#11 – Michaelangelo and Donatello
You May Be Right – Billy Joel
mild turtlecest

"Mike."

The angry authority in his voice made me freeze, the green-hued vial in my hand nearly slipping from my grasp.

"Put. That. Down."

"'Kay." Donnie had said it wasn't 'volatile', so what was the big deal? I grumbled and replaced it among its clones anyway.

"Sit. Down."

I turned, giving him a mischievous smile. I smiled like that a lot at him nowadays. It brought out my dimples; which in a fit of passion Donnie had told me he liked. A lot. He was so adorable."Where?" I asked slyly, dancing closer to him. "Can I sit in your lap?"

"Sit on the floor! Gods, I don't care,just get away from my chemical table!"

I closed the distance between us, sitting obediently by his feet and tilted my face, staring up at him gleefully. "Happy?"

"No," he sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. I often wondered where he picked up that habit; the only people I saw do that on TV were those who wore glasses. Donnie doesn't wear his goggles that often. Well, not often enough for me- he is downright sexyin those things.

"Mike," he repeated, and this time he just sounded exasperated. "Where were you tonight?"

Uh oh. I resisted the urge to slide my gaze from his- that would be an instant giveaway, and Donnie was already perceptive enough without my body language screaming my guilt at him. "Oh, just out. I just had to go and play the new demo for Diablo 3, y'know!" I warmed up to the excuse, hoping to sidetrack him. "I got to play the Witchdoctor and the Barbarian! Dude!You shoulda seen the female Barbarian- you can choose your own gender in this one, remember me telling you?- and holy shit on a stick she's got a rack the size of-,"

"Mike." The ring of command was back in his normally gentle voice, and I cringed inwardly. So much for distractions.

I slumped, hunching my shoulders. Donnie was as bad about Leo when he wanted to grill me. I would get no rest until I'd spilled. "I did go to Gamestop. Honest!"

"And?" That delicately arched brow melted my reserve. Damn, Don seriously wasn't aware of all the little totally hot mannerisms he had!

"…I borrowedRaph's cycle." I braced myself for the enraged outburst, but was amazed when none came.

"You broke my rack of test tubes earlier today, didn't you? Is that why you left?" Donnie's dark eyes bored into mine.

See, if this had been Leo, I easily would've been able to lie. Leo huffs and fumes under that pretend cool façade, but it's totally easy to slip him a few stories to ease his conscience. But Donnie? He can look at me with those nearly-identical eyes and I just melt.I just can't refuse him.

"…Yeah. But I cleaned it up!"

"I noticed- you put the remains in the paperrecycle bin."

"Oh." This was not going well. Those pretty brown eyes were still unhappy. This conversation needed to change gears, fast, before I was up to my neck in trouble. I gave him my sweetest disarming smile that I'd been practicing for years- "I'm really sorry, Donnie. I tried reallyhard to be good!"

"I know you did. Do. Whatever." He sighed again, and I was unable to detect any anger again. Weird. "Mike… You're crazy. Just, crazy."

My smile widened along with my eyes. "Well… Yeah, you may be right about that. I may be crazy." I grinned, standing swiftly and grabbing the computer mouse and holding it up to my face like a microphone.

"No, no, Mike, don'tstart-," He didn't mean it. He was already mirroring my grin.

"-Hey! But it just may be a luuuunaticyou're lookin' for!" I crooned. "C'mon, Donnie, sing it!"

He shook his head, but didn't miss a beat from my tapping foot. "Turn out the light; don't try to save me…"

I leaned closer, my lips brushing his cheek, relishing the shiver the light touch brought. "You may be wrong; but for all I know, you may be right!"

"I amright," Donnie said crabbily, but again, it was all faked. He was distracted, he was happy, and he thought I was crazy.

As his mouth found mine, I knew he loved me that way.