Two's Company - chap42Two's Company - chap42 by Fulcrumisthebomb
Two's Company, Four's A Crowd
Warning: mild turtlecest
"Do you have to stay in here?" Mikey grumbled, and Donnie glared at him as he sat on the bed beside him.
"We're going to fix this, Mikey."
"You can't just fix someone," Mikey exploded, standing and pacing around the room angrily. "You can't just fix him. You can't get out your little tools and twist something in his brain and make him change. Leo is Leo and he'll always be Leo."
Donnie sighed, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "You know, psychologically, a person changes every five years-,"
"I don't give a shit what your fat fancy books say!" Mikey snapped. "I don't want him to change, I just I just "
Donnie stood and wrapped Mikey in a gentle hug, nestling his head against his shoulder.
"I want him to love me like I love him," Mikey wailed.
"He does," Donnie said quietly, patting his shell soothingly. "Remember what I told you? This is a lot for Leo to experie
Insomnia chp 20 -final-Insomnia chp 20 -final- by Fulcrumisthebomb
Two Months Later
"Thought 'bout what Leo said?"
Donatello glanced away from the van's motor in irritation. He and Raph had returned home early from an uneventful patrol, and were enjoying their time alone together.
Or, they were, until Raphael brought that up. Donnie sighed, rubbing his face and unknowingly smearing the oil on his forehead.
"I know it's taking an extended amount of time for me to get comfortable with the idea of including Mikey," Donnie said apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm working on it, I really am-,"
Raphael snorted a laugh. "Don't gotta be sorry to me. I was just wonderin'."
Donnie sighed again, resting against the bumper dejectedly. He'd expected the gentle nudging from Leo, but not from Raph. "I'll sit down with Mikey tonight and-,"
"Hey, Don, relax," Raphael chuckled, leaning forward to rest an arm around his shoulders. "I ain't in no hurry, trust me."
"What?" Donnie shifted to look up at him, confused. "
ConsequencesTitle: ConsequencesConsequences by g33kg1rl-RxD
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles.
Summary: Leatherhead loses control again and Donatello happens to be in the way.
Red. It was under his claws, running down his fingers and drip, drip, dripping to the floor. He stared at it, his body perfectly still. This wasn't right. It was wrong. Why was this here?
The fog faded from the sides of his vision and he turned, staring at Donatello as he tightened his mask around his arm and used his teeth to tie the ends. The purple darkened suddenly, spreading outward and lengthening before it seemed to still, damp and heady, the thickness of blood hanging in the air between them.
"Donatello...." his tongue felt heavy, uncoordinated.
He smiled at him, a knot between his brows but he smiled to him and waved him off, "I'm all right, really. It's just a scratch." Donatello pressed his arm to his chest. It
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