Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 1 - First Affections
#1 of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers
Introduction to the "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. I 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. I couldn't find any yiffy TMNT fanfiction out there that wasn't either spelled atrociously with the same finesse that you would get from slamming a horny monkey against a typewriter, or that was about weird characters in strange situations doing vile things to each other. Almost as if everyone was just desperate to avoid having to write about the turtles themselves. So naturally I had to write my own stories to fill the void. I realize it's a narrow audience, but hopefully someone out there will enjoy it and LEAVE ME SOME FEEDBACK! ;) * * * 
Many thanks to Knightshade for the wonderful artwork. First Affections By [email protected] Leonardo had just finished his meditation for the day and all of his exercises. Nothing but free time left for the rest of the evening. Perhaps he should start reading that new book on ancient Japan he got for his birthday, Donatello wanted to borrow it when he was done. On the other hand, it was late already and even Michelangelo had gone to bed, so 'rest of the evening' was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. The lair was quiet and all the curtains drawn on the top floor to each of the turtles' personal bedrooms. All were in their beds except for one. The blue masked turtle made his way up to the second floor of the lair, passing Donatello's doorway and he paused for a moment. A lone candle light danced about a foot or two from the curtain, which was currently drawn closed. The illumination from the flame caused the shadows to flicker from side to side in the subtle but rhythmic sound of a shifting cover. The soundless breeze of the sewer kept gathering strength and then faded again, guided by the random sweeps of an invisible hand. In the concealing curtain there were a few small holes to peek inside at whatever Donatello might be doing in his room. Possibly reading or contemplating some new trinket for the turtles to use. Whatever it was he was being fairly quiet about it. Leonardo looked through a few holes, searching for the turtle within and got a good look at the layout of the bedroom. It had had a strange construction of several bookshelves of different materials and sizes, all scavenged from junkyards and clumped together into one big bookshelf that covered the wall. It looked like it could break at any moment, and judging by the cracked wood with simple metal plates nailed over the broken pieces to hold it together, it often did. All the books Donatello could not fit up there he kept in the main room of the lair below. It was pretty much all non-fiction, everything from biology to chemistry to electronic data sheets to quantum mechanics, all this knowledge covered the wall. Most of the books were in bad condition with pages falling out and duct tape around them since Donatello could not just go to an actual bookstore, so all of these had been collected from junkyards and garbage cans in the dead of night. There was a smoothed out pile of blankets for him to sleep on and a bigger one with lots of patches to pull over himself for warmth at night. Even here various tools and bits and pieces of plastic and circuit boards lay scattered, despite the fact that his lab was down below. The observing eyes finally found a hole in the heavy, tattered curtain that fit them and settled on the turtle inside. Leonardo was about to pull away again, having reassured himself that his brother was in there, but his curiosity kept him there for a while longer. And in there he was. Tucked into his bedding as he would normally be at this hour, anyone would guess that Donatello was either asleep or reading, but the sight of him was rather surprising. Clearly he was not concerned about any peeping toms. The turtle was sitting up on his soft bed pile with his head and shoulders against the wall behind him, his thicker blanket partially covering the lower part of his legs. He had undressed for the night, devoid of his belt and protective pads - all that was left was the purple bandanna to identify him and apparently a small book, the contents of which could not be seen too well from the entrance to the room. But what could easily be seen was his erection jutting straight up, a glistening trail of pre-semen smudged across the groin section of the turtleboy's plastron while he slowly ran his fingers up and down over it, his eyes narrowed to slits of pleasure to admire whatever was in the book. Leonardo blinked at the sight. He had to stare at the scene and pick out another hole to peek through before the whole idea could sink into his mind and make him drop his jaw. They had all joked about this in the past like teenaged boys do, but... Leonardo had honestly never thought of actually.. trying it. Much like the proverbial traffic accident, he just could not stop staring. Any feeling of right or wrong about the scene that unfolded before his eyes had yet to come, for the moment he was engulfed in unbridled fascination. It was no surprise that Donatello would be the first one to give it a try. After all, he read all those books and surely having heard the idea of masturbation would drive his curiosity to investigate further into why such a thing would be practiced and how. And he was definitely practicing, his hands rather wet now with his natural lubricant of pre-seed as he continued to rub up and down his hard, throbbing green shaft. The more he did it, the more he seemed to be driven to rub a little bit faster. He paused for a moment to reposition himself, the sound of his shell rubbing across the wall as he did, and then went right back to stroking himself. He turned a page in the book, his mouth opening partway as his breathing intensified. Leonardo felt an immediate urge to see just what was in that book. He blinked a few times to try and clear his head and the implications of all this came rolling over him. "*Gasp* What would Master Splinter think?" Leonardo did not know what to make of any of this so surely Splinter would know what to do. Still, the blue one stared through the curtain, a tightening sensation building in the lower part of his plastron as he absorbed every movement. He would not be able to watch this casually for much longer, but as always he needed to know exactly what was going on in order to decide what to do. Another page was flipped, and Donatello now wrapped his hand around the stalk of his cock to give it a steady churning, the faint sound of his green hand thumping against the outside of his groin armor with each downward stroke now stole through the curtain as the turtle seemed to lose his sense of stealth the more the pleasure consumed him. After a few moments more of this, his eyes closed and the back of his head pressed against the wall as he concentrated more on the sensations than on the book, face aimed towards the ceiling now while the rhythmic thumping continued. Leonardo felt a sweatdrop gather on his forehead, and for some reason his breathing became slightly labored, speeding up in time with his brother's strokes. It was rapturing to watch, but.. something had to be done. He tried to practice what to say after barging in, but could not think of anything. The rhythmic moans that filled the room and escaped only through the tiny holes in the heavy curtain turned to a beating sound of drums that deafened his ears and made him unable to think of anything other than what Donatello was doing in his room. Without a further thought he ripped the curtain aside and stepped into the small room, staring at his brother with a grumbling glare for putting him in this awkward position. He never liked to rat on his family but they always made it necessary for him to do so. Looking at his expression, there could be no doubt that he had seen everything and knew exactly what was going on. "Donnie.." he murmured sharply in a low and asserting tone. Startled would be a simple word for it. Downright horrified might be better. The expression on Donatello's face would best fit in the 'Deer in Headlights' category. He yanked the cover up over his book upon realizing the presence of someone else, only to have what was a half-wrecked sex education booklet flop up in his face from his hurried movements, giving away several graphic pictures of sex organs as well as some cut-outs of what might be Penthouse used as a sort of bookmark. "Leo! I... was just reading a book!" He holds it up as if to justify himself. His older brother gave a sharp grunt and closed the curtain behind him again without ever taking his eyes off Donatello. He gave him a stern look and marched across the room in what seemed like lightning speed to his brother's startled senses, snatching the book out of his hands. Leonardo flipped through it and grimaced at the pictures. He did, however, seem to take his time looking through that awful, awful book. "Yeah right, Donnie." He nodded down at the large, green thing poking out under the covers and erecting a small mountain over his groin from the patched blanket, "..we'll see what Splinter has to say about this." He was not actually sure what their Sensei's position on any of this was, they had never talked to him about it, but Leonardo sure acted like his brother was in a heap of trouble. Donatello frowned about as much as Leonardo at that line, looking more concerned now than he did when he was caught in the act. The uncertainty about what their master might have to say was the worst of all. "Wait, Leo." His voice was hushed like he knew he had done something wrong and his left hand reached out to grab Leonardo's outer thigh to keep him from moving away just as he tried to turn. The somewhat sticky markings from stroking his penis were still on his fingers and were clearly felt when he gripped around the muscled leg. "Please, don't tell Master Splinter. I was just curious about it. You have to understand." Leonardo was halted from his swift escape and had to face the other turtle again. "I have to tell him." He replied in his usual solemn-duty voice, "You know we're not supposed to be doing... that." Frowning at the last word he added an overtone of disgust to his speech. Maybe because of the wet hand currently on his thigh. The blue turtle waved the book threateningly at his brother, "And this.. filth! I don't care how curious you were, that's no excuse. I'm always the one who has to bail you guys out because you're 'curious'." "It's not as bad as you'd think, Leo." He tried to reassure the other, still holding on and looking up at him. "Please, give me one minute to prove it to you. If you still want to tell Master Splinter after that, I'll take all the blame." What would happen when the others heard about it? He would never live it down. His erection seemed to have softened up quite a bit from the shock of being surprised like that in such a dire situation, but he wanted to try to solve this without getting in trouble. And he was usually pretty good at solving puzzles. "What're you talking about?" Leonardo scoffed lightly and crossed his arms to hold the book securely. His first thoughts were that Donatello wanted to show him the pictures in the book, so he made sure to hold on to that one. Just flipping through it had made his heart beat faster and put dirty thoughts in his head. "Just hold still and trust me. You can count to sixty and if you're still mad at me by the time you're done you can go tell Master Splinter. Does that sound fair?" Donatello looked to his brother's groin briefly and then back up at his face. His other hand came up to hold on to the other thigh while he waited for a response. His eyes went from the book then to Leonardo's somewhat puzzled expression. A conundrum. Almost a.. riddle. Donatello knew indeed what would trigger the leader's curiosity. He might normally not have been that easy, but in the light of the hot-headed scolding he had just given and the cloud of confusion that lay thick around his mind still poking at his consciousness with pictures and daydreams of carnal pleasure from the book, he could not spare much imagination in order to guess what Donatello was up to. Everything was focused with near giddiness on the idea of being riddled something he had to pay attention to in just a moment, how could Donnie's weird suggestion be anything else? Leonardo did, however, still squint his eyes slightly in suspicion, but mostly because he did not want to lose his cool or admit that he had no idea what his brother was talking about, so he uttered the damning words. "Aaaaaalright... sounds fair." and dragged it out for a bit. Donatello was at least in a good spot for starting what he wanted to do so he sat up a little more. "Okay. Start counting." Leonardo was waiting to be impressed, so did as he was told, counting backwards from sixty just to show off, his voice still a whisper so as not to disturb the rest of the presumably sleeping family. After a moments hesitation, Donatello brought his right hand from the thigh upwards to carefully slide it into the narrow space between the turtle's plastron and his back shell. He watched his brother's face carefully while he tucked his fingers up inside with gentle touches to search around as if he was afraid he might hurt him. His left hand stayed where it was on the thigh for support and it only took a moment for Leonardo to falter in his ambitious counting scheme and gasp at the sensation of being grabbed by all three thick fingers of his brother. His jaw dropped a bit and he nearly fumbled the book out of his own hands, but managed to catch it again before it fell to the ground. He stared down in utter disbelief and it was hard to tell if it was due to his purple masked brother's boldness or because he was a lot more excited than he thought he was. Without much searching at all, Donatello pulled out quite a handful of semi-erect turtlemeat. It must have hurt to keep all that under his shell like he did, but it had been important in order to hide his true emotions. Way too flustered to even start complaining or drawing away, Leonardo could not help feeling what the other had felt just moments earlier. Caught in the act. Now with his shaft out in the open, Donatello started to rub over it in a similar manner to how he had treated his own, though a bit more considerate. He continued to watch his brother's face for any sort of discomfort while he stroked all the way up over the end of his cock and then back down to the base, his other hand finally leaving the thigh to seek out the green balls next to them that had dropped free as well. He remained quiet for a long time while stroking very carefully to feel the flesh harden and swell between his fingers until it expanded no further, the countdown long forgotten by both parties. Leonardo was blushing furiously at the treatment and he looked like he tried to speak several times, or maybe he just became aware of his gaping jaw every once in a while and closed it. He was in a position where he did not dare to move of fear that all the new, strangely wonderful sensations that were flowing through his body would cease. Never had he felt anything close to this and his body tingled with anticipation, calming only once Donatello looked away again. The muscles in his thighs relaxed and he just stood there staring down and breathing hard. Just as Donatello had felt with himself before, the natural lubrication followed close behind the stiff tensing in the form of clear drops of precum that dripped down his hand. He swallowed hard after a silent minute of this and finally spoke up again. "There's.. pictures in the book. Of someone putting it in their mouth.." he looked up again, but only briefly, "I could do that if you want..? That is, unless you want to still go tell Master Splinter with it hanging out like this?" The glint of mischief in Donatello's eyes was apparent as he continued to stroke the long, green shaft firmly. Leonardo just sort of stared down as the words snapped him back to reality for a moment. Oh yeah, there was something about a Master Splinter he had mentioned before.. it seemed kind of distant now, like a dream from a week ago that you could only remember one or two brief glimpses from. Any kind of hindsight eluded him entirely, all he could do was nod soundlessly and even slightly timid now, his arms unfolding to hang down his sides. Another hesitation with his hand sliding out over the length of his brother's cock, and then Donatello ventured further, slowly leaning away from the wall by pulling himself forward with his hold on the muscled thigh. He first licked at the tip to taste the pre-seed there, that wonderful pink tongue making Leonardo's knees weak with indescribable desire, and then pursed his lips around the very end. The blue turtle gave a sharp little grunt at the touch and then literally melted between the fondling fingers. He exhaled deeply and pushed forward a little, the fire in his belly flaring up violently at the exquisite touch of the tongue against such a sensitive place and he got more and more keen on the idea of feeling all of that mouth surround him fully. As another hand slipped underneath to stroke the leathery balls, Donatello took to the urging motions and pulled more of the pulsing cock into his mouth. His tongue ran along the underside as he swallowed a full inch more, tasting the flavor again and then taking another inch as if savoring an expensive meal. His slick, warm mouth both stroked and squeezed the thick shaft as he explored its rubbery feel in his maw. The hand eventually left the sac below and reached down to pull the covers away so he could resume stroking his own cock some more. Motions were quicker and more urgent than before as he now had a live subject to examine and practice with. And it was so much more enticing that way. Some small part of Leonardo still wanted to run away in terror and tell on his brother, but that bit seemed to be yelling fainter and fainter by now, drowned out by the pulsing beat of his heart. The fascination from before when he had been peeking through the curtain had consumed him again and it all felt so unreal since the consequences of what was being done to him were just so mind-boggling that he could not comprehend it all right now. It all went too fast. Several meditation sessions would be called for at the very least in order to figure out how and if to tell Splinter or any of the others, but for now all that was in his mind was staring down in near disbelief at how more and more of his proud turtlehood disappeared into his brother's wet beak. Leonardo's hands itched with the want to grab on to the green head right in front of him since the hunger of passion just grew stronger with each breath, but he managed to restrain himself and took it out on squeezing the book still in his hands. The sight of Donatello resuming what he did on himself before he was so rudely interrupted also did wonders for making him shiver too. Another inch went in, then another in almost painfully slow motions until finally Donatello seemed to peak the available depth. The turtle immediately started bobbing his head back and forth on the thick cock, sliding his tongue over the bottom of it while the hand on his brother's thigh urged him to move closer with him as he tried to lean back against the wall once more. Partway through he let out a soft moan around the girth, the stroking of his cock a little distracted by his repositioning, only to resume again shortly after he was in a satisfied resting spot. It made Leonardo pant softly above and bite his lip in a grimace as if he was intensely nervous about something. Actually all he was doing was trying to find an outlet for all this sexual tension that was rapidly building up beyond his control while he was forcing himself to mostly stand still and observe. His rump muscles tensed in the gripping hand occasionally and his tail curled up the best it could along with his toes when he really resisted the urged to just shove forward and bury himself completely in the inviting throat that was going about this far too slow for his liking. Luckily for Donatello he stayed put and just ended up whimpering lightly and biting his tongue in an attempt to keep quiet while such uncontrollable desire was ignited in his belly. As Donatello leaned back all the way with his shell against the wall, however, he relaxed more and seemed content to just lick his brother's cock and masturbate himself faster, and that was not accepted for long. Leonardo followed the moving head by stepping forward and tossed the book beside him on the floor. He then stood up against the wall in front of him, putting both his hands on it above his head to form an X with his body so he could keep an eye on what was going on below as he began to take over by moving his throbbing turtlecock back and forth in the slick mouth. The purple turtle seemed rather satisfied to simply mouth the cock now as the other assumed a more active movement to bring himself pleasure. The tongue slid out along the shaft and his lips closed around it to create a brief suction all the while his head was kept in place and Leonardo did all the pushing and pulling that was necessary. In the meantime his own cock was being tugged urgently by his green hand, squeezing it here and there. His pre-semen had made a bit of a mess of the groin and the bottom part of his plastron by now, smeared out by the blanket that had been covering him until now and he let out a soft sigh, barely audible to his partner, but clearly felt as ticklish bubbles around him. Leonardo really went all out on this one. Well.. as all out as you would go on your first time. He gasped and panted against the wall while looking down to where his hips thrusted eagerly, pushing himself further back in the mouth as he grew almost desperate to get it all inside just to feel that slippery hotness engulf him to the root. Having to settle for what his brother could offer him, he was acting quite eager all the same and that made Donatello wonder exactly what he had seen when he had flipped through those pictures in the book. It was hard to tell what it was, but equally hard to conceive that he would just spontaneously be this excited about thrusting into his brother's beak like this. Either way he was definitely working on it now even if it had not been entirely his own idea. Donatello felt a sense of urgency in the ramming of the hips and judging by the way the movements became erratic while relentlessly speeding up the whole time, his partner was getting pretty close now. Letting out a second breath, he let the powerful pelvis push as hard and frantically as the other turtle saw fit, his mind more concentrated on his own shaft and how wonderful it felt to rub. As he stroked it, the idea of having his brother's cock in his mouth assisted greatly in his fantasy and pleasure. They shared an intimacy that he had known only from romance novels up until this point. His lips closed more securely around the humping green flesh although he was careful not to fully seal them for fear of the sounds that might make. Continuing his own quick motions unabated he felt his shaft thicken a little more as he felt the peak of ecstasy approaching. Leonardo fought to keep his eyes open just so he could relish in the expression of his younger brother while he willingly sucked thick, green turtledick with bulging cheeks. Unfortunately Leonardo's body did not seem to agree with that idea for too long and he soon squinted his eyes tightly as he for the first time let a certifiable moan of pleasure escape his lips. His thrusts sped up to a mad pace, sweat ran down his forehead and his fingers scraped the wall above him in near-desperation at the sudden tightening that made him unable to feel his extremities, as if his entire body had gone numb. Finally he slammed in hard against the entrance to his brother's throat and shivered from head to toes, his sac twitching a moment before his cock jerked against the warm tongue and he started cumming hard. It could possibly have been the sheer rampaging pleasure or the sensation of his brother's hot semen suddenly pouring directly into his throat, but chances were it was a combination of it all. As he felt the dominoes of fantasy and blissful sexual satisfaction topple one another, the hot ache of orgasm shot through Donatello's stomach, into his balls and then up and out of his cock at such a rate that his seed burst right up and splattered over Leonardo's rear, tail and balls evenly. The rest followed through by arching down on his own belly, leaving him to gasp and continue stroking his cock rigidly throughout the length of his orgasm and the tingling bliss that appeared soon after. Leonardo really had to bite his tongue this time in order to just end up wheezing and whimpering harshly through his nose rather than screaming his pleasure at the top of his lungs through every sewer pipe connected to their lair. He arched his head up towards the ceiling and just stood there with his vision blurred and his legs spread out, shamelessly pumping his thick turtleseed into his brother's mouth in large wads. The consequences of both being this pent-up and teased in combination with this being his first time, Leonardo just cummed his brains out. An unstopping flow of warm, salty semen splurted out and the older brother just kept going while still thrusting back and forth in the suckling beak. His immediate reaction to the warm spray that covered him from below and even went up under his shell in some places just made him push in deeper and cum more - tail and balls soon dripping down into Donatello's groin below from the mass of liquid pleasure that was too abundant to stick to him entirely. Donatello's own orgasm lingered nearly as long as the other male's, he shot spurts of white goo all across his own bared plastron before it tapered off and stopped. The last bit of it roped over his green thumb while he milked himself dry through heavy breathing around the other turtle's spent cock. His eyes were closed tightly and his muscles suddenly relaxed again after what had him tensing more than a whole day of vigorous physical training. His body was exhausted in a good way and he seemed genuinely satisfied with the whole world right now, even though he was not smiling or directly saying so, for obvious reasons. In turn, Leonardo ultimately started to relax a little as well, his panting breath slowing down as he let his head fall down between his shoulders and rest against the wall there, tickling the top of Donatello's scalp with his breaths of warm air. Looking down with almost a peaceful expression, his entire body tingled and felt warm and fuzzy all over from the post-orgasmic bliss. Any rational thought had yet to enter his mind, so for the moment he was just enjoying the view of his cock still hard and oozing into the eagerly swallowing beak. The contractions of his balls had stopped and now there was nothing but a warm, easy, pleasant sensation that filled his soul. Even after a full minute of standing like this he was afraid to pull himself away since this would probably force some form of reflection upon the events from both of the participants and eventually one of them would have to speak too. Even in his wildest imagination he could not see this happening at all. What do you say after something like this? Twenty minutes ago Donatello would never have believed that he would be doing this with Leonardo - of all turtles - and for his very first time too. Donatello had at least masturbated before, but Leonardo was new to everything. That would just go to show how difficult it was for a teenager to resist certain urges, even one as rigorously disciplined as Leonardo. It must have been that pleasure, which Master Splinter did not want them to be aware of. Or he would have said something, right? The fact that there was something out there that might so easily distract them from their training as ninjas was a dire threat indeed. Yet even then, Donatello thought, it would not have to be *that* distracting. Surely they could moderate it after the initial heated explorations and experiments were overwith. Forcing themselves not to do it as often and so forth. Donatello had many interesting rationalizations for continuing doing this, for sure. Coming back to the moment, however, the same thought occurred to him as well. What do you say? Given his situation, if it had not been for the big green cock in his mouth, Donatello might actually have said something, but only to make sure his brother was not going to tell on him. Although on second thought that was likely the least of his concerns right now, so why crash a perfectly good afterglow buzz over something like that? After all, Leonardo was still in the room with him and considering his current position there was a good chance he was safe from judgment and any further lectures by this point. He gazed almost hypnotically at the drops of white landing on his belly as they dripped off his brother's balls and rump from where he had painted him in the throes of ecstasy. Leonardo slowly and reluctantly pulled backwards away from the wall. His semi-erect shaft slipped out of the warm mouth, leaving a long strand of white from the tip to Donatello's lips when he stepped back. It dipped down in an inverted arc under its own weight and stretched out until it finally snapped, sending little droplets over the turtle's chin and down his chest. Donatello was left to only stare at the groin while it moved away from him, watching the strand of fluid as it made its temporary bridge of the widening gap between their two bodies. It broke and made him blink before looking over at the older male who was simply ignoring the wet and warm layer that was covering his rear and the inside of his thighs, and just sat down in the lotus position, lifting his head up and closing his eyes with a deep inhale. Meditation was very important to cleansing your mind of unimportant thoughts and focusing on just one subject to achieve greater wisdom. Donatello did not want to interrupt this even though it could result in very quiet pondering for a long, long time, so he sat still where he was in respect and watched, waiting patiently. As it turned out he was not exactly meditating. He had just sat down cross-legged and... did not know what to say. During the few minutes of quiet contemplation, however, Leonardo's piece shrank down again and disappeared up under his plastron to once again hide himself from the eyes of everyone. There was just so much to say that he did not even know where to start. It was obvious in his own mind that he did not want Splinter to learn about this little session, but.. how could he keep this from getting really awkward in the future? What to do? As usual, it was left to the analytical guy to break the ice of awkward social situations. "Sooo..." Donatello flushed slightly as he spoke when he felt his brother's attentive eyes focus on him again. "That felt.. interesting?" He swallowed hard again, finally washing down the remnants of the semen as his hands came to rest by his sides. What with his chest all sticky at the moment, he did not want to cross his arms over it. "You-.. you're not going to tell Master Splinter, are you?" Leonardo felt weird inside. What they had just done had felt absolutely amazing, no question about that, but now afterwards he was having serious doubts about everything and it was not like him at all not to know what to do or say in any given situation. The whole thing was wrong for so many reasons he could not even begin to count them, so he was just speechless and out of place. Still, the question swept his thoughts away for the time being and he could not help grinning at the question. "I... *don't* think so." Donatello lit up in a smile as well and pulled out a smaller blanket from the pile to toss over to the other turtle. "Better clean up." He uncrossed his legs and stood up again, figuring the rest of this conversation would be continued at a later occasion. Leonardo blushed a little while he wiped his rump clean with the blanket, his brother watching with a mischievous grin as if he was proud of his handiwork there. When he had finished he tossed the blanket onto Donatello's chest for him to clean up as well and then leaned down to kiss his forehead. "We will talk in the morning." He reassured him and then moved away to stealthily slip past the heavy curtain and into his room next door. Had it not been for his physical exhaustion he would probably not have been able to fall asleep as quickly as he did in his own bed. Donatello exhaled deeply as if he had held his breath ever since his brother had stepped into the room and he sunk down on his back in the pile of blankets that was his bed with a dreamy *murrrrr* "Damn, that was good.." he whispered to himself and reached down under the covers to touch his hardening cock and guide it up where he could jerk himself off again unseen. When closing his eyes he saw Leonardo again, smelled his sweat and heard his gasps as vividly as he had less than half an hour ago, and he knew that there would be several weeks worth of material in that experience for his own nightly fantasies...