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Claiming Him
part 3
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Four brothers perched atop a building overlooking a rundown New York City neighborhood.

The air was warm and slightly muggy; the only thing that kept it from being uncomfortable was a constant stiff breeze. Arriving on the rooftop about fifteen minutes prior to this, they waited to get some sense of the city's vibrations.

Finally Leonardo took a deep breath. "We'll separate into pairs and patrol for two hours before we rendezvous on top of the old hotel on Canal. Tonight is about stealth bro's; I want to start cleaning up this neighborhood, not be the cause of excitement for the innocents who live here.

"If you have to fight, go in fast; get the job done and get out. Don't kill unless it's absolutely necessary; a broken limb will put the bad guys out of commission long enough for them to consider a career change.

"Keep in mind that Karai still has her Foot patrols out searching for us. Do not, under any circumstances, engage her ninjas. That isn't why we're out here and I don't want her to think that tactic is a good one. Is that crystal clear?" Leo asked.

Raph growled his answer, "Yeah Fearless, message received. No playin' with the Foot, no killin' bad guys. How about Purple Dragons?"

Leo gave him a withering look. "I'm not going to write a list for you Raph. Two categories tonight; perpetrators and Foot ninja."

"Pound one, avoid the other. Can do," Mikey said.

"So how are we splittin' up?" Raph asked with just the faintest smirk.

Leo's expression didn't change; he was all business. "You and Don head south. Mikey and I will take the section to the north. Keep your shell cells handy; if you run into a situation, call for backup. That's not debatable; nobody plays hero, this is a team."

"We've actually done this a few times, Leo," Raph said sarcastically.

"And yet my message somehow continues to get lost in the translation," Leo retorted, looking at his hot headed brother pointedly.

Don placed a hand on Raph's bicep and told Leo, "We'll keep a low profile and our eyes open."

"Then let's do this," Leo said.

Raph's eyes glittered as he looked from Leo to Mike and back again. The ninja leader chose to ignore him as he signaled to Mikey and began running.

Mikey kept pace with Leo as they ran; neither going as fast as they could because they were both watching and listening for street level activity. They were also keeping their eyes open in case any Foot ninja showed up in this section of the city.

It was no surprise to the orange banded turtle that his oldest brother had chosen to pair up with him tonight; in fact, Mikey had anticipated that would happen. His three older brothers had been having intimate relations for who knew how long and it was obvious they'd decided to invite Mikey to join them.

Raph had taken what Mikey could only assume was his best shot during morning practice. Subtlety wasn't Raph's strong suit; the straight forward approach was what his hot headed brother did best.

In battle that approach was an awesome thing but for what Raph had apparently been proposing it had come across as piggish. Mikey was not impressed by the tactics and incredibly disgusted by the innuendos.

Don's approach was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Slow and methodical, it did absolutely nothing for Mikey except make him feel patronized.

Granting Don his claim to genius status, Mikey still resented his purple banded brother's assumption that the youngest was incapable of understanding what had been happening around their home. Mikey did not walk around with blinders on and did not appreciate being treated as though he did.

Michelangelo was simply not interested in sex. He was sure there was probably a word to describe how he felt about the subject; shell they had a word for everything, but that was what it boiled down to. He wasn't going to begrudge his brothers their fun; he just wanted to be left alone about it already.

So here he was, two hours alone with Leo running the rooftops of NYC. He was determined to be silent on the subject of sex and to let Leo approach it however he saw fit. The approach would clue Mikey into the best way to deal with squashing the subject for good.

A little over an hour passed and the only conversation between the two was the occasional "keep your eyes open Mikey", "did you hear something in that alley Leo?", "let's break left" or "someone's on that roof, go this way".

Mikey was beginning to believe he was wrong about Leo using this opportunity to talk to him about sex. Leo took the whole ninja thing very seriously and could be pretty damned focused when they were on patrol. It shouldn't have surprised Mikey that Leo wouldn't allow personal needs to interfere with his duty.

Suddenly Leo stopped and lifted a hand. Mikey hadn't heard anything, but Leo often sensed things before there was a physical manifestation.

"I thought I heard a scuffle in the alley," Leo whispered. "Let's go down; you take that end and I'll go this direction." Leo pointed left and right. "Stay invisible bro'."

Mikey nodded his agreement to air because Leo was already gone. Leonardo could move faster than the lights that tried to push the shadows away from him.

Going over the roof, Mikey found finger and footholds in the brickwork to use for climbing down rather than attempting the rattle and squeak of the metal fire escape. On the ground, he kept to the black edges of an already dark alley, slowly making his way towards where Leo said he'd be.

It was totally silent. Whatever Leo thought he'd heard had to be gone. Mikey hadn't spotted Leo yet and knew he wouldn't until Leo chose to show himself. What Mikey did see was that the alley he was in was a dead end and no one else was in it.

A hand shot out of a narrow opening between two buildings and caught Mikey's arm, yanking him into the stygian gloom. Before he could react, Mikey's carapace slammed against a wall and the solid weight of another body pressed against his.

The hand that covered his mouth was three-fingered.

"Shh," Leo whispered against his head. "Foot patrol; stay quiet."

Mikey's nod made Leo slowly lift his hand away. The space they were in was barely wide enough for the two of them and only a few feet long. Forced up against each other, the pair waited in ominous silence.

Minutes passed and the tension increased. Mikey still hadn't heard anything, but he trusted Leo's instincts. He also found his big brother's closeness to be very reassuring; Mikey could even feel Leo's heart beating against his plastron and it was somehow comforting.

Leonardo was almost four inches shorter than Mikey and his breath ghosted over Mikey's neck as they waited. Mikey had touched his brothers a lot during their lifetime; they had slept together as kids, bathed together, and in practice there was constant physical contact.

All of that interaction was brief; even the occasional hug they shared lasted no more than a minute. For the first time in his life, Mikey noticed how warm and solid Leo was. He respected his oldest brother immensely; to Mikey's eyes Leo was the perfect ninja.

Now Mikey understood how safe Leonardo made him feel. He felt safe with all of his brothers, but in a life or death situation, Mikey preferred to have Leo around.

Mikey had a minor epiphany at that moment; he suddenly knew he felt safest with Leo because his big brother always knew what to do.

Finally Leo's hand came up to grip Mikey's bicep. Leaning against Mikey, Leo's face once more hovered a scant inch from Mikey's own.

"I'm going to check and see if they've gone. Stay here," Leo told him.

Mikey grabbed Leo's wrist before his brother could move. "Hey, you said not to engage the enemy, remember? You aren't going alone," Mikey hissed quietly.

Leo squeezed Mikey's arm. "There is less chance of being seen if I go alone. I'm only going to look, okay Mikey? Just don't leave this spot."

Mikey's eyes were wide with worry, but he released Leo's wrist. A second later Leo vanished, leaving Mikey by himself.

Five minutes was all the time he'd give his brother. If Leo wasn't back in five minutes, order or no order, Mikey was going after him.

The wind had changed direction and was blowing tiny whirlwinds into the alley. It was cooler air and Mikey rubbed his arms to dispel the chill. He remembered how warm Leo felt and wished his brother would hurry back.

Almost like a wish fulfillment, Leo appeared out of what seemed to be nowhere. Mikey had no idea how his brother could always manage that trick.

"They're gone," Leo told him, moving close so he could keep his voice down. "Time's almost up anyway; let's head back to the rendezvous point. Could you call Don and Raph please? We need to give them a head's up about the Foot patrol."

Mikey's shell cell was already out as he followed Leo onto the fire escape. Keeping his eyes on Leo just in case the older brother spotted something else, Mikey punched in the number for Don's phone.

Tonight's patrol was done; the four of them would run the sewers together for an hour or so to burn off excess energy and then head home.

Leo hadn't brought up the subject of sex at all, not even as a hint. That fact left the youngest brother slightly bewildered.

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Stopping a couple of thugs from breaking into a car was about the only excitement Raphael and Donatello managed to round up during their patrol. The area was supposed to be high crime, but the bad guys all seemed to be on vacation.

"I wish we could find enough action ta at least get my blood pumping," Raph complained as they jumped to another rooftop.

"I'll bet Leo is happy that tonight is quiet," Don said softly.

Raph shot a look at him and grinned. "Oh, 'cause he's gonna proposition Mikey and he ain't gonna want ta be interrupted. Ya' know, if Leo ends up screwing Mikey first I'm gonna be real pissed."

"Crude but to the point," Don said. "I'm not sure Leo is going to get through to our brother though."

Don wore the concentrated look he sometimes got when digging at a deep problem. Raph wasn't sure what had caught his interest, but the best way to find out was to ask.

"Ya' wanna elaborate on that, bro'?" Raph asked.

They slowed down to a walk. "I don't know what Leo can do that we haven't already tried and Mikey wasn't interested. In fact, he seemed sickened by the entire subject of sex. Not just sex with us, but sex in general."

"And that means . . . ?" Raph urged, wanting Don to continue.

Don shrugged. "Well, maybe Mikey is asexual."

"English brainiac," Raph said.

"Mikey doesn't have an interest in or desire for sex. You heard him in the dojo, he said your suggestions were gross and later he told me that he thought sex was disgusting," Don explained. "Although I agree with his assessment of your lewd comments, I find his observations on the subject to be illuminating."

"No desire for sex? Ya' sure he's our brother?" Raph quipped.

Don rolled his eyes at Raph. "The point is that if Mikey truly is asexual, we're fighting a lost cause."

"I guess that means Leo ain't gonna get with Mikey," Raph said with a laugh. "I got another shot."

"You don't know when to quit do you?" Don asked in amazement.

"I'll quit when Leo does," Raph told him. "I just need ta modify my approach is all; if I can't get Mikey, Leo sure as shell can't."

"Real~ly," Don drawled. "Well mister macho, how did Leo get you?"

Before Raph could snap out a retort, Don's shell cell buzzed.

"I'm here Mikey. What's up?" Don asked.

"Be on the lookout dude. Leo spotted a Foot patrol. We lost them and they weren't headed your direction, but better safe than sorry," Mikey said.

"Should we head back to the rendezvous point now?" Don had stopped walking and now he pointed at his eyes and then out towards the rooftops, letting Raph know to keep watch.

"Yep. We're on our way," Mikey said.

"Foot?" Raph asked as Don pushed his shell cell back into his belt.

Don nodded. "He and Leo ducked them. It's time to pack it in for the night."

Raph chuckled. "After all that clever maneuvering, I guess Leo didn't get his shot at Mikey."

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Leo and Mikey reached the old hotel building first. A north wind had kicked up and after several minutes of inactivity it had gotten downright cold.

Mikey tried jumping in place but that got old fast. Leo was standing completely still as he surveyed their surroundings and gave no indication that the chill air was affecting him.

"Dude, aren't you cold?" Mikey asked.

Leo turned to look at his little brother and his eyes softened. "Let's go stand behind the storage shed, it'll block the wind," Leo said.

Mikey found that to be a great idea and wasted no time doing as Leo suggested. Standing in the shadows, Mikey crossed his arms over his plastron and tried to hold in some body heat.

Stepping close to his younger brother, Leo began to vigorously rub Mikey's arms.

"You always did feel the cold more than the rest of us," Leo said.

"I don't like cold," Mikey complained. "I think we should all move to a tropical island with white sand beaches."

"Where you wouldn't get cable, internet, comics or pizza," Leo said with a laugh.

"Okay, strike that," Mikey said. "Maybe I can patrol in my cape."

Leo smiled and shook his head. "No."

"Thanks for being so open to the idea," Mikey told him sarcastically.

His older brother didn't answer but the small smile stayed on his face. His hands moved on Mikey's upper arms and occasionally across the younger turtles broad shoulders, the friction generating welcome warmth.

Mikey was content with the silence and the contact as they waited. This was exactly what he'd been thinking about earlier; how Leo always seemed to know what to do. It was also kind of nice that Leo didn't appear to mind helping Mikey stay warm.

The contented look on Mikey's face reminded Leo a little of how Klunk looked when someone stroked his fur. Petting Mikey was Leo's bonus for the night; he'd already done what he set out to do.

It had taken Leo a couple of nights to find the perfect setting for his false Foot sighting. Pulling Mikey into that tiny space had forced the two brothers into close physical contact, the kind with a completely innocent appearance.

Mikey wasn't used to anyone coming into his personal space in the way Leo had and under any other circumstance would have shied away. The scenario that Leo had created had given Mikey something else to focus on while Leo took the opportunity to get his younger brother used to being touched.

The feeling of Mikey's own personal electricity had sent a current of desire flaring into Leo's body and had strengthened his resolve. Mikey was a worthy prize and Leo was determined to do everything in his power to claim him.

Tonight had been a baby step toward that goal but it was enough. Leo had snuck through Mikey's barriers and destroyed some of his defenses. As a ninja, this was the type of fight he was most adept at and Leo was relishing every minute.

As Leo's hands slid across Mikey's skin he carefully formulated his next step. Raph and Don would not give up so easily; they would continue to pursue Mikey as well.

And that was just fine with Leo. In fact, he needed for them to keep chasing Mikey.

TBC……………….
Claiming Him
part 3
by: hummerhouse
Disclaimer: The TMNT do not belong to me. No money being made.
Word Count: 2,717
Summary: Three out of four ain't bad, unless everyone wants the fourth one.
Rated: PG-13 TCest

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I saw them and all I could say was, "Damn! Mikey, you got tall!" 😃