“Well, don’t bother doing so this night, Mikey. You heard Donnie. There a
rainstorm expected. It already raining now. So, only people out of their mind
would go out” he explained with a serious smile.
Mikey was now relieved. Leo seemed not so in a bad mood. He has been
affectionate, and even if he didn’t have made his point across, he had told Leo
that he loved him. It was a beginning.
But Leo needed some space, maybe, as Donnie had advised and then, Mikey left
the leader alone.
Raph, when he went back to the kitchen throw him a questioning glance.
“Soon” Mikey mouthed.
But soon, his optimist receive a fatal blow. Leo didn’t want to watch the movie
with them, while Mikey had already prepared a good place next to him, calling
dibs for the softest blanket of the lair, to entice Leo to sit with him. Donnie
had even chosen “The Last Samurai” movie to please the leader. But all of this
was in vain.
Leo had a headache or was tired, or just felt for reading but, mostly, needed
to be alone. The three of them had kept insisting until Donatello yielded.
“We are better not to upset him, insisting” and so, mad by disappointment,
Mikey had dropped the case. Again. But Donnie was the genius. Probably that had
a better judgment than him on Leo's mental health condition. 
Later, they hear Leo take a shower. It wasn’t usual to him at this time, but
they try to pay no mind, Donnie had warned them to not cornered Leo. But it was
easy to tell: Don was pretty worried. Mikey, with the vivid imagination of his,
was picturing a kaleidoscope of images of Leo, sitting on the toilet, cutting
his wrist and hiding the scar under his wristband. He had told Donnie that Leo
wasn’t hurting himself, but the truth was that even if Mikey was stalking his
eldest brother, he couldn’t have a close-up of a lot of places, like Leo’s
wrist,
Raph looked as if was thinking the same thing, taking a swing of beer with a
worried sigh,
But, after a moment, inaction drove Raph crazy.
“ I must go piss,” he said, and before something tried to stop him, he gets up
and walked with great strides to the bathroom and barged on the door.
“Fearless, ya took your sweet time in there! I must go piss, now! Get out!”
Leo yelled him to wait a minute, but not very clearly.
“Damn it, Leo, you in there for almost one hour! You turned off the shower a
while ago! What do you fucking do? Shave your ass?” Raph bellowed, but with a
hint of anguish.
Then, Donnie get up to, in a hurry, commanding Mikey to stay in the living
room, and now stiff, Mikey nodded. He knew perfectly why Donnie didn’t want
that he followed them. Donnie wanted to spare Mikey’s feeling if there is
blood. Even if he wasn’t a kid anymore, and wanted more than anything to be
close to his beloved in this time of needs, he obeyed.
He heard Donnie speak in a worried tone; not beating around the bush, anymore,
too anxious.
“Leo, are you hurting yourself?”
With relief, Mikey heard Leo’s stunned reply, after that he had opened the
door.
“Are you crazy, Donnie? Why would I do such a foolish thing?”
Then, Donnie’s voice expressed disbelief:
“Leo? Are you rubbing yourself with April’s cream?”
It was too much, and curiosity and need took over, and  Michelangelo came over
to see what this what about. The peppermint smell was impossible to ignore and
Raph was now openly laughing, probably a side effect of all his anxieties
“Yes! He does! Do you doll up for a chick, Fearless?”
Leo flushed in anger, and something ugly flared in Mikey.
“My skin itches the night. That prevented me from sleeping.”
At this, Mikey's head snapped toward his genius brother. It is was
possible?Donatello seemed thoughtful, so it was maybe true.
“If so, Leo, you should tell me. There is nothing to be ashamed about. I would
make a better cream than this one for you.”
But Leo didn’t look very grateful for Donnie’s suggestion and, tear misted his
gorgeous blue steel eyes.
“Please. I just need my space.” Leo said slowly, looking down.
Donatello pulled Raph toward him in a harsh gesture to prevent the hot head to
insist, while Mikey was frozen while the leader passes him. Leo never cry.  He
tried to take the leader by the arm, to prevent him to locked-up again in his
room, but Donnie gave him a hard glare.
“Of course, Leo. We leave you,” and then, he pushed his others siblings toward
the living room, not listening to Raph still protesting that he wanted to pee.
Mikey got to bed early, without sneaking in Don’s lab. Leo won’t go out with
the storm. Mikey could sleep. But it was easier to say than actually sleep.
What Raph had said was just rolling in his mind non stop: “You doll up for a
chick, Fearless?”
Mikey didn’t believe a bit Leo’s bullshit about his skin itching. Sometimes, he
stayed almost one hour in the black room, watching Leonardo in his sleep. Never
he had seen le leader scratching or even uncomfortable. Leo was sleeping as
still as a dead. It was almost unnerving. But why then the leader would have to
lie?
After a while, an idea strikes Mikey. If Leo had told the truth, maybe he won’t
be reluctant to a little midnight’s rubbing. He could go take April’s oatmeal
cream in the bathroom to relieve Leo.
Because Mikey was itchy, too and yes, he would surely appreciate rubbing some
fluid over them. It would be so good, to stroke these enticing greens scales
and he was done being coward.
Suddenly taken by a strong impulse, he got up to walk discreetly toward the
bathroom and then, he grabs the cream. He decided to not plan and to be
straightforward for once. Planning and waiting were Leo’s way, not his and all
of this were slowly driving him insane.
The leader could kick his sorry ass if he wanted to, but Mikey was sick to hide
his desire and feeling. Leo aware of them, they could move somewhere from
there. Leo had almost cried in front of them, and he was very upset about this.
Leo was a rock. He was sick to see his beloved brother so sad and always
lonely. Leonardo needed some loving and, as Raph had said being pounded into,
maybe.
Resolute, but silent, he opened the door of the eldest bedroom and crept toward
the bed, not wanting to wake-up the leader too brutally. Shaking, he held out
his hand to gently caress the sleeping tortoise, when suddenly his hand only
met with emptiness. Heart pounding, he turned on the ceiling light: Leo wasn’t
in his room.
Leo could not be in the bathroom. Mikey just came back from there. Is it
possible that the leader was in the kitchen, maybe to have some water? He
rushed to the kitchen, hoping that his brother would be there. But, Leo wasn’t
there either, and after a quick turn of the other possibilities, he had to
admit the evidence; Leo was out, topside again! But the leader knew that a
storm was raging! Donnie had been worried about it all night, and Leo himself
admitted that only someone out of his mind could come out in such weather! He
cursed his naiveté. He should not have let down his guard! It had been foolish
to believe Leo cured of his nocturnal excursions because he had not been out
for a few days! But why, why did the leader feel the need to go to the surface?
Don said it was for jerk off, but suddenly, Raph's words took  a more serious
level:
“You doll up for a chick, Fearless?”
If Leo had a female lover, somewhere that he met while Mikey like a dumbass was
waiting for him?
He tried to calm down again, telling himself that it wasn’t possible. Despite
his urge to rush and chase down his brother in the city, he couldn’t. He didn’t
give a damn about the rainstorm, but he didn’t have a clue about where Leo
could be.
His heart pounding and his eyes misted with tears of rage, he decided to wait
for his brother's return, on the couch.
Anxious, trying not to think too hard, he watched the time passing on his t-
phone. Fives minutes were so long, and the wait was driving him crazy. He was
past 3h:30, and despite his anguish, Mikey's eyes were closed when he heard his
brother’s step.
Mikey waited until Leo was near enough to hear him without he had to raise his
voice:
"Only people out of their mind, huh?" Michelangelo asked, turning on the light,
his voice filled with anger but when he saw Leo, his fury fell. Leo was so
miserable, eyes wide, drenched, his teeth chattering, as frozen on his track as
a deer on the highway.
 "I got you a towel, I'll make you tea." The youngest brought the eldest into
the kitchen, and Mikey wrapped Leo’s shell in a towel with care,. As the tea
boiled, the silence was broken only by Leo's clicking teeth, Mikey spoke," You
know, you don’t need to go out and spy on girls to jerk off. Yeah, Donnie told
me about your " intimates issues," as you said. But, you know, you don't have
to sneak out, there what you need here in the lair…I mean there is porn site
for this, dude if you need the inspiration to beat off” Mikey clarified,
slightly embarrassed. And then, he chastised himself. Tonight was supposed to
be the night that he came out of the closet, as he can call it! Why was he so
shy and nervous, all of sudden?
Leo flushed but didn’t answer but had a cute smile in front of his mug.
“Here's your tea, bro,” Mikey said, stirred by how fragile Leo looked right
now. The leader reached out to drink the hot brewage and then Mikey spotted the
inside of Leo’s wrist. His heart just dropped, as did his smile. Leo followed
his glance and in a quick move, tried to hide his arm. Mikey prevented him from
doing so, very afraid that maybe Donnie was right. Leo was harming himself.
 “What happens to your wrist?” Mikey asked, concerned, snatching Leo’s arm, in
a hurry, and to kiss-goodbye, all Leo's suffering. 
There was a mark, indeed, but Mikey was enough an experimented ninja to see
that he was rope mark and not made with a razor blade. Shocked, not
understanding what that could possibly mean, he urged of questions the eldest.
What happened,” Mikey asked, upset. “did someone attack you?” It was very
unlikely. Leo was too a great warrior to be caught like this. If Leo had been
tied up, it must have been because the leader was willing to be.  In an
instant, he pictured how hot Leo must look tied up. It wasn’t the first time
that he had been haunted by this particular fantasy. Leo, as great a ninja he
was, couldn’t bind himself.
Jealousy flared up in Mikey. He lowered his head to sniff Leo, and the
realization hit him like a semi.
 “I can tell you've had sex. You're giving off too many pheromones. You…you're
not jerking off while peeping in windows …I smell someone else. You met
someone!” Mikey’s voice was rising, and Leo tried to shut him up with his hand.
“Shush Mikey! Let me explain.” the leader begged
But Mikey was far too upset. Leo had met someone. Leo had sex with an unknown
rival, and his world was crumbling.
“Why are you doing this? Risking your life, meeting a stranger in the dark?
Accepting being tied up? You know what, I swore I wouldn't tell on you about
sneaking around, but if this wasn’t dangerous!”
Rage, resentment, and jealousy filled Mikey’s veins. A part of him knew it was
cheap and childish to threaten to report Leo to Splinter, but he couldn't care
less.  Leo had risked his life in the storm, disobeyed their Sensei, and agreed
to submit. He must be IN LOVE! With SOMEONE ELSE! It was so painful that Mikey
couldn’t hide it.
“Shut up Mikey! Mind your own love life and don’t meddle in mine!” Leo growled.
The angry comment took the damn cake.
Wounded, as painfully as if he had been stabbed, trembling from head to foot
with an aching rage, he spat harshly:
 “That's exactly what I’m doing right now. Minding my love life.”
He didn’t care how Leo would react, he was too hurt. But Mikey didn’t expect
the stunned exclamation from Leo.
“You are the brother she keeps talking about!” he exclaimed.
She. There it was. There was someone else. Leo had just confessed it.
Mikey turned his back, trying to at least save face, and walked in fast strides
toward his bedroom to hide his sorrow.
“I don’t even want to know who she is!” he yelled, before slamming the door.
***** Basket Case *****
Chapter Notes
     No beta. This chapter goes with Chapter 4 of Creep.
Mikey collapsed on his bed, tears running down his round cheeks, now that he
was free to cry his pain: Leo had someone. Leo had a girl in his life and to
act senselessly as he did, a girl that he loves..
A girl that Leo loves as Mikey loved Leo.
Loved, because he can’t love him anymore and let along harboring fantasies
about his big brother.  There no hope left to have the original model soon.
Leo was taken.
He smashed his fist in despair and frustration in his pillow many times. He had
kind of hoped that Leo would have followed him, knock on his bedroom door and
ask about Mikey’s feeling. Then, chose him over the outsider girl, knowing that
Mikey had the hots for him. But, Mikey wasn’t in a Disney movie, and so, nobody
knocked at his door. Leo was so much disgusted by him, that the leader didn’t
even bother to see if Mikey was alright after learning that the guy he loved
for so long, was falling for a stranger. Or, Leo simply didn’t give a damn.
And so, he crushed his pillow again under his angry fist.
The rest of the night was hellish but, when the morning came, Mikey wasn’t
relieved at all. Exhausted after having cried all night long, he was now forced
to interact with the one that had broken his heart. And he knows so well
Leonardo. The leader won’t let live it down until he knows the bottom of the
story.  He wasn’t feeling at all to bear an interrogatory by the Fearless
Leader after such a night and a heartache. But he wasn’t a lucky human, free to
get the fuck out and never come back. He was condemned to live with Leonardo
all his life and witness Leo come back from his escapade, smelling sex and
women perfume, with a dork smile.
Just the thought of it makes Mikey want to gag.
He heard the cupboard and then, the tap water running, and he knows that it was
indeed Leo who was up. Just to make his life more a hell, he had to be so in
love with the damn turtle that was the longest awaken. How convenient!
He was a moment tempted to fake a stomach ache to stay hidden in his room, but
he knew that to have Donatello on his back, in addition to Leonardo, won’t be
better. So, as well confront him as soon as possible, because anyway, there was
no exit for him.
But if he was supposed to live with Leo, he could keep the interaction at the
minimum, and so giving this time for real the silence treatment and ignore him.
Then, he reminded the damn practice where he was supposed to spar with
Leonardo.
He couldn’t be so close to the leader, weapon in hands. He could beat the shit
out of him, or at least, trying to. But he could also clinch the beloved body
and cry his soul out. Or either possible way, fucking him senseless on the Dojo
floor.
Mikey was a mess and it would be a disaster waiting to happen,
Before going out of his room, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was
obvious that he had cried his heart out. His eyes, swollen and red was a big
give away. He looked as dreadful as a zombie. He won’t be able to pretend that
he was fine. But, anyway, Leo knew about him and his feelings and didn’t give a
damn. Because, if he cared, he would have come to see Mikey and comfort him, at
least. But no! The mighty leader was too in a rush to jerk off thinking again
about his sweetheart!
He left his room, decided to face it, since he had no other options, and
entered the kitchen, without a glance at Leonardo, obviously ignoring him. It
wasn’t even to give him a lesson. It was for his own sake. Mikey would lose it
if he looks at Leo and sees his damn poker
face again. He would curl up on the floor and cry, waiting for the death to
have pity of his misery.
Because he knows that he was still so stupidly in love with him. And he hated
himself for this weakness.
Harshly, he opened the cabinet, searching for his cereal box. Choco boom now
would do him some good. He knows that he acted like a child,  binge eating
sweet when he was upset, but it was his only comfort because obviously, Leo
didn’t seem about to give him a hug.
Then, the voice, so enticing, spoke:
"Mikey, I need to talk to you."
 Mikey winced. Not damn already! He wasn’t ready to deal with this shit so
soon. Getting out of his bedroom has been a bad idea. Mikey acted as if he
didn't hear him, opening now the fridge to take out the milk. Please, just drop
it, Leonardo, he thinks. Just drop it or kiss me.
Leo didn’t get the message.
" I get that you' re upset because you believe I put myself at risk. I assure
you it's the case at all. I'm cautious." the leader explained in an even voice.
Mikey was dumbfounded. Was Leo messing with him?Did he really think that was
Mikey main concern? Of course, he was worried, but he knew Leo an efficient and
sensible ninja. He thrust too much Leo’s capacity to be worrying to the point
of being that upset over this.
"I'm sorry for the night you spend waiting for me. You've must be very worried,
but I assure you, I handle the situation."
Mikey slammed the fridge door so hard that Leo grows angry. How Leo, after what
Mikey had said, could so misunderstand the situation? Leo, obviously, was
willingly blind. Did he only listen to him, last night?
“I said I’m sorry! Why do you make such a big deal of it!  I can defend myself,
and if I’m the leader, it's because Master Splinter trusts my decision.”
Mikey was about to lose it and scream all his frustration, when, Raph made his
appearance:
“Fearless, again with your identity crisis? We fucking know that you’re the
damn leader. Stop yelling about it every now and then. I would never kiss your
ass, anyway even if Master Splinter act as it is made of pure gold. Ask Fanboy.
He likes licked it!” Raph said, grabbing the milk carton from Mikey’s hand
giving to his youngest brother a wink.
Mikey felt his feature twisting. Raph was maybe trying to do him a favor and
put in a good word for him , but it was the worst moment ever. Raphael will
know soon enough that Leo didn't love Mikey back and he didn’t need pity from
the hot head. Mikey was miserable enough like this, thank you very much!
Even Raph, after having drunk from the carton, feel the chilly atmosphere. He
lifted an eye ridge, looking at the coldness coming from Mikey and the unease
posture of Leo.
He didn't comment right away.
" I think Donnie would sleep in. Science guy must have a rough night, checking
non-stop at all the security tech to avoid the lair being flooded. Hey, cook
boy, what is on the chief’s menu today for breakfast?"
Raph was rarely so chatty before 7:00 AM, but he looked as if he wanted to warm
the atmosphere. But he was a poor attempt. Mikey wasn’t feeling to act normal,
and even less being obliging doing breakfast for his sibling when his heart was
shattered like this. Leo had a light of hope in his eyes and the youngest
suddenly remind that Leo couldn’t cook an egg. The leader was counting on him
to full his stomach, having spent so much energy fucking stranger.
Mikey slammed his cereal bowl on the table, to the point to break it.
"Shove your breakfast in your ass! I'm done being the damn cook slave!" he
snapped.
He saw, the shock in the two eldest eyes with malicious satisfaction. Compliant
Mikey was game over. Don’t-give-a-shit Mikey was all over the place. He wasn’t
even happy about his personality change, but he was far too unhappy to act
otherwise.
He wondered if Leo would dare lecture him about his language. Leo couldn’t care
about feeling but he can’t stand curse. But it was Donnie who replies, in a
sulky tone, as he always had before his coffee.
" Don't do it then, but shut up!" he shrugged, walking a zombie pace toward his
brewing coffee machine. " Anyway, the only one would be punished by that, it's
Leo. Raph and I could cook as well as you."
Maybe Donnie thought that would make Mikey speak and do otherwise, but the
genius was greatly mistaken if he thought so.  Mikey can’t handle a plate to
Leo this morning, except maybe to smash it.
"I know that. He could starve. I don't give a shit!" he snarled.
A bomb in the lair would have seized less Donnie and Raph. The two turtles have
two different ways to cope with the unexpected. Raphael grew angry:
" You see, Leo? You had passed your shitty mood to the kid!" he growled.
Donnie became concerned:
"What is all about, Mikey?” the genius asked, not with care. “You may have a
temporary grudge against Leo for some reason but, he is still your brother and
leader. You couldn't mean what you just said," he stated in the same soft voice
he took when Mikey had a concussion.
Leo stayed silent, his features a mask, hiding his feelings as usual. Mikey
hated this controlled expression so much. It spoiled Leo’s gorgeous face. Those
lips weren’t meant to frown. Leo was so stunning when he was relaxed and happy.
It was even more precious because it was so rare to see a smile on the leader's
face. It was a shame not to see that gracious smile more. When Leo was
laughing, his eyes shined in a way that churned Mikey’s insides.  But why he
was thinking about that handsome face? He was mad at the bastard! Why in the
hell could he never stay angry?
He kept his mouth shut, eating his cereals, refusing to look up from it. Maybe
if he didn’t talk at all, Raphael and Donatello would get annoyed enough to
drop it. And he hoped that Leo was clever enough to keep it shut. He didn’t
feel for a public breakdown and he was already so close to it.
"Good morning my son."
The arrival of Master Splinter in the kitchen broke the circle of thought of
Mikey. He didn’t greet his father, not trusting his voice not to crack.
"Leonardo, you don't seem well. I don't understand. The last days must have
been beneficial to you. No patrol, less training. But you look pale and
exhausted."
There, it was evident: even if Mikey was the one apparently in pain, Leo has
the paternal attention on him. Leo, the happy Casanova, didn’t seem well.
Disgusted, Mikey raised up to put his bowl in the sink without a word. He
didn’t even want to look at Leo to see if it was true that the leader seemed
not fine.
Raph was about to lose it because he spoke, trying again to be funny,  to
alleviate the heavy tension that prevailed in the kitchen.
" Master, Mikey is on strike. Donnie will make the breakfast for you."
The genius protested, his mouth full of peanut butter toast.:
"Why me? Why not you? I didn't even breakfast because I'm too busy! You're the
one eating all these egg and bacon. Do it!"
Splinter rise his hand to have the silence.
" Leonardo, did you have eaten?" Seeing his son slowly shook his head, the rat
decided;
"We'll make breakfast together, then. I would show you how..."
"Again?" Raph asked with disbelief.
"There was a long time since I assisted your brother in the kitchen," Splinter
replied, calmly, but Donatello was far from calm:
"You mean since he put the oven on fire and then all the kitchen? Was a sweet
memory!" he said with sarcasm.
Mikey, even if he was supposed to be furious at him, can't stand to witness
Leo’s deep embarrassment. He could stop all of it, pretend that he had just
meant to joke around and make the breakfast. But being pliant didn't work with
his brother. Maybe the other way around will be better. He straightened up and
chose to leave the kitchen, to not being tempted to be the kind and helpful
puppy of his big brother.
Anyway, nobody was concerned about him and will notice that he was crying again
in his bedroom.
Mikey dreaded the moment of training, and as if someone somewhere was
conspiring to drive him crazy, his father made him spare against Leo. All the
stretching before, he had managed to compel his eyes to glance away of the
enticing turtle in blue. But now, Mikey can't avoid staring at him, if he
doesn't want to be pinned on the mat and looking like a fool. He didn't need to
be a loser more than he already seemed to be. Leo now must think that Mikey was
pathetic to have a hopeless crush on his big brother. The idea makes him see
red.
At the signal, Mike lunged forward as if wanted to destroy Leonardo.
He wanted to hit him, to make him taste pain as Mikey felt it. He could tell
Leo was surprised by his sudden aggressivity, and the leader had barely the
time to dodge Mikey's attack. Leo had a hard time with him for the first time
in their life, but Mikey was far too upset to be proud of this achievement.
Then, seeing his brother flinch, after a strike, Mikey threw away his
nunchucks. He couldn't hit him! He couldn't! Even if he hated Leonardo so damn
much to be so loveable without even trying to be. At least, not for
Michelangelo.
"I'm done!" he yelled, furious.
Master Splinter look at him, incredulous:
" Michelangelo, it's not to you to decide if training his over. It's to
Leonardo or me that this decision could come from."
Leo was fucking unknown women, sneaking out the lair, maybe putting all of them
in danger doing so, but he was still the favorite. If the leader has caught
Raph or himself and reported to their father, Mikey would have been condemned
to backflip for life. Scratch that: backflip was when their Sensei was in a
forgiving mood. Indeed, maybe he should do that: tell Splinter, the truth about
his golden boy. Their Sensei would lock a chastity device on Leonardo right
away, and a grounded Leo couldn't anymore have a hot date. But Leo would be mad
at him. The leader won't fuck this unknown girl, but Mikey, neither. Okay, he
won't report Leo, but still, obeying to this supposed leader, so sneaky, was
beyond him.
"I don't take an order..." he began.
"Michelangelo! I don't know what is all about, but recently I feel as if my
more reliable child is Raphael and that is disturbing." The master said,
rubbing his forehead in irritation. Raph didn't comment, flashing his teeth,
receiving praise rather rarely.
" I think that maybe I'm too old to be your master and perhaps I must be just a
paternal figure for you. Anyway, the time at come to put you on trial,
Leonardo." the rat master sighted.
"Yes, Master."
" I would stay at Miss O'Neil's place for the next six weeks. You'll be in
charge. I already said a word to her about that; I would go tonight. You will
accompany me, and when I come back I expect it would be normal again!"
" I hope not to disappoint you, Sensei." Leo declared in his firm leader's
voice of his that was thrilling Mikey to no end when his mind was picturing Leo
playing power bottom.
Mikey snorted to himself: how a silly fool he was to entertain still the idea
that maybe Leo would be his, someday. Their Master dismissed them, and Mikey go
hid his pain in his bedroom.
 
***** Don't speak *****
Chapter Notes
     No beta. This chapter goes with Creep, Chapter 5
After training, Mikey locked himself in his room again, grabbing some Nutella.
He ate his Nutella with a spoon, only stopping when nausea took hold of him.
Like any teenager, binge eating and listening to music matching his emotional
state comforted him. He put "Raph's moody playlist" on his T-Phone, and sighed.
He knew that his case wasn't exceptional. A lot of guys has been in love with
the wrong person in the past and so, didn't be loved back. In all teen movie, a
loser was in love with the cute blonde cheerleader. But it wasn’t supposed to
be the same thing. There were only four of their kind. Leo wasn't supposed to
look elsewhere than in their little family. Since childhood, he had always
known that Leo would be his someday.
With melancholy, he took on his bookshelf one of their two family album, the
oldest, including pictures from six to twelve.
It took a while to Master Splinter before he finds a Polaroid camera in the
garbage and at first, their father was taking pictures rather rarely, to spare
the film. The first photo was Mikey and his brother at their sixth anniversary
of mutation. Already at this young age, it was apparent that Leo was his
favorite brother. The eldest wiped cream from Mikey's face, in an affectionate
gesture and the Mikey on the picture, was looking fondly at him, with a big
toothy grin.
Mikey didn't have to look at the others ones with his eldest brother, because
he knew that it would wear the same lovestruck smile on each of them. How
couldn't he love Leo? His brother was perfect when most of the time, Mikey was
only a mess. Even at this age, before that testosterone was messing with
Mikey’s head, Leo was loveable. The eldest always had time for his little
brother, unlike Raph and Donnie, and was kind and generous. When an enraged dog
was erring in the sewers, it was Leo who places himself as a shield in front of
his brothers. This day, Mikey vowed to marry him, older. He even draws at this
time and hides a picture of what the ceremony could look like, daydreaming
about who will wear a dress. He had decided that any of them would and had
opted on his drawing for a cape, as Superman. Leo was a superhero, flawless.
At least, it was what he thought when he was a child.
The photos displayed on the second album had a better resolution because Donnie
was developing the film himself, now with a great camera. But it wasn't the
only difference. In the firsts pages, Mikey had the same fanboy smile. But,
around fourteen-years-old, Mikey’s look was different on their photos. There
was a very apparent hunger shining through his eyes, while he was pressing
himself on the leader, for the picture. He didn't have childish and over the
top romantic thought about marriage anymore. They could, if Leo wanted to, but
it wasn’t was he craved for. He fancied a naked leader, trembling and moaning
in his arm.
He wasn’t a kid anymore. Mikey had watched a LOT of very late movie, of all
kind toward his thirteen-years-old. He didn’t know at the time what he was into
and so, watched either, hetero, bi and gay porn. He saw an appeal in each of
them, but he felt lava in his body the first time that he saw a man penetrated
by another. The man seemed to have so much pleasure that Mikey shivered. In a
quick thought, his mind juxtaposed Leo’s image at the actor’s. He wanted to
make his eldest brother feel that that good. Mikey had pictured for the first
time a Leo shaking underneath him, whispering lustful praise and, since had
jerked off on this fantasies, despite his shame at the beginning to be maybe
disrespectful.
At the same time, a night topside, Mikey had a conversation with Raphael, about
the possibility to have someday, a mate.. He hadn’t didn’t dare talk about Leo
at this time, not quite sure about his feelings. He knew that he needed
someone, but the big incest/gay taboo still stopped him.
Mikey had told him of his worries, and Raph, having lit his cigarettes hidden
under a water tower, had listened to him. Pulling the last puff of his smoke,
he had stated;
“I can tell you that, unless you kiss a dead or fainted woman or she's too
fucked up to care, you have no chance, kid! You will do what Donnie and I do,
having hot dates with your hand for the rest of your life.”

Tears of anger and frustration had risen to Mikey’s eyes. He had refused to
believe it. He could live to be alone. He could live with a dead-end signal
above him.
"And Leo, him? Would you answer that too? "
Raph had made a sarcastic smile;
"Do you think that heroes, the real ones, have a cock? Convince Leo that his
dick can serve him in a military operation and he may remember that he has one.
"
The turtle with nunchucks had narrowed the eyes of anger; "Do you treat Leo as
a sissy? "
Raph had raised his arms in a mocking gesture of submission:
"Far from me to insult your superhero.” he continued, sighing. The subject
affected him too: "Leo is ... a spiritual and grave type. It's good. It
probably suffers less than us from loneliness."
Raphael's words were intended to comfort him, but Mikey doubted their veracity.
Leo was of flesh too. He would face the same issues eventually and if humans
mate were forbidden, his brother would looking around him. And maybe Leo’s
gorgeous blue eyes would cross his.
At fifteen, he had finally accepted the fact that he was in love with his
eldest brother and lusted over him, not giving a damn about human moral code
anymore. He knew that he couldn’t be happy without Leo as his mate and so,
began a courtship. Subtle at first, he has been about to throw panties to him,
last week.
And more than lust had grown in Mikey, more the smile of Leo seemed faked on
the picture. How he could not have seen that before, he chastised himself!
Maybe if he did, Leo wouldn’t have pushed away from their family, and from
Mikey, he reflected, lying on his stomach, tears running down his face. Maybe
if he had made a decisive move before, like six months ago, Leo would be lying
next to him, watching the photo album with him.
Suddenly, in a crash, the door swung open and startled, Mikey turned his head
toward the intruder. Recognizing his eldest brother, who was surprising him
crying like a sore baby, Mikey flushed in anger.
"How dare you..." Mikey begins, but Leo shushed him by pulling out harshly the
T-POD wire from the speakers.
" How dare you act like an emo thirteen-years-old? What was that fit from this
morning?" Leo yelled, shoving Mikey on his bed.
Being squeezed between a bed and Leo, what he has craved for so long, but in
this fuck-up and heartbreaking situation drove Mikey mad.
" Don't fucking touch me!" Mikey yelled in turn, struggling against the
leader." Go fuck with your new girlfriend or something!" he growled.
In a cold tone, the leader asked;
"Why are you so mad about this? I mean, about me, going out. I admit. I have
someone. But..."
He fell his heart bleeding in his chest. How did Leo dare to chase him down to
his fortress of Solitude to ask a stupid question and then, boast that his
heart was for someone else? He had been clear the day before: he meddled his
love life because Leo was indeed his whished mate. Leo couldn't not fake
misunderstanding that? Did he? Did he fake to be stupid on damn purpose?
Mikey pushed him so hard, turning him over, that Leo's voice cuts out, out of
surprise. Mikey was pinning him on the mattress, his hands over his head,
pressing against him, snarling, unable to hold back his lousy feeling anymore.
"Do you have to rub it in my face?”
Leo’s eyes were wide, and he opened his mouth to probably protest that it
wasn't what he does, when Mikey's lips rushed to his in a hot kiss, to shush
him. It was so good, so better than he had imagined. That was what he had been
aching to do for so damn long. Leo’s lips opened as easily that a flower in a
blooming tea and they also have the taste and the warmness of an exotic hot
brewage. He didn't expect that Leo was such a great kisser, but he was
certainly enjoying it.
Even better, Leo was moaning lowly, and the sound thrilled Mikey to the core.
It was entirely the same lovely noise than in his fantasies he pictured Leo
could make. But he wasn’t only jerking off now. Leo's scent hit him full face,
by powerful waves. His animal part knows it: the turtle underneath him was
aroused. It wasn't only the smell. He felt the bulge growing in the eldest
plastron and the eagerness in the kiss. Leo wasn't the only mutant turned on.
Mikey's cock now was hard and pressing painfully into his shell. He felt the
warmth emanating from Leo's body and just wanted to bury and lose himself in
it.
At the moment when he told himself that he must use this momentum to make a
move and stroke Leo's crotch, to entice the elder to drop down, the leader
detached his lips by turning the head suddenly.
Too far clouded by lust, Mikey didn't react rashly right away to the lost of
contact.
"Do you understand, now why I'm so upset about it?” he asked, in a husky tone.
" Because it was your question, isn't? You spend the morning to give another
sense to my words earlier because you couldn't stomach the truth. Yeah, I loved
you and wanted you. I gave you daily's hint, for almost two years! But it isn't
duties based; you're so oblivious! And then, you look elsewhere to find what
was under your nose, since age!"
Now he was almost yelling, trembling from stress, rage, and all the self-
restraint from years. Leo's body under him was now hot as a furnace, and the
fire in him was too high.
"Mikey..." Leo begins.
Michelangelo's pushed his hips forward, rubbing his lower plastron against
Leo's, making him feel his bulge. The leader was hard, and he couldn't deny it.
He reacted to Mikey’s sexual advances. Instinct drives him again, and he bit
deep in the collarbone flesh.
Leo couldn’t hold back a submissive whimper, and his gorgeous face showed how
he was ecstatic. The blue eyes were hooded and it was the best “do-me already”
face he never saw. Leo tasted sweet, and he was so soft and pliant that all
Mikey’s left self-restraint was throw out the window.
Driven by the noise, the view and the scent, Mikey nuzzled in his neck,
scratching his teeth on the leader' collarbone.
"I like the sound you made, and the scent you give off...I wanted to feel you
shaking underneath me since forever, bro. Now, it's out in the open. So, what
the leader would do? Do you will kiss me again or, leave?" he growled, still
his mouth hidden in the hollow of his neck.
"Please," he thought, “let make that happen! I want this for so long."
“ I can show you a great time and make you feel so good. You know me, I’m
passionate about what I love, and I love you,” he whispered, in a last attempt
at seduction.
Leo shivered, and Mikey was feeling his heart pounding violently. It wasn’t
even sure if his brother had heard him. But then, what he feared so damn much,
happened.
His brother begins to struggle, and he felt like icy water splashing on him.
Leo’s body was now burning him like nitroglycerin, and he straightened up,
walking toward the door as if it was the last exit before Hell Downtown.
"So, you leave, then," he asked, in a dull voice.
The leader tried to explain
"Mikey...I can't...I'm with someone else." he stammered, making it even WORSE
as if was possible. Did Leo was deaf, stupid or just didn’t give a damn about
nothing else than his great self and his secret mistress?

Mikey looked down, hiding his tear. His world was crumbling when Leo was
concerned only to be faithful to a fucking unknown girl! Did she was able to
draw from Leo so much moan? What can she have more than him? Leo was a mutant
turtle for fuck sake! How could he fit in a woman body? He never really saw
Leo’s cock, because, for them, Leo was far too prudish, but Donnie already told
them that even if April were willing, he would never dare hurt her in this way.
When Mikey was convinced almost to have neutral feature, he looked up. He won’t
show Leo how deep he was hurt. He had played his cards and lost. Leo had been
clear: he wasn't interested in loving him back.
" I understand. Don't worry. I keep your secret. You can still join her and
fuck her when I am content with my hand."
.
Leonardo came close to him, wanting to put his hand on his shoulder in a
comforting gesture. Mikey didn’t need Leo's pity to feel even more as trash.
And he didn’t need Leo’s hand lingering on him as an additional torture. He
broke free:
" Don't dare ever touch me again. I'm your bro, the cook, the jokester and the
nunchuks guy, but never...just try to touch me in a kindly way." he spat.
***** Losing my religion *****
Chapter Summary
     Chapter 6 of Creep, from Mikey point of view. No beta,
Without a word, Mikey had followed his brothers for patrolling. Sulking in his
room won’t change a damn thing. Leo had been crystal clear about his refusal.
Fearless was tense; that Raph had joked, but the hot head was right. He could
feel it in his guts, always being so aware of his eldest emotional state. He
caught one look of Leo in his direction. A saddened one. The leader must feel
bad for Mikey, and Mikey hated the pity that Leo must feel toward him.
The leader was now bending over, on the edge of the rooftop, scanning the
street for invisible threat. Mikey commanded his eyes to look away to Leo’s
enticing tail and perfect ass. It wasn't for him; it would never be. In fact,
he tried to act as if the leader wasn't even there. Raphael had teased him
several times over his sudden mutism. Sometimes, Mikey wondered if all Raph’s
brain was in his muscles. To be unaware of the chilling atmosphere between the
leader and him, you must be dumb.
When the Hot head had seen no reaction to all his teasing, he had decided to
complain aloud, that their patrol was more like an erratic walk than smashing
skull, like he likes to. Indeed, Raph wasn’t exaggerating.  They didn't patrol.
They just followed Leo from one rooftop to another, and then, they were
watching the leader pacing as a beast in a cage. Leo was up to something, it
was obvious, but he didn’t care about this jerk anymore, right?
" Raph, I already told you: I have the prescient that the Foots are up to
something. We are looking for them!" Leo explained sharply.
"You're kind of tense, Leo; Your fingers aren't stopped twitching. Your
intuition must be very vivid." Donnie said.
" Yes," Leo replied, and Mikey heard the hint of bullshit in these words, but
nobody has time to point it out that the Foot make their entry. A big bunch of
them, in fact, and aggressive.
The leader jumped in the middle of the Foot and this careless attitude was so
not Leo, that Mikey froze. What the fuck? Raph seems to feel a similar though
because he shouted:
"What the fuck, Leo? Where is this damn plan of your?! Since when you rush on
the enemy like that? I have the copyright for this kind of way."
Leo didn't answer, dodging katanas strike, and rushing on the enemy, and
despite his heartache, Mikey’s concern took over. Leo was suddenly so fierce
that, one moment, the youngest, in his vivid imagination, feared that the
leader was looking for an honorable death, after having broken his youngest
brother' heart. 
He didn't have the time to worried that much, enemies were coming to him by
waves. He hit all he could reach, and even if he wasn’t even as a violent
turtle as Raph, it must admit that it was feeling good to let off some steam.
But, when nobody was standing in front of him anymore, he saw
Donatello’s concerned stare.
“ Leo is gone! He goes after Karai, and he disappeared!”
All Mikey’s bitter feelings were gone in an instant. Karai had danger written
all over her. She was their most formidable and unpredictable enemy, apart for
the Shredder himself, and she hated Leo with every fiber of her being. The love
of his life was maybe in danger, and in a hurry, he went in the direction he
saw Leo for the last time.
There were advantages to be in this pseudo mating season. The wind brought him
Leo’s sweet scent. He was close, and after a motion to his brothers, he
followed the smell, until a dark alley.
They were there, Leo and the Foot’s Princess.  The kunoichi was pressing him
against the wall, her blade on the jade colored neck, and Mikey's blood froze
in his heart.
The brain didn’t command him to shout, that he had already done it:
“Stay away from him!”
Karai didn’t even turn her head, and even if her move was quick, all of the
following seconds was like agonizing long, as a movie on slow motion. She
stabbed Leonardo, and the leader fell on his knee with a heartbreaking whimper
that sounded like thunder to Mikey's overactive senses. The blood spilled of
his wound and it was the only thing which was fast. Red ribbons were running
down Leo’s chest, endlessly, and Mikey felt like his stomach had dropped on the
floor. He couldn’t move, he couldn't scream. He could only stare and suffer.
Leo has been stabbed and was now hurt severely, and maybe dying.  Before he
could react, Donatello was already fussing over the leader, and this sigh
awakens his consciousness.
“ Come on, Mikey! We will get this bitch’s skinny ass. She would pay for it
tenfold.”
Mikey didn’t need to be told, twice. He was already running, thirsty for
Karai’s blood, not even waiting for Raph to catch up. He was damn fast, he knew
it. Leo had always told him that he was the best runner of them all, and he was
the one doing the highest jumps. He could quickly catch Karai and smash her
skull on the concrete until the candy pop out. Raph was behind him, but he
could not wait. He was so close, he knows it, and despite his lung burning, he
kept up running. He was almost there, when Raph’s yell came to his ears,
screaming to him the only thing that could make him stop.
"We must go back to the Lair. Leo is badly hurt. He can't walk."
Mikey turned sharply toward Raphael, his big blue eyes so full of anxiety and
pain, that Raph land a comforting hand on him.
“ Don won’t allow that Leo die on him. Fearless will be alright, baby bro. And
right after, we will make katanas sheath and leather strap with her slut skin.”
A shiver went through Mikey, remembering the blood pouring from Leo and the
dread he felt at this moment. Raph was right for one thing. He trusted Donnie.
Leonardo will see the sun rising tomorrow. But that bitch won’t. She hurt Leo,
his brother, and if the leader could not love him back, it doesn’t matter. She
would pay to have hurt him. 
“Go home, Raph. I will be back when it's done or at the sunrise,” he replied
fiercely.
 
Mikey came home at the sunrise. He didn’t catch Karai and ashamed; he had no
choice that came back, with his hand empty and clean of ennemy's blood. His top
priority was to ask Donnie about Leo’s state. When he knew that the leader
would be fine, he crashed on his bed and cried his soul out a while, until he
feels too tired up and numb. But his mind was still too much in turmoil to
sleep.
He had almost lost his beloved brother, and Leo would have died, believing that
Mikey hated him, after their argument. All of this because of this witch and he
had failed to bring her head back, on a plate. What a pitiful lover he was!
Killing her might have impressed Leonardo. The leader wasn't a bloodthirsty
bastard, but Karai was his nemesis, and she had fucking stabbed him! If Mikey
could have killed her by himself, maybe Leo would have considered him seriously
as a mate.
Yes, it was still thinking about this. The fear of having almost witnessed his
brother's death had aroused his feelings again, making them even stronger. He
still loved Leo, and after having been so scared to have to lose him, he wanted
to give him another shot. He had been too negative, abandoning the chase too
quickly. That wasn't what he had been taught.
A good ninja was persistent, and to win a battle, you must know your enemy.
He had read this in one of the dull war books of Leonardo when Mikey had been
in a phase that he wanted to know more about his crush’s interest. This unknown
girl wasn’t maybe the good one for Leo. His eldest brother just didn’t perceive
it. Mikey must show him that he would be a much better match for him. But, to
do it, he must know more about his rival.
Maybe Leo believed that sex with a female was better and gay love was shameful?
Leo was so stuck-up sometimes! Anyway, whatever she could offer to Leo, he
could give his brother a hundredfold. To please and keep a Ninja clan leader
and future master, as a lover, you must be very special. This girl was new
stuff, but she will be bored to death with Leo who could never take her to
fancy's restaurant or expensive shopping, and she will choose another more
convenient lover, for sure! But he has to know how she had managed to seduce
him. Maybe she was a great cook, or was doing fantastic blowjob? He could do
better than a human girl! He knew Leo since his birth! He could play Fearless
Leader better than a violin. But, he must admit that the sexual part of his
brother was unknown. He could guess thing, but maybe he had been wrong, and it
was the reason that Leo didn’t react to his teasing. Maybe Leo was bossy in bed
as he was a control freak in the life. He must know! He was essential data, as
Donatello would say!
How could he convince Leo to talk about his secret tryst?
Then an idea came to him. This Sun Tzu that Leo admired so much didn’t have a
saying about “All the art of war is based on deceit?” So, Leo could blame him
to do the same thing. After a while, to think about all possibility, he smiled.
Leo has fond of naïveté, and by the past, for least essential objectives, he
had managed to abuse it. This time won't be different.
He decided to get up. Leo didn’t eat well lately and the leader needed force to
recover A good miso soup would please the leader. But, he didn't want to be too
easy on Leo. Mikey was more upset than mad, but if he played the “loyal puppy”
card again, Leo would never have respect for him.
Making up his lie, at the same time that he was making the soup, he hear curse
coming from the lab.
“...Fuck ya, Leo! Fuck yourself up! I don't give a damn anymore!".
Concerned, he rushed toward the lab, wondering what Leo could have said to
upset Raph. His hot head brother had been worried sick about the eldest and to
yell at him, Leo must have said or done something harsh.
Out of pride, sticking to his plan to not appear to a dumb lovestruck, Mikey
made his appearance with a quite good poker face. Raph and Leo weren’t that
neutral. The two of them seemed riled up. At least, Leo looked fine.
" What the big deal, this time?" Mikey asked, holding the bowl of soup.
Raph’s face twisted, and he spat:
" This addict want to train because his pride is hurt to see you bulkier than
him."
Mikey put the soup down, without a comment. It was indeed true that he was now
more muscular and taller than the leader, but he was sure that it had nothing
to do with Leo’s urge to train, after being stabbed.
In a false low-voice, Mikey articulated clearly, pointing his head.
" Must be the med kicking in. Don't mind him. I would take the next watch turn.
Go eat." he suggested, and Raph didn't wait being told twice. He left, mumbling
how Leo was a stubborn asshole, and Mikey was entirely agreed with this
statement.
Alone with Leo, Mikey turned the spoon into the soup, wordlessly and looked
down, feeling his apprehension grow. If he didn't play the right card, it would
end badly.
Then, after a deep breath,  Michelangelo looked up.
" I have searched in your T-phone," he said with the most natural tone he could
manage.
He saw the dread invading his brother, and his heart tightened in his chest,
imagining the sexy text between his brother and his lover.
"Mikey..."Leo begins cautiously.
"I want to hear it from your month, Leonardo because I can't believe what I saw
on your phone," Mikey said in an even tone, trying to control his jealousy and
his nervosity."Tell me why you fuck her ...Why you love her" and he shivered.
He wasn’t sure now that he wanted to know. But how fight back to win his
brother, if he knows nothing about Leo’s stupid crush? Leo was silent, and
Mikey was torn between his desire to get information and to not suffer hearing
them. Then, Leo spoke.
" You know...it's been a while. I just...you know I always find her beautiful.
She is so talented, smart and funny. She is independent and proud. Her eyes are
as shining as jewels, and she could have every guy she wants. But she is
interested in me! And we have a lot of common interest! Nobody shares my
passions except for Master Splinter!"
Leonardo went up in enthusiasm, describing the charms of his beloved, and Mikey
feels jealousy flared up. Leo seemed to find her more attractive that he had
hoped. He had pictured a boring blond teenager, with the only merit to have a
vagina willing to Leo’s cock. Even in his worst nightmare, he could have
imagined that the girl shared Leo serious taste, for tea or meditation and that
she was “ talented.” Talented in what to begin with? Leo had pretty fuck-up
high standard, even to make a damn bed. And it been a while he was crushing on
her! It wasn’t a very new fancy. It was bad.
"I have a lot of worries, and I need to know that my girlfriend knows how to
defend herself, you have to admit that she is a great opponent and that no
woman can handle blades as Karai does." Leo continued,
Mikey’s blood froze in his veins and his breath caught in his throat. He had
misheard! It wasn’t possible!
"You mean...You mean it's that Karai that you fuck? The same bitch who had
stabbed you last night?" Mikey asked, still in disbelief.
"She stabbed me as a cover! And why do you so surprised! You know it! You saw
her text message on my phone!" Leo exclaimed, distressed and at this, Mikey
just lose it.
How could Leo be that stupid and reckless? And how Mikey could have been so
dumb and blind? But this, this was the end. Not only because Leo was a fucking
traitor, but because Michelangelo couldn’t overshadow the kunoichi. Leo had
always had a wicked fascination for her. She was deadly, beautiful, skilled,
and bewitching for whoever was a fan of dangerous and evil bitches. Everybody
else was an average Joe by comparison. That Leo had abandoned his moral code,
betraying his clan for her, told all that Mikey needed to know. Leo had tasted
the forbidden fruit, and he would keep the craving it, and then was lost to
Michelangelo. 

But he was also damn sure that Karai couldn’t be in love with his naive
brother. She only wanted to play mindfuck games with him, to taint Leo’s pure
soul and body. He had been right about Leo’s secret desire to have a strong sex
partner. Mikey couldn't picture Karai as a shy virgin, demurely opening her
knees for Leo. It must be the other way around, as he pictured his own sex
games with Leo! He knew for a while that Leo must be in the BDSM, but that
takes the damn cake! She fucking stabbed him, and he was still all over her,
for fuck's sake!
All his world was crumbling. All his beliefs were lies.
Hurt and upset, Mikey burst into a madman laugh:
" I didn't look on your phone. It was just a scheme to make you talk. I can't
believe it! What a leader you are! What a traitor! " Mikey was now yelling,
absolutely mad or upset. " You should pass in front of a Court-martial for
that. I mean...Wow, I wonder what Master Splinter would think now of his five-
star student. And Raph and Donnie! They would be pissed off, and it is an
understatement! Donnie took hours, fussing over you and your wound. How can you
call this a cover? Don told us you almost die of it if he wasn't of him! She
manipulated you by the cock! When they would learn that the golden boy, the
sensitive son, the perfect brother, the formidable sparring partner, is only a
pathetic masochist..." Mikey's voice broke there, as emotions flooded him in a
bad way. It was a nightmare. Leo could be that a dumbass traitor!
He saw how Leo was tense, it was indeed true. Leo had been enough insane to
fuck with their almost enemy's daughter.  Maybe it was depression, as Donnie
had suggested. But he didn’t care the name of Leo's mental illness. He just
wanted to slap him, until Leo become sensible again. But then, Leo spoke, his
voice as soft and deep as velvet.
“Don’t tell and I would give you what you want,” he said, with an unmistakable
hint of lust, that make Mikey shiver and automatically thing in his shell. 
Mikey's sad laugh just died. Did Leo mean what he thinks he means? How in the
world his brother succeded to make him horny again after having learned such a
scandalous betrayal?
“What I want? What do you mean? Your offer must be huge, bro because this
secret is explosive. Let’s call this the Karaigates!” he sneered, not wanting
to show his discomfort. 
Leo looked down, flushed a modest virgin, so stirring, not even trying to be
sexy, with his gorgeous bedroom eyes.
"You want me underneath you and take me. You told me. I can give you that." Leo
whispered. He straightened up a little in his bed, slightly spreading his
knees, the inside of his things so alluring and glistening, in the cold light
of the lab. Mikey could imagine big arrow painted on them, pointing the way to
the ultimate prize and his mouth became dry, staring at Leo’s tail. His brother
wagged it, as a bait, and all Mikey's self-restraint goes out the window. He
rushed on Leo pressed him back against the cot. Leo had picked the beast, he
must deal with it, now
Michelangelo crushed their mouths in a burning kiss. He was kissed him like he
was a drowning man and Leo was his lifeline.  He was leaving a trail of hot
kisses down Leo’s jawbone, nibbling and lapping at his collarbone, stroking him
all over the place he could reach. Leo was willing. Leo consented.
Mikey slid a hand along Leo's thigh, and bite him with force.  Leo struggled to
suppress a churr in response, not really succeded, and Mikey had a smirk,
hearing this. Karai was a human. She could be a slut; she didn’t know how to
please a giant mutant turtle as he could. Leo’s body recognized Mikey as a
better natural mate. Leo was mean to be with his species, not the sex buddy of
the Foot Princess.
He was still kissing him, unable to stop, his tongue exploring Leo's month,
collecting all flavor in it. Leo tasted mint and herb, and it was comforting
and sexy at once. He moved his hand to trace the bulging slit in Leo's plastron
with his palm and Leo bit back a moan, and as he couldn't hold back, he dropped
down in the waiting hand of  Michelangelo. He could now look at Leo’s hard
cock, touch it and taste it. Leo's cock was hard, needy and dripping and he
could do whatever that please to him with it. Mikey jerked him off, and he
watched closely all the emotion which were twisting Leo’s awesome feature.
Pleasure make Leo even more beautiful, and he was so far carried away that
maybe he told him, despite his still heartache. Mikey was pistoning his fist
fast and tight, and all Leo's body quivered, and the youngest could tell that
Leo’s climax was close.
The smell giving off by the leader was intoxicating, very sweet and slightly
musky. He had never smelled it so strongly before, probably because Leo’s
precum was leaking on his hands, but the aroma was even more enticing than
usual. Nothing in the world could make him stop his wrist and miss the show. 
But, he could hold back, either. Leo was eager to mate, shaking like a
metronome, and Mikey feels the need to take him aching until his bones.
He urged Leo's legs apart wider with a sharp thrust of his knee, then angled
himself between them. Mikey grabbed one of Leo's thighs and lifted it to his
shoulder, his cock brushing against the (writhing? panting? trembling?) body
below him. Leo let out a whimper, biting his lips, rotating his hips to find
more pleasurable friction, calling his brother's name with a wantonness that
drove Mikey's testosterone into overdrive, like he needed it.
Michelangelo pushed his cock up against the ring of muscle, not enough to enter
him, just pressing on it. With a strangled cry, Leo came. Mesmerized, Mikey
watched the leader’s climax. It was so good and right. The sight, the smell,
the sensation... He could feel the heat rising from Leo's offered body. The
leader would be tough to breach, Mikey thought, too damn tight. He pushed his
cock further, just by an inch, breaching the muscle. Only a little more and Leo
would clamp onto his cock, crushing it inside his body, deliciously painful. He
would finally have what he had been longing for so damn long. His brother was
willing, so close, calling out his name in pleasure like Mikey had fantasized
for more than two years straight. Leo had spilled his seed in his own hand, and
Mikey was dying to mark him with his own cum. Dying to rip another climax out
of him...It would be epic. Mikey could give Leo everything he was looking for.
The leader wouldn’t have to sneak out of the lair, and Mikey would never stab
him, for sure. All Mikey needed was a chance to show what a great lover and
mate he could be. He should take the opportunity! But then, he reflected, if he
failed to convince Leo, Mikey would be hurt all over again. Having had a taste
of Leo as a lover, and knowing he was offering his genuine moans to that bitch.
Because all of this was even more unrealistic than his wet dream. Leo played
the whore to be Karai’s sex toy, he realized. All of this was for Karai, so
Mikey would keep his secret safe, and the idea was like an icy shower on his
raging libido. Karai was using Leo for sure, as Leo was using Mikey.
Mikey straightened himself, tucking his cock into his slit quickly.
" Don't want to be the sloppy second of the bitch of a bitch." he spat. "Never
believed you were now so shameful to spread your leg to keep licking her ass.
Don't worry; I won't tell your infamous secret! But let me tell you something.
She doesn't love you. She uses you. She wants something, and she needs a naive
virgin but Fearless knight to do it!  That’s it! She doesn't care about you!
And I don't get how you still could think so having 4 inches of steel in your
plastron. You don't know what I want, Leo, but if you want a cue: this" he
explained showing Leo exposed body still stained with cum." I don't want that.
And by the way, I maybe spat in the soup earlier. You wouldn't find out for
sure before trying" he taunted, leaving the lab, with a slamming door, in a
hurry to hide his tears.
 
***** Steal my sunshine *****
Chapter Summary
     No beta.
     goes with Creep chapter 7
In the last week, Mikey didn't talk to Leo. The first day, he was still too mad
and upset for this. Their other brother noticed it and asked him what happened
to Mikey to be so unusually gloomy. Mikey didn't answer their question, still
overwhelmed by bad feelings.  Indeed, he wasn't the same turtle, anymore. Le'
confessistolens stole his sunshine.
Then, the orange-clad turtle felt ashamed to have called the one he had hoped
seduce of such dishonorable name, looking at how Leonardo was gloomiest every
day passing. Righ, Leo had refused him, first and then, he had acted deviously
to keep his secret safe. But, Leo was still his brother, and he should not have
talked to him so harshly. Anyway, Mikey never could stay mad, even less to his
beloved big brother.
Leonardo was in love, and thus, he had lost his common sense, Mikey could
relate to this because the heart of the youngest was still aching for the
leader.  Mikey could be mad at himself for feeling such a way toward him; he
could not help himself.
Mikey was madly in love, despite knowing it was hopeless, but his craving for
Leonardo was, since two days, overwhelming by something stronger: deep
worries. 
Leonardo was awfully quiet. Mikey could get that the leader was uneasy toward
him since their last encounter, but he was downhearted too with Raph and
Donnie. And, Leo didn't eat, and that was concerning.
The first days, Mikey had ignored Leo, and so, his lack of appetite, at least
he had tried. Donatello had made him notice about Leo not eating and then,
Mikey had believed it was indeed his fault. Leo was unable to cook., and so,
can’t eat. So, he had begun preparing meals again for his family, not wanting
Leo to starve, even if the leader was in love with someone else.
Mikey's pride was safe. Leo couldn't pretend that it was for him, even if Mikey
cooked Leo’s favorites meals.
But Leonardo did the other way around and stopped eating altogether. Mikey grew
then anxious. Maybe it was because the leader feared that Mikey had spit in his
plate, as the youngest had threatened him. So, he had put all the meal in a
wide in the middle of the table.for the brother to serve themselves. The leader
would see that Mikey couldn't have put something disgusting in there if he was
eating it. But Leo then showed other anxiety signs, avoiding the kitchen,
scheming to not be there at mealtime, busy somewhere, or “meditating” in his
room, when he was only mopping.
Then, an idea struck Mikey, hard. Leo, ashamed that his little brother knows
the truth was trying to starve himself. It is was possible? It could be. The
honor was damn important to Leonardo. More than life. But besides, it wasn't
the case either, and Mikey made up big drama when a worse was playing. Maybe
Leo was sick because Karai had poisoned him. It was obvious. She faked to be
seduced to be closer and drug him, killing him slowly, to take down them. She
was indeed an evil witch and it was a very likely scenario.
Convinced to have solved the mystery of Leo’s lack of appetite, he runs to
Donatello in a blind panic. He couldn't tell for the Foot bitch. It would put
the leader in trouble, and he had promised not to tell. Mikey could be mad, and
upset; he wasn’t a traitor. So, he explained his first theory to the scientist,
with the depression for the alibi and suggested the possibility of an unknown
illness too.
The scientist listened to him, thoughtfully.  
“I agree with you, Mikey. Leo isn’t fine. He isolates himself, seems sad,
trains too much and eats little. It seems to slide on a self-destructing slope.
I have considered giving him some pills for that, that I can try to make or
maybe we could steal them, without telling Leo. I want to propose him
psychotherapy too. I’m a good listener, but he would argue that I don't have
any license and that, anyway, he is fine! Maybe he is not that bad. I think it
may be this mating season that makes him depressed. You know ... being alone,
but ... "
“Leo is not alone,” Mikey explained. He needed to give more specific
information to the genius. Better the understanding of the situation of Donnie
was, better was the chance to heal the leader. “He had a sex-partner, so isn't
about him being frustrated to jerk-off only” he admitted, in a low voice.
Donnie gave him a sharp look:
“You?”
Mikey shook his head. He could tell Donatello a part of the truth. Anyway, he
was feeling as choking.
“Nah. If only...I won't lie to you, Donnie. I would like it a lot. I find Leo
pretty hot, and besides, you know...I always had a soft spot for him. But, no
it’s not me.” he admitted, almost shameful.
Donatello seemed distressed by this.
“It that Raph?” he asked.
Mikey frowned a moment and then, he gets why. Why didn’t he have seen it
sooner? Raph was to Donnie as Leo, for him. He finds it kind of cute, for a
moment and then, a selfish though. If Don and Raph were together, maybe Leo
would be easier to convince to give it a shot. Leo couldn’t let Michelangelo
the only one without a mate.
“No. It's not  Raph either. Don’t worry, Dee.”
Donatello flushed.
“I’m not worried. Just curious. I know for a fact that Raph had turned around
Leo’s shell, a while ago. I only thought that, if there a logic choice about
the identity of Leo’s lover he could be Raph. Or you.”
The lie was obvious on Donnie’s face. The genius didn’t want at all that Raph
was Leo’s lover.  And Mikey could relate to this.
“Don’t lie, Donnie. I could tell that you have the hots for Raph and its okay,
bro. He isn't into Leo, anymore, he told me, and, I maybe not a genius as you
are, but if he encourages me to chase Leonardo, it was because his eyes were on
someone else.” he explained with a grin.
Donnie’s olives colored cheek blushed.
“Heu...well.. so, who is Leo’s secret lover?” he stammered, trying to bring the
attention far of him.
Mikey darkened, his big smile now upside-down.
“ I can’t tell, I promised him to keep his secret. I just can tell you
something. She isn’t the good one for Leo. She makes him unhappy. We should
explain that to Leo” he insisted.
“She?” Donnie wondered, in eyes wide in surprise.“Is it April?”
Mikey noticed how Donnie was more stunned than jealous. The genius wasn't
interested in the human, anymore. Why could Leo not be like him?
“No. Don’t ask me a question. I swear to Leo to not tell. But, she isn’t good.
We must convince Leo of it! Did you have noticed how many meals Leo had skipped
last week?” Mikey urged.
Donatello put his pen in his mouth, thoughtful.
“Indeed, if Leo had someone, she isn’t good for him. Leo isn’t happy at all.
It’s obvious. He never stays away from us that much before. It was quite the
other way around. Now, he seems mistrustful and I don’t get why. He appears
suffering from sell-loathe at the point that I was afraid of that he hurt
himself.” Don confessed. “You do the laundry every week, Mikey. Do you find any
blood evidence?”
It was now Mikey who was flushed. He did inspect Leo’s bedsheet very carefully,
but not looking for blood. Did Donnie had figured it out and knew about his
kink to sniff the leader’s thing?
“ No, never.”
“That’s mean nothing. Maybe, he hurt himself, but don't draw blood! This insane
training, when he has still injured anyway, it's a kind of torture of the
body.Well, I’ll not stay there, trying to guess.” Donatello stated firmly. “ I
had been waiting for him open up to me for too long. I won’t keep waiting
something serious happen. I’ll talk to him.”
Mikey was now relieved. Donatello was a medic, and very tenacious, and won’t
Leo sneaking away of the conversation.
The leader would be more about to confess him something than Mikey. The leader
was still avoiding Michelangelo like the plague, probably shameful. When he was
in the same room that the eldest, the latter had a scared look, like a hunted
wild animal. A look that the Fearless Leader never had in his life and the fact
had stirred Michelangelo to the core. Maybe Leo was suffering even more than
him.
This uneasiness had touched Mikey who didn't know how to broach the subject
with the leader anymore, neither how to act toward him, no wanting to add to
his obvious distress.. Leo must know that, despite the harsh words, Mikey still
cared deeply for him and was still willing to have him as a mate. Karai was an
error, caused by Leonardo's youth and naivety. Mikey had committed many wrongs
in his life, and Leo had always forgiven him. He could do the same, Leo’s love
worthed it.
“Go ahead, bro. Tell him...that I’m very concerned about him.
Don's eyes lightened like he just resolves an enigma.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“Isn't important if he didn’t feel the same way, you know. But, now, I mostly
want that he feels better. When he will, I would talk to him, about how I
feel.”
Mikey didn’t think it was relevant to tell Donnie that Leo already knows and
didn’t feel the same way at all. The important matter was to heal Leo and cheer
him up, enough that the leader would eat again.
Donnie nodded.
“ I will do my best”.
Confident, Mikey watched as the genie walked with a decided step to leave the
kitchen. The orange-clad turtle stayed in the kitchen, to avoid that Leo left
his room to follow Don in his lab and saw him there, watching and listening.He
finished to wash the dishes, to busy his mind and his shaking hands when he
heard a yell. It wasn’t Leo who yelled, and it was far more concerning. Don
never yelled.
" You're alone all the day, already! What do you want from us? Tell me! We
can't stand to see you falling apart like this! Master Splinter went away,
hoping you will be more relaxed, but now, you don't restrain yourself for his
sake, and you go worst!"
Mikey went to the living room, to heard better.
“I don’t want to watch any movies. Anyway, you all be better without me. Now
move, or I would move you!” Leo growled, and Mikey's heart tightened in his
chest. That didn't go smoothly at all like he had hoped.
He didn’t hear Donnie’s reply
" Because you, you have moved on? " Leo’s voice snapped.
Again, almost silence and Raph arrived from the garage.
“ What it is going on?” he asked. “I hear Donnie from the under my bike.”
Mikey shushed him.
"You should consider it, Leo. I know that seems weird but...It's your only
chance for true happiness." Donnie’ voice pressed. "And you need some joy in
your life, now."
They didn't hear Leo’s reply, but the leader had left his room, walking out
with fast strides, Leo walked toward the end, not answering to Don asking "late
for what?"
Raph for a guy not knowing was going on, acted quickly, may be motivated by
Donnie’s upset tone.
The hot head opened his arms, trying to look friendly.
"Where you go at this time alone, Fearless?" he asked. " We were about to watch
a horror movie with space zombie! Some weird shit from Mikey. Stay with us."
Mikey stays still and silent. He didn’t want to distress Leo more by his
presence.
The leader snapped:
" I don't need watching a horror movie! My whole life is already horrible, and
I see a monster each day!"
He saw it: Raph was shocked, and he hears the squeak coming from Donnie,
The leader, begin to run toward the exit.
"Leo" Raph shouted, and the eldest ran faster.
Mikey stopped Raph on his track.
“ Comfort Donnie, he needs you. I will deal with Leo. He is mine to care.” and,
not waiting for an answer, he ran behind Leo.
 
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