Universe: Not really sure - Choose your favorite and go with it!
Characters(Main): Leonardo, Michelangelo.
Michelangelo couldn’t help but look up from his comic book when he heard Leonardo inhale and exhale deeply as he mediated in the middle of Mikey’s bed room floor. It was a nightly routine for the two turtles; Mikey would listen to music or read his comics while Leo mediated. Although there was little reason to mediate when he was around his small bubbly mate, Mikey seemed to keep the larger turtle grounded and sane. But every now and again, Raphael would push Leo a little too far or Master Splinter would overcorrect him, which Leo always took too hard and too personal. After days like that, he had to mediate.
Crawling to the edge of his bed, Mikey studied his boyfriend. Leo was sitting with his back toward the bed, giving Mikey a perfect view of his shell. Gashes and scrapes covered Leo’s carapace from years of fighting. Some were from just playing and rough housing with his brothers but some were reminders of his battles with the foot and the Shredder. Leo had removed his gear for the night, including his mask. Mikey couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that Leo had his trusty katana blades within arm’s reach. Leo never let his guard now, even when he was with Mikey. In fact, his guard was on high alert when he was with Mikey. But his guard was not up to protect himself, it was to protect Mikey. Mikey pitied the fool who tried to attack him while Leo was around.
Careful not to wake Leo from his trance, Mikey climbed off the bed and walked around Leo. He tip toed, avoiding the candles that surrounded the large turtle. Sitting down with is legs crossed, Mikey mirrored his mate, allowing their knees to almost touch. It wouldn’t surprise Mikey at all if Leo knew he was sitting in front of him, but yet Leo trusted him enough to not worry or try to wake from is trance.
Michelangelo felt his stomach twist into a knot as he stared up at Leo, watching his facial features. His eyes were closed in a very relaxed manner as if he was asleep. Leo’s mouth moved slightly. Mikey wondered if he was talking to his inner thoughts. Mikey’s eyes continued to scan down his boyfriend’s body and stopped at his neck.
Leonardo’s pulse was low but clear to see through his carotid arteries. Mikey licked his lips as he thought about how fast and hard Leo’s heart always beat when Mikey touched him, and it pounded even harder while they made love. But for now, Leo’s heart rate was slow and calming. His heart was strong and its sound sent a chill down Mikey’s spine. Leo was now twenty-two years old, he mind and body were at their peak. His leadership skills were perfect and no one, not even Raph, questioned his judgment anymore.
All four of the turtles had grown up. Leo turned out to be the tallest of them, easily standing over six foot. Raph was not too far behind Leo, but he made up for it in width and bulkiness. Donnie was still the same, thin and lankly. Mikey was not surprised that he was nearly two feet shorter than his brothers and not where near as muscular.
Mikey’s breath hunched when Leo’s shoulders rolled back, making himself look bigger but his face remained calm. He was trying to comfort a problem in his mind. Mikey leaned forward and smiled as his eyes scanned over Leo’s shoulder and arms, enjoying the simplest of Leo’s skin tone. Unlike the rest of them, Leo was a forest green color which in all honesty was a normal color for a turtle. Darkened parts around his arms were outlines of scars. He had blocked so many blades and other weapons with his arms. A scar ran from his right collarbone to the center of his sternum, right where skin met plastron. Mikey remember when Leo got that injury, it was from one of their first battles with the Shredder.
Mikey sighed as he lifted his hand and rubbed the scar above his knee, he had gotten it the same time Leo got the one on his collarbone. That battle with the Shredder was one of their worst. Shaking his head, Mikey’s eyes moved down to Leo’s plastron. His chest rose with each breath, and slowly fell back down has he exhaled.
Leonardo was the perfect ninja, the perfect brother, the perfect son. Mikey never understood why Leo wanted to be his mate. Leo was his protector and he would follow Mikey to the ends of the Earth and beyond. Mikey never felt like he deserved such a wonderful boyfriend.
Michelangelo enjoyed their little games they played. Their own twisted way of ‘cat and mouse’. Leo could be very devious and quite persuasive when it came to their sex life, leaving Mikey on the edge of temptation. When Leo first started to show signs of interest toward Mikey, the small turtle was very naïve and innocent. He had no idea of the things Leo had planned for him. But even now, after years of being together, Mikey still found Leo to be unpredictable when it came to sex games and play. And even though Mikey was fully aware of Leo’s thoughts, he still played along as Leo’s young and naïve mate, which drove the large turtle insane with lust.
Leo had told Mikey several times that he cared deeply for him and that he meant the world to him, but Leo never told Mikey he loved him. Mikey, on the other hand, told Leo how much he loved him nearly very change he got. Leo was nearly impossible to read, and even Mikey had a hard time guessing what he was thinking about. Every time Mikey asked him what he was thinking about, Leo would smile and simply say ‘you’.
Mikey’s eyes widened as he heard Leo’s chest rumble with a deep primal churr. He quickly leaned back and placed his hands between his folded legs, waiting to see what Leo was doing. Although Leo’s face had not change, Mikey saw his chest raising and falling faster and his hands twitched. Mikey held his breath when Leo’s eyes darted open, looking down directly at Mikey, their eyes meeting before Mikey could process that Leo had had woken from his trance.
“Umm- Hey,” Mikey gulped nervously. Leo raised an eye ridge as he eyes softened and blinked a few times. Even after being together for years, Leo still made Mikey nervous.
“Hello,” Leo replied, he voice hardly louder than a whisper, “I felt your presence.” Mikey quickly looked down at the ground. “And I can also feel that something is troubling you.” Mikey sighed as he looked back up at Leo, Leo searching his face for an answer.
“Do you love me, Leo?” Mikey asked. Leo’s eyes narrowed, taking insult from the question. He swallowed his emotions and replaced them with a smile as the opened his arms, wanting Mikey to sit in his lap. Mikey slowly crawled toward Leo and plotted down in his lap, his legs going on each side of Leo, their plastrons rubbing together slightly.
“What kind of question is that, Mikey?” Leo tilted his head as he hands rubbed up and down the length on Mikey’s arms. “You know I love you more than anything.” Mikey nodded and leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of Leo’s neck.
“You never tell me,” Mikey muttered. Resting his chin on top of Mikey’s head, Leo hummed while his hands wondered over Mikey’s carapace.
“I could tell you, but what would that mean? Anyone can tell you they love you but not everyone can prove it. Love is a verb. Love is doing something and being someone, not words.” Leo explained. “And in my defense, I believe I do a lot just to show you how much a love you.”
“Gee, Leo, I never thought about it that way,” Mikey sighed happily, a great pressure lifting from his chest. Mikey leaned back so he could look Leo in the eyes. “I guess I am the one who needs to do more, huh?” Leo cupped Mikey’s face with his hand and placed a soft, tender kiss on Mikey’s beak.
“No, not at all.” Leo purred as he started kissing Mikey’s jawline, tracing the outline of the bone with his tongue.
“How can I show you how much a love you then, Leo?” Mikey moaned, his head shifting back to let Leo have more room to nibble at his neck. Both turtles let out a low playful churr. Leo leaned up and nuzzled Mikey, enjoying the feel of his soft skin.
“Just by being you,” Leo answered as he blew warm air in Mikey’s face. Mikey smiled as he reached up and locked his lips with Leo.
He was indeed going to show Leo how much he loved him.