Chapter 21-
\tMikey snapped awake. How weird, he usually was dead after he fell asleep and never awoke till morning. Maybe it was the certain vampire sleeping on his couch. The couch that he was now going to have to clean up with disinfectant no thanks to Leo allowing him to sit there. Though he had no clue if Don actually carried any disease or not. If he was really dead and he was leaving something deadly behind. Or just plain stinking it up. Maybe it would smell like blood afterwards. God he’s been watching way too many movies.
\tMikey shivered as his mind went back to the time he first encountered those vampires. They seemed so gruesome and now he had that in his own home. He couldn’t feel safe. Now probably all vampires knew of their home. They would never be safe now. After all the hard work he’s put into this place. Trying to make it seem like theirs. Now they were going to have to move out. All because of Leo’s ‘job.’
\tHe knew he shouldn’t be blaming this on Leo. He expected stuff like this to happen. Leo had warned him of it when Mikey told him he was wanting to stick by his side instead of going off to make his own life.
\tHe even knew now that Leo was still trying to send him off. Every time he insists he go on those work trips, he knew that Leo was trying to inspire him that sticking with him was low rating compared to what he could have. But nonetheless, Mikey still wanted to stick with him. Not planning on moving out any time soon. These were the consequences he was going to have to suffer. Not actually having a home. Continuously moving to keep a low profile. Though they had stayed at this garage for years now and it was their home. They had labeled it that after two years from moving in. They made it theirs. It was going to be heartbreaking when they move out.
\tWhat he still couldn’t understand was why Leo had to actually bring their worst enemy inside. What was so important about this Donatello guy that he couldn’t kill him?
\tLeo had tried explaining a little more during dinner but there still felt like something was missing.
\tLike this Raphael character. Why would Leo care so much about his safety? Sure, he made fun of him and Raph being a couple beforehand but Leo had insisted that was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard and left in a huff. To meet him? Maybe. Maybe he insisted it was disgusting to throw Mikey off track and Leo was secretly meeting with him. Oh God, was his brother in love? Were they a couple!?
\tMikey shivered again and this time it wasn’t from fear. But from total grossness. He couldn’t get the picture of Leo exchanging salvia with a vampire. A blood-thirsty long toothed vampire. Though Don didn’t have those long fucking fangs that filled his whole mouth. Leo had said that they can have retractable fangs. But still . . . years and years he went training his body to fight off those vicious beasts. Constantly coming back with new blood from his victims on his coat and new stories of his kills, that having a vampire for a hubby seemed impossible.
\tSure, Mikey had also watched movies of the most unlikely people to fall in love with each other. But this seemed to have stretched too far. Leo in love with a vampire? It shouldn’t be possible.
\tBut then again, it would sorta, possibly, maybe, kinda make sense. Leo was a very passionate person when it came to protecting the ones he loves. A mere friendship with his enemy didn’t seem worth it enough for Leo to risk his everything for him. Besides, it would kinda match Leo’s natural nature. But it shouldn’t be effecting him.
\tMikey groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands. He turned over on his shell and looked to his brother who was this time, dead asleep in his bed across from him. Snoring softly. His legs tangled up in the sheets and his arms hugging the pillow Mikey had tossed at him. He sighed. If Leo truly was in love with someone. Even if it was someone as crazy as a vampire. Mikey will try to accept it. As long as they never kiss in front of him he should be fine. As long as that damn vampire never hurts Leo in any way and treats him right and makes him happy. He’ll accept it. Not that anyone can really hurt Leo. The guy was as tough as a fucking nail!
\tMikey had closed his eyes for a second and tried to go back to sleep till a growl caused his eyes to snap back open. Wide and searching through the darkness. Expecting that old nightmare of a monster in his closet to come out and rip his throat out.
\tNote to self. Never watch another horror movie again.
\tThen there was a whimper and Mikey’s fear drained. He blinked as his eyes got used to the dark and he searched around him till his eyes landed on the vampire curled on the couch.
\tDon was hugging the pillow and shaking. Was he having a nightmare? It seemed impossible for someone as scary as a vampire to have dreams of something else. Something scarier? Was there such a thing?
\tMikey sat up slowly. Pulling the covers off his legs, he swung them off the edge of his bed. Still staring at Don.
\tHe pushed himself upwards and slowly crept over. Making sure each of his steps were quiet against the hardwood. As he got closer, he could spot more details. Don’s teeth were grown and digging into the pillow. His nails as well. Salvia drowned the fabric and more whimpers left him. Mikey frowned and kneeled beside the vampire. Hesitant at first, Mikey’s hand came up and hovered over Don’s shoulder. Nibbling on his lip till the taste of copper awoke his taste buds.
\tDo vampires really crave this stuff? He shook his head.
\tSlowly his hand came down and touched the shoulder. He was expecting Don to snap up and snarl at him. Tackling him to the ground and ripping his spinal cord from his throat. But there was no movement. Don had stiffen under the touch. But he looked to still be asleep. Mikey could feel the skin. It was cold. Colder than what should be healthy for any normal mortal. But vampires were dead he supposed. Or were they? Were they alive? Did they give birth? If they were alive, then why were they cold? Or was Don just cold from the draft?
\tSo many questions filled Mikey’s head as he contemplated Don. His skin felt so rough with calluses and now that he had a really good look at him. Soft scars marked every piece of his skin. This turtle must have been through hell.
\tMikey frowned as options came up next in his mind of what sort of torture could Don had went through all his life. There were too many scars for these to be all from Leo.
\tHis hand came down from Don’s shoulder along his bicep, forearm, then back up to along his cheek and jawline. He was all rough and rugged that Mikey actually shivered again. But he wasn’t scared, or grossed out. Goosebumps formed along his skin the more he touched Don and he developed an urge to touch more. To run his hands all along him. To feel if all of him was just as callused as his arm and neck. To touch, to taste, to hold, and feel.
\tDon’s eyes fluttered open, those intense red orbs gleaming in the moonlight that shined through the window. Mikey blinked in surprise and pulled his hand away.
\t“S-Sorry, I wanted to wake you up. You sounded like you had a nightmare.” He whispered, biting his already swollen lip and holding his hand to his chest. He could still feel that wonderfully rough skin under his fingertips.
\tThere was a second of silence that went by before Don sighed and tossed the wet pillow away. The back of his hand wiping away the left over spit from the corners of his mouth. Those grown teeth retracting back into his gums and Mikey couldn’t help but feel interested and curious. How the hell did he do that? Where does the rest of his teeth go? Can he do other cool things?
\t“I wasn’t having a nightmare. I don’t have nightmares.”
\tHah, knew it!
\t“Well then why were you growling and whimpering?” Don frowned and pushed himself up to a sit. Mikey fell back on his bum from how much larger Don seemed to have grown compared to him just from sitting up.
\t“It wasn’t a nightmare. I’m hungry. I never went this long without food. My brother had done it all the time so he wouldn’t be that desperate now. My body isn’t used to starvation. Even though I starved myself plenty of times. In about a day or two I usually find some way to feed myself.”
\tMikey licked his lips as he focused down on his lap. Why did he felt so much pity and sympathy for the bastard of a vampire? He was hungry. Why should he care? He wants to eat. Again, why should he care? He never went this long without food. You’re torturing him. Why should he fucking care!?
\t“I guess it’s starting to effect me.”
\t“Effect you?”
\t“Usually when vampires get really hungry they start turning a little insane. I guess that’s what’s happening to me. But it’s nothing serious. I still can control my actions and have my head on. So don’t worry about me jumping you in the middle of the night.” Mikey shook his head.
\t“I’m not scared.”
\t“You’re not?”
\t“Why would I be?”
\t“Right. You have your big brother with his knives. Nothing to fear.” Mikey scoffed.
\t“It’s not just that. I trust that you won’t.” Whoa trust? Already? Seriously!?
\tDon blinked at him for a few seconds before he shook his head and sighed. “If your brother wants me to be any use to him, I will have to keep my strength up somehow.”
\tSee? If you don’t find some way to feed him, your brother won’t be able to rescue Raph. Now that was a good reason to care. He won’t be any use if he’s dead.
\t“Is there . . . is there a way for you to feed without you, you know, killing?”
\t“I don’t have to take all of a person’s blood. Just enough that it will satisfy my hunger.”
\t“ . . . Would it hurt?” Mikey asked hesitantly.
\t“What?”
\t“Biting.”
\t“Mikey what are yo "
\t“Just answer the damn question.” He snapped between gritted teeth. Trying so hard not to shout and wake Leo up.
\t“I-I suppose it might feel a bit uncomfortable if the bite is gentle, but I don’t think it would be painful.” Don answered, rubbing the back of his neck.
\t“What do you mean by, ‘think’?”
\t“I’ve never actually tried to gently take blood.”
\t“You just kill?”
\t“So it can last longer.”
\tMikey frowned. “What if I were to offer my blood?” Don blinked, completely caught off guard.
\t“Excuse me?”
\t“Hush! Just answer!” He covered his mouth when he realized that was too loud. He looked over his shoulder and Leo was still sleeping heavily like before. Sighing in relief, his hand slipped off his mouth and turned back around to face Don.
\t“I-I . . . if you’re sure. I won’t kill you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
\t“I told you before I trust that you won’t.” Don stared at him as if he gained another head before shaking his and rubbing his neck again. What he could only guess was a nervous habit.
\t“I promise I’ll make it as gentle as possible.”
\t“You better, or I’ll stab you with my knife.”
\t“You don’t have a knife.”
\t“Do I?” Mikey raised an eye ridge. Don studied his face as his eyes narrowed curiously. Mikey was bluffing of course. He didn’t have a knife with him. Even though it would have been smart to. But no sign of a lie was in his eyes and Don seemed to have started to believe him.
\t“I promise I won’t try to hurt you.” Mikey nodded. He looked at his hand that was currently cradled to his chest.
\t“So, do you really need the neck or can you bite on something else.”
\t“I can bite anywhere. If you don’t want your neck I can do your wrist.” Don held out his hand in offering. Mikey looked at the hand that at Don, then back at the hand before sighing. Placing his wrist in Don’s grasp. He shifted so his shell was leaning against the couch.
\t“Alright. Get it over with.”
\tDon frowned and pulled Mikey gently upwards so he was sitting on the couch right beside him. Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for impact. His body was shaking. Don’s hand snaked around his wrist and tugged Mikey closer to him. Mikey’s breath hitched, not sure how to take the action. Just deciding to go with it. Don knew what he was doing, right? He’s done this before of course. Sure he told him that he never actually drank blood without killing the person.
\tYou’re not helping yourself.
\t“What’s taking you so long?”
\t“You got to relax Mikey. I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.” He felt the hot breath against the skin on his wrist as Don spoke and Mikey shuddered. His muscles loosening the tightness. He leaned slightly into Don.
\tFor Leo. You’re getting Don stronger so he can help Leo.
\t“O-Okay. I’m relaxed. Do it.” There was a moment that passed of nothing happening. “Don’t tell me you’re chickening out!” Mikey demanded with a gnash of his teeth. Opening his eyes to look over at Don. Then a groan was heard and he snapped around, finding Leo rolling over to his other side. But nonetheless, he stayed asleep. Mikey rubbed his forehead with his freehand.
\t“Mikey, if you don’t want to do this, just say ”
\t“Don’t tell me what to do. If I truly didn’t want you taking my blood I wouldn’t have offered. So do it before I cut your throat.” He snapped in a whisper. Half tempted to sock the bastard in the nose. Don stared at Mikey wide eyed before he sighed and shook his head, his eyes closing for just a second before they opened again.
\t“I know what you’re thinking. I’ve seen that look from people plenty of times. I come on too strong. Too blunt. Too aggressive.” Mikey tried yanking back his wrist but he found it stuck in a tight firm grasp.
\t“That’s not what I was implying Mikey. Sure you come on too strong with your words but I didn’t say I like you for no reason. Maybe I like your strong words.”
\tMikey blinked and turned to Don. “You’re kidding me right?” Don shook his head.
\t“I was just making sure I wasn’t too rough or scared you.”
\t“Have you been drinking?”
\tDon cocked his head to the side. “I just said I was starving.”
\t“I meant alcohol. Your drunk aren’t you.” Don’s face softened as he came to that understanding before he scoffed and shook his head.
\t“I’m being serious Mikey.”
\t“Well, you’d be the first.” Mikey sighed out, leaning back against Don again. Don frowned but didn’t push the subject, which Mikey could be grateful for.
\t“Okay, I’m going to bite now.”
\t“Do it.”
\tMikey flinched at the first contact as Don’s lips brushed against his skin. Excepting teeth to be sinking into his flesh by now. He bet Leo wouldn’t be this scared. Course Leo had faced tons of knife wounds before and hell, he probably would never let anyone take his blood for any reason. The guy was possessive that way. Now here he was, offering himself and his red liquid on a silver platter to Don. Leo would so yell at him for this.
\t“You okay?” Came back that hot whispered. Mikey felt another shiver dancing along his nerves. All he could do was nod. Next thing he felt was a hot tongue. Mikey gasped as this time he felt his blood heat up and he bit on his lip to hold back a moan.
\t“What the hell are you doing?”
\t“Prepping you.” Mikey’s body froze. That had to be mix up of words. Those were bad choice of words. Don really had meant to say something else. Right.
\tNot trusting his voice, Mikey kept silent and tried to force his mind into a blank. Ignoring the soft sensual touches Don was inflicting upon his wrist.
\tThen he felt those teeth grow into a point, Mikey almost pushed Don away. Nearly rejected and turned the whole thing down. The teeth poked against his skin and Mikey went stiff. His lids squeezing harder till he saw spots. Don paused and glanced over at Mikey. The leaf green turtle could feel that Don was hesitating and he growled in warning.
\t“Don’t stop.”
\tIt was a few seconds before Don’s teeth sunk deeper. Mikey gritted his teeth together, but he couldn’t feel pain. Not that much pain. He could feel the hand that was once on his waist now on his arm, the finger tips gliding along his skin. Mikey sighed, he had to breathe. Had to relax.
\tInhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
\tMikey soon was calming. Don’s teeth went deeper and he could feel that he had broken a couple of layers of skin. But yet, there was no pain. Not in the slightest. Tingles ran up and down his nerves. Then Don started sucking.
\t“Mhmm~” Mikey purred. Don growled. It should have scared him. Should have made him want to literally stab him with a knife he currently didn’t possess, but instead, he moaned softly in response. Pleasure is what he could feel. Having Don’s fangs deep in his skin. His hot mouth against him. Sucking. Tasting. Taking what he desired. Don never told him it would feel this good.
\tEach suck, Don gulped down and Mikey had to cover his mouth to keep from moaning again. This time loud enough it probably would wake Leo. Leo was still here?
\t“Do~on.” He purred out. Mikey felt his limbs getting heavier and that should have panicked him as well. But it didn’t. He leaned more into Don. Still panting, still trembling, and still moaning. Don’s skin was getting warmer and that made the pleasure all the more intense. So Don was cold because he was lacking food. The warm blood of his was running low.
\tThen that pleasure deserted him. Mikey wanted to whine and snap at Don for ending it too soon. He looked over at Don, the words well in his head but he didn’t have the energy to say them with the emotion he wanted to. He was fully vulnerable to Don now.
\t“W-Why’d you stop?”
\t“I took already too much.” Don was as well, panting. Licking his lips as the droplets of blood dribbled along his chin. His blood. Mikey trembled. Feeling suddenly hard. Why!? Why would his body act like this!?
\tDon pressed a kiss to Mikey’s temple. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
\t“N-No.” Mikey whispered. So tender his touches were. So gentle as if he was the most valuable piece of glass. That didn’t help with the thing that was going on down under.
\tDon’s hand came up and caressed Mikey’s cheek. His thumb rubbing against his cheek bone. Causing Mikey to purr all over again. He turned to face Don and he found his face was getting close. Closer . . . closer.
\tTheir lips met in the middle. At first the kiss was gentle, but Don had pressed in more. Mikey moaned from the connection. His arms coming up and wrapped around the vampires neck. Trying to press back with the little amount of strength he had. The pleasure returning in full bloom. Don pressed his body against his and down Mikey went till Don was hovering over him as he laid on the couch.
\tThe vampire’s tongue peeked out and licked against Mikey’s swollen and bleeding lips. Licking away the blood that still dripped. Sucking.
\t“So good.” Don moaned out between their mouths. Mikey’s tongue met with Don’s and he slid it along it. Both of them churring in unison as their body’s rocked together in perfect rhythm. Yes. That was the way to describe this best. Perfect.
\tIt should have lasted longer. The pleasure. The heat. Leaving him as Don separated from him, not even realizing that he was slowly fading into darkness from lack of oxygen. He gasped for breath when his mouth became available again. Feeding his lungs the air they needed. His eyes peeked between his lids at Don who was staring at him in awe. His knuckles stroking along his cheek.
\t“D-Don w-what ?”
\t“Ssh, sleep sweetheart.” He was interrupted by the whisper. A pair of lips pressed against his forehead. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Having this. All of this forever.
\tMikey didn’t have time to contemplate further as darkness finally took ahold of him and he fell into a deep, warm, sleep.
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