Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Nexus Nightlife
#4 of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers series These stories are based on a mixture of the TMNT comic universe and the New TMNT 2003 Cartoon series universe. This basically means three things: 1) All the turtles have tails. Just like real turtles. 2) The age distribution from oldest to youngest goes: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo. 3) The storyline of the first several stories is that of the TMNT 2003 series. This is just to give them some context and a starting point for the author, so maybe later stories will be written to fit into the storyline of the old cartoon series. Nobody knows yet. The usual disclaimers apply. We don't own the Turtles, this is fanfiction. All credit for their creation goes to Mirage Studios. Don't read it if you're not old enough. Author remarks: Yeah, yeah, we know it's been a while. There's some issues with the main storyline that Raph and I haven't had time to fix, so I thought I'd throw out a story just to keep you all entertained in the meantime. It was supposed to come after all the other stories and it isn't actually a part of the series, hence the lack of chapter number. In this timeline, each tier/tournament round in the Battle Nexus episodes happen on a different day. In the original show it *seems* like they're all on the same day, but I think it makes more sense if the warriors had a chance to rest and bask in the glory of the tournament rather than fight four battles in a row and go home. Why else would they have an entire city there if everyone goes home the same day? * * * Nexus Nightlife By [email protected] "Champions! I commend you on the victory thus far. My city is yours for the duration of the battle. Tier two will begin tomorrow morning, so for now you may rest and prepare." The Daimyo held his staff high and the huge crowd cheered for the victors of the first battle. Donatello was sitting in the medical bay overlooking the large square below and shook his head. Kicked out in the first round. Maybe he could sneak off into the city before his brothers found the need to ridicule him. This was just embarrassing. As the warriors dispersed below and the audience began to draw out of the stadium and into the streets of the ancient city around it to scour the market places for food and drinks, Raphael instead went right for their big Triceraton friend Traximus. "Hey Traxy! Over here!" He called out through the crowd and managed to catch the giant saurian's eye. His battle-hardened face cracked in a smile and he slid his broadaxe back in the holder strap on his back to get it out of the way. "My friend! How was your fight?" "Oh, I aced it naturally." Raphael had this exceedingly smug grin on his face. "Was some weird dude with blue rings. I would've made him eat those things, but he disappeared before I could hit 'im." The Triceraton's laughter rumbled through the crowd and he gave a hearty slap to Raphael's shell, nearly knocking the turtle onto the ground. "Glad to hear it. Come! Let us drink and feast. I hear their wild boar here is to die for." The colossal orange dino dragged off with his smaller green companion, heading for the exits so they could blend into the cityscape and find a place to eat. The smoky aroma of fresh meat hit them near the exit, it smelled like the entire city had been roasting and grilling all through the first tournament battle, preparing for the onslaught of hungry warriors that were now pouring into the streets. Leonardo managed to hook up with Usagi, his new samurai warrior bunny friend, and they decided to retreat up into the mountains for a few hours just to wait for the crowd to settle down so they could go eat in peace later. Besides, all this beautiful terrain just begged to be walked, climbed and scaled. They made their way the rocky trails and talked mostly about sword techniques, Bushido code of conduct and the turtle's first time at this tournament. With the episode of D'Jinn fresh in his mind, Leonardo could not help but wonder if this could be the same warrior that had rescued Splinter years ago. Leonardo may have been a stranger in this world, but he figured, 'Hey, how many ronin samurai bunny warriors could there be, right?' "Do you know Splinter?" The question made the lapine pause in his next step. He was struggling between being truthful and honoring his name. After all, if Splinter had not mentioned him even to his own sons, Usagi was not entirely sure that he wanted them to know. Yet, for all his doubts, his trust in the green reptile he had rescued in the Hall of Past Champions remained strong. "Yes. I do know your Sensei." He doubted that would be enough to sate the green one's curiosity. "Are you the samurai whoooo--" Leonardo dragged it out until Usagi interrupted him. "Yes, I helped him fight Draco many years ago." Leonardo lit up in a grin and slapped the bunny on the back heartily. "Not a lot of samurai bunnies around, is there?" "Heh. I suppose not." The two of them climbed further up towards a rocky outcropping they could spot up ahead. It gave Leonardo ample chance to get to see his well-muscled friend climb and flex, just like when they had been in combat, only this time the circumstances were quiet enough for him to enjoy the sight. Little did he notice the many times Usagi politely let the turtle climb up first, for the exact same reason. "You know, I haven't seen anyone handle a sword that well before, I think." Leonardo discounted the Shredder of course, this was solely good guys he was thinking about. "Thank you, Leonardo-san. You were very capable yourself." They reached a flat plateau with moss and grass growing in tufts here and there and there was a magnificent view over the entire island from here. The perfect place to sit down and enjoy the sunshine. "Whew, that was quite a climb." Leonardo sat down heavily and offered the spot right next to him to his companion. Usagi brushed off his black silky pants and knelt down on the flat rocks. "It is very beautiful up here." "It is indeed." Leonardo sat for a while, enjoying the silence with just the birds chirping in the background and the wind whisking about the two of them high up on the mountain. He also felt a little awkward having nothing to talk about with his new friend that he really felt he could trust his life with now. "You know.." His words made Usagi open his eyes again and he looked over at the turtle. "You rescued my Sensei.. and myself, today." None of them were quite sure where this was going, so another great pause fell over the conversation. "Yes, Leonardo-san?" The turtle had to be jump-started again, partly because of the breathtaking scenery around them. "Well, I just figured if there's anything.. you know. If there's anything I can do to thank you..?" His eyes must have been easy to read, because the rabbit just melted into a wide grin. "As a matter of fact there is..." Leonardo barely had time to raise an eyeridge and prepare his follow-up question before Usagi had leaned over him, both paws on his chest and pressed his white-furred muzzle against the turtle's beak in a deep kiss. All he could muster was a surprised little muffled sound in the midst of his enjoyment at the fluffy fur that tickled his face. His mouth was pried open with laughable ease and he soon found himself tongue-battling the bunny. Usagi felt strong green arms grab around him and Leonardo reclined fully onto the ground, allowing him to climb up over the turtle. He ended up on all fours straddling Leonardo's waist with both paws planted solidly on the shoulders of his scaly friend. Their tongue entwined in their own passionate play, and since the reptile's hands could not seem to find anything pleasant to touch around Usagi's clothed back, they soon slipped down into the back of his black pants, groping and squeezing his rump as both their heartbeats sped up. The thick fingers seemed especially keen on flicking and playing with the stubby little fluff of a bunnytail that they found down there, normally hidden away in public. The sensation of fur fascinated Leonardo and he ran his hand over it, the other one loosening Usagi's shirt enough to sneak inside and feel his chest. Such ticklish furriness attracted him quite a bit, and Usagi was no different. His paws ran curiously down from the shoulders and felt all around the armor, from the plastron on the front to the shell on the back and the hardened plates in between that made only the turtle's arms, legs and head vulnerable to the outside. The skin was the most curious of all. From a distance it looked rough and glossy, but it felt so smooth to the touch that Usagi had to stroke his paws repeatedly over Leonardo's arms and thighs to convince himself of the sensation. Leonardo slipped his hand around from the rabbit's rump to his front, boldly groping his balls and making the boy wince lightly. He could already feel the full-grown erection down there, leaking onto his wrist as he rubbed all around down there. Usagi broke the kiss as he sat up a little more and reached down to untie his belt; Leonardo's other hand followed the gesture on himself. With the belt gone, the bunny's black pants slid down to his knees easily and the blue shirt open up the front and fell loose around his sides. Leonardo lifted his head to get the first glance of the pure white bunnybits he was caressing. He was surprised at the sheer pinkness of the shaft that lay across his wrist, bouncing eagerly for attention. Usagi sat up fully, now kneeling across the turtle's lower belly and he lifted his arms in the air to peel off his last remaining piece of clothes, tossing the blue garment to the side. The wind rushed through his fur, making it flutter and wave gracefully while Leonardo's green fingers tirelessly groped and fondled his balls. Leonardo's own belt loosened up and the sword sheaths fell to the ground, staying put when he suddenly threw his weight and rolled the two of them over to trade positions. The turtle ended up on top and the bunny on the bottom with both legs still hooked around Leonardo's waist. They both grinned mischievously at each other and the turtle pulled back only to remove the black pants around Usagi's ankles and toss them over in the steadily building pile to the side. He placed himself down on top of his white-furred companion and started nibbling through his fuzzy chestfur while his hands rubbed lower around the strongly muscled thighs, spreading them out and letting the brisk wind rush to the rabbit's nether regions to make him shiver. "Mmm.. I think I know just how to thank you.." Leonardo winked up at the samurai with the wide eyes watching him and then went down on him fully, sliding every last inch of eagerly pumping bunnydick into his mouth. Usagi moaned out and let his head fall back, both paws scratching and digging into the stone surface next to him, but he only got a bit of gravel and moss collected. The wet, hot beak that the turtle suckled him off in was just as breathtaking as the rest of the scenery around him. This had definitely started out as the best Battle Nexus tournament he ever attended. Traximus and Raphael could barely walk from the enormous meal they had scarfed down. They had been sort of wandering around aimlessly for hours already, trying to walk off the feast while at the same time get a chance to see all the exotic dueling weapons and trophies and statues on display all over the island. A verifiable plethora of art, culture and ancient history. After a while, they ended up in a quiet park somewhere, passed out on a grassy hill and snoring their way into oblivion. Their bodies knew best how to combat excessive exercise and excessive eating all in one day. People walked past and almost began thinking they were part of a display or something, because they just slept through every noise and commotion around them even when visitors started using the park. By the time they woke up again, the two moons were beaming down over them and crickets were the predominant source of noise. "Damn.." Raphael held his head. "Where'd the day go?" He slapped the large dino's side a few times. "Hey, wake up." It took several annoyed rolls, grunts and finally a rough tug at his horns before the big creature opened his eyes to the world and looked around. "Where is everybody?" "I think they went to bed. It's night." Raphael pointed out the obvious to the groggy saurian. "Ohh.. right. Hey, how about a bath?" "What?" The turtle blinked, "In the middle of the night?" "Yeah sure," the Triceraton grinned toothily, "No one around at this hour. Come on, I know a great place." He dragged his green companion through the quiet streets and they ended up in front of a large building with incomprehensible symbols on the front and an unreadable sign over the door. Traximus just sort of barged inside and Raphael briefly wondered if no one locked their doors in this place? The sign on the outside must have read 'Steam Bath', because that was pretty much what this place was. The place was one massive hall; very large and done in a classic Japanese design with wooden pillars every 20 feet supporting the roof around the center and weird samurai-esque statues holding it up along the walls. The back of the hall had two doors leading to the shower area and smaller stalls were spread out along the western wall, presumably for changing clothes in. They offered minimal privacy by virtue of two rice paper walls with decorations painted on the front, which overlapped in the middle so you had to go through a small labyrinth to get into the space behind. The walls did not reach all the way to the ceiling and a big guy like Traximus could easily look over the top. Fortunately the ceiling was tall. The pool water was kept very warm and steam floated visibly off the surface, creating a foggy haze in the entire room that rose up towards the rectangular hole in the ceiling that had a simple elevated roof on top. That way it created a sort of lid to keep most rain from pouring inside, yet it was open enough to let out all the humid mist. The water itself was shallow, however, about thigh-deep for a turtle. The public steam bath was intended for people to sit and relax in; of course people like Raphael would have just the top of their chest sticking out of the water when sitting, and Traximus would only be submerged to his lower belly. They each undressed and put their belongings on one of the long oaken tables along the side of the wall especially for that purpose. Raphael was the first one to finish, for obvious reasons. All he was ever wearing were his belt, elbow pads, knee pads leather wrist straps. Plus his bandanna of course. He did not like taking that off, that was the only thing that could make him feel naked, but on the table it went. Traximus took a while longer to get all his armor off. The horned shoulder pads, the armband and scaled armor connecting that to the shoulder, his large boots with an open front for his claws to poke out and of course the rough shorts wrapped tightly around his nether regions, which held him decent in public. They had a large hole in the back for his tail and thigh pads connected to them for extra protection. Underneath that was the broad belt that went all the way around his chest and back in order to steady the armor over his left arm. His weapon arm had to be well-protected, after all. His broadaxe sat in the back of this belt when not in use and he could finally turn around and face Raphael, looking just as naked. Like all scalies, Traximus looked somewhat glossy at a distance, but up close it was evident that his entire skin was made of smaller scales that locked perfectly into each other and created a smooth protective cover. These guys were built to withstand quite some punishment. Yet a lot of scars, cuts and bruises were visible on his body. He had been through quite a lot as a warrior on the Triceraton gladiator world. Traximus stood up proudly and smirked down at the smaller turtle, both of them taking a few moments to get used to this place and each other. "You're quite a stud, Trax." Raphael's face broke into a grin and he obviously referred to the large equipment of his saurian friend. He would deem him about the size of a grown stallion, but it was difficult to determine because Traximus' genitals were a reptilian hybrid, it seemed. His sheath was on the outside and visible, but still encased in scales, and his scrotum was partly inside his body, yet clearly visible. The large dino chuckled bassily at the curious expression on Raphael's face as he was looked over. "I think you're a bit too small for that, my friend." He did have a point. The saurian creature was almost twice his size. "Heheh, yeah we'll see." Raphael smirked back and stepped into the pool; the steam rose off the surface and enveloped his body in a ghostly fog. "Oooh. This *is* pretty good." Raphael had to confess as his friend joined him and made the pool overflow from his massive size. The drains around the pool slurped noisily to get rid of the excess water. "Indeed, my friend. They put medical salts in the hot water to cleanse your body. It is very rejuvenating." They both found a comfortable position with their backs against the edge of the pool where they could rest, and the Triceraton put his large arm around Raphael's back to hold him next to himself. Their eyes closed after a while of relaxation and it felt like the first time they had actually closed them every since they came here. It had all been so hectic since day one. The two started drifting off, letting the salty vapors tickle their noses and clean their minds and bodies. It took almost ten minutes of silence before Raphael rolled over and put his chest against his friend's side, hugging him closer. Both his legs wrapped around the Triceraton's one leg underwater and his arms held around Traximus' back and front, one hand just 'accidentally' resting on the top part of the saur's sheath that just barely poked out of the water. "Mmmm.." Traximus rumbled deeply and looked down at his friend, inadvertently having to lick his beak at the sight. The turtle might be small, but he certainly looked like an agile reptilian. Their motions were slow and drowsy and matched the atmosphere of utter relaxation in here perfectly as the Triceraton's sheath started to harden and Raphael's three fingers gripped it a little tighter. None of them dared to say anything, it was as if they were constantly just teasing each other to see how far the other would go and since no one gave up, it eventually grew way beyond something that one of them could just draw away from and declare a joke. There was no turning back now and they both knew it, even if none of them would admit to it. The ebony black flesh of the Triceraton had begun to push free of its the dull orange confines, worming its way up his belly while Raphael's hand kneaded lower at the scaly sheath just at the surface of the water. There was a certain kind of relief for the Triceraton to just let himself stiffen up slowly; the damp hotness of the steaming room teasing and tickling the bared flesh as it grew larger. Raphael's hand was almost innocent in its assistance, merely scritching lightly at the sheath just below anywhere sensitive as if it had nothing to do with the saurian's rising erection. He knew his green friend was too small to give him any real pleasure from a mating, so that was definitely not what Raphael was interested in. Lonely warriors would help each other out with relief of these urges once in a while, but Traximus expected nothing from his friend other than his company. The large dino took matters into his own hands quite literally, with slow pumping motions of his fist over his black shaft. He was not embarrassed, quite the contrary he found it exciting to have his friend watch. Raphael was not about to be deterred by such details as size, however. He rolled over in the water and straddled the Triceraton's hips, his legs closing around behind the dino's broad waist. Traximus was surprised at the sudden advances and let go of himself to watch this new development, his hand sinking down in the water again. "A warrior's affection?" He smirked and tilted his head, his bright eyes narrowing a little. "You betcha, dinoboy." Raphael smirked and grabbed the horse-sized black cock in front of him with both hands, starting to rub up and down near the crown. This clearly had an effect on his friend and the Triceraton leaned back against the edge of the pool with a pleased sigh, spreading out his arms and legs in complete acceptance. He watched with amazement at the dedication of the turtle as Raphael rubbed himself against the dino's entire front; both with his hands along the sensitive shaft, but also with his hips as he humped lightly against the scaly balls below the water. Raphael rubbed and stroked the Triceraton, continuously grinding his groinshell against the large orbs bulging out below the water while his six fingers worked curiously up and down the dark-fleshed shaft, admiring the texture and the sensitivity that Traximus showed by his little whimpering grunts. He would never have thought Triceratons who were so rough and armored could even feel this kind of pleasure. With his curiosity grew a desire to please his large friend and sometime during all the stroking, Raphael bowed his head down and slipped the tip of the large fleshy pole between his lips. Traximus gasped and tensed up hard at the sudden overwhelming jolt of pleasure and the rumbling noise that emitted somewhere deep in his throat made vibrating waves in the surrounding water as the turtle began to suck on his broad cocktip. Deciding to return some of the enjoyment, his large scaly hands reached down behind Raphael and grabbed his rear firmly to knead it like cookie dough between his fingers. He was definitely not used to this kind of treatment, and not oddly so. It was not exactly something you could picture female Triceratons doing without impaling their mates with their horns. "C-Careful..." Was all he could think of saying, the exhilarating feelings burning in his loins were way beyond his control already. Getting a lonely Triceraton warrior off was not exactly a difficult feat, and Raphael soon had him grunting and whimpering loud enough to make the tiled floor shake beneath them. The turtle pushed himself harder against the pleasure-addled dino, growling in return, if a bit muffled around the flared crown of the dinodick that was currently spreading his jaw out enough to make it ache by now. The harsh kneads against Raphael's muscled rump not only felt good, they were also a very good indication of just how far into lustful madness he had managed to drive his dino friend by this point. In this way he was prepared for the next moment when Traximus tossed his head back and let out a saurian honk to properly accompany the release of torrents of thick Triceratonseed. It had been hard to determine the size of his partly hidden balls, but he certainly did not disappoint. Raphael had to pull his head away after the first burst that just forced itself down his throat and made him gag hard, flooding his entire mouth and chin in a split second. Subsequently he left his dino friend to cum all over himself in a sheer deluge of white milk all the while he kept jerking him off rapidly with both hands, wanting to prolong the climax for as long as possible. Traximus splattered his entire belly and chest in a layer of goo, the most powerful load landing under his chin and coating his throat. Each release was accompanied by a loud chuff that made the floor rumble. The first five explosions were the strongest, after that it all just poured out without much force, blending into the water and coloring it around the two of them. The dino sat grunting and twitching, his eyes glazed over even as Raphael bent down again and sucked up a few mouthfuls of the thick fluids oozing from the Triceraton's massive member, now that the flow was a bit more controllable. "I think we just added to the salt-contents here." Traximus was the first to break the silence after he could breathe somewhat normally again. "Damn, you guys don't do anything small, do ya?" Raphael smirked and looked around in the water. "Speaking of which. Let's see you." The words made Raphael blink for a second and his first instinct was to retaliate with obscenities against being called small, but... looking over the Triceraton, there really did not seem much point in even starting that argument. So he just stood up in the thigh-deep water, showing off his full green erection that he had gotten by humping himself against the balls of the dino all through the show. "Mrr... not bad." The Triceraton licked his beak and lifted a finger to trace it from the turtle's balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. A sort of awkward moment arose. None of them really knew what to do next, or so it seemed. Raphael was clueless, but when Traximus suddenly got up to roll around in the pool, he suspected that the dino had been plotting this all along. Waves splashed over the edge of the pool and onto the floor on the other side as the large mass moved around. Traximus settled kneeling on the bottom of the pool and on all fours with his hands and elbows on the tiled floor of the room, just out of the pool on the edge. He lifted his tail up high and offered himself to his friend, the slit of his tailhole visible just above the surface of the low water. "A warrior's affection?" Raphael half-snickered behind him, already eagerly getting into position. There was no way he was going to pass up an opportunity to share such a moment of intimacy with one of these majestic creatures. "A warrior's respect." The Triceraton smiled back at him. Raphael grabbed the raised tail without a further word and pushed himself into the scaly's tailhole as deep as he could go, groaning at the warmth in there. Even the mighty Triceraton had to hang his jaw and pant at the arousing sensation of being taken by his smaller friend. This was a lot more enjoyable than he was used to with other Triceratons. They had to control themselves greatly in order for it to feel good, but this turtle had to go at full speed to make it feel good. Traximus took every opportunity to look behind him and watch how Raphael hugged his tail firmly with both arms and leaned his head on the side of it, gritting his teeth as he hammered the dino's tailhole lustfully. The rough smacks of his balls against the water surface and the underside of the saurian's tail just aroused him even further. He could just pound as hard, fast and deep as he wanted and the dino would only love it more. The ramming thrusts also helped keep Traximus' shaft hard even in the hot water and he felt the same kind of numb tingling in his groin that he had felt while oozing the last ounces of his semen into the water. For all he knew he was doing that right now as well. Raphael knew his friend would let him do this for as long as he needed and he had more then an inkling to hump the dino's ass all night, yet the very act of dominating such an enormously mighty creature aroused him so greatly that he was already faltering in his steady rhythm and found himself having to slow down and think of something else because he was already on the edge. Damn that big, sexy beast. Traximus reached down underneath him in the water and started stroking his stiff dinohood again in time with his tight squeezes around the turtlecock rapidly plunging through his rear. "I gotta say when I saw you at the Battle Nexus I was thinking about kicking your ass, not fucking it." Raphael grunted out behind him, still trying to think of something non-exciting to cool himself off. The Triceraton rumbled a loud laughter. "Treasure the moment, my friend! You will only ever get to fuck it." A gleam in his eyes showed that he was still a warrior at heart and even this intimacy would change nothing of their conduct on the battlefield. The naked saurian's knees rubbed against the bottom of the pool and the fingerclaws on his right hand scraped the floor while his left was busy gripping and teasing his own erection underwater. He rumbled his pleasure in a deep tone that was enough to drive Raphael crazy behind him. The tightness around his cock, the vibrations that were sent through it, the wet splashes all around him, it was all just too much for the turtle and he finally let loose with a groan of pleasure. Traximus felt his green friend jerk hard inside him, the warm fluids spilling into his bowels and were somehow clearly felt even though there was hot water all around him as well. He wanted to say something, but just ended up biting his tongue. The dino was at his senses enough to realize that there was no need for any extra emotions added to the scene. Raphael was quite happy already and he spent several minutes more grunting, gasping and grinding himself against the Triceraton's rear while clutching his bulky tail. He squeezed every last drop out of himself, clenching his rumpmuscles repeatedly just to make sure he had drained his balls to the bottom in that wonderfully orange rear. Traximus waited patiently for his newfound turtlelover to finish up and he moved his left hand back onto the floor of the room next to the other one, resting on his elbows while he waited. The stimulation of Raphael thrusting was over now and he started to shrink back into his sheath again. Only reluctantly did the turtle pull out of the giant lizard-like tail and he did a sort of half-coordinated collapse down against the edge of the pool again, panting with the physical effort he had just exerted. "Damn, that was good. You freaky dinos are alright." He sat down and let his turtlebits slowly shrink and retreat up under his shell again in the warm water. The Triceraton chuckled warmly and turned around himself to settle back against his friend as they had done when they first stepped into the pool. His arm held the turtle and he looked down over his still white-stained chest. "I believe a shower is in order." He observed, but let the other catch his breath first. "Yeah, I think we've used up all the clean water in here already. Let's beat it." They both got out of the pool and went to the showers, soaping each other down and taking advantage of the moment to rub and touch each other everywhere all over again. Although, they were both thoroughly spent so it did not serve much of a purpose except to satisfy their curiosity about saurian and reptile anatomy. Traximus traced a finger around the turtle's tiny tail and smiled with a mocking expression on his face. "Hey, don't knock it. It's not exactly for tearing down trees with, y'know." The dino laughed and gave an audible *whip* of his own semi-prehensile tail. "Saved my life several times." He remarked. Traximus looked over Raphael for a bit and then kneeled down on all fours in front of him. The turtle was a bit shocked at first to find the large Triceraton rubbing his beak against his head while making a rumbling sound, but after realizing that it was an affectionate gesture, Raphael could guess that these creatures were not built very well for kissing, so this was probably their equivalent. He returned the gesture the best he could and Traximus seemed pleased. After rinsing off they finished up, dried off with the supplied towels - the dino naturally requiring a dozen of them to wipe down entirely ? and they then went to put their clothes back on. Somehow Raphael looked clothed with just his warrior gear on, but after this whole ordeal Traximus did not see him as quite as clothed as he had looked before. The door creaked its farewells as they exited the public steam bath and made their way through the empty streets back towards the living quarters. At the crossroads where their paths would part, they both stopped and stood for a moment. Traximus could practically feel how they both felt like just turning around and going back to the steam bath. This was not a night that either of them wanted to end. One of them would have to take the initiative, however. "Would you like to stay at my place for the night? It's closer." Traximus looked down at his green companion. They both knew that was a blatantly lie, but Raphael went along without even blinking. "Yeah, sure. My brothers are pro'lly all asleep, they'll just get mad if make any noise on my way to bed." Both of the shadowy figures took the left road and the dino led them past several complexes before they finally reached the building he had been placed in. Neither of them spoke, as if they were both somewhat embarrassed by having had to lie to each other. Not to mention that neither one knew if this was actually a good idea. Raphael had barely left his brothers' side ever since they came here, but at least he tried to comfort himself with the thought that Traximus was one of the good guys. He would be in good hands no matter what happened. The saurian locked them into his room and he lit one of the torches on the walls with a small candle just inside the door for exactly that purpose. The flames sputtered at first, spewing oil that spilled to the ground, but burned itself into nothingness halfway down. Eventually it settled and gave a warm, flickering glow to the small apartment. Traximus had pushed two sleeping mats together to have a place big enough for him to sleep at the end of the main room, but there was still space enough for both of them on those. The windowless holes in the wall with the open wooden shutters let in the bright moonlight from outside, illuminating intervals of the floor and half the mats. The saurian started undressing himself again, just throwing his armor and weapons in the corner and Raphael followed his example. None of them were quite sure how much undressing was needed for tonight. It was sort of a way to gauge the intentions of the other, but since they were both watching each other closely while also following each other closely, they both ended up fully naked once more. Except for Raphael's red headband. That stayed on this time. They were both a bit shy for some reason. It was as if their games in the public bath had been just for fun, but things were suddenly a bit more serious now that they were both spending the night at Traximus' place. The heat outside made it unnecessary for any sort of blanket, so they just lay down and the Triceraton scooped up the turtle to hug him tightly against his broad chest. For a while they dared not move a muscle, both breathing slowly and just hugging each other in place. Again, Traximus was the one to take the first initiative. His tongue came out and he licked over Raphael's lips and face, finally making him grin at the wet slurp. "Ya know, for a big, burly Triceraton warrior you're pretty affectionate." Traximus grinned wide, the red scar over his left eye shining with the same dull color as Raphael's bandanna in the moonlight. "There is balance in all things, my friend." He rubbed a hand down the back of the turtle's shell, for a minute forgetting that the other could not really feel that, only hear it. "Sooo... the beefier on the battlefield, the wilder in the sack?" Raphael suggested. "Basically." The dino smirked. "Mmm.. I can't wait." The turtle reached down between them and boldly stroked across the saurian's sheath. "Hrrrrm... again?" "Why not? The night is young." Raphael gave a mischievous grin. He knew he might never get the chance to be intimate with a Triceraton again. They were not exactly known for their soft side, after all. Traximus stroked slowly down Raphael's shell and ended up kneading his rump, this time adding a bit of teasing to his tail while the turtle reciprocated the motions. Green hands fondled the dino's sheath until he started to grow hard and free of its confines. The long, black flesh expanded once again and stood proudly in contrast to the orange scaly hide that framed it. Already it was throbbing with need and Raphael's fingers were all over it, fueling the fantasies of them both. "Get on all fours for me." Traximus' voice was deep even when he whispered. Raphael got up on his hands and knees on the mat, and the dino was quick to mount him from behind in the same position. Due to his larger size, however, the great orange trunks of the Triceraton's arms and thighs kept the turtle caged in underneath him as he put his giant dinocock down on Raphael's back and started to thrust like an animal. "Gonna shellfuck me, big boy?" The turtle grinned wickedly at the idea. "Mrrr.. you bet." Traximus pushed down hard to trap his long shaft between his own scaled belly and Raphael's shell, and his humping motions rocked the smaller form beneath him roughly. Raphael had to strain hard to keep himself pushed upwards against the weight of the saurian and he was glad he had taken off his elbow pads, because the leather straps might not have been able to cope with his bulging muscles at this point. He had to summon every ounce of strength in them to withstand the powerful thrusts from behind and to keep from getting flattened against the floor. These Triceratons made love with the same vitality as when they fought, that much was clear now. This was about as raw and unbridled as sex could get, in Raphael's book. The thought aroused him immensely and he could feel himself tighten against the bottom of his plastron to the point of pain just before he dropped free into the cold air. Traximus' breaths had turned to heated grunts by the time he found a good rhythm; the thick musk of male Triceraton was spreading in the room and he did all he could to get as much friction out of his friend's shell as possible, pounding down hard on top of it to please himself. Raphael knew his muscles were going to be sore from straining this hard for this long, it was like holding up a mountain of rocks that just kept falling on his back, and he also knew it was going to get very, very wet around his neck when the dino finished, but damn it felt good. Judging by the way the dino's claws were clutching and scraping the wooden floor beside the mats, he was not the only one feeling that way either. "What about.. me?" Raphael groaned while being humped hard and pushed repeatedly towards the ground with every ramming motion from above as the Triceraton slipped the large saurian shaft through the natural ridges in his shell. "No worries, friend. You'll get.. *NNNH!* ..your 'cera tail in due time." Traximus squeezed Raphael's body between his legs, loving the way the turtle trembled and sweated from the effort of holding up the mass of dino beating down over the shell of his companion. He had discovered that the bottom edge of Raphael's shell was perfect for rubbing his balls against at the very apex of his thrust, so the turtle continuously felt the large, scaly orbs stroke across his rump just before the Triceraton grunted with lust and lifted the shell up a bit, as if trying to fit his balls underneath it. His words had conjured up that delirious desire in Raphael's mind again; the idea of getting yet another chance to bury himself to his balls in that hot Triceraton's ass made Raphael push up even harder to please his friend. "Get ready..!" Traximus growled and quickly slipped a hand down underneath him to the turtle's chest so he could pull him close and squeeze his lover tightly against his tingling dinocock. He was not sure that even Raphael could withstand the last sprint towards the finish line here, so the massive Triceraton helped pin him in place as his thrusts grew to frantic, wild jabs of pure animal instinct that lifted Raphael's hands off the floor as the saurian arched back and lashed his tail behind him. Their muted gasps of passion echoing out the open window and into the stillness of the night were replaced by a louder, primal sound. It drowned away quickly in the fog, however, and turned to pure gibberish amongst the crickets and the many walls and buildings that bounced the noise back. All the rest of the warriors were exhausted and anxious about the next big battle tomorrow. Traximus and Raphael were the only nightlife of the Nexus.