Disclaimer & Warnings:
I do not own the Turtles, as much as I would love to.
*This chapter contains so much turtlecest your head will explode into candy!*
*Yay, more head candy!*

Chapter Twenty-Five: That is a prostate.

"Don, leggo of my arm," Raphael sighed heavily, but his brother's grip only tightened. "I can't- reach- leggo!"

"I'll get it," Donnie giggled. "I'm taller, anyway." He rolled onto the end of his toes to reach into the cupboard, then triumphantly waved the olive oil in Raph's face. "See?"

"Shaddup," Raphael grumbled. "Ya ain't that much taller."

"A full inch!"

"And I'm half a head wider and twice as strong, so shaddup!"

Donnie leaned against his shoulder, brushing his nose against Raphael's neck. "We still talking about height?"

Raphael flushed darkly, ducking his head as he pulled them out of the kitchen. He guided Donnie to the bedroom, roughly shoving his brother down on the bed.

"Now wait here," Raphael commanded, then sighed when Donnie immediately sprang back to his feet beside him. "I said stay here. I'll be right back."

Donatello frowned, rubbing a temple irritably. "Raphie, now that- that we're going to do this, it's painful to not be as close to you as possible."

"I understand, I'll be fast," Raphael urged. "Jus' be patient. I'm comin' back."

Donnie bit his lip, but nodded and sat back down. He forced himself to look down at his folded hands in his lap, shifting his weight to try to get more comfortable, but it was futile. His erection was full and throbbing in its carapace prison, and sitting was simply not an option anymore. He stood and took a turn about the room, dusting small ledges with his fingers as he tried to distract himself by reading the titles in an old bookcase. He'd read most every book in there and remembered the spines on sight. He took a step away when one title caught his eye, and he did a double take.

The Joy of Sex?

Donnie pressed his nose to the smoky glass. How in the world did he ever miss that-

He laughed at himself. The Joy of Cooking. He ran his hands over his face, trying to slow his irregular breathing, trying to clear his mind. The migraine had peaked before full intensity, but it still gave him slightly blurred vision. Although he wasn't sure his vision was to blame for so grossly misreading the label.

He moved to the window, putting one hand on the cool glass. It had warmed up today, though the night was still chilly. Perhaps the sudden warm front, heralded by the glorious storm the day before, had started this physical chain reaction. Had it rained at home? He hoped so; Leo loved the rain like he did.

He scowled at his reflection. Leo wasn't tortured anymore. Leo had already claimed a mate; how dare he gloat about it over the phone-

Donatello shook his head, and then groaned when his migraine roared in his ears. Those thoughts weren't his own, he was absolutely certain, but they scared him nonetheless.

"Wha'cha so mad about? Was I gone that long?"

Donnie whirled, gasping when he caught sight of his brother in the doorway. Raphael had his good hand on the doorframe, leaning against it gently. His shoulders nearly filled the narrow space even with one arm in the sling. The light from the room behind him illuminated his outline, casting his face in shadow except for his glittering golden eyes.

Raphael was a god. His own personal savior.

Donatello nearly tripped over his own feet as he sprinted across the room and gripped Raphael in a tight embrace.

"Ow! Shit, Don, watch m'arm," Raphael snapped, drawing away slightly. "Ya said you'd be careful."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Donnie breathed between soft kisses he trailed up Raphael's shoulder to his neck. The strong scent of soap mingled with Raph's own musky scent, weakening Donnie's knees as his head spun. He wrenched his thoughts mightily in an effort to concentrate on a single question.

"Did you get your cast wet?" Donnie asked fretfully, probing it gently with a hand.

"Nah, s'fine," Raphael chuckled as he pressed himself against Donnie, edging them toward the bed.

"I could've helped," Donnie said, giving him a sly smirk.

"I have a feelin' we wouldn't've made it back to the bed if ya did," Raph teased back.

"Nope," Donnie said honestly. He grinned as he pivoted Raphael on his feet, then pushed him back on the bed. He swiftly climbed in Raph's lap, straddling his legs with his own before pressing his mouth against his.

Donatello shivered as Raphael gasped; his hot tongue boldly licking at the edges of Donnie's mouth. He eagerly met the exploration with his own, drawing Raph's tongue into his mouth and suckling gently on it.

Raphael groaned from the pleasure bolting down his spine, then smiled when he felt Donnie shudder once. He wrapped his tongue around Donnie's, pulling it back into his mouth this time, relishing his slightly minty taste. Finally he had to pull back to drag air into his lungs, and Donnie collapsed against his shoulder, panting.

"Keep- Keep touching me," Donatello begged, grabbing Raph's hand and placing it on his side. "It gives me something to focus on, to stay above what- whatever this is."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Raphael growled, turning his head to plant kisses and soft bites along his cheek. His hand obediently trailed up Donnie's plastron, his fingers catching in the small grooves between the plates and pressing gently.

"Th- That's better," Donnie whispered against his shoulder. "Raphie, are you absolutely sure about this?"

"Yeah." Raphael sucked in a breath sharply when Donnie melded against his cast. "Absolutely. I'm- I'm as ready as I'm gonna be. If you'll fuckin' watch the arm."

"Damn. Raphie, I'm so sorry!" Donatello bit his lip, his eyes clouding. "Where would you be most comfortable?"

"Anywhere ya can't get on my arm!" Raphael chuckled.

"Okay…" Donnie's eyes darted to the bed, then he crawled out of Raph's lap and laid back on his shell. "Get on top of me."

Raphael felt the last of his tension melt away when he heard the desire dripping from his brother's soft voice. Awkwardly he moved to straddle Donnie, struggling to keep his weight supported with one hand. Donnie wrapped his hands around his hips, doing his best to guide him. His grip clenched Raphael's thighs as pain shot through them.

"Wait, wait, wait," Donnie pleaded. "My turn to say ow!"

"Wha'?" Raphael froze, his eyes widened.

"Really hurts," Donnie panted. His hands scrabbled under his plastron, sighing in relief when he pulled his cock free.

"Oh. Sorry," Raphael muttered, flushing darkly as he slid backwards to place his weight on Donnie's thighs.

"Better," Donnie breathed heavily, giving him a teasing smile. "I deserved it."

"Pfft. Jus' an accident." His hand wandered down Donnie's plastron, his breathing racing as his hand slowly drew closer to his swollen erection. It was already weeping precum, and Raphael briefly wondered how long he'd been like this. No wonder he'd seemed like he was in physical pain as well.

Donatello moaned loudly when Raph finally wrapped his hand around his base, his wide fingers splaying to touch as much of him as possible.

"R- Raphie, if- if it's okay, could we- we try that some other time?" Donnie panted. "I can't- I need you now-,"

"Hmph, an' ya say I'm impatient," Raphael grumbled, squeezing gently as his hand slid up the shaft.

"I know, I'm sorry, please," Donnie begged, tilting his hips toward Raph's hand. "N- Next time we'll do more, go slower; I promise."

Raphael felt himself flush again, feeling a twin warmth spreading across his chest. "Already want a next time, huh?"

"As soon as you say we can," Donnie replied, smiling up at him as a hand ran softly up Raph's arm.

"Damn, how do ya do that?" Raphael whispered, shivering at the touch.

"Do what?" Donnie paused a second, puzzled.

Raphael shifted upwards, gently rubbing the edge of his plastron against Donnie's bobbing cock. He grinned when he saw Donnie's eyes roll in the back of his head. "Make me feel like- like I'm everythin'."

"That's easy. You are."

"Goddamn sap," Raphael said gruffly, though he was still grinning.

"You said you- you didn't mind," Donnie said, his voice breaking when he saw Raphael's thighs bunch as he raised himself slightly. "Wait- Wait, Raphie, we have to- Hang on, wait- Mmmm."

Raphael's hand had guided Donnie's cock to his entrance and he lowered himself, ever so gently, pressing his head against a ring of muscle.

"I- I told ya I was as ready as I could be," Raphael said, grinning triumphantly at Donnie's shocked expression. "Now stay still." He placed his good hand on Donnie's shoulder, his weight falling on it as he struggled to take in more.

"Slow," Donnie cautioned, even as he fought the urge to buck his hips into him.

"Yeah," Raphael panted, squeezing his eyes shut at the odd sensation. "No problem." He kneaded his fingers into Donnie's muscles, his smile returning when he heard the first of Donnie's churrs rumble beneath them. "Damn, Don. That's sexy."

"Glad you approve," Donnie gasped, his hands flying to Raphael's hips and trying to tug him down. "Raphie, more. If- If you can."

"Ya just said slow!" Raphael teased.

"Sorry," Donnie sighed, but Raph briefly moved his hand to cover Donnie's mouth.

"I was jus' teasin'. I'm happy ya like this." Raphael's breath caught in his throat as he complied, lowering himself further. He paused once more, then allowed his legs to relax, letting his brother fill him completely. The exquisite moans ripped from Donnie's throat drowned out the residual pain.

"F- Feel good?" Raphael panted, leaning back to rest his weight on his legs.

"Raphie," Donnie purred, his hands sliding over Raphael's bunched thighs, "you are my god."

Raphael nearly crumpled at his honest answer, his skin crawling with pleasure as he grinned proudly. He floated lazily in that momentary pleasure until Donnie's searching hands dragged him back to reality.

Donatello hummed contentedly as he pulled Raphael's dick into his hands. His soft moan crescendoed into a wordless shout when Raphael thrust gently into his grasp.

"Raphie, can- can you move again?" Donnie begged. "That felt so good."

Raphael barely registered his words as he rocked his hips forward into Donnie's squeezing grip.

"Raphie, more," Donnie pleaded, sliding his hands to the head of Raphael's throbbing flesh. "Please."

"Quit with- with the 'please's," Raph growled, grinning down at him. "Ya sound like Leo."

Donatello laughed as a thought struck him. "Can- Can you imagine him and Mikey? Yes and please and thank you?"

Raphael paused for a moment, leaning over his brother as he laughed with him. "Oh gods, oh gods, poor Mike!"

"Bless Mikey," Donnie replied, renewing his stroking down Raphael's cock. "Means I get to have you."

"Don…" He balanced his weight on his legs so he could reach over to brush Donnie's face lovingly. "I'd like to see Leo try to come after ya now. I'll ram my fist down his throat 'fore I let him get within ten feet of ya."

"So I'm all yours?" Donnie's voice was low and timid, a sharp contrast to his urgent hands tugging on his plastron.

Raphael's eyes narrowed as he lifted himself, then slammed down to Donnie's hips. "Any doubt of that?"

"Raphie!" Donnie writhed beneath him, his wide eyes burning with lust. "You're mine. Mine." He gave in and bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into Raphael hard.

"Shit!" Raphael gasped, his hand clamping to Donnie's cheek desperately for stability. "Wha'- Wha' was that?"

In response, Donnie thrust again, and Raphael felt pleasure travel up his sides and seep into his brain like a drug. "Wha' is that?" he repeated, panting.

"That," Donnie said, accentuating each word with a thrust, "is- a- prostate."

"Wha' the fuck is gyaaah!"

"Forgot to mention that," Donnie said, his eyes twinkling. "You want the explanation now or later?"

"Later!" Raphael yelled as Donnie moved again. "Just keep- keep doin' that!"

Donatello churred loudly, finally letting the insistent need to mate cloud his judgment. He fought to keep enough presence of mind to concentrate on his hands wrapped around Raphael's rocking dick, determined to give him his release as well. He shivered when he heard Raphael churr deeply in response, the sound washing over his senses and melting his last mental defenses. He cried and whimpered Raphael's name, feeling tension knotting in his stomach and stretching across his chest.

Raphael's hand gripped Donnie's shoulder again to steady him as his body rocked and shook to meet each thrust. Sparks swam in his vision each time he sank down onto Donnie's pulsing shaft. His focus was broken when he realized Donnie was tensing underneath him, mindlessly shouting in pleasure.

"Don? Don?" Raphael gasped, digging his nails into his skin to recapture his attention. "Don."

"What?" Donnie gasped between chanting his name.

Raphael flushed, and part of him was amazed he could still feel embarrassed at this stage. "Cl- Claim yer mate."

Donatello's rationality melted at the words, his entire world focused at where he met Raphael. He thrust wildly, only mildly ashamed that he was racing to his climax, his body screaming for release.

Raphael watched with fascination as Donnie's hooded eyes burned into his, his name repeated on his lips, his voice thick and hoarse. He leaned back to wrap his hand around Donnie's, helping his grasping fingers pump his dick faster. He shivered as he felt heat pooling along his spine, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He felt Donnie's pace increase, slamming himself against that supersensitive place deep within him, and he was determined to push him over the edge.

"Claim me, Donnie," Raphael panted. He felt a feral grin spread across his face as Donnie writhed and shouted once more, shuddering under him as he filled him with a hot warmth. He thrust one more time, and Raphael gasped as he hit that special spot. He groaned Donnie's name as his legs clamped around his brother, rocking forward into his grasp and coating his fingers as he came.

Donnie gave a series of half-thrusts as he relaxed against the bed, completely spent, his hands flopping to his sides wetly. Raphael barely had the energy to list to his side, dragging Donnie to him as he fell, panting, against the bed. They laid there in silence, catching their breath, softly touching each other in lieu of words.

It was nearly a half hour later before Raphael ventured to speak.

"Feel better?" he purred, rubbing his forehead against Donnie's.

"Better than I've ever been in my entire life," Donnie replied, carefully curling to his chest.

"Same here."

"You're alright?" Donnie asked, raising his head slightly, his eyes darkening in concern.

"I ache a bit," Raphael admitted. "Well, quite a bit. But I really don't give a flyin' flip."

"I've got some aspirin if you want some," Donnie offered, closing his eyes as he returned his head to the crook of Raphael's arm.

"Maybe. It ain't unbearable." He pulled Donnie closer, a stupid grin curling his mouth. "Don, I think this may come as a surprise…"

"Hmm?"

"I think ya forgot to tell me gay sex is great."

Donnie laughed, shaking in his embrace. "Yeah, sorry about that. It's great. There."

"Now get some rest," Raphael said, nuzzling his nose to Donnie's.

"Sec." Donnie sat up, unrolling the crocheted blanket at the foot of the bed and throwing it over them. "Will do."

Raphael watched Donnie closely until his even breathing told him he was asleep. Only then did he relax and follow him.

[Author's Note]
I couldn't resist the silly chapter title!
Holy crap, monster of a chapter. o.0 Somehow, I don't think I'll get complaints, though.
Hey guys- we will be going back to the beginning of the week to see how Leo and Mike's week went, once we finish out Raph and Don's. So don't worry- you'll get LeoxMike smut and silliness soon!
Oh, and, uh, someone mentioned how can they 'high-five' with three fingers? Well 'high-five' is simply a term. While it's also descriptive, reading "Raph gave Mikey a high-three," just sounds… silly. To me.