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... Definitely with poor Donnie... Don't be too hard on me. I really can't stop! Can't tear my hands away from genius! Just can't...

About chapter: Donatello will have to answer some question here... But answering it is not the worst part, actually. A bit more darkness here... I blame Loory for that.

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Part 12. What would you do?

Brother's yell from behind the door made Donatello jerk on the bed sharply. He almost managed to twist his hand out of Raphael's grip, but hothead clenched his fingers tighter, letting out discontent grunt and pulling his mate towards himself.

"Let go of me!" Mikey's scream cut right into Don's hammering heart. "Leo! Please!"

Olive green terrapin didn't even wonder how Leonardo had managed to untie his ropes, after all, that one was a very good ninja. And probably leader had just pretended to be sleeping when Mikey had checked on him last time... Why didn't he think about that?! Genius made another attempt to get up, but Raph wasn't going to let go, he was only getting more and more angry with every second. But Donnie didn't care about that, he knew he needed to get out of this room, needed to help his younger sibling, needed to do something – anything - to stop Leonardo. But what?

"Don't touch me!" Mikey practically shrieked. "Get your hands off!"

Donatello winced at the sound of hit and quiet cry of pain that followed then. It seemed like Leo's brain had switched off completely if the eldest started to beat little brother, but in the next moment violet-clad ninja abruptly realized that the painful sound actually had come from leader. He heard as something collapsed down. Having frozen, Don glanced at the door, listening attentively.

"I told you to get off!" Michelangelo's voice shook terribly.

It seemed like the youngest had hit Leonardo hard enough to make other one fall to the floor and be silent for some time. But few seconds later quiet sounds of scratching, shifting and movement reached genius's ears. He tried to get up again, pressing his free hand against Raphael's plastron and pushing slightly, but all he got in return was low irritated growl and tightened grip on his wrist. Having sighed, Donatello threw another gaze towards the door.

"Leo?"

This time Mikey sounded insecure and Don didn't like it at all. He didn't know why, but he was sure that Leo was lying on the floor at the moment, not moving and making their baby brother nervous. Donnie could only imagine in what state eldest brother was at the moment. Probably, there was no comparison to Raphael, who had had his release eventually. Having remembered their first time, genius flinched, making another idle attempt to get out of hothead's grip and receiving another growl. But he needed to do something not to let something like that happen to the youngest of the clan.

"L-Leo?" Michelangelo called slowly.

Now there was once again fear in his shaking voice. Having taken a deep breath, olive green terrapin closed his eyes for a moment. He could bet Leo was rising now as his need drove him through any kinds of obstacles and helped ignore almost any damage. And then came the worst part. Mikey didn't have that kind of experience and everything was happening against his will, Leo wasn't going to soothe his actions, there was not going to be any affection or care, leader wanted to satisfy his storming urge and he would do it brutally and hard. At least, Don was special for Raphael even in elder brother's state, but there was nobody like that for Leonardo, only possible mates, and their resistance, which he definitely didn't understand, drove him nearly mad. It was necessary to stop sword wielder, but what could Donnie do?

"NO!"

Mikey's shriek caused Donatello to almost jump on the bed. He bit his lips at the loud sounds of roaring and struggling from behind the door, then something crushed onto the wall and after that came trembling and painful cry. This time it was Michelangelo. Leonardo growled again and it was followed by another yelp from Mikey.

It was impossible to listen it anymore. Don wished he had some other idea, but it seemed he had to try the only thing he had been able to think of.

Having shuddered, Donnie glanced at Raphael's face, stopping all his attempts to break free, and then swiftly wrapped his free hand around other's neck. Not allowing himself a second thought, genius leaned up and kissed his slightly surprised mate deeply, pulling him close to himself and desperately hoping that he won't have to regret about his action. Feeling brother's grip tightened, Donatello broke the kiss and looked into golden eyes, digging his fingers into dark green skin.

"Raph… Please." He pleaded softly, shivering as the sounds from outside became more and more dangerous and Mikey cried once again. "Stop Leo. I'll do anything you want, I won't run or resist anymore, just stop Leo!"

Don clearly realized that in fact Raphael didn't actually need his consent for anything right now, but since elder brother had some feelings for him it was still a chance. A chance to get through his clouded mind and reach for the part of Raph that was ready to do anything for his siblings.

"Please…" Donatello repeated, not breaking eye contact even for a single moment. "I know you understand me, I know it's hard for you, but please… Don't let this happen to Mikey… He's your baby brother, Raph… Leo will break him… Stop it… Please."

Hothead stared at his mate with unreadable expression on his face, but at least he seemed to be listening, trying to understand. Or maybe it was just genius's imagination, he wasn't sure. Another Mike's cry came from behind the door and it took all Donatello's will power not to jerk sharply.

"Please…" He didn't know what else to say. "Please, don't let this happen."

Donnie slowly lowered his eyelids as he wasn't able to look into those glimmering golden orbs anymore, he simply couldn't see if Raphael had gotten his message. Uncertainty made his stomach clench with fear, he didn't know what else he could do right now to help his little brother, to help both his brothers. He just didn't know.

They were so different, all of them, with their own hobbies, interests, life style, behavior and preferences, even their skin had different shades. They were unlike each other, accepted and reacted to everything differently… But there was one question, on which they answered similarly without even a small hint of hesitation. One simple question – what would you do for your brother? And, no matter what, it got one simple answer – anything. That made the bonds of their weird family unbreakable. Even more – that made them family…

Everything happened so fast then, that Donatello failed to follow the first seconds. Or believe them. His wrist was suddenly free, Raphael jumped off the bed and ran towards the door, his body tensed and movements sharp and threatening. Without a single sound, hothead jerked the doorknob and rushed outside, while Donnie sat up, ignoring the spinning in his head. He tried to get up, but did it too sharp and had to sat back on the bed again, waiting for the room to stop rolling in front of his eyes and listening to what was happening now in the living room as the door closed once again.

Leonardo growled now more angrily than before, he was pissed of endlessly, being interrupted once again in claiming his prey. Raphael's irritated roar joined him a second later, right before loud noises of movement and fighting suppressed everything else. Donatello couldn't hear Mikey anymore, but wasn't sure if it was a good or bad sign. He only hoped that the youngest managed to stay away from the raging fight.

Sounds were becoming more sharp and violent with every second, more intense, fast. Judging by them, hits and blows were very strong and painful, but rivals didn't cry or hiss or anything, they just battled, desperately, furiously, having only one single wish in their heads for the moment – overpower another one. And then abruptly Don heard the deafening sound of something wracking and crushing and after that came silence.

Donnie held his breathing not even being aware of it as he stood up slowly, as if that could have helped him to hear better. This silence was not less terrifying that the previous sounds of battle, when those two had been fighting each other, because the possibility of them calming down and just deciding to stop it all was more than miserable. Donatello needed to look what was going on in there.

But before genius did a step towards the exit sound of footsteps had reached his ears, then the door was opened again and shaking Michelangelo practically jumped into the room. Having noticed heavy bruises and few bleeding scars on the sea green skin, Don frowned, but that was all he had time to do. Having turned, the youngest pressed his palms against the door, intending to close it, but in the next moment it was slammed fiercely from outside. The force of the hit threw Mikey aside, causing him to moan quietly as he hit the floor, his shell scratching the stones with quiet noise.

"Donnie…" Orange-clad terrapin whimpered, throwing a plaintive glance at his elder brother. "He's gone insane…"

Don's heart squeezed as he saw Leonardo in the aperture. Senior brother breathed heavily, his body was covered in bruises, scars and fresh wounds from his last battle, he shook slightly, but he was there, devouring Mikey with mad eyes, clenching his fists and sniffing angrily. Genius flinched. What had happened to Raphael? What leader had done to him?

But Leo didn't give him time to think about it. Quicker than a striking snake he dashed forward, grasping Mike's forearm and jerking him up ruthlessly with one sharp movement. He blocked the blow from sea green terrapin and hit back, targeting at brother's belly. Hissing and gasping for air, Michelangelo bent down, almost falling to the floor, but leader wrapped a hand around his neck, forcing to straighten up again and lean back slightly against his plastron. And Donatello could easily see that this grip was more than simple warning against further resistance. It was a pure threat now.

Mike's blue eyes were wide as he held on leaf green terrapin's hand tightly, breathing with efforts and looking at genius with silent, but clear plea. He didn't let out a single sound as Leonardo pulled him back roughly, towards the living room, intending to find some secure place where he could finally give in to his needs. Don moved forward, but elder brother immediately tightened his hold around Mikey's throat, warning against doing anything like that. It seemed this time he was really ready to harm his possible mate, to do anything, but not to let go. In fact, elder brother looked like he was ready to harm anyone, who would only dare to come in his way.

Having stopped, Donatello glanced into Leo's smoky eyes that were filled with anger and painful lust. There was no sign of usual calmness and confidence, those were the eyes of an animal in heat, locked in that mutated body of a trained ninja, animal that simply followed its instincts and wished to mate as it was the most natural urge for him right now. He didn't understand all the struggling and resisting or why others refused him all the time, after all he didn't mean anything bad, he only wanted to mate. Maybe after his release Leonardo would have been more perceptive to the voice of reason, like Raphael, but now his body gained the dominance completely and ruled over his brain.

No words could help here. Don had no strength to fight. And there was no time to think as Leo moved again, dragging his suffocating prey back into the living room.

What would you do for your brother?

Fixing their eyes together, Donatello did one step back and sat on the bed slowly. He let himself hesitate only for a single second before moving his legs apart and taking a deep breath.

"Leo…" He called as soft as he could, being afraid that his voice would fail him every moment. "Come here."

Anything…

Leonardo's reaction was indefinite, but he stopped. After a small pause senior brother tilted his head aside slightly, breaking the eyes contact to look down and up Don's body. Chasing away all thoughts, olive green terrapin licked his lips, doing his best not to notice the expression of Mike's contorted face.

"Come to me, Leo…" Donnie muttered, fighting the urge to yell loudly. To call for someone. Maybe, for Raph.

Leonardo seemed to be interested now, definitely interested, although he still hesitated. Mikey didn't dare to move as if he was afraid to remind about himself or simply was stunned by what he saw and heard right now. Breathing intermittently, Donatello moved his hips in what he hoped was seducing motion, spreading legs a bit wider and suppressing deep shiver that was coming from the depth of his body. And trying not to think about what exactly he was doing at the moment, because he was actually attempting to attract his leader, so that one could fuck him.

Yes, it was better not to think about it.

Moving carefully, Leonardo stepped towards Don, still holding Michelangelo tightly in front of him as some live shield against any possible deceive from genius's side. Sure, blue-clad terrapin didn't quite believe him, but he was aroused nevertheless, because for the first time since the beginning of his state someone finally offered himself to him instead of trying to fight or run away. How could he possibly ignore something like that?

"Leo…" Donnie breathed out, running his hand down his plastron.

This action was followed by a deep lustful sigh from Leo as that one stopped and glanced at the brother he held in his arms. For few moments he just stood silently as if contemplating what to do next, then suddenly released his caught and in the next moment hit Mikey sharply, forcing to fall down. Donatello jerked forward, but low threatening growl made him sit back again. He bit his lip as he watched Leonardo taking off their belts and tying Michelangelo's hands, forced behind his shell, with it and then doing the same with his ankles. Well, it seemed at some point they all thought in the same way…

Having stepped over tied and dazed Mikey, leader moved to Don, but once again stopped in the process, narrowing his eyes slightly. Genius's palms started to shake as Leo after a short pause walked to the door to lock it. There was still no single sound from behind it, but Donatello forbade himself to think about it. Even in his state Leonardo couldn't have done something irreparable, he just couldn't. It was impossible. Of course, it would have been nice to hear some noise from there, noise that would have told that Raphael was relatively fine, but its absence didn't mean anything… Did it?

Now there was nothing that could stop Leo from getting what that one wanted, except maybe for Donatello himself. Yes, genius could fight, but he was too tired and limp to confront senior brother effectively. Besides there was a chance that Leonardo would decide to turn to Mikey again in this case and olive green terrapin would fail to stop him... Donnie raised his head to look at sword wielder, approaching him. Having concentrated on the movement, he just watched other one, not thinking about anything, only repeating mentally that everything was going to end soon and going to be ok, chanting it in his mind time after time, trying to convince himself in that and ignoring the stinging feeling of failure.

He forced himself to stay quiet as Leonardo pushed him back onto his shell and only clenched his fists, when leader's hand slid down along plastron to his thighs. Maybe it wasn't the best time for any sort of comparison, but somehow it didn't feel like when Raphael touched him at all. Donatello shuddered and it was the sign of tension and fear, not pleasure.

Sniffing loudly, Leo bent over him, looking his brother up and down and inhaling deeply, then suddenly grunted discontentedly, gritting hit teeth and frowning sharply. It took few seconds for genius to understand Leonardo's reaction - all leader's senses had been sharpened and now he could clearly feel his rival's scent all over Don's body. And definitely the thought that other one had claimed something first didn't make him very happy. Having growled lowly, senior brother straightened his back, still kneeling next to Donnie, and glanced back at tied Mikey.

At innocent Mikey. At something he could have first.

Leo almost got up, but froze abruptly, grunting in surprise as Don's right hand rapidly glided under his lower plastron, rubbing there carefully. This simple movement caused genius too much effort, more like mental one, but he intended to do anything to save Michelangelo from this. He had made a promise… Churring loudly, Leonardo looked down at him, stretching his hand to press against other's belly, his fingers scratching plastron lightly, moving lower slowly. Donatello fought his urge to jerk and throw that palm off as he continued to caress leader, grasping the sheets tightly and chanting his little prey faster with every second. Not that it helped much…

Swallowing hard, olive green terrapin averted his eyes as brother's erection appeared in the open and gasped as Leo's weigh pressed him into mattress. Leonardo was lighter than Raphael, he didn't feel like him, didn't smell like him, didn't sound like him… Everything was different, so damn different that Donnie barely managed to suppress his almost unbearable wish to cry loudly. It shouldn't have happened, he didn't want this, he didn't want to be taken by Leo and nothing was going to be ok…

"Donnie…" Quiet whisper was hardly audible.

Genius shuddered as leader bit his neck hard and gathered all his remained strength to keep his legs closed for some more time. Sighing deeply, he turned his head slowly to meet frightened and plaintive gaze of his baby brother's blue eyes. They flickered as Michelangelo tried to hold the tears.

"It's ok, Mikey..." Donatello managed to force out of himself. "Just don't… look. It'll be over soon."

Small whining sound escaped him when Leo's cock rubbed at his thigh as leader forced a knee between his legs, spreading them with agitated growl. He wanted to cry out his despair, wanted to call for help, wanted to call for Raph, but there was no much sense in it. Not anymore.

Having closed his eyes and continuing to chant, Don braced himself for what was about to happen…