** Author's Note**
Though I do love new people reading this, if you haven't read the first of this, do so now. I don't want to lose anyone. Also, do you honestly love my work? Or are y'all just being nice? I eat reviews for breakfast!
Jj: I know you are waiting for the feels of the death in a different point of view, but I had a lot of people on my ass about skimming over the mating season, so… yeah, smut. Lots and lots of smut.
baby-kitsune9: Thank you for the compliment. "Of course this will end well," she also says sarcastically.
Moonrisk: I know! And I'm sorry! I'm ripping your heart out twice! *sob* I don't even know why I do it…
But enough about that. On with the next chapter!
**Author's Note**
Come What May
Ch. 2
Raph woke up the next morning on the floor of his and Leo's room. He blinks slowly. Well, this is a first. He gets up, joints creaking from sleeping on a hard surface and looks at his mate/competition. He still can't believe he and the silver-eyed terrapin gave each other the "O.K." to pursue a second mate. Inside, he's torn. Did that mean he and Leo didn't love each other anymore? The golden-eyed terrapin shakes his head. No, they're just in mating season. They still love each other. But Donatello is the prize. The emerald-skinned turtle licks his lips at the thought of olive green thighs wrapping around his carapace. How those chocolate eyes would darken to almost burnt oak with lust…
He snaps out of those thoughts when a shriek reaches his ear slits. Eyes widening, he slams open the bedroom door, forgoing the stairs, and simply hops down. He scans the dimly lit living room, ignoring Leo's question from their room. A door slamming open catches his attention. Immediately, his position is on the defense. The lab door suddenly is full of an aqua and orange blur as his baby brother skids down the main hallway and lands unceremoniously in a comical heap. Raph blinks, before bursting out laughing.
"Glad you think it's funny, Raph. Because if he ever does that again, it will be even worse." Raph stops laughing and looks at his brainy brother/current object of obsession. His eyes narrow in concern. Donnie's holdin' hisself as if he's 'fraid a Mikey. Wat da shell did da nutball do?! Lips curling to a frown, he goes over to his sibling slowly. "Are ya okay, Don?" his gentle brother hugs himself, trembling slightly. A spark of anger awakens in his belly. No. His beautiful brother was not okay. And it was all Michelangelo's fault.
"I'm fine, Raphie." The Sai-wielder stiffens. Donatello only calls him that when he is seriously upset or afraid. Slowly, carefully, he grabs olive shoulders, slowly inspecting his brother's body. He does his damn best not to just simply take his delicious brother right there with everyone watching, but he doesn't see anything marring the soft skin, so he slowly, reluctantly releases his brother, but still stays in his immediate personal space.
"Wat did he do, Don?" The purple-banded terrapin bites his lip. Golden eyes immediately zero in on the small action. "I know he didn't mean to. It's mating season, after all." Raphael blinks. His brother is skirting around the subject. He inhales. Wait a minute. He takes his brother's shoulders in his hands again, leans down to his neck, and slowly, strongly takes the scent. He feels Don shudder against him, the smell of arousal pungent on his brother's skin. But he can smell his baby brother on his mate. Images of a sleeping Donatello being nearly raped by a hormonial Michelangelo fills his vision.
He growls, releasing the chocolate eyed terrapin. He rounds on Sea-green. A snarl easily escapes his lips. He's ready to rip Sea-green's head off. How dare he try to sneak-mate?! But before he could make it to the smaller turtle, Leaf-green stands in front of him in a challenging manner. They snarl and spit at each other for a minute, Raph explaining to Leaf-green what Sea-green did to Mate. Silver eyes widen, and turn to Sea-green.
"Michelangelo! Is it true?" blinking, Raphael realizes what just happened. He really was an animal, wasn't he? Sighing heavily, he sits beside Donatello on the couch, almost ignoring Leo berating Mikey, while Don defends them all, chalking it up to mating season. Sighing again, Raph lets his head fall into Donatello's lap. He silently basks in the aroma of attraction, feeling his brother stroke his head absentmindedly.
So, Donnie's 'ttracted ta me, huh? The emerald-skinned ninja smirks, which slowly molds to a neutral frown. But I don' wanna take 'im fer a prize anymore. Don's too special fer dat. Now I feel like a prick fer makin' dat deal wit' Leo. Absently, he pets an olive thigh. Nah, if Donnie wants ta, I'll let 'im cum ta me. Nodding at his decision, he gets comfortable on the couch. Yes, if Donatello wants to pursue a sexual encounter, he'll just let himself be available. Until then, he'll be perfectly content with just being in his presence… seeing him… smelling him… touching him… but nothing sexual. Gold eyes close. He prays he can last throughout the whole season.
His eyes snap open. "…Hey, Don?" the turtle under him shifts slightly. "Yes, Raph?" he gently traces patterns on his brother's knee. "How long is a matin' season?" He feels rather than sees his brother's surprise. "Um, well, since we're mutant turtles, my guess can only be an educated one… but I'd say… maybe a month?" "Oh. Okay." "What is this I hear about a mating season, Donatello?" an older voice slices through any and all conversation. Raph inwardly groans.
It was going to be a long mating season.