Turtle Story: They Stumbled Toward Ecstasy Ch.1
Title: They Stumbled Toward Ecstasy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Raph/Don
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles.
Summary: They make a great team - both as colleagues and lovers. The work is intense, the sex is amazing; but Donatello is hiding something, refusing Raphael the one thing that should be so easy to give at this point. What happened to him?
Warnings: Oh baby - Angst; angsty-angst.
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They Stumbled Toward Ecstasy
By: Melissa the Damgel
Taped Back Together
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It was supposed to be a simple in and out job. Simple. Hah! What a joke.
Snarling as he kicked the last Foot ninja in the face, Raphael stalked from the warehouse, fire billowing out behind him as one of the tanks blew and was beginning to overheat the trucks next to it. He had about a minute to get out of there before the oil rig blew just to his left, but he had to get the info.
Ripping the hunting knife out of his thigh that one of the Foot managed to stab him with, he stalked up to one of the punks trying to crawl away and he kicked him in the head, sending the man tumbling and smashing into a tank's tire track. Grabbing the man by the front of his black outfit, Raphael jabbed the point of the knife into the man's neck and leaned in close, allowing the Foot ninja to see his reflection in Raphael's helmet. "Where the hell is she?" He demanded in his voice that was rough and raspy, something far too dark to sound purely human. He had suddenly become a true demon to these people and the man he held cried - literally cried - as he choked on blood and tears.
"25th Street. Office building in New York. Floor 94, room 173." He gagged and Raphael threw him away like a ragdoll, ignoring the Foot's scream as he landed in a batch of enflamed gasoline.
He was out of there, calmly walking out of the warehouse on the docks and mounting his motorcycle. As he revved the engine and sent the wheel spinning, the oil tanker within hissed and then exploded and a black cloud of smoke and oil billowed into the air and out across the river, chasing Raphael on his bike like some black and fiery beast from hell.
Swerving out onto the main street and managing to dodge a car and the last of the exploitation and debris at the last moment, Raphael gunned the engine and drove hard and fast, aggressively navigating through the streets of Brooklyn to get to New York.
Pressing a button on his helmet at the same time as driving around a large semi truck, Raphael increased his speed and weaved through the traffic. "Hey, Donnie, ya get all that?"
"I can't believe you blew that place up. Do you have any idea how many innocent peop-"
"What, and ya don't think that little girl is scared out of her mind 'cause o' these guys?" He growled and cut threw an alley once he was off the bridge and once again out on the quieter roads of the huge city. "When did da Foot resort ta kidnappin' and ransom?"
"When we blew up their leader and he was sent to some forever prison on another planet?" Donnie offered in a sarcastic and drawled out tone.
"Whatever." Raph grumbled and darted out into the busy traffic again as he made his way into the upscale portion of town out on 25th street. "Ah shit..." He hissed as he slowed the bike and gazed up at all the buildings. "That punk told me everything but which damn building it was!" He shouted.
"There are only three buildings on the whole street that have numbered floors beyond 90…. And then the room number on that floor…. I'd put money on it being the..." He paused again as he muttered to himself, typing a moment more, "Yeah, try the Whitmore building."
"Got it." Raph gunned it for the last hundred yards and then jumped the curb and skid to a halt in the alley beside the building. He dismounted and got to work scouting the building. "Get me in there Donnie." He growled.
"Underground access. Look for-"
"Got it."
Raphael pulled his ball and chain free behind his back and sent the iron ball into a fast spin before he smashed it down upon the locks, shattering the simple steel clamp and he was inside before Donnie could finish sighing in annoyance - which he smirked at. Donatello hated it when he beat him to the punch line. He'd probably have a huffy Don on his hands once he got home.
"Where do I go now?" He asked as he navigated out of the basement and headed for the stairs.
"Don't go into the main lobby yet Raph, I gotta check to make sure the security system is shut down." Donnie's voice explained in his ear. Raphael sighed and tapped his foot, impatient and annoyed.
"Yeah, I think we got the right building. Every floor has security activated and armed except on floor 94 where a convenient room number of 173 is located. I've managed to disarm the security in the elevators. Can you locate the access door down there in the basement?"
"Elevator? Damn Donnie, ya coulda told me there might be one." He picked his way back through the basement, searching for several minutes - which was annoying because Don was no help and he knew Donatello was still miffed at him for the warehouse thing, and probably the basement access too.
"Raph, look to your left... no... the other left."
"That would be to my right Don. You coulda just told me ta turn around." He grumbled and punched the elevator buttons. He waited for a moment in silence as they both silently complained in their minds about the other. Once the elevator door opened and he stepped inside, punching the floor number in and standing there, now waiting for the agonizing ride upwards.
"Hey Raph..." Don suddenly said, his voice quiet and humbled.
"Don't worry about it Don. Just make sure I get off at the right floor."
There was a small sigh in his ear but he left it at that. As the doors opened, Donnie told him to take a right down the hallway. Moving slowly and cautiously, Raphael inched his way down the hall till he reached the forbidden door number 173.
"Be careful." Donatello ordered even as a hint of desperation tinged his voice.
Not answering him - because he knew it wouldn't help - Raphael reached out and carefully eased the doorknob open and then pushed the door open. The sound of people standing or moving echoed to his ears. There was a moment of complete silence then the ever so faint sound of movement shuffled on the carpet and Raphael knew all he needed. These men too were Foot ninja, not Purple Dragons or hired guns. Drawing his sai he waited till he felt one of them approach the door, then he threw his elbow out and knocked the guy in the stomach and punched him in the face with the hilt of his sai.
The man was down for the count instantly and Raphael darted into the room and threw his sai into the chest of a man near the wall, his fist connected squarely with the third and he jumped, roundhouse kicking the man coming up behind him. It was rather simple really, just four of them total. One dead and three either near death or unconscious. He didn't care, he didn't bother checking. Looking about the room, Raphael slowly combed his way through it, looking for the girl. Eyeing the closet, he jerked it open and found a small bundle on the floor, shaking and crying with her hands tied and her mouth gagged.
Sighing and reaching over to jerk his sai out of the man's chest against the wall and allowing the body to slide down it, Raphael wiped the blade clean on his outfit then knelt by the girl and undid her gag before reaching behind her to saw through the rope. "Hey kid. You okay?"
She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut as though hoping to hide from him in plain sight.
Raph frowned but he gently picked her up and cradled the nightgown clothed child in his arms as he headed out of the room. She clung to him by the time he reached the elevator and her crying was a bit more in relief than from complete fear. He rode the elevator down, holding her close, and in an awkward moment he would never be able to live down years from now due to Donnie listening in, He lightly patted her back and coughed, "Uh... it’s okay hun, you're safe now... Uncle Raphie won't let 'em getcha."
She burrowed against him and sniffled loudly, nodding her head a bit as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. Once the elevator landed in the basement, he was out of the building and once again throwing a leg over his bike and revving the engine. He was out on the street and driving across town and to the upper class suburbia where the kid was kidnapped. She was the daughter of a high ranking politician with a business in foreign trade and commerce. What the Foot wanted was beyond him, but the mere idea that the Foot was that desperate for money to try and kidnap and ransom a kid was as deplorable as anyone got in his book.
Driving down the street and towards her home, Raphael pulled to a halt several houses down and as far from the police cars parked out front as possible. Gently prodding the child in his arms, he managed to get her to look up and see her neighborhood before he straightened up and helped her down. "Go on now, go home. I'm sure yer mum and dad have missed ya as much as you've missed them."
She wiped her eyes and looked at him then hiccupped looked ready to cry again.
"Hey now! No more cryin' get goin'. I'll stop by ta make sure yer safe, got it?" He folded his arms over his chest and gazed down at her, though she couldn't see his face, the child nodded meekly.
Coughing suddenly and fidgeting with his bike, Raphael forced up his gruff exterior once again and barked a, "Go on. Get out of here already." Raph waved her off, coughing again.
The faintest of smiles touched her little white and tired face. "Thanks..." She managed out then turned, running towards her home and past the police cars and up through the grass where she pushed the door open and didn't bother to close it as she shouted, "Mommy!"
Revving the engine, he pushed off and zoomed past her home just as the police and her parents stepped out to figure out what happened.
"You know Raphie that was very sweet."
"Shut up Donnie." He growled and sped up, more than ready to go home and get some sleep.
"But Raphie-"
"Don!"
He snarled and had to endure his laughter all the way home.
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"Damnit, Don, that hurts!" Raphael shouted, about ready to throw something again - though judging by the way Donnie had jabbed the needle into his skin just now, he was still very unhappy with him for throwing his tray of first aid supplies across the room earlier.
"Then hold still!" Donatello snapped at him, glaring right back.
Raphael grunted, huffing a bit as he turned his face again then dared to peek back down and watch Donnie at work as he stitched his stab wound up.
"You're lucky it didn't hit an artery Raph." Donatello's jaw tightened and he focused so hard on his task at hand, that for a moment Raphael wondered if Don was more scared then he had been letting on.
He was silent while Donnie stitched him up and disinfected the wound before wrapping it with clean gauze.
Raph didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say to him after something like this? They had grown up together and Raph knew sarcasm wouldn't work on Donnie for he could throw it back just as easily - and usually twice as intelligent and thusly something he'd never figure out without a dictionary.
"You need to be more careful." Don scolded in a quiet voice, taping off the bandages and quietly getting started on the smaller cuts and scrapes.
Staring at Donatello as he tried to school his emotions but failing in the faint twitch and tightening of his brow and jaw, Raphael suddenly reached out, taking his wrist and squeezing slightly. "I'm okay."
"This time; but what about next time?" Donnie pointed out, not looking too thrilled about the future prospects.
"Don, this job was different. That kid was involved-"
Donatello interrupted him as he stood suddenly and was staring directly at him, holding onto Raphael's wrist just as tightly as he was holding his. "But I'd rather you live."
Momentarily stunned by the confession, Raphael's mind screeched to a halt and he stared at his brother for several long minutes, unable to find his voice or even a thought process that didn't go beyond 'Me?'.
Looking down and pressing his hands to the tabletop that Raphael sat upon, Donatello inhaled slowly and exhaled in a loud sigh. "I know what we're doing on the side is important. But I also know if Leo found out he'd kill us, and Mikey... he'd probably do something stupid like try and join - wanting to be your sidekick or something." Shaking his head and closing his eyes, He leaned into him, pressing his brow against his chest and lifting a hand to grip at his arm. "Raphie...I can't lose you. We're too young. You can't act like you'll live forever. I'm surprised we've all lived this long after all the reckless stunts we've pulled. Just... no more jumping headfirst into battles anymore. Please."
Staring up at the ceiling and frowning at the cement blocks above him, Raphael took a moment to think over his words.
"Saving that kid was good. You did a good thing by finding her. But it could have gone so horribly wrong...." he trailed off.
Bowing his head and cupping the side of Donatello's face, he urged his brother to look up at him and he offered a faint smile. "I'm too much of a bonehead to die, Donnie. I ain't leavin' ya without a fight." He promised, his voice soft, lilting as he promised him and assured him. Bowing his head that inch further, he kissed his eye and then his cheek. Donatello's breathing had quickened and he stood very still between his legs as though he wasn't willing to move. Resting his free hand upon Don's shoulder, Raphael trailed his fingers down his arm and then back up so he could cup the back of his neck and pull him close. It was a slow kiss, very tender and coaxing.
Don ran his hand up along Raphael's bicep and then around his neck, keeping his kiss gentle though even in the lingering, thoughtful brushes of their lips, there was a heat that was growing behind it. He leaned into him and Raphael leaned back, his hands sliding to his hips and helping Don up onto the table with him. Donnie pushed him backwards, moving with him as he was pressed to the table with Don moving over him and urging the kiss into something else, something deeper and faster, and something that stated what their touches claimed to be.
The lovers began to lose themselves, they buried each other within the other's arms and drowned in their kisses before they gasped for breath and fumbled against the other. Donnie's hand running along Raphael's thigh; Raph's hand gripping his hip and thrusting his tongue into his mouth; Donatello shifting against him and sliding his thighs against him; Raphael moaning and sat up, forcing Donatello down onto his lap; And then they were joined, moving as one, hands running over skin, legs rubbing against sides, kisses slipping and sliding across each other as they stumbled towards ecstasy.
He pulled away and moaned, burying his face against Raphael's neck and shuddering against him, his body moving and arching, meeting his movements and clinging to him for more. Raphael bit his shoulder, panting against him and grunting loudly now and then. It was intense, it was wild, and he shuddered with every plunge. His leg hurt like a bitch and felt like it was on fire, but he ignored it, focusing on the one thing, the one person who needed him more than anything else in the world. He needed him too.
They didn't yell or scream, they didn't moan uncontrollably or beg for more; it just was there; it was just part of who they were. Donatello whimpered and clung to him, his breathing increasing, his gasps wild and scattered, his legs tightened and his hips wiggled left and right all the faster while he was lifted up and down upon the hard, throbbing erection inside him, and Raphael just knew. He turned his head and drew him into another kiss, locking in their soft moans and gasps. A faint chant issued from Donatello's throat but with one last accurate thrust, Raphael sent Donatello's head jerking upwards, his mouth open wide with no sound escaping him and his eyes closed as he bounced and wiggled, releasing his semen between them and coating their bellies in a white and clear concoction. Raphael was a bit more vocal, he groaned against his neck and forced Donnie's hips flush against his own, remaining buried to the hilt within his lover while the passion lingered in their veins and the afterglow seeped in to replace it.
Wiping his hand across Donnie's face and brushing away a bit of the moisture upon his brow, he kissed his cheek and soothed him with kindness and reassurance.
"Donnie..."
"Shh... not yet." he whispered and hugged him tightly, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face against him.
Resting his cheek against his shoulder, Raphael sighed and hugged him tightly; cradling him in his arms and holding him like he was a porcelain doll he was afraid of dropping. Whenever that day would come that Donnie would allow him to say those three words, it would be the happiest day of his life. Till then, all he could do was hug him and beg him with his body to know what it was he wanted to say and what it was he felt. For some reason, their actions weren't as scary as saying the actual words 'I love you'.
tbc....
Preview Chapter 2:
"I can't!" He snarled, and Donnie could just see him slamming his fist against whatever it was he was hiding behind. "I'm trapped. They got me wedged in. I'm holding them off, but I can't do it forever."
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Chapter 2 now up --- g33kg1rl.livejournal.com/22792.html
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I've had this written for nearly a year now. I don't really know why I held off posting it.... I guess..... maybe in a way it was special to me somehow. Which is silly, but somehow in the process of starting off just to write something for Robina, it turned into something more and it grew into this... this roller coaster of emotions that made me fall in love with the "what if" factor.
but I hope you enjoyed the first portion, I only have to edited a bit more of it and it'll actually be completely finished. :) thanks for reading.
~Melissa the Damgel