Time Out - Chapter One

Time Out - Chapter One

Turtlecest, yaoi, slash, whatever you want to call it. It is totally here.

Disclaimer: I bet you guys don't even read this part anymore...

Warning: If turtles touchin' each other isn't for you, then continuing to scroll down might make your head explode.

Another Warning: I'm a researcher, not a writer. I meddle in details. I swim in details. I bathe in details. I drown in details. I can not turn it off, I've tried. Don't hate!

Time Out - Chapter One - Michelangelo

Training runs. Not the most entertaining pastime for the fun-loving mutant, naturally. They were some kind of boring. It was up to Michelangelo to make them more interesting.

At least tonight had some minuscule worth to the oh so hyper one. Ninja hide and go seek. The game of Battle Nexus Champions.

"I can take you all on!" Michelangelo started his hype, following up his challenge with an obnoxious dance.

"Mikey..." Leonardo rubbed the pressure points above his beak. "We're supposed to be running team building exercises." Raphael and Donatello adjusted behind him, getting comfortable for the soon to follow antics of their baby brother.

"Oh, come on." Michelangelo extended his arms dramatically. "How boooring is that? I don't even need a team to beat all three of you," he pouted. "Especially Raph." Michelangelo put up his cheesiest grin as two brothers held back the hothead. Yes, his plan was working flawlessly.

"There's team building qualities and junk in ninja hide and seek!" He jumped backwards onto the edge of the roof they currently occupied to await leader's further orders. He was prepared to pull out the big "battle nexus champion" gun if he did not get what he wanted.

"Have it your way, Mikey." Hey, he did not have to pull it out after all. That would be less he would be beaten for later. Good deal. "You and Raph. Don with me. Remem--"

"Now hold up!" Michelangelo interrupted, jumping back off of his ledge and onto the roof. He hunched forward and put his hands on his hips. "So now you're giving me a handicap. You ARE afraid --"

"Handicap! I'll show you a handicap, you little shrim--" Raphael was yet again restrained by Donatello and Leonardo from destroying their little brother.

"Don, team with Mikey." Leonardo patted Raphael on the shoulder. "You're with me." Raphael snorted and looked away, annoyed.

The sparkle in Leonardo's eye did not escape Michelangelo's understanding. He was telling Raphael not to worry, because they would win. Of course, his two oldest brothers were quite the formidable team, but apparently they forgot who they were dealing with.

He opted to remind them.

"You won't find the... Battle Nexus Champion!" Michelangelo's tail wagged as he strutted to the edge again. "Or his faithful sidekick, Webster!," in reference to his partner for the evening.

Two pairs of eyes rolled, but Donatello just smiled at the youngest. Michelangelo loved his smile. Maybe that was why he was such a goofy guy. Just to see it more often. "We'll even give you two a head start!" Michelangelo turned his back to his brothers and looked over the city like a valiant protector.

Donatello shyly smiled at the other two brothers before turning away in good sport. Raphael was mumbling something about what was going to happen when he found Michelangelo. Leonardo's thought process was contemplating as to how they were going to accomplish said finding.

"Get going, you two, or this'll be too easy. We'll be home by Leonardo's bed time." Michelangelo stretched his arms above his head in a fake yawn.

"Mikey, they are already gone." Donatello stated.

Michelangelo turned around, and truth be told, the two youngest siblings were alone. He was so going to pay for this later.

Now to defend his title as the master of ninja hide and seek.

"Come on, Donnie." Michelangelo called out, all playfulness dispersed from his voice for the moment. Games were serious business. Assuring he was being followed, Michelangelo took off eyeing all around for strategic locations and optimal hideouts. The game was simple, Leonardo just added a team atmosphere to it. Two groups split up. Time passes. Whichever group found the other wins the night. Michelangelo minded the shadows and urged Donatello to do the same with his hand.

"Have something in mind, Mikey?" Donatello called from behind as they raced over the rooftops.

Michelangelo stopped in the shadow of a water tower and leaned against its side. Donatello followed in step. "Just need a vantage point." Michelangelo surveyed all he could see until his eyes caught up on his prize. "Bingo." Michelangelo dove off into the direction of a building with no interest in particular. That was its appeal. It was tall and thin, but not quite as tall as other buildings in the game zone. It was not flashy in any way; possibly never noticed by all who ever gazed at the cityscape. It was perfect. And in bounds.

Michelangelo led. How weird was that? He usually tagged behind one of his older brothers, but Donatello understood this was his gig. And Donatello let him do his thing. Raphael and Leonardo would have never. He appreciated the opportunity more than any of them could ever comprehend. He jumped from his last rooftop towards his destination and hung on to a wire protruding from the building. He then swung into an open, irregularly shaped window of the bell tower. That was what it was, he realized, once he got closer. It was part of a university campus; probably old as dirt.

He landed on a rickety staircase and scooted over. Donatello arrived seconds later. "Welcome to our outlook." Michelangelo quipped as he looked above him. The stairs went on in a spiral pattern up the wall. Leonardo will never find this place, he giddily thought.

"Quaint." Donatello sniffed from all the dust. "So we're staying still?" Donatello avoided a cob web probably borrowed from some ancient cursed tomb. Who knew the webs in New York City got so big?

"For now." Michelangelo started his trek up the stairs. Donatello's steps creaked behind him.

"We're not really supposed to be stationary, Mikey..." Donatello studied his surroundings as if the two older, more predator-like brothers would jump out from the woodwork and bite his head off.

"You know Leo and Raph. They'll be hardcore searching for us right now." Michelangelo avoided a broken step and pointed it out to Donatello.

The two mutant turtles reached the top of their headquarters. There was no bell, much to Michelangelo's disappointment, but quite the view of their playground. "It won't take long for Raph to start getting antsy. And sloppy. I bet we can see the whole practice area from here!" Michelangelo beamed a smile behind him at his brother.

"My Mikey, the ... mastermind?" Donatello shook his head in disbelief.

Michelangelo stepped between Donatello and the wall. "Always the ones you least suspect, bro, as the old saying goes." And he licked Donatello's nose.

Donatello wiped his nose from the unexpected onslaught of Michelangelo's tongue. "Cute. What'll we do in the meantime, mastermind?"

Michelangelo leaned up against the wall, purposely avoiding a view outside. If he had a good view to the outside world from his little crow's nest, then that meant the world had a chance to see him as well. "I dunno." Michelangelo appeared to ponder the meaning of life. "We could make out or something." And there was that big, cheesy grin Donatello grew to love.

"Mikey..." Donatello could not contain his smile, though he tried. Donatello was using his special "Mikey voice." A little whiny, like Michelangelo's presence somehow brought his brother back a few years. Michelangelo appreciated it, though. How many people could say that they had a special voice only for them, from a giant mutant ninja turtle. Not very many!

Well, it was not the plan to have a go about during the training mission, but when was Michelangelo ever one to plan? Besides, what else did they have to do other than kill time, waiting for Raphael's famous patience to run so thin Leonardo became distracted.

Apparently Donatello agreed, since he stepped all up in Michelangelo's personal bubble and started nipping on his neck. "You're a bad influence on me." Donatello quipped as he ran his tongue over Michelangelo's delicate skin.

"Bad impression on you? I'm the young and impressionable one!" Michelangelo bent his head to allow Donatello better access. "Besides, I just wanted to make out. You're ..mmm.. the one laying down all the moves and stuff." Michelangelo teased and pulled Donatello closer by his belt.

Donatello kissed Michelangelo's cheek. "I can stop..." He kissed the side of Michelangelo's mouth. "...if you want to get back to work." He kissed Michelangelo's lips like it was the period to finish his sentence.

"Gotta finish what you start." Michelangelo smiled and wrapped his arms around Donatello's neck. He was rewarded with another sweet kiss from Donatello. And then another. Until sweet kisses grew more intense, fueled from heat that was growing within them.

Michelangelo massaged Donatello's shoulders and tickled his older brother's tongue with is own when it found its way into Michelangelo's inviting mouth. Donatello, in turn, affectionately placed his hand on his lover's cheek and gently ran his other hand down Michelangelo's side.

And Michelangelo suddenly had the notion that training runs were not as bad as he previously thought.