Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 5 - Private Moments
#7 of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers series These stories are based on a mixture of the TMNT comic universe and the New TMNT 2003 Cartoon series universe. This basically means three things: 1) All the turtles have tails. Just like real turtles. 2) The age distribution from oldest to youngest goes: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo. 3) The storyline of the first several stories is that of the TMNT 2003 series. This is just to give them some context and a starting point for the author, so maybe later stories will be written to fit into the storyline of the old cartoon series. Nobody knows yet. The usual disclaimers apply. We don't own the Turtles, this is fanfiction. All credit for their creation goes to Mirage Studios. Don't read it if you're not old enough. Don't read it if you're not into turtlecest. Don't say we didn't warn you. * * * More Than Brothers - Private Moments By Donatello.tmnt [at] gmail.com Leonardo yaaaaaaawned and stretched out as he emerged from his room. He rubbed his eyes and looked over the lair. Only ones awake so far were Donatello - hard at work welding something on his lab table - and Splinter sipping tea in front of the TV while he watched his morning soaps. He still had about an hour before Michelangelo would wake up and invade the TV set. Leonardo stretched out his neck till it gave an ominous *pop* and then made his way downstairs into the kitchen to cook up some herbal tea. Raphael rolled onto his shell in his hammock and groaned; always one of the last to wake up since he was not much of a morning person.. or turtle. He tried to go back to sleep, but the damage was already done. He had woken up and those annoying morning noises from downstairs made it impossible to relax again, so he just sat up and got out of bed, reluctant to start the day. The turtle gave a long stretch to crack his joints here and there and walked over to his table to grab his gear, tie his bandanna around his head and put his sais in his belt. He looked around the room for a moment longer and felt like a ton of bricks that his feet had to drag around the place. The curtain was pulled back and Raphael stifled a yawn, rubbed his hands over his eyes and peered down into the pit of the lair a moment before he headed for the kitchen. A pleasant, warm aroma spread from the kitchen where Leonardo was busy making Japanese black tea. He emerged from the room with a tray holding three cups and a white, neatly decorated kettle. Placing the tray on a table, he poured himself a cup and left the rest for the others, retreating to a comfy chair where he could put his feet up and let his body awaken slowly. The red-masked turtle caught a whiff of freshly made tea on his way to the kitchen and changed his course towards that instead. He walked over to the table, giving a tired, annoyed morning-grumble as he got a cup himself and took a sip of it before falling over in the nearest chair. It took him a few sips to start crawling out of zombie-mode and he looked around to note the others awake, amazed he had gotten up before Michelangelo. How did that happen? Leonardo leaned back in his own chair and just gave a small smile before closing his eyes and sipping his own hot tea. The only sounds in the sleepy morning were those from the TV that kept Splinter captivated, and the occasional noise of some power tool while Donatello tinkered with his gadgets. "Mornin'" He half-mumbled and even he seemed more lazy than usual. "Morn'" Raphael murmured back and glanced over at the TV. He took another mouthful of tea and let it scald his tongue a bit before swallowing. It was not his preferred morning beverage, but it was bearable, and he knew he had to enjoy the relative quiet morning for as long as he could. Once Splinter left the TV, then the day would begin. In the other chair, Leonardo nearly passed out again, but jerked himself awake suddenly when he nodded off and he quickly took a few more gulps of tea so he would not fall asleep and spill the stuff in his lap. He got out of his chair again and felt like he ought to be doing something instead of just lazying around. He had been awake for a full 15 minutes already! "Hey Leo! Could you go topside to the garage and get some stuff for me?" Donatello seemed to have caught that semi-energetic stretch of his brother across the room and called him over. The call to duty perked Leonardo's interest and he walked over to the lab table to discuss with Donatello. Raphael in the meantime just gave a bit of a grunt and went back to his morning brew, taking a good long drink. When he tilted his head back something above caught his eye; he saw the light on in his younger brother's room. Great. Soon that hyper-energetic turtle would be bounding down the stairs and making everyone grumpy for not being in such a happy mood as him. Unless he got caught up in his comics. Just as he was climbing out of the chair and headed towards the tea pot for another cup, Leonardo finished talking to the busy lab-turtle and met Raphael halfway back to the tea tray. "Come on, I need you to help me carry this stuff." Leonardo smiled and signaled Raphael to follow him towards the elevator. Well, looked like that was the end of the morning. Raphael was definitely not a morning person, and topside excursions were prohibited anyway. Going up to the garage just to peek out into freedom under the door was starting to lose its charm. "Alright, fine fine." Raphael sighed and set his cup down. Nothing but junk up there, but if Donatello needed it then there was not much to argue about. It is doubtful he would have bothered doing it for any other of his brothers, especially at this hour. "What does he want up there anyway?" The red-masked turtle grumped while waiting for the elevator doors to open. Leonardo stepped in first, pushing the button for the surface, and grinning when they closed again to leave the two turtles alone in the small space. "It's not so much what *he* wants.." Leonardo smirked and swiftly pounced on his brother, slamming his shell up against the wall. His chestplate pushed hard against Raphael to keep him pinned and the sudden, spontaneous passion was evident in the way his beak pressed hard against his brothers, taking advantage of Raphael's brief surprise to push his tongue inside the warm mouth and kiss deeply. A grunt was all Raphael could muster at this early morning hour and it took a while before he just closed his eyes and let himself melt into the sensation. The tongue-wrestling was almost a bit too eager, but maybe it just felt that way because he had just woken up. Raphael finally returned the kiss fully and wrapped his hands around Leonardo's neck and shoulders to keep him close. He felt an arm slip around his own shell and Leonardo let the pressure off his chest a bit so he could lean forward. The hand pulled him out from the wall and onto his feet while his older brother was still grinding his plastron against Raphael. The younger turtle's tired mind was starting to return to full consciousness and he managed to keep his own balance once on his feet again, pressed up against and moving with his more eager counterpart. He groaned into the kiss, a nice way to wake up indeed, even if it was a bit of a shock at first. It certainly seemed like Leonardo had been thinking about this all through the night. He could not even wait until this evening or later when they were alone, he just had to get Raphael to himself right after they had both woken up. His lips pressed against his brother's and the first, clumsy, awkward, and a bit too passionate kiss turned more profound as he calmed down more and let the initial slather of his tongue turn into more sophisticated ticklish and teasing motions to better let the two of them enjoy the intimacy of the moment. The hand on the back of Raphael's shell moved further down and it made him groan slightly with delight when he finally grabbed a whole handful of well-muscled turtlerump to stroke. Raphael just grunted softly at the hand on his rear and he managed to breathe for a few moments as the kiss settled into a loving instead of desperate one. Not that he had minded the first variety at all. His own hands awakened in response and slipped down Leonardo's sides, tickling at the exposed skin before they came to rest at the sides of his thighs. They massaged the strong muscles there in return, his fingers brushing against the bottom edge of the other turtle's plastron as he started to grind his own hips suggestively against Leonardo's. The blue turtle moaned and enveloped his senses around the other. The strong scent of morning, the taste of his tongue and the feel of his smooth skin as his fingers brushed across Raphael's rear. The fingers sought upwards again and grabbed around the tail to stroke it firmly while his other hand brushed sideways across the green rump, grazing the edge of Raphael's backshell as it moved. Having his tail gripped and rubbed made Raphael moan out and he shifted in the tight embrace from the feelings that raced through his body. The pressure in the bottom of his shell was starting to grow. Something down there would need to be freed soon. The elevator came to a halt and the door opened up. Fortunately the only video surveillance that Donatello had set up yet was one camera looking at the garage door. Raphael shivered as the cool air from the garage hit him, but he did his best to ignore it. The thought of being caught made him hesitate in the kiss before he remembered the position of the camera, and a quick thrill filled him. Leonardo slowly drew his head back and grinned widely, quickly licking his brother's chin to catch some of the strands of saliva before they ran down his throat. That was quite a wet kiss, and the licks made Raphael smile widely. "Mmmm.. what you did yesterday was incredible..." Leonardo breathed, his hands staying in place to firmly stroke and knead the rump they had seized. The remark drew a chuckle from the red-masked turtle and he narrowed his eyes with a playful grin. "You're welcome." It had been somewhat spontaneous on his part, but so were all of his hot-headed decisions to some degree. He leaned over a bit more confidentially. "I'd do it again anytime." Raphael let a single finger trace down underneath his brother's tail, squeezing it between his rumpcheeks enough for it to brush over the sore tailhole and make Leonardo wince lightly. It had been quite a ride for both of them. "So you did like it in the end, hmm?" Leonardo chuckled and blushed a bit at the words. "Mmm.. in more ways than one." He held the other turtle close and teased Raphael's own tail back, enjoying the way it squirmed at his touch. The other hand moved up to the bottom edge of Raphael's shell and felt lightly over his hindmuscles there, remembering how powerful they were yesterday. "It was a lot better than just imagining it." Leonardo leaned forward and planted a kiss on the other's lips again, his heart beating faster at the intimacy the two shared right now. Yet he knew it would only be a matter of time before Donatello would come searching for the things they were supposed to pick up. "..when can we do it again?" "Oh, I don't know. I'm in the mood now, but it can't take much longer 'fore Don thinks we've been kidnapped or something." Raphael replied dimly with the disappointment clear in his voice. Damn the lack of time and privacy in this place. "That's alright, I wouldn't mind Don joining us..." Leonardo grinned in a playfully lewd tone. He scritches the underside of his brother's tail lightly. "Eh, he loves his computers and projects, I'd be amazed if he had time for anything else." In fact, he could not imagine Donatello aroused in any way at all. Except maybe over a new gadget. "Tonight, perhaps you could sneak into my room again? I've been aching to repay you for what you did with me." The blue turtle licked his lips slowly. He knew full well there was not enough time for this, but the temptation and the naughtiness of the whole scene was just too great to be passed over lightly. His right hand moved around to the front of Raphael's thighs and slipped up behind the bottom edge of his front shell, quickly coming into contact with the retracted bits hidden up there. His fingers felt their way curiously over the bulge there and made the red-masked turtle groan in reaction. "I'm sure that can be.. mm.. arranged. But it's gonna be the end of a long day, I think Splinter's gonna keep us busy with exercises." The pressure built against the inside of his front shell and Raphael tried to look down to get a glimpse of the green hand stuck up underneath his groinplate where it had grabbed his male turtlebits. He kept having to remind himself that the elevator could start moving down any second someone decided to check up on them, and in his mind he tried to struggle against the pleasure that could only lead to one thing. Leonardo seemed to deliberately try to get his brother excited enough to drop and the fact that he fought against it only made the game even more interesting. "Hmmm, you're probably right, but at least now we know we both enjoy this, so we don't have to wonder so much what the other is thinking." Leonardo's fingers curled around the already semi-erect shaft and angled it downwards to try and ease the pressure as it grew. "Mm-hmm." Raphael grunted lightly and did not want to drop out, not like this when there was a good chance of getting caught in the act suddenly. It usually took a while to retreat again once it was out, so he tried to focus on the conversation instead, yet it never occurred to him to forcefully make Leonardo stop fondling him. "I think you'd better.. mrr.. better stop it now." Raphael groaned deeply, his voice belying his arousal. He closed his eyes and made the mistake of indulging himself in the sensation for a brief moment. The brushing strokes of the hand overwhelmed his defenses and with a gasp he finally dropped it out of his shell. "Oh fuck Don, let him worry." He growled low. Leonardo felt a certain sense of smug satisfaction when he finally managed to coax his brother out in the open. He grinned and kept their heads close, sharing his heated breaths as his hand gripped the green shaft tighter and began stroking it gently up and down. Only just now did they both realize it was the first time they had shared this kind of intimacy. Yesterday had been different, it was more about pure lust back then. This was gentler, closer. "You.. think we should tell anyone?" Leonardo looked up. Raphael shivered at the stroking hand, feeling slightly odd at the idea as well. The first time he had been handled like this by someone else was at Splinter's lesson a while ago, and that had not been nearly as good. Probably because his mind had been far too preoccupied. "Tell them about what? Come up with an excuse for us being up here much longer than we should?" He managed with a bit of nervousness permeating his voice. Maybe they could say the parts were really hard to find or something. "About us, I meant." Leonardo smirked and kept up the motions, feeling the fleshy shaft grow larger and stiffer by the second. "I.. don't know." He replied honestly; in fact, a part of him dreaded anyone else's reactions, especially their Sensei's. There must have been a reason why he had not told them everything. Either he wanted them to explore, or he did not want them to know. Leonardo stepped back and let his brother go entirely. He admired his work, leaving Raphael erect and dropped, and panting in the elevator as the doors behind him noticed the approach and once again opened up to reveal the garage outside. "You look handsome." He winked at the red turtle and grinned toothily at the sight, trying to disguise his tease and his thorough amusement at just stopping like that in the middle of everything. Leonardo then turned and stepped out into the garage to search for the parts just to have something to show when they got back down. Raphael looked confused for a few moments and were about to demand an explanation before that limited time concept entered his mind again. Leonardo must have stopped because he did not want them to get caught. Yeah, that was probably it. Maybe he had heard a sound or something. Raphael followed into the garage and tried to calm himself down from the pleasure he had tasted a moment ago. His mind wandered and he kept focusing on the piles of junk, pretending to be searching very hard until he could finally feel himself retreat back into his shell. They both roamed around for a while until Leonardo handed a few boxes into Raphael's arms. "Here you go, they're not that heavy. We'd better hurry back now." "Tonight.. I'll keep stroking you till you paint yourself." The blue turtle promised with a whisper of excitement in Raphael's ear before he made his way back into the elevator. Raphael smirked broadly and licked his lips as he followed with the boxes on his arms. "I'll hold you to that." He murmured and heard the doors close behind him just before the elevator started to move down again. This was going to be a very long day...