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Leo couldn’t sleep. Not yet. Donnie is awake he’s sure and unless he’s safe and sound in his makeshift room in the farmhouse rest won’t be easy. He can feel his partner’s breath tickling his neck. That particular partner being Raphael. His second in command, brawler of the team, his younger brother. The love of his life.
All he remembers is the two of them crying together about Master Splinter’s death only to kiss in front of his grave. At first the leader felt extreme guilt, even grief for that. The amount of disrespect ate him alive. All of that stopped when the kiss broke and he saw Raphie again instead of Raphael. His face, his breathing, Raph’s entire existence being in front of him changed everything. All the respect, love, loyalty, left his body. He stopped caring.
He loved his father but what unnerved him most is how little he cared now that he was with the person he’s always wanted. He didn’t care about his other brother’s reaction to their relationship changing this way. He didn’t care to ask how they felt about it. He didn’t care about how his human friends felt either. He didn’t give a shit. That’s how Raph would put it.
This act of selfishness startled him but Raph seems to enjoy enabling it. “After everything we’ve been through Fearless.. you deserve to be as selfish as you want.” Those words destroyed his resolve. He had sex with him right then and there. An itch he needed to scratch finally got scratched. Giving him inner peace. The peace his father preached to him since he was small.
Now training isn’t as important. Waking up early and meditating? He would rather be in bed with his partner to make up for lost time. Sexually, emotionally, physically? As long as the craving for Raph subsided for a calm breakfast.
He won, and the prize he earned was the very person sleeping on his chest. Covered in bites, cuts, bruises, damn.. he has a problem doesn’t he? He didn’t expect a prize for what he’s done to please his father. He accepted his life way before his brothers did. Now? He couldn’t stand the idea of dying and leaving Raph alone in this harsh world.
His thoughts were interrupted by small harsh bites on his neck. It seems that Raphie’s cravings haven’t subsided yet. He can fix that.
“Another round?”
The answer to his question? The love of his life giggling then straddling his lap. That sound healed his soul. He could never stop falling in love over and over again hearing it.