There, in all his glory was his missing brother, not bleeding out in an alley or dying in a dumpster. No- he was alive.
Donnie's surge of joy didn't last long, the smoldering rage that flickered in those amber eyes sent nervous goosebumps up his spine.
Raph saved him from Leo.
Raphael's eyes flickered from his eldest brothers crumbled, struggling form back to the olive turtle causing Donnie to gulp uncertainly. A familiar rumbling, all though deeper than Leo's didn't strike fear like it did with his beloved eldest brother, it was almost...comforting. "Oh god, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you Raph." he breathed in relief, but got no notion of his words being heard. Raph continued to stare intently at him.
Staring right back, caught in the intensity of those amber eyes the olive turtle didn't know what to think at this point. To be happy Raph was not only back, but saved him from Leo's onslaught or terrified that his big brothers was being affected by mating season as well.
Flinching when Raph kneeled at his side, the soft rumble sounding again, unconsciously relaxing the brainiacs nerves by the sound alone. Golden eyes never left his own auburn, staring straight into his very being with that piercing gaze.
Raph sniffed once before moving closer, nudging a slender olive color neck with his beak. Churring deeply and loudly in response to something Donnie wasn't sure about. All he knew was a turtles churr, performed during the mating ritual in actual turtles in the wild. He wasn't even aware that they could produce such a sound.
He shouldn't be allowing this, but here he was, letting his hot headed brother nuzzle him, almost affectionately. With a baited breath, he waited for anything to happen before he decided to strike and get away. That is if he wished to, Don knew his recent growing feeling toward his brother were frowned upon, morally wrong and disgusting. He never wished to reveal those feelings to anyone, not even Splinter. He loved his father dearly, but he just couldn't bring it on himself to find out exactly how he would react to such a confession.
Blood tests proved they weren't actual brothers, but the moral still stood stronger than steel. They had been raised as brothers, and that would never change.
Don's breath hitched again when the larger turtle looked up, baring his teeth predatorily with a deep, threatening growl. Horrified it had been for him for a moment, only to notice the leaf green turtle had finally managed to get to his feet. His darker than normal eyes narrowed at the two, and like animals in the wild, Raph and Leo stared each other down.
Shell! What was he going to do? Raph and Leo were in the same mental state, in need to sate themselves by mating with others of their own kind. But it was making no logical sense as to why they were turning to others of the same gender. Then again they were the only ones of their species, his brothers must be desperate enough to fuck anything as long as it was a turtle.
But that was only a guess, there was no telling what would happen if a human walked in.
It was bringing up more questions than answers, Donnie did not like not knowing his situation and this was only making it all that much harder to put the pieces together. Like as to why his most violent brother wasn't mating him right this instant much like Leo tried too. The second the blue clad turtle cornered him, Leo got himself all comfy and got right to work with an intent he would much rather not think about.
The two turtles growled at each other, it appeared they were trying to show each other up with size alone. Because it seemed that Raphael was unwilling to leave his side.
Whether or not it was because he wanted to protect him, or keep his chosen mate from Leo was to be debated.
The eldest turtle sized Raph up, straightening out his shoulders and holding his head high. But kept his stance poised to move and strike if need be. It was true Raphael was bigger and stronger in appearance, but Leo was quicker, holding more stamina that his younger brother.
Donnie only swallowed again when another deep warning growl erupted from the larger turtles chest, rising from his kneeling position almost as if to hide him from view. It didn't last long though, because in no time at all, Raph had snarled at Leonardo. Instantly jumping to his feet, squaring his shoulder much like the blue wearing turtle had done minutes ago.
They were sizing each other up, making themselves look bigger to intimidate.
Wide, auburn eyes watched the two turtles hiss and growl at each other. Unable to look away from the fray, that was until Raphael turned his body ever so slightly. Glancing back over his shoulder without quite taking his eyes off his enemy. Once again those burning amber eyes met his own and Donnie swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.
Both pairs of his brothers eyes landed on him, both held a questioning gaze, challenging even. Like a warriors about to do battle, unsure of what the outcome will be for one another.
All of a sudden Raph turned back and was the first one to lunge, barreling toward Leo at full speed, fists flew, legs thrashed and teeth bit at each others flesh drawing blood that ran down their sweat glistened arms and smeared when hands clawed, tearing for a grip, Wanting an advantage.
It wasn't until Donnie backed up enough for his shell to hit the couch did he realize he had been watching his brothers fight like wild animals. Completely ignoring his existence in favor or tearing each other apart.
This was his chance.
Denying the fact that this encounter had him wanting more, wanting to feel their touch, wanting the victor to claim him in ways he only imagined-
Shaking his head violently to shake the thoughts away, heard a soft noise. Adrenaline shot through the olive turtles spine thinking the two had realized he was moving, but it was only Mikey, holding his lab door open just enough to see him peeking through and motioning for him to come in as quickly as possible. With one final, longing glance at the battling duo, wincessing when Raph curled his fingers around leos throat: jumped up. Repeating a mantra within his mind while his heart thumped in his ears like a jackhammer.
They wont notice you.
Hands curled around him, complete and utter fear coursed through his body for the hundredth time. Automatically curling his body away, kicking, and shouting for his release. The heavy metal swung shut with a chilling echo, when his younger brothers panicked voice reached his ears he froze. He was safe, it had been Mikey who grabbed him once he was inside. They were safe now, those two couldn't get to them, not through those thick metal doors.
Donnie stared at the door for what felt like hours as his brother soothed away his fears. Gathering them both into the small cot to give each other the needed comfort. It wouldn't last long though, one of them would soon catch a whiff, or their simple needs would rear their head and would need to run to the small bathroom before their cocks fell free, hard and aching for something more than their own hand.
Gently running his hand along his over Mikeys stickered shell, Donnie let his eyes roam from the metal door to the glowing computer screens displaying what his brothers were doing. His eyes snapped back to the door, a soft grunt sounded, followed by nearly unhearable breathing. Glancing back at the screen, he could hear his hot headed brother approach the door and simply stand there. Beak pressed close to the cold metal to the point he could hear the exhales of his brothers breathing. Sometimes pawing at the doors handle before stepping away to go back to the couch and stare at the motionless door.
This simple, yet heart racing routine had been going on for a while.
Leo seemed to be taking refuge in Mikey's room, much to the freckled turtles dismay. Raph had been able to toss Leo across the room and into the table during their fight, injuring their oldest brother who limped away. Accepting his loss and hide in the shadows to nurse his wounds.
Mikey was sleeping at his side, having fallen asleep a while ago. He didn't expect his little brother to remain awake, especially after all this stress and fear circulating in the air and witnessing just what their other brothers were capable of if they left Don's lab.
Donnie envied him actually, every time he closed his eyes, he was haunted by Raphael's intense amber gaze. Boring into him, their faces inches apart-
That's when he would snap his eyes open, refusing to let his mind wander to far. Because for those few extra moment he let his mind wander, his body started to heat up.
For his brother.
He was still ashamed of himself, being attracted to your own brother was like a brick in the face. It was something he could never have, it was taboo.
Donnie not only felt disgusted with himself thanks to his attraction to Raph, but also to the fact that he was attracted to men. It just seemed like fate liked to laugh in his face, and make him the outcast of the family. Just another reason to stay in his lab as long as Splinter would allow with worry.
But this time it was harder to ignore those imaginary eyes, he wanted to see that gaze again, not just in his mind. Donnie immediately blamed the hormones in the air intensifying his unwanted feelings further. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, how much he wanted to be different and like woman like everyone else, he simply felt no attraction whats so ever.
Goosebumps broke out upon his skin, shifting slightly as his mind replayed the events of Raph's return. How he leaned in close, pressing his beak into his neck. The teasing puffs of hot breath upon his heated skin.
The olive turtles eyes shot open again, feeling the weight behind him shift, MIkey mumbled something and curled closer. Nuzzling his shell before settling back down. But what horrified him was the fact his shell suddenly felt too tight for his liking.
His skin became hot, pulsing through his veins that made his toes curl. It wasn't any longer when Donnie got up as quickly as he could, stumbling his way into the mock bathroom with a muffled whine. Here it comes again, the strange need, the aching want of anothers touch.
His skin heated for what felt like the millionth time, like all the times before it ignited a series of events. Before he could even sit on the toilets lid his hands started to tremble, moving as if they had their own mind. Already his lower plastron was becoming too tight, until his cock slipped free from its tight confines into the cool air. Donnie shuddered at the feeling as his mind became hazy and his cheeks flushed a dark red. Toes curling into the soft plush rug that decorated the cold cement floor when his hand snaked itself down to his cock to stroke the hard flesh.
Never before has the genius turtle ever felt such an unfightable feeling before, unable to control his natural urges was something completely new. An urge for something more than himself, more than his hand.
His auburn eyes fogged with lust while his hand worked itself to speed, drowning in his own little world of overwhelming pleasure. Despite the pleasing feeling having his sensitive organ stroked and soothed, it wasn't enough. He wanted more, something to soothe the burning fire spreading throughout his body. An ache he couldn't cure with just his own hands. But there was nothing he could do, no one to share with him this mind bendingly amazing feeling while his veins sang and body quivered beneath his own hands.
His own fingers went on their quest to set goose bumps across his arms while they teased his inner thighs, brushing closer while his other hand sped itself up. Until They came in contact with the malleable, sensitive skin of his tail, eyes fluttering with a soft gasp as he grasp it only for a moment before a single digit trailed upward. Where his finger pressed against the tight, unused ring of his ass.
Ghostly touches of Leo's hands only spurred his hands on, another shudder wracking his body when his finger pushed past the muscle into his insides. None of this was enough, he wanted a presence to loom over him and take over like his eldest brother did. Forcing him to submit to their advances.
His mind was too far gone to realize what he wanted was wrong and immoral. Donnie wanted someone to press him down and make him feel alive, dominate him while his legs were spread, offering himself to the one above him. Most importantly he wanted someone to soothe the throbbing ache between his legs his hand could no longer satisfy.
Donatello's fingers curled inside his entrance desperately for something bigger, thicker, hotter. Throbbing with every thrust into his willing body.
A soft sound registered in his mind for only a second as he pleasured himself, continuing further as his own fantasies danced in front of his eyes. The makeshift door was pushed open, a deep rumbling filling the air along with Donnie's churrs. Whimpering as another new dominating scent filled his senses, the olive turtle removed his hands from his own body when Mikey dragged him onto the cramped cement floor to settle himself in between toned olive colored legs.
Bright blue eyes were dulled, dilated with lust as the freckled turtle churred along with the quivering turtle below him. Donnie was overwhelmed by the hormones simply washing over him, and didn't fight when his younger brother grinded himself against his tail. Only moaning in response, encouraging further advances with a limp body and a soft whimper.
Mikey rumbled deep within his chest, though a crinkle of his beak had him reeling back. It wasn't just Donatellos scent upon the luscious olive skin. It was another turtles, Raphs.
But another desperate whine from the willing turtle had MIkey leaning down to lap at the olive skin stretching Donnie's neck when his cock dropped down. Ignoring the fact that this one had been scent marked already. His organ was swollen and throbbing in excitement as the other turtles sweet hormones drove the dominating turtle crazy. Aiming himself up, the freckled turtle wasted no more time to claim his mate. Thrusting inside Donatello's no longer virgin tight heat.
If Donnie had been in his right mind, he would have been thanking shell that he was fingering himself minutes ago. It seemed his younger brother had no intention of preparing him, instead ready to sate himself and mark a mate. But it didn't matter now, Mikey was deep inside and that's all Donatello wanted. Something to sate the longing ache that teased his belly.
Their churrs intertwined with each others, making the quiet room seem to come alive. Mike smacked their hips together time after time. Moaning occasionally, purring when the turtle below him would gasp and churr. Pride swelled the younger turtles chest, pressing their beaks close together as he thrust, a particularly rough thrust had Donnie gasping in his daze. The force enough to skid Donnie forward thanks to his shell to knock his head against the wall. Shouting in surprise but otherwise unharmed from the knock to the head.
Moaning softly as he was pounded into the floor, the genius turtle could do nothing more than hold on to the turtle giving him the mind numbing pleasure. His penis was bobbing between them with each quick, desperate thrust. Occasionally it was drag, catching along on of their scutes causing Don to curl his tail tightly and churr.
Like a switch was flicked on, Don slowly regained his composure. The bonk on the head some how clearing the fog in his brain just long enough to realize just what exactly was going on.
Mikey, his baby brother, was in between his legs with his swollen cock pressing in and out of his body with a animalistic pace that sent smoldering hot pleasure up his spine.
Startled, Donnie jerked wildly, shouting once more as if he had awoken to a nightmare and shoved his brother away. Forcing the hot flesh to leave his body was Mikey was pushed away and into the opposite wall.
A loud thumping of what he deemed his heart jack hammering in his chest drove him to run, move, anything. He scrambled to get up, swinging around and hold the makeshift, old door shut to keep him from his now turned baby brother.
Pain erupted between his legs and rocket up his spine with every step he took, but that wasn't the worst of his worries right now. After these last few months, he learned things could always get worse. And indeed they were, Michelangelo's furious roars from just behind the thin wood door along with harsh shoves weren't going to keep him at bay forever, not with Mikeys superior strength.
Pressing back on the door Donnies heartbeat picked up, echoing in his ears and around his lab. Trapped, trapped between his brothers and their primal instincts on all sides. If Mikey's instincts even the happy go lucky turtle into a lust seeking brute, who knows if he will do it too. The last thing he wanted to do was become a mindless, horny brute like his brothers have become.
Not to mention he just awoke from his daze to his baby brother fucking him into the cold cement floor. It churned his insides, he never once looked at Mikey in any other way than being his baby brother. It was Raph, it had always been Raphael he viewed on a deeper, more disturbing level.
A shout from the other side of the door that was continuously shoved, kicked and pawed at had the gears of Don's brain clicking in his skull. He needed a plan, somewhere to go, what to do and a back up plan. He was alone in this now, no one to turn to.
All he could think of was to hide, Donnie wasn't even safe from himself. It was obvious now that without someone with a clear head he wouldn't be able to hide without crawling out desperate for someone to soothe him.
Their old lair, maybe he could make it there and secure himself in his old lab. He would have to start up the old generator but at the moment it was the only logical thing he could think of that didn't involve some how hurting his brothers.
Wait, that's it! He could tranquilize them! Why didn't he think of that before?
Now it was all a matter of being faster than MIkey.
With his heart still pounding in his chest, Donnie shoved the flimsy door hard back against his brother. Hearing the thud, he bolted for his lab door until he was fumbling with the latches. Only to throw open the door and come face to face with the one and only Raphael, mid punch against the now dinged up door.
Everything became a blur from that moment on. He barely recalled how he ducted down to avoid the emerald skinned turtle, or how he was rocketing over the living room couch. He certainly didn't remember when exactly he grabbed his bo, or how exactly he avoided a limping Leo who seemed to come out of no where.
As Donatello's world finally began to slow, everything became clear once more. He was running through the endless maze of sewers and away from his home. Heart regaining its much healthier rate. Once more felt everything start to sink in. Wishing nothing more than everything to be back to normal, for Master Splinter to be home, for Raph and Leo to be fighting as always and Mikey to be playing his dozens of video games complaining about it some how cheating.
Taking a right, the olive turtle found himself at the old lair. So many fond memories of his family rested within these crumbling walls. They had to abandon everything when they were attacked, it had been too risky to come back here now that their location had been compromised. But none of that mattered now, if the foot were hanging around perhaps if would be safer with them for a time being than with his brothers. But even if it had been destroyed by the foot clan, it was still home.
A home away from home.
A stray photo caught his attention from his mindless wandering. Dirty, nearly destroyed but still in one piece of them all crowding the camera. Mikey had been trying to take the photo last minute and urged them all to surprise their father. With the family jam packed into the small photo area, Master Splinter had a small smile resting on his snout while his eyes were closed, but knew exactly what was going on around him. Mikey with the camera away from himself had a goofy face. Raph and himself were leaning over their fathers chair. Raph had wrapped his arm around his shoulders with a wide grin and himself, a bright smile. Leo rested beside Splinter while looking at the camera, like normal.
He could get them back, no matter how long it took.
Don soon locked himself within the crumbled remains of his old lab. Luckily its structure had not collapsed like most of the lair, having been reinforced. But it was still damaged, as well as everything within it.
With a calm heart, everything replayed within his mind like a broken record, no longer a virgin. It was definitely a wake up call. As much as the thought frightened him, he would never have the heart to tell anyone what happened. He would suffer in silence if need be. He wouldn't dare to break their bond as a family. Deciding right then, he would never reveal his feeling for Raphael to anyone. Or say anything about his experience with Mikey. It wasn't worth the heartache of watching his family shatter to pieces. They would no longer be a team, no longer see each other as brothers, but complete as strangers.
He would have to replace his lab door, Raph seemed to have done a number on it.
It was only then that he replayed todays events did Donnie realize the loud thumping echoing with his lab had not been his heart, the growls and roars had not been coming from Mikey who was struggling in the small bathroom as he held the door closed.
It was Raph beating against his lab door.