Leo stormed through the sewers. He didn’t usually let his anger get the better of him but he was fuming over his conversation with Donnie. He went to his brother expecting to get support and understanding but ended up being made to feel guilty.
What was so wrong with being the alpha? There is always an alpha within a group and that alpha never submitted to anyone.
He made his way to Leatherhead’s lair and knocked on the door.
He did not have to wait long before Leatherhead answered. “Leonardo?” Leatherhead looked down at him. “Is something the matter?’
“I need to talk,” Leo rubbed the back of his head.
“Alright,” Leatherhead backed up, opening the door further so Leo could enter. “What do you need to talk about?”
Leo searched for a way to broach the conversation. He started and stopped several times as he struggled with what to say. With a heavy sigh he pushed back his apprehensions and schooled his features as he looked into Leatherhead’s eyes. “I’m having a problem. Mikey wants me to submit to him but I… am… ah…. I don’t want to.”
“Oh,” Leatherhead nodded and gestured towards a chair.
Leo walked over and sat down, “I went to talk to Donnie about it, thinking that he would understand and help me explain to Mikey why I shouldn’t be expected to submit but I just ended up with Donnie mad at me too.”
Leatherhead chuckled, sitting down in a chair next to Leo. “You must have said something pigheaded to get him mad.”
“Yeah,” Leo sighed. “I made assumptions about your relationship that turned out to be untrue.”
“Oh?” Leatherhead couldn’t help the smile that turned up the edges of his mouth.
“I see you as an alpha, like me,” Leo explained. “Alphas don’t submit. It takes away from our status and makes us look weak.”
“I see,” Leatherhead nodded.
“Please don’t look at me and call me a jerk like Donnie did,” Leo sighed. “I need someone who understands where I’m coming from. How do you bring yourself to let Donnie top you? I mean, don’t you find it degrading?”
“I don’t let him,” Leatherhead placed a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “I want him to. I love him and I know that every once and a while he likes to… ah… experience the sensations that come with being the penetrator. I enjoy it as well. Sometimes it is good to let go and give up control to someone else. You are in control of so much and have so many other responsibilities. Don’t you think it would be nice to let someone take care of you for once?”
“What about dressing up?” Leo asked.
“What about it?” Leatherhead tilted his head to the side.
“Mikey wants me to dress up for him,” Leo leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling. “Do you ever dress up for Donnie?”
“Occasionally,” Leatherhead nodded. “I can’t put on some of the things that Donnie can but there are a few things that I do to let him know that I’m in the mood to bottom. Stockings are out of the question for me, my scales and nails tear them up, but I have worn a kimono.”
Leo looked at Leatherhead and tried to picture him in a flower kimono and the face he made caused Leatherhead to laugh.
“I’m not as pretty as Donatello,” Leatherhead chuckled, “but it makes him smile and for him, I would do anything to see him smile.” He looked Leo in the eyes, “Do you love Michelangelo?”
“Yes,” Leo nodded.
Leatherhead’s voice took on a softer tone, “Don’t you want to see him smile?”
Leo’s throat closed up and nodded his head again.
“It has to be something you want to do,” Leatherhead said. “If you force yourself or do it begrudgingly, Michelangelo will feel it and it will only cause you more problems.”
“Mating season is coming up,” Leo sighed.
“I know,” Leatherhead smiled. “I look forward to it.”
“I’m sure you do,” Leo chuckled. “Maybe I will be more willing then.”
“That’s something you will have to discuss with Michelangelo,” Leatherhead stood up. “I have to get back to work. Bishop has piled a lot of work on me and Donatello.”
“Thank you, for your time,” Leo stood. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“Just remember that Michelangelo is a male and wants to be made to feel like one every once and a while.” Leatherhead stated as he walked Leo to the door. His words stayed with Leo as he made his way back through the sewers to his home.
Raph sat with a blanket over his shoulders and a heater behind him and he was still cold. He sat on the floor and looked at the chess board on the table in front of him. Glancing up he considered Bishop. He was sitting across from Raph, waiting for him to make his move wearing a tank top and shorts.
“How are you not cold?” Raph mumbled, moving his pawn up one space.
“Easy,” Bishop replied as he moved his queen. “I’m a warm blooded human and you are a cold blooded terrapin.”
“Oh yeah,” Raph scoffed. “I’d forgotten.”
In the four months since he had agreed to work for Bishop, Raph had grown to actually like him. Once he got passed Bishop’s schooled and controlled exterior, Raph discovered that there was a man underneath who had a decent since of humor. They got along quite well and Bishop handled him better than anyone ever had.
Bishop gave Raph enough freedom to keep him happy, but used enough control to keep Raph in check. Raph had never been so calm in his life. He moved his rook then sat back and waited for Bishop to move.
“Can I ask you a question?” Bishop moved his queen to take Raph’s knight. “Check.”
“Fuck!” Raph blurted then looked for his way out. “Yeah sure.”
“Do you believe in reincarnation?”
Raph looked up at Bishop but he couldn’t read him well enough to tell if he was joking or not. Raph shrugged, “Not really sure. Why?”
Bishop leaned back a little and Raph could have sworn that he looked nervous. “I do,” he stated.
“You do?” Raph moved his king.
“Of course,” Bishop leaned forward to study the board. “I transfer something each time I enter a new clone body, that same something is in each of us and is simply reborn.”
“Alright,” Raph pulled the blanked tighter around him. “Is there a point to this?”
“I believe that you are the reincarnation of someone I knew before my abduction,” Bishop moved his bishop. “Check.”
“Were you friends?” Raph considered the board. “Or are you about to go all crazy and try and kill me?”
Bishop laughed, “We were friends.”
“What makes you think I’m him?” Raph moved his pawn to block.
“I have found him three other times and each time he is the same,” Bishop explained, then added while moving his rook to take one of Raph’s pawns, “more or less. Check.”
“Must have been a good friend for you to seek him out,” Raph sighed. He had few options and all of them ended with his king in check again.
“He actually happens to come into my life one way or another on his own. But yes we were close.” Bishop let out a deep sigh and just as Raph reached up to move his knight, Bishop said, “We were lovers.”
The words struck Raph in a way that he first knocked the piece in his hand against anther, knocking it over then in an attempt to grab it knocked over several other pieces. He looked up at Bishop in shock then his surprise was quickly replaced with anger. “You fuck!”
Raph stood, “What? Did it take you four whole months to come up with that? Thought you would make a joke about what you heard between me and my brothers?” He was fuming. “Or did you come up with it a while back and sat on it so that you can spring it on me now, of all times?”
“This is not a joke,” Bishop stood, holding out his hands in an attempt to keep Raph calm. “Why is now a bad time to bring it up?”
“It’s mating season, you fucktard,” Raph shouted back.
Raph turned to leave but Bishop grabbed his hand, “This isn’t a joke. I waited this long because I wasn’t sure at first, I had to test you. Then I had to wait for you to be comfortable around me and let you get to know how I was outside of work. I had no idea that mating season had any effect on you.”
Raph wanted to yank his hand out of Bishop’s grasp but something inside him kept him from doing it. He looked down at his hand in Bishop’s then up into Bishop’s eyes. “It wouldn’t work,” saying the words out loud gave Raph the strength he needed to pull his hand free but not enough to leave.
“Why not?” Bishop stood there looking at Raph.
“I’m a mutant turtle and you’re a human, mostly,” Raph kept his back to Bishop. “Why would you even want to be with me? I… it would be too close to bestiality since I’m the least mutated out of my brothers.”
“Please,” Bishop held his hand out but didn’t touch Raph. “We can work.”
“If you’re playing me,” Raph warned but his voice held more of a plea than a threat. He hated to admit it but he had found himself drawn towards Bishop more and more over the past few months. He wanted to spend his free time with him and went out of his way so that he could.
Bishop stepped closer to Raph, “I’m being honest. I have waited to find you for almost fifty years now and I want to be with you.”
“You must be a little disappointed,” Raph stepped away.
“I’ll admit that I was a little when I first started to realize that it was you,” Bishop admitted. “You tested me last time so I guess this is your way of testing me again.”
Looking back over his shoulder, Raph actually let himself chuckle, “I’ll bite. How were you tested last time?”
“You were a woman,” Bishop answered flatly causing Raph to let out a hearty laugh.
“That must have been hard for you. Maybe next time I’ll come back as an alien,” Raph joked earning a gentle chuckle from Bishop. He turned and looked up into Bishop’s eyes, “You really think that I’m this guy reincarnated?”
“Yes,” Bishop breathed, closing the gap between them. “I do. He was my soul mate and when he died, I thought I had lost him forever. But then, years later, another man came into my life and there was an instant connection. He reminded me so much of the love I lost. What made me start to believe that he was my soul mate reincarnated was when he remembered things that he was never around for. When he died, I knew all I had to do was wait and that his soul would find me again, somehow.”
“Why didn’t you just clone your soul mate, like you do yourself?” Raph asked, backing up against the wall.
Bishop smiled, “Would you let me clone you?”
Raph shook his head, “No. I don’t want to watch everyone I love grow old and die.”
“That is the same answer I’ve received each time,” Bishop said, moving up close to Raph again. “Just listen to the voice inside and it will tell you that I’m telling you the truth. There is a part of you that wants to be with me.”
Raph’s heart pounded in his chest as Bishop placed his hand on Raph’s jaw and drew him in to a kiss. At first it was strange and a bit awkward but far from unpleasant. Bishop’s lips were soft and his smaller tongue slid along Raph’s, drawing it out. Raph followed Bishop’s direction and pushed his tongue forward into Bishop’s mouth where Bishop sucked on it gently.
They pressed against each other, eliciting a churr from Raph. He could feel Bishop smile into the kiss and pushed him back, “Thank that’s funny, do you?”
“I thought it was cute,” Bishop smiled.
“I ain’t cute,” Raph turned away but he couldn’t go far, being trapped against the wall.
“I’ll let you set the pace,” Bishop backed up. A sly smile spread across his lips. “You are the virgin after all.”
“Haha,” Raph’s fake laugh was laced with sarcasm, but his heart pounded. Part of him wanted this, but the other part was screaming that it was going to blow up in his face somehow. “How is this gonna work? Are you gonna wanna keep this secret or what?”
“As soon as you are ready, I want you to move into my room,” Raph wasn’t sure he heard Bishop right. Not only did he want a relationship with Raph, he didn’t care who knew about it.
“There will be no public displays of affection, of course,” Bishop crossed his arms over his chest. “When we’re at work, we work. In our room, we can do whatever we want.”
“Okay,” Raph heard himself say. “We can go to your room later tonight, maybe.”
“We can go there now,” Bishop stepped towards Raph. Tilting his head back and parting his lips, Raph opened himself up to Bishop who took full advantage. He pressed in for a heated kiss, pushing his tongue in to slide along Raph’s.
The art of the kiss was still new to Raph and the differences in their mouths posed a minor challenge but they quickly found their rhythm. They would capture each other’s tongues to gently suck on them before releasing them then would work to capture each other’s tongues again.
Raph didn’t know what to do with his hands, so they hung down at his sides occasionally clenching in to fists. Bishop, however, moved his down Raph’s bridges; the simple touch sending shockwaves of desire to Raph groin.
Natural lube seeped from Raph’s cloaca and he flushed, hoping that Bishop didn’t notice. He wondered if Bishop’s sense of smell was acute enough to detect the pheromones that Raph was releasing because the scent was heady to Raph. Bishop’s hands moved down to Raph’s hips, causing Raph’s throat to close in a deep churr.
When his tip emerged and flared, Raph broke the kiss and turned away. A whole body shiver overcame him and he focused on his breathing. He couldn’t pull his tip back in until his arousal subsided, and he wasn’t ready for Bishop to see it. He was afraid that if Bishop saw how close to an animal he really was, then he would no longer want him.
“Are you okay?” Bishop placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder.
“I’m okay,” Raph took a deep breath then let it out slowly. “I just need to let my head clear so I can think.”
“Take your time,” Bishop soothed. “Like I said, I’ll let you set the pace. Just don’t take too long. I’ve waited fifty years for you.” He leaned in and kissed the nape of Raph’s neck.
Raph turned to face him, ready to get back to kissing when an alarm sounded. “I’m needed,” Raph sighed. “We can… talk… more in your room later tonight.”
“Absolutely,” Bishop smiled.
“Kay,” Raph waited as Bishop backed up then turned to run out of the room. It wasn’t long before he was dressed and on his way to stop the Purple Dragons. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to make them pay for interrupting his evening.