A/N: That Leo/Donnie moment in here hopefully won't bother no one ;3 I love them
Prompt: Candy
Day: February 6th
Pairing: Raph/Mikey
Series: TMNT 2012
"Raph? Where are you? Shit's getting serious! We're outta candy!" Mikey just practically had a meltdown as he had rummaged through the depot of food on his quest to find something eatable. As he looked out, Raph wasn't there as well. Where was his boyfriend when he was needed? He slumped down on the floor. Hungry and alone. Just great.
As Raph came back half an hour later he perked up, hearing the rattling of bags. Groceries! Raph had been shopping without him? He stood up, yawning as he did. It was already late and he could use something before bed. He grinned like a maniac as the bags were trusted into his waiting hands, the contents seemed to smell heavenly. As he looked inside he found some chocolate croissants, still warm and a coffee.
Scrambling over to a waiting Raphael he plopped into his lap, taking a drag of the offered cigarette and biting into his treat. He moaned happily as the warm mousse touched his taste buds and heard Raph chuckling behind him. He could get used to this. Never leaving his bed again, just cuddling up against Raph, who was his savior by the way. Because, really, food, coffee and cigarettes? He loved this guy.
Donatello's eyes burned in their sockets, too long since he had last blinked. He stared at the popsicle stash next to his brother's cat. Damn he missed them. Where they ok? It wasn't like they hadn't phoned their shell cells, but Mikey's was dead and Raph didn't answer. He closed the door softly, the cat shooting him a sad look.
"Don." Leo. Warm hands on his shoulders. Hot breath in his neck. "Leo. Just what is happeningß" His voice broke mid sentence. The skilled palms started rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles. "Come." He guided his younger brother over to the table, pressing him into a chair. Then the hands were gone, leaving his sick looking skin chilled, only to be replaced by a soft warm blanket.
Leo was already preparing a big mug of coffee. After the steaming liquid had been pushed into his shaking and clammy fingers a few chocolate croissants were set on the table. Leo sat in front of him, looking exhausted but not as bad as the tallest one. "Eat. You'll need your strength."
"I don't think I have much left."
It was admitted as a whisper, but the oldest heard. Somehow Leo always heard him.
His free hand was grasped by the leader, who then lowered his head as if he wanted to kiss it. Donnie's breath caught in his throat. Instead Leonardo touched it to his icy forehead, maskless eyes pale.
"I know. But I try to be strong for both of us."
It was admitted as a whisper too.