Chapter Twenty-Three: Hitchhiker

AN: THANK YOU ALEXLUKE, GIRAFFECHAN, and RAP BEAR for your AWESOME PATRONAGE AND FEEDBACK on all my stories and sneak peek chapters! (more DomLeo on the way!) Your kindness and critique is greatly appreciated!

AN2: Yup, as everyone guessed, the little shit at the door is Mikey. Time to start the chaos. HAHA!

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Sable gaped at the turtle on the doorstep grinning wolfishly. She tightened her grip on her robe, well aware of her nakedness and the moisture still dripping between her legs, and heard Donnie thunder behind her.

"Dammit, Mikey! What are you doing here?" Donnie yelled, storming up behind Sable to glare at his guilty little brother. His question was answered when he looked past Mikey to see the back doors of the van standing wide open.

"Umm, I kinda slept in the van last night," Mikey said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wanted to meet your lady and didn't think you'd bring her by with Leo being a crabby shell." Mikey threw a charming smile to Sable and winked. "How's it going, baby?"

"Mikey," Donnie growled threateningly.

"Pleasure to meet you," Sable said, having a feeling this turtle was going to be trouble. She stepped aside, "Please, come in."

"No, he's going straight home!" Donnie snapped, fists drawn at his sides.

Sable didn't miss the cheeky waggle Mikey gave his brother. Not wanting to waste time with the siblings bickering, and deciding to take control of the situation, she spoke up.

"No, he can stay. We need the help. Work will go much faster with an extra pair of hands."

Mikey faltered, stepping into the kitchen and looking around. He zeroed in on the fridge and grinned.

"You two go have some private time. I'll work on breakfast."

Sable and Donnie didn't miss the innuendo. Donnie glowered, but Sable scoffed.

"See, Donnie? We have a maid, and then after breakfast, he can help you with the wiring," Sable said, grasping Donnie's hand.

Donnie's expression softened immediately.

"He's not coming anywhere near the electricity. Had enough of his wiring abilities. Don't think I could survive another electrocution."

"Then he can help me clean out the attic," Sable said, throwing a look to Mikey, who perked up, a carton of eggs in hand. "He has a lot of muscle. The heavy stuff should be easy for him."

Mikey flexed, showing off his bicep.

"I'm more than muscles. I'm also a pretty face, and oozing charm."

"Oh, you're oozing something, alright,' Donnie sighed, anger subsiding a few degrees.

He was glad Sable wasn't upset. If anything, she readily accepted his brother. There was hope when she met the other two. Though it was difficult to say who was the surliest asshole at the moment, Leo or Raph. Donnie only hoped Sable was as accepting of them as she inevitably was of Mikey.

"I'm going to get changed," Sable said, pointing a finger to each turtle in turn. "Don't break the dishes or burn anything until I get back."

"Moi?" Donnie asked, feigning hurt.

Sable disappeared upstairs. Donnie waited until she was gone, then grabbed Mikey roughly by the shell. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Uhhh, making scrambled eggs?" Mikey asked innocently.

"What are you doing here?" Donnie hissed, not letting go of Mikey even though he was squirming from pain. "You could have seriously jeopardized my relationship with Sable! How could you be so dimwitted?"

Donnie gave Mikey a violent shake, wanting to pick up the pan and throttle his annoying sibling.

Mikey warded off Donnie's hold and slapped his hand away when he attempted to get another grip on his shell.

"Back off, Don. She's cool. I could tell by talking to her with Raph. She's totally head over shell for you, and if you two want to be serious, I need to vet her. See if she's worthy of my favorite, geeky brother."

Donnie scowled.

"She doesn't need to be 'vetted.' This is my relationship. I decide if and when to introduce her to my family! You are way out of line, Mikey!"

"Chill," Mikey started, but Donnie punched his arm, a little harder than necessary.

"Stop! Just…stop," Donnie said.

He sighed heavily, scrubbing a hand over his face. Having Mikey here complicated things. Sable didn't seem to mind his presence, but Donnie most certainly did. No more nudity and random sex. Now they were to be careful, and find quiet times when Mikey was distracted to be intimate.

"Bro, it's cool," Mikey said, nudging Donnie with his shoulder. He had that annoying way of appearing as a beaten puppy, making anger and frustration melt away and forgive him. "I can sleep in the barn if you want to play Tail Time."

Donnie narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to admit that was the first thing that popped into his mind.

Waving dismissively, Donnie said, "You can't. It's packed with junk. You'll have to sleep on the couch."

"Or I could sleep in the truck," Mikey said, now feeling self conscious. It just occurred to him if the situation was reversed, he'd be embarrassed to have one of his brothers in the house while he bedded his mate.

"Don't be silly," Sable said, joining them. She had changed into faded jeans and tee shirt that appeared to be a favorite snack for a moth. "I cleaned the spare room. You can stay there. Provided you help me with the attic. You refuse, and your shell is in the doghouse."

Mikey grinned wide enough to crack his face.

"My muscles are at your command, baby!"

"Breakfast, then help Donnie unload the van, and we'll start on the attic," Sable said, checking on the food cooking on the stove. "While you're helping Donnie, I'll put new linens on the bed. Hope you don't mind pink."

"Clashes with my orange," Mikey sighed dramatically. "But if I have to…."

"You do," Sable said matter of factly. Grabbing a plate, she put on some eggs, bacon and toast. Having a younger brother, she was immune to male drama.

Donnie followed suit, settling down next to her at the table in the breakfast nook. Mikey joined them a minute later. Donnie half expected him to sidle up to Sable on the other side, but Mikey seated himself opposite, giving the couple a respectful distance.

Maybe he was learning after all.

Then Donnie felt Mikey's foot rubbing his ankle. His brow waggled suggestively. Donnie sighed and kicked Mikey's shin, earning a painful cry.

Sable didn't bother asking. She has siblings. She knew when one was being a pest. Hoping to quell their argument, she spoke.

"So, what all do you plan on doing today, Donnie?"

Donnie glared at Mikey for a moment before answering Sable.

"Get the new fuse box set up and install a few cameras in the eaves on the west side of the house."

"Are you turning the power off?" Sable asked.

The attic was dark from so much junk crammed up there. She and Mikey would have to rely on flashlights until they worked their way to the center of the room, where they could utilize the overhead light.

"Probably not today," Donnie said. "Set up will take a few hours and then I'll have to have the power off for some time. Don't want to throw you into the dark while you're trying to work."

"Much appreciated," Sable said, placing her hand on Donnie's arm.

"Are you two gonna start kissing?" Mikey asked. "Cause I can leave the room."

Two sets of annoyed eyes pierced his flippancy. He ate in silence, chastised for the moment.

Sable finished her plate and placed it in the dishwasher. Both turtles followed suit, Mikey grinning with a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth. He plucked another one from the pan and headed to the van with Donnie. There were only a couple of boxes that needed to be unpacked, hence why Mikey had so much room to sleep.

Once Mikey sat down the heavy box on the doorstep, he started toward the bowels of the house, where Sable would be waiting to put him work, when Donnie grasped his arm, halting his momentum.

"Behave yourself," Donnie warned darkly. He wasn't one to get angry or launch into a physical assault, but in order to protect Sable from Mikey's sometimes crude and highly inappropriate language, Donnie had to make Mikey aware of boundaries. "You do everything she says. Do not make crude jokes. Do not insinuate anything of a sexual nature. Do not embarrass her. Do not make her cry."

"Dude!" Mikey snorted. "What kind of a monster do you think I am?"

"Sometimes you're inappropriate, Mikey," Donnie said without softening the blow. "You're obnoxious and disrespecting. An embarrassment."

Mikey's expression faltered.

"An embarrassment?"

"You say things that you think are funny, but it makes others feel uncomfortable or belittled." Donnie didn't hold back. Many times Mikey had said or done something to embarrass his family. And it was time he grew up. They were adults now. Childishness was beneath them. "It's time to grow up, Mikey. Act like adults. Be respectable and honorable."

Mikey gave a nod of understanding but there was genuine hurt in his blue eyes.

"I'll do better. Promise."

Donnie placed his hand on Mikey's arm for reassurance. Mikey stepped forward, curling into Donnie's chest, pulling him into a hug. Donnie spoke in his ear.

"I love her, Mikey. I don't want to lose her."

"I know,' Mikey whispered back. "We'll love her as much as you do. You'll see."

Their bro love-fest was interrupted by Sable's voice.

"Donnie, you mind letting go of my helper so I can put him to work?" Sable asked, standing in the doorway, hands on hips, observing the two hugging turtles.

Donnie grinned, turning Mikey around and nudging him toward Sable.

"He's all yours."

"Great," Sable said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. "Let's put those muscles to use and start on the attic."

"Yes, Ma'am," Mikey said, throwing a triumphant grin toward his brother. "At your service. I'm your little work turtle!"

Donnie watched the two disappear into the house and prayed he didn't need to throttle his brother.

But Donnie needn't worry. Mikey happily climbed the stairs with Sable, she nearly bumping into his butt as he halted at the top of the attic stairs.

"Dude! This place is filthy! Worse than my room!"

Mikey stepped aside, allowing Sable to stand next to him on the stairs. There wasn't much room for them to stand in the attic, as it appeared every available inch was occupied by junk and a good inch thick coat of dust.

"Granddad got too old to climb the stairs," Sable said, turning on the two flashlights she carried. She swept the beams around the cluttered entrance. "Gotta start somewhere."

"Can't we just torch the place?" Mikey quipped, picking up a giant dome lampshade ripped on one side. "Who keeps this kind of junk?"

"Packrats," Sable said matter of factly. "Garage is even worse. The bedrooms were pretty bad. Master bedroom was fairly devoid of stuff, but granddad made up for it by packing the other three. I've finished two, so there's only one with a few boxes left. It can wait until later though."

"So, what do you want me to do with this stuff?" Mikey asked, snout twitching before he sneezed.

"We're going to make three piles," Sable said, hoisting up a trash bag and leading the way down the sturdy stairs. "Junk to toss out. Stuff to donate to charity. And things we might want to keep or can be sold."

"I feel like a scavenger hunter and Indiana Jones all rolled into one," Mikey giggled.

"Stuff to save can go in the bedroom there, where I'm gonna store everything until I can go through it." Sable pointed to a bedroom at the far end of the hall.

Mikey held up the broken mismatched lamp shades stacked six deep, and a trash bag clutched in his other hand. "And this?"

"We see what's in them," Sable said, tearing open the bag she carried. She pulled out clothes, musty with dry rot. She was afraid to put her hand too far into the bag, as it could contain mice or something sharp. "Pitch em."

Mikey followed her downstairs to the front door, where she opened it and tossed the bag onto the front porch.

Back up the stairs the two plodded.

"I'll go through stuff and what gets tossed, you take to the porch," Sable said, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

"Righty-o!" Mikey exclaimed brightly.

Sable found fourteen more bags of clothes, which Mikey tossed down the stairs, making a pile that he would have to move to the porch. Sable couldn't move a large box, so Mikey stepped up, lifting it easily into his arms and took it down the stairs, where Sable could examine the contents via the hallway light and sun filtering through the windows.

"What is it?" Mikey asked eagerly, hovering at her shoulder to peer into the box. "Treasure? Gold? Jewels? Secret Pizza recipe?"

"In a cardboard box stored in an attic of a farmer who passed away in his eighties?" Sable asked skeptically.

"Hey, you never know," Mikey said, staring at the flaps as Sable ripped off the last bit of tape.

"They're… figurines," Sable said, displaying a collection of dusty humanoid figures with porcelain faces. "We'll put them in the spare room, just in case they're valuable."

Mikey hauled the box into the room indicated. The attic began to open up already, even when Mikey returned and found Sable tugging on another box. His heart sank upon noticing the stack next to it. The paper came up to his nose!

"Is that…magazines?" he asked, pointing to the hard pressed pages.

"Yup," Sable sighed. "Told ya, granddad was a packrat."

"Glad we're not that bad," Mikey quipped, peering over the edge of the box she was attempting to move and finding it full of newspapers.

Sable carefully went through the box but found nothing of interest, other than fifty year old newspapers from a company that had long since gone out of business.

A few minutes later, (and several trash bags of old linens,) Sable found a dozen bags of baby clothes. They were at least forty-five years old and some were threadbare, but there were a few cute dresses she might be able to donate to a doll store or something.

"What's this?" Mikey asked, pulling out dark wooden slats.

"It's a baby bed," Sable explained, motioning to the stained mattress leaning on the wall behind the wood. "Probably the one my mother and her siblings used when they were babies."

"Oh, you better keep it," Mikey said, picking up the four wooden sides that formed the frame.

"Don't need it," Sable said, following Mikey down the stairs with the bag of baby clothes in her arms. "Put it in the pile to be sold."

Mikey paused, and not only because the bed was heavier than he anticipated, but because of Sable's directions. Curiously he tilted his head, staring at his brother's mate.

"Don't you want to keep it… for your baby?"

Sable offered a sad smile.

"Can't have kids, Mikey. When I was first diagnosed with leukemia, aggressive radiation and chemotherapy destroyed my ovaries. Can't have babies."

Mikey's big blue eyes shone with emotion. Maybe this was one of the times Donnie was talking about earlier? Hoping to rectify the situation, Mikey spoke.

"I think you should keep it. For awhile anyway. Your family may want to use it. It's an heirloom. Might want to keep the tradition."

Sable laughed.

"When my sister in law got pregnant with their first, she was offered the baby bed and freaked out." Sable adopted a high falsetto voice, imitating her sister in law. 'Oh my god! That bed is ancient! And probably coated in lead paints or varnish or something. What are you trying to do? Kill my baby with pesticides?"

"Wow," Mikey huffed. "Good thing she didn't grow up in a sewer. We slept in boxes dad got out of a dumpster."

It was Sable's turn to look sad. She had grown up with a lot of luxuries. More than most anyway. Her parents were still firm believers in working hard and bettering one's self to become the best they could possibly be. She and her siblings weren't really spoiled. Sure they got nice gifts, but there were many times their parents had said 'no' and meant it. Both backing up the statement with a firm hand when the need arose. But Sable couldn't imagine growing up living in a storm drain and having to sleep in a box. It broke her heart.

"Well, we may need a spare bed for Raph," Mikey said, hoisting the baby bed sections into his arms and carrying them into the quickly cluttering bedroom. "For when he's being a whiny little turtle."

Sable sighed, but let it go. Given Mikey's size when she saw him in person, and then recalled Raph beside him during the video chat, she knew Raph would be way too big for the baby bed. But with Mikey's sense of humor, he could use the prop.

Which was fine with Sable. When Mikey lost interest in playing with his new 'toy' she would find it a better home. If Raph didn't totally trash it in a frenzied rage at his little brother.

Lunch arrived faster than Sable realized. Her stomach growled, signaling its need for food. She waved to Mikey, who was carrying down another cabinet style sewing machine to put on the porch with the other two, and went to the kitchen to make a quick lunch.

As she washed her hands, she saw Donnie unrolling another spool of wire from the edge of the garage. She wondered what in the world he was needing so much wiring for. Then again, she wasn't electrically inclined and put her faith in his abilities.

Mikey stepped into the kitchen and Sable called, "Tell your brother it's lunchtime."

Mikey immediately went out the back door, joining Donatello as he measured off the wire. Together they walked back into the house, where Sable was making soup to go with their sandwiches.

Both turtles knew to wash up, and Mikey took it upon himself to get out dishes and set the table, copying what he saw Donnie do that morning.

Donnie studiously studied his brother and Sable, looking for any signs of discomfiture or animosity, but found both to be in good mood. Capturing Sable around the waist, he drew her near, nuzzling her soft, honey colored hair. He longed to take her to bed again, but with Mikey in the house, random sex was no longer an option. Which meant his tail was going to be throbbing most of the weekend.

Sable sighed, relaxing into his embrace, enjoying the warmth and protectiveness. Donnie sensed Mikey moving nearby. He saw his little brother quietly collect food on a plate and go to the table, allowing the couple some privacy. It was Sable who disengaged first.

"Come on, I'm starved!" she exclaimed, giving Donnie a swat to his ass before following Mikey's example.

Sitting opposite the orange banded turtle, she pointed at him with her spoon.

"We're only a fourth of the way done, so don't think about taking an afternoon nap."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Mikey smirked, though that was exactly what he was thinking. Usually, he nodded off in the afternoon, Leo always telling him it was because he stayed up all night playing video games or watching movies.

"Good, because when we're halfway done, you can carry everything to the road so it will be picked up when the garbage runs."

"Slave driver," Mikey sighed dramatically.

"And don't you forget it," Sable grinned.

Donnie felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had feared Mikey didn't listen and had said or something to make Sable uncomfortable or angry, but the two chatted as long time friends. It gave Donnie great satisfaction to see his brother being so readily accepted by the woman he loved. Sable was truly a rare gem. He was blessed to have her in his life.

Lunch finished, Sable turned on the dishwasher, and playfully grasped Mikey by the shell, marching him up the stairs to the attic.

Donnie was heading out to work on putting up cameras on the far side of the house when he phone buzzed in his pocket. Hoping Leo wasn't in a fighting mood, Donnie opened his text.

'Mikey's missing! Come home! Now!'

Donnie huffed in exasperation and replied.

'He's here. Stowaway.'

Donnie could only imagine Leo's relief upon finding out their youngest, and most troublesome, was safe and sound.

'Do me a favor? Kill him for me?'

'Will do! Lots of acreage to hide the body, too.'

A thumbs up icon appeared.

Donnie laughed and tucked his phone away, starting back to work.

Mikey proved to be quite industrious, and more than a little ornery. He found a dressmaker's dummy, nearly having a heart attack when he yanked off the sheet to find the pseudo human.

His fear was quick lived, however, as he decided to dance with the dummy. After his dance, he begged to keep it so he could decorate it and use it to scare Raph. Sable was only too happy to oblige.

Sable went downstairs to start dinner while Mikey carried the stuff piled on the porch down the sweeping drive and deposit it into a pile for pick up. Halfway through the heap, Sable called for him to get back to the attic to help her move some furniture, and like a good little turtle, he obeyed. He paid no attention to Donnie, or his surroundings. He focused on helping Sable and basking in the praise when she complimented his strength.

"Well, that's some progress, at least," Sable said, standing in the middle of the attic. The bare bulb swung on a short cord overhead, but at least now they could utilize it instead of relying on flashlights.

Mikey yawned, shell drooping a little. He wasn't used to hard work and not being able to take a nap. He frowned at a box labeled, 'Jeff' and asked Sable, "Who's Jeff? Is there a dead body chopped up in there?"

"My uncle, mom's brother, who passed away when she was a kid," Sable said, finding it sad the old and tatty box had been kept by mourning parents. She couldn't imagine her grandparents' pain of having to bury their child.

Sable pulled off the tape, which ripped and fell away as cobwebs, and opened the flaps. She smiled upon seeing the contents. She hoped her grandparents, or her late uncle, wouldn't mind if she gifted the contents to a special turtle.

"Mikey, I think you should have these," Sable said, sliding the box closer to the tired turtle.

Mikey's face lit up.

"Comics?! Dude! These are old ones. Like, first editions!"

"Well, if you don't want them," Sable started, trying to hide her grin.

Mikey gasped indignantly, reaching for the box and drawing it close.

"Girl, Shredder himself couldn't pry them out of my hands!"

Sable laughed, rising and dusting off her clothes.

"Come on, dinner should be ready. Let's go find your brother."

Mikey nodded, holding the box reverently as he descended the stairs.

"Put them in your room," Sable said, pointing to the door opposite her own. "You're not sitting through dinner with those on the table."

"Awww man!" Mikey whined, but did as he was told.

Sable waited at the top of the stairs, ready to go get him and take him to dinner if he tried to crack open his new collection. But, she needn't worry. A minute later, he exited his designated room and scuffed his feet toward Sable like a pouting child. Sable linked arms with him and escorted him down the stairs, where they found Donnie at the kitchen sink, washing his hands. He growled when he saw the couple, stepping forward to plant himself between them, showing his teeth to Mikey.

"Easy, Killer," Sable said, placing her hands on his chest. The plates vibrated under her hands. "Mikey was just escorting the lady of the house to the dinner table. He's a gentleman."

Donnie relaxed, but only a little. He glared daggers, not even easing up when Mikey cowered.

"Wash up," Sable commanded Mikey, who jumped to obey. She grinned up at Donnie, clasping his face between her hands to draw him down for a kiss. "Since Mikey worked so hard today, I gave him a box of my uncle's old comics."

Donnie licked Sable's lip and smirked. He knew Mikey had a weakness for comics. He would be occupied for most of the evening, if not all night, allowing them some private time. His thumb traced the delicate plane of her jaw, smearing the dust accumulated from her attic adventure.

"I set up a movie in the living room," Donnie said, his hand lingering along Sable's waist. "Thought we could watch it while we eat."

"Excellent!" Mikey crowed. He stepped aside, allowing Sable to go first.

Sable washed up, then filled a plate. She waited until the turtles carried plates and all went into the living room, where a flat screen glowed with a screensaver.

"Hope it ain't a chick movie," Mikey murmured, settling down in the recliner.

"In this house?" Sable gaped, putting down her plate and picking up the remote. Donnie settled next to her, his leg touching hers. She pushed play and the opening scene of a scifi/horror came on.

"Righteous," Mikey snorted, becoming absorbed in the movie.

Donnie rolled his eyes at Mikey's vocabulary. But he too became distracted, and not by the movie. Sable placed her hand on his thigh and gave him a wink. He knew to follow her lead.

They ate in silence, stealing occasional kisses. When their plates were empty, Sable tucked into Donnie's side, her hand on his chest. Randomly she would lower her hand to cup his tail, earning a deep rumble under her ear. She bit her lip and retreated. Each time she tested his girth, she found him hard and straining.

When the movie went off, Mikey grabbed for the case, wanting to see the next movie in the series, but Sable stopped him.

"Mikey, you should take a shower," Sable motioned toward him and curled her nose. "Then afterward, you can watch the second part or look through your new comics before bedtime."

Mikey's eyes glazed over.

Sable waggled a finger at the turtle, "You can stay up all night reading comics if you want, but remember, we have to get up early to finish the attic."

Mikey pursed his lips, deep in thought.

"Can we watch the movie tomorrow night? I'd rather go through the comics."

"Okay," Sable agreed, every bit a surrogate mother. "But you need to clean up first. That attic was filthy. When you're done, Donnie and I will have a bath."

"Okay," Mikey agreed, getting up and taking his plate into the kitchen. He dashed back up the stairs and within five minutes, the water was running in the spare bath.

"Bout time," Donnie growled, pinning Sable to the couch and kissing her. He didn't give her time to situate herself before he was forcing her legs open so he could lie between them, grinding intimately though both were still fully clothed. "You drive me wild, woman."

Sable gasped as he grasped her breast, squeezing it firmly as he offered a violent thrust.

"We have to make sure Mikey is distracted. Don't want him knowing what we're doing. Might make him uncomfortable."

Donnie slid his hand under her shirt, shoving her bra aside so he could pinch her nipple. Sable moaned, bowing into him with each hard tweak.

"While you were in the attic, I put tape over the keyhole, just in case he wants to peek," Donnie explained.

Sable nearly came with his forceful grinding.

"Well played."

"He won't take long, so let's get ready," Donnie said, disengaging from Sable to haul her to her feet. "He'll be impatient to read those comics."

Sable deposited the plates in the dishwasher, adding Mikey's to the mix. As she bent over to put the pots and pans on the bottom, Donnie grasped her hips and thrust hard. Sable could feel the thickness bulging, straining for release. She couldn't wait to feel those inches inside her.

Rising, Sable turned and grabbed Donnie, kissing him soundly and earning a rumbling growl in his chest.

"I put a pair of pants on his bed when I made it this morning. Didn't want to risk him going commando."

"He would," Donnie answered, hand sliding over her waist to between her legs, delighted when Sable ground into his hand. He loved it when she was needy.

The sound of running water stopped, the pipes banging in the walls as the pressure was turned off. Heavy footfalls echoed overhead. Donnie sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm going to go get ready for a bath," Sable said meaningfully. "Check on your brother and remind him to be quiet."

Donnie nodded, following Sable up the stairs. She turned right, going toward the bedroom she shared with Donnie, while Donnie steered left, heading to the door that was standing ajar. He knocked and saw Mikey sliding on the clean pair of pants Sable had put on the bed.

"We're going to have a bath," Donnie said, leaning around the corner so Mikey wouldn't notice the front of his pants bulging. "If you stay up all night, please remember we're trying to sleep."

"I'll be quiet," Mikey said with a grin. "Promise." He pointed to the large box with the name printed on the side. "Dude, do you realize some of those comics are first editions?"

"Going to go through them and find out which ones are valuable and sell them?" Donnie queried, though he already knew the answer.

"Shell no!" Mikey snapped indignantly. "Those are mine! Sable gave em to me. I'm keeping them! Even if I have to fight Shredder and Krang while wearing nothing but my shell! No one is getting these babies!"

Donnie chuckled. He knew Mikey was serious about his comics.

Mikey pointed to the cartoon blanket on the bed, the very same blanket Donnie and Sable used during their impromptu camping. Mikey beamed happily.

"That's my favorite show! How'd she know?"

"Psychic," Donnie grinned, knowing full well Sable just got herself a shelled best friend. Simple acts of kindness went a long way with the youngest turtle. Sometimes, he truly was innocent and trusting. "Good night, Mikey. Try to get some sleep. You have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"Man," Mikey pouted. "Night, Don."

Mikey opened the flaps on the box and Donnie knew his kid brother was sufficiently entertained for the rest of the evening, if not longer. When it came to comics and video games, Mikey had unwavering concentration. Everything else? Well, he did his best.

Donnie shut the door to muffle Mikey's awestruck gasps as he uncovered the treasures hidden in the box.

Donnie entered the bedroom he shared with Sable and shut the door, locking it as a precaution. It was unlikely Mikey would open door and walk right in while they were in the middle of making love, but with Mikey's lack of self control, one can never be too cautious. Black electrical tape was stuck over the keyhole to prevent peeping from unwanted eyes.

Walking to the bathroom, Donnie stripped as he went, grateful he didn't carry the cumbersome electronics on his back anymore. In combat situations it was vital. In every day life, it was taxing. He paused when he saw Sable standing in the tub. She had yet to turn on the water, as it would take another couple minutes for the hot water tank to refill.

"Hello, big boy," Sable purred, pinching her already hard nipples and licking her lips. She knew it was corny, but she didn't care.

Donnie shut the bathroom door, adding the extra barrier in case Mikey breached the first. Growling he stalked to Sable, tail quivering and releasing his cock in haste.

Sable knelt in the tub, bracing her hands on either side of the faucet, her legs spread as far as the width of the tub. She needed a fast fuck and judging by the heat in Donnie's eyes, he needed it too.

Donnie got in the tub behind her. He didn't bother preparing her. Her inner thighs were already wet. Grasping his cock he lined himself up, placed his hands on her hips to steady her, and plunged inside. Sable stifled her cry, tilting her hips to take him deeper, which he did, stroking the innermost part that made stars erupt in her vision and her mind go blank.

There would be a time for kisses and softness later. Right now, both needed the animalistic mating of bodies.

Feverishly, Donnie began to move, holding her hips steady while he pounded, slowly at first to make sure he didn't hurt her. Sable gasped and whimpered, thrashing her head, uttering nonsensical words, completely under Donnie's control.

Many times he struck that place that sent her over the edge. She was barely able to catch her breath as Donnie continued to move, pulling out only to ejaculate on her back before burying himself once again.

Sable lost track of the times she came, but on and on Donnie moved, coating her back and her womb, cum streaming down her thighs onto the porcelain tub below. When he reached his final pinnacle, he dug his fingers into her hips and sealed them together, pumping into her with explosive force that nearly robbed her of consciousness.

Trembling, Sable rocked backward into Donnie's arms, where he held her close, breathing in her scent.

"That…. Was," she panted, groaning as she tightened on him again.

"Mine," Donnie breathed in her ear, delivering another hot spurt.

"Always, my love,' Sable sighed, her arms covering his affectionately as they regained their senses kneeling in the tub. Sable noted the pearly pool slithering toward the drain. She laughed. "Good thing we hadn't filled the tub yet."

Donnie noticed the sizable puddle and laughed, not wanting to let her go. Sadly, he released her, pulling out as he did so. Rinsing the tub, Donnie put in the stopper and drew a hot bath, reclining in the water, basking in the heat and shared intimacy.

Donnie helped Sable dry off and change into pajamas, he opting to go commando. As they settled into bed, they whispered their love, mouths mating as perfectly as their bodies. Sable fell into a deep sleep, but Donnie remained on edge. He drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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