Chapter 26: Never
“So tell me, why did you do it?”
“Commander said so.” The black clothed being answered simply crossing her arms. “She gave the orders and I just had to follow them."
The first female's golden eyes slanted slightly. “What could be so important with that turtle anyways?"
The shorter black clothed female shrugged. "Hell if I know."
The first rolled her large eyes. "Whatever, I’m going to blow up some targets. Wanna come with?" She asked before actually leaving.
"Nah, I'm good." The shorter second replied waving in dismal.
"Make sure you don’t kill yourself out there like time.” The taller of the two stated before taking her leave.
“No Promises.” The second replied softly then took a good look at the screen the showed a good visual of the Big Apple.
There are times where she wished that she hasn't left the battle nexus. But at the same time she knew she could never return…
Leonardo would not sit still. The whole ordeal happened last night, and yet the oldest could not stay in the same place for long. Thankfully after giving a good convincing, Donatello finally let him out of the lab. He still had to wear the bandages around his eyes because of their sensitivity. Maybe by the end of the day he’ll have his eyesight back.
“Be careful bro. The last thing you need is to fall off the stairs, again…” Raph said patting his bicep in reassurance.
“It’s fine Raph, I know this lair like the back of my ninjakins.” Leo retorted looking at Raphael’s general direction. It also helped that his ninja sense is working for him as well. It actually shouldn’t be long before he’ll be able to see, after all he couldn’t keep his eyes wrapped for too long.
But then again… he wasn’t really sure since Medicine was more in Donatello’s knowledge compared to the rest. Even though he was more of a mechanic if anything.
Yeah… he might end up taking the bandages off, even if it was for a bit. He knew more than anything that Donatello was a huge fan of role-play. And blindfolds were apparently a turn on for him. As much as Leo was interested to continue what they just finished last night, he knew that these bandages will come off soon. Or at least he hoped.
He was led to the couch, where he had been promptly sat down. “Now stay there bro, just relax and take it easy. You need anythin’?”
The forest colored turtle shook his head. “I’m good, thanks Raph.”
He sensed the other nod before seating himself on the other couch, more specifically the lounge chair that happened to be nearby. Leo did appreciate that his brothers cared to watch over him, but wondered as to why they were being this protective?
It’s not like Master Splinter hadn’t taught them how to fight and move around blindfolded before. If anything -not to strike any egos or so, but Leo was the most proficient out of the four in that aspect.
But of course it seemed like Raph wasn’t having it any other way. So for now Leo was better off just playing along with it. Sooner or later the tempered brother will either let it pass or fall asleep while “keeping watch” on him.
A few minutes later he heard the second youngest turn on the television, surprising how Mikey wasn’t around to fight for the remote. He was at least thankful for that, as well as Raphael not asking if there was anything in he particular to see. Because well, obviously he can’t.
Though he figured some meditation was in order. Despite being on the couch, he was able to cross his legs together in a lotus position. He relaxed his entire body, his muscles, any tension and even the curved spine that’s connected to his shell somehow.
With a deep breath, in and out. He was more than ready to set his mind at ease in the astral plane…
“Care to explain what you are making my son?” Splinter asked softly to the youngest.
“Oh, Sensei, I didn’t see you there.” The orange banded turtle said suddenly. Blue eyes darted back and forth to his dad and to the food he was making.
“Oh this?” He motioned to the stew he was brewing and stirring. “Just some light grub for Leo to eat. I know it’s not fish and rice, but we're kinda out of rice, so I figured some soup would do him good. Since well he’s still healing.”
Splinter nodded in agreement. He loomed over for a few more moments when, “What happened between you and Leonardo?”
The bright turtle nearly jumped off his feet, he fully turned to the eldest. “U-uh, can you repeat the question…?”
Patiently the mutated rat stood straighter, even though his father was much shorter than he was, he still was miles more intimating than anyone he knows. Well, maybe Shredder…-
He saw the seriousness in his father’s eyes.
Nope. Definitely scarier than Shredder.
“Did something happened between you and Leonardo?” He asked once more.
“Oh.” How does he answer this? “Well you see, I guess I- uh… can we talk about this later?” He squeaked.
“No my son. I fear that I have given enough space between the four of you. I thought it best to give it and let it flow like a river in hopes for it to simmer down to a gentle stream. But I now see that it has expanded much more, and I would like to know. If there is anything I can do to help fix the turmoil that’s occurring between the four of you.” He said having the strictness of a master, but the concern of a father.
If anything he must have heard the argument between his older brothers. But then again, who didn’t? He was damn near sure that all of New York heard them.
“I’m not- I dunno if I’m the best turtle to be asking this Sensei.” Mikey admitted lowering his head. He was still a bit confused about this whole ordeal as much as the next turtle. If anything all them were all in the dark as the next, with Leo having trouble explaining to their dad. Donatello was just as clueless at finding an answer. Raph is just out of the loop, Splinter didn’t know. And well himself… he doesn’t know where he fits in all of this, he doesn’t know whether he should spill the beans or keep the secret.
But he already promised Leo that he wouldn’t breath a word. So he can’t do that, but inside of him, he’s itching to get this over with and just get him to at least tell Splinter what’s going on.
Maybe then the family can go back to their old lives. Then again, would that really get them back to the original recipe? With Leo and Donnie together, how is that like the old one?
“I really don’t know what to say Sensei…” He muttered softly. He didn’t expect it when a slender hand was placed on his shoulder. He blinked and looked at his father.
“Except for the fact that the food you’re making is burning.” He said stoically.
It took a moment, but then the youngest turned to see that in fact, yes somehow the soup he was making was inexplicably burning.
“Oh Sewer Apples!” He shouted as he desperately tried to save his food at the last minute.
Don was definitely on scheduled with appointments. It was maybe about half an hour or so when he called upon Leo for him to get a small physical exam.
"You're being a little too excessive over this."
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Donatello said with a purr.
“You mean besides the fact that you’re finding this rather attractive right now?” The turtle in blue remarked.
“Well, yes. But that’s not the point and you know it.” Donatello responded crossing his arms. He had to subconsciously turn around, because just like his older brother said:
Yes he did find a blind-folded Leonardo very attractive. So very attractive…
But right now. “Look, just let me do my study, now extend your arm.”
The leader sighed and did as he was told. It wasn’t really much, but he knew that it was best to let the genius of the four take a look at his current condition.
“You know you’re handling you- your situation pretty well.” He uttered a minor gasp in between words, when he felt the needle get inserted in his left arm.
“I have to, otherwise my idiot of a brother will get hurt again.” He said with a smirk.
If he could, Leonardo would roll his eyes. “Oh yeah, sure laugh it up.”
“I plan to.” Donatello said with a titter. “In case you haven’t noticed I have a syringe needle in your arm, so don’t even try.”
“Then where’s the fun in that?” Leo asked in an equally amused tone.
“I swear I am this close to just jumping your shell right now.” He breathed, and as stated Leo could smell the heavy hormones sweating off the olive skin.
“Maybe later. I know you’re starting to get a bit aggressive. When was the last time you slept?” He asked in concern.
“Hmm… not entirely sure…” He drawled, just as he pulled the needle away from the forest colored arm. He took a single glance at the crimson colored blood in the syringe before taking it with him to the corner of his lab.
“If you don’t, then you might get as bad as me. Maybe even as bad as Raph when he gets agitated.”
“Maybe, but I’m not going to sleep just yet.”
“Donnie.” He started. “You need to get some sleep, you cannot go days without it. Especially during season.”
“Like I said, I can’t.” The purple turtle replied.
Leonardo hated not being able to see at the moment. His ninja sense can only do so much, but even that cannot replace his sight to see his brother’s expression, or how tired he looks. Or if he is injured to a sense. All he could do is face in Donatello’s general direction.
Unconsciously he reached out, lifting his hand just enough to indicated he wanted contact. He got it because Donatello soon touched his hand, wrapping it in his three fingers carefully.
“You know I’m always here right?” The leader asked carefully. He wanted his lover to know that regardless of what happens it would be fine.
“I know. And do you know that you’re making it hard to contain my boner right now?” Donatello groused.
...still in season.
At that Leonardo smiled. “Then how about tonight, you can take care of that little tool later. You can even keep the bandages on if you like.”
The grip on his hand loosen only slightly. “Are you for real?”
“Only one hundred.”
It took everything in the inventor to not ravish his brother right then and there. But he knew better that it would be more than worth the wait, he’s waited nearly two days for this. And maybe he might be able to finally rest this damn mating season soon; in fact it’s was Leonardo’s constant visits that kept him awake. His own hand was nothing in comparison to what his older brother could do for him.
Either on top or on bottom, he didn’t care, he just wanted some damn relief. And to think that he can even do a little blindfold-play. Oh the mere thought of it made him want to churr so bad.
But alas he didn’t, he knew better.
“Alright, I’ll make sure to keep that on the top of my lists.” He responded.
For some reason Leonardo felt it necessary to feel worried about these ‘lists’ that his lover mentioned.
“We’ll have to see about that later.” Leonardo said with a smile trying to cover the nervous tone in his voice.
“Oh believe me, we will.” Donatello husked leaning in slightly to press a sloppy kiss on his brother’s lips before moving to the corner of his mouth and down his neck.
Now it was Leonardo’s turn to keep his churr in. And right now he was doing such a poor job at it. Just when he thought Donatello was going to continue, he felt the other separate. “Alright, you’re done, do you need help getting to your room?”
“Just outside the lab, I can handle it from there.” He rubbed an hand over Donatello’s arm when he sat up.
“Besides I think I should be getting ready for later.” Leonardo said in a deep voice.
Another kiss, this time on the shoulder. “I’m looking forward to it.” The in-season turtle hissed, the hot breath brushing over his already sensitive skin like a feather.
Leonardo tightened his eyelids a bit, he felt the younger then place his lips on the brushed area. He bit his inner cheek when a tongue smoothed over the skin. Hands started move when he reacted. A single hand to a firm plastron was enough to stop the other.
“Donnie. I already said no.”
There was a deep sigh. “I know… I’m sorry I just-” A leaf green finger then was placed on his olive lips.
“I understand. But just be patient and all will come to you.” Leo smiled.
A tiny churr could be heard from the other, rumbling in his vocals ready to release.
“It’ only a couple of hours, I know you can last that long.” Leonardo added, a hint of a leader tone now elapsing in his voice.
“Gosh you’re making it so hard now.” The younger breathed.
“Exactly how hard?” The leader smirked in jest.
Had he been able to see he would have seen the bright blush on the olive face.
“Is that so my son.” Splinter questioned seeing his son sit near the kitchen table with his head on his hands.
“As far as I can tell Sensei.” Mikey replied, desperately making sure he didn’t look up.
“I see…” His tone was unreadable, and he was pretty sure too that his face wouldn’t give any hints in how Splinter took this news. He just hoped he didn’t make a mistake.
“Well then, I will speak to Leonardo about this matter.” He added the cane in his grip lifted the ground.
“Right now?” Mikey rose his head his baby blues wide.
“As soon as possible.” The elder mutant replied. “I believe that my absence in this matter should step over some bounds as we speak.”
“I dunno if it would be a good idea since well Don is looking over Leo’s eyes right now.” Mikey stated stopping his father in his tracks.
He didn’t have to see his dad’s face to know he was not pleased with that info.
“I believe I know when it’s best then.” Splinter said finally when he left the kitchen.
Mikey then shut his eyes and let his head fall with a loud thump. *Oh man… I hope I didn’t make a mistake…*