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His gaze was fixated on the circuit board as he carefully moved the wires with the tools in his hands. His focus was intent on the task in front of him, his hands deftly manipulating the tools in two different ways with small confidant movements. Despite this work, Don found his focus shifting to a certain brother of his. Not that this broke his concentration. Don had learned long ago how to multitask and do a number of things efficiently as if he was solely focused on one or the other. It helped with the number of projects he had to finish.

Donatello found that his mind often turned to Leonardo as he worked. Leo had an intense inferno inside that Don could barely comprehend. He liked to think that it was similar to the passion he felt when he worked… or was with Leo. After all, he did return the older turtle's feelings and one reason Don loved Leo was because of his inner passion. It wasn't exactly the inner workings of a machine, but Don had figured out what 'wires' needed to be put together to cause a spark long ago

In fact, Don liked to think of Leo as being similar to the candles his brother often used to meditate. The smallest ember could be fanned and with the right encouragement, turned into a brightly burning flame. It took a powerful gust of wind to blow the flame of Leo's stubborn candles out and even then they sometimes flared back to life again. The embers never died in Leo. Sure they dimmed, no one could live their day to day lives filled with such fire, Don mused, though he supposed if anyone could it was their Fearless Leader.

Their time together was always passionate, but this was not solely because of lust. Don knew it was more than that, it ran deeper somehow. Though they had never said the words to each other, Donnie knew it was because they loved each other in such a powerful way it was almost frightening.

Of course it didn't help that sometimes it would be days before they were able to find time to be alone together. If they didn't have time alone they tried to make do with the time they had. Sometimes they would spar together even if the others watched as a way to try to deal with their pent up feelings. Of course they had to make sure to avoid prolonged contact-if allow any- otherwise things might get out of hand no matter who was present. Then when they were finally alone like two candle flames being put together the fire would grow strong and bright.

After those encounters they would lay together, foreheads touching and talk about everything and anything. Don valued their quiet time together as much as he valued what preceded it. It was just as intimate as their physical interactions. Lying close together with their foreheads touching, Don would tell Leo quietly about some new project or some new problem he was tackling at the moment; all the while letting his fingers gently explore the grooves and nicks in Leo's plastron. Leo would listen intently and ask questions when he didn't understand something or as a way of trying to get him to look at a problem from a different angle and maybe find a solution. Leo's hands would gently hold his waist or run up and down his sides lightly, encouraging him to free his mind of his troubles. Of course Don encouraged Leo to do the same, listening to his brother's worries about failing to be a good leader or talk excitedly about some new move Master Splinter was teaching him.

The wires beneath Don's tools sparked. A spark landed gingerly on one of his fingers causing Don to feel a prick of searing pain. With a curse, Don quickly put his burned finger in his mouth attempting to dull the sting. Suddenly, Don stiffened, feeling as if he was being watched. He looked up from his work and glanced at the doorway. Sure enough, there stood Leo leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a soft smile on his lips.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you," Leo said softly. He eyes traveled to the work on Don's desk and then back to his brother's face. His eyes lingered on Don's sucking mouth. He licked his lips. A small quick movement but Don caught it. Removing his finger, Don felt himself begin to blush. Damn it Leo…

"Just thought I'd say hi…" Leo broke off, shifting in the doorway.

Don let his gaze flicker past Leo. He didn't see anyone nor did he hear anyone in the living room. Could they be that lucky? Don smiled playfully.

"Not a problem. Come in."

Leo grinned, quickly slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. Don felt his body tingle with warmth as Leo reached out, taking his hurt finger and gently kissing it. He didn't complain as Leo cupped his face in his hands, his gaze full of that smoldering passion that Donnie loved so much. He felt his own need begin to burn inside. As Leo leaned in to kiss him Don felt himself slip into the fire, his eyes slowly drifting closed ready for the blistering kiss.

Don let his tools slip from his hands. He may be the master of multitasking, but sometimes it was worth it to focus all his passion on one thing at a time…