AU FART -Capturing Mikey

[aristastarfyr]

She said she wanted to stay. That after the threat was gone and while her home was broken, it wasn't dead, she wanted to stay. Raphael had been shocked and ecstatic and a little afraid when it happened.


Wren was clinging to her father as he held her tight, petting her hair. At that point the guys were certain that they were saying good bye. Raph was convinced that he was going to do this again and he wasn't entirely certain that he could do that. To watch her disappear into that portal and never see her made him panic. His heart clenched as Wren clung to her mother. He started a moment as he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Leo standing beside him, watching him with that infuriating pity smile on his face. Raph could feel his lip tremble and he sniffed, turning his head deliberately away from his brother. He knew words were exchanged between mother and daughter, but he couldn't hear them. Finally Arista held Wren at arm's length, smiling slightly before kissing Wren's forehead. This time he did hear words. "I promise."

Wren turned to them with tears in her eyes and Raph was certain she was coming back for one final goodbye. He straightened up, squared his shoulders, held her as tightly as he dared while she kissed him in front of everyone! And, believing that this was their final kiss, didn't care as he returned it with as much passion as he dared. When the kiss ended, he realized that her family was gone. Then he heard her whisper in that secret language she had steadily taught him and he looked back to her in shock.

"But...you're still here."

"Exactly where I should be."

He wasn't going to cry. Nope. No crying. He was the muscle! He was Macho! No tears.

Wren protected him by hiding those tears in the crook of her shoulder.


That was eight months ago. She trained with Master Splinter but it was nothing like their training, and definitely not like April's. It was geared more towards flexibility and keeping agile than an ability to defend herself. She still maintained her room even though most nights she spent with Raph. And after suffering the winter with no complaint, it was once again spring. Wren quickly learned that even male turtles had a season. The arguments and pushing around were more frequent as was Raphael's needs. Wren waited till after that season to suggest to Raph her previous ideas. And slowly, ever so slowly, Raphael started to loosen his death grip on her.

It was because she let him come to the decision, not telling him it had to be so, not pointing out what was missing, just waiting. She was content in his decision. And it was surprising that his acceptance happened when they were resting together quietly, feeling the sweat cool out their bodies. "If ya could have them, which one would be first?" He was still inside her, still thick and warm as he panted the question out.

Wren could feel her heart ramp up again as she tenderly rubbed the back of Raph's neck, thinking about the question. "Who would you feel most comfortable with?"

"Mikey." The answer was immediate. "He's harmless. A nutjob, but still harmless." Meaning he was not a threat to Raphael's claim over her. "And not in his room."

"I don't want to do that in yours," she responded amicably. "And in my room...would smell like both of you, then."

"I can take your room smelling a little different," Raphael rumbled softly as he nosed her neck. "I don't want him hurting you."

"Are you saying you want to watch?" Wren felt him shrink away a little bit. "I'm okay with that, but you need to make certain it's okay with him. No one watched you to make certain I didn't get hurt the first time." She smirked a bit, tightening her muscles around him. "I think it would be very arousing. You watching me break apart under your brother, knowing he was filling me up." She gasped when he moved, caught up in her words. "You pulling me off just to take over and make certain it was your cum oozing out of me."

"My bird," Raph growled, claiming her as gently as he could while she moaned her triumph.

"Always," she breathed, clinging to him in the process. A few moments later he growled low and deep, relaxing as she could feel the hot pulses within her, the fluid dripping out and trickling down her rear when there was no room.



The actual process of bringing up a poly-amorous relationship was much more difficult than Wren originally thought. Raphael had claimed her so possessively that no one dared touch her past a brotherly embrace. It endeared her more to them than she cared to admit. It also let her know that if this was going to happen, Raph needed to actually give his blessing instead of beating around the bush.

Video game night had Wren, Raph and Mikey up late, each trying to get their little digital go-cart across the finish line. Donnie and Leo had called it quits a long time ago, leaving the other three night owls to their death match. Going on midnight and now it was Wren and Mikey, last race, winner take all. Wren was determined to win it. "What's the pot this time?" Raph asked casually, trying to throw Michelangelo's attention.

"Death by Chocolate ice cream and one Neo for I.C.K.!" Michelangelo announced his prize for winning.

Wren never took her eyes off the screen and just smirked. "A kiss on the lips."

Mikey nearly dropped his controller. He recovered his fumble quickly, but not quickly enough. Wren shot a banana at his car and zipped past him to the finish line. "YES!" Both her hands went up as she proceeded to perform a victory dance that rivaled even a football player's. Or even Mikey's, for that matter. "I pwned you! That's right, I'm the man!" Raph couldn't help but laugh at the scene, especially when Mikey just stared at Wren with a faintly terrified expression. Once the girl settled down, she flopped down beside the youngest brother who nearly flew away from her as if he were electrocuted. "You okay, Mike?"

"Y-y-y-yeah! Sure! Completely awesome!" He still made certain that he wasn't touching Wren and kept giving unsure glances at Raph in the process. "You were joking about your win, right, Wren?"

"Nope." She even popped her lips at the word. "I meant what I said."

"Aaaaaah....." His eyes went back to Raphael who was watching Mikey with a mildly curious expression. "You're trying to out prank Doctor Prankenstein, aren't you? I got it!"

"No, I'm not," Wren quipped lightly. She watched Michelangelo, waiting for true comprehension to sink in. It took three minutes. Wren had gone back to just playing around on the video game, her voice silent as Mikey verbally tried to work it out. Finally he dropped to his knees beside her, mouth hanging open.

"You are serious."

"Yes." She set down the controller and turned her attention towards the orange banded brother. "I'm very serious."

Blue eyes lifted up to look at Raph. "I don't know what you're thinking, Wren. I'm not about to get flattened by Raph-on purpose!"

"I ain't gonna flatten ya," Raphael grunted. "If that's what she wants..." His eyes looked back to her and Wren smiled for him, her eyes holding nothing but love and adoration. "She can have it."

Michelangelo's jaw couldn't drop any further. He continued to watch Raph get up from his seat and just trail his fingers over Wren's head. "But I'll be there to make certain she don't get hurt if it's more than a kiss." He headed to his room without another glance back at them.

Wren moved to reach out for Mikey's hand and pouted when he still inched back. She decided to leave her hands in her lap. "Remember that day when I was so upset that Raph and Leo were fighting about me?"

He had to think for a minute, but then nodded his head slowly. "You were really upset."

"I said that I didn't want to break this family apart. If you guys were taught to share everything as a form of survival, then I wasn't opposed to that train of thought. My own family shares like that and it works really well for them." Wren added a few vague details about her parents' and extended family's arrangements as Mikey continued to listen, taking it all in and realizing that she was, in fact, not pulling a prank. He also wondered when she shifted so close to him that they were almost touching. And why she was smelling so good, right now.

Michelangelo swallowed an imaginary lump. "And you want to start now?" His voice was soft and dry, barely making any sound that was identifiable as his.

"There's more than just me involved in this." She finally moved to just rest a hand over his. Mikey flinched slightly, but he didn't move away. Suddenly her touch felt like tingling electricity and he could smell her even more. "I'm not doing anything you're not ready for. But when you're ready to give me my kiss that I won fair and square," She smiled, letting her hand drag back. "I'll be waiting."

"What....What about the guys?" He meant Don and Leo.

"You're the beginning of something precious. I hope." With that she decided to move. It was super late anyway. "Good night, Mike."

"G'night."


Two weeks later, Mikey made his decision. During the time between, Wren didn't treat him any differently and neither did Raph. It seemed all they wanted to do was plant the idea in his head and see what came of it. And leaving Mikey to thinking about an idea was the best way to get the ball rolling. Michelangelo spent a lot of time watching her, observing how she and Raphael interacted and how she interacted with everyone else. In all actuality, it was he who pushed getting closer, jockeying for time and attention and going as far as he felt he could before Raph hunted him down. He wanted to see how far he could push that envelope but he also knew he needed to take that first step.

She was offering. Raph wasn't exactly pummeling him to stop, either. That was when Michelangelo realized how much control Wren actually had on Raphael and it was clearly slightly more than Leo's hold on him. And if anyone wanted to get a leg up on Raph, they needed to get in with the person who had captivated the turtle the most. He decided to make his move one night when they were up late again, this time quietly enjoying the silence and company. Mikey was sketching Wren as she read her book in the bean bag chair. She was completely relaxed, engrossed in those printed words and Michelangelo simply continued on, sketching and capturing the tranquility. It was one of those rare times that he wasn't bouncing around, filling the void with sound just so there was something to do.

"Look, Wren!" He went over to her as soon as he finished it, eager for her response.

She set the book down carefully (So much like Leo!) and took the sketchbook in hand. Her mouth turned up into a smile as she studied the picture, taking in all the details while Mikey waited impatiently for a response. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and started talking about it, noting this detail and that detail while Wren smiled and nodded. "It's beautiful, Mike. You've got a really good talent here."

"You think so?" Mikey was bright and eager as he looked over Wren's shoulder to see what she was seeing. She pointed out delicate details that she took note of. Some he knew, some he didn't. Eventually his chin was resting on her shoulder as they both discussed the piece. "An artist. Like a professional one."

"Of course! It's not like they can see you if you want to keep your identity an enigma. And this is beautiful wor--" Wren had turned to look at Mikey and her mouth connected abruptly with his. She started for only a moment and then fell into the kiss, letting him move around a bit before she tilted her head so their lips matched nearly perfectly. When they parted Mikey gasped softly, worried at first that he'd overstepped a boundary even though he remembered what she had said. It appeared that he had nothing to worry about because she smiled at him, cupped his cheek with her small hand and drew him in closer for another kiss.

It turned out that Mikey was very good with his mouth, a quick learner. And he was playful, something that had Wren grinning into the kiss. They had spent some time like that, exploring with lips and teeth and tongues, simply enjoying each other for who they were. The turtle picked up on her shift in scent long before she noticed that unique musky scent an aroused turtle tended to give off. Eventually he worked to shift around to the front of the bag chair, curling up around beside her and offering light touches to any place he felt was 'safe.' Her hair, her cheek, her shoulder and arm. Finally even Michelangelo needed to break for breath and he heard her words then, right by his ear slit.

"Beautiful work." Her lips pressed against the scaly skin right under the bandana and his breath hitched again. She pulled back, admiring the stormy blue of his eyes as they zeroed in on her teeth briefly snagging her lower lip. "Want to go again?" His eyes pulled up to her face and without another word, he nodded once. Mikey leaned in first and she accepted, leaning back some into the bean bag so he would have to follow her.

About two hours later, Wren came into Raph's room, fresh from a shower and still holding onto her hazy look. Since it was late, she only bothered with walking around in a towel and carried her fresh clothes under her arm. Raph was there, in bed, shooting ninja stars onto the dartboard on the opposite wall. "Have fun?" He sounded gloomy and avoided looking at her.

Wren was determined not to draw too much attention to his mood. "Yes. He's sweet. And a fine kisser." She couldn't help but smirk as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, so he's better than me?"

"You're jealous already, Raphael?" Wren made certain to stand in front of him, arms crossed over her chest, towel still in place on her front. "We can't do this if you think I'm comparing you to everyone. I'm not. That's not what's going on in my head."

He tried-he tried really hard not to look at her. But those creamy thighs were at his eye level and anything above was obscured by the towel. "All ya did was kiss?"

"Mmhmm." That's when the towel dropped and he took in a deep breath. He could almost see the dampness other than her showered skin ooze from between her thighs, the flush was more from hot water and her nipples looked like they were going to pop off her. "The rest is for you, since you weren't there to watch." And Mikey was still too nervous and she didn't mind one bit. Going at his pace was more important than satisfying her. However she couldn't deny that kissing the young turtle had its benefits. Raph's eyes went predatory as she climbed not only into bed but over him as well. She was hot and feeling denied right now so rubbing her sex on her lover's hard muscled thigh brought a sigh of relief from her. She put on a show for him, rocking and tilting her pelvis for the most contact and gasping when he shifted his leg for her, giving her better access.

"God damn," Raph breathed, feeling smug as he watched her jaw drop and her hands held onto him. "Yer that horny? Enough to just hump my leg?"

"You feel that good," she panted as her hand rested over that growing bulge and softening slit. "Gods--so hot...empty..." Her brow knit together as she rocked her pelvis more, finding that knot in her belly growing tighter. She gasped out his name when his hands went to her hips, helping her find her release as his eyes locked on her face. She didn't even squeak when Raph flipped her over, kissing her deeply with a low sound in his chest. Wren's legs opened to accept his thighs and she was already arching up into him, trying to coax him to drop down. He grinned when she whined her frustrations, digging her nails into his arms.

"Got an itch, Birdy?"

"Raph."

"Need me ta scratch somethin' for ya?"

"Raphael!" Wren growled, drumming her heels on his shell. "Come on!"

He laughed, the sound more carefree than usual before he put his weight on one hand to help guide himself in. She groaned loudly and shifted her hips upwards sharply to get him in faster. The coupling was fast and quick, only to start up again a minute after a quick rest. "Fuckin' amazing, Wren." He nuzzled into her throat as he thrust into her again, making her body shudder around him.

"You are," Wren breathed as she rested her hand on the back of his neck. He spent the rest of the night making certain she was drowning in his scent.



Michelangelo slowly familiarized himself with Wren's mouth over the next two weeks. Kissing became an awesome pass time and it seemed as if he was really getting the hang of it. It wasn't easy because she was smaller in the mouth area but smelling her verified that he had to be doing something right. What caught him off guard was the way she sat back and then pressed her finger down his midline. He gasped, feeling that pleasure tingle his nerves. Mikey leaned forward, his breath shivering as he watched her eyes darken. They flickered up, meeting his bright blue and he leaned in for another kiss, covering her hand with his own and pressing gently on his plastron. "Again?" Her askance was quiet but he could hear her as if she had shouted.

Mike nodded, swallowing hard. He could even feel his tail vibrating from the anticipation and when that pressure returned to trail down his midline, he moaned. "Feels good, Wren."

"I want to make you feel good," she murmured low, repeating the firm petting action and watching him melt. Every time her fingers stopped well away from that growing bulge and just tickled up the edge of his plastron to repeat the process all over again. She watched carefully as his breathing ramped up, his leaning towards her space became that intense hovering. Then when she drew her fingers up, she grazed the soft, delicate connective skin between flesh and shell, making him growl out that unique sound.

It wasn't something he was used to. Michelangelo's eyes flew open and he slapped a hand over his mouth. And then he stared at her because she didn't laugh. Instead there was a soft, inviting smile, giving him time to process what was happening, what she was doing and what she was offering. Wren glanced over in the direction of where her room was located. "We can go somewhere more private, if you want."

More privacy meant that Wren was willing to go further. Was Michelangelo willing to go further? He contemplated that, letting his hand drop from his mouth. "Okay?" Wait. He should be more assertive, shouldn't he? "Ah, okay!" He grabbed her hand and nearly lifted her off her feet as he stood up. Wren just smiled, squeezed her hand around his finger and suddenly Mikey was very, very aware of how much larger he really was. "Are you gonna be okay? Is this okay? I mean... you're tiny."

"Michelangelo," she took a couple steps towards her room, pausing to make certain he would follow. "It's okay. I can handle Raphael, right?"

At the mention of his brother, Mikey paused, giving Wren an uncertain look. "What about Raph?"

That made her stop the gentle pull on his hand and she stepped closer to him, looking almost level with the turtle. "If Raphael wasn't okay with this much, this wouldn't be happening. He's put a lot of trust in me that I know what I'm doing. And he's put a lot of trust in you as well. He even broached the subject first."

"He did?" When Wren started moving, Mikey followed, interested and curious about this new chain of events. "What did he say?"

"He said that if I was going to go through with this...unifying everyone and sharing me," she looked back to Mikey, making certain he had his attention, "He wanted to know who I would choose first."

That made Mike's eyes grow wide. "And you picked me?"

"No. He did."

"Raphael?" That seemed....why would he do that? "Why would he pick me?"

"Because he trusts you." They weren't exact words, of course, but Wren knew how to read Raphael well enough. By the time she could finish her explanation, they were in her room with the door closed. "He trusts you the most, Mike. You won't ...He's afraid that I'll find someone more appealing and this wasn't what this is about."

"What is this about then?"

"It's about keeping the family whole. I want to do my part."

Mikey arched his brow. If she wanted to be helpful by being their woman, it seemed a little selfish on their parts. He still didn't understand what she could gain from it. "To become all of our stress relief?"

"I trust you-all of you-to take care of me. Trust me to take care of you." Wren moved forward to stand before Michelangelo, resting her hand on the center of his plastron, over his heart. "I don't carry a weapon. But I will protect and fight for you with every breath I have. There is more to healing than just bandages and thread. If you let me, I will help carry burdens, both joy and sorrow." She reached up to touch his face, hand sliding along his jawline. "This is how I was brought up. A close family shares everything. Everyone. There isn't a place for secrets, but that doesn't mean there isn't privacy. I want to share with you joy and love; you're as precious to me as anyone else here, Michelangelo."

"But...you fell for Raph first." He didn't sound confident. Mikey's voice was rough and thready, barely noticable as being him. While he didn't think it was a trick, he was fairly certain this was some strange dream he was having. The strangest, longest dream ever.

"I've fallen for several people," Wren explained, watching his eyes. They were still so confused, wanting to believe, yet not. "Others who are familiar with this kind of love, not afraid to share. In fact, they relish in this. They find strength in this. They were the ones who taught me that this brings strength and does not divide people apart. It's work, a lot of work, but more rewarding than anything else I can dream of."

"If that's so, why aren't you with them?"

"Because my heart belongs here." She wasn't able to say anything else because Mikey swept her mouth up into a kiss, taking her breath away in the process. Now he was assertive when before he was simply joining in and learning. Now he wanted and desired. And she was completely accepting of it. Oh, he knew in the shadows his brother was there and before he was against it, but now he could understand why Raph was concerned. This wasn't about making certain that Mikey wouldn't take advantage of her, it was so that Wren was safe. And Michelangelo vowed with every kiss that she would be safe.

They made it to the bed and fell on their sides. Mikey watched Wren's hands as she touched him, asking for permission to touch places she hadn't before. His quiet acceptance was just that as he saw how her fingers dipped to intimate places, touching and caressing. She knew what to touch and where to touch. His tail made that sound come from him again and before he knew it he was out, throbbing and warm, but not as warm as the scalding heat of her hand. "Wren!"

She stopped. His eyes popped open in shock that she dare stop! "W-why did you stop?"

"You don't want me to--"

"No!" He was almost frantic as he shifted closer. "Keep going. Please."

Wren rushed forward to kiss him, her hand gripping gently before pulling and letting her fingers drag along the tip. His growl was back as his mouth ravaged hers, hips shifting but not quite catching the rhythm at first. She slowed her pace down and when it caught he gasped. He didn't last long and she knew that was going to happen. Her words were rough whispers as she felt an echo of what he was feeling, groaning as the pulses dampened her clothes. She protected him with a hand over his length to keep it from being crushed and her other hand almost cradling his head, stroking gently as he recovered. Michelangelo could smell her sweet musky scent as well as Raphael's arousal but for the time being he rested in Wren's embrace,

Still looking impossibly young, Mikey finally started to move with a different brightness in his eyes as he looked into Wren's face. He reached over to touch her, drawing his fingers along the side of her face, watching how her hair shifted under his touch. When their eyes met, he smiled a bit, taking in a deep breath before letting it out. She returned the smile, cupping his face and smiling more when he nuzzled into her hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Totally awesome," Mikey rumbled before he kissed her again. She hummed warmly into the kiss, lying back more against the mattress. He broke the kiss, lifting his head back so he could look at her. "You're so beautiful."

A tender smile graced her face as she tugged his bandana to loosen it. "So are you."

"Not like. Not like you." Mikey shrugged out of his mask, trying not to break eye contact. "Totally not like you." Something cracked briefly and he recovered quickly but not soon enough for Wren to not catch it.

"Even cracked glass is beautiful," she murmured softly, making certain his eyes held her gaze. Something shifted again and she leaned up to wrap her arms around his neck and shield him away from the world. She murmured something that was meant only for Mikey's ears and he laughed a bit, sniffing a little louder than usual.

"Still beautiful," Michelangelo muttered, easing to his side. "I want to make you feel just as good."

"I'd like that," She settled more on the bed, looking expectant. Her eyes lit up as Mikey fell quiet. "Do you want some direction?" He nodded slightly and Wren smiled more, pulling her hands away and half crunching so that she could pull her shirt off. Wren's hands lingered behind her back and the lace cupped bra loosened over her chest. The turtle's eyes practically popped out of his head as he stared at her chest, breath nearly frozen in his lungs. She waited another moment before taking his hand and resting it flat on one small breast, giving him the time he needed to process it.

Mikey was captivated. Smooth, creamy skin and full lips with dark silver eyes were looking at him with complete adoration. He started to register that he was touching her. Dropping his eyes lower, he noticed that his hand encompassed half of her chest. He sucked in a quick breath, looking back to Wren's eyes as he tried to figure out what he should do now. His hand shifted, caressing the lace over skin and jumping as she sucked in a breath.

For however long he started watching them, the movies always said that a girl's breasts were magical. Right now they seemed a little lack luster. 'Heaving bosoms' were a thing on the screen. Here they were just lumps of flesh. Michelangelo slowly pulled off the bra, dropping it off to the side as he watched her skin react to the sudden cooler air. His finger lightly rubbed at one pointed nipple and he looked suddenly up at her when she made a sound. "Sensitive," she supplied, making no moves to stop him.

"Should I not touch you there?"

"No, you may touch."

He took his time, watching with wide eyes as he touched, rubbed, caressed. Her reactions were more than encouraging. Her moans, the shift of her body, the gasp she made when his mouth connected with her skin. He could feel her heating up more as that musk grew stronger. He wanted to smell more of that and moved lower, dragging his tongue down her midline just to see if it was similar to what he felt. He made it to her jeans and moaned against the crippling heat of her core. Teeth dragged over denim and Wren arched up, begging for more contact with her body. "Gods, Mike."

His growl was back as well as his erection. Even on good days he had trouble with fine motor skills but Wren's hands were there, ripping at buttons and zippers while her hips shimmied to remove pants. With a fresh eagerness he grabbed the waistband and yanked them down, breathing in deep as her scent hit him full in the face. It didnt take him long to become addicted to that scent. It called to him, drew him in closer and before he was fully aware his mouth was on her core, lapping at the hot, tantalizing fluids. She encouraged every lick, every nibble, every gentle suck with her sounds and tilting of her hips. It didn't take long for her to start giving clear, one worded directions, her voice growing tight as the tension was coiling in her belly. It was on Mikey's perogative that he eased a finger inside her, making a low sound as her muscles tried to suck him in further, the tension finally starting to break apart.

"Oh, s-shell," Mike uttered as he felt her, saw her, tasted her come in waves that made him want to take her right then and there. The flush on her skin was practically a beacon as he watched her settle from her high, one hand on her belly and the other draped over her eyes. There was a shift in the shadows and Mikey's eyes flickered up briefly before turning back to her, his eyes shifting to something more predatory. When Wren's eyes fluttered open, his own were right there, catching her. She felt a thrill of anticipation run through her and she shivered. "Need you."

She smiled and opened her legs more, brushing them up against the outside of his thighs. "I'm right here." The shock on Mikey's face briefly belayed the one of lust. He was still thinking that this was a dream or a trick or a joke. His eyes flickered up as there was another movement in the shadows. "Michelangelo." It was her voice that drew him back. His focus was with her. For her.

He cried out as one slick and very slippery hand encircled his cock, making his hips jump. "Sorry, i should have warned you." Wren muttered, watching Mikes eyes glaze over at the slippery tightness on his member. Mikey took it in stride, rocking steadily as his nerves jumped and sparked in pleasure. Suddenly it wasn't enough and his eyes snapped open before looking down between them.

"Ngh, yeah--that looks awe-awesome." He pulled away complete with a thick growl, already prepared to claim her as his own. It was her sudden shift in position that made him pause and really pay attention to what she whispered.

"Slow, Mike." Her touch was feather light on his jaw as was the kiss on the opposite side. Something else was added to it but he didn't understand the words, nor could he care less about them. Right now the only thing that mattered was that silky wet heat that was squeezing him. The sound that came from him was primal and he didn't stop until he couldn't move in any further.

Wren was panting beneath him, brows knit together more than they should as she shut her eyes and forced a measured breath. That's what kept Michelangelo from pulling back and thrusting in sharply. "Wren?" Was she in pain? That definitely looked like a pained expression. "You...o-kay?" He should pull out and make certain she was okay. That was the responsible thing to do, wasn't it? He was trying to do just that when he moved and Wren suddenly arched her back, trapping him with her legs. It wasn't that he couldn't get out...it was the fact that if she was in pain now, he wasn't going to force the issue. "I can--"

She surprised him with how quickly she moved, sitting up to cling at his scutes and bite his lower lip. Michelangelo's apology died quickly when she husked by his mouth. "You feel so good, Mikey. Don't leave me." That was all the encouragement he needed. He finished quickly, too overcome by all the new sensations he was immersed in. Wren found it beautiful to watch him break apart, his eyes wide with shock and mouth open in a silent shout as she felt him swell one last time and finally pump his essence into her. There was something oddly satisfying about that and she took it graciously, still breathing hard as her heart pumped a mile a minute. Wren was gently rubbing his head while he had his earslit pressed against her chest, listening to that staccato beat.

"Did you...?"

"Doesn't matter," Wren murmured, "This was for you."

"No."

Mikey's eyes went wide and he looked up to see Raph emerge from the shadows with a near murderous glare in his eyes. He tried to scramble back but was quickly reminded of how strong Wren's thighs were. He managed to tick off Raph by screwing this up! Then the burly turtle's eyes shifted away from him as he looked down to Wren. Mike couldn't help but feel shocked again when he heard the worried tone in his brother's voice.

"You matter. You will always. Always matter."

Wren watched him with adoring silver eyes still lit up with heat and want. She reached up to him, touching his jaw. "Raphie," He leaned down, kissing her so deeply that Mikey was caught between feeling embarrassed that he was watching such an intimate thing and getting turned on at the same time. When they parted, Wren's eyes were nearly closed, her body practically moving up into Raph's hands as he ghosted them down her body.

"Now you," Raph looked up at Mikey, catching him with his eerily focused gaze. "You are going to pay attention. If you want a part of her? Ya gotta take care of our girl."

There were so many underlying things in what he said. Normally Mike was adept at reading between the lines but his dick was still encased in throbbing heat and stealing his mental faculties. Our girl? "But I--"

Raph snorted, watching the way Wren arched her chest up into his hand. "Yer fine." His voice was still that rich, deeply aroused tone. Wren could feel that bulge by her head and for a moment she felt a thrill go through her that both her men were there, touching her. Raphael made certain Mikey watched and listened as he played her body, bringing her to the brink but never letting her tip over. "Now move."

He had half-forgotten he was still hard. Mikey shifted and Wren swore, her body suddenly tense as she scrambled to cling to Raph's arms. "Oh-gods, Mikey--" Blue eyes focused on her face and the frantic pulse in her throat. He didn't realize how ready he was until she made that soft, high pitched whine and her walls clutched around him in anticipation. The gentle, barely there thrusts seemed to be liked the best as she kept tensing, trying to draw him in deeper. "Oh yes. ...Yes, yes yes...." The tremble in her limbs made both turtles churr and Mikey leaned in closer just to watch.

Then she pulled him in deeply and he felt as if everything opened up around the tip of his penis and the shaft was still gripped tightly. Then that first contraction hit and Wren growled, forcing Mikey to follow instinct and root just as hard and fast and deep as he dared go. "Oh shell, baby." He cried out seconds later, filling her deeply as she convulsed under him, her nails biting into Raph's arms so she could have an anchor.

This time when Wren moved, Mikey laid back, exhausted and drained. Raph had pulled her away, clutching her close to him as a shudder went through the turtle. Wren was tired as well but she still shifted, opening her legs to her first lover as he covered her, his erection probing before finding home. Michelangelo watched as he lounged on his side, pulse still frantic as he witnessed the intense coupling. All that muscle and power was carefully compartamentalized and controlled for her. The younger turtle couldn't help but marvel that this woman managed to gentle their Psycho without breaking him. She crested again, a hairs breath before Raphael as he growled into her neck, holding her close. Mikey was trying to think of what was going to happen next as Raphael eventually pulled away and gently nestled Wren between them. The mess was still beneath them but ignored while a blanket was pulled up to cover them.

It was some time before Raph looked to Mike. He continued to watch Wren sleep, gently petting her hair in the process. Finally he looked up to his brother. "Sorry,"

Mikey had been dozing and one eye opened up to his brother's voice. A quiet grunt was his question as Wren shifted in her sleep, tuning on her side towards Mikey and clinging to Raph's arm in the process. "I promised I wouldn't...I wouldn't butt in but...I just...I just couldn't let her sacrifice any more." His green eyes flickered up to Mike's briefly before drifting back down. "I don't want to see her hurt."

"Dude?" Michelangelo wanted Raph to focus on him. "I would kill myself before I hurt her. I really want you to believe that."

The larger turtle seemed to relax more from that statement and nodded, his mouth easing into a smile. "Thanks."

"You're not the only one who ... really, really cares for her." Mikey looked back down tot he sleeping girl and gently nuzzled the top of her head. Did he want to say love? He certainly didn't want to push Raph with more than what he was ready to handle. Which brought about another thought. "Do you want me to go?"

Raphael contemplated that and eventually shook his head. "Nah. I really should be the one going. I kinda butted into this private moment, anyway."

"You can stay," Michelangelo whispered. "Don't think she'd mind, would she?"

Thinking about the stories Wren told him about the people her brother lived with and how their family structures worked made him wonder what Wren was ultimately trying to do, here. "No, I don't think she would." A sharp eye glanced up. "Don't crush her in yer sleep."

"Don't think I have the energy for that anymore, dude."

A small, relaxed smile grazed Raph's face before he whispered something by Wren's ear. Mikey's face split into a wide grin and Raph grunted, half glaring at him. "What."

"Can I call her 'treasure,' too?"

"No. Find your own pet name."

Michelangelo chuckled a bit as he watched Raph snuggle down against Wren, finally closing his eyes. "'Night, big bro."