Well it's TMNT ©. And ya know what everyone says: I don't own them… Pity. But I wanna own them so much!!

About story: I actually never thought that I would turn to 'mating season' theme, but as I had read some fanfics I just couldn't resist. I stopped smiling, although I'm still playing with turtles... Especially, with Donnie... Don't be too hard on me. I really can't stop! Can't tear my hands away from Donnie! Just can't... But, at least, now I know what the end of the whole story will be like! If it will be... Heh.

About chapter: Continuing 'interactions' between Donnie and his brother and something else. After all, they're not alone in the lair... Heh. Oh, and cute Raphie!! As far as Raph can be cute...

For You: I hope You'll enjoy this. Any tips and comments are welcome! It's important for me to know your opinion. Thank You for reading!! And great thanks to all who commented and keep following the story!! What would I do without you!!.. hug you all...

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Part 11. Suspended reality

Donnie couldn't even moan as he was totally and absolutely exhausted. All he could do was pant heavily and try not to fall into despair, because he started to think that all this would never end. That was the only coherent though in his brain, although he would definitely prefer not to have any of them at all.

Gasping as deep thrusts inside him fastened, genius shuddered, when his special inner spot was stimulated, but even that couldn't make him let out some sound. His lips were swollen, neck and shoulders darkened with bruises, - it seemed like Raphael marked his mate, - plastron and thighs were covered in white sticky cum after five times of highest pleasure, skin glimmered with sweat, body was limp and tired. But nothing could be compared to the burning feeling inside his conquered rump - pain wasn't very strong, but its constancy started to drive Donatello insane. If he was offered to commit crime for ability to rest – he would have done it without hesitation.

He slightly wondered how it was possible that Raph could still move in that fast and hard pattern, but couldn't say that he cared much. All he wanted to know was when elder brother was finally going to stop.

Raphael growled lowly, shoving into his brother harder as he was coming to his climax. Donnie's palms jerked to grasp sheets, but his fingers were too weak even for that and he only rubbed them weakly. He had managed to free his wrists during his second… peak, but that actually hadn't help much with his main problem as his body had been moving on its own accord and genius's brain demanded to pull his arms up only to grasp other's shoulders and not to fight him off…

Raphael was untiring, it seemed like his lust was simply unquenchable and after four time in succession Donatello had almost started to panic. Sure, among the pain and everything larger terrapin had brought him huge amount of joy, although genius tried not to think about it, but now younger mutant was too tired for that. Every cell of his body, every muscle begged for peace, for rest without a single move…

He shuddered again as Raphael came inside of him, shaking and grunting, and filled him with his hot seed. Having jerked his hips forward for the last time, dark green mutant stilled for few seconds, then pulled out swiftly and collapsed near his mate, breathing heavily and placing one hand on Don's plastron. At least, he had enough reason not to fall on him.

Genius didn't dare to move as it seemed like his brother finally needed to take a break and the last thing Donatello wanted to do was provoke him in any way. He held his breathing as that hand glided down his plastron slightly, being afraid that Raph intended to take another round, but hothead just shifted his position, sniffing and yawning. Having waited for some more time, Donnie inhaled deeply and relaxed, closing his eyes.

In fact, he was grateful to his exhaustion – this state prevented him from thinking about the current situation, from concentrating on it. After all, Don hadn't only been taken by his own brother, but also he had enjoyed it somehow. Not during the first time, of course, but nevertheless… Actually, he blamed his own mating season for that, but that was only half true. Unlike Leo and Raph, olive green mutant wasn't fully consumed by this state, he kept his clear mind and senses and had lost them only once.

So, did taking a delight in what had happened mean that Donnie… liked Raphael more that a brother or it meant that there was just something wrong with him, because he was in fact raped, but didn't feel depression or something like that? Both statements were odd, but genius would have preferred the first one, although he couldn't completely analyze his feelings for Raph. Or simply didn't want to, not being ready to accept something like that? Donatello wasn't sure.

But, of course, that could just have been another additional mechanism, which nature had also added to soothe their mating, another joke. Just like inner natural lubricant…

Donatello yawned softly, trying not to pay attention to his numb muscles and stinging feeling below. God, not less than good and peaceful rest he needed warm and long shower to get rid of all that stickiness on his plastron and legs and that strong masculine scent, but violet-clad ninja wasn't sure he would be able to get up in the nearest future. Genius tried to turn to his side, but attempt was idle. Besides, Raphael rumbled at that, pressing his hand on brother's plastron more, and Don gave up, stilling and sighing deeply. It seemed like he had to stay on his shell. Didn't matter much though, as long as he could get some rest…

"Donnie?"

For some time olive green mutant had been lying silently, falling into heavy sleep, but then his mind managed to process the sound and genius slowly opened his eyes. Did he really hear that or it was his imagination?

"You're here?"

Mikey… Soft footsteps were slowly closing to the door. Youngest brother sounded concerned and insecure, but fortunately there were no alerting notes in his voice. It meant that he was ok. Well, at least Donnie hoped so.

Sighing, violet-clad terrapin raised his head and threw quick glance down his body. Definitely, not the best sight to greet the youngest of the clan… Trying to move as smooth as possible, Don grasped the corner of sheet and pulled it up to clean the mess on his plastron. He touched dark green arm, but Raphael only grunted and didn't react to that, nuzzling his mate's forearm in a sleep. If it was a sleep, of course.

"Donnie?"

"I'm here, Mikey." Donatello's voice was weak and quiet, but he hoped that youngest had heard him.

It seemed like he had. Genius saw the doorknob turning, but before he wondered if Raphael had locked the door, it was opened and Mikey's figure appeared in the aperture.

Orange-clad terrapin looked normal, he shivered slightly from time to time and his eyes were a bit red, but those were the side effects of sedative and heavy sleep. And hard day… It will pass soon. Mikey stood there for few seconds, staring at Don and Raphael, lying next to him, with confusion, then stepped forward and stopped again, processing the entire picture. He opened his mouth only to close it a moment later as if not being able to say anything. That didn't happen often.

"It's ok, Mikey." Donatello muttered, suppressing deep sigh. "Just don't wake Raph up."

Olive green mutant felt his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but there was no point in lying to Mikey or trying to make up some incomprehensible explanation to cover the truth. Of course, that one was his little brother, but even if Michelangelo wasn't the smartest of them all, he wasn't dumb either. Surely he realized what had happened here between his siblings. To Don's great relief Mikey didn't comment it, he just frowned a bit, blinking his eyes few times in succession. It was clearly seen on his face that he was trying to decide what he should do now and how to react to the situation. That didn't happen often too.

"Ok." Sea green mutant whispered, doing his best not to stare again.

"How are you feeling, Mikey?" Donnie looked at him with concern.

It was a bit weird to talk to him as if nothing happened and as if genius wasn't lying in front of him in one bed with their elder brother, exhausted and limp after hard and long mating, but what could Donatello do? He wasn't able to change the reality. Or get up.

"I'm fine." Mikey rubbed his forearm slowly. "My head's spinning a bit, but that's actually nothing."

"Did you check on Leo?" Don asked, saying elder's name as quiet as possible and hoping that Raphael didn't hear it.

"Yeah." Youngest brother did one more timid step towards him. "He's sleeping. I didn't inject him, I wanted to find you first…"

Donatello kept silence for some time. Why was Leo still asleep? That wasn't right, judging by hothead's state, Leonardo should have woken up even before Mikey. Having gathered all his strength, Don shifted on the sheets, propping himself up enough to consider it to be a sitting position and blushing harder as Raph's hand slid down his plastron because of that. Carefully grabbing hothead's wrist, genius moved it off his body and looked at Mikey. Blue eyes were wide as the youngest stared at something next to Donnie. Praying that it wouldn't be what he thought, smart terrapin turned his head and shivered slightly, meeting narrowed golden eyes. So much for his praying…

Raphael was completely silent as he watched Mikey. Dark green mutant didn't even get up or sat, he just lay near his mate and breathed slowly, his fingers stroked genius's side lazily. Donatello hoped elder brother wouldn't decide to take him in front of orange-clad terrapin.

"Eeermm… Just don't make any sudden moves, Mikey." Donnie muttered. "And don't come closer, I guess… Don't worry – Raph's not a threat to you."

Michelangelo nodded slowly, and Don even managed to smile faintly, trying to reassure his younger brother and earning the same weak and insecure smile in return. Well, sure, situation was quite awkward and strange, but Mikey was relatively ok, Raphael didn't try to hurt him or anything and Donatello even let himself relax a bit. Hothead placed his hand on his mate's plastron again and violet-clad terrapin rubbed it with his palm, not quite realizing that he actually did it.

He didn't pay attention to Raph's soft churring or Mikey's confused look as his mind was consumed by eldest brother's condition. He needed to check on him to make sure that leader was unharmed, but there was no possible way to make Raphael let him do it. Especially now, after hothead had claimed his prey. He wouldn't let Don come close to Leonardo, to his rival, that was definite. And at the moment Donatello simply wasn't able to fight or resist, he was too tired for that.

"Go and check on him again, Mikey." Genius said calmly. "See if he's still sleeping. Ok? Count his pulse and make sure he's breathing evenly."

Even if Mikey was surprised that Don didn't call Leo by name, he fortunately didn't say anything about it.

"Sure." Michelangelo looked at him. "But… You… You'll be fine? I mean…"

"Yes…" Donnie muttered. "Don't worry about me."

Judging by his face expression, the youngest of the clan wasn't convinced, but he nevertheless did the same thing he used to do in most of the odd and confusing situations during his life – he trusted his sibling. Having nodded, Mikey threw last quick glance at Raphael and left the room, moving slowly as if overpowering the urge to stay. Or fighting the urge to run, because hothead's narrowed eyes followed him, drilling into his shell, till the door wasn't closed behind Mike's back. Donatello couldn't say for sure.

Continuing to churr quietly, Raph moved closed to his mate, closing his eyes and hiding his face in Don's neck. Hot breathing tickled genius's skin, but olive green terrapin wasn't worried much. He somehow felt that Raphael wasn't going to ravage him again right now, although he didn't know why.

"Raph… Are you hungry?" Donatello asked quietly, not really knowing what to do. "I bet you are… Maybe we could go to the kitchen and I'd make us something to eat…"

Not reacting to words, Raphael rumbled softly, nuzzling his mate's neck. Donnie couldn't get rid of the feeling that elder brother acted like some giant cat, demanding for caress, no matter how silly it actually sounded. After a small hesitation genius reached out and stroked his head carefully. Churring louder, larger terrapin leaned into the touch.

"Eeerm… Good boy…" Don muttered, gazing at Raphael with amazement.

Now that was… unusual. Having stroked his head for some more time, olive green mutant moved his palm under Raph's chin and rubbed his neck, wondering if other one was going to purr because of that, but hothead only sniffed at that, although that was definitely pleased sound.

Donatello shook his head slightly, seeing delighted expression in those golden eyes. The sight of almost purring Raphael, leaning into the touch and demanding for caress, was just as rare as the sight of Mikey, fighting with words and thinking about his next move. Actually, even more rare. In fact, Donnie wasn't sure if he has ever seen his tough and moody brother like that. And that was… interesting. Even if it was only the effect of his current state.

Genius bit his lip, wanting to do something else, maybe rub Raphael's belly or tickle his side to see what reaction that would earn him, but in that moment abrupt loud noise, coming from the outside, made him flinch and jerk hand away. It was like something crushed onto the floor or the door was slammed furiously. Turning his head in sound's direction and feeling his heart speeding up immediately, Don made an attempt to get up, but larger terrapin's fingers clenched on his wrist, not letting to do that. Donatello froze, listening to the surroundings, that were silent again, and deciding what to do.

"Listen, Raph…" Younger brother muttered, trying to free his hand. "Let go, I'll just take a look…"

Of course he realized that in hothead's state words weren't very helping. Not because Raphael didn't understand them, but because he simply didn't care much about anything above the urges of his heated up body. Frowning, Donatello made another attempt.

"Raph, Mikey could get hurt." Genius said, looking into yellow eyes. "I only want to make sure that he…"

He didn't manage to finish as another loud thud interrupted his words. Looked like this time something was slammed into the wall right next to the door. Something big and quite heavy. Something like… shell. This sound was followed by another one – low and dangerous growl, that was too familiar for Donatello. Way too familiar now…

"Oh no…" He whispered, swallowing with the great effort.

"NO!!" Mikey's yell blew up in the air. "DONNIE!!"