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Chapter One
Prompt: Gaze
Rating: M
Pairing(s): Leonardo/Donatello
Tags: Turtlecest (TMNT), Action, Romance, Established Relationship, Sexual Tension
Summary: A sparring session takes a turn when Donatello finds he can't look away.

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It wasn't often that Donatello found himself with nothing to do.

The van was all tuned up, he'd just finished an overhaul of the lair's security system and he wasn't running any new tests or experiments. So, when Leonardo found him standing in the middle of the living room looking like a lost puppy, he'd had no reason to decline the leader's invitation to spar.

That was an hour ago. Now they were both completely drenched in sweat and locked in a battle of wills. Somewhere along the way Don had realized he was actually holding his own against his older brother, and that was a thrilling new discovery for him. Usually, Leo managed to gain the upper hand within ten or fifteen minutes when they were paired up with each other.

Donatello never took it personally; Leo simply spent more time training. But something about this time was different. Every offensive move Leo made, Don matched with one of his own, and the look in his brother's eyes said everything he needed to know about how surprising this was for both of them.

They circled and lunged, dodged and rolled, never once taking their eyes off each other and every time it looked like Leo was about to secure a win, Don would force the play and take the advantage back. There was an electricity building in the air that crackled across his skin. It was making him jittery, but somehow that only seemed to enhance his concentration. He was locked in Leonardo's gaze, as if that cinnamon stare bound them together and Don was using it to siphon a never-ending stream of energy. Closer and closer they circled, refusing to give even an inch, until Don could feel Leo's hot breath on his face.

There was a surreal moment as they spun, when Donatello realized that he had disarmed his brother, his blades nowhere to be seen. But he only had a second to bask in the reality of that achievement when Leo surged forward, taking hold of his bo staff in a white knuckled grip, trying to use it as leverage to pull Don off his feet. But the genius wouldn't be dislodged. Leo's eyes filled his vision, anchoring his stance, giving him the strength to preserve his advantage.

Donatello should have known it was a momentum that couldn't be maintained.

He blinked. It was involuntary, completely outside of his control, an itch of dry air in the corners of his eyes he couldn't ignore, and the second his eyelids lowered, Leonardo made his move.

His blue banded brother dropped into a crouch, pulling the staff down and spinning on the balls of his feet, kicking Don's legs out from under him. The genius crashed to the mat and instantly Leo was on him, straddling his hips, hooking his feet over Don's shins to hold him in place. Donatello reached up to push his brother off and Leo caught his arms, pinning them over his head with his own staff pressing down on his wrists.

Their beaks were a breath apart, both panting from the exertion as they silently stared into each other's eyes.

"Do you yield?" Leonardo finally asked.

"I'm pretty sure I was winning." Donatello huffed in defiance.

Leo tilted his head, holding Don in his laser sharp gaze. "Alright. If you can break my hold… then we'll call it a draw."

Simple enough. Yeah right.

Don pulled on his wrists, but the staff wouldn't budge. Leo's weight was cutting off the circulation to his fingers. He tried to lift his hips, but his brother was too heavy, all he managed was a quick bucking motion that bumped the bottom edges of their plastrons against each other.

In unison they gasped.

"Come on, Donnie." Leo breathed. "You can do better than that."

He really did try, the last thing he wanted to do was admit defeat, but Leonardo was seated too securely; and his eyes, his unblinking stare that sent sparks shooting down Don's spine, held him far more resolutely than even the strongest rope could.

One second Don was pressing upward, trying to break free, and the next Leo was pushing down, grinding the bulges in their plastrons together and suddenly this wasn't about the match anymore.

Donatello didn't need to concede, they both knew he had lost. That was fine though, because when Leo swooped down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, Don couldn't remember why it even mattered in the first place.

~*~ tmnt ~*~