A big giant thank you as always to Amonraphoenix, who took time out of her insanely busy schedule to beta read this fic, and to offer up some great ideas and suggestions, you are the best EVER!
Also a big thank you to Kimmie98, I love Kittens too, and sweetsilent3 for your wonderful reviews!:)
Warning this chapter contains mature content. (though I did heavily edit it due to not wanting to have me and my story kicked of the fanfic site:( boo)
But I hope everyone will enjoy anyway...
Donatello slammed the top of the laptop closed in frustration. A tropical storm had rolled in, and his signal had been going from bad to worse for the last several hours. He had closed himself up in the library after his conversation with Raphael and that had been several hours ago. He had missed dinner and no one had looked for him - not that he was hungry- but he had been thankful for the quiet respite.
He slid his chair back from the desk he had been sitting behind, and stood up. He began to pace around the room. He listened to the rain hitting the roof for a few minutes before he rubbed his hands down his face as he replayed his conversation with his brother over and over again in his head.
Donatello had forced Katherine into Raphael's arms, and he didn't regret saving his brother's life; how could he, he loved his brother. But knowing that his brother was probably holding Katherine in his arms right now…
Donatello shook his head trying to repress the images of what Raphael and Katherine were probably doing at this moment. He strode past the sideboard a few more times before he took notice of it. There was a decanter of some sort of bronze liquid; rum or scotch, maybe even whiskey, he wasn't sure. His beak wrinkled in disgust before his eyes drifted down to the wine rack underneath. He stooped down and searched the contents of the wine rack, pulling out a bottle of red wine.
He looked at the bottle of wine for a moment, and slowly stood. Katherine was the one who knew all of the good wines. Even though she never really drank, she did know which wines were light and fruity instead of tart and bitter.
Donatello looked at the sideboard and opened a drawer, looking for a cork screw. Finding one, he pulled the wrapper from the top and inserted the metal tip into the soft cork. He pulled the cork out in one swift motion and took a sniff, shrugging at the strong smell of the tart red wine.
He looked around for a glass and only found the four crystal tumblers that belonged with the decanter.
Donatello looked at the bottle of wine, shrugged again, and brought the rim of the bottle to his lips. He gulped down several swigs of wine before pulling the bottle away and allowing his taste buds to catch up.
The wine was strong, but he supposed it was drinkable. It wasn't overly bitter, but it didn't have the pleasant fruity taste he enjoyed either. Though he supposed if he drank enough of it, he wouldn't care what it tasted like. He tipped his head back and drank deeply, the warm liquid flowing down his throat to pool in his belly.
He pulled the bottle away from his lips and looked at it in surprise. He had drank nearly three quarters of the bottle already, and yet it had done nothing to dull the pain that was still radiating from the black pit of despair within his chest; located right where his heart used to be.
He walked over to an upholstered, plush, burgundy and wood settee, slumping down and pounding back more of the wine.
Logically he knew that he would not be able to drown his sorrow and heartbreak in the bottom of a liquor bottle; but illogically, he hoped that it would at least numb the pain for a little while.
He knew he was being ridiculous. Katherine and Raphael had been together for nearly three weeks, but he supposed it was because Raphael had been bedridden -recovering, and mostly sleeping- that it hadn't felt like they were actually a couple. Now his brother -though not even close to being fully recovered- was well enough to be out of bed for longer periods of time and had been allowed some physical activity to begin to strengthen his unused muscles.
Which meant that Donatello had no doubt that Raphael would be eagerly stripping Katherine naked, and gingerly making passionate love to her; not stressing his heart too much, but enough to get his blood pumping.
Donatello tipped his head back and took another swig of the wine, hoping to erase the image he had just conjured up in his mind from his head. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there on the settee trying to accomplish this task, when Raphael walked into the library.
"You okay, Donny? You've been in here…" Raphael began, his voice trailing off and stopping just inside the room. "Donny?" Raphael quickly turned and closed the door before rounding on Donatello angrily. "What the hell are you doing?"he hissed angrily.
Donatello looked down at the nearly empty bottle of wine in his hand, and the empty bottle on the floor. He frowned, wondering when he had opened the second bottle of wine. "I think… I think…it… would be... obvious," he managed to say, not slurring or stumbling over his words too much.
Raphael bent down and picked up the empty bottle by his foot. "You were the one who gave me shit for wreckin' my liver by drinkin', and now you're pissed out of your mind!" his brother snarled at him.
Donatello finished off the contents of the bottle in his hand and dropped the empty bottle to the floor as he stood up. His world tilted and rolled to the left. He nearly fell over but managed to regain his balance. "Not… not drunk… enough..." He growled as he stumbled over to the sideboard, intent on another bottle.
"Whoa, Donny." Raphael said, placing a restraining hand on his shoulder. " I think you've had more than enough."
"Nope, not even close. Still conscious," he grumbled, pulling away from his brother's restraining hand.
"You think this will make the hurt and pain go away?" Raphael snapped, throwing the empty bottle to the ground, where it bounced and rolled towards the wall.
"Nope," Donatello said shaking his head back and forth. "Just... wanna sleep," he whispered. He wanted to be able to sleep without having Katherine invade his dreams each and every single night.
Raphael sighed and walked over to the sideboard, grabbing out a bottle of wine. He picked up the corkscrew and uncorked the bottle. "It won't help, Donny. She'll be in your head forever; trust me," Raphael grumbled as he lifted up a tumbler from the tray, pouring in half a glass of wine, and downing the contents in one swift motion.
Donatello sobered slightly as he looked at his brother in shocked disbelief. "Raph… you… you've been sober for over two years, what… what are you doing?! You… your liver isn't nearly recovered enough!" he protested in horror.
"Humph," Raphael snorted with a casual shrug. "Just trying to drink away the guilt of stealing my brother's girl," Raphael replied calmly, pouring himself another glass of wine and staring at it, a miserable look on his face before he downed the entire contents in one gulp.
"You didn't steal her, Raph," Donatello mumbled quietly.
"Then why the hell do I feel so guilty, huh, Donny?" Raphael growled. "And the worst part is that I don't even know if it's me she really loves. I mean, I know she loves me, but…I know you two were havening some sort of...problems, and if you two had broken up, that would have been fine, I could be with her and be guilt free, but..I can't stand the thought that the only reason she is with me is because she thought I was gonna die..." Raphael stood suddenly. "Is this how you felt for the past year? A clawing, sick feeling rolling around in your gut every time you take her in your arms; knowing that your brother is in love with the same woman, who is your entire world... and his?" Raphael asked desperately.
"Pretty much," Donatello answered softly.
Raphael nodded pouring and downing another glass of wine.
"Is this what it feels like to lose her forever?" Donatello whispered wretchedly.
"Yup," Raphael answered as they both sank morosely into their own dark thoughts.
"Screw this shit!" Raphael suddenly yelled, throwing the crystal tumbler into the fireplace where it shattered. "Whatever promise she made to me on my death bed, forget about it," Raphael said shaking his head and making a slicing motion with his hand. "I want to say that we should both just forget about her and try to get on with our lives, but … I almost died, and all I could think about was not being able to be with her anymore. So... she has to choose; me or you. At least then the better turtle wins and the loser gets to move on with his life; as best as he can. No regrets and no guilt for whoever wins."
"Raph, Katherine won't agree to something like that. She-" Donatello began to protest the idea before Raphael cut him off.
"No, Donny. If I'm going to feel this horrible clawing guilt for the rest of my life, I wanna know I got her fair and square," Raphael growled.
At that moment Katherine opened the door to the library. She entered, shivering and soaking wet.
"What happened?" Donatello asked with concern, swinging his head around too quickly, causing his world swim alarmingly.
"Kitten?" Raphael questioned in worry.
"The roof above the bed sprung a leak… a big one." She said shivering slightly. "And all of the clothes I had washed were all in the laundry basket by the bed. We hadn't done laundry in so long that I washed everything, but didn't get a chance to fold it all or put it away. So the only dry clothes left in the house are what you two are wearing," she said as Raphael took a few steps towards her and stopped.
"You've got to get out of those wet clothes, Katherine," Donatello said with concern as he approached her unsteadily.
Katherine frowned. "Donatello, are you…drunk?" she asked in shock.
Donatello just waved away her observation. "You're freezing, you need to get warm and dry." He said.
"How?" She said. "All of my clothes and your clothes are wet. The sheets on Raphael's bed are soaked, and I was folding your bedding when the roof gave way."
Donatello looked down at himself. He was bare-chested and so was Raphael. His eyes shot to the pile of blankets in the corner of the library; the ones they had used when they had moved Raphael into the library during the initial storm.
"There's a fireplace in here," Raphael pointed out, motioning towards the intricately carved stone mantel on the far wall.
"Perfect," Donatello said as he stumbled over and stood in front of Katherine. "Raph, start a fire. We can get her warm, dried off, and dry her clothes," he said slipping his hands around her waist and under her sodden shirt.
"Donatello!" Katherine protested trying to step away, but not before he managed to easily lift the flimsy tank-top up and over her head. Donatello noticed that Katherine had not been wearing a bra, exposing her naked breasts to the cold air.
"Donny," Raphael growled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Raphael's voice sounded slightly breathy under the low threatening growl.
"Taking her clothes off," Donatello answered reasonably. Reaching out and snagging Katherine by the front of her sweat shorts and pulling them down along with her underwear in one smooth motion. Katherine tried stopping him, but he had gotten very good at quickly getting Katherine out of her clothing. She stumbled back and ended up sprawled on the floor, completely naked.
"Donny!" Raphael snarled in protest, moving forward towards Katherine with a sheet he had snatched up from the floor. Raphael stopped and stared, drinking in her naked body like a man deprived of water for far too long.
Katherine's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Raphael, have you been drinking too?" she asked, stunned.
Raphael didn't seem to be able to answer, and Donatello's own mind was having problems forming a single coherent thought at the moment as well.
"I forgot how magnificent you are," Raphael whispered in awe.
"Great, you're both drunk," Katherine growled as she got to her feet. "Raphael, throw me the sheet, now, because even though I know you have both seen me naked, I am freezing, and I don't like the way you are both looking at me."
Raphael clutched the sheet in his hands more tightly. "You… you need to choose, Katherine," Raphael ground out seriously, using Katherine's full name.
"Great, I choose to be warm," she growled in irritation striding towards Raphael.
"You need to choose between us." Raphael said, moving the sheet out of Katherine's reach.
"W-what?" she asked in confusion. "Raphael, this isn't funny."
"No, it isn't," Raphael answered grimly. "Katherine, I love you, and I know you love me, but… you love Donny too, and he still loves you. So forget all that crap you promised me when you thought I was dyin'. Just… chose who you love more, me or him."
Katherine looked back and forth between them, her arms wrapped around her cold body. "Forget this. I'll talk to you two when you both sober up," she said turning away and heading towards the bed of blankets on the floor.
Raphael reached out and stopped her. "Katherine," he said grabbing her arm.
"Raphael, I am freezing, and I am not having this conversation with you right now," Katherine said trying to pull away.
Raphael wrapped the sheet around her, pulling her in close. Donatello stumbled over to the sideboard and poured Katherine a glass of wine. He tried to clear his head slightly as he walked over and handed her the crystal tumbler.
"This will warm you up," Donatello told her as she took the glass of wine from him.
"Thank you," she said as she took a slight sip, made a grimace of distaste and drank the rest of the glass down in one gulp.
She took a deep breath seeming to calm herself down. She laid her head upon Raphael's shoulder and closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms more tightly around her.
Donatello took the empty glass from her hand and refilled it. There was a sudden crack of lightning followed by the low rumble of thunder. The lights in the room flickered and then went out. They waited a few minutes in silence for the generator to kick in, but it never did, the room remaining dark.
A few moments later the room was lit with the soft glow of a single candle. Donatello went around the room and lit a few more. Donatello tended to keep a lighter in his pocket in case of emergencies.
Katherine's uncle had decorated the library with an old, turn of the 18th century English manor feel, and there were many candle scattered about. Donatello lit a few more before returning to Katherine's side.
By this time her glass was empty again and Donatello offered up another, which she drank down, but declined another glass. "I'm already fairly drunk, Donatello, I don't think I need to get any drunker." She said as Donatello looked at the rest of the wine and drank the remaining contents from the bottle.
"Are you still cold?" Raphael asked brushing his thumb across her scarred cheek lovingly.
"A little," she admitted as Raphael pulled her even more tightly against his body.
Donatello wanted to look away; wanted to tear his eyes from the sight of his torment, but he seemed unable to.
"I know a way to warm you up," Raphael whispered suggestively, a look of hunger filled lust filling his golden amber eyes.
Donatello felt himself blush slightly at the heated suggestion.
"Raphael…" Katherine began, but Raphael silenced her with a hungry kiss.
Raphael finally pulled back. "Whose kiss do you crave more, Katherine?" Raphael asked as he searched her face desperately; an orange glow gently lighting her red tinged cheeks.
"R-" she was interrupted again.
"Is it me?" Raphael asked. "Is it my touch that gives you shivers of desire that run down your back and makes you ache with need?" he asked brushing the sheet aside slightly and running his fingers down her lower back and across her ass.
Katherine tried to step away, but Raphael held her fast against him.
"Or is it Donny that you really want?" he asked into her ear huskily.
Katherine's eyes darted to Donatello who stepped towards her, not knowing what Raphael was doing, but wondering if his brother was angry.
"Choose, Katherine," Raphael purred as he kissed and nipped at her neck.
"I… I can't…" Katherine whispered, her eyes sliding closed as she responded to Raphael's attentions.
"Kiss her, Donny," Raphael ordered suddenly. "I want to see who she wants more, me or you."
Donatello was already at her side, sliding his hand around her naked waist and pulling her in close. He wasn't thinking about what he was doing, or how wrong and confusing it was. He had been craving, no, needing her kiss for nearly three weeks and he wanted to taste her again.
"Don-" she protested before he claimed her lips in a searing kiss that was hesitant at first, before finally being returned with the same amount of fervour and need that he gave.
She was suddenly pulled away and Donatello groaned in protest. It was like living in the dark and finally being shown the light, only to have it suddenly and painfully extinguished
"Who do you want, Katherine?" Raphael asked as he trailed kisses down her neck to her bare shoulder before pushing the sheet off, leaving her naked and exposed.
"I don't… I can't…" her voice trailed off as Raphael leaned down and licked a trail across her neck. Katherine gasped slightly as she tried half-heartedly to push Raphael away, her gaze flying to Donatello.
Donatello strode forward. "Who do you really want, Katherine, me or Raph?" he asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist again and nuzzled her neck trailing kisses just under her jaw and up to her ear, which he began to nibble on.
Katherine threw back her head and moaned her arms flung around both his own shoulders as well as Raphael's.
Raphael lifted his head up to whisper in her ear. "Who is it that makes you wet and burning with desire?" His hand trailed down the flat plane of her stomach and stopped briefly at the small patch of hair before sliding lower.
Katherine groaned and writhed slightly in response.
"Who do you want inside of you? Whose name do you need to scream in pleasure?" Raphael asked his words low and husky. He continued his torturous attentions as Donatello moved from her ear and trailed kisses down her neck.
Katherine -head still tipped back- gave a throaty growl of need, desire and lust. Donatello was never able to resist that sound. He was never able to resist her body, naked to his eye, and pleasing to his touch. Every sense he had was stirred and awakened by her and Raphael apparently had the same weakness.
Katherine appeared to gain enough willpower to pull away from both Raphael and Donatello. "Stop," she whispered, stumbling back slightly. She wavered a little on her feet but managed to regain her balance.
Donatello realized that Katherine was drunk, probably not as drunk as Raphael and himself, but drunk none-the-less.
"You… you can't just seduce me," she said shaking her head back and forth. "Sex is sex, sometimes it's more; but I just can't…" she clutched at her head and closed her eyes.
Raphael was at her side, touching her cheek gently. "I want you Katherine." Raphael growled tipping her head up so she had to look him in the eyes. "I want every single bit of you; heart, body and soul. But right now, all I want is to be inside you, and hear you call out my name."
"Raphael-" she began, but Raphael cut her off, his amber eyes were narrowed into thin golden slits.
"Who do you want, Katherine?" Raphael's voice was more of a possessive growl than actual words. It was as if Raphael was holding onto some small shred of sanity, and it wouldn't be long before it broke ,sending him over the edge; where there would be no more holding him back.
Donatello strode over to Katherine, pulling her from his brother's arms. He was tired of seeing the torn, lost look in her eyes. "Maybe you just need to be reminded of what we had," Donatello whispered as he nuzzled her neck again, kissing and nipping at it. He realized that he would be lucky if Raphael didn't pull her away from him and beat him into a bloody pulp within the next few seconds for pulling her away.
"And maybe she needs to remember what it was like bein' with me, Donny," Raphael growled.
Donatello felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder and pull him back slightly. Donatello felt his lips pull back in a snarl. "I bet I am a better lover than you, Raph, so this might not be the best way of determining who Katherine wants more." Donatello knew that his words were a low blow, but he was tired of Raphael trying to push him around. His eyes slid over and met his brother's furious amber gaze.
"Okay, I think…-s time, "Katherine began, attempting not to slur her words. "-I think it is time for me to leave," Katherine finished pulling away from Donatello and trying to slip away.
Donatello grabbed onto Katherine's arm, halting her progress.
Raphael's gaze narrowed. "Fine, Donny. You wanna see who the better lover is, you're on," Raphael growled grabbing Katherine's other arm. "The one, who makes her scream their name, wins."
"That's not-" Katherine began, but Donatello was no longer listening to anything she was saying.
"Fine," Donatello growled, agreeing to his brother's challenge. "Wait, at the same time?" he asked in confusion, his more logical head beginning to function a little.
"How else are we gonna see who wins?" Raphael pointed out logically.
Donatello frowned and nodded. It made perfect sense to his alcohol fueled brain.
"Seriously?" Katherine asked in exasperation. "I'm not a-"
Raphael cut Katherine off by claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Raphael pulled away from their kiss. "I'm going to make you scream my name, Kitten." he whispered provocatively.
Katherine's eyes searched Raphael's and then shot to Donatello. "Fine, you two want to play this game, we'll see who gets who to scream," Katherine purred, her voice taking on a lustful, seductive quality that made Donatello's blood rush to all the right places.
Raphael growled low in his chest and claimed Katherine's lips again; while Donatello walked up behind Katherine, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her hard against his plastron. He trailed kisses across her shoulders while his hand slid down her back to cup her ass before exploring the tight wet warmth between her legs with his fingers.
Raphael suddenly stumbled back, pulling Katherine with him, which pulled Donatello -already unsteady on his feet- down as well. They all landed in a tangled pile. Raphael was on the bottom while Katherine lay on his plastron. Donatello lay on his side his body slightly lower that both Katherine and Raphael, his world swimming slightly.
Katherine sat up, her naked body glorious in the candlelight. She straddled Raphael about the hips for a moment before leaning down and kissing Raphael passionately. Donatello could see Raphael was going to attempt to roll Katherine beneath him, but instead she slid down his body.
"How are you going to make me call out your name, Raphael?" Katherine's husky voice asked. "Donatello?" Katherine's other hand suddenly caressed Donatello's face. She leaned over and kissed him hungrily, her hand trailing down his plastron Donatello moaned and closed his eyes. He felt his jeans being unbuttoned his underwear being moved.
He moaned into her mouth.
She pulled away from his lips. "Do I like it hard and rough?" She inquired. "Or soft and slow?"
Donatello groaned again.
This was a bad idea.
The thought suddenly flew into his foggy mind. He knew this was a bad idea; whatever this was. He understood that he and Raphael had been trying to seduce Katherine; only Katherine seemed to have other plans.
Donatello shook his head, trying to pull himself away from his lust and think with this logical head; only his logical head was swimming in too much alcohol, which tended to make him completely lose whatever inhibitions he possessed.
He was going to lose the challenge, they both were. He knew he should say something, break away from Katherine and stop this from going any further than it already had, except... She dragged her fingernails across a most sensitive part. He threw back his head and moaned.
Donatello opened his eyes just a crack to see why Raphael had suddenly let out a choked groan that was mixed with a gasp of shock.
Katherine had by this time pulled his brother's sweats and underwear down.
Donatello blinked, momentarily surprised by his brother's size. Raphael had always teased him about being able to 'measured up', and Donatello could see why.
As mutant turtles they were larger than human males, and Donatello had wondered how Katherine was able to deal with his own rather impressive size. Now he knew.
Katherine turned her attention to Raphael. Donatello sat up as Raphael gasped in surprise and then groaned deeply. Donatello's eyes drifted across Katherine's back as he shifted slightly. She raised her ass up in the air, exposing her to his eyes -momentarily pausing in her ministrations to his brother- she gave him a smoldering look over her shoulder that was an invitation.
The overwhelming need to possess her filled him. He slid his pants off and positioned himself behind her. He now knew that he wasn't as big as Raphael, but it didn't mean that he wasn't just as good, if not a better lover than his brother. Determination to have Katherine scream out his name -rather that his brother's- filled him. He grabbed Katherine by her hips and claimed her. Katherine, who had turned her attentions back to Raphael, froze in her ministrations for a moment before giving a primal growl of some sort and doubling her efforts on Raphael.
"Kitten, what are you...? Oh God," Raphael croaked, arching slightly. Donatello couldn't see his brother but he knew exactly what Katherine had done. Donatello's grinned, he had taught Katherine a few tricks as well.
Donatello could feel his own pleasure building, the heat thrumming through him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Kitten, Kitten... Katherine, stop. Oh, God, please stop," his brother was writhing and whimpering beneath Katherine.
Raphael grabbed Katherine by the arms and pulled her forward and up his body devouring her lips in a hungry kiss. This action pulled Donatello free.
Donatello let out a groan of frustration, he had been so close, and Katherine may have been as well.
Raphael shifted Katherine slightly, his eyes opening to look at her. "You always liked it slow." Raphael stated, his voice becoming like a warm, rich, dark chocolate.
Katherine smirked and lifted an eyebrow. "Did I?" She questioned softly as Raphael positioned Katherine onto of him, groaning in pleasure and need as he claimed her body with his own.
Raphael's pace increased and became desperate. Donatello smiled. His brother was going to go before Katherine was even ready. Though in all fairness, his brother hadn't had sex in close to two years, and had been ill, so it wasn't too surprising that he was not going to be able to last.
Katherine must have realized this as well and moved herself from her current position.
"Katherine...!" Raphael panted desperately, clenching his teeth together in frustration, all thoughts of competition obviously abandoned for pleasure.
Donatello claimed her again, Raphael clutching her upper arms almost painfully.
"Please tell me you're close. Please, please say you are close." Raphael whispered desperately to Katherine, his voice shaking slightly in need.
"Telling you that would be cheating." Katherine purred archly, her voice hitching slightly as Donatello continued his ministrations.
Raphael growled low in his chest and pulled Katherine forward. Donatello slid free, Raphael taking up his spot. Donatello still had his hands on Katherine's hips and wondered if Raphael had completely forgotten about him.
If Raphael had, Katherine hadn't. Her hand reached out and grasped him. Donatello couldn't repress the groan that rolled from his throat as Katherine's torturous hand worked him to the point where one more stroke was going to send him toppling over the edge.
Donatello threw back his head and groaned Katherine's name at the same moment that Raphael shouted her name as well. Katherine's moan mixed with theirs, but if she called out a particular name Donatello did not notice, because the blood rushing through his ears drown out any other sounds.
Donatello slid from his position as he fell to the side, exhausted, spent, and too drunk to ward off the clawing black darkness that dragged him into sleep.
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