Now Hiring: Leonardo

[cadalano]

-Are you a self-motivated individual?

-Can you sloppily drag a photoshop brush over a bandana?

-Do you just constantly whine about your peers, probably because you are jealous about how much more bodacious than you they are?

If you answered yes to one or more of these questions, you might be the next boy in blue

All interested parties please email me at testicLOLes@hotmail.com

Must supply your own Katanas

[Xouqoa]

Can I use my Ginsu knives or do I really need my own katanas?

[Sylvus]

pfft, that's like asking if Donatello could just use a shillelagh or some other sort of cudgel rather than a bo staff.

[cadalano]

Can I use my Ginsu knives or do I really need my own katanas?

look i feel bad for you, so i'll cut you a deal

you can be April

[Mr Bacon]

omgtrend

[Xouqoa]

Can I use my Ginsu knives or do I really need my own katanas?

look i feel bad for you, so i'll cut you a deal

you can be April

Sweet - let me get my yellow jumpsuit and microphone out of storage!

[cadalano]

cowabunga, dude!

[noel]

Sweet - let me get my yellow jumpsuit and microphone out of storage!

We know they really weren't in storage.

[Clatis]

I want to be Leonardo. I think i meet the qualifications

[Waran]

Rawr, just call me Wayne Gretzky on steroids

[Kwonryu DragonFist]

Good stuff!

[Xyun]

-Are you a self-motivated individual?

-Can you sloppily drag a photoshop brush over a bandana?

-Do you just constantly whine about your peers, probably because you are jealous about how much more bodacious than you they are?

If you answered yes to one or more of these questions, you might be the next boy in blue

All interested parties please email me at testicLOLes@hotmail.com

Must supply your own Katanas

1. You are gay.

2. You should check your PMs on Ixtlan board.

3. I'll be leonardo, but only because he is the leader!

4. I'd rather be Splinter.

[Canelek]

1. You are gay.

Oh like he does not already know that! (*hint**hint*Florida*hint**hint*)

PS: You big hunk of manmeat you.

[Xouqoa]

Sweet - let me get my yellow jumpsuit and microphone out of storage!

We know they really weren't in storage.

Clearly you are partially misinformed. I wear my orange jumpsuit to Kareoke night. The microphone wasn't in storage though, hence only being partially wrong.

[Canelek]

Yeah yeah...sure. Let's see the kareoke pics, sir!

[Dregor Thule]

I should never have joined forces with a ninja! Next time I conquer a planet, I'm using an accountant.

[Mr Bacon]

Need two people for Rocksteady and Bebop.

[Truant]

I am the Supreme Allied Commander of Turtles.


Let's Roll bitches.

[cadalano]

okay brave leader while you formulate plans n shit i'll be over... here..



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SWEET JESUS THATS TASTY

[Kwonryu DragonFist]

COWABUNGA DUDES!

I am the metrosexual pink turtle!

[Xouqoa]

GUYS GUYS GUYS!

SHREDDER IS ATTACKING THE .. UH... LUMBER MILL! GET DOWN THERE PRONTO SO I CAN GET A STORY!

[Waran]

GUYS GUYS GUYS!

SHREDDER IS ATTACKING THE .. UH... LUMBER MILL! GET DOWN THERE PRONTO SO I CAN GET A STORY!

Lead the way toots...

[Xouqoa]

Using my powers of investigatory journalism, I discovered this true story online. No wonder you guys were so anxious to find a Leonardo!

Donatello was busy in his lab setting up a new program on his computer when Leonardo burst in,
"Donnie, come quick, Mike's in trouble." Don jumped up, sending his chair clattering to the floor. He rushed after Leo, heading into Michaelangelo's room. Mike lay on his bed, moaning and thrashing around. Donatello immediately went down on his knees beside the bed, placing a hand on Mike's head, checking for a fever.
"Leo, what's going on? How long has he been like this?" Don asked, glancing quickly back to where Leonardo stood right inside the door.
Leo responded, "I don't know. Raph and I were on the couch when we heard him moaning. He said he was going to be coming in here to read his comics about an hour ago." Donatello checked his pulse next, noting that so far, everything seemed to be normal with Mike, except for that god-awful noise he was making.
"Mike, can you hear me?" he asked him gently.
"Donnie, it hurts," Michaelangelo mumbled back. Donatello breathed a sigh of relief; at least he was coherent.
"Mikey, talk to me, what exactly hurts?" Don asked while quickly looking him over for signs of wounds, bruising, or swelling.
"No," Mike responded vehemently, turning over and presenting his shell to Don and Leo, "hurts, go away."
"What the hell's wrong with the little faker this time?" Raph asked from the doorway. Donatello sighed and looked to Leonardo for support. Leo nodded and pushed Raphael back out the door, leaving also, shutting the door behind them.
Donatello looked back to Michaelangelo, who thought he had effectively gotten rid of all of them. "Mike," Don started, noticing that Mike tensed when he realized someone was still there, "it's just me now. You have to tell me what hurts. I can't fix it unless I know where it is."
"You won't be able to fix it anyway," Mike grumbled into the bed sheets. Donatello sat back on his haunches, his patience being sorely tested. Mike, however, wouldn't budge, the only noises coming from him were increasingly louder groans of pain.
Leo paced outside the bedroom door, worry etched across his face. "We outta just leave 'im alone," Raph muttered from the couch, "Splinter'll take care of it with one of his teas when he gets back."
Leo stopped pacing to glare at Raph, "Splinter won't be back until tomorrow night. You want Mike to suffer for two days?"
Raphael sheepishly looked down at the floor, "no, I forgot he wasn't coming back until then."
Leonardo resumed pacing, having effectively put Raph in his place, and cringed at the noises coming from the bedroom. In all their fifteen years, he'd never seen Mike in such a condition. Even after battle, Mike took the cuts and bruises in stride. This, whatever it was, seemed to be tearing him apart. Leo felt helpless waiting on Don's diagnosis. He'd give anything to be able to trade places with Mike. He'd willingly take whatever pain Mike felt. When Splinter left yesterday, he told Leo to take care of them. "Fine job I'm doing so far," Leo muttered to himself.
Donatello grasped Michaelangelo by the shoulders, forcing him to turn around. When Mike resisted, Don got on the bed and straddled his thighs, placing his hands on Mike's shoulders. Don was determined to get Mike's attention. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."
Mike struggled in vain for a moment before finally glaring up at Donatello, "Fine," he spat out, "It's swollen and it hurts and I can't get it to go back down. There, I've told you, now leave me alone."
Don blinked in puzzlement, "What 'it' are you talking about?"
Mike rolled his eyes, "you know, that thing between my legs."
Don's head reeled in astonishment, "What do you mean, it won't go back down? Can't you just, uh, play with it until, ummm... " Don could feel his face heating up with embarrassment at such a delicate topic.
"Tried that already. Been trying. I can't finish it for some reason," Mike mumbled, his face turning red as well. Don let go of Mike and stood up beside the bed. Mike rolled back over into the fetal position, clutching his hands over his lower abdomen. Don watched him silently, debating on what to tell Leo and Raph. He left the room and motioned for them to follow him away from the living room.
They entered the dojo and Don blurted out, "He can't jack off."
"What?" two voices exclaimed in response.
Don sighed and turned away, "you heard me, he's hard and it's hurting him. He's been trying to get it to go down and can't."
Raphael started chuckling softly. "So, what are you going to do about it?" Leo asked calmly.
Don abruptly turned to Leo, a flush heating up his face, "Me? I can't do anything about that."
"Well, what about getting him some magazines or videos," Leo stated quietly, hoping his face didn't reveal how embarrassed he was.
"He's got those already. Apparently they ain't workin'," Raph said. Leo glanced quickly at Raphael, a disappointed expression on his face. Raph shrugged, "What's wrong with that? Some of us turtles are visual learners, ok?"
Leo rolled his eyes and turned back to Don, who was now pacing around the dojo, rubbing his head absently. "Donnie, what do we do? He's obviously suffering. We can't just wait for it to go down, can we?"
"No, Leo, we can't" Don replied, "that could take a while. I don't know how long he's been in there... ummm... working at it, but it's clearly to the point that he needs help."
"What about April?" Raph asked.
"April's on vacation, remember?" Leo disputed.
"Oh yeah," Raph frowned, "Casey?"
Leo laughed, "yeah, right, Casey's going to be willing to come down here to help Mike with that kind of problem. You want to call and ask him?"
"Hmmm... ya got a point there, Leo," Raph agreed with a grin.
Don stopped pacing and watched Raph and Leo for a long silent moment, "it'll have to be one of us, then."
"Oh, hell no!" Raph growled out, backing to the door of the dojo.
Leo blocked his escape, glancing at Don with uneasiness etched across his face, "Donnie, are you sure that he needs help?"
"Yes," Don replied quietly, "unless you want to listen to him suffering all evening."
Leo sighed, "Raph, I agree then, it will have to be one of us."
"Well, it sure as hell ain't gonna be me," Raph snarled, crossing him arms over his plastron "I ain't like that."
Now it was Don's turn to sigh as he pleaded with Raphael, "Raph, none of us are 'like that,' but in this case, we have to help Mikey. Problem is who's going to do it?"
Two rounds of rock, paper, scissors later, Leo stood dejected in the dojo listening to Raphael snickering. He patted Leo on the shell as he walked out of the door, still chuckling, "let us know how it goes, fearless, okay?" Leo's shoulders drooped even more.
"Leo, I'm sorry, if there was any other way... " Don started.
"It's okay, Donnie," Leo interrupted, "one of us has to do it. I lost; it's only fair that it be me."
Leo stood beside the bed, watching as Mike tossed around, unmistakably in extreme discomfort. 'Why do I have to be the one to do this? I can't even begin to imagine what Mike would like. This has got to be so wrong in so many ways. Damn, where's Splinter when you need him. He'd be able to fix this without me having to do this.' He sat down, and Mike automatically shifted away, not turning around to see who had sat down. "Mikey?" Leo asked softly, placing a hand on his arm.
"Go 'way," came the muffled reply.
"I'm going to help you take care of it, okay?"
Michaelangelo turned to look at Leo, asking suspiciously, "How?"
"Well, I... I'm not sure," Leo stammered.
"Hmpf," Mike turned back to the wall. Leo stretched out behind Mike, placing an arm around him. Mike immediately stiffened, "Leo?" he asked hesitantly, "what are you doing?"
"Helping, Mikey, close your eyes and relax." Leo's hand started moving across Mike's plastron, softly caressing. He felt Mike relax into him. He continued caressing and slowly moved from behind him, pushing his carapace down onto the bed. Leo leaned over him and placed a hesitant kiss on his plastron.
Mike gasped and his eyes flew open, fear flickering across his features, "Leo?" he asked anxiously.
"Shhh, Mikey, relax, don't you trust me?" Leo asked him, gazing into Mike's apprehensive eyes. Mike nodded and shut his eyes tight. Leonardo smiled wryly and leaned in to kiss him, softly caressing his beak.
He gently coaxed his mouth open and pushed his tongue in to graze Mike's. This time, the moan that erupted was a soft, short sound, unlike the long, agonized ones Leo heard him making earlier. While Mike was distracted with the kiss, Leo reached down to pull out Mike's swollen cock, softly stroking it. Mike's hips came off the bed, pushing into Leo's hand, and he deepened the kiss. Leo began to stroke faster, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure Mike was making. He broke off the kiss and moved down between Mike's legs. He grasped his tail and heard his hiss of pleasure. He stroked both the shaft and tail, hoping Mike would be able to finish quickly. Leo squeezed gently and let one finger trail over Mike's balls. He watched them tighten up under his touch and grinned. Mike continued his moans of pleasure, but didn't seem to be getting any closer to orgasm. Leo stroked faster, trusting that Mike would tell him what else, if anything, he needed to do.
"Leo, I'm so close, I can't... " Mike groaned as he grasped at the bed sheets.
"Mikey, tell me what you want me to do," Leo suggested.
"Mmm... kiss it," Mike whispered.
Leo gulped, 'kiss it? Ewww. Do I have to?' "Are you sure?" he questioned.
"Please, Leo." Mike responded eagerly. Leo delicately placed his mouth on the tip and then pulled back quickly, expecting the entire ordeal to be over now. "No," Mike groaned, reaching for Leo, "not enough, kiss it again." 'Damn, why do I have to be the one in here?' Leo asked himself again.
Leo leaned back over, again placing his mouth on the tip of Mike's cock. Mike was ready this time, though, and pushed Leo's head down, causing him to take it completely in his mouth. Mike cried out, "that's it." Leo was shocked and completely unready for the sensation of having a cock in his mouth. His eyes watered as Mike forced him onto it. His tongue caressed up and down while he bobbed in tune to Mike's pressure on the back of his head. Fortunately, for Leo, the taste wasn't bad and he wasn't too repulsed by the feel. He continued sucking while stroking the base of the shaft and Mike's tail, using his elbows to prop himself up. Mike's hand remained on the back of Leo's head, setting the pace.
Mike was in heaven. He had never felt this much pleasure in his entire life. Leo's mouth was warm, soft, and wet and driving him crazy. All thoughts of how wrong this was had fled the instant Leo kissed him. At this point, all Mike could think was how right this was. Nothing he could ever do to himself would rival the feelings he was experiencing now. He felt his orgasm bubbling up and wanted to scream. He had never been this hard this long. He had to have release soon.
Leo listened to Mike's gasps of ecstasy and was feeling rather pleased himself that he could actually follow through with this. He was amazed that he wasn't totally turned off. In fact, a familiar tightening was starting to result under Leo's own shell. Suddenly, Mike stiffened and pushed Leo down hard, grunting a few soft expletives before exploding forcefully into Leo's mouth. Leo felt the hot liquid rush in and swallowed quickly. He slowly got up onto his knees, giving Mike a moment to recover. He looked up and met Mike's heavy eyes. They both blushed. "Thanks," Mike whispered.
"No problem, Mikey." Leo replied with a smile. He quickly got off the bed and went to the door, looking back to watch as Mike finally settled into a comfortable position, closing his eyes. He heard Mike's sigh of contentment. Well, that wasn't too dificult. I guess I didn't do too badly. He grinned in satisfaction and went out the door, shutting it behind him. He bumped right into Raph and Don on the other side.
"Well?" Raph asked with a gleam in his eyes.
Leo smiled, "Mike is back to normal."
"So, did you, uh..." Don stammered.
Leo glanced from one to the other, before answering solemnly, "If you want to know what had to be done, you should have volunteered to do it. I don't kiss and tell."
With that, Leo was gone, heading to his room, to take care of his own discomfort. Don and Raph watched him go, then silently opened Mike's bedroom door, wondering if they could get him to tell. "Damn," Raph growled when they discovered Mike was already sound asleep, a smile on his face.

PART 2

Leo emerged from his room later in the evening to discover the lair strangely quiet. He assumed Don would be holed away in his lab. As he passed Don's closed door, he saw the note attached to the doorknob reading 'only Nerdz allowed' in Mike's unmistakable handwriting and nodded in confirmation. Noticing the lack of noise present in the lair, he wondered where Mike and Raph could be. He couldn't fathom that they could be in the lair and not have the television or radio blaring. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat down at the kitchen table. No sooner had he settled himself in the chair when the two he was worried about threw open the door from the sewer and loudly came through the entrance.
"Where have you two been?" Leo asked, sipping his orange juice. He hid his face behind his glass to prevent Raph and Mike from noticing his uneasiness at their being on the surface together unescorted.
"Casey's," Raph replied, quickly settling into a seat across from Leo, his expression containing a 'what of it' glare. Leo didn't allow Raph's glare to upset him. He was feeling generous today and decided not to remind him that Splinter had left him in charge, which meant that he was supposed to know when and where they were going before they left.
"We brought leftovers," Mike grinned, holding up a bag of gladware containers. He placed them on the table, before hurrying over the to the couch to turn on the t.v.
Raph snatched Leo's glass of orange juice and started opening the containers. "I didn't get to finish eating earlier. Mike wanted to get back to watch his show," he explained in response to Leo's questioning gaze.
"How is Mike?" Leo asked nonchalantly, watching Mike absently twirling a 'chuck, engrossed in the television.
Raph grinned, "He's just great, never better, you must be one hell of a good lay."
"Raph," Leo growled in warning, silently hoping that Mike had not divulged the details of their actions.
Raph raised his hands in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, I give, but only if you tell me what you did to him." He drained the rest of Leo's orange juice and waited for Leo's explanation. Leo's response was to push away from the table, place his now-empty glass in the sink and head down the hall.
Leo spent the remainder of the evening in the dojo by himself, practicing and meditating, trying to get Mike off his mind. The scene in Mike's bedroom kept replaying in his head, the passion, the hunger, and the feel of Mike in his mouth. His exercise did little to ease his frustration. His hunger for food didn't catch up to him until after they had all retired for the evening. He silently crept into the kitchen, not wanting to wake anyone, and fixed himself a sandwich. Ten minutes later, he was cleaning his dirty dishes when Mike walked in.
"Hey, Leo," Mike said softly, entering the kitchen and leaning against the doorjamb.
Leo glanced up, "Hey Mike, did I wake you?" Leo noticed that Mike did in fact look like he had just awakened. His eyes were a little puffy and his movements sluggish. Leo stared at him as Mike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He had never realized before now, how incredibly adorable Mike was when he was just waking up. He had a lazy cocky grin and half-closed eyes. He looked sexy. Leo shook his head to clear his thoughts, before abruptly looking back down to the sink, his face revealing his embarrassment at his thoughts. He hoped Mike wouldn't be able to discern his sudden lustful mood.
"No, I was already awake, can't sleep," Mike mumbled, looking down at the floor and switching his weight from one foot to the other.
Leo watched his nervous actions and couldn't help but tease, "You don't need me to help you fix that problem too, do you?"
Mike looked up quickly and flushed, "Uh, Leo, about that, you know, it was really nice. Well, nice doesn't really do it justice. I'm not even sure I could describe how it was. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Mike," Leo replied, amazed that he was actually having this conversation with him. He had incorrectly thought that they would just be able to forget about it after it happened. He had thought of little else all evening and now, Mike was purposely forgoing sleep to discuss it. He put the dishes away and turned to face him fully, waiting patiently to hear why Mike had sought him out. He didn't have to wait long.
Mike continued, "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you. I was going to return the favor."
Leo felt his breath catch, "What?" he asked softly. This certainly was not what he had expected to hear. As much as he wanted Mike to do exactly that, he couldn't allow it to go any farther than it had already.
Mike looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet Leo's eyes for fear of seeing rejection, "I want you to know how it feels."
Leo groaned, "Mikey, you can't do that, we can't do that. What I did for you, I did because I had to, because you needed it, because you were suffering," he explained.
"But, I..." Mike started.
"Mike, no," Leo interrupted, "wanting to know how it feels is not reason enough to do what we did." Mike raised his head, meeting Leo's eyes. Leo clearly saw the disappointment in his expression. "Mike, listen to me. We can't do that again, ok? It's wrong."
"But, Leo, it felt so right," Mike said softly. Leo's expression didn't waver. Mike sighed and trudged out of the kitchen.
Leo watched him go. "I know, Mikey, it did feel right," he whispered to the empty doorway. He wished he could say 'to hell with it' and follow him. His mind warred with itself. Half of him felt resolution with the situation. The other half felt a keen sense of yearning.

The next evening, Splinter arrived back home and immediately sensed something wasn't right with his sons. There was a nervous sense of frustration lingering in the lair. At first he assumed it must be Leonardo and Raphael, but the way they were acting around each other did not suggest that they had fought while he was away. Splinter could not imagine that Donatello would be involved in anything he would have reason to be nervous about, which left Michaelangelo.
Splinter approached Michaelangelo, leading him to his room so they could speak away from the others. He was immediately fidgety, a fact that Splinter took note of and which confirmed his suspicions. He sat across from him and asked softly, "Michaelangelo, is there something I need to know about?" Mike looked down, hiding his eyes from his sensei, trying to come up with something reasonable to tell him. The silence stretched for a long indeterminate moment as Splinter waited patiently.
A soft knock at the door brought a relieved sigh to Mike's lips, to be replaced with a worried frown when he saw who entered at Splinter's request. Leonardo stepped in and bowed, sparing Mike an apologetic glance. "What do you need, Leonardo?" Splinter asked.
"Sensei, please excuse Michaelangelo. I would like to discuss an issue that has developed between me and him," Leonardo respectfully requested.
"You do not think Michaelangelo needs to be present?" Splinter questioned.
"I would rather he not, sensei."
"Michaelangelo, you are excused. Please wait outside my door," Splinter said to Mike. Mike jumped up and left quickly, barely hearing Leo's whispered apology.
Leo sat down in front of Splinter and related the events of the last two days. They had never been able to keep secrets from him. Now was no exception. Mike would have eventually broken and told him. Leo wanted to be the one to receive the punishment for their actions. Mike had not asked for Leo's help with his problem, therefore Mike should not be held responsible for what had transpired.
Leo left out of his narrative the details of the encounter, only telling Splinter of the nature of the problem and of his assistance with it. As he got closer to the end of the tale, he got more nervous. His sensei had never discussed sexual acts with them, leaving them to discover what sex was about through television and the magazines that made it to their home by means of raiding the dumpsters. Leo was certain of his disapproval and felt ashamed that he had to be discussing it with him now.
Splinter listened to the account patiently, not speaking until Leonardo had finished. "Do you feel you acted appropriately in dealing with that problem?" Splinter questioned. He kept his expression indifferent. He wanted to discern Leonardo's true feelings on the subject. He had been expecting the question of sex to be brought to him eventually. Four teenage boys living in such tight quarters with no outside influence or relationships other than April and Casey was a problem waiting to happen. He had simply not expected it to come up in the manner that it had. Now that it had come up, it needed to be dealt with. His two sons needed to confront their frustrations and yearnings and move on with their lives.
Leo met his gaze steadfastly, "Yes, master, I did the only thing I knew to do."
"Then, Leonardo, my son, what is the problem?" Splinter's voice was calm and in control, not allowing any emotion to be present in his tone. He wanted Leonardo to trust him and not let fear of punishment keep him from explaining his actions and the repercussions.
"I am afraid that my judgment will be impaired, now that I have had that sort of encounter. I feel I am not worthy to be a leader to my brothers. I am afraid I will show weakness in battle because of favoritism toward him." Leo's admission was delivered steadily, his voice showing no inflection. He was secretly afraid of what Splinter would think of him and how he would react, but he had been trained to keep his feelings to himself. He was to be aware of them but not be governed by them. Splinter had taught him well; Leonardo's face and voice mirrored his master's.
Splinter placed his hand on Leonardo's head, smiling gently, his expression pensive, "Leonardo, for fifteen years I have been teaching you and molding you. You are almost past the age of my instruction. In this, I can not tell you what is right or wrong. You must decide that for yourself. I can only guide you. Listen to this, though, and please take it to heart. Your ability as a leader to your brothers will not change because of favoritism. I chose you to be the one responsible for them because of your mental strength and your sense of honor and justice, and because of your fairness."
He allowed Leonardo a moment to absorb all that he had imparted, while he chose his next words carefully. He did not want his son to think that he condoned what he had done. He also did not want him to be afraid of his emotions. "While I feel it would be ideal for your emotional and mental health to remain uninvolved sexually, I understand that is far too much for me to ask of any of you. Leonardo, you must decide for yourself how you will deal with this situation."
Leo silently pondered his words for a moment, grateful and a little amazed that Splinter wasn't condemning him for what he had done with Mike.
"Now, I am sure your brother is still waiting. He will want to know if he is to be punished. Go to Michaelangelo and resolve your issues." Leo stood and bowed, then exited the room.
Mike was indeed still waiting. He had crouched down in the hallway and was nervously fiddling with his kneepads. "Well?" he asked impatiently, looking up as Leo shut the door behind him.
"Let's take a walk," Leo responded coolly, heading to the door.
Mike jumped up and followed him closely, watching him and trying to decide whether Leo was brave enough to tell Splinter. Both were silent until they had exited the lair and were on a rooftop, secure in the waning light of dusk. By the time they stopped walking, Mike had determined that Leo actually was brave enough, "You told him didn't you?" he accused.
"Did you think he wouldn't be able to tell?" Leo countered, turning to face him, only inches away, "What were you going to say when he asked you about it?"
Mike shuffled his feet, "I'd have thought of something," he muttered, his stubbornness revealing itself.
Leo's eyes flashed, "You were going to lie?"
Mike looked chagrined, "Okay, you're right, I wouldn't have been able to lie. Sensei always could see right through me."
"Exactly," Leo stated matter-of-factly, crossing his arms and looking down at Mike's contrite expression.
Mike asked quietly, his voice resonating with anxiety, "Is he mad at us?"
Leo allowed his stern countenance to soften into a gentle smile, his voice reflecting his amazement and relief, "No he's not mad."
Mike sat down on the roof and dangled his feet over the edge, "So, what now?"
Leo joined him, staring off in the distance, his face wrinkling into a frown, "Master Splinter says we need to discuss our issues and work through them, but truthfully, I don't know where to begin."
Mike glanced over at Leo, pretending shock, "What? Our great leader doesn't know what to do?"
"Shut up," Leo laughed, swatting playfully at him. Mike caught Leo's arm, and the mood suddenly shifted. Nervous tension ran through both of them, beginning where Mike's hand touched Leo. Their eyes met in shock, their innocent depths revealing their wonder. As they sat gazing at each other, Mike slowly raised his other hand to Leo's face, lightly caressing his cheek.
"Mike, stop," Leo whispered, with very little conviction backing up his words, not taking his eyes from Mike.
"I can't," Mike whispered back; he truthfully felt as if he could easier force himself not to breathe rather than stop himself from touching Leo. He saw the desire start to develop in Leo's eyes and felt his own longing curl in the pit of his stomach. Time seemed to stand still as Mike slowly leaned over to delicately press his lips to Leo's, kissing him the way Leo had taught him just two days before. What started as a hesitant pressure soon deepened into a definite urgency. Mike's tongue pushed it's way into Leo's mouth, eliciting a moan from Leo and a gasp of pleasure from Mike. Their tongues caressed each other, stroking softly, then becoming more insistent and rough.
Finally Leo pulled away, panting for air, trying to calm both his wildly beating heart and his growing desire. When he opened his eyes, he groaned aloud. The dark passion in Mike's eyes driving his own stark lust back up immediately. "I need you," Mike told him, almost calmly.
"God, Mike, I can't...we can't do this." Leo ground out between gritted teeth, cringing when his husky voice betrayed his need.
Mike watched him for a moment, then decided to call his bluff. "Fine," he said, standing up a little unsteadily, "see you back at the lair." He turned away slowly, hoping that Leo wouldn't allow him to leave.
"Mike, wait," Leo called to him. Mike released his held breath in a quiet sigh of relief, turning back to face Leo. "Please don't leave," Leo requested.
Mike wordlessly sat down again beside Leo and listened as he rationalized what they were about to do. "We've got to get this frustration out of our system. We need to deal with it and get over it. If we don't, the tension will be constantly distracting us. Even sensei said we need to deal with it."
Mike smiled before interrupting, "Damn, Leo, just shut up and do it already." Leo growled and grabbed for him, forcefully crushing his mouth into Mike's, his fingers painfully biting into Mike's biceps. The pain didn't even register in Mike's mind, though. This is what he wanted, what they both wanted and needed. The heady feeling of desire pushed all other rational thought from both their minds.
Mike's hands were all over Leo's body, caressing places Leo had no idea could feel so good. They trailed across his shoulders, his nails lightly brushing him. He squeezed and massaged Leo's biceps and forearms. He reached one hand down to grasp Leo's thigh, gradually kneading the tight muscles closer and closer to Leo's groin. Mike's mouth quickly followed the path his hands had taken, only pausing for a moment so they could move away from the edge of the rooftop. His lips started at Leo's shoulder, tracing the lines of muscle, and worked their way down his arm. He nipped and licked at the soft skin in the crook of Leo's elbow, before sliding smoothly across his wrist. He placed his mouth around one of Leo's fingers and watched Leo's eyes as he slowly licked it before sucking it completely in his mouth.
Leo watched Mike's lips on his finger. He watched his tongue swirl around the tip. He could easily imagine those lips and tongue on his cock, sucking and licking. He felt himself growing hard, his shaft painfully pushing against the inside of his shell. Mike's eyes were on him, the erotic desire that was so evident in them threatening to melt him.
Mike pushed Leo down and leaned over him, trailing his tongue down the center of his plastron, gently nipping at the edges. He wanted to take it slow, to take Leo to the absolute edge of ecstasy, but it was already killing him. His own cock was painfully hard and throbbing. He felt Leo shudder underneath him and smiled. His hand reached inside Leo's shell and grasped his cock, squeezing it, marveling that it could actually get even harder. Leo groaned and reached for Mike's shoulders, gripping them. Mike willingly let himself be pulled into his embrace. He breathed deeply of Leo's scent, his maleness mixed with the smells traveling on the night air. Mike's tongue flickered over Leo's throat, tasting and teasing. He felt Leo's pulse increase and knew his own probably matched it. He pulled Leo's cock out from his shell and started stroking it, oblivious to his own pulsating need. Leo's sounds of gratification urged him on. Remembering how it felt to have Leo's mouth on him, he pulled out of Leo's embrace and leaned over his shaft, wanting him to have the same pleasure he had experienced.
When Mike's mouth closed over the head of his cock, Leo's mind screamed with ecstasy. He felt himself enveloped in soft warmth. His hips involuntarily thrust up, trying to push himself even deeper. A low guttural growl erupted from deep in his throat, his hunger surprising both himself and Mike. The feel of Mike's tongue caressing him was unlike any other experience he had ever had. Mike tightened his lips around Leo's rigid shaft, taking it completely in his throat.
Mike's hands remained on Leo's body, stimulating his nerve endings all over. They were on his plastron, softly caressing, and on his thighs, roughly stroking. Leo felt himself getting close to release and tried to push Mike off of him. Mike shook his head and continued sucking, letting his tongue travel up and down the length of it. Leo cried out as he felt his orgasm making it's way to the surface. He let go as waves of pleasure rolled over him. Mike didn't let up until Leo had been completely drained.
Leo slowly made his way back to reality, the blinding intensity of his orgasm leaving him breathless. He glanced up and saw Mike regarding him steadily. "Amazing," he whispered to him.
Mike grinned, "told you so."
Leo sat up and kissed Mike soundly, tasting himself on Mike's tongue. He pushed him down to the roof, reversing their positions. Mike didn't hesitate. He let his rigid cock drop out of his shell and Leo immediately latched onto it, softly stroking it with his lips and tongue. This time, Leo didn't hesitate to take it completely in his mouth. There was no need to question how Mike liked it. He took him fully into his mouth, relishing the sharp taste of the precum oozing out of the tip. Leo licked the shaft from the tip to the base. His hand replaced his mouth, caressing the head, as his tongue made its way down his cock.
He gently teased Mike's balls, rolling his tongue over and around them. He took them in his mouth and sucked greedily, feeling them undulate under his tongue. He tugged lightly at the sac with his teeth. Mike's hiss of pleasure and his bucking hips assured Leo that he was enjoying it. He continued stroking his cock, squeezing gently. Leo licked underneath Mike's balls, accidentally grazing Mike's ass before returning to lick the tip of his shaft. Mike's response to Leo's accident was immediate. He gripped Leo's bandanna and pushed his head back down to his ass. Leo was surprised but did what Mike was silently requesting
Leo licked around the opening shyly, not really knowing what Mike expected. He felt Mike squirm underneath him and licked more intently. He instinctively pushed his tongue into Mike and felt Mike's entire body tense. He worked his tongue around the outside of the hole before sliding it in and out, going a little deeper each time. Soft murmurs of appreciation were making their way from Mike's mouth, amidst the moans and groans of satisfaction. Leo couldn't help but take it one step farther. He licked his finger and placed it at his hole, gradually pushing it in. Mike cried out and Leo immediately pulled his finger back out, thinking he had hurt him. Mike's ragged voice and passion-filled eyes assured him otherwise, "Don't stop, Leo, please, don't stop." Leo placed his mouth back on Mike's shaft and returned his finger to his anus. He sucked him intensely as he thrust the tip of his finger in and out of him.
Every time Leo's finger pressed into him, jolts of pleasure stabbed through Mike's body. He knew he wouldn't last long, with Leo's warm soft mouth around him and his thick finger inside him. His grip on Leo's bandanna tightened as he felt his climax getting closer. Mike's world exploded, the force of his orgasm leaving him reeling, as his come jettisoned down Leo's throat. He came down from his high slowly, trying to get the world back in focus, as Leo licked him clean. He pulled Leo down on top of him, holding him close. Mike savored the aftermath, enjoying the feel of Leo's lips resting against his neck.
They lay that way for a quiet moment before letting words disturb their solitude. "Leo, do you think we can do this again, sometime?" Mike asked shyly.
Leo sighed before leaning up a little to look Mike in the eyes, "Mike, as much as I want to say yes, I can't promise that it will happen again. Being with you feels so natural, but I'm still sure that we shouldn't be doing this."
Mike's fingers tenderly stroked Leo's carapace, not wanting to let him go just yet. His eyes remained on Leo's, "Well, can you promise that it won't happen again?"
"No, I can't promise that either." Leo whispered, enjoying the feel of Mike underneath him, but knowing that the temporary boundary to their relationship had to go back up, at least for now.
Mike grinned, "Fair enough."
Leo stood up, reaching out a hand to help Mike up, "Come on, lets get back home before Raph and Donnie realize that we're out here alone together. I don't want them knowing any more than they do already."
With secretive smiles, they walked arm in arm back to the lair.

[Sylvus]

Yeah, I officially hate you now, Xouqoa.

[Cotto]

*snort*

[cadalano]

you just strangled my inner child to death

[Xouqoa]

I think, actually, it was Leo who was doing the strangling.

[noel]

I guess now is as good a time as any to CLEAN MY FUCKING INTERNET CACHE OUT and FORMAT MY FUCKING HARDDRIVE. ><

[Mr Bacon]

According to my calculations, this sucks!

[Dregor Thule]

Might as well just move this into the Archives section right now, it's a classic! Avatar changing, amphibian slash fiction, Zoocow in a yellow jumpsuit... CLASSIC I SAY

[Xyun]

You dirty rat, you killed my brother!

[Niffoni]

Dammit! No Baxter Stockman icons?? For shame!

[Truant]

I have formulated a plan of attack.

Step 1. Kick Xou in the nuts.

Step 2.

Step 3. Order a Pizza.

[Laliana]

rofl...Zoocow I u

is there a part 3?

that should be all it will take to really throw these guys over the edge.

[masteen]

Apparently my policy of never reading walls of text saved my childhood from being raped. Was it homoerotic turtle on turtle action or a beastiality gangbang featuring April?

[cadalano]

i dont think anyone would have a problem with april getting turtle souped. Especially when its Xouqoa pretending to be april

[Nick]

Fuck you Xouqua

[Mr Bacon]

that's hot.

[miir]

I'd hit it.