Chapter Twenty-Five: Brother's Wisdom
AN: HUGE THANK YOU TO MY PATRONS ALEXLUKE, GIRAFFECHAN, and RAP BEAR! Because of their feedback and suggestions, I will be having another DomLeo story to post soon, so be on the look out for that exciting, erotic, naughty little story coming soon! *pun intended*
AN2: Apologies for the late posting. I tried to get this finished sooner, but muse was NOT cooperating and real life kept getting in the way. Sadly, with it now summer, I don't get as much time to write as usually do, but I STILL intend on keeping this story (and Take Two) updated weekly and continue to develop more turtle tots, and DomLeo stories. (If you want to have access to weekly updates on my turtle stories, and offer feedback on upcoming arcs, come join me over at PAT REON dot com and look for me, padawan_jinx)
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Sable woke first, finding Donnie half reclined on his shell, drooling down his chin, snoring softly. She giggled at his adorableness. It pained her to realize he was leaving in a few short hours. She wished they had more time together. Well, at least they could have one more romp. Mikey wasn't expecting them downstairs yet.
She used a sheet to wipe off the drool before kissing him awake.
Donnie awoke with a hoot, arms looping around her and rolling on top of her. She immediately opened her legs, ready to accept him. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper.
"One last romp before you go."
She whimpered when he entered her, her inner walls sore from the pounding he gave her while Mikey went for pizza. The gentle love making in the tub had helped ease some of the soreness, but despite the occasional pain, she wanted him.
He kissed her neck, muttering along her skin.
"I'm sorry," he said along the bite mark.
"Something to remember you by until you're in my arms again," she murmured, moaning when he pulled out completely. His mouth found her breasts, massaging it with his lips drawn over his teeth. Sable hissed, raking her nails along his head. "Fuck! You keep that up, and I'm going to cum."
"That is the point,' Donnie snorted, then tackled the other breast with the same reverence.
"Dick," she breathed, then let out a pained cry when he thrust back inside. "I meant it as an insult."
Donnie wasn't paying attention. He hovered over her, mouth drawing close to hers.
"I love you."
Sable smiled, inhaling his rich, earthy scent.
"I love you more, Donatello."
To hear his full name drove him wild. He kept his thrusts shallow, pumping and grinding as a beast until he came with a hooting grunt. He dropped on top of Sable, mindful not to hurt her, trembling all over.
Sable looped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
"God, I'm going to miss you."
It took a moment for Donnie to recover. Mikey's voice filtered upstairs as he sang making breakfast. Donnie put his snout in Sable's neck, moaning.
"Going to miss you, too," he said, his words muffled. He hated she lived so far away. He rose up, stroking her sweat soaked brow with gentle fingers. "Do you want to come visit my family this week?"
"Would love to, but my family has already made plans for me," Sable said. She loved her family with all her heart, and completely understood their need to have family dinners and celebrations. "I have a niece turning eight, and then the family has a BBQ planned. Then my sisters in law wants to take me shopping because apparently she's appalled by my outdated wardrobe."
Any further conversation was cut short by Mikey pounding on the door and yelling.
"Car in the driveway!"
"Shit!" Sable snapped, nearly falling out of bed in her haste to look presentable.
She wiped down her thighs and stomach, pulling on her bathrobe and tying it off. Her hair stuck up in the 'just fucked' way. She yanked open the door just as Donnie pulled on pants.
Mikey was backed up to the wall, nunchakus in hand, staring at the stairs as if expecting an attack. Donnie joined him a second later, having collected his collapsible bo from the bedside table, and raced down the stairs, pausing on the last few steps to listen as she opened the front door.
"Hi, sorry to bother you," an unknown female voice said. "Is this the Branson residence?"
"No, sorry, you're about two miles off," Sable said genially. "Take a left at the end of the drive, go about two miles. You'll see a big brown barn on the right hand side."
"Thank you," the woman said sincerely, then climbed back into her pink Jeep and disappeared down the drive.
Mikey stepped off the stairs, tucking his weapons away. Donnie pushed past him, going to the living room where the main security station was set up. He rolled back the footage and stared at the monitor. The only occupant of the Jeep was the young woman.
"Relax, sweetie," Sable said, coming up beside him and kissing his shoulder. "People get lost around here all the time. Some of the driveways look like back roads, and it's easy to get turned around. And I know the Branson's. Their sons are notorious womanizers. Bet you five bucks that's one of their conquests. Wouldn't be the first time one came looking for them. Even had an angry dad show up with a shotgun once. Gave him the wrong directions and called the police with his license plate and car description."
Finding the security feed clean, Donnie visibly relaxed.
"Had to make sure."
"I know,' Sable said, giving him a playful swat on the ass.
Donnie followed her into the kitchen, where Mikey was putting the pan back on the stove. He had removed it when he heard the Jeep approach. A syrup covered plate was on the table from where he had already eaten.
"You guys want anything in your pancakes or just plain?" Mikey asked, holding up a spatula.
"Chocolate chips, please," Sable said, loving the idea of a personal chef.
Donnie held up two fingers.
"Easy on the chips though."
"Gotcha," Mikey said, holding the pitcher that he used to mix batter. He picked up the bag of chocolate chips, already half empty from his own pancakes, and dumped the rest into the batter.
Donnie sighed, pouring a cup of coffee for himself and Sable. He joined her at the table, his hand going to her knee affectionately. She leaned against his side, tucked under his shell, feeling warm, safe, and loved.
A flash disturbed their quiet intimacy.
"Mikey!" Donnie warned, tensing, ready to throttle the inappropriate turtle. His phone dinged, signaling a message, which Mikey, grinning broadly, handed to him.
"Sent ya the pic, bro," Mikey said happily, putting his phone away. "It was too good to pass up!"
Donnie huffed angrily but his rage disappeared immediately upon finding the picture on his phone. It stole his breath away.
Sable was curled to his side, his arm draped over her, both staring adorningly into each other's eyes. There was no mistaking the love they held for each other. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in the background, throwing Sable into a heavenly light. She was every bit the angel, fallen to Earth and held in his arms.
Sable lowered his hand so she could see the picture, gasping at the perfect moment captured forever.
"Mikey," she breathed, looking over to the turtle holding a spatula. "That's beautiful. Thank you."
Blushing, Mikey turned his back, giving them some privacy.
Sable cupped Donnie's face, bringing their lips together for a long, sensual kiss. Both wanted to make love right there on the table but their guest prevented it. After a couple of moments, Sable licked Donnie's lip, whispering into his mouth.
"I love you so much," she said before engaging him into another kiss that made his shell tremble.
"I love you more," Donnie managed to say, putting distance between them before he threw caution to the wind and mounted her in front of his brother.
The sound of plates being placed on the table drew their attention to Mikey, who had the good graces to keep his gaze adverted. They broke apart and concentrated on their food. A moment later, Mikey sat down with two more pancakes.
"Sorry about tagging along and ruining your alone time," Mikey said out of the blue. "I know it's a bummer having me here, but despite that, I wanted you to know, it was great to finally meet you. Now I know why Donnie talks about you so much. You're awesome."
Sable snickered, swallowing her pancake and smiling at Mikey.
"Well, it would have been nice to get a heads up, but it was great to have you here. You're pretty awesome yourself, Mikey."
Mikey ducked down, unable to look either in the eye while he took a bite.
Sable couldn't help but see him as a naive, backward manchild, still seeking acceptance, blushing from compliments, as if unworthy of praise.
"You are welcome here at any time, Mikey, I hope you know that," Sable said, wanting him to feel as welcome and accepted as he made her feel.
Mikey muttered, staring and nodding at his plate. Donnie's voice drew his attention to the couple.
"Yes, Mikey, despite being a pain in the shell, you are welcome here." Donnie nudged his little brother with his foot. "But next time, bro, don't hitchhike."
Mikey's crooked grin was contagious. The three ate and laughed as a long time family, but as the day wore on, the mood turned somber. By two, after a shared lunch in which Mikey went for pizza again, giving Donnie and Sable one last tryst, it was time to leave. Mikey waited in the van while Donnie stood with Sable on the stairs, his head resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. He lifted his head, giving her one last kiss.
"Call me when you get home," Sable said, fighting back the tears.
"I am home," Donnie murmured, tightening his hands on her waist.
"You better go," Sable said, taking a stand and motioning toward the van. "The sooner you go home and deal with things, then sooner the days pass and you're back in my arms."
"Call me if you need me," Donnie said, heading toward the van, the keys jangling in his hand. "I'll be here as fast as mutantly possible."
Sable waved, blowing a kiss to her lover.
"I'll call you all the time, just to hear your voice."
Mikey hung his head out the window.
"You two are gross. So mushy."
Sable blew him a kiss too and added, "I'll miss you too, Mikey. Keep your brother safe for me."
"Will do!" Mikey called, waving goodbye as they rolled down the driveway.
Sable waited until they were out of sight before she allowed herself to cry. Little did she know, Donnie was fighting back similar tears as he drove back to the home he shared with his brothers. He was wallowing in his sorrow when Mikey's voice broke through his misery.
"Donnie?"
"Hmm?" Donnie hummed absently, wishing his brother wasn't in the van so he could have a proper sob-fest at missing his ladylove.
"Do you think…" Mikey trailed off, losing his voice. He paused, thinking his words over. "Do you think there's someone like Sable…out there? For me?"
Donnie sniffled, Mikey's words sinking in. He risked a glance to his kid brother and noticed how sullen he appeared. It occurred to him how Mikey had witnessed the love and companionship between he and Sable and was pining for his own relationship. Donnie made a mental note to keep his public displays of affection with Sable to a minimum. He didn't want his brothers to feel threatened or inadequate by not having someone. Or in Leo's case, reminded of a love lost.
"I'm sure there is, Mikey," Donnie said after a thoughtful moment. "You never know when you will find them, and it's wise not to actively search, just in case you misinterpret intentions."
Mikey nodded silently, absorbing everything his older brother had to say.
"Real love takes time,' Donnie continued, turning onto the main highway and putting on speed. "It doesn't happen over night. If the conditions are right, love will grow."
"Like Master Splinter's Bonsais?" Mikey perked up. He loved helping his father with the delicate plants. Despite Mikey's childish antics, he was deceptively gentle with the miniature shrubs.
"Exactly," Donnie said. Wanting to give Mikey an idea of what he had endured to find Sable's love, Donnie added. "I didn't expect to fall in love with Sable, or her, me. We were drugged and experimented on."
Donnie paused, wondering how much information he should divulge. Mikey wasn't known for his ability to keep a secret, nor his discretion. He opted for a weakened version of the truth.
"The doctors gave us drugs that made us do things against our will. Terrible things. We were nothing more than mindless slaves, obeying our masters and their sick whims."
Mikey's jaw dropped, horrified by what he was hearing.
"They were making you guys do stuff against your will?" Mikey's voice was laced with fear.
"We had no control," Donnie reiterated.
He had rehashed his capture several times with his brothers, but Mikey was notorious for zoning out and missing crucial facts. Sometimes he had to hear the same story repeated several times to get the full gist of the situation. Not that any of his family begrudged him. It had been cathartic for Donnie to talk about his incarceration, though some things he still kept to himself. The things that brought him shame. The things that still gnawed at his mind and clawed at his heart.
Donnie's greatest fear was Sable realizing she had made a terrible mistake. That she was only indulging in a fantasy, and once she had her fill, she'd kick him to the curb. Or worse yet, think the mutagen affected her judgment, and when it filtered out of her system, she would be sickened to share his bed.
Though Sable proclaimed her love many times, Donnie couldn't shake the feeling of losing her. That she would wake up one day and be repulsed by him. That her mind was so addled, she had only slept with him to satisfy the instinct that still contaminated her human blood.
Then again, there was something in her eyes that told him his worry was for naught. She loved him with all her heart, and she didn't mind repeating the sentiment in every possible way.
Any doubt should have been squashed the moment she met Mikey.
If she had still been under a drug induced haze, then meeting Donnie's youngest brother should have been the snap to bring her back to reality. To realize the full magnitude of what she had done, and thoroughly enjoyed with a mutant.
But she hadn't been disgusted.
The only awakening to reality had been the complete and utter acceptance of the orange nuisance. Seeing Mikey as a part of Donnie's family. And totally adoring the littlest turtle. Mikey had overstepped his bounds, but Sable hadn't shunned or demeaned him. In fact, she seemed downright motherly toward the brattiest of their bunch.
Donnie was drawn from his darkening thoughts by Mikey's voice.
"You mentioned they were giving her your mutagen. Do you think it magnified the effects of the drugs?"
Donnie paused, blinking rapidly as his brain kicked into overdrive. His foot eased off the gas as his attention wavered. Thankfully, traffic was non existent along the highway and his mindless drifting into the opposite lane didn't cause an accident. He jerked out of his reverie when Mikey squawked and grabbed the wheel, centering them in their own lane back toward Manhattan.
"Dude!" Mikey chastised.
"Sorry," Donnie muttered, and then as was his wont, he began to talk aloud, mostly to himself. "There is a slim possibility the mutagen had an interaction with the drugs, doubling or even tripling their effect. Course it's merely conjecture, not knowing the full extent of the adulterated samples and the chemical make up of the manufactured drugs."
A crease formed along Donnie's brow line, making his glasses shift a little on his snout.
"Dude, if those doctor guys weren't careful, they could have killed both of you!" Mikey clenched his fist, a rare display of anger darkening his usually jovial expression.
Bile rose in Donnie's throat. He swallowed hard to eradicate the taste.
"They didn't care if they killed or mutilated either one of us. They only cared about cataloguing results."
He took a deep breath, tamping down the thoughts of a million things that could have gone wrong. Mikey's expression made Donnie focus on the positive, hoping to lift Mikey's sagging spirits.
"I was able to save her. Took us several days to get to the farm. We slept in the cold, huddled together for warmth. As the days went by, we started to have feelings for one another. She saw me as more than a talking animal."
Mikey's blue eyes were huge, watery. It cut him, deep down, every time someone cringed or feared him. He was a gentle soul, like his family, including Raph. To have someone scream and try to hurt him, thinking he was going to attack them… such fear caused Mikey no uncertain amount of sorrow.
"It's taken some time, but we have come to realize we have a connection," Donnie said, risking a glance to his kid brother and finding him on the verge of tears. Mikey was always the more emotive of his brothers. Donnie grabbed Mikey's hand, squeezing it with firm reassurance. "Love happened naturally. Without warning or realization. Happened to me. Happened to Leo. It can happen to you, too. You just have to be patient and let it take its course."
"Yeah," Mikey said, perking up a little. He squeezed Donnie's hand. "I'm happy for you, bro. She's a great chick."
"Yeah, she is," Donnie said, returning his hand to the steering wheel. His lips tipped in fondness as memories resurfaced. Her laugh. Her smile. Her curled up close to his side, seeking his warmth and protection. He loved her so much, his shell ached. And his tail. He shifted, trying to relieve the pressure that was attempting to build. Needing to distract himself, he asked Mikey, "So, think Leo's going to pitch a fit when he realizes we didn't do any workouts? At all?"
Mikey released a moaning squeak. "I foresee extra time in the dojo."
"Maybe he'll let us off the hook if we explain how much work we got done?" Donnie asked hopefully. He shared a look with Mikey, both of them slumping and muttering, "Naw."
They were royally shelled.
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