Chapter 19-
\tLeo stared at Mikey in surprise, but for the most part. He stayed calm. That wasn’t the case so much internally. Inside, he was panicking. Mikey wasn’t supposed to return for another week. Why could he possibly be home early?
\t“Who’s that?” Mikey immediately asked before Leo had the chance to fully process the current event. Leo gaped at Mikey, then where he was pointing at over to Donatello who was staring at Mikey.
\t“Oh uhm . . . this is uh, friend.” Leo quickly made up. He knew he was an awful liar. The lie usually sat in his eyes and he could never find a way of covering it up before someone was the wiser.
\t“I wouldn’t say friend. More like acquaintances.” Don spoke with a roll of his blood red eyes. His arms crossing over his chest.
\t“ . . . Is he a vampire!?” Came the snap. Leo winced. “He is isn’t he!? What the hell Leo!? Bringing a vampire into our home!”
\t“Now Mikey, let me explain.”
\t“Alright, start explaining.” At one point Mikey was on his bed. Then at another he was right in front of him. The turtle was shorter then him. A little bit shorter than Raph. He wore blue jeans and orange t-shirt with a long sleeved white shirt under it. His baby blue eyes were at the moment, being hidden under those narrowed lids. It wasn’t often Leo saw his brother so pissed before, but when he was, it was brutal. And there wasn’t really anything Leo could say in his defense. When Mikey had every right to be mad at him.
\t“Well, you see. Donatello’s brothers been kidnapped by the Master of all vampires.” He didn’t seem to be starting out too good. An eye ridge raised as Mikey’s leaf green arms crossed over his chest. Staring darkly in his direction and Leo tried his best not to shift under the stare. “So, I was going to help him.”
\t“You’re going to help another vampire!?” Okay, that didn’t work. Leo opened his mouth to say something else till Don cut himself into the conversation.
\t“You see Mikey. My brother, Raphael, has been kidnapped. He isn’t like the vampires your brother kills. He’s different. He’s good.” Don looked like he had to choke out the words.
\t“Good? Is there such a thing as good vampires?”
\tLeo remembered asking himself the same question.
\t“Leonardo should know. He and Raphael have a . . .”
\t“Donatello.” Leo interrupted. “Look Mikey, I made ally’s with another vampire.”
\t“With Raphael. I presume the one that you were researching on?” Leo’s face heated at Mikey’s statement as he recalled actually scrabbling through library’s just to find that renaissance book. “Now we have a Donatello. How wonderful.” Mikey added dryly.
\t“Do you have a problem with me?” Don asked. His voice lowering.
\t“Hm well, let me think. Your kind almost killed my brother more than once. Of course I have some beef with you.”
\tDon scowled. “I am nothing like the others.”
\t“That doesn’t make a difference. I know who you are. My brother told me about you.”
\tThe olive skinned terrapin huffed. “For your information, your brother killed me. If he told you everything.” Mikey stared at him for a second before shrugging as if it was no big deal.
\t“What amazes me more is that you lived. Leo, just for that. I give you an eight point five. I deducted for letting him live.” Don blinked in surprise and confusion. Was he seriously just talked down even though he was the victim!? Leo, as well, blinked. Kind of flabbergasted by the reaction as well. Shaking his head sharply, he smiled to Mikey.
\t“So, we’re all good?”
\t“He’s not staying here permanently. Is he?” Mikey scowled, walking over to his brother’s side and leaning against him casually. His eyes wandering up and down across Don’s body. Don licked his suddenly dry lips and shifted where he stood. Huh, how weird. Leo threatened to cut him apart limb from limb and Don didn't even blink. Mikey studied him and he was suddenly uncomfortable?
\tLeo shook the thoughts away and refocused on his sibling.
\t“No of course not. We’re going to also be moving and you don’t have to tell him a thing. That’s why I allowed him here.” Mikey smiled brightly as his attention was swept over to Leo.
\t“Then he can stay. But he’s sleeping on the floor. So he can't contaminate our couch. Or would getting a coffin feel more at home for him?” Leo couldn’t keep back the laugh. His hand came up and covered his mouth. Don’s frown deepened.
\t“I’m right here.”
\t“Oh sorry bright eyes. Did you prefer hanging from the ceiling?”
\t“I’ll take the floor.” Don clenched his teeth together in annoyance. Stomping off away from the two, mumbling something about, movie vampires and how he was going to kill the producers. Leo couldn’t believe how well Mikey was taking a vampire being in their home. He swore he was going to toss Don on his ass and yell at him for being such an idiot. Which he couldn’t deny he still was.
\t“I swear though Leo, if he touches my stuff I’m cutting off his fingers.”
\t“Doesn’t that seem a little dark for you?” Leo asked with a proud smile. He couldn’t help it. He loved this side of Mikey.
\tMikey snorted. “Unless he touches my stuff it does.” He shook his head. “So how’d you meet him anyway?”
\tLeo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “You want the truth?”
\t“Honesty.”
\t“He held a knife to my throat.”
\t“What!?” Mikey yelled. His voice booming off the walls. He snarled over at Donatello. “Did you pull a knife on my brother!?” He snapped. Don whirled around in surprise. Was that fear in his eyes? Leo tried to hold back another laugh that bubbled up in his throat.
\t“You’re in trouble now.” He muttered with a snicker under his breath. All their lives, the two turtle brothers had always had their back. Leo had been picked on in school and Mikey always was there to defend him. Though each time he had taken things a little too far then what was probably necessary. Mikey had a surprising temper that usual was buried under ice and hibernated for long periods of times. That was, until someone pulled on the wrong strings. Either concerning him or concerning his brother. He would explode with violence and rage and it would usually turn into trouble.
\tTeenage years were the worst of it. Mikey had several fines to pay for damaged property’s and people but most of the time he got away with it with self-defense. It helped that Leo always came back to him with proof in his pocket he was innocent.
\tThough Leo had caused his own trouble. He was subtle and managed to slip away without getting caught much more than Mikey could. But that was around the time his vampire hunting career began. He had considered a few times having Mikey team up with him, but that took a turn for the worst. Leo’s insides twisted from that memory.
\tLeo soon was brought back to reality when the pitiful sound of a whimper reached his ears.
\tMikey was now in front of Don, his hands balled up and clenching tightly of the black leather jacket. Tugging and pulling on him as he yelled in his face. Feeling the slightest bit of pity for the poor turtle. He walked up and squeezed Mikey’s shoulder.
\t“Okay Mikey, I think he had enough. Let the poor vamp go.”
\tIt took a few minutes as heavy angered breathing being the only sound in the room. Eventually, Mikey’s hands finally unclenched from the fabric and he shoved Don away from him. The turtle stumbled backwards, his rear landing on the ground with a, “thump.”
\t“I’m warning you. Next time you do something that stupid. Leo won’t be around to save your ass.” Don gulped. Leo could feel more pride bursting in his chest. Maybe he didn’t entirely have to worry about his brother. He could easily handle himself. He actually got Don to shake in his boots. “You got me!?” Mikey demanded, kicking at Don’s foot to grab his attention.
\tThe vampire nodded. “Are you going to let me go or not?” He snarled, smoothing out his jacket.
\t“For now.” Mikey muttered. “On your feet.” Don didn’t waste any time with that. He pushed himself off. Where then they got the full view of how he towered over Mikey easily to the point he had to crane his neck upwards to view his eyes. Even then, he never backed down. Still holding his glare. His hands balled into tight fists, ready for contact any moment if necessary.
\t“Calm down Mikey. I’m going to need him later on.”
\t“Need or not. He better behave himself if he wants to stay alive.” Leo watched as Mikey stomped off out of the room. Shoving his way past Donatello and into the bathroom.
\t“Gather that wasn’t a very good first impression.”
\t“Far from it. And if you don’t behave yourself, I’ll let Mikey do whatever he wants with you. Now excuse me, I got a coffin to order for you.” Don gnashed his teeth together at the mention of that pun.
\t“Its day time. I didn’t get to drink for four day’s already.” The turtle sighed as he sat down on the couch. His hand patting his stomach.
\t“Mikey doesn’t want you to contaminate our couch. Remember?”
\t“Does it look like I give a shit?” Leo shrugged and stripped off his jacket and swords before replacing them with jeans and a blue tank top. “Well since I’m under your full watch now. You’ll have to get me meals.”
\tLeo scoffed. “Keep dreaming. I’m not going to kidnap people because you’re hungry.”
\t“Well you won’t allow me to go out and get them myself.”
\t“Order blood from the hospital.” Don grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. This was perfect. Great, just great. He was stuck in the same room with his arch enemy and his psychotic brother. All just to save his own buffoon of a brother. Raph was so going to owe him for this . . . if he wasn’t already dead. Don frowned at the thought, though yes, he treated his brother like crap the last time they met he still loved him. Loved him enough he would follow the Vampire Hunter home and take the craziest abuse just to find him.
\tHe didn’t want him dead. He already experienced death, he doesn’t want Raphael to go through that to. And furthermore, he didn’t want to experience what it’s like to have a sibling dead. Sure, for years he didn’t even know he had a brother. But once he remembered everything, he would still protect him with his life. Much like Raph had done for him all those years.
\tDon’s frown deepened at those memories. He really was an asshole. That he couldn’t deny. Could he change himself? Of course not. The trauma he had experienced permanently scarred him. Now he was just preforming on what his instincts programed.
\tHe gazed around the room and realized he was by himself. He could hear clatter through the kitchen and he could only guess that was Leo. Mikey was still in the bathroom, showering he could guess. Knowing he was alone placed some relief. He could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes and he sighed, propping his head on the back of the couch and trying to keep them back. He wasn’t a crier. The last time he cried was when he was a kid. He won’t cry. He won’t.
\tHe could feel a tear trail down his cheek and land silently on the couch beside his head. Leaving a small dark stain. Then another followed that one. Then another. The adrenaline, nervousness, and anger was finally draining from him. Crashing.
\tNow he was paying the toll.
\tDon sniffed and wiped at his cheeks but those stupid tears kept on coming. So focused on his task to not cry. He hadn’t even heard the sounds of the bathroom doors opening.
\t“Whoa, dude. I didn’t hurt you that bad, did I?”
\tThat seemed to have got Don. The turtle jumped in surprise from the sudden words being spoken and he hid his eyes in his hand. Wiping roughly across his cheek. Got to stop. Got to stop. Got to stop.
\t“Please. You weren’t even close to effecting me like that.” He heard a snort and snap of a towel.
\t“So why else would you be crying if you don’t mind me asking?”
\t“I’m not crying!” Don snapped. His hand flying off his eyes and he regretted it immediately. He got a whole eye full of that leaf green turtle. What the hell was he doing walking around without anything to cover!? He had come out of the bathroom with the towel tied around his waist but now that towel was draped over his shoulders as he dug around in his closet.
\tThe real problem was. Instead of slapping his hands back over his eyes where they should be at this awkward moment. He was gaping as if he was viewing his favorite treat. His mouth was watering and his teeth grew slightly longer. In hunger.
\tHis eyes studied every inch of the bare, smooth, shiny skin. There were freckles that marked every corner of him and he had the sudden urge to drag his tongue along each of them. Like a map leading him to his most greatest treasure. Mikey had only a few marks of scars here and there and his hands clenched the fabric of the couch tightly at the thought of some stranger harming Michelangelo. He swore his fingers were going to rip through the furniture.
\tMikey’s plastron was the traditional bright yellow and his shell was more marked then his skin itself. Don shifted and crossed his legs as that tail wagged to the beat of the song Mikey was humming to himself right in front of him. It was just begging to be tugged, pinched, and sucked on. Sweet heaven!
\tDon’s eyes landed on the heavy pulse that drummed in Mikey’s neck. Don licked his lips. Such delicious pulse that was probably packed with sweet, fresh, red blood just waiting to be sucked upon. He wanted his mouth on him. Everywhere.
\tIt was an urge unlike no other and it scared him. He had never viewed a person as such before. He kept his hormones tucked inside and they had been hibernating since puberty calmed. If he did get any hint of a sexual arousement, he could easily put it off until he was alone to handle himself. But for a lowly mortal!? This just hit him. Beads of sweat formed and dribbled along his skin. His breaths coming out heavy. What the hell was wrong with him!?
\tMikey popped back up away from the closet, an orange t-shirt in hand and he draped it over his arm before grabbing jean shorts and doing the same. He closed the closet and turned to head back to the bathroom till his eyes landed on Don and he gasped. Flinging the clothes on the floor and grabbing his towel from around his neck and trying to hide his bare body in the skimpy thing.
\t“What are you doing!? I thought your eyes were closed!” He screeched.
\tDon snapped out of his trance and slapped both of his hands over his eyes as he should have done in the beginning. His face heating up to sun temperature and his cheeks were probably matching in color.
\t“I-I didn’t mean to! I-I thought you still had your towel!” There was a loud growl that answered him.
\t“What’s going on in here!?” Oh great, Leo just had to join in didn’t he?
\t“Donatello is a pervert!”
\t“What!?”
\t“I am not! He’s the one that walks around nude even though he knows I’m here!” His hands flung back down off his eyes to deliver a death glare to both turtles.
\t“You’re the one that had your eyes bulging out of your head!”
\t“Enough!” Came the leader tone barked over them. Both Don’s and Mikey’s head snapped over in his direction. “Mikey, get your clothes and get in that bathroom and don’t you dare come out till you’re clothed!”
“Donatello, you forget what you've seen and if you ever try to sneak another peek at my brother I will cut your eyes out!” Silence fell right then. Then a scoff.
\t“I think you should cut them out now.”
\t“Mikey! Go!” With that ordered, the orange loving turtle grabbed his clothes and took off to the bathroom. The door slamming behind him. Leo’s attention then turned to him.
\t“Don’t think I don’t mean my threats. If Mikey wants to he can torture you all he wants with my approval.” Leo stomped back into the kitchen. Anger was still lingering in the air and it enveloped Don and squeezed him till he suffocated. Now this was perfect. He was a freak of nature and a pervert. If he had to suffer with his enemy’s did they now have to think of him as such?
\tThere was a long pain filled groan as he collapsed back on the couch. Stuffing his head in his hands and scrubbed them along his face. Any hint of arousal immediately drained out from him.
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