Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT

Author: curlsandpearls

Title: Complete (Couldn't think of anything better, sorry.)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: OT4

Summary: A short OT4 sexy sex from one brother's POV, it's pretty obvious who.

A/N: My first OT4, deliberately vague because I really couldn't decide what Don and Mike should do. (R/L is my favourite, so that should give a little away here.)

Complete.

Breathing deeply, he relaxed into the embrace. A body behind him, another to his side, the last ahead of him as they caressed and soothed. He tipped his head back onto an emerald green shoulder, allowing the three to blend them into one, sucking him into their lives, their bodies and souls. He felt complete when they held him, alone when they didn't.

A sigh escaped him, content and comfortable.

Sucking in a breath, he churred as olive green hands rubbed and coaxed, his erection tumbling free. Sea green lips brushing gently over his own, he opened to let the warmth envelope him, tongues mingling.

Muscular hands groped his thighs, pulling his legs further apart and he whispered his longing around the mouth that heatedly claimed him. Pleading greedily for more, he didn't care as the playful chuckle flowed from his brother to pass his glistening lips. His own hands reached out to touch whoever chose to let him, he wasn't sure which one leaned forward but the warm skin sent shivers through his body. Someone twisted his mask, pointless since his eyes remained softly closed, the darkness unchanged. As he rolled his head to the side, a mouth closed over his neck, kissing, nipping. The desire eagerly marked by teeth against flesh, he whispered his brother's name.

A hand wrapped around his exposed member, slow, sensual strokes encouraging his arousal to its fullest. A finger played over his tail, nail scratching against the thumping appendage as it moved in excitement. Another finger circled his entrance teasingly before retreating, coming back again and again to play with his desire.

The bodies began to move, shifting and shuffling, he fell back with them, lying on top of a brother. The warmth of the familiar body left his hands, a groan of disapproval slid from his lips, cut off quickly as he found himself tipped and rolled to his side. The body behind him remained, spooning closely and possessively holding him tight. He could feel the hot flesh of his brother's arousal touching his thigh, his erection twitching in anticipation as he pushed back in silent need.

A wet warmth encased him, stealing his breath away in surprise and he reached out to grasp the thigh behind him, a strong grip took his wrist, guiding it, the back of his hand brushed heated flesh and he happily wrapped it around his brother's dick.

Panting breaths filled the room, his own deafening him, he gasped as a finger teased again, this time pushing inside with the gentleness of the love that soaked the air around them. He heard the quiet warning, felt the heat near his face and opened his mouth. A tongue played over the head of his cock and he arched into the warmth, hand tightening around his brother's stiffened flesh. The finger inside him twisted, stroking against his sensitive inner walls, he churred around the cock in his mouth causing a chain reaction of churrs to reverberate around them. A second finger joined the first, the mouth swallowing him further, his own doing the same. He shuddered as the fingers stretched him, the retreating causing him to groan, quickly turning into a moan of pleasure as he felt the head of his brother's dick push against his entrance.

Surrounded by them, encompassed by their essence and so completely devoted to their very being, he couldn't think of anything better. This moment couldn't last forever, but oh, how he wished it would.

Buried to the hilt, his brother moved, thrusts, at first, gentle suddenly becoming urgent. His own hips push with the momentum, engulfed by the warm mouth surrounding him. His head bobbed, eager to take as much as he could, willing to pass on the immense feeling of satisfaction already coursing through his body and soul. Churrs emanated from behind him, in front of him and above him. A sound so beautiful and powerful that his own signalled his release, heat left his body and flowed into the waiting mouth as he tensed with the climax. The heat returned, his brothers filling him and he took it all happily.

He slumped, exhausted.

The warmth never left, each brother settling in around him as hands slid his mask from his head. Looking about, he smiled with little effort, holding back sleep long enough to take them all in.

Even if he could find the ability to speak, he knew there was nothing that could be said, nothing that actions hadn't already spoken in abundance.

They completed him, made him whole and without them, he would be very lonely indeed.