Broken Weekend (2/4) Part Two
Title Broken Weekend
Characters/Pairings Raph/Don (non-con), Don/Leo, Mikey/Angel
Warnings Non-con, Turtlecest, Turtle Anatomy, Implications of a sexual relationship with a minor
Summary Blind rage, a mistake; returning home, a lie; pleasure, a revelation; guilt, a start of reparation
Chapter Two Part Two
Part One
“HAH! Take that Mr. Battle Nexus Champion! This little chick is totally kicking your ass!” The Playstation controller swung on its cord from slender fingers as Angel gloated her video game victory over Michelangelo.
The youngest turtle dropped his controller, and grabbed the girl around the waist. He yanked her into his lap, to tickle her sides. “You think you're so tough, but I can still get you right where I want you.”
She howled and beat at his plastron and shoulders with balled up fists, squirming and trying her damnedest to get out of his grip. They wound up tumbling off the couch, each trying to gain the upper hand in their tickle fight. It ended with Angel pinned under Mikey's plastron, wrists held down next to her head.
“Like I said, I can still get you where I want you.” He moved to kiss her.
She narrowed her eyes and her voice held a note of warning. “Yeah, in the living room where your brother's practicing.”
Leonardo hadn't stopped his kata throughout their whole game. But that didn't mean that he was unaware of them, and what they were doing. He didn't appreciate Mikey flaunting his relationship with Angel. He joked about her being jailbait, but the truth of the matter was that it did disturb him. Mikey felt he didn't have any room to talk, considering past and present relationships with two of their brothers.
Michelangelo kissed her anyways, but let her up. He reclaimed his seat on the couch while she shook out the rumples from her clothes.
She scooped up the controller, but he caught her glance toward his eldest brother.
Leonardo paused in the midst of a kata and turned to the door. Apparently his Leader Sense was tingling because not even five seconds later the lair door opened and Donnie walked in. Or maybe it was Klunk waltzing up to the door expectantly.
A relieved sigh escaped from the eldest turtle and he turned to finish the set. But his motions had lost their grace, to become jerky and short.
Didn't take a genius to realize that he only did so, because he was both relieved and spitting mad.
Donnie had his arms full of junk,; odds and ends that Mikey had no idea what he planned to do with. Not exactly unusual. But that wasn't what caught his attention. His eyes widened.
Angel beat him to the punch though. “Don, are you okay?”
Donatello glanced at the teen and a smile pulled at one corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I'm fine, Angel. Wasn't expecting you to be here, or I would have gotten back sooner.”
“I wouldn't be here, but Mikey managed to wreck our plans again.”
Aw shell, she figured it out. “Hey! What makes you think that was my fault?”
Angel blinked at him, eyebrows raised, like she shouldn't even have to explain.
Leonardo finally stopped, and slid his swords into their sheath.
Michelangelo tensed. A slowly simmering anger radiated from the eldest turtle, and Mikey worried that Leo wouldn't even notice their brother's appearance.
A dark bruise partially closed Donatello's left eye, spotted his arms and he could make out faint scratches on his snout, and jaw. It looked like the quietest of his brothers had been in a fight.
Leonardo stalked toward Donatello, a wolf raising its hackles at a disobedient member of the pack. ”Where the hell have you been Donatello? You didn't let anyone know you'd left. I would have been happy with a-.” He broke off abruptly, eyes wide, and his shoulders dropped. “Don, what happened?”
Donatello tensed, turning his attention on their eldest brother. They all knew that Leonardo didn't swear if he could help it, not like Raph or Mikey. Even Donnie cussed more. But it let them know that he was furious, on those rare occasions when actually he did.
“Maybe we should let him sit his shi-uh, stuff down before we start playing twenty questions, bro.”
Leonardo's eyes flicked toward the couch, then his critical gaze swept over the other turtle’s body. Assessing the damage, no doubt. He took a deep breath, and nodded. “You should eat, too. Leftovers are in the fridge.”
Donatello pressed his mouth into a thin line, looking none too pleased, but he didn't argue. “I'll just set these in the lab then.”
Leo crossed his arms over his plastron and leaned his weight onto one leg. “I'll be waiting right here.”
Donatello ducked his head and shuffled into his lab.
Leonardo didn’t move from his spot, and his breath came in measured pulses. One of his favorite methods for controlling his temper.
Angel hesitantly sat down next to Mikey, her eyes wide and uncertain. Mikey knew exactly how she felt, too.
It looked like Donnie had the shell beat off of him. They looked at least a few hours old too. Why hadn’t Donatello come back sooner?
A soft body pressed close to him, and a warm hand touched his thigh.
Michelangelo turned his head toward the warm breath on his cheek.
“Should I leave?” Angel whispered
Leonardo glanced toward them, but remained silent, whether he’d heard the question or not.
Michelangelo tucked her possessively against his side (even though he knew she hated when he did that), and slung his arm over her shoulder. “Nah. If he wanted us gone, he’d say so.”
Angel nodded and squirmed out from under his arm to lean forward and grab the controller from where it had fallen on the floor.
Donatello came out of his lab and wordlessly disappeared into the kitchen.
The two of them played their video games, though much quieter than they had been. Leonardo continued to pull his living statue routine. Mikey couldn’t seem to relax his shoulders, and even though his eyes watched the TV screen, all of his senses were straining to catch Donatello’s return to the living area.
As a result, he lost another two rounds to Angel.
She didn’t gloat about her victory, just mashed the correct buttons to start the next match.
Donatello finally came out of the kitchen, his footsteps quieter than normal.
Michelangelo let Angel win again, waning interest in the game fading into non-existence. He knew he really couldn’t just stop playing though. Leo would figure he would be listening in, but would be pissed if he made it too blatantly obvious.
Donatello stopped just a few feet away from where Leo still stood his ground. He crossed his arms over his plastron, but he kept his eyes deferentially on the ground, despite this defiant stance.
“You ate?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Leonardo advanced on his larger brother, and grabbed hold of his arm to turn him around. He glowered down at something on Don’s side that Mikey couldn’t see, and then he gingerly touched whatever it was.
Donatello’s breath hitched in a wince.
Leonardo’s glare snapped up at that and he dropped his hand. “How badly are you hurt?”
Donatello didn’t even flinch at the snap in Leonardo’s voice, but met his gaze evenly. “It’s worse than it looks. Just bruises and scratches.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Leo”
“All right, so would you mind explaining where you went, without a note, and why you couldn't be bothered to pick up your phone?”
Donatello took a breath, a moment he normally used to organize his thoughts, but this one was short, pained. “I was at the junkyard. I found out I needed some equipment for some of my projects. I’m sorry I didn’t call, I was… zoning. You know how I get when I’m working.” He worked something out of his belt, shifting from one foot to the other. “And my shell cell got damaged while I was out, that’s why I wasn’t picking up.”
Michelangelo tensed, eyes widening of their own accord, but he didn't dare glance back at the two behind the couch. Donnie was hiding something. Though what, he couldn’t fathom, but he just knew in the pit of his gut that his older brother had failed to tell Leo something. Donnie was usually pretty good at lying too, Mikey would bet a month of chores that Leo couldn’t tell.
“Why didn’t you come back here when that got damaged? What if something had happened to you?” A pause, and a quick glance back showed Leo’s eyes on Don’s face. “Like it apparently did. You needed us and you couldn’t even call, because your shell cell was damaged.” Another pause, and then Leonardo started up again, voice cracking like a whip as he drove home the point surest to reach this particular brother. “What if we’d needed you, and we couldn’t reach you? Did that ever occur to you?” A few steps closer to Donatello, and Leonardo’s voice dropped low, almost into a whisper. “I panicked when I came home to an empty lair. You understand what that means to me.”
Donatello’s voice came in a soft whisper of sound that almost couldn’t be heard from the couch. “I know, I’m sorry.”
Annnnd now Mikey felt like he was intruding on something more private. Though why Donnie would understand was anyone’s best guess. Then again, there had been that time when Ultimate Draco had taken them. They'd all had interesting stories to tell, except for Donnie. He'd just sat quietly through all their stories and when his turn had finally come up, all he'd said was that everyone had died. He wouldn't say anything besides that, but his eyes had spoken volumes. Leo was easy to figure out; he had something like nightmare flashes whenever the lair was deserted when he came home. Probably because most of the times it has spelled trouble for them and then... They had gotten back one day and found Sensei... He'd had a heart attack and none of them had been there to help him. They came home, and their Father was...dead. It had disturbed Leo the most out of them, him and his big sense of responsibility and overbearing protectiveness, which had gotten worse for a while afterwords.
“So...” Michelangelo finally spoke up, turning away from the TV to face the other two. “What happened? Did you decide to skateboard on your face? Trust me, that is not a cool thing to do, bro.”
Angel patted the top of his head. “So speaks of the voice of experience. I always wondered what was wrong with you.”
“Hey!” Mikey whapped her on the knee, but grinned at her tease. Then he turned and waited expectantly for his brother's answer.
Donatello glanced toward Michelangelo “You guys are blowing this way out of proportion. It wasn't trouble. I just sorta took a bit of a tumble.”
Leo's eyeridges rose, the corners of his mouth turned down in suspicion.
“Really. I was, uh, climbing on this pile, and misjudged how much weight it could take. Slid right off and onto a pile of cinderblocks.”
Michelangelo blinked, and reminded himself to close his mouth. “Dude, what’d you do? Rub your face in them?”
Donatello grimaced, rubbing his fingers over his scalp in embarrassment. “No, it was just… a pretty bad fall.”
Mikey narrowed his eyes, because something still wasn’t right. He could see the strain in his brother’s smile. He wasn't even touching the bruises though they probably hurt like hell. Donnie was lying. Why and what he was hiding escaped him; he still didn’t have all the pieces.
Leo’s hand landed on Donnie's shoulder, full-blown worried big brother mode activated. “Are you okay?”
The purple mask bobbed up and down. “I told you, I’ll be fine.”
Two fingers brushed the unbruised side of Donnie’s snout, and the brown eyes framed in the blue mask softened.
Mikey dropped his gaze and turned around; knowing your brothers were doing the nasty was one thing, having it shoved out into plain sight still made him squirm uncomfortably.
Leonardo’s next words, and the tone he spoke in, belied that small intimate gesture. “Go take a shower, you’re filthy. And bring the first aid kit out here when you’re done. I don’t want you to get an infection.”
Donatello murmured an affirmative, and headed for the stairs. As he turned, Michelangelo caught a glimpse of a large bruise between his shell and plastron. Shell, that had to have been some tumble, that was a hard area to hurt in a fall.
Angel hadn’t turned around, and she called out before Donatello disappeared into the bathroom. “Hey, how about a movie? I haven’t hung with all of you in a while.”
Donatello looked back with a surprised expression that turned into smiled at Angel. “Well, looks like I’ll be out here for a little while anyways.”
Michelangelo grinned. Movie night sounded like a great idea. ”Now all we need is Raph and the family would be complete.”
Leonardo nodded. “That sounds like a great idea,” he said, echoing Mikey’s own thoughts. “Speaking of which. Donnie, was Raph still here when you left?”
Donatello stiffened. “Ah, no. He’d left already.”
“And did he happen to mention where he was going?”
“No…” The next eldest brother paused. “He, ah, might not be back tonight though…”
Michelangelo stared at Donatello, the picture clicking beginning to fall in place like Tetris.
Scowl on his face, Leonardo crossed his arms back over his plastron. “What makes you say that, Don?”
The hesitation was not obvious to the casual observer, but Michelangelo had been reading his brothers since they were toddlers. Donatello hesitated before answering. “He was upset.”
Finally everything clicked together, one solid picture. “Raph did that,” Mikey breathed.
Leonardo’s eyes snapped toward him. His piercing gaze slid back over to the other turtle, and he waited, glowering.
Donatello looked decidedly uncomfortable, his weight shifted from one leg to the other. When he did speak it was slow, hesitant; as though Mr. Brainiac had to find all the words. “We had a bit of a fight.“ Then he sped up, eyes wide and hands held out before him. “It was my fault. I was running my mouth and said some stupid things.” His gaze dropped to the floor.
The scowl didn’t leave Leonardo’s face, if anything he tensed up even more, his body fairly vibrating with pent-up anger. “Why did you lie about it?”
Angel spoke up suddenly, surprising the three of them. “Yeah, it’s not like you guys aren't used to Raph completely going apeshit on you all.So, why cover it up?” She blinked when Leo frowned at her. “What?”
Donatello shifted uncomfortably, looking anywhere but either of his brothers.
A grin slowly grew across Mikey's face. “It's okay Donnie. Promise not to tell Master Splinter that Raph completely whipped your ass. Especially if he's got some bruises to show for it. Come on, you getting in a fight with the Raph-meister? I'm totally not telling.”
Guilt flashed across his face, but Donnie managed something that might have resembled a smile. “I am kinda embarrassed that I really didn't leave much of a mark on him.”
Face met palm with a soft smack. “Dude, seriously? At least one, please! Otherwise I'm totally telling Sensei.”
“Mikey!” Leonardo snapped. “That's enough.”
Leo didn't have to say anymore, Mikey got the hint. Too soon yet to really joke about. The wound from their Father's death fresh and deeper than anything they'd ever had physically inflicted. Mikey knew when to keep his mouth shut.
“Don, why didn’t you tell the truth? Why did you lie?”
Donatello met Leonardo’s eyes, and he spoke with more surety than he had since he came home. Like he'd practiced the words in front of a mirror. “Because I didn’t want Raph to get in trouble even though I’m the one who instigated the fight.”
Leonardo’s eyes narrowed to mere slits. “You say that you didn't leave so much as a mark on you, but you get the blame for fighting?”
“I know better than to tick off Raph when he's in his moods.”
The brown eyes narrowed. “Are you asking for his punishment?”
“Yes. Don't touch him on this' Leo.”
“All right, fine then.” He took a Breath (much like the Look, it heralded something you were sure to hate). “You are restricted to the lair. Patrol and training, the junkyard for parts, and that's it. No visiting April, or your friends on Garbage Island, or Leatherhead. ”
Donatello nodded once, matching Leonardo’s glare with a defiant stare, and finally left to shower.
Leonardo sighed and glanced toward Angel. “Movie night still on? Let me know when it's ready to start. I'll be in the dojo.” He grabbed up a cloth from the shelf just outside the door.
Michelangelo couldn't help the grin on his face. It served to ease the tension in his shoulders. “Gonna go polish your sword now?”
Leonardo paused and then without any warning tossed the cloth at his youngest brother.
Mikey yelped, and tried to dodge, but it still fluttered over his face. He yanked it off and threw it to the floor. “Oh, ew! Now I got Leo cooties all over my face!” He swiped at his snout to clean it off.
Angel snorted as she put the controllers away. “What are you? Twelve.”
Leonardo came over and snatched up his cloth, eyes glinting in mirth, though he didn't say anything and his expression never changed..
Arms akimbo, Michelangelo shot his girlfriend an offended pout. “Oh please. My brothers always tell me I'm eight, not twelve.”
Leonardo smiled. “Maybe we could graduate you to ten, just for Angel's benefit. It's a little less creepy for her to be dating a ten year old, than an eight year old. Don't you think?”
“Woohoo! Does that mean I get to have two supreme birthday parties to make up for all those years when I was still eight?”
Leonardo waved the cloth at his brother. “Yup sure. Don't forget though, you're only ten. So you have a strict bedtime, and no movies other than G-rated stuff-maybe PG if we preview it first, you have to eat your vegetables to get your dessert...”
Mikey interrupted his brother before he could go on (and boy could he go on). “Whoa whoa whoa! All right, how about I go back to being twenty?”
Leonardo tilted his head, mouth tpursed thoughtfully. He finally nodded once. “I suppose that would be agreeable. I wouldn't have minded, but I doubt the other two would want to stay at home and babysit you.”
Angel giggled, and Leonardo grinned. He turned then and headed for the dojo, leaving Michelangelo and Angel alone at last.
Angel watched Leonardo close the door, then she turned to Mikey. “Wonder what Donnie said to get Raph so mad...”
Mikey caressed her purple hair, and tugged her closer. “Nowadays? Coulda been anything.”
She let him, and returned his caress with one of her own. Fingers brushed lightly over his snout, before she kissed him.
He loved her hands on his face; he didn't know why. It tingled him all the way down to his toes, which he wiggled in delight. He kissed her back, arms wrapped around her waist.
She broke off first, suddenly shy, fingers touching her lips. God, it made him hot for her. “I'm gonna get some drinks ready. You wouldn't happen to know where Raph's beer is, would you?”
Annnd good feeling gone. “Even if I did, I'm totally not telling you.”
Angel grinned. “I thought Raph didn't scare you, Mikey.”
Michelangelo snorted. “He doesn't, but have you seen the way Casey wields those sticks of his. Scares the shit out of me.” He paused as a thought occurred to him. “Man, we need to make popcorn!” He caught up with Angel and took the opportunity to grope her butt, just to hear her squeal.