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Leon had woken up a little later than he would consider a "good time" to get up. It was around ten at night, and as he expected, he was alone in the bed. Not that he took it any sort of way, no. He and his brothers get up at nine to make breakfast, but these guys probably actually have a training schedule. The dojo would be enough of a place to train, right?
Without the other's warmth, he felt the chill of the room, despite the blanket wrapped around him. The slider nuzzled his face into the pillow, taking in the scent. Leonardo's musk remained, prominent and thick. There was a faint trace of burning sage and.. something else. Something similar to when he was fucking him senseless into the tatami mats of the dojo. From the teasing alone, Leon figured he would be good, but that was far beyond anything he could have thought of. Maybe he'll even get progressively kinkier.
How often will they fuck, he wondered. How long until his brothers joined in? He shivered at the next thought.
How long until he got Donnie to fuck him?
With his attitude, he might have to top, but he didn't mind. No, not at all. He'd gladly ride that nerd's dick like he'd never get another chance. He was just used to his Donnie being way more aggressive, but he didn't mind a challenge.
Leon yawned loudly and stretched against the comforter. He figured he should get up soon, since the others were definitely up. Or maybe it was an off day and Leonardo was training by himself. He just got that vibe from him, that he'd stay on his toes despite the lack of activity. At least he'd get to watch him train.. The idea was enticing enough. He sat up from the bed, raising an arm to wipe the sleepy from his eyes. There was a sting, and he winced, rubbing the underside of his tail as gently as he could without really disturbing it. Oh, right, sex does hurt after a while. A blush found its way to his face. Even though it hurt, it was a reminder of what they did. A foreshadowing for their future activities.
He could not make himself horny first thing in the morning, he needed to get up now.
Deciding to not be an asshole, he made up Leonardo's bed before leaving. As much as he wanted piss him off, he wouldn't do unnecessary things such as leave his room a mess. That was just mean. If anyone left his room like that, they would have to deal with a very not-sexy type of anger from him. The "so you wanna fight?" type of anger. Sure, that type of anger could turn sexy, but it didn't always. As much as this Leo was "Leonardo", he still didn't know much about him. He was very mysterious compared to himself. They'd probably say the same thing about his Raph.. It must be a leader thing.
He finally stood to leave the room, making sure to close the door behind him. The moment he moved past the concrete walls, he could hear movement and thumping coming from his left. It was muffled, just barely audible to the untrained ear. Maybe they were all sparring? All four of them? He'd certainly love to see the difference in their fighting styles. Who pins who, who's the strongest. Or the sexual tension..
Training with his own brothers was always a chore. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he slowly trudged through the living room. The only reason it was a chore was because one or all of them would get a hard on, and it would always go from punching chests to pounding prostates. He wouldn't whine about it though. It was still good exercise. He read somewhere that having sex burned just about as much fat as working out did. Then again, someone else said the same thing about sleeping, but he did nothing but gain like two pounds that week. Needless to say, he looked at some rather unreliable information.
And he will continue to do so.
The closer he approached to the room, the clearer the sounds got. Every time someone hit the mat, a punch was blocked, and the telltale woosh of Donnie's bo-staff. Then there was this muddled noise he couldn't place. It sounded more vocal, like someone was speaking. Were they talking to each other? It wouldn't be abnormal, he and his brothers exchanged witty and flirty banter during their sessions too, but he didn't know about these guys. How long had they been talking? He stopped for a moment, biting his lip. Had they been talking about him..?
No, no, he had already learned his lesson. Everything wasn't about him. They could be chatting about the weather, or maybe Donnie was rambling about random nerd shit again. Maybe Raph was talking about.. hitting.. things? Okay, maybe he should take the time to get to know them more before fucking them so much.
Leon swallowed as he arrived at the sliding doors of the dojo. He could faintly make out their outlines moving and twisting on the other side since the material of the door was mostly opaque. He pushed down the random anxiety, then put on his usual look, sliding the doors open.
"Gooood morning, not to worry, your favorite ninja is here."
Way to show he learned his lesson.
He placed a finger gun under his chin as he interrupted their practice. There was a cry from Mikey as he lost his balance and went careening into Donnie, who squeaked and fell backwards into Raph, who took a tumble as well. The only one left standing was Leo, an unphased, yet mildly amused expression on his face.
"Great, another bonehead." Raph huffed, then kicked his brother off, earning a "waa!!" from the genius as he rolled across the room. Mikey shot up to his feet, his eyes brightening at the sight of the slider. "You made it!" He exclaimed. "I thought you were gonna sleep in all morninnggg."
He made a show of holding his arms out like a zombie, and Leon snurked, walking up to him and patting his head. "You have no faith in me whatsoever. I wouldn't have slept in if someone," He paused, glancing at Leonardo with a playful glare. The shorter pouted at him. He could practically hear the "how is it my fault?" from afar. "Had woken me up on time."
"Wake yourself up on time, genius." Raph dusted himself off with the retort, ignoring the "hey!!" from Donnie as he bumped a hip against him when he tried to stand up, knocking him over again. "It's what we do. Y'know, why we're here on time?"
"Ohohoo, someone's sassy this morning. Just because I'm half awake doesn't mean I can't kick your ass, big guy." Leon approached the red terrapin, and poked a finger to his forehead. Raph growled in response, and was about to fling himself at him when Leonardo intervened. "Knock it off, you two." He demanded. He gave Leon a particular look that, if he didn't know any better, he would say it was just an intimidation tactic. But no, he's seen it before. Right before he got his ass pounded into oblivion. He wanted to egg it on, but training seemed to be something Leonardo took seriously, even with the passing of their Splinter. He tried not to think about that whole ordeal, really a mood killer.
"We're not done with training." Leonardo stood in the center of the dojo, in front of the shrine for their father. The others lined up accordingly, Mikey on the left of Raph, and Donnie on the right, who used his tongue to raspberry at Raph in distaste. Raph only rolled his eyes.
Leon watched them easily take Leonardo's orders from behind. His brothers never listened to him like that. It was like.. they had common sense and knew who their leader was. His own brothers however, well.. They didn't listen to Raph in the first place, so he really shouldn't be surprised at any capacity. Plus, it wasn't like them to act like pure soldiers anyway. That's who they are. "We be we" is their motto, and it does well.
He did wish they could just.. stop sometimes, though. Ugh, Donnie never stops.
"Leon?" Leonardo's voice cut through his thoughts, bringing his attention back to him. His stern look was gone, replaced with something much more compassionate and soft. "Care to join us with sparring?"
"Uh, yes!" Leon responded eagerly. This is exactly what he was looking forward to! Leonardo gestured for him to come up and he decided to be extra about it, cartwheeling over Raph, and hearing his irate grumbling. He faced Leonardo, clearly ready, full of energy. "You can pick who you wish to spar against."
Leon hummed thoughtfully and looked among his choices. "Oh! Me! Me, pick me! Me, me, me!" Mikey raised his hand, waving it desperately to gain his attention, but Leon had other plans. He smirked, staring dead at Raph, who stared dead back. He'd made his choice before he even came up here.
"The hot headed puta in the middle." Leon grinned, toothy.
Raph's own smirk bordered on dangerous, and he could almost see the vein popping out of his head. "Oh, you're on, fruitcake."
Suddenly Leonardo looked like he wanted to backtrack, but Raph was up and stomping over to face his opponent. The leader sighed and took his place hesitantly. "Just.. don't hurt each other too bad."
"No promises." Leon and Raph spoke at the same time, one irked and the other only amused. Leonardo looked exasperated, then gave the cue. "Hajime."
Leon snickered, and the two began to circle each other. Raph was weaponless, since he was weaponless and that would only be fair. It was only a matter of time before the shorter turtle charged him, and Leon did so as well. They collided together, hands grasped within each other's fists and feet digging into the tatami mats. Raph was strong, stronger than he honestly thought, he'd give him that. He could feel his body being pushed back by his pure strength. They aren't the only ones who've been training, though. Leon knew a few tricks as well.
"You seem eager to prove yourself, big daddy~" Leon winked at him, and Raph blinked, growing flustered. His eyes flew wide, and pink dusted his cheeks as he muttered a "What?"
Leon took that opportunity to swipe his leg, grab his wrists and fling him over his back. He heard him yell out as he damn there flew across the room, landing and rolling onto the floor. The slider dusted off his hands, then turned to the others, who were staring at him in astonishment. He raised an eye ridge. "What?" He questioned. "My Raph is like.. three times his size. Think I'm not used to a little tough talk?"
"Dude!" Mikey called, fist pumping the air. "That was sporadic!"
"I thought we've established that that is not what that word means." Donnie poked his head past Leonardo to look at his little brother.
Raph pulled himself off of the floor, one hand on his head. Leon, knowing good sportsmanship was always the way to go, of course, rocked his hips back and forth in a little victory dance, then put his hands on his hips, a triumphant look on his face. "Shouldn't expect less from a battle nexus champion!"
Mikey eagerly clapped for him as he did a goofy hero pose, and he turned to look at his audience. Donnie had a look, like he wanted to say something, and he probably would have if Raph didn't speak first.
"Hey!" The shorter terrapin threw himself back onto his feet. Angrily, he rubbed at his neck and marched back over. Leonardo put a hand on his face. Ah, so the short stack wanted a rematch? Leon smirked at him. He shouldn't embarrass him too much, he did eat him out, and did a damn good job at it. Maybe he could get him to fuck him tonight. That is, if he..
No, he's gonna have to lose, isn't he?
Leon groaned internally. He didn't want to lose if he didn't have to! He hates losing.. Against Mr. Angry turtle no less.
"Raph," Leonardo began to speak, but the shake of the red turtles' head solidified that he wouldn't listen to reason. "I'm not finished with you."
"Bring it, papi." Leon held his fists up. Raph charged him again. Leon blocked a right hook, then a left hook, jumped when he kicked out a leg and took a step back when he tried to grab him. In that same motion, he moved forward again, throwing a punch that was meant for his chest, but Raph side stepped it. Leon gasped in surprise, and before he could correct his position, there was a hand on his arm and leg. The momentum in the punch itself was used as leverage for Raph to pick him up and throw him onto the floor, which his body collided into with a grunt.
He wasn't done though. Catching his breath, the slider twisted his legs to get back onto his feet and go again. He went with a much more forward approach, grabbing and redirecting the punches Raph started to throw at him using the hands of a gangly llama. Raph seemed surprised that he was so fast, his eyes widening as he took a step back. He moved forward again, and Leon backed up to create some distance before throwing himself at him. Raph yelped as Leon pressed his whole body weight into his chest with the tiger claw technique, and bounced back off.
He felt confidence surge in his chest. He knew what to do. "You wanna walk away now pal." He said, then snaked his arms in a serpent like stance. "I'll use the seven deadly vipers- GYAH!"
He didn't even get to finish before Raph was letting out a battle cry and tackling him. He managed to get him on his stomach, sitting on his shell and pulling at his leg. "Owowowowww!" He banged his hands on the floor, comical tears of pain in his eyes. "I yield, I yield!!"
Raph let him go, and he rolled back onto his shell.
"That was so-!"
"If you say the word sporadic again, I'm gonna hit you."
"Yame." Leonardo sighed softly, then stood up. Leon watched him tower over him as best he could with swirls in his eyes, lying on the floor as if he'd been mangled by a rabid bear. He groaned painfully, and his counterpart hoisted him off the floor. "You okay?"
Physically? Yes, he was just fine. He's gotten much worse than this.
Much worse..
Emotionally? There was now a chip in his pride. He hadn't expected brute strength to be his downfall. Brute strength? From Raph? No way. In hindsight, this should've been an obvious outcome. Now he just looked stupid.
"How's that for battle plex.. Battle.. Battle- whatever the fuck you just said, champion!" Raph decided to rub salt into the wound even further, and Leon groaned with an eyeroll. He'd be damned if he was gonna let that heathen stick his dick in him later. Not after that. "Yeah, yeah, whatever! I was just surprised you didn't buckle- ah-!" He stopped and pushed his hands against his own back, popping a couple of joints in the process. "At the mention of the seven Deadly Vipers move."
"The Seven Deadly Vipers move?" Mikey parroted him, then shot over, pushing Leonardo out of the way in the process. "That sounds so cool! What's it do? How's it go?"
"From the name alone, I hypothesize it's some sort of numbing technique, using pressure points." Donnie piped up, now encroaching on Leon's other side. Raph scoffed and crossed his arms, joining the fray. "I'm not scared of some dumb move you pulled outta yer ass five minutes ago."
"But it's real! My Splinter taught me that move!"
That sentence alone definitely had everyone hooked, as Leon would so smugly conclude from their astonished expressions. It's true, after they turned eighteen, Splinter taught him and his brothers everything he knew during his Lou Jitsu days. Including The Seven Deadly Vipers move. And it was fucking. Awesome. It's so awesome, in fact, now he would assume it existed in every other timeline, because it's just that awesome. It's clear now, though, that's not the case.
Leonardo pulled himself from the flooring and trudged over, a pout on his face. "Okay, okay, as cool as it would be to learn, I think it'd be good if we cut practice off about now." Mikey wailed in anguish from the sentence alone, and Donnie had this look of pure passion and determination that Leon didn't think he'd get to see from him. Ever. "But Leo! What if this move is vital to getting stronger? It sounds like an incredibly powerful ability!"
"What rush are we in to learn? There's no looming threat, and there hasn't been one for months. Official training is done for the day." Leonardo shot him a look, then his gaze moved to Leon. "You wanna come help with breakfast?"
Leon observed the disappointed expressions from the other three, then smiled. He took hold of Donnie's hand, which had a startled yelp fall past those frail lips. The slider had to force down the urge to pull him close and crash their lips together. That blush just looked so good on his face.. "Don't you worry, Donnie, baby, I'll teach you guys the move if you really wanna learn it!"
"I'm so gonna use the move to make pizza deliver itself!" Mikey claimed ecstatically, laughing and cartwheeling his way out of the dojo. The others followed behind slowly, and a scoff came from Raph. "Why would this move get you pizza?" His voice was quiet, not as abrasive it would've been addressing his younger brother. "Because, man! Clearly this move is meant to summon an entire swarm of aquatic cobras!"
"Actually, the terminology for a group of snakes of any kind is a slither, a swarm is-"
"No one asked, Donnie!"
"Hey!" Leon exclaimed, offended, squeezing his dorky king's arm a bit more. He felt him tense under his touch, but didn't pull away. "I'm always eager to hear whatever trivial information you like to spit at us!"
Donnie gave him a look, and Leon only grinned back at him. "You saying it's trivial means about the same as what Raph is implying."
The latter blinked. No, trivial like.. trivia. Like little useless information.. oh..
"Oh, well I mean-"
"Leon, you coming?" Leonardo's voice stopped him from embarrassing himself any further, and he was eager to part with the slightly taller turtle. "Right, right!" Leon turned, and ran to the kitchen, around the corner Leonardo was poking his head at.
When he arrived, he took note of all of the cooking supplies splayed out on the counter. Now, Leon was no chef. Not by a long shot, but he could whip up a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Leonardo stood at one of the cupboards, fishing out a box of pancake mix. A simple choice, Leon could get behind it easily.
"Uh, I should let you know now, I'm not the best cook." The taller turtle clapped and rubbed his hands together before moving further inward. Leonardo hummed, almost like he was barely listening to him or something. This was an eyebrow raiser for Leon. Since last night, Leonardo paid the utmost attention to him. Hell, he called him in here to help. Obviously he wanted to spend more time alone with him. He snurked a little at the thought. No one could get a taste of a little Leo and let go just like that.
He took the time Leonardo rummaged in the fridge to start preparing the mix. He took the bowl over to the sink and grabbed the box. He didn't exactly know how they liked their pancakes, so he just added a shit ton of pancake mix, then a medium amount of water so it maintained a thick consistency. Sadly, just pouring the dry mix in, he made a mess in the sink. Well, that's why it was the sink. He knew it was either the sink or the counter.
He could feel the presence of Leonardo over his shoulder after he finished stirring, and turned to see this odd look on his face. He's made that face before, when he was thinking really hard. He almost thought the leader was going to devolve back into the habit of riling him up and leaving him horny, but his energy didn't tell him that. He was bothered.
"You good?" Leon asked him, raising an eye ridge as he twisted his body to look at him better. Leonardo pursed his lips, like he was biting his tongue. "Yeah, fine." Was his response. He moved to Leon's opposite side and set down the carton of eggs and containers of fruit. How'd they manage to get fresh fruit? He should ask. Later though, and not while this guy had the weight of the world on his goddamn shoulders.
The slider allowed them to sit in silence for another moment while Leonardo put the pan on the stove and fired it up. Hopefully he was planning on being the cook and wouldn't make Leon do it. "Are you.. sure?" He asked again in a quieter voice.
"I'm.." Leonardo started sharply, then paused. The tone made Leon tense. He so knew there was something wrong with him. Leonardo was doing that thing he did when he was dealing with something he didn't want to talk about. He finally understands why Raph gets so frustrated with him. It was just an instinct of his, to close himself off when he was having less than ideal thoughts, harboring emotions he didn't know how to process. It's clear that's how this Leo handles these situations too. Quite frankly, he didn't know how unbearable his own self was going to be..
Could he possibly be thinking about last night? Sure, when Leon said everything would be future him's problem, he didn't actually want every issue to come crashing down at once. The look on Leonardo's face was pure tension, and he could feel it crackle in the air when they made eye contact. Leonardo, however, somehow managed to swallow his words he so desperately looked like he wanted to say, and smiled, a half hearted smile. "Yes, Leon. Guess I'm just a little grumpy this morning."
The shorter turtle rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, then reached to his right to grab the bowl out of the sink. "I'll make the pancakes, you can set up the table."
Leon swallowed, deciding to discard his observant expression and huffed a little. He wouldn't push, doesn't mean he can't be pouty about it. "Alright.."
Breakfast went similarly to how it went the other day, but unlike the first time, Donnie didn't leave the dinner table immediately after eating. He brought his laptop with him and took periodical bites of his food, tapping away at his keys with.. whatever he was doing. Leon sat beside the brainiac, leaning over to watch the symbols and words and code glide over his screen with vague interest.
"..Whatcha up to, Dee?" The slightly taller turtle jumped a little in his seat when Leon suddenly spoke, then cleared his throat, likely bashful of the color rising to his cheeks. "I'm working on viable routes around the energy signatures I found in the city. There are three places your sword could possibly be, here," He placed a finger on the centermost flashing dot. "Somewhere in Times Square, here," He moved over more, his arm coming close to brushing against Leon's face. He quickly corrected the position of his arm. "In Central Park, or here," He moved closer to a body of water. "In one of Shredder's old warehouses."
It seemed like the signatures had changed position from the last time they checked on it. Maybe his sword was portaling itself around in the city? What if it left entirely, ended up in Russia or something? Either way, looked like the first starting point was a bust.
Leon blinked, then sat back in his chair, a frown on his face. The name Shredder made him uncomfortable, and flashes of what they'd dealt with prior appeared in his mind. "Shredder.." He mumbled. Raph raised an eye ridge, pausing mid chew to gaze at him. "You guys dealt with your Shredder, didn't you?" The hot head asked. Leon nodded. "But.. did you?"
"Dude, we handled our Shred-head a long time ago!" Mikey perked up, tossing a piece of pancake up to catch it in his mouth, but he missed and it bounced off of his snout, smacking wetly into Raph's arm, who promptly growled at his brother.
The confirmation gave Leon some relief. He really didn't feel like facing a Shredder again, and if it was anything like his? He wasn't sure he could handle that fight. Not without his brothers.. his brothers.. Not without his Raphael..
"We've dismantled all of The Shredder's operations years ago. The foot clan is under the control of Karai now. You guys have a Karai, right?" Donnie tilted his head to the side, catching Leon's eye. It was cute, the innocent reassurance he tried to supply him with. "Well, we do," The slider started, placing his hands flat against the table. "Our Karai is our great, great, great, great, great, great, great-"
"Get to the point!" Raph barked, and Leon snorted. "She's an ancient family member, basically our gram gram. She was holding The Shredder in The Twilight Realm. She was the only one who could do it."
"That sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie!" Donnie exclaimed softly. "She's the only family of Splinter's we got to meet. We didn't.. We didn't get to have her long though.."
Leon and Leonardo's eyes met, and it was clear the terrapin understood very quickly. His expressions softened, sympathy in his eyes. Leon didn't want that though. With a smile, he leaned against the table. "It was good to learn she was a total badass though. You should've seen what she did to The Shredder! Hamato Ninpo isn't anything to fuck with."
"Ninpo?" Leonardo asked. Anything with a Japanese title seemed to interest him. In fact, this Leonardo was very in tune with traditional Japanese customs and culture, even reaching spiritually to him. It must be why he meditates so often. "Yeah, Hamato Ninpo. It's basically.. agh, how's it go.. Anata.. Anata wa hitorijanai."
"You are not alone.." Leonardo translated softly, and the wonder in his eyes made Leon's heart flutter.
"So, what, it's a mantra?" Raph spoke up, appearing uninterested. "No, no! It's this power we get. We unlocked it by putting our full trust in each other. My brothers and I, I mean. Like this one time where I got thrown off a building," He paused to mutter under his breath. "Which I'm still bitter about that.."
Donnie and Raph exchanged a look. "My Raph unlocked his mystic powers because he knew if he didn't, I'd die. When we were trying to defeat Shreddy, we were.. struggling to figure it out. At the time, Raph was the leader, so he was under a lot of stress.."
"What?!" Raph's entire demeanor exploded, and he slanted forward. "I'm the leader in your world?!"
"Well.. Not anymore." Leon scratched his cheek awkwardly, and Raph's eyes bored into him. He could practically see the steam coming from his head, the shorter plopping down in his seat and crossing his arms. Mikey snorted. "Dang man, you can't win anywhere."
"Shut the hell up, Mikey."
"It was really sudden!" Leon put his arms up in a consoling gesture, awkwardly smiling at his brother's counterpart. "Me and Raph-"
"Raph and I-"
"-Yeah, thanks Donnie- Had a talk about it. He didn't really want to be the leader. The burden just kinda fell on him since he was the oldest."
"Oh come on.." Raph hissed under his breath. Leonardo stared at him long and hard, then cleared his throat. "To not get too off topic.. Donnie, your readings?"
"Oh, right!" Donnie looked back to his computer. Leon and Mikey both were leaning over his shoulder now. If Donnie wanted to tell them to move, he opted to sigh instead. "I was thinking we could break off in pairs to search the different areas."
"That would be the usual approach," Leonardo nodded. "But we only have one of these tracking devices, right? We should take a couple days searching each area. We go as a whole group tonight, starting with Shredder's old warehouse."
Leon agreed with that notion. Just the idea of Shredder rubbed him the wrong way, and he wanted to get in and out as soon as possible. It wasn't that he didn't trust these guys, but that life saving instinct he had from his actual brothers certainly wasn't with them. He didn't doubt if he were in trouble they'd try to save him, but would they do everything in their power to do so? That's where his issue really lied.
He'd only eaten a third of his food at that point, since mostly he'd been talking. This itch to find his sword made it hard to think of anything else. Being around without a weapon was really starting to bother him, and if their world was anything like his, there was danger around every corner all the time. He pushed his plate away a bit, and Leonardo seemed to take his hint on the gesture. He grabbed the half eaten plate and stood, maybe preserve it to eat later probably. Mikey had went back to his usual teasing and trying to piss Raph off, but he seemed more heated than usual about something. He was glowering, and occasionally that gaze would land on Leon. He had no idea why.. Half these turtles being absolutely pissed is a bad sign, more so since the half that's pissed is the half that's fucked him already.
They still had the whole day until it was time to shine. Leonardo had locked himself away in that damn dojo to meditate after breakfast, so Leon had to find something to occupy himself. He'd spent about an hour watching Mikey play video games while reading Leonardo's comics, because he wasn't gonna do shit about it since he was meditating, and listened to his meaningless game babble while he got his ass kicked on a particular level of Mortal Combat.
"Do you and your Mikey play video games too?" The shorter had asked out of nowhere at some point, and Leon glanced up from his book. Mikey sat criss cross in front of the ancient box tv, hammering away at the buttons. He wet his lips before speaking. "Definitely. We play all the time."
The statement wasn't a lie in the slightest, but the definition of "play" could vary.
Mikey put his game on pause, then turned around to lay on his plastron, kicking his legs in the air, now in Leon's full attention. "Could you tell me what your brothers are like?"
Leon thought about it. Talking about his brothers while being away from them didn't necessarily make him sad in any way, though he did miss him. If it was this Leo who fell in his world, he'd be sure the terrapin would lose his goddamn head, especially with his brothers. He smiled at the thought. "Yeah, I'll go in the order of favorite brother." He joked.
"I'll start with Donnie. I'll take the opportunity to call him a dumbass while he can't defend himself, but.. he's one of the smartest people I know. He has this drywall humor that, honestly I think he should splash a little water on but he makes himself laugh. Oh, he's actually really great with hugs. Being a soft shelled turtle, it's softer, and easier to wrap your arms around him."
"Soft shelled?" Mikey tilted his head to the side, his pupils seeming to dilate just from the topic. "Yeah! My brothers and I are all different species of turtle. I got the prettiest one, of course." He put a hand under his chin and arched his back, batting his eyelashes. Mikey laughed at that. "Uh.. What kind?"
"A red eared slider. You.. You can't tell.." Leon muttered slowly, gesturing to his marks. Mikey had this sort of dumb look on his face, like honestly, was he even looking at the marks? He was pointing right at them! He blinked, one eye at a time, then beamed. "Nope!"
Leon sighed softly, then laughed, starting off low and softly. It then began to crescendo, and he was lying on his back with his hands on his stomach, borderline cackling. He could hear Mikey's laughter over his own, and he struggled to get a grasp, rubbing a tear from his eye. Mikey crawled over to lie by him, and Leon opened his eyes. All he saw was the ceiling.
"Man.." He started, ending with a snort. "You sound just like Raph. My Raph."
"Should I take that as an insult?" Mikey peered over to him curiously, and Leon waved a hand. "No, No, my Raph is a big lug. He.. drives me crazy, in more ways than one, but I still love him.. He's great. He's sweet, gentle, but if you want him to be rough, he'll get there."
"Want him to get rough, you say?"
Leon blinked, and his cheeks flushed. Shit, he really said that last part out loud? Why did he include that? He sat up and looked to Mikey, who had a surprisingly suggestive look on his face. "Dude, I know all about getting rough, rough is how I roll, ya dig?" His tone took on a lower volume, and Leon would've considered it innocently playful if a certain smell didn't begin to hit him. This was different. This was way different from all of his other encounters, and Leon was growing flustered. Mikey was so little, yet his form was beginning to encroach on his, legs touching, hands wandering onto each other. Leon could feel the heat in his slit pick up when something vibrated against him. He yelped, embarrassingly so and looked down for Mikey to pull out his phone.
"Casey's comin' over! I gotta set up the stuff, ugh-" Mikey hopped up, then leaned down, pecking Leon's cheek, which made him redder. "We will continue this later." And with that, he ran off.
Leon's heart was beating a thousand miles a minute.
What the fuck just happened.. again..