Donatello was beyond exhausted yet he wouldn't tell them. There was too much to be done and too little time to do it. All expectations fell to him to get things done and maintain order in their home. The work once divided between him and the eldest now resting on his shoulders alone, seeing as Leo had been gone for well over a year.
Master Splinter was sick; he had been for some time. The last winter storm had taken its toll on his when he failed to get the heaters up and running before it hit. That is why he sat here, going over the many pills April had brought him earlier and sorting them for the week. Ensuring the right dosage for his frail father.
Mikey had been out all day earning money as Cawabunga Carl. After taking out money for gas and a small portion for himself, he gave the rest to him to help pay for the finances. Food, car insurance, medicine and whatever else he saw fit. It was a small earning but Donnie rarely used it. Instead he stored it away for Mikey. He made enough as an IT rep to cover their living costs.
Raph was not taking the absence of their brother well. He harbored deep resentment toward Leo for leaving in the first place. It got worse when the letters stopped. That anger and hatred turned toward him, when their father named him the leader in place of the eldest, a position he thought was rightfully his as the second son. He did not treat him with the same respect he had Leo. He blew him off every time he spoke, pushed past him when he asked questions on where he had been all night or just rolled his eyes and went to his room.
He sighed softly as he closed the final container and set it off to the side. He then gathered the pills and set them in a bin marked with their father's name. Once done he walked to the kitchen to brew another pot of coffee. Raph was not home yet, despite it being nearly four am. The tracker he built into the bike showed he was on the move again after stopping near Casey's place. No doubt the two were out drinking again. This made him frown. He hated a drunken Raph. Sober Raph was vulgar and cruel. Drunken Raph could not be reasoned with.
There would be no sleep this night. His shift for work started at seven and he still had a list of other things to do. The lair would not fix itself and sadly no matter how many timed he tried to stay ahead, more things would need his attention.
A loud slam was heard down the tunnel. Raph was on his way home and right now, Donnie was in no mood for him. He was going to wake up Mikey and their father and both were in need of rest.
The coffee finished just as the red clad turtle walked in. "Aw shit…" he grumbled upon seeing him. "Gotta deal with fuck'en fearless junior and god dem lecture…" his brother stumbled forward. The pungent smell of alcohol was on his breath, making Donnie wrinkle his nose. "Not a' night sweetheart…" he tapped his face a bit harder then he intended. "Daddy had er long night."
Donnie sighed. "If you insist on coming home late, would you please be considerate enough to keep it down? There are others trying to rest. Our father is very sick and our baby brother has work tomorrow." He crossed his arms over his chest.
The larger turtle scuffed. "An' whatta bout you Donnie boy?" he placed both hands on either side of him. His body moving closer as a smirk formed on his face. "Were ya wait'en ta holler at me or…" he moved his beak to his ear slit. "Were yer so lonely ya wanted yer daddy?"
He pushed him away, causing his brother to stumble back and catch himself on the table. "Stop it, Raph. You are clearly drunk and I do not have the energy to deal with you. Just go to your room and sleep it off." He turned away and grabbed a fresh coffee cup. He hated when he was like this.
Hands snaked around him waist, pulling him close. "Oh, I'm not good enough am I?" he nipped at the back of his neck. "Yer want'en fearless…yer always wanted 'em but he wouldn't even look yer way."
The current leader clenched his jaw. Anger was building in him, yet he had to reminds himself that his brother was drunk and wanted to get a rise from him. "Go to bed." He picks up the pot of hot coffee and began to pour it.
"How many nights did ya touch yerself to 'im? How many times did ya call out his name before yer realized he never spared ya a second glance?" he pressed his body against the back of his brother. "Poor Donnie…always giv'en everyone just what they want…" he licked the back of his neck. "…never asken shit in return…fuck'en pussy…"
He slammed the pot of coffee down, shattering the glass and burning himself in the process. He didn't care though. Snapping his head up he pushed his brother back again, this time knocking him on his ass. "I said go to bed Raphael." He spoke in a firm commanding voice.
Oh the look in his brother's face was enough to know that he had crossed that thin line again. He was able to block the one hand but his exhaustion made him slow to respond to the second. The grip was painful as he tried to free himself. "Raph stop, you are hurting me."
A hard yank and he was pressed against his brother's Plastron, arm bent behind him at a painful angle. "I fuck'en hate that face…" he growled out. Using his free hand to grab his chin and force him to look into his eyes. "Ya look so much like 'im…make's me sick…" his hand snaked down his shell and to his ass. "Mine…"
Donnie didn't need this. He raised his hand fully intent on smacking some sense into his brother, yet before he could connect his wrist was caught. "Raph I love you, I really do but please…this isn't you and all I want is for you to go to bed…" he was dragged toward the lab. His heart pounding in his chest. "Come on, don't do this. Not again, you swore you wouldn't…"
"That was before ya tried ta hit me, before ya started to try and command me." He pushed him in and closed the door, locking it behind him. "I fuck'en hate when ya act like 'em. He don't love ya. He never did." He pushed the papers and components of his latest project off the desk in one swift movement. There was no doubt whatever it was is broken but he couldn't find it in himself to give a damn. "Easy 'er hard Donnie boy…"
"Raph just stop, go to bed and we can talk about this when you are sober, okay?" He knew it was a long shot. Whenever he was like this, he always over powered him. One of the many arguments on why he deserved to be leader. Yet, this very reason was one on why it was better that Donnie was.
The twin sais were removed from his belt, singing in harmony as he twirled them in the air. "I love when ya play hard ta get." He bolted at him.
He moved out of the way and ran toward his bo. Clutching it in he hands in time to push his brother back. "Enough Raph!" He was tired of his games. The sais sang with each thrust, even in his drunken state, he was still a skilled fighter. "Raph, I don't want to fight you."
His bow was split in two, one piece flying one way and the other in the opposite direction, leaving him open. A well placed kick sent him flying into the empty desk, soon his brother was on him. Pinning him to the desk with his weight, using his sai to pull the purple mask from his face, leaving a shallow cut on his temple that now bleed. Both his writs fit easily in one hand, allowing the other to tie them together with the stolen fabric. Once pleased that he would not escape, he turned him to face the desk.
Donnie felt his carapace press against his brother's plastron, his bound wrists were pulled over his brother's head, preventing him from moving much. Raph used his now free hands to lift those olive knees onto the desk, placing him in the delicious position where his cock would be perfectly in line with his cloaca. "Raphie please…"
A free hand snaked up his plastron and around his neck, giving a bruising squeeze. "Too little, too late…" he kissed the soft flesh on the side of his neck. "Besides…aint like yer a virgin."
Red eyes looked away. Locking on the half wilted roses on the table adjacent to them. His brother's gift and last broken promise to not put him through this again. Each time Raph got more and more aggressive. Marks remained from their last encounter and Mikey had even commented that he should talk to Raph about how dangerous the kinks were. Donnie would never tell his baby brother the truth. It would crush him and the team. What little their family had left was held by the thread of him calming his brother down by allowing him to use him like this. "So crude…"
The large rough hand slapped his ass, leaving a red mark in its shape that would no doubt leave a bruise in its place. "The bitch don't talk back Donnie…" he smacked him again, hoping to hear that strained voice cry out in pain. He smirked when he heard nothing. One of the many reasons he loved Don was that he was good at staying silent. It made it all the more challenging for him. "Shoulda put that fuck'en beak ta betta use." He grumbled to himself. "Could always do make ya clean me off…" he hummed at the thought.
He remained silent. Knowing it was a game to him. Raph listened to him in front of the others, followed his lead. Yet at times like this, when they were alone Raph took command. Ruling their coupling with an iron fist when it came to drunken Raph. When his brother started their mating, he was drunk most nights. Since then times like this were far fewer, much to his relief.
Sober Raph was preferred. He actually cared and was quite romantic. Often times going out of his way to romance him before taking him to bed. Sober Raph was passionate and caring. One of the many things he loved about him. Yet, nights like this often made times like those all the sweeter.
"No lube ta night babe, aint got the fuck'en patients ta prep." He smacked his ass again and heard his mate's breath hitch. "Mhmmm, knew ya wouldn't complain." Another slap, his olive skin was now an angry red. "I know how ya just love taken my thick cock up yer cunt." He pressed the tip against his slit, waiting for him to beg for it. "Come on, beg like I taught ya. Like a good lil bitch." When he got no response he huffed. The bitch hadn't even dropped down. Stubborn really. Another reason he enjoyed him.
A hand gripped his throat, squeezing it just enough to make breathing difficult. Breath play was one of Raph's favorite forms of torment. One he enjoyed because it cause his body to react against his will. His weakest point was his neck, longer then his brother's it was the one place on his body that drove the biggest reaction to stimulation.
Raph moved his beak to his neck, giving it a nice long lick with his tongue. A soft churr was his gift, making his cock twitch with excitement. "Mhmmm Donnie boy, love yer voice…" he pressed his beak to his soft pale neck and gave it a nice long suck. This time he got a strained churr, almost whining response. Much to his delight as he pulled away from the now formed hicky. A reminder to all of who the fuck owned him. "Ya make me weak Don…" his free hand grabbed his hip, the one on his neck loosened a bit. "Gonna fuck ya really good Donnie, I wanna hear ya…" he pulled his hips back, sheathing his thick cock inside his brother.
Donnie let out a choked sob. Closing his eyes tightly to try and will the pain away. It hurt a lot, but he knew it wouldn't last. It never did. He just needed to relax, breathe and it would be over soon. Drunken Raph never lasted long.
"Fuuuck Donnie boy…yer cunt is fuck'en tight…" his hand squeezed his neck, ensuring his mate was still able to breathe. "Gonna fill ya full of my cum…ya like that wouldn't ya bitch?" a slowly pulled out just to thrust back in. "Needed this…so fuck'en bad…"
His arms were pulled tightly, ensuring he couldn't get the proper leverage to escape. He was at the mercy of his mate. His breaths were strained because of the strong grip on his neck. The pace quickened, violently slamming his cock into his ass. Donnie clenched his jaw, trying to balance himself on the unsteady desk that shifted with each thrust. The hand on his hip was now biting into his skin, drawing small trails of blood.
"Gonna…cum…" his hips moved faster, slamming into harder with each thrust. The hand around his mate's neck tightened with bruising force, cutting off all airflow. "Oh take it baby…let daddy cum in yer tight lil…" he thrust one last time, burying himself balls deep in his mate. "CUNT!"
His body tensed, tightening around Raph's cock to urge him to cum faster. He was starting to lose consciousness. He needed to end it quickly and he successes. His mate coated his insides with his seed and after a few tense moments, his hold on his neck loosened. Slowly his arms were untied and he was dropped to the desk. His wrists were bruised and sore. Still he moved them to his neck, trying to relieve the pain on his skin.
A dark hand tapped his cheek, thumb tracing the purple colored streak on his eye. "Yer a good fuck Donnie boy. Ya did good." Donnie grabbed the hand, bringing it to his beak to kiss it. He didn't want him to go. He wanted him to stay even for a bit longer. "Cant stay, my fuck'en leader had ordered me ta bed." He smirked. "Besides, ya gotta mess ta clean up in da kitchen." He pulled his hand away earning a pitiful cry.
Red eyes watched as his mate left him there, bruised, in pain, and surrounded by scattered paper and his broken work. He sat up and hiss at the pain. His stomach turned as he felt his mate's seed slowly slide down his thighs. He looked at the calendar, noting that had it been next week that he would have been in trouble.
Reaching for the box of tissues, he cleaned himself up as best he could before he set to work on cleaning the broken electronics back on the desk. He gathered the papers and placed them in a neat stack, leaving himself a sticky note to reorganize them. From there he walked to the kitchen to get to work on the broken glass and spilled coffee.
He should have put a stop to it. He should have said no to him. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he whipped the coffee from the counter.
He couldn't say no because he loved him too much. Raph had saved him from himself nearly a year ago. Back when Leo left and the letters stopped. When Splinter sought to focus on him as a leader, often comparing him to his seemingly perfect brother while he could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes. When his world seemed the darkest, it was Raphael who helped him find the light again. For that he would love him unconditionally.