Greetings!

hullo~ I am new here and I come baring....something. It's my first time writing foursome turtle smoochies, so be gentle? Any constructive crit would be more than welcome. Also, pardon the weird formatting...

I guess it needs a title, huh? Alrighty...

Title: Teamwork
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Foursome :D
Warnings: Uh... foursome? I dunno....
Notes: Each cut tag is a different lyric from different songs... I'll post a zip of my porn playlist at the end of the fic if you all want.

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It was so strange, seeing Leo back at the lair. It was weeks after the incident with Winters, but... things were unusual. Raph was quiet, Leo withdrawn, and Don looked troubled. Even Sensei looked different. Tired. Worn. Old. The very idea of it chilled me to my core. Something had to be done. I had to fix this rift between me and my brothers, for Sensei's sake, and our own.

So I started forming a plan.

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I met Michelangelo's eyes from across the table, though he wasn't really looking at me at all. I nudged him under the table with my foot, and when Mike seemed to come back to himself, I gave him a questioning look, unwilling to break the eerie silence in the lair. Michelangelo's face didn't change, but his eyes were sparkling with silent laughter before standing abruptly from the table. "Okay bros, let's go to the dojo."

Splinter had looked up in surprise at that, and I was confused. Mikey? Wanting to spar with the three of us? It was the only reason I could think of for him wanting to go to the dojo.

Raph looked up from his soggy cereal, and Leo met Michelangelo's gaze evenly, "Mike?"

"Team building exercise, Bro." I could've sworn Michelangelo was waggling his eye ridges at them, and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing at the oddity of it.

"Who died and made you leader?" Raph grumbled, half heartedly poking at his mush with his spoon.

"Leo's sense of big brotherness." Michelangelo said simply, bowing slightly to Splinter before walking out.

I glanced at my brothers before getting to my feet, "I don't know about you two, but I'm curious as to what he's got planned."

Leonardo chuckled, "Mike with a plan is a terrifying thought."

I dropped my dishes in the sink before padding out after Mike.



I watched as Splinter gazed at me and Leonardo, "I suggest you two take up Michelangelo on his idea. I will be in the living room, watching my stories," He got to his feet slowly, leaning heavily on his walking stick in a way that made my stomach tighten into a cold knot, "Today is the day we find out who the real father of Debbie's baby is."

I shook my head and stood, dumping the remains of my cereal in the sink before turning to Leonardo. The Wandering Son. "Are you coming?" It was so strange, pretending nothing happened. That I had nearly- I shook myself and walked away, but not before I heard the gentle scrape of Leo's chair against the floor as he stood. We walked into the dojo together in silence.

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"So, what's this big plan of yours, Mike?" Donatello asked once they were all in the dojo and the door was closed.

I frowned as Mikey just stood there, before taking a deep breath, "We've forgotten each other."

I watched Leo's eyes widen in horror, "What the hell-?!"

"Leo, this is not just about you. We all 'left' in one way or another. Donnie and I buried ourselves in work, Raph with his Nightwatcher duties, and you with your animal activist gig, or whatever it was you did down in South America."

I snorted as Leo drew himself up a little taller, looking indignant, "I protected a village."

Mike waved a dismissive hand, "Not the point. If we're going to work as a team again, we need to relearn each other."

I glanced at the others, obviously no one else was gonna ask the question on all our minds, "And how are we going to do that?"

Mike's eye took on a glitter of mischief and... something else, "Sex."



Leonardo gaped at our younger brother. His brother, I could practically hear Leo's mind shout. "Are you insane?!"

"Not since the last time I checked," Michelangelo said, the joking words offset by the serious set of his face. "I'm serious, Leo. We're drifting apart..."

"And this is the way you came up with to bring us back together?! Sex?" Leonardo hissed, "We're brothers."

"Not biologically," I stated simply. "Technically, it's only theoretical incest." I had run tests on our DNA years ago, so this was not news to me. I don't think it mattered to Leo, though.

"How can you be so calm about this?!" Leonardo snapped, "Did this happen while I was gone?!"

"Why?" Raph's voice was a soft challenge from his corner of the dojo, "Would you feel left out, Leo?"

I watched Leo turn to stare at Raph. I never heard Raphael's voice take that tone before; that low, dangerous sounding almost-purr that seemed to rumble up from the very depths of his chest. We watched Leo swallow hard, "Raph-"

"Are you afraid, Leo?" Raph's eyes were narrowed in challenge... no, not just in challenge, in something else... I felt my throat close up. I had heard the term 'bedroom voice' before, but this was my first experience with it. My eyes drifted to Michelangelo, who was shifting uncomfortably where he stood. At least I wasn't the only one starting to get turned on. "Sex does involve letting go of your control, after all," Raph was beginning to stalk towards Leo.

"Raphael, are you flirting with me?" Leonardo looked bewildered, then frightened, taking a step backwards before something must've clicked in his mind and he stood straighter and stepped forward, meeting Raph's challenge. Only Raph could get Leo riled up like this, only that was when Raph wanted to kick the shit out of him, and now he was staring at him like something he wanted to... oh. Oh. "I don't have to be the one not in control, Raph," Leonardo growled at Raph, and I would've sworn the temperature in the Dojo went up a few degrees.

Michelangelo inched closer to Leo, "So you all agree? That this is the thing to do?"

Leonardo watched as Raph and I both nodded and sighed, "Alright... but not now. Master Splinter is right outside and-"

"Don't trust yourself not to get loud, Leo?" Raph purred, smirking, and Leonardo growled again.

Michelangelo whimpered.



"Don't trust yourself not to get loud, Leo?" Raphael purred, and I couldn't stop the growl the came out of my throat. There was that damned purr again. When did Raph learn to talk like that?

I heard Michelangelo whimper softly and I turned to look at him, and what I saw made me blush, forgetting my irritation with Raph. Mike was leaning against the wall, fingers gently tracing the edge of his shell, his eyes heavy and dark with arousal... "Oh come on, guys... don't stop there, we're just getting started..." His voice was low and rough and I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach as I watched his thick fingers trail up and down his inner thighs, teasing himself.

"M-mike-" I was stuttering. I never stutter! "I thought we were going to do this later... when Sensei is not right outside the dojo!" I hissed at him, then choked as Mike let his erection drop from out of his shell and began to stroke it slowly.

"Come on, Leo... Sensei's watching TV, he can barely hear what's going on in here," Donatello said softly, eyes fixated on the movements of Mikey's hand. He reached out to stroke cautious fingers down Mikey's arm before wrapping his hand around Mikey's and following Mikey's rhythm. Mikey groaned, head thudding back against the wall as his eyes closed, a look of bliss on his face as his breath quickened. Donatello made a curious noise in the back of his throat, "This was your idea, Mike," Don murmured, "Tell me what to do, so we can show our brothers how it's done..."



I am gonna continue this in another post. Enjoy this while you wait for the next parts!