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The chapel was small and silent. Mostly left untouched, cleaned only barely once in a while, it’s decoration and statuaries graced with a coat of dust and the kiss of cobwebs. It was strange and haunting but Raphael would come to it all the same. Some days he simply needed the silence and the stillness to remember who he was.
It never lasted.
The movements were utterly silent but the big snapper was trained enough to catch the faint scent that shifted in the air around him. Brows furrowed over his closed eyes and he bent his head, further, not moving from where he kneeled in prayer. Another shift in the air and Raphael could sense the presence suddenly so close to him, despite not a single noise having been made.
“So this is where you keep hiding…”
That voice was sinfully smooth, as always, and Raph could feel his shoulders wanting to lift at it. At the way it curled around him and tugged at his senses. He took a careful inhale but found himself stopping when something didn’t seem right in the breath he took in. Something… warm and alluring.
“I’m not hiding, I’m praying. Or trying to.” he answered, quietly.
The laugh was soft and lilting, tugging even harder on his senses and Raphael furrowed his brows even deeper. Almost unable to help it, he opened one eye and turned his head slightly, looking up at the figure that was standing beside the prie-dieu he occupied.
“What do you want, Leonardo?”
The slender turtle tilted his head, those deceptively sunshiny eyes watching him with open amusement and hunger. Cool fingers drifted against his shoulder and Raphael’s gaze flickered to them before back up to those bright eyes.
Leonardo pouted, lightly and cutely, as he shifted in even closer to the big turtle. As he did, Raph became aware of that warm and alluring scent, something he recognized but also didn’t.
“I get lonely when you hide from me, padre ~” the vampire murmured, tracing slow patterns against warm skin and managing to pull an involuntary shiver out of Raph. The tone of Leo’s voice was different somehow, too. Something undefinable but pleasant and it made the red turtle’s annoyance at being interrupted begin to fade.
“I’m really not hiding from you, Leo. I promise.” he said, feeling the need to reassure the slider and was rewarded when that pout gave way to a smile, instead. The length of those dangerous fangs came into view but it wasn’t threatening, making the vampire look pleased. Leonardo slid in even closer on silent feet and let the hand on Raph’s shoulder slip up and across his shoulders. It traced against the back of his neck and Raphael felt his breath hitch at it, all too easily.
As Leo draped himself in against Raph’s side, he rested his head on a broad shoulder and hummed up at the much larger turtle. The slider fit himself in, tightly, and the snapper found his attention being taken over by it. The delicious scent was strong and Raphael swore that it was pulling at something deep and dark inside him.
“Then you won’t mind if I join you…?” Leo asked, his voice soft and downright sweet. Something about it made Raph feel odd but he shook his head, almost without thinking.
“Nah, you can stick around with me.” he answered. He blinked after having done so, though, brows furrowing at it. Wait, why had he agreed that easily?
The vampire wasted no time at all, leaving Raphael no chance to change his mind or second guess anything. Slender limbs moved and a moment later, the big snapper found himself with the slider almost straddling his lap where he was kneeling. He startled at it, a hand coming down to rest against Leonardo’s side and the smaller turtle hummed up at him, appreciatively.
“I was hoping you’d say yes~” Leo murmured and Raph’s eyes widened as he sat down against one of the red turtle’s broad thighs.
The vampire was wet. Downright sopping and Raphael stared down at those fiery eyes as the blush rose across his cheeks, swiftly. Leonardo’s arms draped over his shoulders, hands curling against his neck as he began to churr, the sound heated and inviting. Downright intoxicating. More so than that, though, was the scent. Now that Leo had settled himself with his legs spread, it hit Raph full force and his nostrils flared even as his heart leapt in his chest.
Deep in his abdomen, the snapper felt heat rise and he didn’t realize he’d moved until he had both hands against Leo’s waist and his snout almost pressed against a lime green shoulder. The vampire made a low sound at it, fingers rubbing at the back of Raphael’s neck encouragingly. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the ex-priest remembered a lesson, something learned when he was still a deacon in training.
“... it’s a blood moon…”
The laugh from Leonardo was soft and delighted but also hot and alluring.
“I was wondering if you knew what that was~” he purred and then rolled his hips, rubbing the wet heat between his legs against Raphael’s thigh. The big turtle shivered at it, inhaling sharply and getting an even deeper snout full of Leo’s enticing scent. It made his mind reel, his senses swimming. He’d been so careful! He knew Leonardo wanted to have sex with him, that was plain as day, but during a blood moon a vampire became more powerful. More hungry. How that manifested depended on the vampire and it seemed it had put the slider into some form of estrus.
“I-I can’t…” Raphael protested, his voice low and trembling, even as he breathed against Leo’s shoulder to catch more of the inviting smell. The vampire hummed, tilting his head and giving a lilting chuckle as he rolled his hips, pulling another shiver from the bigger form.
“Of course you can, padre~ ” he purred, “I want you to~”
Raph made a low sound, trying to keep his mind focused and finding it harder and harder to do. Particularly when Leo rubbed his dripping slit up against him again, his churr growing louder as he did.
The sound was warm and vibrating with something that drove heat straight down Raphael’s spine to throb between his legs. He barely registered that he’d moved until his hands were on Leonardo’s shell, one at his shoulders, the other at his hips, and was pulling the slider closer. The blue turtle hummed approvingly and pressed one of his legs up between the snapper’s own to rub it against Raph’s slit. The bigger turtle gasped, filling his lungs with Leo’s scent again and feeling strange and hot and lightheaded from it.
“... I d-don’t want to… t-to hurt you a-again..!”
Leonardo nuzzled Raph’s cheek and then pressed a soft kiss against it, a move that was surprisingly affectionate. Enough so that it had the big snapper leaning up to meet eyes that shone like rubies and burned with the bright fires of temptation. They drew him in, pulling at his mind and heart and shredding his resistance and will as they did.
“You’re not gonna hurt me, padre . I know you won’t~”
That voice and those eyes. The scent wrapping around him and the wet heat against his thigh. The hands at the back of his neck. The lithe body underneath his own hands. Raphael shivered, harshly, all up along his spine as his restraint cracked and his vision went faintly red at the edges.
His chest rumbled, low and deep, turning his head to find the spans of slender throat so close to his snout. Raph pressed his lips against it, feeling the strange mimicry of a pulse that the vampire had and parted his jaws. He bit at lime green skin, still careful despite the burning want that was flickering through him and was rewarded with a gasping moan from Leonardo.
The slider churred, a shiver following the streak of heat and triumph that sent through him. Rolling his hips, he rubbed his dripping slit along Raph’s thigh again, not stopping the movement this time. He used the action to bring his own thigh up to bear against the bulge growing between the big snapper’s legs. The sound he earned for it was a shivery growl and Leo tipped his head back, tugging on Raph’s neck, encouragingly.
“That’s the way, chulo … Just give in~”
Low and honeyed, making the larger turtle groan softly before those teeth returned. The bite was firmer, more possessive and Leonardo gave a shuddering sigh, his churr skyrocketing in pleasure. Calloused hands moved against his shell, the one at his shoulders supporting his smaller frame as the other dipped down.
Licking his lips, Leo lifted his tail and canted his hips, guessing where Raph was going and was rewarded when thick fingers pressed between his legs from behind. Rubbing up against his slit and pulling the gasp from him, easily. He rocked himself back against them, eagerly and shamelessly, purring at the sensation and nuzzling at Raphael’s cheek.
“A-Ah..! Mmm~ Yes, touch me…”
The snapper shifted and found the slope of a shoulder, biting there hard enough to mark this time and the vampire groaned, hot and wanting. The tremble that rippled through him made his slit part with a gush of slick heat, his eager sex dripping wet.
One of those big fingers found the folds of his pussy without hesitation and Leo arched as Raphael rubbed against them. His hips twitched and jerked, rocking them back and forth and helping to push himself against the teasing touch. He’d been aching for and wanting this for so long. Being able to finally grasp it again made the slider lightheaded and wanton.
Raph pulled his jaws away from Leo’s shoulder, dragging his teeth against the skin as he did. It pulled a hot, aching sound from the vampire and the bigger turtle licked across the spot before pressing his snout against it, gently.
“... you’re so wet …” he murmured, entranced.
“Mmhm~” Leo purred, “And all for you, padre …”
Raphael groaned, a tremor rippling through him and he rolled his hips, rubbing up against Leo’s thigh, his concealed cock throbbing heavily. At the same moment, he pushed his finger forward, seeking that knot of nerves and smirked when he got a sharp gasp and another arch from the vampire.
Keeping Leonardo held to him, the snapping turtle pressed his hand against the soft, shapely rear, forcing Leo’s hips to stay still as he teased the sensitive little nub. The slider protested, or attempted to, trying to move his hips, stammering out a vague curse when he wasn’t able to shift those strong hands and arms.
Raph worked his finger against Leo’s clitoris, circling, rubbing, teasing more and more. He trailed his snout against lime green skin, licking and kissing to add to the teasing, exhaling hotly and pulling a shuddering groan from Leo along with more curses. Even through the haze of want that scent and voice left him in, Raphael clung to his determination not to hurt the vampire like he had once before.
“All for me?” he murmured. The slider was squirming, trying to move his hips, growing more desperate as Raph held him in place. Raph brought his other finger up, maneuvering so he could catch the little nub between them and squeeze.
Fiery eyes flew open and Leo cried out, his voice echoing around the chapel as he jerked under the wild spike of pleasure. His fingers grabbed at Raph’s shoulders, digging in as he stammered a curse.
“F-Fuck…! Ngh… Let me m-move, damnit..!”
Raphael pressed his lips against Leonardo’s neck, repositioning his fingers as he did.
“No.” he rumbled, quietly.
Before the vampire could protest more, Raph moved, swiftly pressing a thick finger up into the tight, sopping heat of Leo’s sex. The sound the blue turtle made was nothing less than a startled squeal and his body rippled, harshly, at being stretched around half that finger.
Churring deeply, Raphael kept it there as he moved the other, finding that sensitive point again and rubbing at it. Leonardo all but thrashed in his arms, gasping and cursing in hot little stammers as he tried to work his hips against the hand tormenting him. The tight heat around his finger made Raph’s own body throb in response, enjoying the way it grabbed at him.
“S-Stop teasing..!!”
A desperate protest from Leo and the big turtle hummed against pale skin.
“You wanted me to touch you, Leonardo…” he murmured, “Changing your mind?”
The vampire shuddered, his hips squirming against large hands as he leaned in to nip at Raph’s neck, letting his fangs prickle dangerously. The snapper’s breath hitched, his heart jumping wildly at it and the threat behind it.
“I want your cock, Raphael…!” Leo hissed, his voice unsteady but powerful and Raph closed his eyes at the pull of hunger. He took a deep breath, clutching to what little shreds of sanity he still had while pressing a kiss against Leo’s marked shoulder, soothingly.
“You keep saying you can take it but we both know you can’t right away…” he said, quietly, “Let me make sure it’s gonna fit without hurting you...”
Something in the ex-priest’s tone gave Leonardo pause. He wasn’t saying no. He wasn’t trying to stop this. There was a willingness and hunger to that voice that the vampire had longed to hear from it. The way it struggled spoke of the red turtle’s strength of will, though. That Raphael was able to think this clearly, even through the pull and power of a blood moon, bespoke of how close Leo was to losing this chance entirely.
Brows furrowing, frustrated by it and faintly confused by the open concern, the slider shuddered. Exhaling, Leo wrapped his arms around Raph’s neck and stopped struggling.
“Then fucking hurry up…!” he demanded.
The sound the larger turtle made was a low, heated chuckle and Leonardo shuddered at the way it made his body throb.
“Learn some patience.” Raph said, amused.
He swiftly buried the rest of his finger in tight heat, pulling another cry from the vampire. Keeping it nice and deep, he used his other finger to go back to rubbing Leo’s swollen clit. There was purpose to his movements and the slider’s gasps and moans grew louder and more desperate the quicker Raph stroked the sensitive spot.
Leo clung to him, already back to trying to move his hips as heat streaked through him faster and harsher. Breathing rapidly, his tail lifted and fluttered as he responded easily and swiftly to Raphael’s ministrations. The need and hunger was growing blinding and he buried his face against warm skin, making a sound that the larger turtle had only heard done in pain before.
The whimper had Raph stopping, startled by the dark remembrance of it. It was different this time, though. The sound was hot and needy, not hurting. Pleading, but in a wanting way. Leo gave another one, annoyed this time, and growled against Raph’s neck.
“D-Don’t stop, d-damnit..!!”
Licking his lips, the larger turtle returned to rubbing the slider’s clitoris, but moving now in longer strokes. Pushing up against the folds all the way back to where his first finger was buried and then forward to circle around the little nub again.
Tremors began to roll through Leonardo, steady waves of heat and pleasure pulsing through him and he began to whine. Softly at first, but more pronounced as pressure coiled deep in his hips. He panted, eyes unfocused as Raphael worked him closer to his peak, revelling in it.
“Ngh… yes!! M-More..!”
Raph shivered, his churr starting up again as he shifted his hand, pulling his finger out, slightly, before pushing back inside. Leo gasped and then moaned, the sound hot and pleased as his body grew tighter in delight. The big turtle didn’t stop, continuing to thrust into Leo’s dripping sex and it wasn’t long before the slider was keening and clutching at him, desperately.
“Ohfuckohfuck… p-padre ..! So good! I-I’m…!”
The growl curled around Raphael’s deep churr, making his chest vibrate harder, and he moved faster at Leo’s stammered words. The vampire made a strangled noise, hands clutching at Raph’s shoulder and shell as he pushed his hips back against the broad hand tormenting him.
Heat gushed around Raphael’s finger and Leo cried out in pleasure, the slick passage getting even tighter as the slider rocked under his orgasm. Raph groaned, gritting his teeth as his own body throbbed and ached, the red in his vision threatening to spread. That lilting voice was intoxicating, especially when mingled with the soft squelching of his finger thrusting into wet heat.
Eyes fever bright behind heavy lids, Raphael moved his hand, putting his fingers together to work them against Leo’s passage, careful but demanding. Thick fingertips stretched the entrance, sending a violent aftershock through Leo’s body a second before Raph forced them all the way inside with one swift thrust.
Leonardo’s head tipped back, eyes shooting open, his voice rising and echoing off the walls of the chapel as he wailed at the sensation. It wasn’t painful but it made the vampire feel full enough that his senses reeled. He stared at the ceiling, his body quaking as Raphael’s fingers spread, gently, while buried in deep. Every movement of them that way pulled wordless, incoherent sounds from the slider. Being prepped like this, deep and gentle, was so unlike anything he’d experienced before that Leonardo was completely overwhelmed by it.
The rush of heat up his spine made Leo gasp and then whine, the feeling both familiar and not. With aftershocks still rippling through him, Raph’s movements were building the ache and heat deep in his stomach all over again. That he was being careful but also growling and demanding was arousing the vampire in ways he’d never felt.
Panting Leo made himself relax as much as he possibly could, earning him a pleased rumble from the snapper and those fingers stretched even wider. He keened, feeling hot and needy in strange but welcome ways. No one had ever been gentle or concerned with him before. Not like this. It made his body feel needy but for something he couldn’t quite define.
“... p-please…”
Raphael stilled at the breathy whisper against his ear, wondering if he’d heard right or if he had finally lost all grip of his senses. The tremor that passed through the slender form in his hands felt different and electric. The vampire’s scent had changed, too. Deeper, softer, more welcoming than the fevery, spicy heat of before. He breathed it in and listened as he moved his fingers, pulling a wavering whine from Leonardo.
“ P-Padre , please…”
It was so different to the usual tone of that smooth, lilting voice and Raph purred at it. He spread his fingers even wider, listening to Leo cry out, aching and needy none of the demand anymore.
“Tell me what you want, Leo…”
The vampire keened, the sound shuddering and almost submissive in its desperation.
“F-Fuck me, Raph...” shivering and needy, making the ex-priest close his eyes as it pulled even harder on the dark hunger inside him. “... please..!!”
Shuddering, Raphael groaned as the breathy and honest plea sent a jolt of heat through him like summer lightning. It caused his aching arousal to drop down, involuntarily and Leonardo gasped as it surged up against his leg. The slider moaned, pushing back against the hard, throbbing length, listening to the sounds it pulled from Raph.
The fingers buried inside him spread again, making Leo yelp and then moan when they slipped free, leaving him feeling empty. Raphael’s hands moved, one dipping down to tug his cock free as the other pulled Leo’s thigh up, making him straddle that broad lap. The snapper’s breath was hot and quick against Leo’s shoulder and he shivered, first at that and then harder when he felt thick heat rub against the dripping folds of his pussy.
Leo opened his mouth to convince Raph to just take him already, when the larger turtle took hold of his hips and pulled him down against the bigger ones beneath. That thick cock rubbed up against him, the head tripping across his swollen clitoris and making Leonardo stammer a curse. The way it twitched against his aching sex made the slider clutch at Raph’s shoulders harder and he rolled his hips into the movement, grinding down desperately.
“Raph, please! I-I need you i-inside me..!”
The snapper groaned, needing no further encouragement as he took hold of his aching length and shifted Leo’s hips. The sound the vampire made when the tip pressed against his entrance was so needy that it took all of Raphael’s willpower not to just drive himself inside at once.
Pressing his cheek against Leonardo’s, he murmured in his ear, shaky but determined.
“If it starts to hurt, tell me. ”
A commanding whisper and Leo’s whole body lit up at the authority in it. He nodded, rapidly, whimpering his assent wordlessly.
Raph’s hands trembled as he pulled Leo’s hips down, slowly, forcing himself to be careful as that slippery heat parted. Leonardo gasped and a violent tremor ran through him before a keening whine spilled from his lips. Gritting his teeth, the snapper kept control of both himself and of Leo, able to feel the way those thighs flexed like they wanted to drive slender hips downwards.
The head eased inside and Raphael groaned, panting against bright green skin as the vampire clung to him. Every sound Leo made was hot and desperate, ranging from breathy moans to trembling whimpers. By the time Raph was halfway inside, the slider’s whole form was vibrating with need.
That heat was tight. Velvety. Tantalizing. Squeezing around his length and trying to coax him in further. The red turtle leaned down to press a kiss against Leo’s shoulder, something to anchor himself as he rolled his hips, pushing in further.
The sounds that came from Leo were like a drug and already Raphael could feel the tendrils of addiction grabbing at him. Trying to focus on being careful was getting more and more difficult. The combination of silky heat, seductive gasps and that delicious scent were pulling his will power apart.
The grip tightened around his hips and Leonardo’s breath caught, recognizing the move a split second before he was tugged downwards, the hips beneath him rolling up to meet his. His body lit up like an explosion of fireworks as it stretched around the rest of that length. He arched, harshly, choking on the cry at first, before it rose into a wail.
It hurt but not like before. The stab and throb of pain wrapped around the sensation of being so full and mixed into such a heady feeling that it left the vampire thunderstruck. He felt hot and desperate, filled with a need so deep and feverish that he was delirious with it. He could barely even think and the bigger turtle hadn’t even begun.
As if on cue, Raph moved and the thickness inside him shifted. Leo yelped, the sound embarrassingly high and submissive. It seemed to please the snapper, though, as Raph rumbled and did it again. Leo moaned, closing his eyes at the ripple of pleasure. He was stretched to his absolute limit, so much so that it was borderline painful but all it did was make him want more .
“ P-Padre , please…”
Raphael groaned but did as the plea drove him to, lifting the slider’s hips as he pulled his own back, slipping himself out of Leo’s heat. The vampire clutched at Raph’s neck, keening softly only to gasp loudly when the snapper pushed back in, making Leo reel at the spike of heat.
The thrusts were careful, those strong hands careful not to pull him down too hard, but still pushing in deep and lighting the slider’s senses up. The rhythm was different but intoxicating. Every thrust sent a throb through Leonardo in ways he’d never felt before. There was hunger in it but also care, a delicate combination of affection and want that left the vampire quivering.
Shifting his legs, Leo pulled his feet up, hooking them against Raphael’s thighs to use as leverage. He pushed up, not to make the movements faster, but to allow himself to shift the angle his hips as he did. He groaned, burying his face against Raph’s neck when It pulled a harsh shudder from the snapper, too.
The pace was gentler than any Leo had felt in previous encounters but he didn’t want to change it. It was pulling at something, a different need that no one had drawn from him before. Every careful thrust made the ache in him grow hotter. Tighter. Coiling more strongly than the vampire thought was possible.
Raphael’s heart was pounding, holding himself back fiercely, both from just pummelling into that tight heat and from his own climax. Leonardo keeping the gentler pace was making his own pleasure spike rapidly. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the slider being so pliable and willing with the soft treatment. It made Raph’s head spin to know he’d managed to make the vampire act like this. It left him light headed and hazy, his focus suddenly narrowing down to wanting only one thing.
To make Leonardo know what it was like to be loved rather than mindlessly fucked.
He pressed kiss after kiss against the lime green shoulder and collarbone, bringing a hand up to curl against Leo’s shell, encouraging him to tip his head back. The slider did so with a shuddery sound, whimpering wordless little pleas as the snapper began to lavish his throat in attention.
Leo felt hot, like every press of lips against his skin was raising his temperature while also sending it to collect at the base of his spine. He couldn’t seem to make himself do anything but take what Raphael was giving him, the affection and gentle pace washing everything else away. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was this finally going to end him? The build felt powerful enough and Leo keened, hovering on the edge of something so strong it was almost excruciating.
“O-Ohgod… R-Raph, I’m..!!”
Broad hands tugged on Leo’s hips just a little more firmly, pulling down so that Raph got inside just that much deeper. Like a spark to gasoline, the vampire’s world suddenly filled with an explosion of shock and heat. He arched in Raphael’s grasp, eyes wide and blind beneath the white hot blast of pleasure.
The snapper grit his teeth, eyes closed tight as Leonardo’s voice rose into a wail that echoed around the chapel like the high note of a church choir. The heat around him got unbearably tight and Raph shuddered, violently, as he pulled back and then pushed himself in as deeply as he possibly could.
Pleasure burst across his senses and the red turtle buried his face in against Leo’s neck and shoulder, growling loudly as his own release hit him with incredible force. The slider jerked, his voice rising again as molten heat flooded deep inside him, setting off a violent aftershock that left him mindless. Raph continued to work his hips in short thrusts, giving the vampire everything he had. Unable to help himself, he parted his jaws and grabbed Leo at the point where neck and shoulder met with a possessive snarl.
Leonardo wailed, clutching at Raph as those teeth dug in and held him in place, making his skin burn under sharp points. He was full, so full he was dizzy with it, feeling the way heat spilled down the inside of his thighs almost as thickly as it was flooding the rest of him. His voice shifted into a shuddering keen, his hips continuing to roll with each powerful aftershock.
The orgasm let go, suddenly, and the vampire gasped before going completely boneless in Raphael’s hands. The snapper kept hold of him, powerful jaws still clamped down as he gave another couple of thrusts and then stilled, himself. He sat there for a moment, chest heaving, before he pulled away from Leo’s shoulder, carefully. The mark was broad, the points of his teeth having dug in hard enough to leave little bruises and Raphael’s brows furrowed.
As he pressed an apologetic kiss against it, the limp form in his arms began to churr. The sound was low and warmed through in a way that the red turtle hadn’t heard from Leonardo before. It wasn’t sultry or flirty or teasing, it was just… warm. Content.
Happy.
He slipped his hand up to cradle Leo’s head and tip it so he could look at the vampire’s face. Leo’s expression was softer than he’d ever seen it before. Eyes unfocused and half open, lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed deep. That gaze forced itself to come back into focus and when those fiery eyes met his, Raphael was surprised to find that the burning flames of earlier were nearly gone, the colour of them softened.
Leonardo smiled, a gentle curve of lips that wasn’t flashy or fangy, it was simply… soft. Raph returned it, keeping the slider supported as he watched him for signs of pain.
“H-Holy fuck …” Leo exhaled, shakily.
Raph blinked at it before his lips quirked up, mischievously.
“Nah, I’m not a priest anymore, remember?” he replied.
It took a second but those eyes blinked before the vampire grinned and then began to laugh, making Raphael chuckle as well.
“Coulda fooled me, padre , cause I totally saw heaven~”