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It was just one of those days. Everything seemed to be going wrong and there was nothing Leo could do to stop it. First, there was that spontaneous attack from the rogue Foot faction that ruined his morning, then there was that deal gone sour with the Russians, and finally, he plain just wasn’t feeling good. He woke up with a bit of a headache and it hadn’t gotten better.
But this? This was just the “icing” on the cake.
Staring at his upper arm in the mirror, Leonardo frowned at the kanji that had shown up half an hour ago. Logically he knew what had happened. He knew that he was going to have to have a long, long talk with his mate. A very long talk. But it was still so strange to find this random tattoo on his arm when he had no idea it was coming.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, he let it out slowly through his mouth. Deciding it couldn’t be changed for the time being, he turned his attention back to work. He would deal with delinquent mates later.
He knew he should have talked to Leo first. This was a pretty big decision for one person, let alone making it for someone else, too. But the logic behind going ahead and jumping in, he hoped Leo would be cool with it once he recognized the sweetness of the act. The romance of it would surely have the boss swooning. Honestly, Raph just wanted to see his husband’s reaction to seeing the promise of ‘eternity’ on his arm.
Smirking, he parked his motorcycle in the garage. Practically skipping up the stairs of their apartment, the big turtle opened the door to find Leonardo waiting for him. Arms crossed over his plastron. Giving his mate an extremely unimpressed look.
Grinning, Raph walked over to the other turtle and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Hi~”
Pushing the bigger turtle away gently, Leo raised an eye ridge at his mate. “Tell me,” he began, voice deceptively calm, “why there is a tattoo on my arm?”
Supremely pleased with himself, the bigger turtle shrugged off his shirt and showed off his own tat. “Pretty sweet, huh?”
“No.” Biting back the frustrated anger, Leo once more took deep breaths in and out. “Why did you choose this word?”
Frowning, confused by the rather hostile reaction, Raphael shrugged. “I thought ya’d like it. Ya know, it’s kinda like our vows?”
Understanding hit Leo so hard, he felt the air rush out of his lungs. But when he managed to take a breath, he couldn’t stop from slapping himself on the forehead. “Of all the –! Why didn’t you ask me before getting a tattoo in Japanese?” he groaned.
“What?” Raph cried, confused. “I thought ya’d like it!”
“What do you think this says?” Leo almost felt like laughing if the thought of being branded with this mistake forever didn’t make him want to cry.
Still not understanding why Leo was staring at him so hopelessly, Raph hazard to explain. “‘Eternity’…?”
This time Leo could help but tip back his head and groan. Loudly. “It doesn’t say ‘eternity,’ Raphael. It says ‘ice’.”
Raph stilled, narrowing his eyes at his mate. “No, it say ‘eternity.’”
Leo frowned right back, not understanding or liking the fact that he was being questioned. “It says ‘ice’.”
“Nu-uh,” the green eyed turtle shook his head. There was no way he had messed this up! He refused to believe it! “I went to a’ Asian guy.”
Leonardo felt his eye start to twitch. “Being Asian doesn’t automatically make a person, Japanese, Raphael. Nor does it guarantee they speak Japanese.”
Feeling himself darken in embarrassed horror, Raph refused to back down. “It says ‘eternity’! I checked!”
“The characters for ‘eternity’ and ‘ice’ look similar,” Leo conceded, “but this says ‘ice’!”
And things deteriorated from there. While Raph knew he was wrong, he found he couldn’t admit it. The embarrassment of having done something so stupid made him want to sink down into a hole and never come out. And Leo’s smart-ass, superior mindset didn’t exactly help. They ended up arguing the rest of the night and weren’t on speaking terms when they went to bed.
Sitting up, Raph winced when he glanced over at Leo’s shell. The other turtle was lying on his side, avoiding his mate. ‘Ice’ – the tattoo definitely suited Leonardo. Mr. Ice-man himself over there… Probably shouldn’t have actually called Leo that to his face an hour ago. Might have saved some of the trouble. Hindsight was a bitch.
Turning over with a sigh, Raph laid down. Unable to handle his husband being angry with him, he ended up spooned up behind him, making sure to cuddle the turtle close. Thankfully Leo didn’t pull away or tell him to get lost. Instead, they laid in awkward silence until Raph nuzzled into his mate’s neck, peppering what skin he could find with gentle kisses.
It was unfair really. Leo had been determined to stay angry, to remain upset until at least tomorrow afternoon. But when Raph started biting along his neck, hands beginning to roam, he felt his resolve crumble. Damn Raphael and his magic hands!
Unable to help himself, Leo pushed back against Raph in order to settle on his shell. The bigger turtle accommodated the move easily and ended up on top. For a moment or two they were content with light kisses and gropes, but when a churr unexpectedly escaped Leo as Raph tugged on his tail, they both knew it was over. Angry or not, there was no way this could remain an innocent, apology make out session.
Grinning into his kisses, Raph continued to coax helpless churrs from his lover, stroking along his tail before playfully pressing against his hole. It took all his concentration to keep this up, feeling all that his mate was feeling, while his other hand searched under the pillows for the lube he kept there. And when he found it, he didn’t hesitate to snap up the cap, managing to get some onto his fingers.
While thoroughly enjoying himself, wanting release after such a stressful day, feeling Raph’s satisfaction was a little annoying. Especially since the big idiot believed he was going to get away with the tattoo thing. He had another thing coming!
Leaning up, Leo bit into the pouting lip above him probably harder than he should. The bigger reptile yelped, which gave the crime boss an unholy thrill of satisfaction as he too felt the pain. “What’s wrong, Raphie?” he purred when the turtle leaned away. “Thought you were gunna play.”
A single shiver ran down the turtle’s spine before he surged forward, jamming his entire slicked finger into his still unprepared mate. At Leo’s howl, from more pleasure than pain, Raphael growled. “Oh, yer gunna get it now.”
Getting back his breath, Leo huffed a laugh. “All talk,” he taunted.
A challenge, especially from Leonardo, was just something Raph couldn’t ignore. And with how dark the blue eyes had become with lust, how they sparked and flashed, daring him, ensured that the turtle wasn’t going to let this slide. Ramming his finger further inside his mate, while also grabbing his dick, he began pumping Leo on both fronts, his own cock out and dripping at the phantom sensations. When his mate threw his head back with a cry, it only focused Raphael more, made him want to see Leo fall apart.
“Like that?” he taunted right back, teeth clenched. “Gettin’ fucked by me? Tell me how ya love it, babe. Tell me how ya like me fillin’ ya.”
And Raph said he had a power trip. While there was a part of Leo that wanted to give in, that just wanted release, he knew he couldn’t let his husband win. Not this time. So, gritting his teeth, he managed to tear open his eyes and smirk up at the hothead. “Not – ah~ – f-full enough,” he complained. “N-not good eno – uhn – ugh.”
Scowling, Raph started jerking Leo rougher, listening to the cries and grunts the turtle made. “Little shit,” he hissed, before deciding that his mate was prepped enough. Grabbing the lube, he squirted probably too much on his dick, but didn’t bother to worry. Slathering it on, secretly thrilled Leo was still putting up a bit of a fight, Raphael didn’t warn his lover before pressing in with one swift stroke.
This was always Leo’s favorite. The pain was there, the pressure, but it was glorious. As was Raphael’s potent desire both wafting around them in the air as well as humming through their bond. Both turtles simultaneously cried out at his action, before Raph didn’t waste time and started to thrust. It was hard to breathe, to think, to remember which feelings were his and which were Raph’s. Their bond was as such that now, when they were intimate, Leo had a hard time differentiating between himself and Raphael. They just merged together. One entity.
Raphael was no better. All he knew was that he wanted more, and his body thankfully remembered what to do, and continued to pound into Leonardo even without Raph’s conscious thought. Each jolt, each thrust, it was both of theirs. It was trippier than any drug hallucination Raph had ever had, and a million times more satisfying. Leonardo was his drug of choice now, and he was more than okay with that.
Eventually the turtles couldn’t hold up. One of them came, although neither knew who went first, before the other followed. It took several minutes before Leo could register his own body again, could distinguish himself from his lover. But when he did, he felt the big body on top of his, pressing him down into the mattress, sweaty and sticky and satisfied. It made him smile.
If it weren’t for the worry of crushing the life out of his husband, Raph would have gladly fallen asleep on top of Leo. But rolling over onto his side was a chore, and the moment he was off his turtle, he pulled the boss into his arms. They continued to pant, still winded, before Raph decided he couldn’t stand leaving things as they were. He snuggled down against Leo and kissed his sweaty brow sweetly.
“Love ya,” he husked.
Leonardo positively beamed through their bond, and nuzzled his turtle sweetly, much to Raph’s relief. “Aishiteru, Raphael no Kimi.” Raphael smiled, and was almost asleep, warm and content, when he just made out the soft whisper against his ear, “But it still says ‘ice’.”
Groaning, he pushed his mate away, burying his face in his pillow. “For fuck’s sake, Leo!”
It was just one of those days. Everything seemed to be going wrong and there was nothing Raph could do to stop it. First, there was that spontaneous yelling that had occurred between him and a patron when the doofus insisted that the mutant hadn’t fixed his engine right, then there was the accident where he’d gotten his fingers smashed in a car hood that decided to fall, and finally, it appeared as though Casey and April were in some kind of fight. Which meant that no one and nothing was safe.
But this? This just burned the turtle to no end.
After nearly jumping out of his shell in surprised pain, Raphael rolled up his sleeve and frowned at the kanji that had eventually shown up on his upper arm. Logically he knew what had happened. He knew that Leonardo must have gotten a tattoo to counterbalance the one he had gotten the other day. But it was surprising. Leo still hated the thing even three days later, insisting that it said ‘ice’ any chance he got. So why get another one?
The big turtle looked in a shop mirror inspecting the new tat with interest. It looked pretty simple compared to the one he’d gotten. A lot less complicated, straight forward. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and he grabbed a pen.
“You wanna tell me something?”
He didn’t have to wait long before Leo responded. “Nope.”
The mechanic rolled his eyes. “What’s with the new tat?”
“Reminded me of you.”
Well then. Taking a moment to concentrate, the turtle focused on what his mate was feeling. There was nothing to indicate danger, only sincerity, although twinged with amusement. Little shit was enjoying this. “Yeah? What’s it say?”
“Asshole.”
Raph nearly dropped the tiny mirror he’d been balancing on his knee in order to write. Taking up said mirror, he held it up and stared at the new character. No. There was no way Leo had gotten ‘asshole’ fucking tattooed on his arm just to get back at Raph! The guy hated having the word ‘ice’ on his arm for fuck’s sake! But sensing the absolute amusement and flicker of mischief coming from Leo’s side made the turtle doubt himself.
“You’re lying. That’s not what it says.”
“It’s okay. I had some Asian guy tattoo it. We’re good.”
Raph sputtered, jumping to his feet and storming off towards the front, all while furiously writing. “That’s not what it says! What does it say??”
“Asshole.”
“Casey!” Raph roared, scaring the human enough that he dropped a wrench. “I gotta go. Be back later.”
“Oh come on, man!” the human whined. “Ya can’t just leav –” but one murderous glare from the mutant had Casey snapping his mouth shut. “Okay fine. But be back soon.”
Without looking back, Raph ran out and got on his bike. Just before he yanked on his coat, he wrote a warning to his mate. “You better be home, ASSHOLE.”
On the other side of town, sitting in their condo, Leonardo chuckled at the threat. He knew he was being mean to the poor turtle, but oh how satisfying the makeup sex was going to be. Briefly glancing down at the new tattoo, he grinned, feeling much more balanced now that he had ‘fire’ to go along with ‘ice.’