Package

chapter 1

The nights were growing lonelier with each passing day. Training could only supply a certain amount of control on the senses that begged and yearned for flesh warm and strong to be pressed against taunt muscles. How long has it been since eyes had drank the built and flexible body of his perfection? How many days had passed turning into weeks? Why was it that he preferred that lowly mate he had chosen for himself? Couldn't he see the flaw in his choice?

A five fingered hand slid across the monitor that played surveillance tapes from long ago, accessing eyes glowered with hate at the interactions of the four turtles that pushed through their enemies, minds focused and sharp. Why couldn't he see? These hands were just as good as his, just as skilled, these legs were thinner, more flexible and taunt; lips softer and skin more perfect. Why couldn't Donatello see this?! The once caressing hand fisted and struck against the close up of Leonardo's face with a silent vow to get what was not the turtle's to claim.

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Donatello was having fun, Leonardo was testing his limitations of how far it took someone to push in order to get Donatello to stop working. Normally he would have stopped with in only a few minutes but his love was just so funny with a usually uncharacteristic pout on his lips. He had tried to ask nicely, demanded, then ordered for attention, when that didn't work he tried massaging shoulders, neck and head. When that was ignored he went to tickling trying to force anything out of the one who was engrossed in his information gathering. Tickling was abandoned when giggles were swallowed down, Leonardo had tired twirling the seat around but the brown-green turtle kept his place, the chair had been removed and now Donatello was on his knees, arms folded on the desk, eyes pretending to read when in fact he was having a little mental party at how good he was doing and congratulating himself for being able to have such an impact of the turtle that held his heart. A hand suddenly slid down his thigh when a mouth clamped down on his shoulder, he couldn't help closing his eyes and shuddering at the sensation.

"Finally got your attention," Leonardo's voice was husky in a whisper.

"Tha-that's cheating Leo," Donatello panted, god he wanted more attention than that and his brother knew full well. The only reason why it had such an impact on him was that he rarely got to be touched like that, Leonardo had decided to take their relationship slow even though their brothers were in full swing with theirs. Their leader wasn't interested in sex, he wanted love, pure raw love. To supply that Donatello had to stop himself from begging to be touched in the ways that Mikey bragged about his own lover giving him when it was just Donatello and the orange ninja to have private conversations. Michelangelo never really said anything in detail, in fact he never said anything until Donatello would ask out of sheer virgin curiosity. His little brother would tell him what he wanted to know, not minding the questions knowing it was just in his sibling's nature. He had eventually stopped asking finding it more frustrating if he found out anything else that would be other wise useful techniques to use on Leonardo.

Strong arms left their other wise loving positions in favor to wrap around his torso lovingly and pulling shell against plastron, blue bandana tails rested against brown-green and forest green shoulders, mingling with purple fabric. Leonardo gave a long contented exhale, nuzzling into his understanding brother. How he loved him, there wasn't a measure. There was no way he could hold out his arms and say, "I love you this much". There was no way that he could simply just give himself up, let their bodies mingle in a way that only lovers could with out fully basking in their relationship before hand. To be honest he felt a small sadness for Raphael and Michelangelo who rushed into their relationship, but that sadness was easily forgotten whenever he saw them together. He could tell by how they bantered and played that it didn't matter to them, they were perfectly happy and that was what mattered. But he also knew that Donatello held an envy with in his walls of his heart when he watched his brothers. Whenever they shared a quick kiss when Splinter was away or meditating always stung at him. He knew they would share something so much more intimate and beautiful whenever they were told to go on patrol, or when they managed to sneak out. The blue clad turtle honestly wanted to dive into that world of bliss of warmth and serenity, to drown in everything that was Donatello, but he was a patient creature by nature. Rushing... he never wanted to rush, not when he wanted to savor every moment like right at that moment. The sent of his turtle filling his lungs, the warmth of skin, plastron and carapace, the sound of breathing... he was savoring it, all of it was delicious with the subtle sweetness that promised a life with a faithful companion.

"I love you," he breathed.

Soft lips pressed against his temple, "I love you too, but I wish you wouldn't cheat like that when it was your idea to time me and my 'discipline'."

"Sorry, I panicked," he lied. In all truth he just wanted to get a touch in, one that was bitter and sweet all the same.

There was a crashing sound outside the closed lab door, followed by an aggravated shout. Both sighed and pulled apart, getting to their feet to see what was wrong this time. Upon opening the door they found Michelangelo streaking by, the end of a roll of toilet paper in a grip over his head the white fluffy paper flying from the quickly unraveling roll that trailed behind him and caught on nearly everything. Raphael gave a guttural growl, hand running down his face, he was tired and it showed.

"Donnie, I thought you said the medicine would make him sleep not tear the place apart," he grunted positioning himself just right to play some sort of waiting game.

"I don't understand, the cold medicine should have made him lethargic," the brown-green turtle's brows creased in thought. "I suppose his typically hyper metabolism could have had a type of chemical reaction giving him an extra boost of energy before actually working into what it was specifically designed for."

Red mask tails jerked and swirled when Raphael grabbed a green and orange blur. Michelangelo's feet swung out from under him when the strong arm of his lover carefully wrapped around his chest, his hand grabbing shell slowly the velocity that the ill turtle had proclaimed to be mach speed only minutes before he got his hands on the toilet paper. Before his feet had the chance to come back to earth the arm around his chest quickly adjusted, slipping under his knees hefting the teen into a bridal hold. Usually some sort of joke would have been made but now that he had stopped moving he was actually tired. With a long yawn he stretched his arms over Raphael's shoulders before slumping down complaining he wasn't tired, but soon as his eyes closed he was asleep.

"Next time we give him a dose, he's so gettin' tied to a chair," Raphael was quiet wary of waking his finally slumbering lover, moving swiftly to the boy's room.

Donatello chuckled as Leonardo quickly followed to open the closed door to the room desired. The purple banded ninja watched his brothers, mostly Raphael. It had been nearly half a year since the events that nearly took him away from their lives. His scars were not many, a few pock marks where wires had dug into head and arms was the extent of the external damage. Inside was a different story, the red loving brother had stopped having nightmares all together yet he still was apprehensive to sleep. He patrolled the lair, checking into rooms when everything grew quiet to make sure that all of his family was safe and enjoying their dreams. Once he had found Donatello in a fitful sleep and woke him, being tender and soothing not wishing for anyone to every risk having nightmares like he had to endure. Another time he had found Leonardo laying still on his bed and staring out into space, he had sat with his brother being used as a sound bored and offering what advice he could muster. He wasn't good at giving advice, but he wanted to help where he could. The subtle gentleness was offered to everyone, but only when one on one and late at night where even crickets slumbered. During the day he was his usual hot tempered self that poked fun and punched practice dummies with as much force as his limbs could provide. If it wasn't for the incident of the nightmares, Donatello would have assumed that it was all Michelangelo's doing that mellowed out their once overly violent brother. He knew better than to say that his orange clad brother had nothing to do with the development, it wasn't true even as a distasteful joke. Michelangelo had a lot to do with it, he was the main reason for the softness, it was the underline continual caution that was created from the neurological torture. He gave a sigh to himself, he briefly wondered if that part would ever go away and just leave Raph with the added benefit of being able to express tenderness.

His thoughts were cut off by the ring of his shell cell. Looking around he found it back at his desk. Padding over he picked it up, letting it flip open before pressing it to ear and mouth, "Hello?"

"Hey Donatello, the package you ordered just arrived," April's voice was cheery as normal.

"Package?"

"Yeah," she grew quiet. "You did order something online right?"

"No. Are you sure it's for me?"

"It's got your name on it," he could hear her adjust the phone between her shoulder and ear. "It's rather heavy too."

"April, don't touch it. We don't know what could be in that thing, just wait until we get there, okay?"

"O-okay," she started to sound worried as if what was inside could possibly start ticking away seconds to destination.

Donatello closed his phone, tucking it into his belt and hurrying out of his room, grabbing his bo next to the door frame. "Guys," he padded out into the front room. "Guys!"

"What is it Donnie?" Leo was leaning against the railing of upstairs, eyes curious and focused at the same time.

To Be Continued...