Fic: Teamwork NC-17
Title: Teamwork
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Errr, well, this is new territory for me. Leonardo/Raphael/Donatello/Michelangelo and various pairings there-of
Warnings: Let's see if I got the list right: Incest, bestiality (is it bestiality if it's just turtle on turtle?), homosexuality, smut... um... I'm pretty sure that's it...

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It was so strange, seeing Leo back at the lair. It was weeks after the incident with Winters, but... things were unusual. Raph was quiet, Leo withdrawn, and Don looked troubled. Even Sensei looked different. Tired. Worn. Old. The very idea of it chilled me to my core. Something had to be done. I had to fix this rift between me and my brothers, for Sensei's sake, and our own.

So I started forming a plan.

~~~

I met Michelangelo's eyes from across the table, though he wasn't really looking at me at all. I nudged him under the table with my foot, and when Mike seemed to come back to himself, I gave him a questioning look, unwilling to break the eerie silence in the lair. Michelangelo's face didn't change, but his eyes were sparkling with silent laughter before standing abruptly from the table. "Okay bros, let's go to the dojo."

Splinter had looked up in surprise at that, and I was confused. Mikey? Wanting to spar with the three of us? It was the only reason I could think of for him wanting to go to the dojo.

Raph looked up from his soggy cereal, and Leo met Michelangelo's gaze evenly, "Mike?"

"Team building exercise, Bro." I could've sworn Michelangelo was waggling his eye ridges at them, and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing at the oddity of it.

"Who died and made you leader?" Raph grumbled, half heartedly poking at his mush with his spoon.

"Leo's sense of big brotherness." Michelangelo said simply, bowing slightly to Splinter before walking out.

I glanced at my brothers before getting to my feet, "I don't know about you two, but I'm curious as to what he's got planned."

Leonardo chuckled, "Mike with a plan is a terrifying thought."

I dropped my dishes in the sink before padding out after Mike.

~~~


I watched as Splinter gazed at me and Leonardo, "I suggest you two take up Michelangelo on his idea. I will be in the living room, watching my stories," He got to his feet slowly, leaning heavily on his walking stick in a way that made my stomach tighten into a cold knot, "Today is the day we find out who the real father of Debbie's baby is."

I shook my head and stood, dumping the remains of my cereal in the sink before turning to Leonardo. The Wandering Son. "Are you coming?" It was so strange, pretending nothing happened. That I had nearly- I shook myself and walked away, but not before I heard the gentle scrape of Leo's chair against the floor as he stood. We walked into the dojo together in silence.

~~~

"So, what's this big plan of yours, Mike?" Donatello asked once we were all in the dojo and the door was closed.

I frowned as Mikey just stood there, before taking a deep breath, "We've forgotten each other."

I watched Leo's eyes widen in horror, "What the hell-?!"

"Leo, this is not just about you. We all 'left' in one way or another. Donnie and I buried ourselves in work, Raph with his Nightwatcher duties, and you with your animal activist gig, or whatever it was you did down in South America."

I snorted as Leo drew himself up a little taller, looking indignant, "I protected a village."

Mike waved a dismissive hand, "Not the point. If we're going to work as a team again, we need to relearn each other."

I glanced at the others, obviously no one else was gonna ask the question on all our minds, "And how are we going to do that?"

Mike's eye took on a glitter of mischief and... something else, "Sex."

~~~


Leonardo gaped at our younger brother. His brother, I could practically hear Leo's mind shout. "Are you insane?!"

"Not since the last time I checked," Michelangelo said, the joking words offset by the serious set of his face. "I'm serious, Leo. We're drifting apart..."

"And this is the way you came up with to bring us back together?! Sex?" Leonardo hissed, "We're brothers."

"Not biologically," I stated simply. "Technically, it's only theoretical incest." I had run tests on our DNA years ago, so this was not news to me. I don't think it mattered to Leo, though.

"How can you be so calm about this?!" Leonardo snapped, "Did this happen while I was gone?!"

"Why?" Raph's voice was a soft challenge from his corner of the dojo, "Would you feel left out, Leo?"

I watched Leo turn to stare at Raph. I never heard Raphael's voice take that tone before; that low, dangerous sounding almost-purr that seemed to rumble up from the very depths of his chest. We watched Leo swallow hard, "Raph-"

"Are you afraid, Leo?" Raph's eyes were narrowed in challenge... no, not just in challenge, in something else... I felt my throat close up. I had heard the term 'bedroom voice' before, but this was my first experience with it. My eyes drifted to Michelangelo, who was shifting uncomfortably where he stood. At least I wasn't the only one starting to get turned on. "Sex does involve letting go of your control, after all," Raph was beginning to stalk towards Leo.

"Raphael, are you flirting with me?" Leonardo looked bewildered, and then frightened, taking a step backwards before something must've clicked in his mind and he stood straighter and stepped forward, meeting Raph's challenge. Only Raph could get Leo riled up like this, only that was when Raph wanted to kick the shit out of him, and now he was staring at him like something he wanted to... oh. Oh. "I don't have to be the one not in control, Raph," Leonardo growled at Raph, and I would've sworn the temperature in the Dojo went up a few degrees.

Michelangelo inched closer to Leo, "So you all agree? That this is the thing to do?"

Leonardo watched as Raph and I both nodded and sighed, "Alright... but not now. Master Splinter is right outside and-"

"Don't trust yourself not to get loud, Leo?" Raph purred, smirking, and Leonardo growled again.

Michelangelo whimpered.

~~~


"Don't trust yourself not to get loud, Leo?" Raphael purred, and I couldn't stop the growl the came out of my throat. There was that damned purr again. When did Raph learn to talk like that?

I heard Michelangelo whimper softly and I turned to look at him, and what I saw made me blush, forgetting my irritation with Raph. Mike was leaning against the wall, fingers gently tracing the edge of his shell, his eyes heavy and dark with arousal... "Oh come on, guys... don't stop there, we're just getting started..." His voice was low and rough and I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach as I watched his thick fingers trail up and down his inner thighs, teasing himself.

"M-mike-" I was stuttering. I never stutter! "I thought we were going to do this later... when Sensei is not right outside the dojo!" I hissed at him, then choked as Mike let his erection drop from out of his shell and began to stroke it slowly.

"Come on, Leo... Sensei's watching TV, he can barely hear what's going on in here," Donatello said softly, eyes fixated on the movements of Mikey's hand. He reached out to stroke cautious fingers down Mikey's arm before wrapping his hand around Mikey's and following Mikey's rhythm. Mikey groaned, head thudding back against the wall as his eyes closed, a look of bliss on his face as his breath quickened. Donatello made a curious noise in the back of his throat, "This was your idea, Mike," Don murmured, "Tell me what to do, so we can show our brothers how it's done..."

~~



Oh God, oh God, oh God, Donnie's hand was on me, no one else has ever touched me like this... I could barely keep from making pathetic little mewling noises as Donnie moved his hand on me, breath hot and damp against my neck as my hand slid out form under his and I pressed them both against the wall to help me stay upright.

"Tell me what to do, so we can show our brothers how it's done..." He murmured before nuzzling my neck. "Is this good?"

"Donnie," Was all I could gasp out, bucking against his hand. It was too much, I've never done anything like this before, and if Donnie kept going, I was gonna... I was gonna-!! "Donnie, stop, I-"

Donatello's hand stilled, though he was still pressed against my side, "Something wrong?"

"I didn't want it to end too soon," I was gasping, trying to get my head clear, "I have plans for you... to show our brothers how it's done, right?" I stroked a hand down his front, running my finger along the edge of his shell where his legs meet, making Donnie gasp. I knew what felt good on me, and I've seen porn before. Granted, being a turtle, things would be a little bit different, but what the hell. "But first, I need someone to play ninja."

"Ninja?" Leo's voice cracked, and he cleared his throat before trying again, "Ninja? Why?"

"We're gonna need lube, aren't we?" Uhg, don't my brothers know anything?

"We are?"

I guess not.

"Yes Leo. None of us are female, therefore we don't self lubricate. So we need some artificial stuff," I, in the meantime, was enjoying the little hitching breaths Donnie was making as I stroked along the sides and bottom edge of his shell.

"A-ah. Right," Leo stuttered again.

"There's... some in my room, Leo... mineral oil..." Donnie breathed as I leaned in to nip gently at his throat.

"But, Sensei is-"

"Leo. Play. Ninja."

Leo nodded. He was the stealthiest of the four of us, even at his clumsiest. He vanished silently out of the dojo, leaving Raph to smirk at Don and I. "Well?"

Donatello ran his hands up and down my sides, making me shiver, "Hey!"

Raph pressed up against my shell, so I was now the center of a Raph and Don sandwich. Not a bad place to be, all things considered. Especially when Don started nibbling on my neck just Raph began to stroke my slightly softening erection back to full hardness.

Not a bad place to be at all.

~~~


I swear the only reason Master Splinter didn’t catch me is because TV networks always make the commercials louder than the actual shows. I made a mental note to tell Don about the loose cement in the main room of our lair when… this was over. I swallowed hard as I entered Donnie’s room, the only light coming from the soft glow of his many computer monitors, each showing something different. Intricate lines of code running faster than I could read across the screen, not that I understood any of it anyway, though I did recognize the windows of the self-diagnostic programs Don ran on his computers almost religiously. I flushed as I thought of my brother, the way his face looked as he stroked Michelangelo… I shook myself out of that line of thought. I had a mission to complete, damn it, there was no time to be daydreaming about what my brothers were doing to one another and what it felt like. I admit that I have never… touched myself in that way before, save for once out of curiosity. I found it unsatisfying, and sort of empty. It wasn’t about loss of control, not like Raph thought, though if he wanted to make it about control…

There was an odd noise filling the room, and it took me a few seconds to realize it was me. It was an odd noise for a turtle to be making, a strange combination of a growl and purr. I shook myself sharply, ‘focus on the mission and not the idea of pinning Raph down and having your wicked way with him, idiot! You’re going to get caught and then where will your brothers be? …other than in the dojo without lube, you pervert,’ I though to myself grumpily as I grabbed the rather large bottle that was labeled “Mineral Oil” in Don’s hand writing, what Mikey often referred to as ‘the Doctor’s Scrawl’. He seemed convinced that Donatello did it on purpose so that no one else could read his notes, though I chalked it up to Donnie trying to get his ideas down on paper as fast as he was having them.

I paused by Donnie’s door, waiting for the next commercial break to start before dashing silently back into the dojo, closing the door behind me with a soft click before turning to look at my brothers, and my breath caught. Raph had Donnie pinned to the wall, with Mikey trapped in between them, moaning softly. Donnie’s mouth was latched onto Mikey’s neck, and Raph was stroking them both, making that same, low, growling purr from before.

“Sucks that you’re not a screamer when it counts, Mike,” Raph’s voice was a low rumble, and Mike’s answer was nothing but a breath-y moan that ended in a choked off gasp as Don sunk his teeth into Mikey’s neck.

Raph’s eyes met mine, and it felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I was staring. I couldn’t help it, just like I couldn’t stop the soft moan that managed to escape.

Raph’s smirk was slow and deliberate, “Welcome back, Leo.”

~~~


Leo’s eyes widened a fraction behind his mask as I smirked at him, “Are you just going to stare, Leo?”

Mikey was churring in my ear. That’s what Don called it. Something about it being a sign of arousal for turtles or some bullshit. I wasn’t paying too much attention, to be honest, until he started moaning “We can’t just let him stare, Raph…”

Leo’s hands were shaking. He looked like he was about to drop the mineral oil in his hands. I backed off Mikey and Don, releasing them both. Don let out a soft noise of disappointment, but smiled at me over Mike’s shoulder, “Mike’s got a point, Raph. Think can handle all of us at once?”

Leonardo squeaked. Squeaked. He was scared. I felt my smirk grow wider, “I think so, Don. He’s always been talented.”

It wasn’t Leo’s fear that was turning me on. It was that he was afraid, and not running. It was something I had always admired about him. Not that I’d ever tell him that.

Ever.

Not in a million years.

Maybe under threat of death. ….Maybe.

I took a step towards Leo, and he stepped back.

“I can’t be that frightening, Leo,” I chuckled, but inside my stomach knotted as I flashed to that fight on the roof… the look on Leo’s face then, it-

“Once we do this, we can’t go back,” He whispered, so soft I almost didn’t hear it. It was too late, I wanted to tell him, everything changed when you left in the first place, when we fought on that rooftop, but I kept my mouth shut. Leo didn’t need that now. This wasn’t about power plays, or being the leader, or being better, or any of that bullshit. It didn’t matter here. Not now.

This, right now, was about us, as brothers, and the trust we need to have in each other in order to make a good team.

So, I reached out my hand to him, and waited.

~~~



My hands were shaking as I watched Raph and Leo stare at each other, Raph with his hand out to Leo. The minutes seemed to go on for hours, seconds ticking by so painfully slow, I began to clench my hands into fists to distract myself, only to find Donnie’s hand in mine, and his other hand resting at my hip. Donnie stroked his thumbs across my skin in an absent-minded manner.

Yeah, apparently Donnie is really touch-y feel-y when turned on.

Needless to say, I wasn’t complaining.

“Leo,” Raph broke the seemingly endless silence, his voice soft with affection, but still rough with arousal, “it’s just us, Leo. We’re not going anywhere.”

That seemed to reach Leo, because he took a cautious step forward, hand reaching out to take Raph’s and it was like there was a snap of a final puzzle piece fitting into place when Raph drew him into a kiss, hands coming up to cradle Leo’s face.

I pouted, “I didn’t get Raph kisses.”

“We’ll get ours later. Just enjoy the show, Mike,” Don chuckled against my ear.

There was a soft thud as Leo dropped the plastic bottle of oil, clutching at Raph’s shoulders like Raph was a rock in the middle of a raging storm.

“It’s so beautiful, yet so wrong…” I rested my head on Donnie’s shoulder, chuckling. To be honest, it really was weird to see Leo and Raph sucking face like they were the only two people left in the world, but in a good way.

My plan was working!

Leo was making hungry, needy noises in the back of his throat as Raph pulled away, “Ah-“

“Jeez, you’re such a virgin, Leo,” Raph murmured, though he didn’t really sound all that put off about it. Granted, the way Leo was flushed and dazed looking, I don’t think Don minded either. I know I didn’t.

Leo looked like his legs would give out if Raph let him go, “Huh?”

Raphael chuckled, “To think, if making you brainless was this easy, I wonder how easy it’ll be to get you off?”

I peeled myself away from Donnie and padded over to Raph and Leo, snagging Raph into a kiss. I could understand why Leo was as dazed as he was, Raph is a fantastic kisser, his tongue tangled with mine and completely dominated the kiss. I pulled away and stole a quick kiss from Leo. “You know, a thought just occurred to me…”

“I hope it didn’t hurt too much,” Raph said, the words harsh, but the warmth in his eyes totally made up for it.

“Ha ha,” I rolled my eyes, “As I was saying, we should probably pair off first before we all do it together.”

Raph frowned, “Oh?”

Donnie hugged me from behind, “It makes sense. We can’t really relearn each other unless we do some one on one work. Plus, it would be less suspicious if we spread this out over the course of a few days, rather than doing it all at once.”

Raph glanced at Leo and grinned.