Don wasn't sure what he was doing. It wasn't fail safe. Hell, it wasn't even logical and he would've cast it aside after first examination. Except he did. And it kept crawling back out of nowhere and taking up all of his mind. His head felt overflown with this crazy impulse.

He rarely acted on impulse, without calculating his odds and predicting all possible repercussions of his action first. That was a feature he shared with Leo. Come to think of it, he shared a lot of features with Leo. One only had to wonder why he never felt attracted to his leader. However when he now thought of it, he wasn't going to object when he thought Leo was going to kiss him.

Donnie sighed and cleared his mind of these thoughts. He'd never get rid of it unless he got this done. Hiding his hand behind his shell he knocked on Mikey's door.
The door swung open immediately - Mikey was dancing around to his player, smiling broadly. Donny automatically returned the smile. Mikey looked quite happy and it was hard to tear eyes off him when he was like this.
The orange banded turtle gestured him in and reluctantly pulled the earphones off.
- Sup dude?

Donny closed the door and leaned on it, still hiding his hand behind his shell.
"Not much" - he admitted, - "just brought you a little... something. Nothing fancy, but I thought, you might like it"

Mikey expression lost some of its beam and he put the player down onto the table.
"Dude. This is exactly what I meant when I said things would get weird. Knock it off, ok? You don't have to court me or something"

Donnie smiled softly to himself and took a step forward, finally bringing the object forward for Mikey to see: " You mean, you don't care that I fixed your game controller? No problem. I suppose I can dissemble it back..."
Mikey snatched the controller from his hand: "Don't be ridiculous, man!"
Donny grinned.

Mikey turned the controller that way and the other, admiring Don's fine handwork. "I thought you were buried head deep in other stuff" - he said
Don moved to stand beside him and ran his knuckles up and down Mikey's side, looking over the orange-banded turtle's shoulder. "I was" - he admitted, - "and the pile kept growing because I couldn't concentrate properly, but you solved my problem so I thought I might as well start with your thing"

Mukey smirked, still turning the patched up toy this way and that. "Just like that?" - he asked increduously, still not looking at Don, who continued slightly caressing his side and even rested his chin upon sea-green shoulder. "First you lecture me for and I quote "trying to force you to review your priorities toward my whimsycle childish avocations" and now you use my "whim..whatever" to manipulate me into having sex with you. Is that what you're doing?" - Mikey turned his head to look at Don's face that was now inches away from his own. Don blushed.

"Did I really say that? I didn't mean it that way.. I just..." he started explaining, but trailed off as Mikey turned to face him, a spark of mischief in his eyes. The younger made no attempt to move away and this realisation made Donnie feel heat spreading from his abdomen.
"I asked, if that is what you're doing?" - Mikey nearly sang looking at him with hooded eyes..
Don hesitated a moment, unsure if Mikey wanted a positive or a negative answer to that.
"Totally" he finally said.
"Well, it's not working" - Mikey said lightly, turning away.
"Wait, no! I mean, you got that totally wrong, Mikey!" - apprently, negative answer was required. Don cursed inwardly.

Mikey chuckled "You should see your face now, dude! Priceless! So.. you wanna help me test this thing? I was thinking.. Halo?"

"Can we please come back to the point where I have not yet screwed up us having sex now?"

"Nope. First we play..." - and Mikey gestured with the controller for emphasys "... and then we play"
"Oh... OK"
That didn't turn out that bad eventually.

An hour later they were still playing. Mikey was beating his genius brother flat and square. Looked like Donny was looking more at his brother's profile than he did on the screen.
"Ok, you win", - he said the fourth time and this time Mikey accepted his yield.
"I'd say it had been a good game if you were really plaing it, dude" - he said, switching off the TV.
"You know, there are plenty of things I could have been doing instead", - Don said, getting to his feet. He couldn't decide if he was upset or still hopefull.
"Boring..." Mikey turned to him, a sly smile playing on his lips "the one first to my room calls the shots?" and before Donnie had a chance to spoil this sport too Mikey darted to the stairs.

Don rushed after him. As Mikey was already running up the stairs, Donnie surged forward and grabed him by the ankle, effectively tripping his agile brother. Mikey twisted to land shell first onto the stairs and ratted down, clasping Don's leg to take him down too.
Donnie kicked free and rushed forward. He knew Mikey will come around soon and the headstart he got was a short one.
Mikey's downslide stopped on the lower floor. He looked up. Donatello was already out of sight. Grinning, Mikey rubbed his slightly hurting elbow to make the pain subside quicker and followed. There was no need to hurry.

When Mikey entered the room, all lights were off except for his night light - a dimly glowing star at his bed post.. He turned to flick the switch and instantly found himself crowded by his brother. Donnie's hands were all over him: gliding up and down his sides, sliding along his upper legs, caressing his shoulders. Mikey felt them like they were on fire and left burning traces all along him. Dons body pressed against him and the orange banded turtle took a step back, his carapace softly bumping into the wall.

One of olive colored hands caressed his cheek, then turned his head aside. Mikey felt lips on the soft skin of his neck. And then Donnie bit him and sucked at his pulse point.

Mikey couldn't surpress a nervouce chuckle "Dude! Are we playing vamps now?"

He could feel Donnie grin against his skin, then his mouth went up and captured his lips in slow and throrough kiss that left the younger panting when they finally separated. Mikey wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and pulled him into another kiss. Halfway through it he felt Donnie shift aside, his bulge brushing against Mikey's thigh. Don slid a hand down Mikey's plastron to check for Mikey's state of readiness, then nudged his knee between sea-green legs, spreading them. Deft palm rubbed his bulging plastron then slipped between his legs to finger his tail. Mikey's breath hitched as this action caused the tip of his cock to look out of its pocket.

Donnie separated from him then and squatted down to plant a long lick onto his lower plastron, coaxing Mikey's little friend to come out and play.
Mikey's head rolled up and he moaned his delight when Donie's warm toungue was playing with his cock.

Sunndely Don stood up. "Strip and get to the bed" he commanded.
Mikey's mouth articulated "wow", but he quickly removed and cast aside his elbow and knee pads, lay down chucks and sash with all its content. As he reached for his mask, Don's voice stopped him: "Keep it"
Mikey's eyes flicked to his brother who was seating comfortably on his bed, legs crossed and his rod standing up proudly. Don too had nothing but his mask on.
Mikey licked his lips and sat on the bed beside his olive skinned brother.
"What now?" he whispered.

Donnie's hand slid up sea-green arm, caressed Mikey's neck and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "You talk to much" - Donnie said and gently pushed his brother down to his standing erection "Get your mouth busy".
Mikey chickle nervously, but leaned down obediently and took as much in his mouth as he could. Don's hand tightened its grip on his neck as his brother's breath hitched. Mikey popped his head up and down. Donnie moaned.

Olive hands searched their way around Mikey's carapace but they just couldn't reach the goal. Don took hold of orange bandana tails and pulled his brother away, making him lay down. Don stood up onto his knees, hovering over Mikey, braced on one hand. Mikey looked at green member dangling above his face then looked up at his brother, raising a brow.
"Don't stop" - husked the later. As Mikey returned to his previous occupation, Don licked his left palm repeatedly and reached to pump him.

When his fingers closed around Mikey's shaft, a churr built up inside the sea-green turtle and vibrated through his core and trembled in his throat. The added vibration around his cock made Donnie see stars. His control momentarily gone, his hips moved on their own accord, thrusting into Mikey's welcoming mouth. He let go of Mikey's cock and put his hand on the back of Mikey's head, securing it in place.

Sensing his brother cock pulse and tense in his mouth, Mikey tried to move away from it, but Donnie's hand held him in place when his brother thrust in one final time and exloded into his mouth, forcing Mikey to swallow his sweet and salty seed.

It took Donnie just a couple of seconds to regain himself after his climax and he pulled his softening member out of Mikey's mouth, enjoying a view of wide open blue eyes and a small milky tread hanging off Mikey's lips.

Don leaned down and kissed his mate, savoring his own taste on his lips. "Let me return the favor" he whispered beside Mikey's ear slit while his hand found its way to Mikey's erection.
"Okay" Mikey whispered back.