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Syndrome	By : Aureawolf Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 7801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It’s been real wonky around here for the past week or so. Ever since me and Don caught Leo and Raph making out.

I’ll tell you, I know most people would be weirded out just by seeing one of their brothers making out with someone. But to see two going at it together. Mondo grossout.

Of course I wasn’t the only one to see it. Donny did too. But he looked a lot less like he was gonna puke.

And more like he was gonna clobber one of our older brothers.

I flip over on the couch again, trying to find a position to watch tv that doesn’t make at least one limb fall asleep. Stupid pins and needles. Poking it just makes it worse.

Someone is moving around the lair and I prop myself up. Master Splinter is making tea in the kitchen and asks if I’d like a cup.

“Nah, I’m good. Yo Master Splinter, have you seen Donatello lately? I wanted to talk with him bout something,” I trail off, not sure if Splinter has noticed the tension building between all of us lately.

It’s totally driving me bonkers. But then again, that’s probably ‘cause I’m not part of it.

Once again, little brother Mikey gets left out. Lately I feel like I’m the only one left sitting at the kid’s table. What with all my bros going totally emo on me.

“I believe I saw him head to his room after breakfast. He seems somehow distant,” Splinter looks in the direction of Don’s room, “More so than usual. Perhaps it would do him well to have someone to speak to. Michelangelo.”

I smile to father and nod, stretching my sore muscles out and practically falling off the couch as I do. Stupid thing gets more slippery every day. I think its out to get me.

Splinter sits in his chair, and despite his calm enjoyment of his tea I can tell this rift between us is even starting to affect him.

Leo and Raph have been really good about keeping their fun to themselves. In fact that one time me and Don caught them was really the only time we saw anything.

They do train a lot more together lately. Usually alone, in the training room, late at night.

Having the only room on the first floor really sucks sometimes.

I climb up the stairs and knock gently on Don’s door.

“Yes?” He calls from inside. He doesn’t sound mad, or glad to see me. Just the usual. Someone knocks, he says yes. Someone breaks down his door, he says yes.

If an enormous earthquake were to suddenly suck up our home, I get the feeling that his first reaction would be to say ‘Yes?’.

I miss when we all were around. And actually noticed each other.

The door opens with a classic scary movie style squeak. It gives me the willies every time.

“Hey Donny, how’s it shakin’?”

“Huh, oh, fine,” he replies. He doesn’t even lift his head to look at me. Just sits at his desk, surrounded by piles of inventions half finished, and finished, and gutted for the sake of parts for other inventions.

One of these days something is totally gonna come rippin’ out of Don’s room, and knowing my look I’ll get eaten alive by the giant robot monstrosity.

Not that I’m scared of my brother’s room or anything. It’s just a bit creepy. With the door, and the fact that the only light is a tiny one on the desk that just leaves the piles of techno-crap in the shadows.

I think I have a deep rooted fear of electronics killing me. Too many video games I bet.

Also explains the fear of flaming zombies.

I walk over and lean on my brother’s shell, looking over his shoulder at what he’s working on. I have no idea what it is.

“Looks cool…”

Donatello smiles up at me, just a quick tiny flash of one, before going back to his work.

That’s it. Just that little quick smirk and then back to work. No jokes. No long winded techno-babble explanations.

“I miss you Don,” I say, hardly realizing that my thoughts actually voiced themselves.

“I’m right here Mikey,” he says in that patronizing tone of his. Leo and Raph may treat me like the baby, but at least they’re honest about it. Donny does it in a round-about way.

It really pisses me off.

“You know dude, you’re really not. Ever since we saw Leo and Raph together,” his shoulders tense under my elbows and it makes me lose my train of thought. As I struggle to gather it back together, Donny seems to be fighting with something as well.

“I’ve just been busy. So has everyone else—“

“’Cept me. You’ve been in here every day, working on…er…whatever it is you’re working on. Raph and Leo have been with each other all the time, and you know I’m not going anywhere near that…”

Don ignores me this time, going back to his tinkering. I hate being ignored. It really bums me out.

I reach out and spin Don around in his chair, his eyes flying open in surprise as I do.

“Mikey what are you—“

“Look Donny. We need to talk.”

Cutting him off worked as I thought it would. His beak snaps shut and he blinks at me in total shock. I’m standing in front of him, and it feels wrong to be taller, so I kneel down instead, until we’re close to the same eye level.

My hands are still sitting on the armrests of his spinny chair, and he seems to squirm back and forth, avoiding my arms that are half-encircling him.

“What’s going on between us, Don? You haven’t talked about what happened last week. And it may have weirded me out, but you, well, you looked…”

Damn. I don’t know how to put it.

“Hurt?” He whispers, his voice more raspy than usual. I look up and nod to him, but he’s not looking at me. His eyes are staring off at the wall, squeezed together almost in pain.

I fold my legs beneath me, dropping down and releasing my hold on the chair in front of me. It spins a bit, odd since Donny can fix almost anything, but not his slightly off-balance chair.

He sits for a minute, his eyes looking everywhere but at me, before heaving a sigh.

“Sorry I worried you Mikey. It’s really nothing,” He stands to leave but I jump up and catch his wrist. I won’t let him go that easily.

“No. Look Don, I know that,” I release him and sit down on the floor again; he hovers next to his chair, obviously torn between going and staying. “I-I know that whatever this is, it doesn’t involve me. It’s between the three of you. I just…I wanna help anyway, you know?”

Damn. My voice. It sounds so pathetic. I hate it. But I hate being left out even more. Whatever is going on there’s gotta be a way that I can help.

There’s just gotta.

“Mikey…” Don’s voice is soft and he plunks back into his chair. I don’t look up at him, too busy making sure that my voice won’t crack when I talk, and that there aren’t any tears on their way out of my eyes.

I cry all the time. Don’t know why it’s so important that I don’t do it now.

I feel my brother’s hand gently rest on my head, rubbing his thumb along my brow. It soothes me, just like it always has, and I relax, letting myself lean into the support of my bro’s hand.

It feels nice. Like how things used to be.

“It was Raph.”

“Huh?” I look up, my movement dislodging Donny’s hand from my head. Aw man. Had to go and ruin the moment.

“He’s been…well, we’ve been…um…”

I don’t push him, don’t try and rush him. But to see Donny reduced to this stuttering. I mean. He sounds like me for crying out loud.

“The reason I’ve been moping around is because I’m jealous of Leo. Raph…he picked Leo over me.”

Don’s head is hanging practically to his chest, and his voice is barely a whisper. It’s like he’s struggling just to say each word. Crud…I feel terrible now.

Stupid Master Splinter. This is his fault.

“Are you sure Raph knows you’re interested? I mean…lets face it, he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” I say, trying to cheer my brother up. He just lets out a sad little chuckle. It’s not happy. Even a little bit. Not at all.

I pat him on his kneepads, trying to reassure him. It doesn’t seem to work. He just keeps his head down.

“I wasn’t…at first. Not that,” he chokes on his words, and his hands clench where they rest on his thighs. He’s shaking. My big brother Donatello who always knows what to do, and how to win in every situation, is shuddering. I move my hands to hold onto him and he grabs them fiercely.

After he clears his throat a bit and composes himself he continues.

“Not that Raph cared. It didn’t take long until I didn’t mind very much. I even was starting to get used to it. Then…”

I give a reassuring squeeze. He’s said plenty.

“That explains a lot. I kept seeing Raphael sneaking out of his room. Whenever I was grabbing midnight munchies,” I don’t really want Don to focus on it, but I just kinda blurted that out without thinking.

I never ever would have thought Don and Raph would have been together. I think I’m shellshocked.

Don looks to be calming down a bit. Hopefully he feels better.

I know I don’t. One brother having sex with another is bad enough. But to know that Don was doing the same things too…hey!

“Wait a second…does this mean I’m the only virgin!!”

This time Donny really laughs. It’s still got the hoarse sound of his voice having held back all his sobs, but it’s a laugh. He wipes the tears off his mask and looks down at me, smiling just a bit. Still sad, but better. I guess.

“Bummer dude.”

“Sorry Mikey. You are the baby though,” He reaches out and gives me a half-hearted head pat.

“Yeah yeah…that’s what everyone keeps telling me,” I mutter, and pull myself up onto my knees, getting myself up to eye level with Don, “But look Donny. In all seriousness. If you still got the hots for Raph then fight for him.”

Okay, so apparently all I can do now is make him smile that sad little look. I feel like I just kicked a puppy.

“Oh come on Mikey. We both know Leo’s the only one Raph’s ever seen, or ever going to see.”

I look into my brother’s big dark eyes, still glossy from holding back tears, and feel something in my chest wrench. I can’t stand that look.

I see Donny’s face change to something surprised as I lunge up and wrap my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly for all I’m worth, my face pressed into his neck.

It takes a second before I feel his hands on my shell, pressing me gently against him, and his chin rests on the top of my head.

This sucks. I’m supposed to be making him feel better. How come it feels like he’s helping me now?

“Don’t say that Donny. If you want, you could make Raph listen. You’re just as good as Leo,” my grip tightens and I feel that peculiar tingle across my beak, but I won’t cry.

I refuse.

“I know Mikey. But I don’t even think I want to fight for him. I mean, I won’t lie, it was nice. It felt good, you know, to be wanted. But now it just doesn’t seem worth it…”

He brings one hand up and pulls my head from his neck, his thumb resting on my cheek as he looks me in the eyes. I don’t know what to do. I wanna make him smile, like always. Or laugh. But I just can’t do it…can’t act like its normal at a time like this.

“Sorry I made you worry Mikey. I was just moping, you know, after being dumped.”

He leans forward a bit and our foreheads lean against each other. Maybe it comes from being four brothers, or from being the only one’s of our kind, but just touching one of my brothers calms me down. Makes me relax, doesn’t matter what’s happening.

“Its all good bro,” My voice falls flat, even I can tell. I’m not fooling anyone. How did I not notice? My brother’s were going through all of this, and I only barely suspected something was up. What kind of brother am I? “After all, you still got me, the best of the all, and that’s all that matters, right?”

Donny nods and chuckles, and my head moves with his. I move my hands from behind his neck to his chin, mimicking him and bracing my thumbs against his cheeks, and my fingers curling beneath his jaw and alongside his neck.

“Did I make ya feel better Don?” Our faces are so close. I can feel his breath. And we’re so close I see his eyes flick across my face, eyes to mouth to eyes again. Never staying in one place too long.

“Yeah Mikey. You did…” His thumb rubs along my cheek again, this time brushing onto my beak, before heading back like he didn’t notice he had strayed. I shiver.

Despite how close I am to my brothers, I’m rarely this close. Not close enough to feel every breath. How did this happen? I came in here sitting on the floor. Now we’re so close.

He does it again, that gently flick of the tip of his thumb, along my lips, along my partially open mouth.

I shut it fast, a little too fast. Too nervously. I know he notices. Donny notices everything.

And I notice that he notices, that this time the thumb stays put. And he notices that I noticed that he noticed my twitch.

Wait a second…what hasn’t been noticed by which of us…argh. I’ve confused myself.

Donny chooses that moment of all to lean in, slightly to the side, and press his lips to my chin.

If he didn’t feel my shiver earlier, he felt this one. It’s just too weird. Too unexpected. It makes my stomach do flip-flops like when we see Leo and Raph.

It’s not bad. It’s just that I would never have thought to do this with my brothers. Especially Donny.

He presses a kiss lower, along the side of my neck. I can’t help but clench my hands a bit, lowering them down to his shoulders as he moves closer and closer to me.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. Don’s always had pretty eyes, dark like Raph’s. And always busy. Like there’s always stuff going on in there.

“Mikey…”

It just hangs there. I know that this is awkward for him. I know that he’s probably just rebounding from Raph.

But it’s my job to make my brothers feel better. Doesn’t matter what’s wrong. Doesn’t matter how I do it. I can’t stand them being upset. It’s always been this way.

I lean forward and cautiously nuzzle into my brother’s neck. He lets out a choked sigh, which luckily sounds more pleased than sad. I put aside the weird feelings in my chest and very gently kiss Don’s neck. As if it was a natural thing to do my tongue darts out for a soft lick, and this time Donny’s not sighing. He’s gasping.

What’s it like for Raph and Leo I wonder? Do they do this with each other? Is it like this?

I don’t think so. Not with Raph involved.

Donny’s hands become bolder and press against the front of my shell, his fingertips dragging along the edge where my plastron meets my skin.

He knows I’m ticklish, why is he doing that? I squirm a bit on his lap, and my brother stiffens up immediately.

That was totally not on purpose. He shoulda known better than to tickle me.

I get him back though. I lick his neck again, more forcefully, and let my lower teeth drag a bit along his skin. It feels weird. I’ve never felt my teeth on someone who’s alive before. He seems to like it though.

He’s breathing a lot harder now than before. Me, well, that weird feeling is still there. But I’m trying to make sure he’s happy. The weird feeling can wait.

He takes a hold of the ties of my mask and very gently pulls me from his neck. I don’t say anything. For once. If Raph was here I’m sure he’d make a crack about me finally being struck speechless.

Don’t other hand, the one not tugging on my mask, is still sitting along the side of my shell, right at my belt. As he pulls my face away he looks me dead square in the eyes.

His left hand breezes right past my belt, his thumb and palm pressing hard against the front of my shell as it dips lower and lower, his fingertips tracing the skin of my hip, to thigh, to the inner part of my thigh before he stops.

Stops moving that is. His hand stays where it is.

I know why he isn’t going further. I flinched. My whole body did. As soon as those fingers crossed my belt. Like crossing an invisible line.

This was making Donny happy. I just keep saying it to myself.

“Mikey, why are you doing this?”

An odd question from the turtle that’s gripping the crotch of my shell, and pressing his dull fingernails into my sensitive thigh. How does he expect me to answer him with his fingers right there. I can barely keep my hips from pulling away.

Or bucking forward. Not quite sure at this point.

“Am I doing something wrong?” I manage to breath out, moving a bit as I try to adjust to the feeling of someone’s hand being there. It’s just, weird I guess. Makes me tingly all over. Like when I stand on the edge of a skyscraper, even with ninja training I still get the chills all over when I look down.

Vertigo I think it’s called.

“Mikey, do you like me? This way. Do you want this to go further?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s not…bad,” This sounds just like before. What Donny said bout Raph. Is this how it was? How Raph got him to give in? “I’m just trying to help out, you know? It’s just…fast…”

That sounded totally lame. And Don removing his hand from my shell doesn’t help my opinion on my lameness right now.

He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me close to his shell though, giving me a noogey in the process.

Ow. Don’t know what I did to deserve that…

“Thanks Mikey. For…well, for everything,” He grips my shoulders and pulls me up to look at him again. He still looks sad, but better than before. A lot better. “You made me feel better, and you don’t have to do something like that again, okay? I don’t want you to do that out of obligation or guilt.”

I nod, standing up and Don does the same. Feeling spontaneous I jump up again and give him a brotherly bear hug, and I feel a soft chuckle against my shoulder.

Any other time, the hug would have ended by now. But I hold on, just a few seconds longer.

“Maybe its cause I’m the baby, who knows, but when I get over whatever it is that made that seem too fast,” I pull back from whispering into Don’s ear and see a surprised look on his face, “I won’t be doing anything out of guilt, you hear me bro?”

Don opens his mouth; then seems to reconsider. He just nods, and presses his forehead to mine again. Our arms detangle and we separate ourselves.

He gives me one last playful pat on the back of my shell, before stretching his arms out and I can hear his joints popping.

Gross.

“Well, I’m not going to be able to focus now, why don’t we go train a bit, hm?” He says, still not smiling, but with a little half-smirk. Which is good enough for me.

“Totally.”
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