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A ninja must always be prepared.That was what Master Splinter suggested to Leonardo during ninjutsu practice one morning. To the former, it was a recommendation, but to the latter, it was a promise– he would never let his sensei down under any circumstances, even if those circumstances were merely subtle and harmless. All orders were to be followed with the utmost respect, and if they were to be annulled by dishonor, then punishment would surely be persecuted onto the offender.Instead of joining his younger brothers in the living room, the leader would climb up the latter to his own bedroom, where it was more peaceful, more studious. While they would get their hands dirty by duking it out in a melee, Leonardo would remain assiduous in the interior of his territory, dedicating himself to keeping his body and mind preoccupied in silence.The first thing he did upon entering was gaze upon the multiple shelves in the corner of the room, his eyes wandering over a specific section of books that had his favorite somewhere in between. "The Art of War" was held firmly in his fingertips for only a few seconds before he heard what appeared to be inappropriate language from Raphael. Knowing that today was going to be one of those days, Leonardo put the book back in its original position before deciding to change things up.He takes a seat away from the tornado (hoping that this metaphor would be formal enough to describe his fellow turtles), crossing his legs over the cocoa-colored mat in the middle with a pose that most resembled a lotus. Aside from the occasional flashes of lightning that gave the lair a funereal vibe, the candles surrounding him in a perfect circle were his only comfort at a time like this. He clasps his hands together, closing his eyes and conveying that he was currently in a meditative state.Right now, this was the only way for the leader to relax. The tension was suffocating as a result of recent events with the Shredder, but against all odds, he found himself ignoring the idea of vulnerability.With his sensei being missing, that helpless characteristic stays hidden behind locked doors. If he dies, that special part of him shall perish as well."Fuck, Donnie, yer takin' my cock in like a real pro..."Leonardo opens one of his eyes, but he doesn't move a muscle. Anyone else who could've heard Raphael's voice coming from the sewers would've drank something and then spit it back out. Not him, though. A ninja must always be prepared. He has to strike at the right moment. Not now.In through his nose... and out through his mouth.Beyond the land of the subconscious is where his next destination lies. What direction should he take to find his sensei without giving chase to the wrong footsteps? His attempts to clear his mind are interrupted by a moan of pleasure, forcing him out of what could've been mistaken for a trance. A barrier of doubt prevents him from unlocking his true purpose.He had suspicions that the Shredder wasn't gone for good. Very strong, spiritual suspicions."Looks like I'm always meant to be the turtle in the middle... Does that feel good, Mikey?"The sweet, syrupy tone that Donatello established made Leonardo open both his eyes and tilt his head slightly... but his lower body refused to budge from the mat. This time, he was definitely sure that his younger brothers were hiding something behind their shells. His whole figure was tense, and at this rate, nothing was going to work. He couldn't focus, and the notion of taking a break sounded more unsettling the more he thought about it.He knows that his brothers deserve to relax as much as he does, but if he can't reach that goal, then he needs to find Master Splinter immediately. Shredder won't get away with hurting his sensei, not if Leonardo can help it.Inhale. Exhale. Get up."Don't stop, Raph! There it is, Donnie! I'm cumming!"Michelangelo's exclamation finally got Leonardo to stand, his hands resting on his temples as if he was suffering from a massive headache for a second or two. He crossed his arms and pinned them to his plastron, clearing his throat to announce his own presence. They're all going to pay for not doing anything sooner."Uh-oh! Here comes Mr. Splinterson!" The youngest of the turtle sandwich on the couch hastily throws a large blanket over their bodies while Raphael and Donatello grab three Gamecube controllers with similar urgency. Michelangelo gets his controller handed to him just in time when their little game unpauses.Leonardo's assumptions were partially right when he saw that they were, in fact, duking it out in a melee. Super Smash Bros Melee, to be exact."Hey, boss." Donatello gives his leader a gentle smile and a friendly wave before focusing on the brawl that took place on a screen that has seen better days. "Welcome to the Nintendo Express, how may I help you?""I still can't fuckin' believe ya immediately went fer Fox." Raphael groans in annoyance, wishing that he was anywhere but here. "Why–?""Star Trek." Michelangelo's smile was slightly sheepish, obviously giving away his secret through his flushed facial expression– that he was edged away from a powerful orgasm. "Live long and prosper, amirite?""Star Trek?!" Raphael grits his teeth and snarls quietly, only for that sound to become louder when his character suffers from a combo that started with an 'f-air'. "Ya only chose him because– ugh, what does that have ta do with a goddamn furry, Mikey?!""Forward aerial!" The youngest calls out with satisfaction, winning the game with a down aerial to end the combo. "C'mon, bro, there's a connection between the two that you just don't see!"Raphael lets out an intimidating growl and nearly gets up from his spot, only to straighten his shell and glare at Michelangelo from a distance. The former was hesitating while the latter was completely fine with the heated reaction, laughing a little after claiming his victory. Leonardo could sense what Raphael was trying to conceal, and at this point, he needed to control the tension before it got any worse.(After all, the hothead softened up a bit after learning his lesson with that lead pipe. He promised himself not to do anything like that ever again.)"All of you, that's enough." The leader made his intentions clear, his stern words quickly affecting his younger brothers as they put their controllers down on the floor. "I know you're hiding something from me.""Leo–" Michelangelo tried to lie his way out, only for Donatello to answer honestly."We were collaborating during bonding activities." Donatello flinched at his own statement, giving Leonardo an apologetic look. "We were participating in sexual intercourse. It helps to relieve stress, as the brain triggers the release of endorphins, which are produced in the hypothalamus. And considering what we've experienced so far..."While the genius allows his own words to fall from his beak, Raphael finishes what his little brothers can't say. "What brainiac said. And before ya go yappin' about how this ain't legal, remember that we're mutant turtles and that humans ain't got shit on us."Raphael was right. But if this secret of theirs was revealed to the public... Leonardo takes all the information in like a stoic warrior, not allowing himself to yield to their verbalizations."Master Splinter knows what's best for us." The leader carefully explains his thoughts to his fellow turtles, not taking his eyes off their muscular bodies. "I understand your concerns, but it is immoral for us to–""Did I fuckin' stutter? You're full of it, ain't ya, Leo?!" Raphael suddenly tugs on the long tails of Leonardo's bandana, roughly pulling him closer. "I don't care if ya hate me fer bein' in the wrong, I'm just tryin' ta keep Don and Mikey safe! If ya got a problem with this, back off!"Meanwhile, Donatello is fumbling with his own fingers, hoping that things don't change for the worst. Michelangelo leans his entire figure on him and lets out a small, affectionate 'aw!' from Raphael nearly yelling at Leonardo. He's trembling slightly, and he's giving his older brothers what can only be described as puppy dog eyes.A gentle finger is under Raphael's chin, guiding the second-in-command to look directly at his leader."Let me repeat myself. Master Splinter knows what's best for us. I know what's best for you, Raph." Leonardo deliberately articulates what comes out of his beak as if he's slowly realizing that he shares the same romantic feelings that his brothers have. "I don't hate you for being yourself. I know that you were never wrong in the first place. We'd both do anything to protect our little brothers from danger... and I certainly don't have a problem with your intimate activities.""Leo, what the fuck are ya sayin'?" Raphael expresses disbelief through a frozen posture."I'm just trying to keep this from going too far. Do April and Casey know about–""Yeah, I told 'em and they were fine with it." Michelangelo pretends he isn't absorbing any drama by acting nonchalant, with Raphael and Donatello both giving them a look that says 'we're going to talk about this later'.Leonardo sighs and visibly relaxes, placing a hand on Raphael's thigh to just spit it out already. "I've never had the opportunity to say this, but... is it wrong for me to feel the same way?""No, no, it's okay, Leo." Donatello speaks up with a concerned voice, soothing any doubt the leader feels toward the situation. "We've asked ourselves the same question, and once all was said and done, we knew that there was no going back... and we didn't regret our decision.""Then it's settled. We'll take a moment to rewind from this conversation, and after that, we'll search for Master Splinter and–"Raphael interrupts Leonardo's strategy by leaning forward and kissing his lips, shutting him up by closing the distance between them. The latter isn't too shocked by the action, surrendering to the heated mouth-to-mouth session that was quickly becoming passionate. Their tongues fight for dominance that was not unlike the arguments they've had over who admits defeat first, and as Donatello removes the blanket from their bodies, Michelangelo excitedly squeals as if he's a schoolgirl revealing her crush to the girlies."This is so hot!" The youngest grins and reaches over to stroke Donatello's cock, making said turtle squeak and moan from surprise."Should we take this to the second floor?" Leonardo pulls away from the kiss, a line of saliva still connecting their beaks together. Despite his intentions to stay levelheaded, the tip of his cock was peeking out from his pouch."Nah. Shell-fer-brains over there is already gettin' started." Raphael spreads his legs, his own dick leaking a bit of precum as his dreams of Leonardo servicing him on his knees were about to get real. "What, ya want me to fuck ya in yer room 'til ya can't walk?""My room is meant to be sacred, Raph. I won't allow that kind of behavior in a place of honor." And just like that, Leonardo goes down and finally takes Raphael's cock in his hand, hesitantly brushing his tongue against the tip. "Not to mention that we'd all struggle to fit in your hammock.""Just suck my goddamn cock already, Fearless." Raphael aggressively grasps Leonardo's bandana, forcing his head down until his snout grazes against the former's slit. It's a tight fit for the leader, but Leonardo doesn't gag, even when his neck swells up in the slightest. The hothead is instantly impressed as a pleased churr rumbles from his throat. "Shit, fer a virgin, ya don't fold easily."Leonardo temporarily backs up with an audible 'pop' in order to speak to his younger brother. "As the leader, it is my responsibility to remain untroubled.""And yer new responsibility is gettin' drunk on my dick." The oldest brother's mouth slowly sinks down to the base again. If Raphael wasn't so busy trying to play the tough turtle, he would've came then and there. "Fuck, keep doin' that...""Ah, Mikey...!" Donatello's head tilts back with a pronounced moan of pleasure as he rolls his hips to the rhythm of Michelangelo's ministrations. His hand blindly latches onto the youngest's member, and before they know it, they're stroking each other's cocks."Lemme guess– I'm a big tease?" Michelangelo knows what he's doing, altering the pace of his own digits from fast to slow and in-between.Donatello can feel his shaft twitching against the youngest's palm, the B-team panting from the sweet stimulation of sex that was now surrounding the turtles as a strong scent. "Yeah, but– I can't help but worry. Leo's never done this before and I don't want him hurting himself...""He'll be fine." The smile that graces Michelangelo's face is both reassuring and teasing– what emotion conveys itself more doesn't matter, they both feign innocence. "We've already prepped ourselves."Leonardo's cock completely drops out, but neither he nor the hothead above him notice this amidst the ecstasy within their bodies. He skillfully sucks on that reproductive organ, wrapping his tongue around it like a snake coiling around its victim, which leads to Raphael blowing his load with a possessive growl. After that, a chain reaction occurs– Donatello cums next with a quiet mewl, followed by Michelangelo with a loud whine. All four brothers are sweating and churring, ready to move on to round two."Damn, Leo." Raphael's eyes finally make their way to his older brother's dick as it throbs with the need to take things up a notch. "No wonder I crushed on ya first.""Alright, boss, let's make a deal." Donatello spreads his legs as if inviting the leader to act on a decision that required solving the Monty Hall problem. "You have three doors to choose from, and there's no wrong answer– door number one, door number two, or door number three?""I'll have to go with door number one." Leonardo nods his head in the direction of Raphael's body, placing his hands on his brother's hips. Said brother was grumbling quietly to himself as he couldn't believe that the urge to be superior was stifled by the leader's honest answer.Before he could bicker about the loss, however, Raphael had to substitute his unmanly moan with a rough groan as Leonardo's cock began to sink into his ass. The latter's breathing didn't take long to sound hot and heavy as he helped the former impale himself on his huge, pulsating shaft. It was like he was descending into a volcano with no safety measures taken for granted, especially when Raphael decided to shove his ass back out of impatience. A satisfied churr leaves Leonardo's lips as he bottoms out, taking advantage of the pace by aiming for Raphael's deepest spots."Leo and Raph are sitting in a tree–" Michelangelo gets abruptly interrupted by a forceful tug from a frustrated Raphael, a lewd yelp slipping out as if that wasn't enough to castrate a human male.Donatello chuckles lightly at his brothers' antics, even if he's stroking his own dick firmly in order to achieve maximum stimulation. Michelangelo begs Raphael to not pull his hand away as he bucks his hips against the digits that threaten to turn him into a broken furnace. The Gamecube turns off from inactivity, its controllers dangling idly from its console while Leonardo pounds into Raphael with no sign of stopping."Fuuuck..." Raphael's voice stretches out in a way that's all too similar to his asshole being filled, and Leonardo knows that he's doing a great job at making his mind melt. The younger of the two's never been this submissive, which only adds to the wild ride they're having. "Shit. Shit, Leo. Fuck me 'til I can't walk...""You'll need the ability to walk when we search for our sensei's whereabouts." Leonardo's stern tone is still present, even when he's driving Raphael closer and closer to the edge."Shut the fuck up or else I'll pop yer damn cherry!" Raphael growls like a predator in its natural habitat, but he respectfully doesn't act on his own words. His heart clenches when he hears Leonardo's response of sheer trust."Raph, how did you know that I've always wanted you to...?"Michelangelo suddenly hits his climax with a moan that's far from being chaste, painting a part of the couch with his semen and interrupting the two oldest brothers' tender moment. Raphael rolls his eyes, but he acknowledges the fact that Leonardo always wanted him to be his first with a confident grin. Donatello releases his grip after his own orgasm washes over him, looking at the two lovebirds (more specifically, loveturtles) with a reassuring gaze."Ah, goddamnit. I'm gonna– FUCK!" The hothead throws his head back as he's the next one to cum with a pronounced groan, arching his back against Leonardo's plastron before letting the latter join cloud nine in the form of a surprised gasp. The leader pulls out just in time to admire the sight of that sticky fluid oozing down Raphael's thighs, noticing that the turtle in question has softened his expression. "Thanks, Leo.""No problem." Leonardo wipes the sweat off his own forehead with the back of his hand. "Don?""At your service." Donatello gets into the same position that was Raphael was in earlier, spreading his legs apart and awaiting his big brother's next move.Once he'd given the cue, the genius could only moan and pant desperately for more when Leonardo started filling him up. His hands scrambled for purchase on the couch's texture, digging his fingers into the fabric like a beggar dying of thirst. His toes curled against the leader's knees, pleading through glazed eyes of desire when his asshole grazed against his partner's slit. If someone as rebellious as Raphael had easily succumbed to Leonardo's prowess, then Donatello wasn't going to last very long."Leo..." Donatello's mouth fell open, taken aback by the size of his brother's thick shaft as it throbbed within his body. He became even more distracted when a familiar kind of heat surrounded his own cock, the hothead's saliva coating the organ and keeping it warm. "Raph!"Raphael tried to be careful with that sharp teeth of his as he bobbed his head up and down Donatello's dick– the latter of the two was unable to stop himself from rocking his hips in tandem to his older brothers' ministrations. Leonardo rested his hands on Donatello's ass, another satisfied churr leaving his beak as the genius squeezed around him. The pace got relatively quicker over time, and Donatello became a flustered mess when he realized that he was already getting the urge to cum. Michelangelo was impatiently waiting for his turn by jacking off in the most horny way possible."Please!" The turtle in the middle whined out when he realized that he was almost there, just a few thrusts away from nirvana."Please what, Donnie? Be good for us." It was the youngest of the four that actually spoke up, inching closer like a cat ready to pounce."Fuckin' gorgeous." Raphael was worshipping his favorite brainiac by absolutely going to town on his shaft."Please, please, more. I need more! LEO!" Donatello's hands moved to Raphael's bandana for leverage, forcing him to swallow his semen without any breathing room. Raphael adores the treatment that the usually gentle turtle gives him, and does just that in one huge gulp."You need to improve on your stamina. Other than that, both you and Raph are doing wonderfully." Leonardo doesn't think when his fingers on one hand trace over the curves and edges of Donatello's carapace, silently wondering how in New York did he end up with three beautiful brothers."I'll be okay, just keep going." Donatello straightens his shell while his tail flicks out of the way, giving Leonardo permission to penetrate him further. "That was just a... minor flaw in our experiment."Leonardo smiles for a second before working on his brother, tightening his grip on his hips so that the two turtles could synchronize their movements. Donatello continues to whimper and gasp with no restraint as his breathing speeds up in the slightest. He was completely ready to see stars and travel to space when his prostrate took a few powerful blows, and soon enough, both Leonardo and Donatello prepared to reach their highs together."Right there, oh shell, I'm going to–" A ecstatic mewl tumbled out of Donatello's mouth when another orgasm rolled over his quivering figure, spurting cum over a couch that needed to be cleaned sooner than later. Leonardo leaves a sweet kiss onto his younger brother's neck when he too accepts the rush of pleasure within his veins, pulling out when he knew for certain that Donatello was spent.He had cracked the tough front that Raphael displayed wherever he went.He had wrecked Donatello's body and willingly made his brain malfunction.And he hadn't even fucked Michelangelo yet.Speak of the devil, the youngest was spreading his ass apart and borrowing the position that his exhausted brothers had when Leonardo was claiming them. He wiggles his butt playfully and reaches down to grasp his own cock once more, oblivious to the series of events that would take place in this not-so-tidy living room."Finally!" Michelangelo giggles excitedly, sticking his tongue out to attract Leonardo into going rough with him. "Go where no turtle has gone before!"A reference being used as a lie? The leader doesn't have any time for this nonsense.Instead, Leonardo eases himself in with the first thrust, quickly coming into contact with Michelangelo's g-spot, noticing that the latter was stretched so good around him, probably due to differences in age and size. Michelangelo cries out from euphoria and grinds against Leonardo's cock like a needy whore, a nice shade of white blocking his vision while he tries to deal with the gigantic dick that was now creating a small budge in his lower plastron. He's drooling and churring involuntarily as if he can't live without his oldest brother filling him up.A second thrust occurs and Michelangelo squeals as if he knows that he's going to be here for a while. Raphael and Donatello are gaining energy by catching their breath, so the youngest was on his own when it came to receiving such intense delight under Leonardo's body. To the leader, he's a symphony of all that's positive, fucking himself silly when Leonardo allows him to fully control the pace, not wanting to hurt Michelangelo if he were to go too far.His vocalizations become incoherent, but he's obviously babbling about how much he loves Leonardo and that he wants to do this forever.Third thrust comes along and Michelangelo is going, going, gone."HOLY SHIIIT!" The youngest shouts out when he hits his hardest orgasm ever, cumming harshly onto the poor couch and lolling his head to the side. He slumps against the furniture and gasps for air, obediently letting Leonardo use him like a toy. Leonardo looks down at his little brothers and immediately feels warm and fuzzy, a sensation that was rare for the oldest brother. Watching them express their gratitude in such a passionate way reminds Leonardo that their capabilities are strong enough to overcome the greatest foes.This special type of training would repeat itself.They will find Master Splinter, and everything will be alright."I'm so proud of you all. Well done." There's so much more that Leonardo could say– thanks to them, he can recognize his own emotions without articulating them as weak. Right now, he feels happy as he hits his last high of the night.Peaceful.His eyes flutter shut and he sleeps without being bothered. Even when he loses track of time, he is victorious upon waking up the next morning to the sound of the Gamecube turning on. The logo appears in all of its glory and Michelangelo lovingly hands him a controller that almost feels natural in his grasp."I call dibs on Fox."