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(This chappie has lots o lemon! If you don't approve of tcest or smut, skip this chappie and go to the next one! ...Then again, why would you even click on this story in the first place if you didn't like it? Its right there in the summary XD Enjoy! 3)
Patience has never been one of Michelangelo's virtues. The never ending abundance of energy that surged through the teenager was proof of that. Even so, over the years, the orange-banded mutant had learned to better control his need for closure and entertainment.
Today, however, was a completely different story, because no matter what Mikey did, the day just continued on and on at an agonizingly slow pace. His eagerness had woken him up an hour before Don and Raph, with Leo waking up only a half hour before he did. Breakfast had been exceptionally quiet for some unknown reason, and practice was spent focusing on the forms of advanced katas and other battle stances. Meaning no fast pace sparring to keep Mikey's mind off of the pencil case full of tapes just begging to be played.
After practice, Mikey searched for distractions, desperate to not be entranced by the siren's song coming from his room before lights out. He had looped Leo into playing at least six rounds of Halo with him and spent a good portion of his focus creating elaborate pranks for Raphael. He had even made sure to be a little slower as his hotheaded brother chased him after some of his pranks, wanting to stretch out the chase in order to hopefully speed up the time. Mike was somewhat grateful that Donatello was busy with upgrades to the Shellraiser and had no desire to spend time with his little brother.
Mikey knew that being around the genius would only further entice him to run to his bedroom and find out what was on those tapes. Many times throughout the day, he kept questioning as to why he was waiting until lights out exactly.
'Because its the only time I won't be disturbed or distracted' he kept reminding himself before going back to whatever he was doing to distract himself.
Around seven o'clock that evening, the turtles had set out to April's place for dinner with both her and her boyfriend, Casey Jones. Time out on the rooftops had done wonders for Mikey, allowing him to really stretch out his legs after being in the Lair all day.
'Maybe this is what Raph feels like when he finally gets out with Casey' he thought as he and his brothers continued to the apartment above a familiar antique shop.
Soon enough, they reached their destination, and after knocking on the window on the fire escape, they entered the living room to greet their friends. The smell of spaghetti, pasta sauce, and garlic wafted through the home, filling the brothers' nostrils with a sense of warmth and acceptance.
"Hey guys!" greeted April O'Neil. "Right on time as always" she teased.
"Hey Raph" a burly man with long, jet black, uncombed hair motioned to the hothead, "The Mets game is on in ten." Raphael grinned with eagerness as he greeted his friend and set off to the living room to start making small wagers about the out coming statistics of the upcoming sporting event.
"Thank you for inviting us, April" said Leo, an appreciative smile on his face.
"Sure" replied the redhead as she adjusted her bun, "You guys deserve a night off."
"Mind if we help set the table?" Don asked from the window sill. April smirked and rose a brow at him.
"Usually I don't let guests do the work, but since I know you and how stubborn you are, then yes, you can." She motioned for the ninjas to follow her into the kitchen area, Leo and Donnie quick to follow behind. Deciding against joining Raph and Casey, Mikey followed his other two brothers into the kitchen to talk with April.
"So how's Master Splinter doing?" she asked as she handed Leo some bowls to set out.
"Much better actually" the eldest said with a smile as he began to set them out, "Ever since his cough went away, that is."
"It just seems so strange" April sighed softly as she stirred the pasta sauce, "To imagine him like that..." Mikey huffed as he leaned against the wall. It did seem strange to picture someone as strong as his sensei as a sick elder. The pneumonia came out of nowhere and gave them all quite a scare. Donnie had spent weeks working nonstop to find the right kind of medicines to help with Sensei's symptoms. Leo spent a lot of his time in meditation with Master Splinter in order to calm his spirit and bring them both at peace.
For about two weeks, the illness left their sensei bedridden and there were no signs of him recovering. During those two weeks, each of Splinter's sons had entered a state of mind that almost seemed to be that of mourning. Sensei had been so sick that he couldn't do anything for himself except breathe, and even doing that was difficult for the ninja master.
Thankfully though, about a week ago, Sensei's cough had finally gone away, along with some of the fluid in his lungs. The news was a relief to the turtles, and was celebrated with dinner in the dojo with their Master and a lot of quality family time.
"We're just relieved that he's healing" said Leo, suddenly interrupting Mikey's thoughts. "And thanks to Don, he's going go make a full recovery" the leader continued before placing a firm hand on the genius' shoulder and giving it a thoughtful squeeze. A small squeak escaped their brother as Donnie's eyes widened slightly, his face tinted red.
That caught Mikey's attention quickly.
"You all right, Don?" April suddenly asked. Incoherent babbles poured out of Donatello's mouth before he finally stood still for a moment and took a deep breath.
"I-I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting the sudden shoulder thing is all. I'm a bit distracted right now..." he stuttered as he placed with his fingers. It was obvious to Mikey that Donnie was hiding something, since Don had proven time and time again that he was not one to get distracted. However, the sea green turtle decided to keep his mouth shut for now, not eager to confront him in front of everyone.
Instead, he kept a close watch on him throughout the rest of the evening. Mikey was able to keep up with Donnie for a long time, which was ironic since he had been trying his hardest to stay away from him earlier that very same day.
After a nice meal with their human companions, the four brothers headed home, Mikey keeping a set distance from Don as they went. They were home in a matter of minutes.
"I'm going to tell Sensei that we're home" Leo announced to his brothers as they walked in.
"I'll come with you" added Don, "I need to do a quick checkup to see how he's doing tonight." Leo smiled and clapped a hand on Don's shoulder again, causing the purple banded teen to have to same reaction from earlier. Mikey rose a nonexistent brow with suspicion as he watched the display.
(Mikey's POV)
Leo and Donnie left the den and went into the dojo, leaving me and Raph alone. Something was definitely up with Donnie and I decided that I'm gonna find out why he's acting like that after I watch those tapes.
"Well" Raph suddenly said with a yawn, "I'm goin' ta bed. Try not ta stay up all night, pipsqueak."
"Pipsqueak?" I retorted without thinking, "Is that the best you could come up with? Pipsqueak?" I could tell that it annoyed Raphie-boy by the way his shoulders bunched up. He always does that when he's pissed. He turned to glare at me, but I could tell he was too tired to fight or chase me.
"Kay den. Don't stay up too late, fucktard" he snapped before trudging into his room. I love Raph when he's tired. He never has the energy to fight back, making teasing him that much easier for little ol me!
"Night, Raphie!~"
I waited in the living room for almost an hour before Donnie and Leo finally came out of the dojo and went to bed. Geez, they take forever! The coast was clear and I made a beeline to my bedroom.
Now, my room isn't exactly what my brothers would consider 'clean'. But what do they know? Its modern art. Anyway, I knew they wouldn't come in here unless they had to, but I was still extra careful about hiding the box. I wedged it between two sets of pipes above my bed, making it impossible to see from the ground. It took a few good jumps on my bed, but I was finally able to get the box down.
I bounced with excitement as I got out my cassette tape, opened the dock, and put the first small tape inside before closing it again. I started up my TV and tried to hold back my excitement and curiosity while I made sure that everyone was asleep. Seeing that the lights were off throughout the entire Lair, I grinned and quietly closed my door.
To be honest, it was a little weird that I was freaking out about this as much as I was; you'd think it was Free Comics Day or Christmas or something like that. For all I know, these tapes could be full of nothing but boring lectures about why the sky is blue or how we became mutants, yadda yadda yadda...
It could be a murder confession. It wouldn't make sense to record it though; we've all killed before, but I'd rather not get into that...
It could be a video diary. Knowing how Don liked to keep things bottled up, I'm pretty sure that's it. I pushed in the cassette tape and sat back on my bed after pressing play.
I could see Donnie's bedroom in the background and watched as Don walked over to the chair in the middle of the screen and sat down. He looked tired and nervous;he was drumming his fingers against the seat of the chair for like a minute before he finally spoke.
"Today's date is February 10; about four months since my experiment and discovery" he said softly, "Everyday it is becoming more and more difficult to remain silent about my feelings for them. So much so that now I try to avoid them...but how can you avoid your brothers and your teammates?"
Donnie was trying to avoid us? I mean, I get why he wouldn't wanna hang with Raph, but what about me and Leo? What kind of feelings is he talking about?
"I've been writing in my personal journal about most of my thoughts on the matter" Don continued, "but...but I don't just love them...I lust after them... While speaking of feelings of romance on paper comes easy, expressing feelings of desire... Well, I suppose as I am a male, I find visual stimulation proves more effective to erotic writings."
Whoa. This was totally a video diary, but not just that. This was a sex tape.
I can't look at this!
Who knew Donnie had it in him?
This is wrong on so many levels!
Are all of these tapes like this one?
He's my brother!
And for some reason, my eyes stayed glued to the screen and I could've passed for a statue.
"I know they don't see me the way I see them" the Don on the TV said sadly, "and I've come to accept that. But I need some way of...calming the storm, so to speak, in both my mind and body. So I have decided to make this recording; so that I may act out some of those fantasies in order to satisfy my thirst."
My eyes widened as Donnie spoke, because as he was talking, he was taking off his gear. First his elbow and knee pads, then his belt and wrappings, and finally his mask. By the time he was done talking, Donnie was completely naked. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat when he spoke again.
"Over the weeks, online shopping as allowed me to expand my collection" TV Don explained as he walked off camera. The shot started shaking and I knew that he had to have picked up the camera. The camera was suddenly still again, only now it was pointed at Donnie's bed. Oh sewer bunnies.
There was shuffling that I could hear from off screen before Don returned with a shoe box in his hand. He climbed back onto the bed and bit his lip before opening the box.
"I've done as much research as I could in order to estimate their measurements" TV Don mumbled, "And I used that information to get one for each of them." My jaw dropped at what he did next.
He pulled out a long, thick, red dildo and ran his fingers over it. Holy shit! He had toys?! I know that I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help but shudder at the sight. I was squirming around on my bed and panicked when I looked down to see that there was a huge bump on my plastron. Oh God, is this turning me on?! Is watching my brother mess around with himself making me hard?!
"I can imagine it now" the Donnie on the TV sighed, interrupting my freakout, "Raphael in the dojo, doing bench presses. Those strong arms pushing themselves to the limit, and being able to see each bulging muscle as he would grunt with concentration." He suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of the toy, moaning at the picture he was painting. I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning. I was watching my bro give head to a dildo.
And I wanted to see more. My boner was starting to hurt from the pressure in my plastron, and I knew I was past the point of hoping it would go away on its own. Swallowing hard, I reached down and ran a hand over my slit, followed by my dick slowly pushing out, until I was completely out and hard as a rock. I started to lick my hand as I watched Donnie play with the red dildo.
"I would love to sneak up on him while he's bench pressing" Don husked as he ran a hand over his own plastron, "He'd be pushing himself as hard as he could, and I would crawl over to him and run my fingers over his body~" He moaned as he ran the tip of the toy over his plastron until he was rubbing it against his slit. My hand was wet enough by this point, and I was teasing myself as I watched Donnie's dick slip out. Not bad, Donnie-boy.
"H-He'd be so confused, but he wouldn't stop lifting the bar. Raphie could never resist a good challenge" Don continued before opening his mouth and taking in over half the length of the dildo. A groan escaped from me as I palmed my dick, running my thumb over the tip as I watched Donnie give what seemed to be his first blowjob. For some reason, that bothered me. Don's first time giving head shouldn't be to a piece of plastic.
"I would tease him to the breaking point until he would finally give in and drop down" he moaned as he kissed all over the fake cock, "I bet he tastes delicious~ He'd trybso hard to concentrate on finishing his set and not on me as I bob my head up down, swallowing him whole~" I felt my breath hitch as Don stuck a finger in his mouth and leaned back against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him. I could already see Donnie's ass, and almost shot my load right there when I saw it wink at the camera. Shit, how did I not see this side of Don?!
"H-He would finish before I could get him to cum" Donnie panted as he rimmed his ass with that lubed finger, "a-and I'd be disappointed because I wanted to taste him. He'd stand up and grab me, s-start telling me wh-what a naughty boy I am~ Raphie would-ah!~" Donnie had stopped talking as he pushed that finger inside himself, and suddenly I was very jealous of that finger. My toes curled as a second finger started to push against Don's ass, my hand pumping my dick with vigor. I think that's the right word?
"R-Raphie would...flip me over...a-and bend me over the bench... I-If I've been extra naughty, he'd take off my mask a-and tie my wrists to the bench~" my bro moaned out as he fingered himself, "He'd do something to punish me, l-like pull and pinch my tail, or s-spank me, or maybe even shove the handle of one of h-his sai inside of me. 'T-Tell me what a naughty slut you are' he'd order.
"And I'd do it. I'd cry out and whine that I was his naughty little slut, and that I was a dirty little ninja~" Fuck, I was gonna get off just with what Donnie was saying. Who knew the guy liked it rough?
'I could do that' I thought without knowing why, 'I could call Donnie all the names he wants. I could make him scream every night. I could love him the way he wants to be loved.' Whoa. What was I thinking? Did I mean to think it? Did I...Did I want to love him that way? Donnie continued with his fantasy, and I'd be lying if I said I couldn't totally see Raph acting like that in bed. Did Don really love us? He did say that he did, but then again, its easy to love something when its fucking your brains out.
Donnie DID mention a journal that he wrote most of his feelings in. So that meant these tapes were only used for the wet dreams and fantasies he had about us. Maybe I should try to find that journal...
"H-He'd wait until he had denied me orgasm at least twice before asking if I'd had enough" Donnie suddenly interrupted, now scissoring his fingers in his ass, "I-I'd nod and ask him to take me." He actually giggled as he panted, "Raphie would tell me that if I wanted his cock, I had to beg him to fuck me, since naughty sluts don't ask people to take them."
"So I would do as he said. I would beg for him to fuck me, to use me as he saw fit, and tell him that I'd die without his cock. R-Raph would probably smirk... and he'd tease me even more b-by pushing his tip inside of me~" Forcing himself to do so, I watched Donnie pull his fingers out and moaned as I saw his ass leak with lube. He sat up and turned around on all fours before bending over, giving me a full view of his ass and quivering tail.
Shit, I want this to be real. I want Donnie to really be here, on my bed, his ass wiggling in the air as he tail motioning for me to come and fuck him. My hand was a blur over my dick as Don lifted the dildo and pushed the tip inside of him. Donnie cried out as he continued to talk, pushing the toy in slowly until it was to the hilt.
"R-Raphie~" he moaned, obviously enjoying this too much to continue with his fantasy. He grasped the hilt of the toy and slowly pulled out until only the tip was in, before shoving it back in. Shit, I was close~
"N-Need you~" Don panted as he fucked himself, "Need all of you~" There was an invisible spring inside my stomach, and as I watched Donnie, it coiled tighter and tighter and tighter. "A-Ahhh!~ R-Raphael!~"
It was too much. I shoved a fist into my mouth as I came, shooting my load all over my hand, plastron, and the bed. I gasped as I rode through my high, bright colors flashing through my eyes before I was finally able to breathe again.
"R-RAPHIEEE!~" Donnie cried out as he finished too. I looked back at the screen and moaned at the sight of him with cum on the bed and running down his legs. He panted as he laid there, that dildo still buried deep in his ass. I watched as he sat up with shaky arms and turned around, moaning again when I saw that Don had gotten cum on his plastron and even his face too. He sat back and moaned as he fisted his dick and milked it. He then slowly pulled out the dildo and kissed it, making me buck my hips without thinking about it.
And at that moment, I realized that I wanted Donnie.
"Our screams would draw attention" Don panted as he reached over to the shoe box, pulling out a blue dildo and an orange dildo, "Leonardo and Michelangelo would run in to see what had happened..."
Oh shit~