Pairings: different.
Raphael thinks about relationship with his brothers that had been established since the beggining of the new phase in their life. Nothing very new, actually, but I hope I managed to do it soft like I wanted to. ^_^
COMPARISON
Having yawned, Raphael pulled blanket a bit higher and stretched slightly, moving carefully and not willing to wake up Donatello, who currently sniffed softly next to him using his arm as a pillow and snuggling to his side. Not that it was ever spoken aloud, but genius looked extremely cute in his sleep and it didn't really matter if it was full night rest or just a short nap on the sofa. Even Michelangelo became a bit less noisy by his own will when Don floated in the land of dreams.
Raphael yawned again. There was no clock in the room, but hothead knew it was an early morning. More of it – it was Sunday and it meant free time and training only after the noon with no necessity to crawl out of warm bed cursing the day you had been hatched out of the egg and making silent oath not to come back home at 4 o'clock in the morning if you have training session at 7 and old ninja rat as a master. Oh yeah, and boring elder brother with obsessive love for lectures especially on 'irresponsibility' topic.
Raphael chuckled quietly. Fortunately lately he had found the way to shut his mouth even if it worked only in the nights.
Well, it was still a bit weird that they all were lovers now. A bit weird that Splinter accepted it as long as they had mutual respect and didn't hurt each other. A bit weird that they weren't actually bothered by all that 'no choice' stuff and just enjoyed this new phase in their life. Yes, it was all a bit weird, but it didn't mean it wasn't good as well.
Raphael glanced at olive green terrapin, sharing the bed with him. Very good, to tell the truth.
He didn't know if others thought about it, but he sometimes took his moments to reflect. And compare. They four were so different in 'normal' life, so it wasn't a surprise that it was true about this new phase as well.
As everything else in their world his relationship with Leo was – who ever doubted though? - rivalry. Sometimes Raphael even thought that bed was a continuation of a dojo's mats with all those flips, body locks, attempts to pin, to overpower, to win and make other one surrender. Actually, Raph honestly didn't mind. It was hard, hot and intense, he liked it and didn't see reasons to change anything even if it felt like a part of training session rather than sex sometimes. Leonardo didn't seem to mind either.
Raphael smirked lazily, shifting a bit. Nope, Leo definitely didn't mind.
With Mikey it was fun, was some sort of curious game. The youngest was a fountain of ideas and seemed to be keen on foreplay. Both were quite cool. Besides he was anything but shy in using different toys… So in fact every night with Michelangelo was quite a surprise, even if some of his ideas could make blush even Raphael. On the other hand he still had a photo of Fearless leader wearing stockings and police peak-cap and doing some interesting things with one of those toys, so Raph actually thought he could deal with Mike's ridiculous games from time to time just for that.
Actually, orange-clad terrapin had many different pictures of them all, but hothead didn't mind. Mikey wasn't a jerk and it all stayed between them four.
Turning his head, Raphael again looked at his third brother.
Donatello… With him everything was different. Genius brought all his traits into relationship – in bed he was attentive, gentle, caring and smart in all meanings of this word. Combined with passion and complete devotion to the 'experiments' they held it all drove Raphael crazy every single time they were together, because everything that Don did was damn ingenious. And it didn't matter if he was on top driving you to insanity with his smart caresses and movements or simply laid beneath you, looking up with those beautiful dark eyes and making you believe that you were the only one in the whole world for him. Raph didn't know if it was just him or others felt the same, but he couldn't bring himself to care. In their private moments there were just two of them and it was all that mattered.
Raphael just hoped that he gave Don back at least part of what his brother gave to him, although he seriously doubted he could match genius here. But he tried even if it didn't seem to be enough and…
"Stop that…" Donatello's soft voice immediately brought Raph back into reality. "When you do your comparison you always stare at me like I'm some alien. It gives me creeps."
"Sorry." Raphael chuckled, humming in delight as olive green hand ran along his plastron. "Did I wake you up?"
"Yes." Don smiled slightly. "Hard thinking process makes your brain hoot loud enough to wake up even dead."
"Oh, very funny, smart guy." With one swift movement Raphael rolled on top of his lover, pressing him into the mattress.
He took his time to enjoy their long and deep kiss while his hands slowly caressed the body pressed against his own. Having broken apart, Raph nipped at brother's neck earning himself a pleased sigh, but then two palms cupped his face forcing to raise his head and meet Donatello's dark eyes.
"Do not doubt yourself." He said affectionately. "It doesn't suit you. The only thing you need is someone to teach you how not to kill your lover with your burning passion."
Raphael blinked at him, then smirked.
"Ya'll teach me this?" He murmured, nuzzling Don's beck.
"No way." Donatello wrapped his arms around Raph's neck, pressing to him tighter. "I want to be dead…"
