Chapter 14: Encounters...
“Donnie open this door!” Raph shouted continuing to bang on the lab door.
But the other turtle didn’t so much even make a sound.
Raph felt his muscles starting to rive up, he wanted to much to knock the door clean off it’s hinges. But of course Donatello was prepared for that too so he made sure to use some pretty strong material to keep his brothers out if he needed to.
“Donnie, please just open this door.” The red banded turtle called out, trying to speak a little softer in hopes that his older brother would answer at least.
But like the last seven attempts, the other didn’t so much make a peep.
The tempered turtle wanted to so badly just pound the door open, but he knew better. He hated to leave things as they are, but for now he was going to have to leave it.
But he wasn’t going to let Donatello off the hook yet. The moment the genius was out he was going to pound him to the ground and keep him there until he tells him what’s going on.
He uncurled his fists and sighed and left, oh he was coming back. *Just you wait, I’ll be waiting for you Don.*
Donatello could hear his angry brother finally leave the door, and knowing Raph he was going to wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce him and force him to reveal what was going on.
He would eventually, but now wasn’t the time at all.
The olive turtle finally settled down to sit down on the chair. Out of all the times he could have done that, Leo just had to be that horny during breakfast…
Don sighed and lowered his head, this was his fault he should have waited it out before taking the initiative, at least Leo wouldn’t be so persistent like he is now.
He really hoped this would be the last day, because as far as he knew it Mikey was soon going to enter season as well. And if this goes on then…
Donatello tightened his beak together.
*Pull yourself together Don. It’s not going to happen, he’s too loyal for that…*
But he’s usually not that active…
And turtles aren’t monogamous either…
Don sighed resting his head on his hand, there was just so many things were going on right now that he couldn’t even think about working on the latest invention he was working on.
Right now he just couldn’t afford to be near Leo, the four of them never been closer than brothers nearly two years ago during the past seasons. To blame that it was season as to why Leo was so… interested in mating with him specifically wasn’t going to work.
They were going to tell them eventually…
His mind drifted towards his youngest brother, he wondered if Mikey knew about it now. The look on his face just seemed he was onto something, if there was one thing that all of them always seem to overlook is that Mikey is really good at reading people. As much of a goofball he is, he’s always seems to know what goes around in the lair despite what other things happen in the world too.
A small flush ran down his cheeks, he only hoped Mikey only smelled his arousal and not Leo’s… Much less saw what happened.
Part of him wondered if it would be a good time to really explain what’s going on. But Don doubted that’s how Leo wanted to explain what was going on. The best bet was to just let this pass through and wait until both were sane enough to speak to everyone.
He was just glad Master Splinter was currently visiting the Ancient One, he was going to return in three days... just three more days...
He just hope Leo would finally take the hint and speak to father…
And maybe that could help with Mikey too.
It was starting to get really hot now…
Michelangelo was wiping the sweat off his brow, boy he really hated mating season, it was the one time of the few years that he has to constantly take care of himself.
And the worst part was that sometimes he would get a hard-on during practice. Imagine having your brothers seeing your boner as soon as you practice.
That was the worst day of his life… well okay one of them…
The orange banded turtle had already sent Klunk outside to see if can take care of it right now, sometimes he had to give a good three tries before it finally falls.
“Aright… here we-”
The door snapped open, making the youngest squeal in fear, the turtle jumped into the air to the point it caught the pipe connected the ceiling. His arms and legs wrapped around the pipe in fear.
He screamed all the same, that was until he noticed that it was only Raphael.
“What the shell are you doing?” The tempered brother questioned looking up.
“Nothing, you know… -just hanging out.” Mikey stated still hanging on the pipe, only dropping his head back to see the other upside down.
“Yeah sure…” The hot head groused. “Anyways, what happened during breakfast. One moment you’re okay, the next you’re like someone yanked on your tail.”
The youngest brought his head back in proportion to his body, leaving his mask tails falling down like streamers.
Raph continued to look at his brother. “Get down from there bonehead.”
The youngest didn’t move. “I’m good!”
A tick mark appeared on the side of Raphael’s head. “You know I’m about sick of everyone all of a sudden not having time telling me what the hell is going on! I swear if you don’t get down from there, I swear I’m gunna get ya down from there myself!”
Mike felt his head dripping with a light coat of sweat. “Hey it’s fine Raph there is nothing wrong!”
But the other wasn’t having any of his protest.
“This is your last warning Mikey!” There was a low growl in his voice, the youngest gulped harshly.
“Alright You Asked For It!”
Mikey prepared himself to jump, but a heavy weight grabbed onto his carapace, the youngest let out a girlish scream, using his arms to anchor himself on the pipe.
But Raphael would not let go, he hung on like a leach, eventually he could feel his more bust brother use his legs to remove Mikey’s own.
The younger was left hanging by only his arms. “L-Let Go!” He screamed, but Raph wouldn’t let him.
With the extra weight Mikey was sure he wouldn’t be able to hang on any longer, he was grunting to stay on. In fact he was barely holding on by just his hands now, his two fingers barely locking themselves against the pipe.
Mike quickly he felt the stronger turtle starting to move up to grab a hold of his arms.
Mikey let loose another shrill scream, and it was the last of his strength he and the other fell onto the stone floor in a dead heap.
The two groaned to get off of each other, somehow their limbs tangled up with each other.
Mikey felt his face reddening when he Raph’s arm brushed against his stomach. It took everything in power to keep himself from letting a long churr.
Thank heavens Raph never noticed anything!
The hot head got up roughly, not caring so much if he was even careful at all.
“Alright you have 10 seconds to tell me what the hell is going on or I swear you can kiss all of your comic books goodbye!” Raph threatened looming over the youngest.
The youngest widened his eyes in fear, Raph wouldn’t do that would he!?
The orange banded turtle got himself up slowly, lifting his hands in defense despite he was on his back. “They’re innocent I tell you! Leave them out of this!”
Raph rose a brow up, his patience pass thin.
Mikey gulped. “It’s…”
Raph took an imposing step forward.
“I…-” Mikey couldn’t look at his brother.
“Alright I swear I’m goin-” But Raph quickly stopped when suddenly he started smelling the air. His nostrils lifting up tasting the scent as he lifted his upper body away from the orange turtle.
Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he backed away from his angry-prone brother given the opportunity. Green eyes stared at him in realization.
"You're in season aren't ya."
Mikey tighten his beak in embarrassment as his face turned red as Raph's masks.
Mikey couldn't look at his older brother, but he could feel the other's gaze on him, but just as he was going to say something-
The door snapped open causing both turtles to look at the shadowed figure outside the door.
“What’s going on here?”