Pairing: RDR Genre: Fluff/Drama Happy END?!: Yes WTF?!: Because I can.
For: My Hubby, you still know who you are.
It took some talking, some prodding and coxing but he did it. He convinced Donatello to tell everyone else about his cutting. They all sat down and quietly listened to him while he fidgeted with the cuff of his new hoodie that Raph had to replace. He kept taking glanced over at Raph who stood across the room. The emerald turtle would only nod in encouragment and Don would continue to talk.
He told them about how he felt like a freak for being attracted to someone of the same sex. How by all logical mean it was a disgusting act, procration was just for that making a next generation. If he could not provide one then he was out of norm, he was nothing more than an over zealous shrew that would have sex until the end of its life span. He didn't tell them that it was Raph's words that had pushed him to cutting. They didn't need to know that.
It was Mikey who took time to involve Donnie with music, discover how it could fill your soul with color and the need to dance. It was Leo who would follow after him if he went to bed early and would pull him off to train more or meditate. Master Splinter would feed him just a little extra trying to get him back to his normal size but Don kept only eating small portions until he was a slender turtle, not sickly, just slim and lean. When probed he would smile and say, "I just like the size." What he didn't say was that he liked Raph being much bigger than him. He loved feeling those strong arms hold him up to do high place maitenance or just a friendly hug. For some reason it made him feel... special.
He kept wearing clothing but graduated to wearing just pants and gloves. He didn't show his legs to anyone. Except for one night. He was laying with Raphael in a field by Casey's family farm house. They were enjoying the weather that was just turning to a colder season. Donnie was sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest. He stared up at the sky and the fast moving clouds, over his ears a pair of headphones that he custome painted to look like a night sky over a big oak tree. In the tree was a little window that had gears that clicked in time to whatever music he was listening too. Next to him, just above Raph's head was a probable CD player, it was clear showing the CD spinning inside.
It was nice, just the two of them right there and then. No one could exsist in the world.
Raph then rolled onto his side, propped himself up onto an elbow and reached up, he grabbed Donnie's headphones and held them up to his ear.
"Caravan Palace again?"
"I like them." Don blushed a little. He enjoyed their unique remixes, their signing and the way it sounded like it was straight out of the 1920's or a Steam Punk world.
Raph dropped the headphones to the ground and glided his
fingers under Donnie's chin. He smirked as the mechanic shivered visably.
"Cold?"
"No."
"You sure?"
Don looked at him with a curious gaze, "Yes. Why?"
"Oh, I don't know." Raph ran his fingers down Donnie's throat earing another shiver, goose bumps swelling down shoulders and arms.
"Raph, stop." Donnie's cheeks turned a deep red color. He tried to move away from his brother only to be grabbed.
"Ain't stoppin' for nothin'." Raph rested Donnie on his broad chest.
He then kissed him. Drawing his tongue along soft lips that quivered and quickly gave into his administrations. He slipped his tongue inside Donatello's mouth tasting the coffee and fruit snack he had earlier. It oddly complimented his normal flavor. So he kept kissing, encouraging the other to play in a tongue war.
Donnie's hands stroked his shoulders and arms. It was a good sign, up until now when Raph tried to kiss he would only get a little bit of sugar. With this as encouragement he decided to test his boundries and slip his hand into Donnie's pants. He slowly fingered the hem first around the belt front. He gingerly unbuckled the belt before taking care of the pesky button and zipper of the jeans the olive turtle was wearing. He made sure to leave enough time for Donnie to refuse his advances.
When he got far enough he couldn't resist, he just pushed Donnie on his back and ripped the pants off. He looked at the scared thighs, only a few but they were big. He gently stroked them, gliding fingers and palm over as if he could erase them. They stared back, a grim reminder that he alone was the only person in the world that could make Donatello snap.
Donnie made an uncomfortable sound and started to move. He was trying to put his pants back on in a flash but Raph stopped him. The emerald turtle leaned down and kissed each scar earning new shivers and shudders from the one underneath him. He smiled and decided to please his Donnie all afternoon and possibly through the night.
End!