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When it came to gifts, Donatello was lucky since Michelangelo was so easy to please. Honestly, the happy-go-lucky turtle was easy to please in many ways and it was something he loved about him. One of the most interesting things when it came to gifts for his brothers was that Mikey always managed to surprise Donnie because of how insightful he was. Although he was always surprised at what specific comic book issue or character action figure or any of the many video games he received, the fact remained that—logically speaking—it was something he already wanted and was expecting as a possibility.
A lot had happened this past year… they literally traveled out of this world and interacted with actual aliens and New York City had suffered immense destruction, never mind their usual truth-is-stranger-than-fiction sort of reality that had become their normal. Sometimes their adventures were so rapid-fire, one ordeal after another, that he wondered if there would come a time when keeping track of everything mentally pushed the limits of his memory. Of course he documented everything as he was sure the eldest did, although some things he wouldn’t mind forgetting.
The genius was as innovative as he was brilliant, but at times gift giving presented a bit of a challenge. He knew each of his brothers like the back of his hand—the youngest more so than all of them, but sometimes he envied the absolute surprise on someone’s face when receiving something they didn’t even realize they wanted or needed. It was a special talent he admired in his mate.
He chuckled with a blush as he remembered a couple of years ago receiving a rather… creative present.
At first when Michelangelo mentioned “pet play” he said he just wanted to be more in-tune with their own turtle nature and Donatello couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps it was a way to combat the stigma of incest that they initially worried about. Despite the fact that they were unrelated and the logic that they were the only four of their kind, understanding that their normal turtle nature outweighed any human nurture growing up. (Thank goodness the older two were always up in each other’s faces and taking each other’s attention so he got to bond with, in his opinion, the best brother of the bunch!)
At first it started off with hot baths and gentle caresses, in fact he even considered possibly getting a hot tub although good luck keeping that away from the older brothers as well. Or their furry father. Possibly even their human friends. But shortly after the hot baths to pretend he was in a warm water tank the interest changed to having a basking area with a sun lamp, complete with decorations because—Michelangelo, that’s why!
When his brothers noticed the set up he played it off as trying to set up a corner of his room like a tropical vacation which, given his propensity for randomness, was accepted as normal. They didn’t need to know what actually went on in that area of the room amidst the play area where the UVB light wasn’t the only thing that heated up to keep them warm…
(Or maybe they suspected as much considering Raphael later approached Donatello asking about a similar setup with the excuse of how Leo was the most susceptible to the cold…)
Donatello always considered himself well-informed but it seemed that somehow there were a few matters in which he had remained more naïve than his only younger brother, so he became quite flushed when he was gifted a leash and collar. Not to wear, Mikey reassured. He was fine with wearing the apparel, the gift being Don being the Dom. (No matter how annoyed he pretended to be when he said it, that little snicker the orange turtle made whenever he joked about the nickname ‘Don the Dom’ or ‘Dommie Donnie’ he actually enjoyed the sound of very much.)
Dogs were too loud, he said. He much preferred to be a cat.
Well, turtles churr and cats purr… Donnie reasoned and Mikey liked the sound of that!
But it stopped last winter when he found Klunk. Suddenly it felt weird then. By the time Raph met Lucy, Donnie had an odd dream of both couples with their own pet cats that had no respect for personal turtle time whatsoever and he was definitely glad the pet play came to an end after that. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, but it certainly wasn’t the only piece of the pie in regards to their bedroom activities.
Suddenly a thought struck the genius and he went in search of a gift he hoped would both surprise and delight his lover…
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“D! D! Wake up, it’s Christmas!”
“Is it before 9am?”
“Yeah,” Mikey sighed dejectedly. Every single year on Christmas Eve Raphael threatened to burn every single one of the youngest’s gifts if he woke them up before 9am since it was one of the days they were allowed to sleep in, the threats becoming more promising once he started bedding Leonardo and could keep him hostage longer for… cuddling.
Donnie chuckled and pulled his mate down for a kiss. “Why don’t you start on breakfast and maybe that will convince everyone to wake up a little earlier?”
“I’ll start on second breakfast after I finish with mine first,” he grinned mischievously. Again, that seductive giggle he loved so much and certainly quite an enjoyable way to pass the time…
As usual, Mikey woke everyone up a few minutes before 9am and tried to blame his clock being a few minutes fast. Breakfast—the most important meal of the day other than lunch and dinner, he always said—had the youngest dancing in place excited for the festivities. Finally the family was gathered around and finally the self-proclaimed Christmas elf passed out all of the gifts, but before he could open the first one Donatello produced an individually wrapped gift out of a box that had been put aside.
“Here, Mikey,” he whispered with a smile. The other grinned, just as Klunk appeared and rubbed against the gift before pawing at it with his claws outstretched.
“Whoa, Klunkers!” he petted the orange kitty. “Guess he wants me to open your gift first!”
“Well, who are you to argue?”
“Exactly!” the other agreed as he ripped off the gift wrap. Opening the box and looking at the contents, he gasped loudly enough to draw the attention of the rest of their family. “OH. MY. GOSH! THIS IS TOTALLY AWESOME!” He proudly lifted up the gift to show the others…
“GUYS! LOOK!”
“Mikey, we’re sitting right here—no need to yell!” Ignoring Raphael, the youngest tore open the packaging and pulled the 3XL shirt over his head before yanking Klunk from the pile of paper shreds. Within moments he had deftly dressed his cat and held him up proudly for everyone to see.
“I’m glad you like it,” Donnie smiled.
“Like it? No, bro—I LOVE IT! I can’t believe you got the coolest gift for me and Klunkers—I didn’t even know they made matching outfits for people and their pets! Dude, why didn’t I think of this? Donnie, you’re a genius!” As he leaned over for a kiss, the purple turtle smiled.
“I know,” he teased.
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