Chapter 15: Requests...
Mikey has never been happier to be interrupted in his life.
Raph quickly spun around to see their eldest brother standing by the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Well look who finally decided to show up.” Raph stated roughly, surely not pleased to see Leonardo at all.
Leo didn’t take notice to Raphael’s attitude at all, instead his blue gaze remained on his freckled brother.
His eyes then shot up on the ceiling now that there was a tiny leak from there.
“Care to explain what was the noise in here moments ago?”
Mikey wanted to explain, but the moment Raph got closer to his older brother, the youngest never said anything.
“What does it matter to you fearless!”
“I believe it does matter to me when one of my brothers is screaming in fear.” He said, looking as imposing as ever.
True to his word, he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, all he could really recall was being near the breakfast table, and seeing Donatello quite a bit. However the moment he went to question what was happening he could hear Michelangelo scream across the lair.
Raph glared at his older brother. “You know whatever! It’s not like anyone ever tells me anything!”
“Raph.” Leo tried to say softly, but the other just left without so much caring.
Leo lifted his head in light annoyance, making sure to take in a long sigh then looking at his baby brother.
“Are you alright?” He questioned walking in.
“I’m cool, don’t worry.” Michelangelo added staring down at his feet.
“Is something wrong?” Leo asked, but the moment he got close, his nostrils quickly engulfed in a heavy scent. It moved rapidly in his senses and quickly he had to take a step back before he reacted to them.
“Mikey are you in season?” The leader asked.
In short the youngest nodded, quickly sitting on his bed, his head was spinning just a bit.
“You were too.” Mikey mentioned his innocent blue eyes meeting Leo’s sharp sapphire.
“Huh?” The leader blinked in a comedic manner, his brows knitted together in thought.
The breakfast table came to mind, flashes of previous nights clear as day. Well… that could explain some things…
“Did I…?” His forest cheeks were burning slightly. “Do anything?”
Mikey thought about it, his mouth twitching for a moment. He wondered if he should say anything to Leo at all…
“Mikey please.” The oldest pestered.
“I… I didn’t see anything.”
Out of the four of them, Michelangelo was the worst liar, so there was no way he was ever able to worm himself out of a confession. But he wasn’t lying right now.
Leo examined his brother’s face, eyeing every facial movement, so much to see an eye shift or a single beat of sweat. He didn’t find a single one.
Yeah, Mikey wasn’t lying. However… he noticed how the youngest shifted just the slightest. Obliviously there was something he wasn’t telling him.
“Is there something wrong?” Leonardo repeated the question, leaning his head just the slightest.
Mikey stared up, in a split second he shook his head. “Just in season, you know how it gets.”
Forest colored lips tightened. Obviously he wasn’t wanting to spill the beans. Then…
“Where’s Donatello?”
He saw how the other shifted his eyes to the right. So he was in the lab.
“I think he’s in the lab.”
The leader nodded at his brother. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”
It seemed to be enough, but one thing was for certain, Leo would have to talk to him later. Obviously something didn’t sit well with his younger brother. He wondered if Mikey suspected something, the nunchaku wielder always seems to get a hook over a matter then the three give him credit for.
Lately Mikey has been acting a little weird, even for himself.
His musk flared up again, making Leo move back when his nostrils started to taste the hormones.
“Alright, well…” Leonardo cleared his voice. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Mikey added with a hint of charisma.
Leo looked at his brother one more time with a smile before heading over to Donatello’s laboratory.
Thoughts of previous days still buzzed in his head, concern also wiggled in there. Leonardo was no stranger that when his season came he was much more brash than usual. He wondered if he argued with Raphael during that time. He really doubted that he dove into his rut without his brothers besides Donnie knowing. Another inch of warmth spread over his cheeks, he’s just glad Master Splinter wasn’t home.
Blue eyes locked on when he did make to the lab, he slid his hand to the knob to open… -only to find it locked.
Leo knocked on the metal door a couple of times. “Don it’s me.”
Silence…
“Donnie.”
“…Leo?” The genius sounded very unsure and quiet.
“Hey, I promise I’m fine right now, mind if I come in?”
There was silence again, for a moment the leader didn’t think he would open but he heard footsteps, and before he knew it the door opened to reveal Donatello’s tired expression.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Donatello asked observing him.
“Yeah.”
His mahogany eyes scanned every inch of him, he let lose a long needed sigh when the olive turtle allowed entry. The leader walked in and noticed that lab itself was a little untidy.
Donatello closed the door after him, making sure to step besides his mate.
“How are you feeling?” Don questioned.
“Better I guess, I can tell you my head isn’t spinning anymore."
A smile appeared over the inventor’s beak. “That’s a relief, I was afraid we were going to have more sex in bed again…”
Leonardo’s eyes soften. “Was I too rough?”
“No.” Don answered immediately. “No. You were just… you had a lot of energy... like Mikey energy.”
The older nodded, crossing his arms in thought. “I honestly couldn’t remember any of that.”
“Don’t doubt it. None of us really can think and remember much of what happens once our hormones are speaking instead of our minds. It’s happened to me too.”
Though the leader couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed about the whole situation.
“Did I… take advantage again?” He asked, his heart beating in mild anxiety.
Don looked up for a moment, seeing the worry in his mate’s eyes.
“No.”
Leo wasn’t having any of it. “Don please. Be honest, did I?”
A long sigh. “Yes and No.”
The leader rose a brow.
“You did take action, but you weren’t rough like last time. And well…” Memories of this morning came into mind.
“And what?”
Don twitched his mouth a little his cheeks glowing pink, “you kind of… blew me under the table during breakfast…”
Blue eyes widened like dinner plates. “I what?!”
Flashes of the last four days blinked a couple of times in his head once more. Memories solidifying clearer of seeing a flush Donatello under him, a few times where he saw him over him. The familiar taste of skin and seed tingled on his taste buds…
If Donatello didn’t know any better, he’d say that Leo would easily pull of the red mask like his cheeks.
The flushed expression on the leader was just priceless, that he couldn’t help but chuckle the slightest.
“I’m going to assume you want to sleep alone tonight?”
The leader just nodded. “If that’s alright with you?”
“After these last days, I think it’s best to look like nothing happened, just until you want to speak to Master Splinter when he returns.” Don inquired.
Leo looked down a little, his thoughts to speaking to his father still mixed as to what his reaction would be.
“I still think it’s a little soon, I understand the situation and it would best to tell him. But I feel like it’s better to wait a bit until the seasons run out. I just completed mine and Mikey just entered his. You know how Master Splinter feels about this alone.” He stated the first time when they all entered this new stage in their lives.
Their father wasn’t exactly a fan about the whole knew puberty thing. But at least he was very understanding as this was something as new to them as well. Well that was when April came in and explained the situation to everyone.
Apparently everyone goes through the transition in their lives of the ideal sex and curiosity. And they still retained their animalistic instincts, that wasn't something that the four brothers had control over.
But obviously personal treatment over their own needs was something that must remained behind closed doors.
Donatello nodded in agreement. “I completely understand, just until things cool down, who knows how long until mine comes in. We also still need to go through Raphael’s season remember?”
Leo nodded, though he could still feel that annoyed twitch in his stomach, out of all of them with the exception of his own, Raph’s season was the worst to be around. Not only was he more aggressive to the point where he was tearing things off his own walls, (okay it was just a poster and comic shelf but still) he was much more impatient and even willing to fight physically with his brothers.
Poor Mikey had to get the doctor treatment when his shoulder got dislocated after one of his pranks gone wrong.
Everyone tended to remain out of his way until he was done.
So far the only one who can calm him down the most was Casey. As the big lug would usually end up either talking to him or even go as far as fight the younger turtle.
In the end the two get the same bruises and cuts needed for treatment, but at least Raphael gets it out of his system.
Thank heavens he has the shortest season.
Donatello nodded at the thought. “Alright.”
Leo smiled and moved in slowly, Don looked at his brother before the older turtle placed a simple kiss on his lips. “We can get through this, I mean we always have, right?”
The genius returned the smile. “Yeah, we always do.”
