Mikey stood almost nervously in the doorway to Donnie’s lab. The purple-banded turtle was busy with some new invention, or experiment, or maybe he was just looking for something to do, to keep his mind off the real problems. 

“I’m a little busy right now, Mikey, so either come in and close the door, or leave me alone,” Donnie said, a little short tempered. 

Mikey bit his lip and glanced behind him toward the empty living room; he could easily go and hunt Raph down, and put that plan into motion, and deal with Donnie when his purple-banded brother was a little more open to the idea of company. 

However, he knew that Donnie needed his attention now, even if the other turtle didn’t know it yet. Letting out a small sigh Mikey stepped further into the lab and closed the door. 

“What’cha workin’ on, D?” Mikey asked as he came over to stand next to his taller brother. 

“I’m working with some new, very potent chemicals-” 

Mikey sighed as he tuned out his brother’s science mumbo jumbo, and seated himself on a clear spot on the desk. “That sounds really complicated, Donnie,” Mikey said when his brother had taken a pause in his explanation. “Maybe I’ll get you to explain it to me in english later.”

Donnie gave Mikey an exasperated look but said nothing before returning to his work. The two of them were silent, the only sound filling the room was Donnie’s shuffling around, and the clinking of glass. 

“Hey, Don?” Mikey broke the silence.

“What, Mikey?” Donnie asked, his focus on the glass beaker in front of him. 

“You know a lot of big words and such,” Mikey said, swinging his feet almost nervously from where he was perched on the corner of Donnie’s desk. 

“I do,” Donnie said, taking a moment to glance up at Mikey as it was clear the smaller turtle was trying to build up to something.

“So… um… is there a word for like… I dunno, if you like watching someone, the way Leo watches us sometimes when we’re um… ya know?” Mikey questioned, a small blush coloring his cheeks. 

It was always amusing to see how innocent Mikey could be when actually talking about any kind of sexual act, it was completely different when compared to how the orange-banded turtle acted in the bedroom. 

“Voyeurism, or simply just voyeur,” Donnie said.

“So… is there a word for someone who likes to be watched?” Mikey asked. 

Donnie raised an eye ridge at his little brother. “Why?” he asked slowly. 

Mikey shrugged, swinging his legs more. 

“No reason, dude, I was just curious is all…” Mikey trailed off when he saw Donnie giving him a knowing smile. 

“You would be called an exhibitionist,” Donnie said, smiling when the blush on Mikey’s cheeks darkened. “Which makes sense when you think about it. You do like attention, and you sometimes go out of your way to make sure that it’s impossible not to notice you.” 

“Exhibitionist?” Mikey asked, smiling when Donnie nodded. “So, that’s normal, right?”

“What, that you like to get off by having someone watch you? It is normal, Mikey, honestly I would have been more surprised if you weren't one.” Donnie looked mildly amused. “Is there any reason for this seemingly random question?” 

“Nah, no reason really,” Mikey shrugged. “So… what would you be?”

“Me?” Donnie asked, a little surprised by the question. “I dunno, I suppose I prefer the more hands on approach mostly, though there are times that I do enjoy watching you,” he admitted. “And I definitely enjoy watching when Raph and Leo have a moment.” 

“Yeah, those two are fucking hot together,” Mikey said with a laugh. 

“Language,” Donnie chastised.

However, he did have to agree with Mikey’s statement, there was something about watching the two alpha’s together, watching one overpower the over, while the other one submitted. Whoever wound up on top really depended on the day. 

A soft sound broke Donnie from the mental images playing out in his head and he turned his attention back towards Mikey. 

The orange-banded turtle was still seated on the corner of the desk, except his legs were spread a little wider than before, one hand resting on his inner thigh, close to where his tail was resting against the smooth surface of the desk, while Mikey’s other hand was trailing down the centerline of his plastron. 

“What…?” Donnie licked his lips as his mouth suddenly went dry. “What are you doing?” he managed to ask. 

“Exhibiting myself,” Mikey said. 

“I can see that.” Donnie chuckled. 

“That’s kind of the point isn’t it?” Mikey smiled, moving his hand a little further down on his plastron. “Though, maybe you should get comfy, and come get a better view?” Mikey suggested.

Donnie glanced toward the experiment he had been working on before Mikey interrupted, deciding that it would be fine if he left it as it was. He grabbed his computer chair and rolled it over, doing as Mikey said and sitting down directly in front of his baby brother. Donnie crossed one leg over the other, and folded his hands over his lap. 

“Please, continue,” Donnie said, a small smirk on his lips as Mikey let out a soft churr. “Spread your legs more, I want to see,” Donnie said, not usually one to give orders, but today he would make an exception. 

Mikey bit his lip, spreading his legs a little further apart, feeling more exposed than before. He locked his eyes onto Donnie, the purple-banded turtle looking very calm and collected as he sat there, his eyes fixed on Mikey’s hands, which were still slowly moving over his body. 

Biting his lip a little harder, Mikey moved the hand on his thigh, gently brushing his fingers against his tail. 

A soft moan escaped him, as he slowly moved his finger along the sensitive tail, which twitched slightly under his touch. Grabbing the appendage, he gave it a soft pinch. Mikey’s mouth fell open as the shock of pleasure shot up his spine, making him shiver. 

“That’s it, Mikey.” 

Donnie’s voice broke through the slowly building fog in Mikey’s mind, reminding the orange-banded turtle that he was there to put on a show. Pinching his tail again, Mikey let out a breathy moan, tilting his head back and exposing his neck. A dark bruise was there, still healing from the last time Mikey had been intimate with one of his brothers. 

“You look like you’re having fun,” Donnie said. 

Mikey nodded his head, grabbing his tail and gently stroking it. “It feels really good, D,” he said breathlessly. 

“I can see that,” Donnie said, looking at the slowly spreading slit on his brother's plastron. The bulge had been steadily growing since Donnie sat down, a very clear indication of how much Mikey was enjoying the fact he was being watched. 

Tilting his head back down to look at Donnie, Mikey shifted back on the desk, being careful not to bump into anything as he lifted one leg up onto the desk, using it to give himself a little more leverage to push his hips upward in a rocking motion. 

Donnie licked his lips slowly, uncrossing his legs and making himself more comfortable. “What do you want, Mikey?” Donnie questioned. 

Mikey panted with nervous excitement. “I… I want you to watch, just sit there and… and watch me,” he said. Removing his hand from his quivering tail, he lifted his hips up more and slid his finger further down, toward his puckered entrance. The soft churr he heard from Donnie was encouragement enough, as Mikey slowly started sliding a finger inside. 

Donnie noticed how easily Mikey’s finger slid in, and if he dared to look closer, he was sure he would find evidence that Mikey had either been with one of their brothers earlier that morning, or had lubed himself up in anticipation that he could coax a reaction from one of them. 

Donnie’s own cock throbbed beneath his plastron, pressing almost painfully in an attempt to slide out of hiding. But Mikey hadn’t dropped down yet, and so Donnie used his self control to keep himself tucked away. 

Mikey let out a loud churr as he pushed his finger deeper, lifting his hips in a slow thrusting motion as he searched for that one spot. 

Donnie couldn't have looked away even if he wanted to; the way Mikey moved, the way he gasped and moaned softly, the smaller turtle was loving every second of this. 

“Are you going to drop down?” Donnie asked, his hand sliding down his own plastron, pausing to rub against the obvious bulge that had formed. 

“You… you first,” Mikey gasped, locking eyes with Donnie, a blush spreading across his cheeks when he saw the heated look the purple-clad turtle was giving him. “Or maybe… you'd like some help?” Mikey questioned, sliding his finger free. Shifting forward off the desk Mikey lowered himself to the floor. 

“Help?” Donnie stared at Mikey. 

The smaller turtle took several paces closer before sliding into Donnie’s lap, one leg on either side as he straddled him. Mikey's bulge pressed against Donnie's, the sudden pressure pulling a moan from both of them. 

“How's this, D? You can see me better this way,” Mikey whispered in his ear, before leaning down to lick at Donnie's neck. 

“I… can't see much, from this position,” Donnie admitted with a shudder as Mikey starting grinding against him slowly. “Not that I'm complaining!” he added quickly, not wanting Mikey to get the idea that he should stop.

“Good, I was starting to get the impression you didn’t want me,” Mikey said, nipping at Donnie's neck, then shoulder, around to the front of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites, his hands sliding slowly down Donnie's arms, maneuvering them behind the chair. 

“Always want you,” Donnie said, letting out a soft moan, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to give Mikey easier access to his neck. 

He was too distracted by what Mikey was doing with his mouth, and the slow grinding against his lower plastron, he didn't even register what his little brother was doing with his hands until it was to late. 

There was a soft ‘zip’ of a zip tie being pulled and a tightening pressure around his wrists.

“Mikey!” Donnie cried out, his eyes flying open, knowing immediately what his brother had done. He was suddenly bound to the chair, his baby brother leaning back and resting his palms on Donnie's knees, hips still moving in a slow rocking motion against Donnie.

“Now this is what I call a ‘captive audience’,” Mikey giggled. 

“Mikey,” Donnie hissed, pulling at his bindings, testing the resistance of them, even as he kept his eyes locked onto Mikey. 

The younger turtle was clearly enjoying this new aspect to the game he had started. And if Donnie was honest with himself, he didn’t mind at all, he just wasn’t one for surprises, even the kind that ended with him tied to a chair at his brother’s mercy. 

“I just thought you’d like a front row seat,” Mikey said, shifting his hips forward to grind harder against Donnie. A loud churr echoed around the room, and Donnie felt more than saw Mikey’s cock drop down. 

Mikey pressed himself firmly against Donnie, the hard appendage rubbing against Donnie’s lower plastron, brushing against the bulge where Donnie was keeping his own hard cock hidden away still. 

“Don…” Mikey gasped. “Please?” 

The imploring tone in Mikey’s voice broke the last string of Donnie’s control, his own cock sliding out to join Mikey’s, earning a happy churr from his baby brother. Mikey wasted no time in wrapping his hand around both lengths of hard flesh in front of him, slowly stroking them as he continued to thrust his hips. 

Keeping his movements slow and teasing, Mikey smiled as he watched Donnie struggle, pulling at the bindings as he lifted his hips as much as he could while Mikey was sat on him. 

Mikey brushed his thumb over the head of Donnie’s cock, moving his hand down slowly, gently squeezing before moving back up.

Donnie’s hips twitched with each movement of Mikey’s hand, and the orange-banded turtle knew his brother wanted more, and given time Mikey could have his brother begging him, pleading for more than just teasing touches. 

However, this is how they were, gentle, slow touches, just enough for there to be a constant pressure, but never enough to build to a proper release. They drew their teasing out for as long as possible before they just couldn’t take anymore. But Mikey knew that he couldn’t keep this up forever, not today. It had been far too long since they had been together like this, and Mikey was already worked up, his cock nearly as hard and slick as Donnie’s was. 

Mikey let out a breathy moan as he sat up straight again, his hips thrusting slowly into his hand, his cock gliding easily against Donnie’s.  

“I love this,” Mikey whispered. “I love being this close to you, D,” he said, leaning forward to rest his forehead on his brother’s, baby-blue eyes locking with Donnie’s reddish-brown ones. 

Donnie didn’t reply with words, just closed his eyes, his own hips twitching as he tried to get more pressure from Mikey’s hand. 

“I’ve missed this, I’ve missed US,” Mikey said, still watching Donnie. 

The purple-banded turtle open his eyes again to look at him, and just like with Leo, there seemed to be a realisation in Donnie’s eyes. None of them had meant to drifted apart, or even ignore each other, and Mikey didn’t blame any of them. But that didn’t mean he was going to sit back and let things get worse. 

“Mikey….” Donnie started to say, but he was silenced with a kiss as Mikey crushed his mouth against his, thrusting his tongue into the unexpecting mouth, and completely dominating his brother. 

Donnie’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure as Mikey pulled back, nipping at his lower lip before sitting back fully. 

“D, I want more of you… please?” 

The request sounded so innocent, and Donnie licked his lips, even though his body was eager to move things along; he couldn’t help but give into the temptation to tease his baby brother back in return, to deny him what he was asking for, knowing Mikey wouldn’t take things further until given permission. 

“Are you properly prepared?” Donnie questioned, knowing that Mikey’s over eager enthusiasm had caused him pain before. 

Mikey nodded quickly, eyes shining as he waited for Donnie’s signal, his hand still stroking, and squeezing their two cocks together. 

“I swear, I did it real good this time,” Mikey promised. 

Donnie smiled at his brother, “I don’t know, I’m quite enjoying this right here,” he said, his hips twitching again when Mikey squeezed his hand, adding a little more pressure to his movements.  

“Donnie, please!” Mikey whined.

The purple banded turtle chuckled at Mikey’s neediness, “You know I would never deny you anything, Mikey,” Donnie said, giving a small nod of his head. 

Mikey wasted no time. Letting go of his own cock, but keeping a firm hold on Donnie’s, he lifted himself up and guided his brother to his entrance. 

Donnie's breath quickened in anticipation when he felt the head of his cock resting against Mikey’s hole. Glancing down, he found himself wishing they were at a different angle so that he could see properly, before looking back up to watch Mikey’s face instead. Maybe he did have a few voyeuristic tendencies.

Mikey’s eyes were closed, biting at his lower lip as he was forced to take his time to find the right angle, and then he dropped dropped, impaling himself on Donnie’s cock with a loud cry of pleasure. 

“Holy!... FUCK! Mikey!” Donnie cried out in surprised pleasure.

Mikey’s hands gripped Donnie’s knees tightly, his own breathing coming in quick gasps as he waited for his body to adjust to the sudden intrusion. He looked at his brother, head tilted back, mouth open as he took deep slow breaths. Mikey could feel Donnie’s hips trembling with the effort of holding still, shifting himself, Mikey gasped as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Donnie’s exposed neck. 

“I love you, D,” Mikey whispered, before lifting himself up slowly, and lowering back down, his own legs shaking as he forced himself to take things slow. 

“Oh, that’s good,” Donnie moaned softly, lifting his hips as much as he was able to. 

Mikey smiled against Donnie’s neck, nipping just under his chin, causing his brother to churr loudly, and snap his hips upward again. Mikey tensed as pleasure shot through him when Donnie managed to hit just the right spot. 

“Donnie,” Mikey moaned, rocking back against the hard flesh pressing deep inside him. “Donnie, do that again,” he said, rocking himself forward, and pressing back just as Donnie snapped his hips up once more. 

Donnie was straining against the zip tie holding his hands to the chair as he continued moving his hips up in short thrusts as Mikey rode him, their movements quickly becoming frantic as they each started chasing their own release. 

“So… close,” Donnie gasped, and Mikey whined, moving faster, pressing himself back and taking Donnie deeper. “Mikey, I love you, I love you so much, don’t stop.” 

“Cum for me, Donnie, cum in me.” Mikey’s whole body was tense, his entrance tightening and gripping Donnie’s cock. 

“Fuck, oh fuck, Mikey!” Donnie tilted his head into Mikey’s shoulder, his teeth clamping down on the flesh there, his legs curling up as every muscle in his body tightened and locked. “Oh god, oh god yes, Mikey, like that!” Something in him snapped and Donnie cried out, a loud churr filling the room once again as his cock twitched, his seed filling the younger turtle. 

Mikey gasped throwing his head back as he sat firmly on Donnie, grinding his hips as the warmth filled him, triggering his own release. The two of them sat there, locked together as they road out the intense climax, arms and legs shaking and feeling like jello. 

“Oh shit,” Mikey gasped, collapsing on Donnie as the two of them tried to catch their breath. 

Donnie turned his head, nuzzling against Mikey who smiled and nuzzled back. The two of them remained silent for a while, just enjoying the closeness of each other. 

“So...” Donnie was the one who broke the silence first, and Mikey lifted himself up a little to be able to look at his brother properly. “Zip ties?” he questioned, raising an eyeridge at the orange-banded turtle. 

Mikey laughed and shrugged, slowly lifting himself off Donnie, ignoring the mess that was now dripping down the inside of his legs. “They were easier to hide than handcuffs,” he admitted, turning to grab a pair of scissors off Donnie’s desk and cutting his brother free. 

Donnie smiled, tucking his flaccid cock back into it’s protective pouch before examining his wrists. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Mikey asked, coming around to stand in front of Donnie, looking at the red marks that the ties had left. 

“The zip ties didn’t break any skin, but I think my wrists will be a little raw for a couple days,” Donnie admitted, reaching out and taking hold of Mikey’s hand, pulling the other turtle back to sit on his lap again, wrapping his arms around Mikey. “But this was worth it,” he assured him. “Thank you.”

Mikey smiled, tilting his head to press his lips against Donnie’s in a short sweet kiss before resting his head against Donnie’s shoulder snuggling in closer. “Any time, bro.”

Donnie sat there, stroking Mikey’s shell as his brother slowly drifted to sleep, his energy spent. Shifting Mikey around slightly, Donnie reached out toward his desk, grabbing his phone from there. He shot of a quick text to Leo and Raph, asking one of them to come help him move Mikey, because at the moment Donnie didn’t trust his legs to support his own weight, let alone the added weight of Mikey. 

The door to the lab slid open only a couple minutes later, Leo coming in, followed closely by Raph. The two older turtles stopped, and Raph smirked. 

“Dare I ask what YOU two just did?” Raph chuckled. 

“I thought that would be obvious, from the smell alone,” Donnie shot back, keeping his voice hushed.

Leo said nothing about the scene he and Raph had walked in on, moving forward he leaned over and sliding his hands under Mikey’s legs and shoulders. Donnie slowly leaned forward, transfering Mikey from his hold to Leo’s. He watched as the leader straightened up, moving over toward the cot that was set up in the corner of the lab, placing Mikey down gently, before covering him with a blanket.

“So, did Mikey ambush you too?” Leo asked, turning to look at Donnie as the purple-banded turtle stood and stretched himself out carefully. 

“You could say that,” Donnie said. 

“Ambush?” Raph questioned, looking from Leo to Donnie with a curious expression. 

Leo sighed. “Mikey caught me alone in the dojo earlier this morning, and now he’s cornered Donnie in his lab,” he explained. 

“So… that means what, exactly?” Raph asked. 

“My guess is that it means you’re next on his list,” Donnie said. 

“Mikey’s been feeling a bit neglected recently, and honestly I don’t blame him. None of us have really been… intimate, not since Splinter died,” Leo explained with a sigh. 

The three of them fell silent, each of them drifting into their own thoughts for a moment before Leo spoke again. 

“I think Mikey is a little worried about losing us too,” Leo said. 

“I suppose none of us have really been mentally okay, to really notice how much we’ve started drifting apart,” Donnie said. 

“So, the hornball is ambushing us with sex?” Raph asked.

“My guess is he’s looking to see if we’re still interested,” Donnie said with a shrug. 

“Or it’s his way of showing us that even with Splinter gone, we’ve still got each other,” Leo pointed out, thinking back to what Mikey had said to him in the dojo. 

“Or he’s just horny and needs a good fuck,” Raph said crudely, earning a glare from Leo. “But, you’re right, we ain’t exactly been around much lately.” He sighed. “So, ya really think I’m next on his list, Don?” he asked, turning to the purple-banded turtle. 

“If he’s already cornered Leo, and myself, then most certainly,” Donnie said confidently. 

“Good,” Raph smirked. “You wanna help me turn that ambush back around on him?” 

“Raph,” Leo said warningly. 

“What? He’s allowed to jump us, but I’m not allowed to give him a good pounding in return?” Raph growled. 

“Just, don’t get carried away, teasing him I mean,” Leo said. 

“Don’t worry, fearless, I’ll videotape the whole thing so you can jack off to it later,” Raph said waving his hand dismissively before looking back at Donnie. “So, you gonna help?” 

“Fine, I will help, AFTER I’ve showered, and perhaps had a nap myself,” Donnie said, glancing toward the cot where Mikey lay sleeping peacefully. 

He wasn’t worried about what Raph might have planned for their younger brother, because even though the red-banded turtle could be a bit rough at times, he did have a gentle side. Either way, it was likely Mikey would enjoy whatever attention Raph would give him. 

END