Chapter 19-
	Raph shoved things into a duffel bag. Weapons. Blankets. Clothes. Food. Water. First aid kit. He stared at the open duffel. Wondering if he forgot anything. Wondering if he should unpack everything. He couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Leo. It had been painful being ignored by him, but it was agony leaving all together. 
	It had been a week since his confession. He had tried talking to Leo but the stubborn turtle refused to listen to him. It had been way too long since he heard his voice. He had no idea how much time Leo needed to calm down but it seemed just being near him would fire him up. How on earth did he expect to ever gain forgiveness if Leo would get mad at him before he could utter a single word. They made no commitment but they weren’t each other’s play thing they could take or leave. They had value to each other and Raph betrayed that. And he told himself he loved Leo.
	“Right.” He tsked himself. “This is how you treat the people you love?” This was why he had to leave. 
	He walked over, zipping the bag up. He had kept his promise. He stayed with Leo until he healed. He was back on his feet now. Raph had made sure that Leo no longer had nightmares. Or as many anyway. If he heard the faintest of whimpers, he was there to sooth him. As soon as he was back to sleep, he left him.
	“You can’t leave. We need you.” Don had said. Their team was four. Not three. Four not three.
	No!
	He slung the bag over his shoulder. He will not be talked out of this. He had gotten this far. It was too late now to back down. At least, that’s what he told himself as he trekked out of his room, down the hall, towards the turnstiles. He was not coming back. He was not coming back. He will not turn around.
	“You do not take rejection well.”
	Raph’s body froze. Nearly tripping over his feet in his fast attempt to stop himself suddenly. He spun around. Eyes immediately locked on Leo, standing there in all his beauty. Arms crossed over his chest, legs braced slightly apart and looking like the powerful leader he was. His sapphires fogged over. Not revealing any emotion. Damn him. An eye ridge raised. His lips pressed together in a firm line. Looking so sexy. So, edible. 
	He cleared his throat. Straightening his shoulders. “What are you doing up?”
	Leo’s lips pursed. A moment of silence passed as he quickly decided whether to answer him or not. “In case you didn’t remember. My room is right next to yours and you were making a ruckus. Ninja.” The name was taut on his lips. Raph rolled his eyes. If that were true, Mikey would be joining him. He was the room opposite of his. Leo was just a crazy light sleeper. Nothing ever got past him. Even at night.
	“Where do you think you’re going at two o’clock in the morning?”
	“None of your business.” Not anymore.
	Leo’s eyes narrowed. “I believe it is. You’re still my brother and a member of the team.” Not lover. Not anything more. “I yell at you and you immediately think the best solution is to run away?”
	“Well, you also threw things at me. Nearly broke my jaw and lost my tongue. Then avoided me all week long.” Raph pointed out. He was being a smartass, he knew, but Leo tended to bring the worst out of him as well as the best.
	A muscle ticked under Leo’s eye. The only sign of emotion in that passive face. He hated when Leo did that. Blocking him out of seeing his emotions. The one thing Leo did that he disliked. 
	Leo’s eyes wandered down to his mouth before shooting back up to his eyes. “Sorry about the jaw. Though the tongue biting was your fault.”
	Raph snorted. Deciding not to reply to that. Instead, he set down his bag. His hands fisting at his sides. “So, what? You going to fight me Fearless?” 
	Leo gave no reaction. “No.”
	“Then I’m going.” Not that he could. Not with Leo there.
	“No, you’re not.”
	Raph grounded his teeth. “Then what do you want?”
	Leo tilted his head. Considering him. “Answers.”
	Raph sighed heavily. He didn’t have time for this. The longer he stood there, the more his determination withered away. “What is it then?”
	“Why would you leave? All week long you were trying me. Are you giving up?” A small bit of hurt flashed across his face.
	“Ah, so you did notice.”
	“Of course I did. I’m not blind.” Leo snipped. Raph growled under his breath.
	“You ignored me.”
	“So you are giving up.”
	“No!” Raph snapped. A lot more ire flavoring his tone than he wanted. Breathe. He sighed. “I’m doing this for you.”
	Lines creased between Leo’s eye ridges. “You’re leaving me . . . for me?” So dark his voice sounded. Yet, he refused to allow Raph to witness the emotion on his expression still. 
	Raph ran a callused hand across his head. Frustration and grief swelling inside him. He wanted to beg for forgiveness again, but the fact was, his pride wouldn’t let him. He had been trying the same treatment all week . . . Was he giving up? “You want me to.”
	“I never said that.”
	“I’ve been trying to talk to you all week but you give me the cold shoulder. You don’t even acknowledge me when we’re in the same room. You get angry before I even open my mouth.” Again, those flames of rage lit in those eyes. Chasing away the fog. “Just like that.” 
	Leo’s jaw popped. “So I’m not allowed to be angry at you for what you did?”
	“No, I . . . Damn it, Leo!” Raph snarled. He was so tired. “I want to fix things. I honestly do. I thought leaving would make you feel better since my presence seems to make you feel worse.” Leo remained silent. Slowly the anger cooling away and leaving him passive again. Ugh! He was grating on his nerves! He had no right to be angry but he couldn’t help it.
	“Do you always think things like this can be fixed in a day?”
	Raph’s eyes down casted. “No. I regret what I did. I’m so sorry Leo. I just hate hurting you.”
	“I get that Raph, but only time can heal.” He opened his mouth to respond but Leo beat him to it. “You promised me you would stay while I heal. Did you not?” 
	Raph nodded. Only a couple bandages remained now. That silky soft skin just tempting him for another taste. Leo no longer needed help walking. He gained back a good portion of his weight again. His muscles need a little work, but he had gotten strength. He moved his jaw absentmindedly. Leo hardly ever had nightmares anymore. Sure, he was leaving earlier than he would have preferred, but he had carried out his promise, right?
	“If you go. You’ll be breaking your promise.”
	Or not? Raph stared in confusion.
	“If you leave now, there will only be more than my physical healing I’ll be enduring.”
	He . . . had no reply to that.
	“You slept with Ax’ honatain, yes. But I don’t care about you any less. You think your leaving won’t influence me? Think again. I’m not going to stop you, but you had to know that before you make a decision.” With that, Leo turned and walked away from him.
	Raph stared at the spot Leo once occupied. Speechless. He was never speechless! His mind was screaming at him to chase him down. To grab him and kiss him. He wondered for a fleeting moment if Leo would kiss him back if he did that. He refrained himself. Shaking his head and clearing those dangerous thoughts. 
	He stared at the now empty hall. Glancing at the turnstiles that guarded the exit. Then back at the hall. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave. Not anymore. Leo needed him and he needed Leo. There was no discussion over that. He picked up his bag and headed back to his room.

	Complete and utter torture!
	Leo subtly glanced up from the plate he was currently nibbling on in a leisurely pace. His eyes fixated on Raph. His heart had swelled and nearly busted out of his chest when he walked into the kitchen this morning to retrieve breakfast and found Raph sitting at the table along with his other family members. He had listened to him. He had stayed because of him. He did care.
	Leo knew it was stupid of him to have doubted the red masked ninja, but he couldn’t seem to shake the negative feelings. Feelings that was driving him away from Raph. Feelings he was going to have to get rid of. The way Raph had apologized. Multiple times. The sorrow and regret in those emerald eyes, clawing deep within him. The way he had worked for his attention. His efforts to try to fix things. They truly held more meaning to him than Raph knew and he just had to act like a jerk last night. He was mad, yes, but forgiving Raph was not as hopeless as he had made it seem. In fact, he already had. Why he couldn’t just tell him that, he didn’t know. Why he felt such a blistering anger every time he talked to him, he didn’t know that either. But he did feel remorse for it.
	Raph was doing well with apologizing. It was only fair he should forgive, right?
	Leo’s eyes roamed over Raph’s face, his eyes focused on his own plate. His fork poking at his eggs. The bruise had long since faded away from Raph’s jaw, but even then, he felt upset he had struck him. His intention was to only knock him off him. He hadn’t anticipated blood. Nor for the wound to last so long. Raph couldn’t even talk for the next couple of day’s! Oh, the guilt he had felt!
	His eyes went farther down, across Raph’s broad shoulders and thick biceps. The only thing he could view right now. The table cutting off the lower half. Leo swallowed thickly. Muttering a curse in his head. 
	Only Raph would do this to him! He had never experienced this problem at the dining table unless Raph was there, feeling funny. Wanting to tease him. A smug look on his face as he ran a hand across his thigh under the table. Tracing shapes on the inner part and making him squirm. Or he would slide his foot across his leg. Or wrap a hand around his hips and “accidently” grope him. Erotic images formed in his mind, making him instantly hot and needy. Raph over him. Under him. Touching. Licking. Sucking. Biting. Bliss. So much bliss. He cursed Raph again. This was all his fault. If he had taken him before all this happened, he wouldn’t be wanting him so bad. 
	At the same time, he was grateful. That would have complicated things. More than they already were. He thought dryly. But . . . 
	Damn! Damn! Damn!
	“Leo, you okay?” Though it was Don’s voice that asked him, the rest of his family’s attention landed on him. His gaze unintentionally sought out Raph and he wished he hadn’t. Worry filled those eyes of his, but it quickly vanished. Followed by the same look he was feeling right now. Luckily, Raph was the only one to figure it out, but still, that penetrating gaze heated him to the core and increased bigger issues farther south. Those green eyes smoky with so much desire for him. He wanted to pounce Raph like a horny dog. This was not good. The rest of their family was there, still somehow, not realizing the electrical charge in the air between them, but the last thing he wanted was to sport wood with them! He needed to get out of there! The table was hiding the most obvious evidence but if he stood up, his situation would be revealed. He was not doing that. He would sit there all day if he had to.
	Seeming to read his silent plea, the lust quickly faded from Raph’s eyes. His attention now swiveling to the others. Reminding himself of their audience. Leo watched as Raph slid his plate of eggs off the table intentionally. The loud crashing sound of shattering pottery yanked everyone’s attention away from him. Raph played his part well, cursing in convincing anger and annoyance as he bent down to clean the mess. 
	Leo took the opportunity to bolt. Dumping his plate in the sink on his way out. By the time everyone had noticed his movement, he was already heading out the door. If anyone called him, he didn’t hear. Making a bee-line to the bathroom. 

	Leo collapsed on his bed. His skin slightly damp from the cold shower. He had stayed there for nearly an hour in hopes he’s cool off his hot flesh. Finally, he managed to relax again, but not without a battle. His mind had brought up every erotic image it could of his relationship with Raph. Leaving him tortured and burning even under the ice-cold shower. 
	By the time he had gotten out, everyone had cleaned and went their separate ways. Don in his lab doing who knows what. Mikey in the living room, playing a video game he hadn’t seen before that looked designed for kids. Splinter was either in the dojo or in his bedroom, and Raph? He had no clue where Raph was. He could guess in his bedroom. It had been a personal challenge walking past his door. A miracle it was that he had succeeded. Locking himself in his very empty room. He had once loved his room like this. It was neat, tidy, and organized. His personal space. Now, it was empty. Hollow just like his heart. It was disappointing walking back in after meditation, which he had not been successful, and finding all Raph’s belongings, gone. He supposed he needed them. Leo was pissed enough a few times; he might have given them back to him eventually.
	Now he wanted it here. He wanted Raph here. Back where he belonged. He was fed up sleeping his nights alone. 
	At one point, he had liked that to. He was a real idiot back then. Presently, he had no idea how he survived. He loved falling asleep in Raph’s arms. He loved waking up to him. The turtle was not a morning person, but he still made it a priority of his to make sure Leo stayed with him to sleep in. Some mornings he won. Others he didn’t. He enjoyed it.
	Why on earth wasn’t he dragging his butt back here? Why was he still mad at him?
	Inevitably, the memory from that night returned. He knew Raph regretted it. He fully believed that he would never do that deliberately, but. . . yeah, but, he couldn’t seem to wipe it away from his mind. Ax’ honatain had sex with Raph. His Raph. Possessive much? He didn’t give a hoot! They weren’t a couple but he was not one to share. He still wanted Raph and he had a long way to go before tiring of him. If that was possible. He was not going to allow anyone stealing from him. Raph may not have liked it and Ax may have done it only for his cover, but that didn’t matter. 
	Wait. 
	Did Raph enjoy it? He had regretted it, yes. After he found out about Ax, but during? Had he liked what Ax was doing? Did he climax? Did he shout? A sickening feeling overtook Leo’s stomach.
	Ax on top of Raph. Kissing him. Touching him. Hands all over each other. Breaths sawing in and out of their lungs. Body’s sweating and squished together. Moans of pleasure. Raph shouting. Ax screaming.
	Oh, god. Leo felt like he swallowed his tongue. Red dotting over his vision. Fury unlike anything he experienced bloomed to life. Consuming him. Eating him alive and he let it. He was going to kill Ax’ honatain. He didn’t care about excuses. He didn’t care if the guy was deranged. The man didn’t deserve the service they were providing him for whatever reason. He deserves brutal, unmerciful murder. Splinter’s lessons be damned. 
	Shooting up to his feet, lust long forgotten, he stormed out of the room. His towel falling from his shoulders and fluttering onto the ground in his tracks. He ignored Mikey’s questions as he made his way straight to the garage. He was not going to stop. Not going to rethink. Raphael was his. Intimately or not.
	It took him no time at all to find where the man was hidden. Inside a broom closet, locked with a padlock that took him less than thirty seconds to get through. Ax was surprisingly quiet as he swung open the door. He was bound with chains. Lying curled in a corner. Whatever rage burned out on his way up here, relit as he found he was still disguised as Raph. He cursed him. Wishing the creature could turn back to. . . whatever his kind looked like. 
	Ax slowly looked up at him. A cruel smile claiming his lips. 
	“Well, well. Leonardo.” He spoke. Leo felt himself breaking slightly at the sound of the cold, harsh tone with Raph’s voice. He ordered himself to ignore it. “Finally decided to pull on your big boy panties and pay me a visit?” He sounded cheerful now. 
	He won’t be in a few minutes. 
	“You’re going to wish I stayed injured.” Leo growled. His lids narrowing to tiny dark slits. He glanced over at a table of tools Don used. Or when Raph wants to play with his shell cycle. He snatched up a pair of pliers. Twirling it around his fingers experimentally. 
Yeah. This could hurt. 
	Ax giggled. A sound lacking any sort of amusement. “Getting kinky, now are we?”
	Leo squeezed the pliers in his right hand. The knuckles turning white. He leaned closer to Ax. The skin. Those eyes. Those green eyes he loved on Raph and only on Raph. The scars. The shell. The detail was impeccable. He could understand why Raph would have such a hard time believing this was fake. But he could see past the fraud emerald of the irises. They lacked something. They lacked that intensity. The zealous that never failed to light him aflame. Make him shiver on the spot. Want him. These eyes right here, were empty, cold, and soulless. Like plastic jewelry only made to replicate the real gems. 
	Perhaps he could see this only because he knew the truth. He knew what to search for. If he had been in Raph’s place, maybe he would have fallen into the same trap to. Maybe he would have believed himself to be crazy for the hints. He didn’t know. Would never know, but what was done, was done. No going back. 
	The knowledge was reassuring. He could probably hurt this bastard without feeling guilty. “You stole from me.” His tone was low and dark. Shutting Ax up of his giggling. “You are going to pay back now. I don’t do well with thieves.”
	The giggling restarted. Ticking Leo off more. Maybe he’ll take his tongue first. No . . . Don wouldn’t appreciate that. Not after getting a firsthand experience. 
	“You want back the many orgasms Raphie gave me?” Ax asked in a sing-song voice. Leo stilled. “Oh yes. He was probably the best I ever had. I screamed and cried with such pleasure. Your man really has skills.” Ax purred. 
	White, hot anger singed Leo’s nerves. A fury ripping and tearing through him. His hands shaking for a chance to strike. An animalistic growl made deep in the back of his throat. His lips parting and revealing white canines. He raised his arm up, pliers firmly held and at the ready. Before he could bring them down however, arms curled around his waist. Jerking him back and away from Ax. He roared in protest. Kicking and struggling. 
	“Leo! Quit it!” Raph’s voice. Not amused. Not soulless. He dropped his feet on the ground. Pulling out of his grip so he could turn and face him.
	“Why did you do that?” He yelled at him.
	“You can’t hurt him! We still need him!”
	Leo clutched the pliers and Raph immediately snatched them from him. Setting them aside. “Why on earth would you need him still? The guy is gone! He’s insane! He’s no use except torturing me. He’s--” He stopped. His mind already developing possibility’s and he hated every single one. Raph stared at him in confusion as Leo’s fierce gaze was now pointed to him. “Oh, I get it. You want to keep him around in case I don’t forgive you! That way you still have a fuck buddy! Well fine, now you can have him all you want! I don’t care!” That was unfair and he knew it. He was flying way off the limb but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. The rage he was feeling was something he wasn’t familiar with. He usually could keep a cool head when it came to arguments. He never lost control of himself to the point he couldn’t think anymore. He had to leave. Had to cool off before that said rage made him do something he would regret. 
	He didn’t even bother to see Raph’s reaction. Instead, he turned and stomped away. After he got control back, he could return and finish what he started and--
	Leo gasped as he was, once again, yanked back. He found his world spinning and suddenly stop. His shell crashing against the wall, taking away his breath. His anger deserting him just as quickly as his air. His eyes widened as they connected with Raph’s, who did not look happy. Returning the rage that he had once felt. Then, gradually, it disintegrated. Morphing into sadness and piecing his soul.
	“Leo, we still need him because he’s the only one who knows inside of Nak’ir’s plan. He abducted you to get you away from us. He was planning on bringing you back to him. He still knows things we don’t.” Raph said slowly. His voice gentle. 
	Leo’s shoulders slumped. His eyes focused on his feet. Shame taking root in his pounding heart. It was obvious, the reason. He knew it but chose to ignore it. Instead throwing the blame on Raph. Raph, who was only trying to help him. Why was he so possessive? So, angry? So . . . jealous? He was jealous. No. He couldn’t be. He couldn’t be jealous. If he was jealous, that meant he felt things for Raph and if he felt things for Raph, that complicated things even more. This being the example. 
	He hadn’t even felt Raph’s fingers grasp his chin until his head was forced back up to look at him. That misery he saw. He wanted to apologize. Wanted to hug and kiss Raph, but that would only encourage his feelings more. He shouldn’t. Couldn’t. He wanted. He craved. 
	Leo frowned. “Did you like it? At the time?” He didn’t want to hear the answer even if he already knew, but he found himself asking anyway.
	Raph sighed. His hands sliding up and down Leo’s arms and even now, he shivered. Wanting more contact. “I wouldn’t lie to you. No matter how tempting it is.” A gift. A curse. “Yes. At the time. But only because I convinced myself it was you. If I knew then what I knew now, there would be no way in hell.”
	Leo’s head bowed. He knew this already, but it hurt listening to those words come out of Raph. “I care so much about you Leo. I would move heaven and earth for you. Even if you don’t want me anymore. You need to know that I love you more than anyone else.”
	Leo felt his heart swell. He still wanted Raph. He couldn’t imagine not wanting Raph. Even with the current situation, his body ached for him. They had already been through so much. Been hooked up for so long. He couldn’t fathom what it would be li-- wait.
	Leo’s head shot up. His eyes locking with Raph’s. “What--”
	“I love you.”
	Leo’s jaw dropped. His eyes round. He did! He really said it! Love. He loved him. When did that happen?
	“Raph . . .”
	“Give me a second. That felt good.” Raph closed his eyes and he watched as a smile danced across his lips. “I wanted to say that for a long time. I love you.” A long time, he said. How much was a long time? Raph lifted those lids again. His hands squeezing Leo’s arms. “I love you, Leo.”
	Raph was so happy! That happiness must be infections because Leo found himself smiling to. Even if he shouldn’t be.
	Finally, the spurts of joy emanating from Raph, ceased. Giving Leo the space he needed to think again. “Raph, we discussed this.”
	The smile didn’t fade. Only softened. “I know, and I was an idiot to think I could agree without falling in love with you.” Once again, Leo was shocked. What happened to the Raph that believed, romance is for pussy’s? He couldn’t get him to hold his hand in public. Now here he was, declaring his love for him. That he loved him and only him. 
	“Oh Raph--”
	“You don’t have to say anything now. Not now.”
	“Raph, just--”
	“Don’t worry. I understand.”
	“No. Just let me--”
	“Ssshh . . .”
	Erg! Infuriating turtle! Leo swatted away the finger Raph pressed to his lips to get him to shut up.
 “Raph, I can’t love you!” He didn’t want to shout it out in such a heartbreaking way, but he wouldn’t let him speak! To his astonishment, Raph merely smirked.
	“Yeah, you can. You just won’t let yourself. I know you well enough Leo. You think we won’t be able to work out our disagreements. You think we need to keep an emotional distance so when that time comes, it won’t affect everything else. Am I wrong?”
	Leo sighed. “No, but it’s something you have to consider before jumping headfirst into this!”
	Raph rolled his eyes. “Leo, look at us. You say you don’t love me, yet you nearly tried to kill Ax in your rage tantrum.”
	“I do not have tantrums! Besides, I probably have a more liking to you than anyone else and look what happened!” Leo gestured to the broom closet. 
	Raph snorted. “Okay, so you had a jealous fit. We can work that out.”
	“Why are you not serious about this?” Leo asked. Frustrated. Raph looked amused.
	“Cause your cute when you’re confused.”
	Leo felt his face flush. Raph -the big, strong, hot-headed warrior- just called him cute! He was not cute! “That aside. Why aren’t you more concerned for these situations?”
	Raph sighed. “Because Leo, they are in our distant future. You assume the worst even before you know what’s going to happen to us. I’m not going to deny we can get on each other’s nerves, but I have faith we’ll get through it. We always do. Look at what we already done. You rescued Don and I from Nak’ir and in return, I rescued you. We brought back our planet. Our father and friends. We defeated Shredder. We survived so much already. Why would you think we can’t get through a mere argument? It’s not like we haven’t had one of those before.”
	Leo had to admit, he got him there. He assumed he was saving them from pain by keeping their boundary’s. Now, parting from Raph for that sake sounded torturous. He opened his mouth to respond but Raph’s thumb shut his lips. Again. 
	“Leo, you may not want to say it now and I’m not going to force you in a serious relationship yet, but I will make you love me.” Leo blinked in surprise.
	“You’ll make me?”
	Raph’s lips turned into a smug grin. Warmth shot from Leo’s head, down to his toes. “Oh yes, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll love me so much it’ll be bursting out of your ears.” Raph’s voice lowered into a husky murmur. Those eyes darkening with arousal. Arousal that quickly swept onto him. Leo instantly arched against him. 
	“How are you planning on doing that?” He couldn’t help but ask. More than a little breathless already.
	Raph moaned, grinding his hips back. “I’ll do exactly what you deserve. I’ll spoil you rotten. Rain praises on you. Tell you everything. Love, you. Love your body till you scream my name over and over.”
	He already liked the sound of that. Leo churred, wrapping his arms around him and clutching him tightly. “Raph!” He groaned. He needed this. He would die if they stopped again. He could feel Raph’s hands roam his body. The callousness of his palms stimulating his skin, burning him. Such a sweet burn. Raph gripped his thighs, digging his fingers into Leo’s flesh as he hauled him up. Leo instinctively enfolding his legs around Raph’s hips. Pinned against that hard body and wall. Just perfect.
	“Wait . . . have to . . . stop.” Raph gasped out. Ceasing his grinding. No! No, no, no!
	“Raph, please!” Leo begged. Bucking his hips, trying to gain back that wonderful rhythm they had going. Why would he stop such a good thing?
	“Can’t have you, until you forgive me.” 
	Leo blinked at him. Their breaths hot and heavy. He stopped his advances. “Raph, I forgave you already. A long time before this. I was just . . . jealous.” He finally admitted. “Now if you don’t move this instant, I’m going to--” He couldn’t even wait for him to finish his threat, but he didn’t complain. Leo’s words dying in the back of his throat as Raph continued that pleasurable rubbing. He threw his head back against the wall, allowing Raph to take him on a ride he had been longing to take since forever.
	“M’glad . . . needed you.” Raph whispered. Kissing his temple. “Missed you.”
	Leo wanted to respond. He really did, but he couldn’t think up a single thing to say expect Raph’s name and moans. He felt himself smiling when Raph was the first to drop. Leo reached down and clamped his fingers over him. Moving across him lazily. It was such a show, seeing Raph’s features so lost in pleasure. His eyes closed, shielding the raise of those beautiful green orbs. His cheeks painted with a pale pinkish tint. Sweat beading and dribbling down his temples. His slightly wet lips, parted. His breaths rasping out from between them. Such kissable lips. Leo leaned forward and locked their mouths together, thrusting his tongue in, demanding dominance. Raph allowed. An action that rarely happened, but he didn’t stop himself to contemplate. Taking advantage of the submission to explore. 
	“Leo . . . you’re going to . . . have to, mhm, stop. A-About to, ah cum.” Raph’s voice was strained. His expression seeming pained at the thought.
	Leo didn’t want to. He wanted to witness Raph’s orgasm. Wanted to see the overwhelming passion on his face when he reached his peak. He had to stop though, he wanted everything just as much as Raph did. He was going to make sure this was one of his best climax’s he had. Call it a personal goal. He slowly pried his grip away. A whine escaping from Raph. He kissed the corner of his mouth. 
	“Prepare yourself.” He whispered. Squirming as he climbed Raph, positioning him just right. He hoped he was ready. He fell down, Raphael slamming so deep inside him, he couldn’t hold back the yell of the sensation.
	Raph howled, hanging on by the thinnest of threads as Leo wiggled on top of him. Raising himself up and ramming back down. Wild. Needy. In, out, in, out, over and over, milking him dry. Their plastrons scraping together, creating a delightful friction. So, hot. So, soft. So, good. How did he survive this long?
	“Yes, Raph! I love . . . I love . . .” Leo gasped out. Raph squeezed his hips, urging him to say it. Too late. He was driven over the edge of ecstasy. No stopping. Leo following just behind him. Plummeting down his same fall. Raph’s name on those delectable lips.