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Living with future versions of yourself and your brothers was… frustrating sometimes.  But only sometimes! Sure it meant having to find and relocate several new abandoned subway cars to add to the the liar, but Leo loved having Nardo and the others around. They were super cool and had some seriously awesome moves, which Leo figured just came with the whole “living through the apocalypse” package. Splinter especially seemed to like having the older ones around, especially since it got him out of training practices.

Nardo was so patient with Leo and his brothers, calmly helping them with their katas. His voice was deep and commanding, but still soft and kind. Leo loved feeling the other’s large hands engulf his limbs as Nardo gently, but firmly, corrected his positioning. Nardo always had the biggest smile on his face whenever he and his brothers were forced into the living room for an impromptu Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu movie night. Leo and Mikey were adamant about the movie nights after Nardo had let slip that their last copies had been lost early in the invasion. Leo would always be sure at least one part of him was touching Nardo in the resulting turtle pile while the movie played.

True to his ‘bad boy image,’ Tello could be aloof and intense at times. His voice sounded much harsher than his twin’s, and he was often found fighting with Donnie over the lab since neither of them refused to play nice and share. No one gave better gifts though. He would never admit it, but Leo knew Donnie treasured the nearly indestructible drive with 50 different encryptions that Tello gave him to house Shelldon’s code so he would never be lost, even if his physical drone body was destroyed. Seeing someone make his twin so happy sent a pleasant shiver down Leo’s body until the fantasies of that intense look staring him down brought out less wholesome feelings that made Leo’s toes curl in delight.

Hanging out with Angelo was both thrilling and exhausting. Angelo could be even more energetic than his younger counterpart, dragging whoever he could on some adventure in the Hidden City in his excitement to re-explore the undestroyed city after all this time. The warmth from his mystic energy radiated off of him and surrounded his chosen victims for the day's venture in his energy, helping to re-energize them as he dragged them from booth to booth at the markets. Leo loved floating high above the cliffs of the city, serenely watching the hustle of life below as Angelo helped Mikey feel the energy of the earth and city. Angelo looked so powerful yet relaxed in those lessons and Leo had to quickly look away before his blushing face was spotted, but from the smirk on Mikey's face, Leo wasn’t quite successful. 

And no one gave better hugs than El! Seriously, for a guy looking like a legit kaiju, he made an amazing snuggle partner. And the dude was HUGE! Like big enough to have Leo and his brothers all on his shell (even Raph!) and still have room for his own brothers to join them. But he was also so sweet, often doting on the younger counterparts and always free with affection. It was strange at first being around someone even larger than his older brother, but Leo could admit it was pretty hot seeing someone able to pick up and carry Raph like an overgrown teddy bear. When Leo said as much to Raph, Raph’s face exploded in a blush and Leo quickly found himself being shoved into the nearby trash can.

So yeah, Leo more than loved having them around. And it was pretty obvious his brothers loved them being around too.

“THEY HAVE GOT TO GO!”

Just, yeah, frustrating sometimes. 

“We’re not making them leave Mikey.” Leo sighed in exasperation for what felt like the 15th time since this secret brother meeting had started. It had barely been over 5 minutes. “You don’t even mean that.”

“Don’t tell me what I mean!!” Mikey snapped, glaring at Leo. Raph shuffled away from the two fearfully, using Donnie as a makeshift shield separating him from his enraged brother in case Mikey went on the attack. Despite looking like he had been fighting sleep for the last week, which was likely, Donnie seemingly ignored the antics of his brothers around him, typing away on his gauntlet to try and finish his projects before the season forced him to stop.

“Annoyed sigh,” Donnie said tiredly, proving that he had been paying some attention. A mechanical arm appeared from his battle shell producing a hand grip device Leo had seen some athletes on TV use sometimes. “Leo’s right and your elevated levels of aggression aren’t conducive to this conversation. This should help.”

Mikey harshly snatched the offering from the mechanical claw, grumbling in irritation as he quickly pumped the hand grip and stomped away to give himself some breathing room away from the group. Leo worried he would break the thing as he didn’t think it was meant to be gripped as tightly as Mikey appeared to be doing it, but decided to let it go so they could hopefully get through this before the others got back.

“He has a point though.” Donnie continued, stifling a yawn as he continued to type away. With an indignant scoff, Leo threw his hands in the air.

“Oh come on! I thought you were on my side!?”

“This isn’t about sides Leo,” Donnie shot Leo an annoyed look. “Tello has decided to completely retire my old security network in favor of his,” he griped, with a roll of his eyes. “Which has thrown off all of my projects and timelines while I try to align all the new systems. At the rate things are going I doubt I’ll reach a good stopping point in time.”

“Couldn’t you ask him for help?” Raph hesitantly offered, ducking his head at the glare Donnie sent him.

“And give him the satisfaction?! Never!” Donnie scoffed.

“ANGELO KEEPS BEATING MY DANCE DANCE SCORE!” Mikey interjected, shouting from the corner of the room where he continued to try and break the strengthening tool.

“We know Mikey,” they all drawled out having heard this complaint many times by now.

“I saw Nardo cleaning up the pillows and comforters you laid out from the room again,” Donnie added as he raised a drawn eyebrow at Leo.

“Damnit,” Leo groaned, rubbing the bridge of his snout between his eyes. “Ugh, it’s… it’s fine. I can always fix it. Again.”

“AND THEY KEEP FOLLOWING ME!”

“We know Mikey! We know.” Leo snapped as his own frustration rose. 

Mikey huffed and turned away, which Leo felt a little bad about. He knew it wasn’t Mikey’s fault that his nerves were so on edge, bringing out more of his Dr. Delicate Touch persona than normal, but Mikey wasn’t the only one affected by the season. Everyone was feeling the building stress as the time approached and more and more issues arose.

Leo looked over to Raph who was suspiciously quiet, guiltily tapping his claws together and avoiding eye contact.

“Well, go on big guy.” Leo sighed, rolling his wrist at Raph. “Just get it over with. What is it?”

Raph shifted nervously, before sighing sullenly.

“They… ate all the snacks.” 

“OH COME ON!?! AGAIN?!!” 

“Raph. Buddy, pal. Isn’t this like the third time?” Leo asked, silently pleading that he was wrong.

“Fourth,” Raph admitted but quickly moved to defend the others. “They just get so excited when they see something they haven’t eaten in forever, and you know how much El needs to eat. It’s not like they can help it.” 

“Maybe stop feeding them our snacks?” Donnie grumbled, ignoring Raph’s scandalized look.

“Hey! You know I can't help it!”

“THAT’S IT. TIME FOR THEM TO HIT THE CURB!”

“Seriously Mikey chill. You guys know they don’t mean it. They probably don’t even realize what they are doing. I’m sure if someone just calmly talks to them, we can get this all sorted out, no problem.” Leo reasoned.

Donnie quickly stood and started to make his way back to his lab.

“Okay, great. So we agree Leo will handle this. Fantastic. I’ve got work to get back to.”

Leo sputtered in disagreement while Raph reached out, gently grabbing Donnie’s arm to stop him. Donnie huffed in annoyance but relented, crossing his arms as he stared down his brothers, waiting for this meeting to be over.

“What?! Why me?!” Leo shouted in panic.

“Well,” Donnie reasoned, “you are the leader.”

Raph shrugged in agreement. That seemed as good of a reason as any.

“Oh, come on! Hey Raph, want to be the leader this week?” Leo pleaded, doing his best doe-eye expression hoping to appeal to his eldest brother. “Pretty please?”

“No way man,” Raph quickly declined. “Besides, I have to go shopping again,” he added, already thinking about what he would need to grab from the Hidden City market for everyone.

“I can do it!” Mikey cheerfully volunteered, not even trying to hide the terrifying look in his eyes at the thought. While Mikey would usually be the team’s go-to for situations like this, Leo knew that that was just a shitstorm waiting to happen. Despite being the family moderator, Mikey may go through with his threats to kick the others out in a hormone-fueled rage, and then everyone would be miserable, including Mikey once his head was clear.

“Yeah, no can do hermano. Not this time.” 

Mikey huffed but didn't argue further, preferring to go back to pumping the hand grip and muttering under his breath.

“What about dad?” Leo asked hopefully. “He could talk to them. He’s already given the ‘talk’ before.”

“Dearest Papa has already left for his annual ‘vacation’ at the Hotel Nexus for a week of overeating and gambling,” Donnie said, rolling his eyes. It wouldn’t have surprised any of them to know that Splinter had already foreseen this becoming an issue and retreated to his permanently gifted guest room early to avoid this very discussion. 

“Ugh, but I don't want to,” Leo whined. The unimpressed look on his brothers’ faces told him he wasn't getting out of it. With a groan, he slowly resolved to the fact he wasn’t getting out of this. “Fineeee. What time did they say they would be getting back from CJ’s?”

“They should be arriving back shortly,” Donnie stated. He glanced at the location app he always had running in the background of his gauntlet monitoring everyone’s trackers. “They appear to be leaving the apartment now.”

“Great, this will be great,” Leo muttered as the rest began to the room, leaving him to his fate. Donnie heading back to the lab to avoid sleep and finish integrating systems, Raph to the garage to grab the tank for another shopping trip, and Mikey to wherever Mikey usually hid this time of year with his still intact grip. Leo guessed Donnie must have made that himself because no way a normal hand grip would’ve lasted this long otherwise.

Leo flopped back on the couch with one last whine at his misfortune before mindlessly flipping through channels, dreading the upcoming conversation. Eventually, he settled on one of his dad’s weird Japanese game shows involving way too many scorpions. He zoned out, watching contestant after contestant falls off the treadmill into a pile of scorpions. He’d never tell his dad, but the show was addicting once you got into it. So focused on the show he flinched when the couch dipped and he turned to see Nardo sitting down next to him, grinning at the TV.

“Oh hey, I remember this!” Nardo said in that excited tone he always used when rediscovering something from his past. “This was always one of Dad’s favorites. Surprised he isn't out here with you.”

“Oh hm, he went out to stay at the hotel for a bit. It's like a yearly staycation he does. He’ll be back in like a week or so. Maybe two.” Leo explained nervously, the topic drifting too close to uncomfortable subjects.

“Huh,” Nardo said, looking confused. “I don't remember any yearly vacations.” 

“Um yeah, it was something that he started doing a few years after the invasion. Self-care and all that,” Leo said, looking at the ceiling and drumming his hands on his knees. “So… how’s CJ doing?” he asked desperately, trying to change the subject. 

“He’s great!” Nardo boasted, not noticing the obvious attempt of diversion in favor of bragging about his adopted son. “Classes are going great and he's made some new friends. He mentioned maybe doing a road trip with them for spring break.”

“Nice!” Leo exclaimed, happy to hear CJ was adjusting well to college life. “Maybe don't tell Casey that though.”

“Bah, she's more overprotective than either me or El. It's good for Junior to have more human friends than just his mom and aunt.”

Leo rolled his eyes, having heard this argument time and again. Not that he disagreed with Nardo, Casey was always a bit much. Especially when it came to protecting her future son, never mind that he was a year older than her.

A pleasant, to Nardo, silence settled over them as his attention drifted back to the show. Leo however was panicking, trying to find a way to address the giant hormonal elephant in the room. 

“Hey, so -” before he could say anything else though a loud yell erupted from down the hall, followed by even louder cursing. Nardo chuckled, recognizing Tello’s voice.

“Sounds like they're at it again huh? Think we should help Donnie out?” Nardo asked jokingly.

“Haha nah,” Leo chuckled awkwardly. “I think Donnie can handle it.” Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate as a message came in. He cringed as he unlocked it, already suspecting who it was from.

DonTon:
Do. It. NOW!

Leo quickly tucked his phone away, not bothering to answer but feeling his brother’s glare through the hidden cameras Donnie had tucked away in the room. He's doing it alright?!

“Hey, Nardo?” Leo asked, trying to get the other’s attention.

“Yeah Leo,” Nardo looked over in concern, realizing how nervous the other slider looked all of a sudden. 

“You know we like, LOVE, having you guys around right?” Leo shifted in his seat, trying to find the best way to broach the topic. “And we really appreciate all you guys do around here.”

“Of course Bud.” Nardo smiled, reaching over to rub Leo’s carapace to help calm the clearly anxious turtle down. “We love being here with you guys and are so thankful we get to spend this time together. It means so much to us.”

‘Aw, shit’. Leo's face burned bright at the other’s sincere words and touch. This was going to be hard. 

“T-Totally same,” Leo stuttered, “it’s just that…”

“Just what?” Nardo asked, leaning closer to the other slider and Leo couldn't help but let his eyes wander down the other’s plastron and arm. “Is something wrong?”

‘Did his muscles always look like that?’ Leo wondered, squeezing his thighs together. A pleasant haze started to cloud his mind.

“Wrong?” Leo laughed nervously as he twirled one of his mask tails between his fingers. “Nope, not at all. Nothing’s wrong. Just wanted to be sure you knew.”

Nardo smiled softly and Leo felt himself melting a little, slowly leaning closer to Nardo. 

“Thanks, Leo. That's very sweet.” 

“Well, you know me, sugary sweet. Just call me lollipop.” 

Nardo tilted his head in amused confusion while the slow realization of what he just said hit Leo. Feeling like his face couldn't get any hotter Leo quickly stood up, swinging his arms aimlessly. “Or don’t! Ignore that, I mean I didn’t say anything. Oh hey, I just remembered something I left in my room. I'm just… going to go do that now.” 

Leo quickly bolted away trying not to trip over his own feet. He could vaguely hear Nardo’s chuckle at his antics as he escaped down the hallway to his bedroom. Once safe in his room, he slammed the sliding door shut and flopped face-first into his bed. After taking a deep breath he screamed into his mattress in embarrassment. He could feel his phone vibrate again and lifted his head to see the screen light up as a new message came in. 

DonTon:
Well, that went well.

“Shut up,” Leo muttered, dropping his head back into the bed knowing one of Donnie’s hidden mics could hear him. “That was so awkward.”

DonTon:
Agreed

DonTon:
It appears our Fearless Leader failed. In light of this, I suppose it is up to me to educate them on the upcoming season.

“Hey! I didn’t fail!” Leo argued indignantly. “I can do it, I just need some more time to clear my head. This is sensitive stuff, I have to make sure to handle it delicately. I’ll get them all together in the morning and talk to them then.” 

DonTon:
My calculations indicate we have little more than 24 hours before symptoms begin to worsen.

“It’ll be fine,” Leo said airly, feeling much more confident than he had in the living room. “I got this.”

Leo did, in fact, not have this. 

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The next day found Nardo back in front of the TV after his usual morning meditation and tea. With Splinter away on his staycation, there was a lot less competition on who got the TV which Nardo planned to take full advantage of.

Today included a documentary on Houdini that he had been looking forward to. He had hoped to try and entice Leo to join him. Leo was usually quick to jump at the chance to join him in whatever activity the older slider had planned, whether it be training or TV. But not today unfortunately since he was having difficulty tracking the other down. Ever since their talk the previous night, it had seemed like the younger slider was avoiding him.

Disappointment gave way to amusement as he recalled the flustered look on Leo’s face when they last spoke. Leo’s obvious crushes were adorable and Nardo couldn’t help but tease him every now and again. He felt a little bad as it had been clear the other had more he wanted to say, but he shrugged it off, figuring the younger would come to tell him when he was ready.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a shout erupting from down the hall. He rolled his eyes as he heard the sound of banging and cursing, already knowing the culprit. He tried to go back to his show but the noises seemed to grow louder like they were getting closer. He looked over in time to see his twin march into the room in a fit, angrily stomping his feet as he went.

He attempted to ignore the obvious hissy fit the other was throwing, but not one to be ignored the angry softshell continued to stomp back and forth. He even made a point to do so right in front of the TV to block his view.

Nardo felt his eye twitch in annoyance. He loved his twin, but sometimes he could be more annoyingly dramatic than even Nardo himself.

“Ok I’ll bite,” Nardo relented with a sigh. “Still can't get into the lab?”

“Shut up.” Tello snapped to which Nardo threw his hands up in exasperation. Seriously, what did the guy want him to say? At least the softshell had stopped his pacing, but now he was just standing there directly in front of the TV.

Hoping to entice the other to get out of the way Nardo waved at the open seat next to him on the couch in offering. Tello acquiesced the offer and collapsed down on the couch with a scowl, glaring at the TV.

“For your information, I could get in at any time. But Angelo has informed me that it would help to ‘build trust and respect’ if I ‘respected Donnie’s boundaries.’”

“Yeah, I bet. And that’s why you attacked the door.”

“The punk refuses to open them so we can have a proper discussion,” Tello explained, apparently aghast that the younger softshell would dare ignore him. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“Um leave him alone?” Nardo suggested with a shrug. “Listen, he’s mad but just give him time to cool off and you’ll be back to… whatever you two are.”

Tello seemingly ignored him, muttering to himself as he continued glaring at the TV. Nardo sighed in exasperation before trying to tune back into his show.

Fights over the lab weren't uncommon between the two softshells; however, things came to a massive blow after Tello decided (without outside input) to upgrade the lair’s security system. Now stuck with all the work to integrate the new systems, Donnie had banned Tello from the lab in retribution. Tello may have felt bad at the time considering how stressed Donnie had seemed, but he had been distracted by admiring how pretty the angry flush on Donnie's face made him look. Was he not supposed to remark how ravishing the other was at that moment?

The looks on Leo and Raph’s faces had been hilarious at the time as they watched their brother attempt to tear Tello a new one. Oddly enough Mikey had seemed excited about the fight, but Angelo had been quick to intervene to stop Donnie’s attempted homicide while El pulled Tello away to give him a stern lecture for upsetting the other.

“Have you noticed anything off about the boys lately?” Nardo asked randomly, remembering how annoyed Mikey had seemed that the fight had been stopped.

“One, you must stop calling them ‘boys’ Nardo, they are fully matured adults,” Tello said with a judgemental look, which yeah, a fair point. “And 2, are you referring to Leo’s forts or Mikey’s aggravated mood?”

“Eh, both I guess,” Nardo said with a shrug.

Tello scoffed. “It is likely just a case of adjusting to the increase of bodies living in the lair full time. Leo is attempting to establish his will on the space around him, while Mikey is posturing. Both should resolve themselves in time.”

Nardo nodded in agreement but didn’t feel as confident in that assessment as Tello seemed to. To him, it seemed like there was more to it than that. While he might be inclined to agree with the assessment of Mikey, Leo’s seemed off. Leo didn’t appear to have any issue with having the older group of brothers around, judging by the wandering eyes Nardo had caught on more than one occasion. He believed Leo when he said he loved having Nardo and his brothers around.

But something was up. Over the last week, it wasn’t uncommon to see Leo walk back and forth from the bedrooms, dragging any blankets, pillows, comforters, or large towels he could find to pile to build intricate forts with. Once finished, he just would leave them to sit and take up space. No one had complained yet, but Nardo had taken it upon himself to clean up and put all the materials back in their respective rooms to avoid any potential fights from breaking out.

Deciding to table his concerns for his smaller counterpart for the moment, Nardo focused back on the TV as the show delved into Houdini’s film career. However, as time passed Tello appeared to grow more and more restless, shifting back and forth in his seat.

“Annoyed sigh,” Tello stated as he drummed his hands on his knees before standing up. “Well if there's nothing else for it I suppose I can venture out to the scrap yard. At least today won't be a total waste.”

“Need any help with Mantis?” Nardo offered, though Tello declined.

“Mantis and I have an… understanding. I take whatever I want without interference, and he gets to keep his raptorial legs. He won't be a bother.” Tello said confidentially. Nardo winced. He almost felt bad for the bug mutant knowing how painful it must have been to have reached that particular understanding.

“OK, don’t have fun without me,” Nardo said, waving his brother off with a smirk.

“Oh, I’ll have a blast.” Tello mocked back as he headed back down the hallway leading to the garage.

Nardo settled back in to try and continue his show, but it wasn’t much longer before he was interrupted again. This time by Leo creeping into the room, though he much preferred this interruption to his twin’s hissy fit.

“Hey, there he is! I was wondering where you had gone off to.” Nardo exclaimed with a smile on his face. “Want to watch the rest of this with me?”

Leo jumped, startled by the attention. He hadn’t expected to be noticed right away and struggled to get his bearings before answering. “Yeah definitely,” he said, looking to the side and biting his lip in apprehension. “But first I kinda need to talk to you and your brothers about something.”

“Oh?” Nardo questioned knowingly. “Is this at all related to the thing you wanted to talk about last night?” He asked, raising an eye ridge and smirking at the surprised look on Leo’s face.

“Uh yeah, it is,” Leo embarrassedly admitted, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Do you happen to know where your brothers are? It’s kinda important and I’d rather just tell you all together.”

Nardo hmm’ed for a moment, curious about what this news could be and a little concerned based on how uncomfortable it seemed to make Leo.

“El was in the garage lifting weights and Angelo was back down in the arcade last I saw them,” Nardo said, having passed them both earlier that morning after finishing his mediation. “You just missed Tello though. He’s headed out to go to the scrap yard.”

Panic struck Leo’s face at the news.

“He left?! He can't leave!” Leo yelled. Nardo’s concern grew as he watched the other’s panic take hold, Leo’s hands shaking and breathing becoming harsh.

“Woah Leo! Hey bud look at me.” He said, quickly standing and grabbing the other’s shoulders forcing him to look into his eyes. “It's ok. Deep breaths.” Nardo made some overly exaggerated breaths and waited for the other to copy him. Leo did and after a few moments his breathing calmed down and the shaking in his hands settled to a slight tremble.

“Ok, now that we’re calm,” Nardo said patiently. “Want to tell me what that was about?”

Leo’s face was red in embarrassment. He hadn’t anticipated how the season would cause him to react to one of the others leaving since his brothers would never leave the lair by this point. However, he couldn’t admit that to Nardo just yet.

“Sorry, it’s just,” Leo stammered, looking off to the side to avoid facing Nardo. “It’s just really important that I tell you all together.”

“Ok,” Nardo assured him, knowing there was more to it than that but not wanting to push him. “That’s fine. I can text him if you like. Or I'm sure if we go now we can probably catch him before he leaves.”

Leo nodded.

“I can go, he might miss your message if he’s about to leave and you don’t need to come. I got it” Nardo was about to reassure him that he didn’t mind going, not wanting to leave the other slider alone after that episode but Leo had already left, quickly racing out of the room to catch the softshell.

Nardo watched him go with a measured look before taking his phone out and sending a quick text to Tello anyway to let him know that Leo was looking for him, knowing the softshell would see it. He considered mentioning the younger’s off behavior but decided against it knowing that Leo probably already felt embarrassed enough without the others knowing.

It didn’t take long for Tello to answer back, confirming that Leo had found him and the younger was adamant about joining him on his trip to the scrap yard. Nardo thought that was odd considering Leo’s reaction to Tello leaving not just a moment ago but sent a quick thumbs up back confident Tello would keep an eye on him. After some more consideration, he sent a quick message to El and Angelo to let them know that Leo had something he wanted to talk about once he was back and that they should probably stay close to the liar until then, just to avoid any future freakouts.

Concerned by Leo's behavior, but satisfied the smaller slider was under the watchful eye of his twin until he was ready to share whatever announcement he had planned with everyone, Nardo settled down to finish his documentary.

Time passed, and soon his show was over. He debated starting another but figured he had been sitting too long already. Standing up to stretch his legs, he started to aimlessly walk the lair peeking into rooms to find anyone about.

Raph was busy in the kitchen, appearing to do some kind of inventory. Nardo had offered to help him, but he had nervously declined. Strangely, it almost seemed like he was trying to hide stacks of food behind him, but Nardo decided not to question him about it. He got the feeling the poor guy was just as worked up as Leo was earlier and hoped that whatever news Leo had also shed light on Raph’s mood as well.

He couldn’t find Mikey anywhere but did feel a pressure on the back of his head when he got close to his room. Like someone was trying to glare holes into his skull through pure malice. He stopped trying to find him after that.

He could hear the sounds of arcade and weights, confirming his suspicion that his brothers were still preoccupying themselves. He considered joining them but knew it would end up in some kind of competition between them, which he didn’t feel up to at the moment.

Finally, he found himself in front of the lab’s doors. He could still see the scorch marks on the door from earlier when Tello had tried to force his way through. But unlike his twin, Nardo had another way he could get it if he wanted to.

One of the many happy discoveries they had made since waking up in this timeline was the return of their mystic powers. Something Nardo hadn’t realized he had missed that much til he made in first portal in who knows how many years. And not only that, but their powers had evolved. Nardo no longer had to rely on his swords. He could now freely teleport wherever he wanted, pending he knew where he was going. And if there was a place he knew very well, it was the softshells’ lab.

He debated on whether he should risk interrupting Donnie, knowing the other must be busy. But he also knew that without the others busting down the door to force him out, Donnie would likely work himself into a coma.

‘So a mandatory break it is then’ Nardo thought as he popped out of existence, reappearing just beyond the doors inside the lab.

The lab is darker than expected when Nardo reappears. The purple neon lining the room and fairy lights strung across the ceiling that usually lights the room are all off. The only source of light comes from the brightness of the many monitors on the wall.

Even with the limited lighting, it doesn’t take long for Nardo to spot Donnie. The other sat at a nearby desk, head laid down and drooling on his keyboard. His time avoiding sleep in favor of work must have caught up with him. He spies a battle shell hanging up on the wall and, after many years of becoming familiar with the Donatello way, he figures it must not have been necessary for work and was removed once the weight on the softshell’s shoulders became too much.

Chuckling lightly, he places a hand on Donnie’s shell to gently nudge the other awake.

“Donnie? Come on Dee, time to get up. This isn’t a good place to sleep.”

Groggily, Donnie slowly raises his head, blinking blearily up at the older slider. Nardo holds back a coo at the sight as Donnie lets out a large yawn and starts stretching out his arms and arching his back as far as he can. However, he quickly has to reach and stop the other from going right back to sleep as Donnie begins to refold his arms and lay his head back down.

“No no no none of that now,” Nardo says, attempting to guide the softshell to sitting up in his chair. “Do you want to get something to eat? I’m pretty sure I saw Lil Red stacking up on those bland nutrition bars you like.”

The bribe doesn’t work either and despite his best efforts, a sleep-deprived Donnie refuses to cooperate. After failing to get him to at least sit up properly Donnie almost fell completely out of the chair. Luckily the slider is easily able to grab him before he can collapse to the ground.

“Woah there! Hey Shelldon, when was the last time Donnie got some decent sleep?” He asks the ceiling while attempting to readjust the other back in his chair.

“Dude,” The AI drawled from the speakers above. “He’s gotten like 6 hours of sleep in the last 3 days.”

“Of course he has,” Nardo muttered, taking a glance around the room.

At the insistence of all of the brothers, a rollaway bed had been set aside in the lab, typically reserved for long projects where Donnie or Tello couldn’t ‘afford to spend valuable time away from the lab.’ The bed was a compromise to ensure the two were at least trying to get some rest. Normally he hated the thing as it meant times when the family would be missing a softshell for a while, but right now it was a blessing. Spotting the bed already made up in a corner of the room far from the monitors, he confidently reached down and scooped the younger turtle up, allowing Donnie’s head to rest on his shoulder while Nardo’s hands supported his bottom.

“Uh bro, what are you doing?” Shelldon questioned suspiciously.

Nardo scoffed at the other’s tone. “What does it look like? I’m taking him to bed.”

“Man, I wouldn’t do that.” Shelldon cautioned. “Just leave it for Raph. He’ll be here soon anyway.”

Nardo raised an eye ridge in the general direction of the AI’s speakers, curious about the concern and wondering why they were so certain Lil Red would be coming here. Had the AI asked Raph to come or something?

“It’s fine,” Nardo countered breezily. “No need to bother Raph. I’m here now, I can handle it.”

“Ok dude, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” The AI muttered knowingly.

While Nardo carried Donnie over to the bed, Donnie seemed to slowly be waking up. Nardo could feel the slight movement as Donnie rubbed his head against Nardo’s chin and legs wrapped firmly around Nardo’s hips to better support himself.

“Hey Lil Dee, you awake?” Nardo asked softly, receiving a quiet churr in return.

‘Aw,’ Nardo thought. He couldn’t remember a time his own twin acted so sweet. ‘Sleep deprivation must be really hitting him hard.’

When they reached the bed Nardo attempted to gently set the other down so he could stand on his own. Donnie must have had other plans however as he quickly encircled his arms around Nardo’s shoulders and locked his arms and legs, refusing to be moved.

“Told you.” The AI sang smugly.

Ignoring the AI, Nardo tried to coach the other down to no avail. “Aw come on Donnie. Don’t you want to lie down?”

He tried to carefully pry the other off, but each time he tried Donnie’s grip would just tighten up more, like some turtle constrictor, and then Donnie would make the saddest chirping noise which broke Nardo’s heart a little. Chirping back hesitantly to try and comfort the other, he sat down on the bed hoping the change in position would encourage Donnie to let go and lay down. Instead the softshell began to chur happily, calming as the older slider stopped fighting his hold. The nuzzling returned and though Nardo couldn’t see, he could swear he felt the barest traces of teeth being pressed against his throat.

“Uhhhhhh…” Nardo stammered, face becoming red.

“And with that, I’m going on standby.” The AI blurted out in apparent embarrassment. “Thank you, mandatory system update.”

“Wait! Shelldon!” Nardo yelled, but it was too late. He could already hear the sounds of systems powering down. Assuming the security updates had been completed, Shelldon would be offline unless something triggered his emergency protocols. The bastard.

Not understanding the noises the larger slider was making, Donnie was content to languidly snuggle into his hostage and churr while the other continued to try and awaken the sleeping AI for assistance.

“Shelldon, don’t leave me! Wake up! Come on Donnie, jokes over you can stop now. Haha. Time to get off now. OW!”

Apparently not happy with the slider’s assessment of the situation, Donnie tightened his hold around the other and bit down on the base of the other’s neck with a large chomp. Nardo jolted in surprise at the sensation. The bite didn’t hurt and it wasn’t deep, but it was firm and it was clear he wasn’t going to let go.

“Donnie, let go now,” Nardo said sternly, only to be met with a growl as teeth dug deeper into his neck. His anxiety grew at the softshell’s uncharacteristic behavior, but he tried to remain calm. Looking back, Shelldon may have had some idea what was happening but they were no longer an option. While he could try forcibly removing them, he didn’t want to take the risk with Donnie’s strange behavior. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt the softshell.

“Ok, ok, ok. So something is clearly up with you and we have limited options.” Nardo said consideringly, trying to tilt his head to look down at Donnie as best as he could. This close he could see the dark bags under Donnie’s eyes and the arms around him, while still holding on firmly, were starting to shake with exhaustion. Concern welled up in him. Donnie needed rest but was doing everything in his power to fight it. Very much a Donatello move.

Huh.

Ignoring the continued growls, Nardo wiggled an arm free and dug through his pant pocket to pull out his phone.

“Aha!”

Easily able to navigate it with one hand (sometimes only having one organic arm was useful) he quickly scrolled through his contacts. Though he still refused to let go, his growls softened as Donnie grew curious about what the slider was up to. Finally hitting the call button, Nardo made sure to put the phone on speaker as he doubted Donnie would loosen his grip enough to be able to hold the phone up to his ear slit.

The phone didn’t ring long before a “You've reached the original Donatello” came on the line. Donnie growled loudly again, this time at the voice on the line, which Nardo gently shushed.

“Hey Tee, so I need some help,” Nardo stated, keeping his tone cheerful to not upset Donnie further. “Donnie is acting really weird and now refuses to let me go.”

“What do you mean ‘refuses to let you go?” Tello questioned, sounding suspicious.

“I mean he has his legs and arms wrapped around me like some kind of koala and is biting my neck.”

“Guffaw,” Tello says in amusement, causing Nardo to roll his eyes. “I’m sure that must be torture for you. Wait a minute,” Tello stopped. “YOU WENT INTO THE LAB WITHOUT ME?! YOU CRETIN!”

Nardo winced at the volume as his twin yelled, Donnie letting go of his neck to practically snarl at the phone by this point.

“Stop yelling!” Nardo shot back, trying to settle his agitated captor. “You’re freaking him out.”

“Humph, we’ll deal with this slight later,” Tello relented. “Admittedly though Leo has also been behaving peculiarly. Are there any other symptoms?”

Calming now that the yelling had stopped and feeling reassured that his captive had finally relaxed in his hold, Donnie wiggled in Nardo’s lap to make himself comfortable. His maw opened wide as a large yawn overtook him before returning to nuzzling Nardo’s neck, paying special attention to give gentle licks of apology to the bitemark he had left.

“Lethargic, clingy, veryyyyyy affectionate,” Nardo rattled off, doing his best to ignore the sensation of light licking on his neck. “And nonverbal, though he is making turtlely sounds.”

“Hm Leo is also showing some of those signs as well, though he doesn’t appear lethargic,” Tello muttered, more likely talking to himself than he was at Nardo. “Though that could be specific to Donnie if he’s been forgoing sleep in favor of work.”

“So any ideas?” Nardo asked as Donnie’s churring returned.

“Well, I think OH HOLY TRUFFLE MAC AND CHEESE!” Tello started to say before cutting himself off with a shout. Nardo jerks in concern, earning a sharp chirp of reprimand from Donnie as he begins glaring at the phone again.

“Tello!? What’s wrong? Are you guys okay?”

A stuttering “I- i -i -i -i” could be heard on the line.

“Tello, come on speak to me” Nardo pleaded in concern. “Did something happen?”

Some shuffling is heard on the line, then he hears what sounds to be Tello muttering “Oh, um okay I see” to himself.

“Tello?”

“It’s okay Leo,” Tello comes back on the line, sounding confident. Nardo raises his eye ridge however as the other’s tone had deepened considerably from before. “I know what’s happening now.”

“Okay?” Nardo questioned, still concerned by the earlier upset. “Care to share with the class?”

“They’re in heat.” Tello states simply, though his tone sent a shiver through Nardo’s body at the word ‘heat’.

Nardo’s face burst out in red and he looked down at Donnie, whose glazed-over eyes were looking back up at him adoringly with a rumbling chur.

“Uh… you sure about that Tee?” He questioned nervously, eyeing the churring turtle in his lap in tribulation.

“Positive.” Tello purred.

“We never acted like this in heat,” Nardo argued, voice sounding desperate. And why wouldn’t it be? Heats were serious stuff!

They could hear a slight muttering from Tello on the line as he talked to Nardo assumed to be Leo before answering him.

“Our bodies were under the constant stress of our environment,” Tello explained, seemingly taking a loud breath before continuing. “It would stand to reason that without the constant threat of the Kranng, the cortisol levels in their body wouldn’t impede their libidos as it did to our bodies.”

That… made sense, Nardo relented. He and his brother’s heats were more like a mild cold that lasted a few days due to the constant stress their bodies were under. He’s not even sure if any of them ever got the chance to experience a real heat like he had read about in scavenged Yokai medical journals. Looking back, the signs were pretty obvious. But that wouldn’t help Donnie now, so with a shake of his head he quickly focused on figuring out their next steps.

“So what’s the plan then? Get them to their brothers?”

Donnie chirped at the mention of their brothers, and Nardo could feel his tail wag excitedly against his leg.

“Based on their behaviors over the last week, it is likely that they are in heat as well,” Tello said, though there was a growl to his voice that had Nardo questioning what exactly was happening on the other side of the call. “I would recommend taking care of it until I return Leo home and we can get them all together. I will alert El and Angelo to the situation.”

Nardo blinked in surprise. “Take care of it?! What do you mean take care of it?!”

“Really Nardo, don’t be obtuse. It isn’t a good look. We will return shortly once I get Leo… more comfortable.” Tello said, mind elsewhere as his words seemed to drip in satisfaction.

“No no no no Tee, don’t you dare hang up on me!” Nardo rushed, but the line was already dead. Like future father, like son. Seriously, between Shelldon and Tello he was starting to take this personally.

Nardo was brought back to the matter at hand by the feeling of subtle grinding against his thigh. Now that Nardo was fully aware of the situation it was like the floodgates had opened. Nardo looked down to see a face flushed Donnie, sleepy eyes half-lidded as he chirped questioningly at Nardo. Embarrassment rushes through Nardo, hands hovering around the other as he tries to figure out the best way to remove the softshell from his lap.

“Now Donnie, uh you don’t want to do that,” he said, trying to reason with the other. “Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable with your brothers?”

However, just as with all his other attempts thus far he fails. In his tired heat-ridden state Donnie is too far gone to care if it’s one of his brothers taking care of him, or Nardo. Satisfied with his chosen mate, Donnie clumsily tries to adjust his legs so they are both wrapped fully around Nardo, using Nardo’s hands encircling his sides to help support himself. Once settled he resumes his sluggish grinding, this time against Nardo’s rapidly heating crotch, his churing now pitched higher in pleasure.

Nardo bites back a groan at the sweet pressure the other creates, trying to maintain control of himself and ignore the sudden interest growing hard inside his slit.

He tries to think through his next steps when Donnie’s churs slowly devolve into sniffles as Donnie grows more and more frustrated. The pressure isn’t enough, but he is too tired to do anything more to help reach his relief. Sympathy wells up in Nardo at the sight of the struggling softshell.

“Aw, Lil Dee it’s ok.” Nardo cooed tenderly, keeping one hand at the other’s side as he used the other to slowly rub the back of the other’s shell, tracing his fingers along the spine. A shiver runs through the softshell’s body and the sniffling recedes. Donnie seems torn between arching his back into the slider's hand or grinding into his lap. Soon enough the churrs returned, accompanied by the occasional chirp and slight panting. Dazed by reaction, Nardo pulls his hand away from the other’s spine bringing out another whine from Donnie which is quickly replaced by a deep moan when he reaches up to hold the nape of Donnie’s neck possessively.

Flinching back in embarrassment at his own boldness, Nardo tries to pull his hand away but a desperate series of chirps from Donnie causes him to cautiously return his hand to cupping the back of the other’s head.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he mumbles to himself.

Between the other’s wanton grinding and easy submission, Nardo can barely stop himself from rocking his hips up into the other. The temptation is overpowering, but he refuses to let it overcome him. Donnie needed help. If he could get him through this then he could get him to the rest of his brothers. With a deep breath, he settles himself, looking down at Donnie seriously.

“Donnie, look at me,” Nardo commands softly, tilting the other's head back to help the other follow through with his request. “I can help you, but I need you to tell me you want this. Say this is okay.” He knew it would be hard, Donnie had been nonverbal so far but he needed to hear this was okay before they went any further.

Dazed eyes gaze back up at him, and he worries Donnie may be already too far gone, but still, his mouth opens as he tries to answer.

“P-p-p.”

He can feel the heat of Donnie’s slit radiating against his plastron and struggles to stifle a groan as he waits for Donnie to finish. The feeling of slick seeping out and trickling down across his lap is maddening.

“P-P-Please,” Donnie whines desperately. A pink tongue quickly darts out to wet his beak. “P-Please touch me, Nardo.”

Donnie looks like a fantasy straight out of one of Nardo's wettest dreams. Luscious thighs spread wide across Nardo’s lap. His now thoroughly soaked shorts had slipped down his hips at some point, unashamedly showing off the cute flower head of his little cock beginning to peek out of his slit, dripping with slick and pre-cum. His hands curled on Nardo’s chest, his face flushed deeply, and his mouth gaping as he struggled to talk.

Nardo’s brain short circuits for a moment. He swallows the salvia quickly building in his mouth before nodding.

“Okay,” he says, sounding more composed than he feels. He pulls Donnie’s face closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. “I got you.”

Moving his hand away from Donnie’s hip, he gently teases the revealed head of Donnie’s dick before trailing his fingers lightly down and dipping his fingertip into the slit below. Nardo groans at how soft and warm Donnie feels around his finger, rubbing along the underside of Donnie’s dick still encased inside his slit as the muscles tighten, trying to pull his finger in deeper.

Donnie moans loudly, leaning back to spread his legs as widely as they would allow. Nardo feels himself dropping down into his pants at the sight as he continues to finger the other, pushing his finger deeper before slowly adding another digit. Donnie seemingly loved the sensation, happily matching the thrust of his fingers and rocking down into his hand with a purr.

While he loves that Donnie is enjoying himself, the angle begins to grow uncomfortable for his hand and he decides that a change in position is needed. There’s a slight whine when Nardo removes his hand as he attempts to reposition them properly on the bed. Laying Donnie down, he props him up with a few nearby pillows and slips off his shorts, taking the opportunity to slide out of his own pants as well. Now free of the restrictive clothing he returns to hovering over the smaller softshell, comfortably situated between spread thighs.

With a cheerful chirp from Donnie, he quickly returns his fingers to the other’s slit and uses his other hand to lightly grope the other’s upper plastron. Like his older counterpart, Donnie’s plastron is softer than his brothers', which allows Nardo to gently massage the other’s chest while continuing his fingering. The moan Donnie lets out fulfills something deep in Nardo, something that wants to provide and take. He grins down when he sees Donnie’s cock has fully emerged from his slit, bobbing proudly between them.

“That’s it, baby. Does that feel good? Do you want more?”

Unable to vocalize his desires beyond moaning and chirping, Donnie nods his head desperately, afraid of the pleasure of stopping if he doesn't answer. Eyeing the newly released cock, Nardo smirks as an idea comes to mind.

“Yeah, you do. Don’t worry, I got you.”

Shushing Donnie gently as he removed his fingers, he grasped the other’s legs, bringing them up and over his shoulder. Donnie seemed confused by the change until a groan was ripped from him at the feeling of Nardo’s cock slowly being pushed between those plush thighs. The heat of the other’s members lies deliciously against his own. Once he was fully settled Nardo used his free hand to grasp both their dicks together in a tight hold. The feeling alone of them both in his hold was driving him wild.

“Ready Lil’ Dee?” Nardo asked with a smirk as he dragged his hand over their dicks, spreading Donnie’s slick along both their members. He took the desperate gasps as an answer as he began to thrust into those thighs, pushing them both deeper into his waiting hand.

Between the exhaustion and heat, Nardo knew the other wouldn’t last long. Thrusting them into his hand over and over, being sure to focus his gripe at the flowered tip of Donnie’s dick just like he knew Tello liked. Oh how he loved the feeling of the other’s tip in his hand, tendrils slipping and gripping between his fingers teasingly. If they got the chance later he wanted to know how Donnie felt in his mouth.

Moans poured freely from Donnie’s mouth as he threw his head back, baring his throat in a mouth-watering display of submission. He wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion, heat, or just Donnie but the sweet docile picture Donnie made was captivating to Nardo.

With a growl he maneuvered his free arm to hook around the other’s legs, practically bending the other in half. Moving his hand from Donnie’s chest, he encircled his hand around Donnie’s open throat applying just enough pressure to hold him in place but not enough to cut off any air. Donnie chirped desperately at the shift as Nardo pounded harder between his thighs.

“G-good boy,” Nardo huffed, feeling Donnie’s body writhe in pleasure against him. “That’s my good boy.”

Donnie’s thighs were soft and welcoming, covered with the sweet slick pouring from Donnie’s slit. The other’s dick twitched needily in his hand, burning like a hot rod against his own member. Precum leaked everywhere, allowing his hand to glide deliciously over both of them and with each thrust, Nardo pushed them both harder and harder into the warm pocket of his hand.

After a particularly hard thrust, Donnie gasped delightfully and Nardo could feel the ‘pat pat pat’ of his tail against his thighs as it wagged with abandoned glee.

“Almost there.”

When at last Donnie’s hands reached up, grasping at hand around his neck and chirping frantically Nardo knew it was time. Removing his hand he leaned fully over the other, he firmly pushed Donnie down into the mattress with his chest and set a final punishing pace. While the other wailed below him, he opened his jaw and latched fiercely on the juncture of Donnie’s neck, like the other had done to him before.

Making sure not to break the skin, he held on to the other as their bodies rocked back and forth. Overcome by sensation Donnie’s hands shot out pawing at Nardo, only to be gripped in Nardo’s free hand and held firmly above his head. He let out a low possessive growl that shot shook through Donnie’s body, and then it was over.

He held on as Donnie came. His back arched off the bed, his toes curled tightly, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Cum shot out between his fingers as he continued to pump his hand, forcing out every drop from the other’s spent member, his own dick now thoroughly covered in the softshell’s mess.

He held on until he heard the sounds of Donnie’s whimpering, his body jerking in overstimulation. He carefully released his grip from the other’s neck and hands, slowly leaning back to allow the other to adjust to reality before allowing Donnie’s legs to collapse on either side of him. Looking down he was overcome with affection for the open pliant body with a glazed-over look lying below him.

“Beautiful.”

Donnie blinked dazedly up at the other chirping in contentment. He felt like he was drowning in endorphins. His body felt like it was trying to float away, but he knew Nardo wouldn’t let him go. Turning his face he began nuzzling into the bed happily, enjoying this feeling. He must have looked a sight, covered in his own mess and wiggling into the bed, but he wasn’t bothered by that thought at that moment. He knew Nardo was there and would keep him safe until he came back down to earth. He wanted to bask in this feeling and let it take him to sleep, but he could still feel Nardo’s hard member bumping up against him so with a quiet chur he spread his thighs out in offering. Nardo smiled softly at him before gently declining.

“Naw, this was about you. Don’t worry about it.”

Donnie’s eyebrows creased with a frown, unhappy with this decision. Weakly he tried to pull the other down on top of him but huffed as his exhausted body gave out.

“Next time,” he whispered, voice raspy and tired. It was quick, but a flash of uncertainty crossed his face at the thought that maybe Nardo wouldn’t want to do this again. Nardo was quick to snuff out any lingering doubt though.

“Next time,” Nardo agreed with a nod before placing a small kiss on the other’s forehead. Settled at the confirmation, Donnie didn’t bother to hide the massive yawn overtaking him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Nardo suggested with a chuckle as he moved off the bed. He walked over to the small washroom Donnie had installed in the lab, grabbing a clean rag from a nearby shelf and wetting it before returning to the bed.

Upon his return he found Donnie already passed out, snoring peacefully into his pillow. Dutifully Nardo cleaned the other up, moving carefully to avoid waking him up as he wiped him down. Once he had finished he grabbed the blanket that had fallen on the floor during their escapades and tucked the other in.

Satisfied with his Donnie-burrito, he picked up his pants and dug around his pockets until he found his phone. A notification was flashing with a new message from the group chat he had with his brothers. He opened it to find El instructing them to bring the others to the nest set up in the bonus room off of the living room. Sending his confirmation, he put his phone away before bending to retrieve his sleeping Donnie-burrito. As he moved to carry the other out of the lab, he thought it was funny that the nest was in the same room Leo had been building his forts in all week.

Wait a minute…

“Uh, whoops?”

Chapter Text

Tello should have realized what was happening; hell, they probably all should have. But alas, adjusting to normalcy after decades of fighting in an apocalyptic war was more challenging than he first imagined.

Life was simpler now with their younger counterparts. He no longer needed to worry about outmaneuvering the Kranng or them hacking into his systems. His brothers had stressed to him repeatedly that he could sit back and relax, to ‘enjoy’ himself. And he tried. He bickered with Donnie. Read old comics with Leo. Sparred with Raph. Tried Mikey’s new recipes. He really tried to relax. But still, he couldn’t shift his brain entirely out of war.

Even as he sat back and enjoyed the rare quiet moments in the lab while Donnie worked through one of his many projects, the ‘what ifs’ continued to whisper in his mind. They poked and prodded at his thoughts, demanding his attention. Pointing out small gaps here and there. Just little things, but things that could (and had) cost him. Blind spots in the camera that a spy could take advantage of. Sensors that a drone could sneak past. Delays in alarms that could mean the difference between escape and death. Little things, yes. Things that could probably wait until later, surely. But still, his mind couldn’t stop fixating on ways to keep his family, which had only grown larger, safe.

Maybe that was why he was so determined to update the lair’s security system despite others’ protests. Tello knew firsthand how gaps in the current system could be exploited. Why not take advantage of his experience to optimize it now before issues could even think to arise? It made the most sense.

Donnie was just being stubborn, a core Donatello trait, he admits. If only the brat would let him in to help finish the system migration, he would see that Tello made the correct call. Unfortunately, after his little tantrum, Donnie locked him out, and none of his attempts to re-enter the lab proved fruitful.

During the dressing down Angelo and El had given him, he had been expressly forbidden from blowing the doors off. No amount of hacking had gotten him through, which he would never admit to Donnie he was impressed by. Sheldon refused to listen, choosing to side with Donnie in retaliation for the extra work Tello had unintentionally added to the AI’s digital plate. Even his attempts to bribe both the Leonardos into portaling him in had failed.

The others didn’t seem as bothered by the younger softshell’s isolation. His brothers, while concerned, wanted to give the other his desired space. Donnie’s brothers didn’t seem to mind, but he had caught Raph leaving food outside the lab door for Shelldon to fetch whenever Tello wasn’t around.

So, without access to the lab and too restless to watch TV with his twin, he settled for heading out for some air at the scrap yard. Despite Mantis’ rough mannerisms, he managed to procure a surprising amount of discarded military-grade material to which the Donatellos were happy to help themselves repeatedly. He hadn’t anticipated the resistance he would receive while preparing to leave though.

“Hey, wait! Tello, wait!”

Tello turned his head to see Leo quickly catching up to him.

“Salutations, Leo,” Tello greeted lightly, stopping to allow the other to catch up. However, he did a double take as he noticed the frazzled look on the other’s face. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Physically, Leo appeared fine, but as he stood there wringing his hands together, Tello knew something was off.

“Nardo said you were leaving?!” Leo questioned anxiously.

‘Strange,’ Tello thought. ‘Leo had never seemed bothered by anyone leaving the liar before. He even seemed relieved yesterday when we went to visit Junior.’

“Only for a few hours,” Tello answered delicately, eyeing him carefully. “I’ve decided to visit the scrap yard to pick up materials for some new projects I’ve been considering.” The ‘since someone won’t let me back in the lab’ went left unsaid.

“But you can’t leave!” Leo exclaimed, startling the softshell back a moment with his vehemence. This behavior was very uncharacteristic of the slider, and Tello wondered what could be causing it.

“Really, Leo, it won’t be for long.” He attempted to placate when suddenly Leo lit up and quickly interjected before Tello could continue.

“What if I portal you?” Leo offered, sounding close to desperate by now.

“While I appreciate the offer,” Tello paused for a moment, consideringly. He didn’t want to upset Leo further, but that idea wouldn’t exactly work for his needs. “I will likely be hauling several heavy materials,” he attempted to reason. “So taking the Tank would actually be much more beneficial.”

He opened his mouth to try and question why a typical trip to the scrap yard was suddenly so upsetting to Leo, but once again, Leo interjected before he could get anything more out.

“What, what if I go with you?” Leo pleaded. The nervous energy steadily building throughout this interaction now seemed to be pooling off of his body. “I could portal the tank there and help you load it up. Then, once you’re done, we could just portal back. That’d be quicker, right?”

When Leo looked up at Tello, his pleading gaze was like a wounded puppy, eyes wide and imploring, and Tello knew his answer.

“Yes, it would,” Tello easily agreed, placing his hands on the slider’s shoulders (unknowingly mirroring his twin in his attempts to calm Leo down). “But Leo, are you okay? This whole situation seems to be causing you distress, and it is unclear why.”

Leo shook off his hand, shaking his head in denial.

“I’m fine!” He insisted, appearing semi-satisfied now that an agreement had been met, though the energy didn’t dissipate entirely. “There’s just something I need to do when we get back, so the quicker we get this done, the better.”

Tello considered trying to push further, not happy with the non-explanation when the other was still clearly upset, but then one of Angelo’s many lectures came to mind. The ones about giving others space to discuss issues on their own time. Curse his brother, and his mandatory Dr. Feelings talks.

“Very well, if you’re sure,” he relented, gesturing towards the garage. “Let us depart post haste then.”

They quietly made their way to the garage as Tello was reluctant to risk further upsetting Leo. The slider marched ahead, seemingly eager to finish this trip, with Tello trailing behind.

Feeling the vibration in his pocket, he saw a notice on his phone from Nardo. Apparently, Nardo had tried to warn him about Leo’s impending approach. He messaged back, confirming that Leo was with him. He noted that the younger had been very persistent in coming with him and that they would be back soon, slipping the phone back into his pocket after seeing Nardo’s thumbs up.

They passed by the arcade unnoticed. Tello could hear who he assumed would be Angelo or Mikey playing that dancing game again. Another mystery. The two seemed to have fallen into an unspoken rivalry over the game, always trying to break each other’s records. It would be entertaining if it weren’t for the unexpected antagonism Mikey played the game with recently. Something else to keep an eye on as well once he figured out whatever was bothering Leo.

Upon reaching the garage, he spotted his oldest brother in the assigned workout area, lifting dumbbells with Franken-Foot cheering him on. El raised an arm in greeting, dumbbell still clenched in his fist, before catching the look on Leo’s face. He opened his mouth, likely to ask what was wrong, but closed it when Tello subtly shook his head. He would rather not risk stirring the slider up again, and perhaps Leo would feel better once they returned.

El nodded, trusting Tello to handle whatever issues were plaguing him. He allowed the two to pass undisturbed as Franken-Foot dragged him further away to the lair’s make-shift wrestling ring.

Upon reaching the tank, Tello jumped inside to take the driver’s seat as Leo climbed on top. He watched as Leo materialized a sword in his hands, readying himself for the portal. It was clear Raph had been the last of them to use the tank as the driver seat was still adjusted for his size, so after rearranging the seat, he started up the tank and drove through the already summoned portal before them.

Tello never quite got used to the Leonardos’ portals; luckily, the slight wave of nausea he always felt after crashing over him faded quickly. Seeing that they had correctly arrived at the scrap yard without issue, he parked the tank and exited the vehicle. Leo had already jumped down as he stood nearby, tapping his foot impatiently on the dusty ground.

“Well, shall we then?”

They began scouring the scrap yard, looking for anything salvageable for Tello to use or anything that caught his eye. While Tello could easily manage it, Leo is quick to jump in and help him carry anything of interest to the tank. “It’ll be quicker if I help,” he says each time Tello insists he doesn’t need help.

They catch sight of Mantis near the front of the yard, but after catching Tello’s eye, the other mutant ducks around a heap of crushed cars and wisely gives them plenty of space.

He thinks they’re making good time, but Leo seems to disagree and repeatedly asks if they can leave yet.

“Almost,” Tello says patiently. “I just want to check this last heap over here, then we can leave. Usually, some spare military parts can be found over here.”

Tello rolls his eyes at the petulant groan, glancing over to see Leo shuffling awkwardly in place.
“If you would like, you can wait in the tank. I won’t be but a moment.”

Leo glances between him and the tank, looking torn, still shuffling in place.

“You promise?” He asks, and Tello feels some of the annoyance he had felt building within him during this trip seep away at the quiet question.

“Yes, I promise,” he states, waving Leo away to the van. “Now go.”

While he seemed hesitant to leave, Leo headed back to the tank at Tello’s prompting. Satisfied that the other had followed his instructions, he got to work scanning over the heap, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that he (or Donnie if he was feeling generous) could use on any future projects. While he did make some interesting finds, it unfortunately took him longer than he first calculated. Knowing the other turtle’s impatience during this trip, he wasn’t looking forward to the lashing he anticipated receiving once he returned to the tank.

Only, he didn’t get the lashing or complaining he thought he would when he got back. Instead, as he entered the tank with his finds, he was greeted with an odd sight.

“Um, Leo? Are you okay?”

There was Leo in the tank as he should have been. Only he pacing back and forth in the tank, which wouldn’t be odd in and of itself considering how much the slider wanted to go home. But Leo was constantly chirping distressingly to himself. It wasn’t often that any of the turtles made sounds like that anymore, not since they were kids. However, it wasn’t uncommon to elicit the occasional chirp (or hiss in Raph or El’s case) when someone was surprised. To see Leo chirping like that in such a distressed manner was odd, to say the least, and concerning.

Noticing Tello’s return, the slider perked up, eyes locking on Tello quickly before rushing over, seemingly making a point of shoving Tello’s finds out of his arms onto the floor with a crash.

“Leo?! Those materials are fragile!” Tello protested, but the slider ignored him, happily wrapping himself around one of Tello’s arms and chirping up at him, attempting to drag him to a nearby seat.

“Watch it! Leo, I’m going to fall if you keep this up.”

After trying to pull himself out of the slider’s grip and almost tripping over several piles of materials, he finally relented and allowed Leo to pull him towards one of the navigational seats. Upon reaching it, Leo pushed him back on the seat with a huff before crawling into his lap.

“Okay,” Tello said, looking around at the slider in confusion. “Now what?”

Leo didn’t answer, simply looking proud of himself and squirming to make himself comfortable, which Tello thought was very distracting. He was about to interrogate the slider further when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

It was a little challenging to wrestle his phone out with a lap full of Leo, but he managed, seeing a call from Nardo come through.

“You’ve reached the original Donatello,” he answered, frowning slightly when he heard a quiet growling noise answer back before his twin began speaking.

“Hey, Tee, so I need some help,” Nardo stated, voice sounding oddly strained. “Donnie is acting really weird and now refuses to let me go.”

Tello thought that sounded strangely familiar, eyeing Leo curled up in his lap.

“What do you mean ‘refuses to let you go?”

“I mean, he has his legs and arms wrapped around me like some kind of koala and is biting my neck.”

Tello barely held back a chortle of amusement. Okay, so that wasn’t exactly what he had been thinking.

“Guffaw. I’m sure that must be torture for you. Wait a minute.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to Tello. “YOU WENT INTO THE LAB WITHOUT ME?! YOU CRETIN!”

He could hear a snarl in the background but ignored it. He was annoyed at his brother for going into the lab without him after he had requested Nardo’s assistance numerous times in the last week. The scoundrel.

He rolled his eyes as Nardo yelled back at him across the line, indignation still rolling off him. While his attention was elsewhere, Leo took the opportunity to reach up and softly wave his fingers along Tello’s jaw with a questioning churring sound.

“Humph, we’ll deal with this slight later,” Tello says, unconsciously reaching a hand down to lightly brush against Leo’s jaw to return the comforting gesture. “Admittedly, though, Leo has also been behaving peculiarly. Are there any other symptoms?”

He looked down at the slider consideringly as he listened to Nardo rattle off symptoms.

“Hm, Leo is also showing some of those signs as well, though he doesn’t appear lethargic,” Tello muttered, lost in thought and not noticing as Leo slid out of his lap. “Though that could be specific to Donnie if he’s been forgoing sleep in favor of work.”

“So, any ideas?”

“Well, I think, OH HOLY TRUFFLE MAC AND CHEESE!” Tello shouted with a start when he felt a solid pressure below. He looked down to see Leo dropped to his knees, churring louder as he nuzzled insistently between Tello’s legs, the unexpected action sending a charge through his body.

He could barely hear Nardo’s frantic questioning on the line as he looked down at a clearly pleased Leo staring back at him. His eyes widened, and he began stuttering as Leo purred and licked at the growing bulge in his pants. A slight movement between Leo’s legs drew his attention. His face flushed when he realized at some point in his conversation with Nardo that Leo had decided to remove his shorts and was now gently teasing his own entrance with one hand. At the same time, he rubbed Tello’s inner thigh with the other.

“Oh, um,” He said, carefully caressing Leo’s face. As Leo melted into his touch, he felt something dark and possessive within him begin to take hold. His touches grew more confident as Leo stared up at Tello adoringly. “Okay, I see.”

Nardo’s continued calls to him from the line broke the spell that settled over the tank. Leo’s endearing look grows desperate, and he begins panting. Tello could tell that the hand below had also started to grow rough against Leo’s slit as the slider sought the friction he must be craving.

“It’s okay, Leo,” Tello says, tone deepening as he holds the back of Leo’s neck. “I know what’s happening now.”

He can hear Nardo’s questions as he begins to subtly rock his hips into Leo’s face, holding his head still. Happy that his chosen partner is starting to get with the program, Leo allows the handling as he feels the other’s hardening member rub against his face through the pants.
A smirk grows on his face as a particularly hard thrust smashes Leo’s face roughly against him.

“They’re in heat,” Tello stated, Leo cooing at the statement as his face is held against Tello’s body. On the line, he can hear the slight churr from a fellow softshell, further confirming that Leo isn’t the only one in season.

Predictably, Nardo questions him.

“Uh… you sure about that Tee?”

“Positive.” Tello answers, purring as he continues to rock against Leo’s face lazily. He rolls his eyes in exasperation as Nardo predictably denies it. Refusing to admit what’s right in front of his eyes after years of guilt had made Nardo second guess any comfort for himself. Poor Donnie, to be stuck with his self-denying twin. But not Tello, who can see the evidence before him so temptingly. Not Tello, who had learned to grab any happiness for himself and take it and keep it.

Speaking of taking, hypothetically, of course, he reached down to unzip his pants and release his now fully dropped member, letting Nardo continue on with his blathering. As he leaned back against the console, he saw Leo’s eyes dart down as they quickly zeroed in on the offering.

“Go on,” Tello smirked, being sure to keep his voice low so as not to draw Nardo’s attention to his actions, “Have a taste.”

Leo looks back up at him with an excited nod, a small drop of drool already slipping from the corner of his mouth. He wastes no time as he starts licking excitedly at the blossoming tip. Not wanting to alert Nardo off to the little game Leo and he started, he took a deep breath and tried to reason with his twin.

“Our bodies were under the constant stress of our environment,” Tello reasoned, stifling a groan as Leo paid careful attention to the tendrils of his tip, lapping and sucking gently on each one. “It would stand to reason that without the constant threat of the Kranng, the cortisol levels in their body wouldn’t impede their libidos as it did to our bodies.”

Really, the older slider should know this. But the war had left lasting impacts on their bodies. Tello doubts any of his bale had ever gotten the chance to experience something close to a typical heat, even early on in the war.

His thoughts are cut short as the younger slider gathers all the tendrils of Tello’s tip into his mouth and sucks. Oh, Newton, he feels so wet and warm. How was he just now doing this?
‘Clearly, this mouth was made for more than pop culture references and puns,’ he thinks as he slowly thrust again, pushing his tip in and out of the slider’s tight mouth.

Leo’s tongue drags against his member oh so deliciously, and Tello can’t help but grab his head again, forcing Leo to take more and more of his cock in that mouth.

Lost in ecstasy, Tello almost misses Nardo’s questioning about returning the two to their brothers, sending a surge of covetousness through him. And oh, like hell, Tello was giving this up, giving a particularly hard thrust into the offered mouth, inducing a whine from the slider.

“Based on their behaviors over the last week, it is likely that they are in heat as well,” Tello states, thinking back to Mikey’s aggressive displays and Raph’s food gathering as he pets Leo’s head in apology. He knows he’s not doing well at holding back the growl in his voice. Still, the thought of giving Leo away for someone else to handle is insulting, especially when he already had things well in hand. But he knew that keeping the brothers away from each other too long, especially in this state, would only bring harm.

“I would recommend taking care of it until I return Leo home, and we can get them all together.” He reasons. At least then, he could get Leo to a more manageable state. “I will alert El and Angelo to the situation.”

On the line, he could hear his twin sputtering.

“Take care of it?! What do you mean take care of it?!”

“Really, Nardo, don’t be obtuse.” He smirked as he pulled Leo off of him, enjoying the trail of saliva dripping from his dick to Leo’s beak, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. “It isn’t a good look.”

Licking his beak, Tello realized that at some point in their little game, the hand Leo had been using to rub at his slit had fallen away, leaving a puddle of slick dripping down from between his thighs on the floor.

“We will return shortly once I get Leo… more comfortable,” Tello teased as he lightly tapped his foot against Leo’s exposed slit, smirking darkly when the slider spread his legs further and whined in response.

He could hear Nardo begging him not to hang up, but honestly, his brother was being dramatic. Tello had more pleasurable things to do with his time than humor his brother’s unnecessary concerns.

Disconnecting the call, he stared down at the whining, panting mess before him as he commanded his gauntlet’s administrative system to message the rest of his brothers of the news.

“ShellMind, send the following message to the group chat name Future Bros: ‘The younger bale is in heat. Nardo is with Donnie in the lab. Leo and I will be returning to the lair shortly.’ End message.”

Satisfied that any distractions have been handled for the time being, he began to slowly dig his foot down harder on the other’s slit. Leo only let out a desperate moan in return.

“There, now that that’s taken care of, whatever shall I do with you, hm?” Tello asked mockingly. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good?”

Leo nodded dumbly, and Tello couldn’t help but think he looked like some kind of slutty bobblehead. His knees were spread widely, wet with slick running down his thighs, and his back arched in offer to Tello. The softshell growled lowly at the display, reaching down to tip Leo’s head back.

“Do you want to be my pet?” He leaned down, staring intently into the slider’s eyes to devour him. Leo’s pupils were blown wide, and his face flushed enough to match his markings. Hesitantly, a tongue darted out to lick his beak, barely catching the edge of Tello’s thumb. He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. Eventually, though, Tello heard an answer whispered softly, like a precious secret.

“Yes.”

Tello let out a pleased rumble, patting the slider’s head like an obedient dog.

“Good pet.”

Standing back up, he pulled the other to stand with him. The slider’s knees shook after kneeling for so long, but Tello ignored the other’s less graceful footing as he dragged him to the driver’s seat. Thankfully, the seat had been remodeled to fit El’s larger size, giving them plenty of room for… activities.

Taking a seat, he patted his thighs invitingly for his pet.

“Come, pet. Show your Master how good you can be,” he ordered, smirking as the slider quickly crawled into his lap, spreading his legs wide around his thighs. Tello’s cock was still covered in saliva, and now he could feel the slick covering Leo’s inner thighs joining it. Satisfied that there was adequate lubrication, Tello rubbed his dick teasingly against Leo’s slit, barely dipping in before pulling it out again.

“Still haven’t dropped,” Tello observed absently as Leo whined at the treatment. “So needy, and you haven’t. Even. Dropped.”

Grabbing the slider’s sides, he gently rubbed them, enjoying the sight of the other’s tiny waist in his hands, before quickly shoving the slider down on his dick with a mean grin.

“Excellent.”

A scream ripped from the slider’s throat at the quick stretch, and Tello’s eyes rolled back at the heavenly hot grip engulfing him, pulsing. It was a tight fit, only made better by the feeling of Leo’s trapped dick rubbing against his own inside the slider.

Leo let out a sob, and Tello almost scrambled back, afraid he had gone too far and hurt the other. Before he could pull the other off, however, Leo quickly wrapped himself around the softshell, his tail thumping happily against Tello’s thighs as he began to bounce in his lap.

“Such a slutty pet,” Tello smirked, feeling a twitch of the other’s insides at the praise. Then, he quickly got to work, setting a punishing pace. An obscene squish sounded as Tello thrust deep into the slider. “You’re so wet for me.”

Holding Leo’s hips, he forced the other up and down on his cock over and over again. Leo’s slit rippled around him, his trapped dick twitching uncontrollably against Tello. “I don’t know which is better, your mouth or your pussy.”

Leo throws his head back, moaning wantonly at the roof of the tank as drool starts to trail out of his beak.

“Like that pet? Like how your Master is fucking you?” Tello panted out, pulling the slider’s head close to his own. Leo nodded frantically, moaning and tightening around a groaning Tello.

“That’s my slutty pet.” Tello praised. “Are you going to let my cum in your tight lil pussy pet?”

Leo gasped, tears streaming down his face.

“P-Please! Please, please, please.” Leo pleaded desperately, trying to bounce with Tello’s thrusts, only to be stopped as Tello gripped his sides harshly.

“Please, what?” Tello demanded, voice dripping with dark delight.

“Please, Master! Please cum in me!” Leo begged tears and drool leaking down his face.

“Good pet.” With that,Tello finished with a few more harsh thrusts before pulling Leo down on his cock for a final time, releasing deep into the gasping slider. Almost overcome by the feeling of the warm tight embrace of the slit, he thought he could also feel the rush of Leo’s dick releasing alongside his own. Leo screamed at the delightful fullness as cum spilled out of him from around Tello’s dick.

Exhausted, Leo slumped against Tello’s chest in a state of blissful high, chirping quietly while Tello petted his shell lightly. Tello whispers quiet reassurances into the slider’s ear slits, telling him what a good job he did. His own head buzzed pleasantly, and he was already at work planning how to make this a regular thing as he began to start the truck. Leo was in no state to portal at the moment, but Tello didn’t mind driving back, especially if it meant Leo would be cock warming him for the entire drive.

Feeling Leo tighten around him and bounce once more in his lap as they pulled out of the scrap yard, Tello realized that the drive back might take longer than he first anticipated.

Chapter Text

Angelo missed a lot of things during the apocalypse. Hell, everyone did. There were obvious things like loved ones killed by the Kranng, being able to eat or drink without constant fear of contamination, or just sleeping deeply, which was hard when an attack could come at any time.

Then there were those small things unique to each being that they reminisced about late at night in the bunkers. For Nardo, it was TV and comics. For Tello, it had been Sheldon. For El, his stuffed animals and wrestling memorabilia. His brothers assumed Angelo missed his cooking or art, which he never corrected. They always were sure to share any supplies they snagged that could be repurposed for his art or used to help ‘unleash the flavor’ on whatever slop they were eating that day. Even in the apocalypse, Angelo had ways to stretch his creative muscles.

But that wasn’t what Angelo had missed. No, it was fun. He missed having fun. Sure, he and his brothers had found ways to entertain themselves in the bunker, but it wasn’t the same. He missed the kind of fun you could lose yourself in without worrying about ambushes or being too loud and drawing enemy attention.

So when he and his brothers came to this peaceful past timeline, he took full advantage of the chance to have real fun again. It had been a blast re-exploring a peaceful Hidden City not overcome by Kranng hounds. Still, Angelo would say his favorite place was the lair’s arcade. It was filled with games he hadn’t seen or played in years, and now he had all the time in the world to play again.

That was where he was now, playing Dance Dance in the arcade, and he was close to beating Mikey’s newest high score. He and his younger self had been in an unspoken competition for the last week, each sneaking into the arcade while the other was out to try and beat the other’s score. Michelangelos were not so surprisingly competitive, even for their often overly competitive family, but it was surprising how much that competitiveness came out when dealing with each other.

The spike of excitement Angelo felt when he walked into the arcade to see his initials ANG replaced with MIK for the top score on multiple games always made his day. He took great joy in topping Mikey’s usually ridiculous high scores. Dance Dance especially was a challenge, and Angelo was never so thankful to be returned to his 30s body with the stamina to keep up rather than the ancient body his overuse of mystic had rendered him in during the apocalypse. Never mind Nardo often joked about missing his ‘Yoda’ form.

As his score climbed, he couldn’t help but reflect on how quiet it seemed without his usual cheering section. Typically, one of the younger brothers would be there to cheer him on or try to trip him up depending on their mood, but they all seemed distracted the last few days. Mikey also seemed moody and distant lately, seemingly avoiding him outside their playful competition. Angelo had meant to talk to him about it but got distracted dealing with Donnie and Tello’s newest fight. Maybe he could track him down today to have that talk. Right after he demolished the newest top score.

“Heck yeah!” Angelo cheered as his newest score flashed across the screen, and he quickly input his initials in the top score slot. Satisfied, he sighed and stretched out his arms and legs. That had been more of a workout than he had thought it would. Mikey was really putting him through the wringer with this competition.

With his goal reached, he stepped out of the arcade to grab a post-gaming snack from the kitchen when he spotted El leaving the garage.

“So?” El asked knowingly as Angelo struck a confident pose with a smirk.

“New high score baby! You?” Angelo shot back, which El also smirked at, flexing his biceps.

“New personal best,” El boasted, and the two shared a high five.

“Nice!”

The two walk together, each bragging about their successful day when simultaneously, their phones ding as a new text notification comes in. Shooting a questioning look to El, Angelo pulled out his phone to see a new message in his and his brothers’ group chat from Tello.

‘The younger bale is in heat. Nardo is with Donnie in the lab. Leo and I will be returning to the lair shortly.’

“Uh…” Angelo looked up at El dubiously as El looked down at his phone to read the message. Angelo could remember their own heats, slight fevers and uncomfortable skin, but something told him this was different.

“Shit,” El muttered, and despite the seriousness of the situation, Angelo could stop the snort as his usually composed brother cursed.

“So…” Angelo questioned. “If Leo is with Tello and Donnie’s with Nardo, then where’s the other two?”

Before El could answer, a crash echoed down the hallway.

“I guess we’re about to find out,” El muttered, and with a shared look, they began to trek their way through the lair, letting the continued sounds of clinks and clanks lead them.

Angelo considers the mess of fabric and fluff everywhere as they pass through the lounge.

“If they’re in heat,” He started to ask, eyeing the piles of blankets and pillows thrown about the room. “Do you think that’s supposed to be their-”

“Yup.” El interrupted, wincing as he recalled all the times Nardo had cleaned the room in the last week.

“Yikes,” Angelo grimaced at their shared realization. This wouldn’t be good.

The sounds eventually led them to the kitchen, where they spotted a flustered Raph surrounded by piles of food and bottled water. By the look of things, the snapper had been piling everything together to move, but in his agitated state, his sweeping tail knocked over his piles, scattering everything across the floor. The smell of stress stink hung heavily in the air.

Angelo moved to step forward and comfort the younger snapper but was stopped by El’s hand on his shoulder. He glanced up at El in confusion, but El shook his head and gestured for them to give the younger snapper space.

“Hey buddy,” El called carefully, mindful of the other’s distress. Raph continued mindlessly trying to gather food while unintentionally making the mess worse. “It seems like you need some help. Can you tell us what’s wrong?”

Raph looked up at them vacantly as if he just realized they walked in. He stared for a moment before diverting his focus to the piles of food and drink. They both waited patiently, knowing he heard El, and they were content to allow Raph to answer when he was ready.

Soon, they heard an answering mutter.

“Food, need food in the nest. But the nest isn’t ready yet.” Raph whispered, whining at the end as more water bottles rolled away. Angelo’s chest tightened at his pain, and El let out a comforting rumble to help ease Raph’s distress. It worked as the whines died down, and Raph continued to explain haltingly.

“Need to get Donnie, but the nest isn’t ready yet. Leo’s gone. No nest and no food. But I need to get Donnie, and Leo’s gone.”

The smell of stress stink is overwhelming now. El deepened his rumble further, and Angelo took the opportunity to break out some Dr Feelings comforting.

“It’s okay,” Angelo soothed the flustered snapper, “Leo’s just with Tello, and Nardo has Donnie. They’re okay. And we can help you fix the nest up, right El?”

El nodded in agreement, not bothering to break his rumble as Raph’s tail slowed its agitated sweeping. It’s clear that Raph isn’t entirely with them, but luckily, he still seemed present enough to understand them.

“Mikey follows Raph and Donnie,” Raph muttered, glancing between El and Angelo. “Mikey won’t know the nest is ready.”

“That’s okay!” Angelo quickly assures, “I can get Mikey. Why don’t we have El help you finish the nest, and then by the time you’re done, we can get all your brothers in the nest with you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Raph doesn’t answer, though he does look calmer. Seemingly satisfied with the plan, El was already moving to grab the piles of supplies. Angelo watched in amusement as a rumbling El gently guided a more subdued Raph out of the kitchen to settle in the lounge.

Angelo moved out of the kitchen to check the TV room, but there was no Mikey to be found. He was confident the moody turtle hadn’t been in the arcade with him, and he was sure El would have noticed if Mikey had snuck into the garage with him, so that ruled out two rooms at least.

Methodically, he checked through the boys’ rooms but still didn’t find him. There are broken pencils and brushes thrown about Mikey’s room, and fresh paint splatters on the wall, proving he had been there recently. Leo, Donnie, and Raph’s rooms are all clear, though.

Maybe he had gone to the lab? If Nardo had been with Donnie, he may have opened the door for Mikey to slip through. It was worth the shot.

When he gets to the lab, the door is still sealed shut. He debated knocking to check if either of them had seen the missing family artist, but moaning through the door stopped him. It sounded like Nardo really did have things well in hand.

He began to step away after debating on checking Splinter’s room when he felt an intense presence bore down on him. Found him.

“Mikey?” Angelo called, looking around but still unable to see where he was hiding. The Michealangos were the teams’ ninja hide-and-seek champions for a reason. The pressure remained, but Mikey still didn’t reveal himself.

“Mikey. Come on, I know you’re here.”

Slightly disappointed but not surprised when no answer came forth, Angelo frowned as he looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of orange hiding in the shadows of the rafters. Just as he debated jumping up to check them out, a burst of heat gathered behind him. Jumping quickly to the side, he turned to see a pair of glowing chains narrowly miss him.

He whistled appraisingly at the sturdiness of the chains. Following them to their handler, he finally locates his missing box turtle, who jumped down from the shadows while Angelo had been distracted looking elsewhere.

“Oh wow, Mikey, have you been practicing on your own? These look great!” Angelo praised, ignoring the increasingly incensed look as Mikey began baring his teeth and growling. Frustrated at his failed ambush, Mikey angrily threw the chains down and leaped at Angelo, who easily dodged the frenzied attack.

“Uh, having some trouble there?” Angelo asked as he jumped back to put more space between him and Mikey. Leering down, he eyed the fully dropped dick swaying between Mikey’s legs. Talk about sexual frustration. Mikey hissed at him in response until a particularly loud moan came from the lab door.

Distracted by the softshell’s cries, Mikey stared longingly at the lab’s sealed doors, letting out a pitiful sounding churr, trying to call to his currently occupied brother. Angelo really felt for him.

“Aw, do your brothers usually help you with that?” Angelo asked gently, carefully moving closer to the other box turtle while he was distracted. “Things got a little messed up this time, huh?”

Taking notice of his approach, Mikey’s attention circled back on the much closer Angelo as he let out a deeper, more threatening growl. Angelo frowned at the tone and began to ready himself, subtly gathering energy into his hands in anticipation.

“Now Micheal, that’s enough,” he chastised sternly, holding his stance as Mikey began to advance. Predictably, Mikey ignored his warning, stalking closer, and judging by the look on his face, he was ready to take a bite out of Angelo at the first opportunity. But that’s okay! There were obviously some feelings happening that Mikey needed help processing. And Angelo was the turtle for the job.

Once he was close enough, Angelo quickly snapped his wrists, using his gathered power to take control of the chains Mikey had abandoned in his heat-addled state. With a jerk, the chains quickly rose and circled around Mikey, trapping his arms to his side while pulling their original summoner down to the ground, anchoring him in place.

Trapped, Mikey quickly thrashed against his binds, fighting to free his hands and take back control. But while Mikey has several years of practice mastering his powers, Angelo has over a decade. In the end, Mikey can only move his head, his arms pinned down to his side, and his legs buckled underneath him.

“There we go.”

Angelo smirked at his successful catch as he shook his hands, dissipating the unused power. He immediately felt terrible when Mikey only continued to thrash and growl animalistically, wholly lost in instinct.

“I know, I know. That wasn’t cool,” Angelo cooed, reaching out to caress Mikey’s face, being sure to pull back before the trapped turtle could take a bite out of him. “But we couldn’t risk you hurting someone. You’re a little pent-up. Let’s get you down to the lounge; that’s where your guys’ nest is, right? I’m sure your brothers will be there soon.”

Mikey doesn’t seem satisfied with this explanation and continues to snap at Angelo’s hand as Angelo debates how to best move the agitated turtle.

At first, he had considered simply levitating the chains to the nest, but considering the other’s overly aggressive behavior, he worried Mikey would hurt the others in a desperate attempt to relieve his heat. Listening to Donnie’s cries behind the door probably didn’t help matters. He would need to be settled before being placed in the nest with the others. Luckily, Angelo was more than capable of helping.

“No worries, Dr Love is here to help.”

The near miss of Mikey’s jaws caused him to jerk his hand further back, and a dark look settled on Angelo’s face as he smirked down at his captured prize.

“But Dr Tough Love can work too.”

With a flip of his wrist, Mikey’s torso was roughly pulled down to the ground leaving his ass presented up in the air. Mikey growled, his eyes slit as he watched Angelo circling around him.

“Now, this is a pretty picture. I’ll need to grab a spare sketchbook next time,” Angelo mused absently.

Once behind him, he groaned at the view Mikey created. His tail held high to showcase his pretty glistening slit and hard cock on display. The chains highlighted the spots on his scales and the feral look on his face as he glared back at Angelo. Beautiful.

Despite the growling protests, Angelo noted the way slick was slowly making its way out of Mikey’s slit and how his shell arched and legs spread more the longer he looked. Licking his lips, he smacked Mikey’s hip, causing him to let out a hiss, more slick dribbling out. He brought his fingers up to trace the slip teasingly before roughly plunging them in with no warning, grinning at the moan he pulled from the other.

“Color?” He asked blasé, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out, ignoring how Mikey’s body started to writhe below him in a laughable attempt to escape his touch while simultaneously grinding back on his fingers. Mikey’s eyes flashed at him as he growled, but Angelo could feel his walls tighten around his fingers as he awaited his answer. Eventually, the other looked away petulantly, teeth still gritted in forced defiance.

Angelo practically purred when Mikey finally whispered out a reluctant “Green.”

“That’s a good boy, Mikey,” Angelo cooed back mockingly as Mikey hissed in denial. So that’s how it was going to be, huh? Angelo leaned over the top of Mikey’s shell, being sure to keep his fingers plunged into Mikey’s tight heat while using his free hand to his free hand to grip the back of Mikey’s neck, pushing down to smash his face into the hard floor below.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?” He mocked, intentionally placing more pressure on the other’s neck for a moment in warning. When no further hisses came forth, he sneered. “Heh, yeah, that’s what I thought. You like this, don’t you? You like it when I remind you of your place.”

Mikey growled in denial, but Angelo pushed down again, bringing his hips close to the other’s bottom so Mikey could feel the heat of Angelo’s cock drop down against him.

“Say it,” Angelo ordered as Mikey thrashed against the chains, legs kicking out to try and dislodge Angelo to no avail. Mikey struggled to maintain composure, but it quickly became a losing battle when Angelo’s fingers grazed against Mikey’s sweet spots deep inside. He let out a high whine and pushed back against the hand needily.

“Say. It.”

The desire to fight was quickly fleeing as the fingers continued to stroke, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

“I.. like it,” Mikey stuttered quietly, face flushed in embarrassed arousal.

“Come on,” Angelo continued to mock cruelly, jerking his hand roughly. “You can be louder than that. It’s not healthy to keep these things bottled up,” he joked.

In a show of mercy, he removed his hand from Mikey’s neck, leaning back to instead reach under the other’s body. Taking a moment to lightly pet Mikey’s plastron, soon his hand finds its goal; Mikey’s weep hot dick. He feels scorching hot in his hand, and precum is already dribbling down onto the floor. He wasted no time in gripping the other tightly in his hand and started jerking desperately.

Mikey cried out sweetly as he was torn between trying to thrust his restrained hips into that hand or push back onto the fingers still stuffed in his slit.

“I like it!” He called out hysterically, tears building in his eyes at the dual sensations. “I like it! Please!”

“There you go,” Angelo murmured warmly, leaning back over Mikey’s shell to whisper in Mikey’s ear slit. “Now, here’s your reward.”

Without warning, Angelo sank his teeth into the back of Mikey’s neck, holding him in place while he hooked his fingers deep inside him and jerked harshly. Mikey thrashed in his grasp to escape the sharp pain of the bite, but the fingers inside danced on his sweetest spots, and the tight grip jacking him off kept him in place. All the different sensations mixed together until finally pushing Mikey over the edge with a choked-out moan as slick and cum gushed out of him like a fountain.

Satisfied, Mikey sank down onto the floor, the chains finally loosening to free him as any fight left in him dripped out of his slit and dick.

“That’s a good boy. See, all you needed was a delicate touch.” Angelo chuckled at his joke while removing his hands from Mikey. Leaning back on his heels, he looked down at the dripping mess in front of him and began to jerk his own dick. It doesn’t take him long to cum with the perfect muse blissed out in front of him, his release covering Mikey’s backside to mix with the younger’s own mess.

“Yeah, definitely grabbing the sketchbook next time,” He noted, chuckling when Mikey let out a happy chirp in agreement. After a moment of rest, he carefully gathered the content box turtle into his arms, a satisfied Mikey snuggling into the crook of his neck and churring happily as he carried him to the nest to get cleaned up and comfortable, knowing the others would be joining them shortly.

Chapter Text

El had never fully appreciated just how large he was compared to his brother until he had found himself back in the past. He had always been the largest of his brothers, and age never changed that. While the twins eventually surpassed 6’5” by their mid-twenties, they could never compete with the eldest, who now stood at a whooping 8’5” tall. 

But when he stood before their past selves (and wasn’t that crazy?), looking down at their open, shocked faces, he felt gigantic. Like his touch alone would break them. Even Raph, already 6 feet tall, still seemed so small against El. It made El nervous being around them when he and his brothers first arrived. 

But the younger bale was patient with them, Raph especially. The younger snapper never shied away from El’s touch, more than happy to have others around so much bigger than he was. It was such a novelty that Raph seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. El can recall the look of wonderment on Raph’s face the first time El picked him up. 

But Raph never seemed as small as he did in the kitchen. Seeing him clearly suffering, worrying about food (which El felt so guilty for), an incomplete nest, and missing brothers, protectiveness swelled in El. This needed to be fixed.

As Angelo left to go and fetch Mikey, El gently led the younger snapper to the underconstructed nest in the lounge. Looking back, he and his brothers should have guessed something was up, given the younger bale’s behavior all week, but there was time to dwell on that later; Raph was already trying to rearrange the blankets. After placing the gathered supplies aside, El calmly approached the other, casually observing Raph’s growing frustration as he struggled to lay a blanket just right.

“Here, bud, let me.”

Offering his hand, El patiently awaited Raph’s decision on whether he wanted his help. Raph looked up at him judgingly, but El kept his stance passive, not wanting to further upset the already worked-up turtle. When Raph finally relented with a huff, handing over the uncooperative blanket, El smiled and got to work.

Though his nest-making skills might not match Leo’s, he recalled observing the nests crafted by other yokai in their bunks at some of the safer bases during the early stages of the invasion. He tried to replicate them as best as he could remember. As the war dragged on, heats became rarer as security was essential for mutants and yokai to experience proper heats so fewer nests were made as the years went on. It comforted El that the younger bale could take comfort in having regular nests. Yet another reminder that the invasion was over for them.

Once finished, he stepped back to admire his work. Not bad if he said so himself.

“Well, what do you think?” El asked Raph, who continued to hoover close by. “Do you think it would get Leo’s stamp of approval?”

Raph scrutinized the nest meticulously, circling it slowly before turning to the pile of snacks and water El had carried in. Sensing Raph’s plan, El swiftly moved to intervene.

“Woah there, buddy, let me.”

Gathering the supplies, El carefully arranged them alongside the nest, ensuring they were within easy reach without fear of them getting in the way. 

“There we go,” El announced, feeling quite proud of his creation. Taking note of Raph’s calmer demeanor, El figured he was happy with the results as well. Gesturing towards the nest, El invited Raph to give it a try. “Well, want to give it a test run?”

Raph perked up at the thought of finally being able to unwind in his bale’s nest, yet uncertainty filled him as he glanced down the hallway toward the lab. 

“Brothers?” he asked hesitantly, his tail anxiously swishing behind him. 

“Don’t worry,” El reassured, hand placed on the other’s shell to guide him. “I’m sure my numbskulls are taking good care of them. Let’s text them that the nest is ready so they know to bring your brothers here.”

El pulled out his phone to swiftly send a brief message to his brothers’ group chat while coaxing Raph to settle into the nest. Raph obeyed, but his continued glances down the hallway betrayed his unease. Knowing it was never good to mix distress with heats, El tried to get the other to relax, running his claws lightly down the spikes of Raph’s shell. Although the spikes were usually insensitive to touch, El knew from first-hand experience the best places to touch and how much pressure to use for a soothing back scratch.

Slowly but surely, Raph melted into his touch, slumping against his side. El chuckled as Raph arched his back into his hand, clearly trying to direct his touch to more sensitive areas. 

“There you go,” El murmured comfortingly as he scratched. “Everyone is safe and will be here soon.” 

El watched as the last traces of tension melted away from Raph’s form, leaving him dreamily seated, his eyes blinking up at El languidly with a gentle smile. Bending down, El affectionately nuzzled the smaller snapper’s head, eliciting a soft purr of contentment.

“That’s it,” El crooned. “Why don’t you lay down and get comfortable while we wait for them.” 

Nudging his head lightly against El’s chin, Raph started to move, but, instead of laying down, he snuggled closer to El’s side, purring deeper and nestling his way beneath El’s arm. Taken back, El raised his arm to allow Raph to rest his head comfortably against his plastron. 

Unsure of this development, El cautiously wrapped his arm around the other, only to feel him shutter in his embrace. El’s face lit up as a swift glance downward confirmed Raph’s thighs were beginning to rub together suggestively. It seemed his back scratches had worked a little too well.

“Hey buddy, doing alright there?” El questioned with a nervous chuckle, only to let out a yelp when he felt the wetness of a tongue trailing along his neck. Pulling back slightly, he was met with a pair of half-lidded eyes.

“Woah, uh, don’t you want to wait for your brothers?” He asked apprehensively, swallowing dryly as Raph edged closer, seemingly intent on resuming his licking. El knew he already had his answer. El considered their options for a moment but eventually sighed in resignation. Leaning back down to nuzzle the other, he kissed the top of his head before asking “Or do you want me to care for you?” 

Raph chuffed in excitement, nodding and eagerly returning the nuzzles. The warmth between them enveloped them as they exchanged affectionate smiles. Then, El started to shift, gently guiding Raph to lie in the sea of blankets beneath them while he hovered above his prone form.  

He placed light kisses along Raph’s face, along his forehead, cheeks, and snout, earning himself a giggle before trailing his mouth lower to the neck. Giggles quickly turned to gasps as El kissed lower, stopping to suck at the sensitive juncture of Raph’s neck. Rubbing the other’s sides, he continued to suck and nibble at the tender spot until an impatient whine interrupted him. Sitting up, he admired his work. A small bruise was already surfacing on the skin and he pecked the mark softly in apology.

Moving further down, he continued his trail of kisses down the plastron, stopping to tease each sensitive spot he knew, enjoying each reaction he pulled from the other, subtly adjusting himself between Raph’s legs along the way. While distracting Raph with light nibbles at a particularly delicate spot, he discreetly worked the other’s shorts down below his knees. Once done, he lifted the other’s leg, encouraging Raph to bend it as he fully removed the shorts, being sure to lift the leg to deliver a light kiss to the inner knee as he finished.

Now fully exposed, Raph lay below him, face flushed and chest heaving as he panted heavily. Already El can see the juices of his slit beginning to leak out, sliding down the crease of his inner thigh. Eager for a taste, he leaned down, directing Raph’s muscled thighs to wrap around his shoulders as he went. Placing a small kiss at the top of the slit, he blew on it lightly, teasingly, grinning at the resulting shiver that quaked Raph’s form.

“Do you want me lil mama?” El asked, delighted at the cute squeak he heard and the fervent nodding he received in answer. Placing another kiss on the inner thigh, he moved inwards to press his snout against the outer lips as he worked his way to the dripping slit before him. Above him, Raph’s whines echo in the room. Not wanting to tease the other further, he extended his tongue fully to give a nice, long lick along the entirety of the slit. 

Raph threw his head back with a shout as El continued to trace his slit with his tongue, not yet trying to breach. Absently, El noted the legs tightening around his head as Raph jerked his hips against his snout, seeking something more. Something deeper. With a low growl, El began to part the slit slowly, firmly holding Raph’s hips down as his tongue began to enter. Once inside he gently started to thrust it in and out, gradually working his way deeper with each thrust. 

Raph moans turned to pleas at the treatment, his claws scrambling above his head for purchase as his slit spread more, releasing more juices for El to greedily lick up, ripping a fresh wave of moans from him.

As El delved deeper, he felt a hardness beginning to rub against his tongue and knew he had found it. The secret pouch within which housed Raph’s dick. Growling in triumph, he pushed in as deeply as he could, using the lure of his tongue to stroke the underside of Raph’s dick from the inside.

Raph scrambled wildly with a cry at the new feeling, claws now ripping into the blankets as he babbled. Desperately he pushed against El’s head, trying to signal for the other to pull out for a moment. Instinctively, El grasped the flailing legs tightly to hold Raph still but pulled his head back, licking away the slick smeared across his snout. Seeing the other’s distress, he rubbed his thighs comfortingly and questioned worriedly “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” 

He had thought the other had been enjoying himself, but did he misread the situation? “Did that hurt? Do you want to stop?” 

Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, Raph’s face lit up in embarrassment as he shook his head in denial.

“N-no,” he stuttered. “Was… gonna drop…” 

After forcing his words out, he quickly hid his face behind his hands to escape El’s gaze. Silence filled the room between them, and Raph worried he had made a mistake. He risked a glance to check on El when suddenly his hips were pushed up, causing him to fold in half, as El leaned forward to capture him in a kiss.

Taking advantage of his surprised gasp, El’s tongue quickly filled his mouth, forcing him to taste himself, which he readily accepted with a groan of appreciation.

When El finally pulled back, they were both panting messes, faces inches apart as they both tried to catch their breaths. 

“Good,” El said with a crooked grin, rutting his hips so Raph could feel the lump of El’s dropped dick rubbing against his shell. With a final kiss he sat back, wrapping Raph’s knees around his shoulders. His lower half now trapped in the air, Raph was forced to tightly grasp the blankets of the nest for balance as El eagerly returned to his meal.

Staring down at Raph’s stunned, panting face, El quickly slammed his tongue back inside, relishing in the gasping cry Raph gave. Working purposely to tease the hidden pouch, he thrusted his tongue in the positively weeping slit, twisting it inside to touch every nerve he could. It doesn’t take long for El’s ministrations to pay off, and he’s rewarded with Raph dropping directly into his mouth with a shout. At the shock of the sudden sensation of a warm mouth surrounding him startles him, Raph tries to pull away again, tears streaming down his face, but El refuses to release him this time, grip kept tight on his hips to leave him trapped against his mouth.  

Raph felt heavy on El’s tongue as he gave it an appreciative suck, pulling another loud cry out from Raph at the treatment. Moaning at the feeling he continued to suck, wrapping his tongue around the cock’s base to assist him. While he worked, his tail looped around and made its way to Raph’s open, gasping mouth. After a particularly deafening cry, he quickly stuffed the tip into the unknowingly offered mouth and began to thrust it along Raph’s tongue, timing it to align with his mouth. A deep favorful groan permeated from Raph as he’s fucked from both ends.

Head thrown back, hands tangled in the blankets with a death grip as tears stream down his face, Raph felt himself falling apart at the seams. But it still wasn’t enough to push him over the edge as his hips jerked in El’s hold. Seemingly sensing his turmoil, El pulled a hand from around Raph’s hip as he released Raph from his mouth, ignoring Raph’s muffled whining cry to not stop. 

Shushing him gently, El wrapped his now free hand around Raph’s dick to jerk it roughly. 

“Come on, baby,” El crooned at Raph’s messy, devastated face. “You can do it.”

Moving his mouth below Raph’s dick, El returned to his earlier task of eating out Raph’s soaking slit, lapping at it harshly. The warm heat surrounding him felt even tighter this time as he extended his lure outside the slit to wrap around Raph’s dick, still keeping his hand stroking the tip as his tail went to town on Raph’s mouth. 

Raph kicked his legs wildly against El’s back as he felt something in him building higher and higher. He knew he was on the precipice when El reached deeply, grazing against Raph’s cervix.  Then he finally reached it. His legs froze, locking around El’s head, as his back arched high into the air. He wailed around the tail as he felt himself falling apart. Slick gushed from his slit as cum shot out of him like a geyser, covering his plastron in his own seed as he came apart. 

Time stretched out before them, and Raph floated high above himself as he laid there panting, eye vacant as he stared up at the ceiling. El on watched with a soft look. After removing his tail, he carefully lowered the rest of Raph’s body down on the nest; he attempted to remove himself from between slick-covered thighs, only to be halted when they refused to release their hold, choosing to wrap around his own hips. 

Suddenly a hand shot out and snagged his mask, forcing him to come crashing down onto Raph’s waiting body. Catching himself before he face-planted, he looked down in surprise to see Raph’s half-mast eyes once again locked onto his. The legs around him tightened, and he felt Raph’s hips grind deliciously against his own, eliciting a shocked laugh from him.

“Eh, still not enough, huh?” He teased.

Raph whined, heat all but destroying his refractory period as he began nipping insistently at El’s throat, focusing his grinding on the lump of El’s dropped dick still trapped in his shorts, which only grew harder at the tempting offer Raph was putting out.  

“I’d love to,” El gasped at a particularly torturous rut. “But I don’t think even you can take it. At least, not without more prep,” he tried to reason, but Raph didn’t care, refusing to stop when he felt the outline of what he wanted pressing up against him.

“C-can try,” Raph whined, and as the grinding continued, El quickly felt himself quickly losing the battle against temptation.

“Fine,” he finally relented, reaching to shove his shorts down. “But just the tip.”

Finally free, his large barbed dick bobbed in the open air, precum leaking copiously from its tip. Once slotted up to rub against Raph’s slit, they both groaned as their heated members touched and they began to rock together, Raph’s juices quickly covering his member. Each gasping for air each time El’s tip barely caught Raph’s entrance.

Taking a moment, El sat back to stroke himself, staring down at the absolute panting mess Raph was as he made sure to fully cover the juices over his tip. Locking the other in a desperate kiss, he guided himself towards Raph’s slit, teasingly rubbing his tip against the lips before slowly pushing it inside. Unlike against his more malleable tongue, the slit resisted at first at the blunt intrusion before slowly opening up around him. Their kiss broke apart as Raph groaned at the delicious burn from the stretch and El cursed under his breath as the tight heat enveloping him.

Then, with a pop, his tip was fully engulfed inside. Raph cried as he saw stars, and El forced himself still. It was hot, like a burning inferno, and impossibly tight. With each breath Raph took, he could feel him flutter around him and he narrowly avoided biting through his tongue as he worked through the pleasure. When it seemed they had both caught their breaths, he began kissing Raph again, cautiously thrust into the other slightly, being sure not to push too deep. They rocked back and forth, snouts locked together in passion as they moaned into each other. It didn’t take long for Raph to tighten even further, if such a thing was possible, and El knows Raph is close again. 

What he doesn’t expect is for Raph to force him in deeper when his second orgasm hit suddenly. Mouth opened in a silent cry, Raph locked around him again, legs tightening and pulling his hips impossibly closer. Unable to escape the other’s hold, he cursed as more of his dick was forced inside. The unexpected tight heat surrounds over half his dick and overcomes El, as he finds himself falling as well. Around the vice grip of Raph’s slit, his cum comes squirting out in all directions, covering both their hips as El gives a final shout of completion.

Blinking dazily down at a dopily smiling Raph, El felt his own grin cover his face as a wave of peace settled around them, only to be immediately disturbed. 

“Seriously, I have got to remember to grab my sketchbook.” 

Jolting up in surprise with a curse, he turned to see Angelo standing just outside the nest with fidgeting Mikey in his arms. Not sparing a mind to his still-occupied brother, Angelo released Mikey into the nest, only for Mikey to rudely shove El out of the way as he began to lick up a mess covering Raph.

“Hey!” El yelled, affronted by the attitude, but Raph didn’t seem to mind. His moans once again filled the room as Mikey eagerly lapped up the cum and slick covering him. Angelo moves to sit next to El as they watch the two younger mutants trade kisses during the clean-up. 

Sighing at his interrupted wind down, El grabbed a couple of water bottles and offered one to Angelo, who immediately chugged it. He moved closer to Raph to encourage the other snapper to take some as well but froze in bewilderment when he was stopped by Mikey’s angry growls and glare.

Raising an eye ridge in confusion, he watched Angelo chastise Mikey until he backed off, pouting as he returned to clean up duty, still eyeing El distastefully.

“Sorry about that, I’m sure he doesn’t mean it,” Angelo hastily reassured him, looking sternly at Mikey. “Heat just makes him extra… aggressive I guess.”

El rolled his eyes in exasperation, settling for helping Raph drink later as Mikey successfully distracted his focus away from El.

“If he acts like that, then I’m afraid to see what Donnie turns into.” 

“Looks like we’re about to find out,” Angelo smirked as he watched Nardo enter the room with a dozing Donnie securely wrapped up in his arms. 

“Got room for us?” Nardo asked sheepishly, already stepping into the nest to lay Donnie near his brothers. Raph’s attention instantly shifted from Mikey’s mouth, cooing as he reached out to cuddle with the slumbering Donnie. The older turtles watched as Donnie slowly began to awaken to trade sleepy kisses with Raph while Mikey shifted farther down to rut against Raph’s thighs. 

“Huh? I was expecting more biting,” El stated. 

Nardo shrugged, collapsing down next to his eldest brother, gratefully taking an offered bottle of water. “I think he’s still pretty exhausted. Shelldon said he hasn’t gotten much sleep the last few days.”

“I wonder who’s fault that is,” Angelo muttered in annoyance. Hearing stumbling coming from down the hall, they all turned to see a clearly drained Tello walk in with an enthusiastic Leo wrapped around him, grinding away desperately, smearing slick all over him as he whined.

“Well, look who it is,” Leon snorted.

Tello looked at his brothers in fear, unable to remove the frantically horny slider by himself.

“Help,” Tello pleaded, ignoring Angelo and Leon’s laughter as El stood to help him carefully extract the clingy Leo. His Master no longer in his grasp, Leo turned his attention to El, trying to wrap himself around the large snapper, but El simply settled him down onto the nest, where his brothers’ chirps and moans quickly drew his attention away, and he readily moved to join them. 

Fatigued, Tello allowed himself to drop down next to Nardo with a groan. A still snickering Nardo consolingly patted his shoulder and offered him his bottle of water, which he readily accepted, downing most of it in one gulp. Gasping for air once he’s finished, he watches as Nardo happily drops himself down onto Raph’s dick, making out with an equally frenzied Mikey, who had started rutting into Raph’s slit. Above them, Raph and Donnie continued to make out, moaning into each other’s mouths as Raph’s fingers wrapped around Donnie’s erect cock. 

“I may have made some… miscalculations,” Tello admitted, worn out from the multiple rounds Leo pulled him into on the drive back. 

“Yeah I think we all made some mistakes this week” Nardo snorted as the older bale watched over the younger turtles, who were clearly more than satisfied now that they were all together in their properly supplied nest. “But they seem okay now.”

“I’m getting tired just watching them,” El sighed, leaning back as Angelo lay across his lap. “How long will they be like this?”

“A few days at least,” Nardo answered, reclining against El’s side. “Once they calm down again, we should try to get some food in them.”

“As hot as this is, I’m glad our heats are never like this,” Angelo said. El nodded in agreement until the twin’s simultaneous choking drew their attention. They both turned to see the eldest twins look at each other in panic, and fear gripped El’s heart.

“Our heats won’t be like this, right guys?” El asked desperately, his stomach turning as Tello smiled nervously. 

“Well…” Tello started.

“With the drop in cortisol levels…” Nardo continued.

“Right, guys?!” El yelled over them, refusing to hear the truth. “RIGHT?!!!”

Oblivious to the mounting panic just a few feet away, the younger bale chirped and churred happily in their warm, comfy nest.