Insomnia
Chapter Three

Donatello shifted slightly in bed, drifting comfortably in that hazy state between sleep and consciousness. Something tugged at his mind, trying to warn him, but he was alert enough to realize he didn't want to wake up yet.

The something yanked at him again, and he sighed inwardly, sluggishly assessing his surroundings without opening his eyes. That's when he felt the warm hands sliding down his chest, and it was all he could do to not yelp. While focusing on keeping his breathing steady, the hands wandered further down his body. He was unable to stop himself from swallowing nervously, but fortunately it wasn't noticed.

Panic seeped into his mind, and he devoted more of his mental resources to keeping his body from tensing. Why was his brother touching him like this? Why were his hands trailing down his legs and applying intimate pressure to the inside of his thighs? And why did he enjoy the touches as much as he feared them?

He turned to his other senses to identify the brother hovering over him. The hands were rough padded, but that didn't tell him much. The soft breathing was too hushed to identify the voice behind it- but when it flowed over his neck, the sickly-sweet smell of Kool-Aid and chocolate filled his nostrils.

Mikey?

Donnie's mind began racing. Mikey was going to check on him later, Leo had said as much. But why were one of his hands rubbing the base of his plastron while the other had sneaked up along his side and was gently kneading his shoulder? Why was he-

Donnie shut down his circular questioning and concentrated on remaining perfectly still when a finger slipped under his carapace and caressed the side of his dick. Another layer of fear settled over him when he realized his body was responding to the ministrations. It seemed to please Mikey, as his breaths became louder and ragged. Donnie wanted him to stop, he wanted his body to stop, he didn't want to feel the forbidden pleasure crawling up his spine. As much as he wanted to shove Mikey away, he was infinitely more terrified of what Mikey would do if he found out he was awake.

So he laid there, quiet and compliant while those probing hands explored him. It felt like hours before the affectionate fingers retreated, and a warm mouth pressed against his forehead briefly.

"G'night, Donnie," Mikey whispered happily. "Rest well."

Donnie strained to hear his footfalls, but there was silence until he heard the lab door swing open then closed. He remained where he was, paralyzed with conflicting emotions for nearly a half hour before he dared to crack open an eye.

He was alone.

That fact broke the invisible bonds holding him down; he shot out of his bed and ran to the door. He reached out to open it, then paused, his mind flooded by another slew of questions.

Who should he go to? Who could he go to?

Could he go to anyone?

Leo. Leo would listen, he would believe him. But then, did he want to talk? Donnie covered his mouth with a hand to hide a whimper welling in his throat. It'd be a good bet Leo would take them to sensei over this, middle of the night or not.

Raph. He could definitely go to Raph. Raph would protect him. But he'd still have to explain and Raph… Raph was liable to march himself down and tear into Mikey with his fists.

He stood there, frozen, undecided. Leo or Raph?

Several moments later, he shook his head. He turned the lock on the door; the sharp snap of the mechanism echoing through the lab. A note of security.

Choking back a sob, he fled to his bed and buried himself beneath the blankets.