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brotherly love
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"I did not put it there!"
"You did too, Raph!"
"Just because you found it there doesn't mean that I did it!"
"Well, who else around here would be stupid enough to leave an expensive Japanese sword laying blocks away in the mucky sewer water Raph, huh? Tell me that!"
"What, you're saying I'm stupid now?"
"If the title fits!"
Splinter stood in the shallow tunnel that formed the main hallway of their subterranean home. The shadows that surrounded him shrouded him in darkness, masking his form from his unsuspecting students. A trace of anger lined his age-worn face, his eyes darkened with a sense of dread and foreboding. This cannot continue...
Raphael and Leonardo had never gotten along all that well. They had very different outlooks on how things should be and who should be in charge of whom. But they were brothers after all, and everyone knew they cared about each other. Even Raphael couldn't always hide the look of fondness that occasionally crept into his eyes. This time, however, things were getting out of hand. They had been more on edge lately, fighting over the stupidest of disagreements. Splinter knew that he needed to put a stop to this childishness now, or things would escalate way out of control.
"You know...it could have been ruined, or even stolen. Do you know what could've happened if it had gotten into the wrong hands?"
"Look, I told you...I--didn't--STEAL IT!"
That look was beginning to light up in Raphael's eyes--the one that told all around him to duck and take cover. But Leo wasn't about to budge on this one. He could be just as ornery and stubborn as Raph, especially when it was a point of principle.
"So what...a ghost came into our room in the dead of night, and--"
"Grrr! Shut up!"
In an instant, before he even knew what he was doing, the anger took over, and Raphael leapt on top of Leonardo, sending him to the concrete.
A sharp pain traveled up Leonardo's back and carapace, his breath catching in his throat. The fury in Raphael's eyes tore into him, holding him motionless for a moment. Finally, he shoved the other turtle away and jumped to his feet, his own anger matching that of his brother's.
The two circled each other, their feral growls echoing through the underground passages. Just as Leo was about to show Raphael some manners, a hand met with his chest, pushing him back onto his heels. Leo's eyes widened, his expression growing somber as he stared speechless at his sensei. Raphael stood across from him, the rat's other furred hand resting against his plastron, separating the two.
"Enough!" Splinter's expression spoke volumes. He was clearly not pleased.
The rat stared at each of them in turn. He could see something in their eyes--a hint of pent up emotions that neither of them had yet to express. He kept his hands firmly against their chests, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"I am very disappointed in you both! You must learn to control your anger and frustration."
"Yeah, but--" Raph began to protest.
"Would you rather kill each other?" The growl in Splinter's voice quieted the turtle. "Katas in the dojo now."
He lowered his arms, allowing them the freedom to leave. Raphael moaned and stomped away. Leonardo bowed his head in shame. He couldn't even look Splinter in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, master, I--"
"Go Leonardo."
"Yes, master."
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"God, this is stupid." Raphael angrily punched the air.
Leonardo ignored him, focusing on the moves of the kata. He stepped forward gracefully, sliding into a ready stance, while delivering a swift punch to an invisible enemy.
"I don't believe this..." Raphael rolled his eyes. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Raph, shut up. I'm trying to concentrate."
Indeed, it was a struggle, and not only because of Raphael's protests. There was something unidentifiable building up inside of him, feelings that he couldn't explain. Swallowing them back anxiously, he returned his focus to the task at hand.
Raphael huffed and crossed his arms, abandoning his own routine. "You know what your problem is?"
"No." Leo glared at him. "But I suppose you're going to tell me." He kicked flawlessly and turned around, ready to repeat the steps in the other direction.
"You've got a stick up your ass!"
"Raphael..."
"Bite me!"
"I'll do more than that if you don't shut up!" He turned suddenly, rushing toward his brother and knocking him to the thin mats below.
Raphael sucked in a breath, his eyes glazed. Shit, that hurt...
"Now knock it off and do what Splinter told you to. Have a little respect."
Leo began again, taking a deep breath, trying to clear his mind as he began the steps of the kata. Raphael glared at him. Leo closed his eyes, blocking him out.
That was it. How dare Leo ignore him? Raphael had had enough.
"Grrrrahhhh!"
With the force of a freight train, he plowed into Leo, knocking him back with a loud crack. Leo's head spun dizzily. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his bearings.
"Raph!" He coughed.
"You think you're so much better than me."
Leo felt a dull pain spread through his jaw as Raphael punched him.
"You think you know everything."
Another ache at his shoulder.
"Let me tell you something...you're not--"
Punch
"--perfect!"
Smack
Leonardo was getting seriously pissed. Raphael paused suddenly, still leaning over his brother, fists clenched. He stared at Leonardo in wonder, an alarming hint of curiosity rising within him. He was so angry, yet another emotion was trying to break through--something foreign and unwelcome. His breath regained, and Raph's attentions elsewhere for the moment, Leo latched onto the outer edge of Raphael's carapace and hurled him over his shoulders. Raphael hit the wall and slid down with a thump. He cradled his elbow and rubbed a sore spot on his head, his eyes gleaming.
"You fuck!"
"Katas are over." Leo didn't even bother to look at him as he left the room.
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The night didn't prove any easier than the day. As the turtles got ready for bed, Raph and Leo ignored each other entirely. Raphael climbed under the covers and rolled onto his side, turning his back toward his brothers. That was just fine with Leo. The less he had to look at Raphael, the better. Not only was he pissed about the day's events, but that nagging feeling of uneasiness at the thought of him just refused to go away. Something felt different. He was still angry, but it seemed his frustration had a new foundation now--something he couldn't quite explain. He lay back on his own bed reading a book, painfully aware of Don and Mike's stares.
"Uhhh...everything all right?" Don asked quietly.
"Fine." Leonardo kept his eyes on the pages.
"Oooookaaayyy..." Mike said under his breath.
The two of them stared helplessly at one another, and seeing how it was a lost cause, climbed into bed. As the lights went out, Leonardo laid his head back with a sigh. He breathed deeply, some of his anger slowly slipping away...
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"Hey..." Raphael awoke to utter silence. He sat up quickly, sleepy eyes scanning his surroundings. The other three beds were made, and the room was empty. "Guess I better see what's for breakfast."
He made his way to the living room, but no one was there. The usual chatter of his brothers' voices was replaced by a chilling quiet. What the-- He sauntered into the kitchen to find Leonardo sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Where is everyone?" He kept his voice matter-of-fact, uncaring.
Leonardo shrugged. "Dunno. They were gone when I got up."
Raphael walked to the fridge to scrounge up something to eat. That's when he saw the note. He pulled it out from under the magnet, gripping it tightly as he read, his anger rising.
"Leo...didn't you see this?"
"See what?"
"It's a note from Splinter."
"Let me see."
Raphael handed the paper to Leonardo and slumped down into the chair across from him, studying the turtle's face as he read. Leonardo's expression turned from one of curiosity to surprise to anger.
He looked up at his brother. "It says they've gone for a training exercise in the woods and won't be back until dinner."
"Yeah, Leo, I know what it says."
"But Splinter never leaves any of us behind." Leo looked worried now.
"Yeah, so...what do you think it means?"
"Shit." Leo cursed under his breath. "It means that he's pissed at us. And it's your fault."
"MY fault!? Excuse me, oh master of perfection, but you were the one who started that fight yesterday."
"Yeah, well, if you could just learn some respect for other people's property, I wouldn't have yelled at you in the first place!"
"God...let's not get into this again. I told you I didn't take your fucking sword!"
"Yeah, well there are a lot of things you say, Raph, but your credibility is more than questionable..."
"You calling me a liar again?"
"If the shoe fits..."
"Those are fighting words, Leo." He warned.
Leo was feeling cocky that particular morning. "Try me."
In an instant, Raphael was lunging for him. They began to fight like two wild, untamed beasts. Raphael's fists flailed, punching Leonardo over and over again. Leo managed to block some of the hits, and counteract with some of his own. Finally, Raphael stepped back, his eyes filled with fire and hatred. Leonardo remained alert. Raphael was capable of just about anything when he got this mad. They sized each other up in silence, neither willing to back down now.
Raphael swept back in for another attack. Leonardo lifted a leg, kicking him swiftly in the plastron. Raphael doubled over, gasping for breath.
"Leave me alone, Raph. I'm not in the mood."
Raph took in a couple more swallows of air before straightening again. "That's gonna cost you." His voice was low, almost a growl, and his eyes glimmered with fury.
A nervous twinge struck Leonardo, but he couldn't allow Raphael to know he was afraid. He held his ground. In seconds, Raph was on top of him, knocking him to the ground for the third time in two days. Leonardo tried to roll him off, but he held his grip, punching him in the face. Leo brought his knee up, aiming for Raph's tail region, but he missed his mark, hitting his inner thigh instead.
Raphael had his hands around Leo's neck, firmly squeezing. Gasping for air, Leo clung to his hands, using all of his force to pull them free. Raphael was determined though. It took several attempts before Leo managed to loosen his grip. He sucked in the air greedily, his head spinning with dizziness.
"You asshole!" Raphael yelled. His face was so close, Leo could feel the little droplets of saliva as he spoke. "You fucking asshole!"
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" Leo squeaked.
They wrestled around some more, punching and kicking. Leonardo rolled over on top of Raph, pinning him to the floor. They stared at each other intensely, their gazes piercing into one another.
Leo stared into Raph's dark eyes. "Why do you have to be so damn...so damn..."
Suddenly, an overwhelming urge swept over Leonardo. Before he could even stop to think about what he was doing, he found himself committing the unimaginable. As if of their own will, his hands slowly loosened their grip on Raph's wrists, lightly traveling down his forearms. He felt the heat of his brother's breath against his cheek as his mouth covered Raphael's. Raph writhed beneath him, trying to push him off.
"What the fuck are you doing, Leo!?"
Leonardo kept perfectly still, a look of shock and guilt on his face as he lay perched over his brother. "I...don't know, I--"
But before Leo's mouth could catch up with his brain, strong hands were pulling him down again, traveling over his biceps, his plastron, down to the heat between his legs.
Raphael's breath fell hot on Leonardo's face, as his hands continued to roughly explore his body. Leo allowed him to do so, no longer caring about all of the warning sirens that were going off in his head. He lowered his full weight on top of him, hands groping blindly, his own breath catching in his throat.
Finally, Leo pulled away, and they laid there for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes wordlessly. Their expressions no longer contained any hint of anger or frustration, or even hesitation. It was as if they both realized what had been bothering them all along. Raphael could hardly stand the awkward silence, the break in passion. He lifted his hands up to touch Leonardo again--his shoulders, his carapace. Leonardo closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.
Before he knew it, Raphael had him down on his back on the floor, straddling him as he ran his hands over the ridges of his chest plate, a hungry look in his eyes. Leonardo moaned, hands clenching Raphael's arms as they moved down over his body.
Raphael slid his tongue down the center crease of Leonardo's plastron, producing dizzying sensations through Leo's entire body. He grinned despite himself, delighted that he could hold such control over him. Leo was like putty in his hands, waiting to be molded. He'd never had the upper hand on Leonardo so completely before--not like this.
Leonardo's breath came faster as Raphael neared the lower ridge of his shell. Tingles of pleasure spread up through every pore of his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, a deep moan rising into his throat.
Determined to keep the intensity going, Raphael laid down face first in front of Leo. Leo remained still, nervously anticipating his next move. He didn't bother to open his eyes as Raphael lowered his mouth to his tail. He swirled his tongue around the tip of it, producing agonizingly pleasurable sensations. Leo's eyes flew open, his breath catching in his throat as intense waves of delight flowed up his body and back, centering where Raphael was touching him.
"Ra--Raphael...wait!"
Raph lifted his head, a look of curiosity and annoyance in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"We shouldn't--I mean...what are we doing?"
"Wait a minute...I thought you wanted this. You're the one who attacked me, remember?"
"Yeah, but I...well...I just--"
"No more talking." Raphael decided. In one, swift movement, he was up on his knees again, leaning over Leonardo, his hand covering his mouth gently but forcefully. His eyes said that he wanted Leo badly. Leonardo again allowed himself to be taken in. He could feel his cock swelling, heart pounding beneath the thick, hard shell. In the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong. But he didn't care. It felt too good...too right.
Raphael brought his mouth to Leo's neck, trailed it down to his shoulder, biting into skin. Leo gasped, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over him. He shut his eyes tight as Raph found his way down his plastron again, strong hands massaging the tops of his thighs.
A wave of warmth. Raphael had Leo's cock out of the shell, thick fingers stroking its length. Leonardo tilted his head back against the cold concrete, hands blindly searching for his brother's. Raphael smiled that sinister grin, and continued to stroke, rough hands moving faster, rhythmically over the length of his cock.
Leonardo tried to sit up, to stop Raphael before this went too far. Raphael ignored him however, pushing him firmly back to the floor with his free hand. Knowing that his protests were a lost cause, and giving into his passions again, Leonardo laid back, shuddering at the intense waves of bliss that flowed up the length of his ever-hardening cock.
Raphael was moving faster now, responding to the noises coming from Leonardo. It gave him an intense thrill to know that Leo's every move was in his hands. It felt like...power. He lowered his face, allowing his breath to fall on the stiff dick he held in his hands. Leo let out a helpless whine, and it was all Raphael could stand.
In an instant, Leonardo felt the sweet warmth of Raphael's mouth encase him, and he lost all control. Any hint of hesitation faded away, and all he could concentrate on was the intense feelings that large warm mouth was creating.
Enjoying the hold he had on his brother, Raphael began to lap at the head of Leo's cock, teasing him mercilessly with his tongue. Leo made a sound of desperation, his fingers digging into Raphael's biceps. Encouraged by his brother's reaction, he set out to bring him to new heights, mercilessly stroking his erection in thick fingers while encasing him in his mouth once again.
Unable to contain his composure any longer, Leonardo let out a low moan and laid his head back in ecstasy. His entire body grew tense as moist heat rubbed up and down his cock.
He felt his arousal swell to new heights as the course skin of Raphael's hand brushed up against his balls, squeezing them carefully, his mouth still riding the stiffness of his erection. He ran his teeth lightly over the head, feeling his own cock rear up at attention as his brother writhed beneath him.
"You like this?" His voice was a low growl, coated with lust.
All Leo could do in his condition was moan in response.
"You do, don't you?"
"God--Raph..."
Leo was panting, droplets of sweat coated his forehead, his arms. Raphael studied his facial expression--unreleased tension coated with intense enjoyment and desire. He felt his own desire building to unbearable heights, that wild beast inside of him ready to take charge. He plunged Leonardo's dick into his mouth again, moving with unrelentless speed, stroking over the skin with his hand as his mouth moved up and down the length of his shaft.
Leo let out a cry of ecstasy, thick fingers digging into the back of Raphael's neck. His body spasmed uncontrollably as a wave of unbelievable bliss traveled through his entire being. He sucked in a breath, eyes shut tightly as sweet warmth engulfed him. This time, the heat was not a byproduct of Raph's mouth, but of the intense orgasm that held him so powerless in its grasp.
Raphael pulled away and moved toward his brother, watching as his chest heaved with satisfaction. He waited a moment in silence, allowing him to collect his composure before making his needs known.
Leonardo didn't need to be told, however. He was more than aware that Raphael would be expecting something in return. And in fact, he was more than happy to give it. Something built up inside of Leonardo as he rose to his knees--something that he'd kept buried for eighteen years. He stared at Raphael as if he was a fine cut of steak, just waiting to be devoured.
Raphael grinned, leaning back a bit and watching Leonardo intently. There was a look in the turtle's eyes--a dark lust that Raphael would have never imagined possible.
"Your turn." Raph instructed. He reached into the lower part of his shell to pull out his cock and balls.
Leonardo just stared at him for a moment, wetting his lips in silence before slowly moving forward. As he neared, Raphael reached for him, pulling him closer. Leo knew what he wanted, and he decided that he was going to teach his brother a lesson in patience.
Leisurely, he moved toward Raphael, kneeling on the cold concrete between his legs. The cool cement felt good on his warm, sweat-soaked skin. He lowered himself very slowly, his eyes piercing into Raphael's--dark, sinister, determined. Raphael watched him silently as intense desire filled him.
Slowly, gently, Leonardo's tongue snaked up the underside of Raphael's cock. Raphael hissed, his head snapping back as if the force of this delicate touch alone was too much for him. Leo made his way to the head, encircling it softly, then pulled away, watching Raph with interest.
After a few seconds, Raphael opened his eyes, a questioning, almost pleading look in them.
"Leo, why'd you--"
But before he could finish the sentence, that wide tongue was caressing him once again. It fondled the delicate skin of his smooth balls, rubbed up and down against the taut flesh of his cock--very slowly, very deliberately.
Raphael's breathing was ragged, his eyes shut so tightly, it was starting to give him a headache. But he ignored it. He dismissed everything but the sharp, tingling pleasure that centered in the lower half of his body.
Suddenly, the sensation was gone again, the warmth of Leo's adequate mouth fading. Raphael again opened his eyes, annoyed at his brother's audacity. Leo was staring at him, watching him intently as his fingers found the soft skin of his balls. They ran over them lightly, gently stroking. Raphael bit his lip, willing himself to stare back longingly into those light, menacing eyes.
Finally, he could take no more. His patience had grown thin. He reached out his hands, cradling Leonardo's head, and forced it down to engulf his cock.
Leonardo breathed deeply, the feel of Raphael's cock in his mouth a foreign, yet pleasant one. Raphael kept his grip on him, his groans of ecstasy growing louder as he moved Leo's head up and down over the sensitive organ. Leo, too, moaned in delight, his cock rearing to attention again. The vibration sent little electrodes of pleasure through Raphael's penis, and his hold on Leo tightened.
With near-expert precision, Leo began to move his head in a rhythm of his own, enjoying the hardness he had created, using his teeth to gently tease the head. Raphael gasped in surprise and pleasure, his fingers sliding down to dig into the flesh of Leo's shoulders.
The intensity built up until Raphael thought he would burst. He pulled away quickly, taming the orgasm that had yet to come. Leo stared at him in puzzlement.
"What...Raph?"
But the turtle said nothing. Instead, he grabbed Leonardo roughly, pushing him down on all fours.
Instant panic rushed through Leonardo. "Raph, I--"
"Shuddup, Leo."
He felt strong hands running over his carapace, reaching down to massage the hard muscles in his legs. Leonardo shuddered as the hands found their way back up his body, spreading him a little. Terror washed through him for a brief second again, but he said nothing to his brother. He wanted this as much as Raphael did, he was just too afraid to admit it.
He felt the tip of Raph's cock brush up against his opening. His breath caught in his throat, eyes shutting tight as he felt the first painful thrust of entrance. Raphael let out a feral groan, his fingers digging into the skin of Leo's thighs. Leo let out a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure as intense heat filled him.
Raphael pulled out slowly, leaving only the head inside Leo's ass. Leonardo sucked in a breath as he felt Raph push again--a little less painful this time, a little more intense. It wasn't long before Raphael found a rhythm--an agonizingly slow pace, which quickly grew faster as Raphael's patience thinned.
As he pushed, the inner walls of Leonardo's rectum squeezed and caressed him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. Leo, too, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He let his inhibitions go, concentrated on the feel of Raphael inside of him.
The sensations continued to build, and Raphael began to pump harder, blindly reaching out to grab Leonardo's biceps, to dig his fingers into the back of his neck. Leo gasped, the intensity of the thrusting at his prostate combined with Raphael's desperation nearly sending him over the edge.
Raphael curled his fingers around the ridge of Leonardo's carapace. He was almost there...just a few more thrusts and then...
"A-hem!"
In an instant, the passion, the abandonment was gone, and was replaced with guilt and embarrassment. Raphael pulled away from Leo, almost painfully, the two of them turning to stare wide eyed at three pairs of astonished eyes.
"Master...Splinter?"
The others had never seen Raphael so caught off guard or utterly embarrassed in their lives. Leonardo couldn't even speak, couldn't will himself to look into their eyes.
Don and Mike just stood there in silence, gaping at the two of them in complete shock. Leonardo wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. Why'd they have to come home just then? Why?
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Leonardo gasped, his eyes flew open, and he bolted upright. He found himself sitting in his bed, fingers clutched around the blanket. Good thing the blanket was still covering his lap too, he noticed with dread. He glanced around the room. It appeared to be morning. The others were just waking up as well. He reached up a hand to rub his head, which spun dizzily.
A dream... he realized. It was just a dream...
He managed a glance at Raphael, who was sitting up in his bed, staring back at him as if he'd seen a ghost. As their eyes met, they had a startling revelation--they'd both dreamed the same thing.
Leo felt instant panic. What if it wasn't a dream? What if it had really happened? But no, that was ridiculous. He could never think about his brother that way...could he?
Raphael threw the covers away hastily and jumped up out of bed. This was one time he was really glad he was a turtle. Though the pressure in his shell was almost painful, at least his brothers wouldn't know what was on his mind. Best of all, Leonardo wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing that the dream really had turned him on.
"I'm gonna go take a shower..." he mumbled. A cold one...
As he neared the door, he noticed his master standing there for the first time. He gazed at him, noting the smirk on his face, that knowing look in his eyes.
"Good morning, Raphael. Sleep well?"
Raph felt his face grow flushed. "Yeah, I guess."
Michaelangelo was up and making his bed. He confronted his brother before he had the chance to leave the room. "Hey, Raph..." he called. "Did you have some sort of nightmare last night? Cuz you were moaning awful loud in your sleep."
Raphael shot Leonardo a warning glance and pushed past Splinter to make his way toward the bathroom.
"Shut up, Mike!" he called.
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yeah, you're right.
If I'm gonna have some worth while troll postings, it might be best if I consult a dictionary while on crack.
Thanks for your input.
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Re:Stupid troll
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Oh my god, he is sooooooooooooo cute:-)
look at his sweet lips, i never thought a geek
could look that good. My god, where is he from?
Oh boy, i would kill for a man with his looks. See
his beard, his hair, my god.
Boys, please, get in shape and look like him. I
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Andrea baby, if you are reading this "I love you
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Re:Stupid troll
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But you have to admit she is better looking than the real Andrea.
It is his own fault for having a girls name.
Re:Stupid troll
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I don't conider two guys being together as "married". Sorry.
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And on a side note neither should you bomb Afghanistan
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holy interesting tidbit in a troll post...
Just recently, IE 5.5 has decided to scroll up from where it should be whenever I hit back. Wacky. Too bad nobody will ever see this to say they've got this problem too - yet another MS conspiracy down the drain.
"I did not put it there!"
"You did too, Raph!"
"Just because you found it there doesn't mean that I did it!"
"Well, who else around here would be stupid enough to leave an expensive Japanese sword laying blocks away in the mucky sewer water Raph, huh? Tell me that!"
"What, you're saying I'm stupid now?"
"If the title fits!"
Splinter stood in the shallow tunnel that formed the main hallway of their subterranean home. The shadows that surrounded him shrouded him in darkness, masking his form from his unsuspecting students. A trace of anger lined his age-worn face, his eyes darkened with a sense of dread and foreboding. This cannot continue...
Raphael and Leonardo had never gotten along all that well. They had very different outlooks on how things should be and who should be in charge of whom. But they were brothers after all, and everyone knew they cared about each other. Even Raphael couldn't always hide the look of fondness that occasionally crept into his eyes. This time, however, things were getting out of hand. They had been more on edge lately, fighting over the stupidest of disagreements. Splinter knew that he needed to put a stop to this childishness now, or things would escalate way out of control.
"You know...it could have been ruined, or even stolen. Do you know what could've happened if it had gotten into the wrong hands?"
"Look, I told you...I--didn't--STEAL IT!"
That look was beginning to light up in Raphael's eyes--the one that told all around him to duck and take cover. But Leo wasn't about to budge on this one. He could be just as ornery and stubborn as Raph, especially when it was a point of principle.
"So what...a ghost came into our room in the dead of night, and--"
"Grrr! Shut up!"
In an instant, before he even knew what he was doing, the anger took over, and Raphael leapt on top of Leonardo, sending him to the concrete.
A sharp pain traveled up Leonardo's back and carapace, his breath catching in his throat. The fury in Raphael's eyes tore into him, holding him motionless for a moment. Finally, he shoved the other turtle away and jumped to his feet, his own anger matching that of his brother's.
The two circled each other, their feral growls echoing through the underground passages. Just as Leo was about to show Raphael some manners, a hand met with his chest, pushing him back onto his heels. Leo's eyes widened, his expression growing somber as he stared speechless at his sensei. Raphael stood across from him, the rat's other furred hand resting against his plastron, separating the two.
"Enough!" Splinter's expression spoke volumes. He was clearly not pleased.
The rat stared at each of them in turn. He could see something in their eyes--a hint of pent up emotions that neither of them had yet to express. He kept his hands firmly against their chests, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"I am very disappointed in you both! You must learn to control your anger and frustration."
"Yeah, but--" Raph began to protest.
"Would you rather kill each other?" The growl in Splinter's voice quieted the turtle. "Katas in the dojo now."
He lowered his arms, allowing them the freedom to leave. Raphael moaned and stomped away. Leonardo bowed his head in shame. He couldn't even look Splinter in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, master, I--"
"Go Leonardo."
"Yes, master."
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"God, this is stupid." Raphael angrily punched the air.
Leonardo ignored him, focusing on the moves of the kata. He stepped forward gracefully, sliding into a ready stance, while delivering a swift punch to an invisible enemy.
"I don't believe this..." Raphael rolled his eyes. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Raph, shut up. I'm trying to concentrate."
Indeed, it was a struggle, and not only because of Raphael's protests. There was something unidentifiable building up inside of him, feelings that he couldn't explain. Swallowing them back anxiously, he returned his focus to the task at hand.
Raphael huffed and crossed his arms, abandoning his own routine. "You know what your problem is?"
"No." Leo glared at him. "But I suppose you're going to tell me." He kicked flawlessly and turned around, ready to repeat the steps in the other direction.
"You've got a stick up your ass!"
"Raphael..."
"Bite me!"
"I'll do more than that if you don't shut up!" He turned suddenly, rushing toward his brother and knocking him to the thin mats below.
Raphael sucked in a breath, his eyes glazed. Shit, that hurt...
"Now knock it off and do what Splinter told you to. Have a little respect."
Leo began again, taking a deep breath, trying to clear his mind as he began the steps of the kata. Raphael glared at him. Leo closed his eyes, blocking him out.
That was it. How dare Leo ignore him? Raphael had had enough.
"Grrrrahhhh!"
With the force of a freight train, he plowed into Leo, knocking him back with a loud crack. Leo's head spun dizzily. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his bearings.
"Raph!" He coughed.
"You think you're so much better than me."
Leo felt a dull pain spread through his jaw as Raphael punched him.
"You think you know everything."
Another ache at his shoulder.
"Let me tell you something...you're not--"
Punch
"--perfect!"
Smack
Leonardo was getting seriously pissed. Raphael paused suddenly, still leaning over his brother, fists clenched. He stared at Leonardo in wonder, an alarming hint of curiosity rising within him. He was so angry, yet another emotion was trying to break through--something foreign and unwelcome. His breath regained, and Raph's attentions elsewhere for the moment, Leo latched onto the outer edge of Raphael's carapace and hurled him over his shoulders. Raphael hit the wall and slid down with a thump. He cradled his elbow and rubbed a sore spot on his head, his eyes gleaming.
"You fuck!"
"Katas are over." Leo didn't even bother to look at him as he left the room.
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The night didn't prove any easier than the day. As the turtles got ready for bed, Raph and Leo ignored each other entirely. Raphael climbed under the covers and rolled onto his side, turning his back toward his brothers. That was just fine with Leo. The less he had to look at Raphael, the better. Not only was he pissed about the day's events, but that nagging feeling of uneasiness at the thought of him just refused to go away. Something felt different. He was still angry, but it seemed his frustration had a new foundation now--something he couldn't quite explain. He lay back on his own bed reading a book, painfully aware of Don and Mike's stares.
"Uhhh...everything all right?" Don asked quietly.
"Fine." Leonardo kept his eyes on the pages.
"Oooookaaayyy..." Mike said under his breath.
The two of them stared helplessly at one another, and seeing how it was a lost cause, climbed into bed. As the lights went out, Leonardo laid his head back with a sigh. He breathed deeply, some of his anger slowly slipping away...
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"Hey..." Raphael awoke to utter silence. He sat up quickly, sleepy eyes scanning his surroundings. The other three beds were made, and the room was empty. "Guess I better see what's for breakfast."
He made his way to the living room, but no one was there. The usual chatter of his brothers' voices was replaced by a chilling quiet. What the-- He sauntered into the kitchen to find Leonardo sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Where is everyone?" He kept his voice matter-of-fact, uncaring.
Leonardo shrugged. "Dunno. They were gone when I got up."
Raphael walked to the fridge to scrounge up something to eat. That's when he saw the note. He pulled it out from under the magnet, gripping it tightly as he read, his anger rising.
"Leo...didn't you see this?"
"See what?"
"It's a note from Splinter."
"Let me see."
Raphael handed the paper to Leonardo and slumped down into the chair across from him, studying the turtle's face as he read. Leonardo's expression turned from one of curiosity to surprise to anger.
He looked up at his brother. "It says they've gone for a training exercise in the woods and won't be back until dinner."
"Yeah, Leo, I know what it says."
"But Splinter never leaves any of us behind." Leo looked worried now.
"Yeah, so...what do you think it means?"
"Shit." Leo cursed under his breath. "It means that he's pissed at us. And it's your fault."
"MY fault!? Excuse me, oh master of perfection, but you were the one who started that fight yesterday."
"Yeah, well, if you could just learn some respect for other people's property, I wouldn't have yelled at you in the first place!"
"God...let's not get into this again. I told you I didn't take your fucking sword!"
"Yeah, well there are a lot of things you say, Raph, but your credibility is more than questionable..."
"You calling me a liar again?"
"If the shoe fits..."
"Those are fighting words, Leo." He warned.
Leo was feeling cocky that particular morning. "Try me."
In an instant, Raphael was lunging for him. They began to fight like two wild, untamed beasts. Raphael's fists flailed, punching Leonardo over and over again. Leo managed to block some of the hits, and counteract with some of his own. Finally, Raphael stepped back, his eyes filled with fire and hatred. Leonardo remained alert. Raphael was capable of just about anything when he got this mad. They sized each other up in silence, neither willing to back down now.
Raphael swept back in for another attack. Leonardo lifted a leg, kicking him swiftly in the plastron. Raphael doubled over, gasping for breath.
"Leave me alone, Raph. I'm not in the mood."
Raph took in a couple more swallows of air before straightening again. "That's gonna cost you." His voice was low, almost a growl, and his eyes glimmered with fury.
A nervous twinge struck Leonardo, but he couldn't allow Raphael to know he was afraid. He held his ground. In seconds, Raph was on top of him, knocking him to the ground for the third time in two days. Leonardo tried to roll him off, but he held his grip, punching him in the face. Leo brought his knee up, aiming for Raph's tail region, but he missed his mark, hitting his inner thigh instead.
Raphael had his hands around Leo's neck, firmly squeezing. Gasping for air, Leo clung to his hands, using all of his force to pull them free. Raphael was determined though. It took several attempts before Leo managed to loosen his grip. He sucked in the air greedily, his head spinning with dizziness.
"You asshole!" Raphael yelled. His face was so close, Leo could feel the little droplets of saliva as he spoke. "You fucking asshole!"
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" Leo squeaked.
They wrestled around some more, punching and kicking. Leonardo rolled over on top of Raph, pinning him to the floor. They stared at each other intensely, their gazes piercing into one another.
Leo stared into Raph's dark eyes. "Why do you have to be so damn...so damn..."
Suddenly, an overwhelming urge swept over Leonardo. Before he could even stop to think about what he was doing, he found himself committing the unimaginable. As if of their own will, his hands slowly loosened their grip on Raph's wrists, lightly traveling down his forearms. He felt the heat of his brother's breath against his cheek as his mouth covered Raphael's. Raph writhed beneath him, trying to push him off.
"What the fuck are you doing, Leo!?"
Leonardo kept perfectly still, a look of shock and guilt on his face as he lay perched over his brother. "I...don't know, I--"
But before Leo's mouth could catch up with his brain, strong hands were pulling him down again, traveling over his biceps, his plastron, down to the heat between his legs.
Raphael's breath fell hot on Leonardo's face, as his hands continued to roughly explore his body. Leo allowed him to do so, no longer caring about all of the warning sirens that were going off in his head. He lowered his full weight on top of him, hands groping blindly, his own breath catching in his throat.
Finally, Leo pulled away, and they laid there for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes wordlessly. Their expressions no longer contained any hint of anger or frustration, or even hesitation. It was as if they both realized what had been bothering them all along. Raphael could hardly stand the awkward silence, the break in passion. He lifted his hands up to touch Leonardo again--his shoulders, his carapace. Leonardo closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.
Before he knew it, Raphael had him down on his back on the floor, straddling him as he ran his hands over the ridges of his chest plate, a hungry look in his eyes. Leonardo moaned, hands clenching Raphael's arms as they moved down over his body.
Raphael slid his tongue down the center crease of Leonardo's plastron, producing dizzying sensations through Leo's entire body. He grinned despite himself, delighted that he could hold such control over him. Leo was like putty in his hands, waiting to be molded. He'd never had the upper hand on Leonardo so completely before--not like this.
Leonardo's breath came faster as Raphael neared the lower ridge of his shell. Tingles of pleasure spread up through every pore of his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, a deep moan rising into his throat.
Determined to keep the intensity going, Raphael laid down face first in front of Leo. Leo remained still, nervously anticipating his next move. He didn't bother to open his eyes as Raphael lowered his mouth to his tail. He swirled his tongue around the tip of it, producing agonizingly pleasurable sensations. Leo's eyes flew open, his breath catching in his throat as intense waves of delight flowed up his body and back, centering where Raphael was touching him.
"Ra--Raphael...wait!"
Raph lifted his head, a look of curiosity and annoyance in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"We shouldn't--I mean...what are we doing?"
"Wait a minute...I thought you wanted this. You're the one who attacked me, remember?"
"Yeah, but I...well...I just--"
"No more talking." Raphael decided. In one, swift movement, he was up on his knees again, leaning over Leonardo, his hand covering his mouth gently but forcefully. His eyes said that he wanted Leo badly. Leonardo again allowed himself to be taken in. He could feel his cock swelling, heart pounding beneath the thick, hard shell. In the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong. But he didn't care. It felt too good...too right.
Raphael brought his mouth to Leo's neck, trailed it down to his shoulder, biting into skin. Leo gasped, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over him. He shut his eyes tight as Raph found his way down his plastron again, strong hands massaging the tops of his thighs.
A wave of warmth. Raphael had Leo's cock out of the shell, thick fingers stroking its length. Leonardo tilted his head back against the cold concrete, hands blindly searching for his brother's. Raphael smiled that sinister grin, and continued to stroke, rough hands moving faster, rhythmically over the length of his cock.
Leonardo tried to sit up, to stop Raphael before this went too far. Raphael ignored him however, pushing him firmly back to the floor with his free hand. Knowing that his protests were a lost cause, and giving into his passions again, Leonardo laid back, shuddering at the intense waves of bliss that flowed up the length of his ever-hardening cock.
Raphael was moving faster now, responding to the noises coming from Leonardo. It gave him an intense thrill to know that Leo's every move was in his hands. It felt like...power. He lowered his face, allowing his breath to fall on the stiff dick he held in his hands. Leo let out a helpless whine, and it was all Raphael could stand.
In an instant, Leonardo felt the sweet warmth of Raphael's mouth encase him, and he lost all control. Any hint of hesitation faded away, and all he could concentrate on was the intense feelings that large warm mouth was creating.
Enjoying the hold he had on his brother, Raphael began to lap at the head of Leo's cock, teasing him mercilessly with his tongue. Leo made a sound of desperation, his fingers digging into Raphael's biceps. Encouraged by his brother's reaction, he set out to bring him to new heights, mercilessly stroking his erection in thick fingers while encasing him in his mouth once again.
Unable to contain his composure any longer, Leonardo let out a low moan and laid his head back in ecstasy. His entire body grew tense as moist heat rubbed up and down his cock.
He felt his arousal swell to new heights as the course skin of Raphael's hand brushed up against his balls, squeezing them carefully, his mouth still riding the stiffness of his erection. He ran his teeth lightly over the head, feeling his own cock rear up at attention as his brother writhed beneath him.
"You like this?" His voice was a low growl, coated with lust.
All Leo could do in his condition was moan in response.
"You do, don't you?"
"God--Raph..."
Leo was panting, droplets of sweat coated his forehead, his arms. Raphael studied his facial expression--unreleased tension coated with intense enjoyment and desire. He felt his own desire building to unbearable heights, that wild beast inside of him ready to take charge. He plunged Leonardo's dick into his mouth again, moving with unrelentless speed, stroking over the skin with his hand as his mouth moved up and down the length of his shaft.
Leo let out a cry of ecstasy, thick fingers digging into the back of Raphael's neck. His body spasmed uncontrollably as a wave of unbelievable bliss traveled through his entire being. He sucked in a breath, eyes shut tightly as sweet warmth engulfed him. This time, the heat was not a byproduct of Raph's mouth, but of the intense orgasm that held him so powerless in its grasp.
Raphael pulled away and moved toward his brother, watching as his chest heaved with satisfaction. He waited a moment in silence, allowing him to collect his composure before making his needs known.
Leonardo didn't need to be told, however. He was more than aware that Raphael would be expecting something in return. And in fact, he was more than happy to give it. Something built up inside of Leonardo as he rose to his knees--something that he'd kept buried for eighteen years. He stared at Raphael as if he was a fine cut of steak, just waiting to be devoured.
Raphael grinned, leaning back a bit and watching Leonardo intently. There was a look in the turtle's eyes--a dark lust that Raphael would have never imagined possible.
"Your turn." Raph instructed. He reached into the lower part of his shell to pull out his cock and balls.
Leonardo just stared at him for a moment, wetting his lips in silence before slowly moving forward. As he neared, Raphael reached for him, pulling him closer. Leo knew what he wanted, and he decided that he was going to teach his brother a lesson in patience.
Leisurely, he moved toward Raphael, kneeling on the cold concrete between his legs. The cool cement felt good on his warm, sweat-soaked skin. He lowered himself very slowly, his eyes piercing into Raphael's--dark, sinister, determined. Raphael watched him silently as intense desire filled him.
Slowly, gently, Leonardo's tongue snaked up the underside of Raphael's cock. Raphael hissed, his head snapping back as if the force of this delicate touch alone was too much for him. Leo made his way to the head, encircling it softly, then pulled away, watching Raph with interest.
After a few seconds, Raphael opened his eyes, a questioning, almost pleading look in them.
"Leo, why'd you--"
But before he could finish the sentence, that wide tongue was caressing him once again. It fondled the delicate skin of his smooth balls, rubbed up and down against the taut flesh of his cock--very slowly, very deliberately.
Raphael's breathing was ragged, his eyes shut so tightly, it was starting to give him a headache. But he ignored it. He dismissed everything but the sharp, tingling pleasure that centered in the lower half of his body.
Suddenly, the sensation was gone again, the warmth of Leo's adequate mouth fading. Raphael again opened his eyes, annoyed at his brother's audacity. Leo was staring at him, watching him intently as his fingers found the soft skin of his balls. They ran over them lightly, gently stroking. Raphael bit his lip, willing himself to stare back longingly into those light, menacing eyes.
Finally, he could take no more. His patience had grown thin. He reached out his hands, cradling Leonardo's head, and forced it down to engulf his cock.
Leonardo breathed deeply, the feel of Raphael's cock in his mouth a foreign, yet pleasant one. Raphael kept his grip on him, his groans of ecstasy growing louder as he moved Leo's head up and down over the sensitive organ. Leo, too, moaned in delight, his cock rearing to attention again. The vibration sent little electrodes of pleasure through Raphael's penis, and his hold on Leo tightened.
With near-expert precision, Leo began to move his head in a rhythm of his own, enjoying the hardness he had created, using his teeth to gently tease the head. Raphael gasped in surprise and pleasure, his fingers sliding down to dig into the flesh of Leo's shoulders.
The intensity built up until Raphael thought he would burst. He pulled away quickly, taming the orgasm that had yet to come. Leo stared at him in puzzlement.
"What...Raph?"
But the turtle said nothing. Instead, he grabbed Leonardo roughly, pushing him down on all fours.
Instant panic rushed through Leonardo. "Raph, I--"
"Shuddup, Leo."
He felt strong hands running over his carapace, reaching down to massage the hard muscles in his legs. Leonardo shuddered as the hands found their way back up his body, spreading him a little. Terror washed through him for a brief second again, but he said nothing to his brother. He wanted this as much as Raphael did, he was just too afraid to admit it.
He felt the tip of Raph's cock brush up against his opening. His breath caught in his throat, eyes shutting tight as he felt the first painful thrust of entrance. Raphael let out a feral groan, his fingers digging into the skin of Leo's thighs. Leo let out a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure as intense heat filled him.
Raphael pulled out slowly, leaving only the head inside Leo's ass. Leonardo sucked in a breath as he felt Raph push again--a little less painful this time, a little more intense. It wasn't long before Raphael found a rhythm--an agonizingly slow pace, which quickly grew faster as Raphael's patience thinned.
As he pushed, the inner walls of Leonardo's rectum squeezed and caressed him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. Leo, too, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He let his inhibitions go, concentrated on the feel of Raphael inside of him.
The sensations continued to build, and Raphael began to pump harder, blindly reaching out to grab Leonardo's biceps, to dig his fingers into the back of his neck. Leo gasped, the intensity of the thrusting at his prostate combined with Raphael's desperation nearly sending him over the edge.
Raphael curled his fingers around the ridge of Leonardo's carapace. He was almost there...just a few more thrusts and then...
"A-hem!"
In an instant, the passion, the abandonment was gone, and was replaced with guilt and embarrassment. Raphael pulled away from Leo, almost painfully, the two of them turning to stare wide eyed at three pairs of astonished eyes.
"Master...Splinter?"
The others had never seen Raphael so caught off guard or utterly embarrassed in their lives. Leonardo couldn't even speak, couldn't will himself to look into their eyes.
Don and Mike just stood there in silence, gaping at the two of them in complete shock. Leonardo wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. Why'd they have to come home just then? Why?
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Leonardo gasped, his eyes flew open, and he bolted upright. He found himself sitting in his bed, fingers clutched around the blanket. Good thing the blanket was still covering his lap too, he noticed with dread. He glanced around the room. It appeared to be morning. The others were just waking up as well. He reached up a hand to rub his head, which spun dizzily.
A dream... he realized. It was just a dream...
He managed a glance at Raphael, who was sitting up in his bed, staring back at him as if he'd seen a ghost. As their eyes met, they had a startling revelation--they'd both dreamed the same thing.
Leo felt instant panic. What if it wasn't a dream? What if it had really happened? But no, that was ridiculous. He could never think about his brother that way...could he?
Raphael threw the covers away hastily and jumped up out of bed. This was one time he was really glad he was a turtle. Though the pressure in his shell was almost painful, at least his brothers wouldn't know what was on his mind. Best of all, Leonardo wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing that the dream really had turned him on.
"I'm gonna go take a shower..." he mumbled. A cold one...
As he neared the door, he noticed his master standing there for the first time. He gazed at him, noting the smirk on his face, that knowing look in his eyes.
"Good morning, Raphael. Sleep well?"
Raph felt his face grow flushed. "Yeah, I guess."
Michaelangelo was up and making his bed. He confronted his brother before he had the chance to leave the room. "Hey, Raph..." he called. "Did you have some sort of nightmare last night? Cuz you were moaning awful loud in your sleep."
Raphael shot Leonardo a warning glance and pushed past Splinter to make his way toward the bathroom.
"Shut up, Mike!" he called.
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Oh my god, he is sooooooooooooo cute :-)
look at his sweet lips, i never thought a geek
could look that good. My god, where is he from?
Oh boy, i would kill for a man with his looks. See
his beard, his hair, my god.
Boys, please, get in shape and look like him. I
would love to lay that cuttie on his back, and kiss
from forehead to toes.
Andrea baby, if you are reading this "I love you
so so much" kisses.
Michelle R S (NYC USA)
But you have to admit she is better looking than the real Andrea.
It is his own fault for having a girls name.
Christ, what a Biffa!
What's a female?