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Summary: Something has changed in Raphael's treatment of Leonardo. It's obvious enough to arouse Michelangelo's curiosity. The discovery of that secret forever alters the Turtles' lives.
Rated: R Turtlecest

~~Preview art a gift from the ever amazing @NeatTea", "writing": "\tMichelangelo went to bed late and jerked off to the memory of Donatello's hand between his legs.\n\n\tHe'd fallen asleep quickly afterwards, sleeping deeply until the sound of Master Splinter's voice woke him. Lying still, he heard Leonardo's reply and realized they were talking to each other and not trying to rouse him in particular.\n\n\tFlipping over, Mikey dug his face into his pillow and allowed his body to relax again. His mind was awake though and it wouldn't let him go back to sleep.\n\n\tA small smile curved his lips as he thought about Don. There were many, many physical things he wanted to explore with his brother and that entire line of thinking was enticing. More than that though was the concept of loving Don and being loved by him. Deeply, truly loved for who he was without judgment and with complete understanding.\n\n\tIt was something he never thought would happen for him. The feeling was so amazing that it made Mikey magnanimous; he wanted with all his heart for Leo and Raph to have the same thing.\n\n\tTossing his covers aside, Mikey sat up and stretched. The night before he had resolved to figure out a way to broach certain subjects with Master Splinter and lying around thinking about it wasn't going to get the job done.\n\n\tAs he pulled on his gear, Mikey wondered if the robotic lizard was still in Leo's room. Mikey could understand Raph not noticing a small lizard, even two of them, on his bedroom wall.\n\nLizards were by no means an unusual sight in the tunnels and in the lair. Maybe that was the reason that Leo hadn't seen the robotic ones in his room either, because usually he spotted anything out of the ordinary. Don had made his design choice for exactly that reason - the lizards were normal visitors, just like the insects and rodents that sometimes found their way inside.\n\nMikey had to hand it to Don. Granted, the genius wasn't the artist that Mikey was; in fact, Don could barely manage to draw a decent looking stick figure.\n\nDon was, however, a very talented artisan and the robotic lizards were just the latest proof of that. The workmanship and attention to detail were astonishing, quite reminiscent of the sculptor that Donatello was named for.\n\nAstonishing was a word that Mikey often attributed to his genius brother. There was so much about Don to love and Mikey was slightly confounded at learning that his feelings were returned. Compared to Don, what did Mikey possibly have to offer?\n\nMikey wasn't often given to self-doubt, but when it was important, when his actions could affect his family, he was sometimes overcome with uncertainty. Suppose he had his conversation with Master Splinter and somehow gained his approval for the brothers to become lovers? Would Don at some point believe that he'd been short-changed as far as partners went? \n\n\tThere was a small mirror hanging on the wall in Mikey's room and he stopped to stare at his reflection.\n\n\t``Dude, you are so going to have to talk about this with Donny,'' Mikey told himself.\n\n\t[i]``Meow,''[/i] Klunk responded, coming out of nowhere to rub at Mikey's ankles.\n\n\tReaching down, Mikey picked up the cat and scratched under his chin. ``Glad you agree. I guess I need to push aside all the other stuff I want to do [i]with [/i]Don and make sure he really [i]wants [/i]to go down that road with me. I mean, just `cause Raph and Leo are so into each other doesn't mean they wouldn't give Don the time of day if he expressed an interest in either of them. I could easily be the odd turtle out. They've sure called me odd enough times. What if they really meant it?''\n\n\tMikey listened to his cat's purring, his thoughts a million miles away. If he got Master Splinter's blessing, then none of them would have to hide their desires anymore. That would leave Leo and Raph open to acting on their feelings and maybe even asking if Don wanted to join them.\n\n\tHis face felt hot when he thought about either of his aggressive brothers having their way with Donny. Mikey had never thought of himself as being the possessive type, but he sure didn't want to share the genius.\n\n\tIf Mikey didn't broach the subject with Master Splinter and no one else did, then the status quo would remain the same. He could probably talk Don into a dalliance or two in some private area of the tunnels, but it wouldn't be the relationship that Mikey really wanted. A sometimes tryst just wasn't the same and besides, there was no guarantee that a frustrated Leo or Raph wouldn't try to jump Don anyway.\n\n\tWith a heavy sigh, Mikey set Klunk down and decided he needed to stop thinking so much. Thinking was Don's thing, strategy was Leo's, and instinct was Raph's. For Mikey it was insight and heart, two things that went well together.\n\n\tHis insight would tell him what each member of his family was feeling and his heart would guide him to do whatever was correct. To do whatever was right. He wasn't going to accomplish that by hiding in his room.\n\n\tWhen Mikey came downstairs he heard Master Splinter and Leo in the dojo. In about an hour the other three turtles were expected to present themselves for practice, so Mikey knew he had time to eat something.\n\n\tEntering the kitchen, Mikey glanced at the coffeemaker and saw that it was both empty and off. That meant that Don hadn't gotten up yet. Knowing his brother would want a cup of his precious brew before practice began, Mikey set about making a pot.\n\n\tSurprisingly, it was Raphael who actually made the best tasting coffee. When Don brewed the stuff it was always too strong for anyone else to enjoy, unless they added a few ice cubes to their cup. Mikey didn't make it often, usually only with Don in mind, so he tended to prepare it to the genius' specifications.\n\n\tThe coffee was just starting to drip into the pot when Raph strolled into the kitchen. He glanced at the coffeemaker and then at Mikey. ``Am I gonna be able to stand a spoon up in that brew?''\n\n\t``I made it the way Don likes it,'' Mikey said. ``That answer your question?''\n\n\t``He ain't up yet, so I guess he'll need it,'' Raph said with a shrug. ``I think we ought to get one of those gadgets that uses the little pod things. I've seen them on TV. Ya' can make coffee or tea or even hot cocoa in the things and they clean up easy.''\n\n\t``We'd still need the old coffeemaker for Don,'' Mikey said. ``No other machine's gonna make coffee the way he likes it.''\n\n\t``Yeah, strong enough to strip paint,'' Raph said. ``Ya' think that's what he does with it when he ain't drinking the stuff? He sure goes through a lot of coffee.''\n\n\t``You're funny,'' Mikey said, sitting down at the table with a bowl of cereal. He was glad that Raph seemed in a decent mood and wasn't snapping at him the way he'd done the last few days.\n\n\t``I'm a regular comedian,'' Raph said, helping himself to a cup of coffee. He went to the freezer to retrieve some ice cubes and then set the cup on the table before eyeing Mikey suspiciously. ``Ya' didn't mess with my cereal again, did ya'?''\n\n\t``Nope,'' Mikey said around a mouthful of food. ``Have you ever known me to play the same prank twice?''\n\n\t``Yes,'' Raph said flatly. \n\nHe took down the cereal from the cupboard and poured some into a bowl. Using one finger he stirred the cereal around, searching for any contaminants. Satisfied it was safe, he took it back to the table and sat down, using the milk from the carton Mikey had left sitting in front of him.\n\nAfter a few minutes of silent eating, Mikey glanced up at his brother. ``How'd you sleep?''\n\nRaph looked at him, brow furrowed. ``Just fine. Why'd ya' ask? Did ya' screw with something in my room?''\n\n``Geez you're suspicious,'' Mikey said. ``I did not screw with anything in your room. I just wondered if the monster movies gave you any nightmares.''\n\n``What am I, six?'' Raph demanded. ``Shredder was worse than anything in those movies and he never gave me nightmares.''\n\nMikey knew that wasn't true but decided it would be healthier to keep that observation to himself. Instead, he asked, ``Did you have any good dreams?''\n\nRaph's spoon tapped hard against the side of his bowl. ``What's with you and dreams all of a sudden? Did you get into one of Don's brain books again?''\n\n``I dreamed that I got turned into a vampire,'' Mikey said. ``There was a cure in some vials but this other vampire kept stealing them for himself because they gave him extra strength.''\n\n``Ya' are too weird,'' Raph said, shaking his head.\n\n``So what did you dream about?'' Mikey asked, pushing. ``Everybody dreams.''\n\n``I don't remember,'' Raph answered shortly.\n\nThere was a touch of color on his cheeks and Mikey bit back a smile. Raph did remember what he dreamt about and it wasn't something he wanted to share with anyone. Mikey could easily guess what sort of dream it was.\n\nMikey was trying to decide if he should goad his brother to see if he could embarrass him further when Don shuffled into the kitchen. His eyes were barely open but he went directly to the coffeemaker, no doubt drawn there by the smell.\n\nBoth Raph and Mikey watched him with amusement. Only after Don had swallowed not one but two sips of coffee did he finally acknowledge their presence.\n\n``'Morning. Who made the coffee?'' Don asked.\n\nMikey raised his hand. ``I did.''\n\n``May the blessings of a thousand deities bring you good fortune,'' Don said, his eyelids sliding higher as he took another sip.\n\nRaph snorted and Mikey laughed. ``You're welcome,'' he said. ``How late did you stay up?''\n\n``Too late,'' Don said, sliding into a chair next to Mikey. ``It took three separate alarms to wake me this morning.''\n\n``Master Splinter's gonna hand ya' your ass if ya' ain't alert during practice,'' Raph warned him.\n\n``Two cups of this and I'll be on a caffeine fueled high,'' Don said, lifting his cup for emphasis.\n\nFinishing his cereal, Raph stood up. ``Ya' can't go through life on too little sleep and a shitload of caffeine. Dial it back, Donny.''\n\nAfter sharing that nugget of wisdom, Raph deposited his dishes in the sink and left. Mikey watched Don for a few minutes, gauging when his brother had taken in enough coffee to be attentive.\n\n``What kept you up last night?'' Mikey wanted to know.\n\nDon yawned. ``Trying to finish the programming on the last five lizards. I've deployed a pair of them in the tunnels so I can see how they function in a damp environment. I'm pretty sure I've accounted for moisture in their design, but the best way to be certain of that is to run them through a test.''\n\n``How about when they go someplace where there's no light?'' Mikey asked.\n\n``I've upgraded their optics with two night vision features,'' Don said. ``They have both thermal imaging and image enhancement technology. In other words, they can amplify the tiny amount of light that is always present even if it can't be seen by the naked eye. They can also capture the upper portion of the light spectrum which is emitted as heat by objects.''\n\n``Have I ever told you that I love how smart you are?'' Mikey asked, his eyes wide.\n\n``Only when you're asking me to build something or fix something for you,'' Don answered with a laugh. ``Which is it this time?''\n\nMikey set a hand on Don's arm. ``Neither one. I just wanted you to know.''\n\nDon stared at him for a moment and then lowering his voice, asked, ``What's wrong? I can see something is bothering you. Were you and Raph arguing?''\n\n``Nah,'' Mikey said, shaking his head. He decided to take the bull by the horns. ``I was just thinking this morning that you're too good for me. What do I have to offer you? You're smart and sweet and funny and hot and . . . and wouldn't you rather be with Leo or Raph?''\n\n``Why?'' Don asked. ``I'm not attracted to either of them. I'm attracted to you. As far as what you have to offer, you're just as smart as I am, but in a different way. You're witty, imaginative, and gifted. You're a better fighter than Leo or Raph when you put your mind to it. Neither of them have anything on you when it comes to tactics or thinking outside the box and you are always there for us, for me.''\n\n``We're all there for each other,'' Mikey said, Don's words making him feel warm all over.\n\n``You more so,'' Don insisted. ``I know you don't realize it, it's just who you are. You're bright; you're our sunshine. I've known you my whole life and love you for who you are. I'm not operating under any illusions. What's with all the insecurities? Are you having second thoughts?''\n\n``Shell no,'' Mikey said, squeezing Don's arm. ``Can I be honest about something?''\n\nDon nodded. ``Of course, always.''\n\n``I do kinda get . . . jealous,'' Mikey said, finally admitting out loud what Don had asked him about a couple of days earlier. ``Especially when you're hanging with Raph, but even when you're having a private powwow with Leo. I think I always have felt that way.''\n\nThe smile on Don's face was gentle and understanding. ``They're not anything to worry about, Mike. I've never thought of Raph or Leo as anything but my brothers. You on the other hand have fueled plenty of lascivious day dreams.''\n\n``Yeah?'' Mikey asked, starting to get turned on. ``Want to tell me about them? Spare no detail.''\n\n``Not before practice,'' Don said, draining his coffee cup and rising from his chair to get a refill. ``It's bad enough that I'll have to face Master Splinter while I'm sleep deprived, I don't need to top it off by trying to contain an erection as well.''\n\nMikey wiggled in his chair. ``Great, now I'm going to have a hard-on during practice.''\n\nPointing a finger at him, Don said, ``That is entirely your own fault. We'll continue this discussion later.''\n\n``As long as we do more than just talk about it,'' Mikey said, dumping his bowl into the sink and following Don out of the kitchen.\n\nTheir practice session went smoothly. Don's lack of sleep didn't show and Mikey managed to focus on their training, mainly to avoid giving away his feelings for his brother.\n\nLeo and Raph were nearer their normal selves than they had been in quite a while. There was still a certain amount of stiffness in their interactions, but not enough to force Master Splinter into having to call them out for it.\n\nIt was a hopeful sign, but Mikey knew those two well enough to understand that things could change between them in a heartbeat. A little sexual tension was a good thing, too much of it led to frustration and stupid decisions.\n\nAn idea came to him while he was sparring against Donatello. Pretending to grapple with him, Mikey pulled Don close and whispered, ``Find a way to keep Leo busy after practice so I can get Master Splinter to myself.''\n\n``What about Raph?'' Don asked, twisting out of Mikey's grip and then putting his brother into a fake headlock.\n\n``He's allergic to meditation,'' Mikey whispered. ``He'll go lift some weights or follow the two of you.''\n\n``Okay,'' Don said as Mikey broke the hold and swept his feet from under him.\n\nThis was another thing Mikey loved about Don; he didn't ask how he was supposed to distract Leo, he would just do it. He always found a way to get the job done, whatever the job.\n\nWhen their practice session ended, Master Splinter announced his intention to meditate in his room. They all knew that was his habit. Making the statement aloud was his way of telling anyone who cared to meditate with him that they were welcome.\n\nNormally only Leo took him up on the offer. There were other mandatory meditation sessions for all of them, but Leo was the only turtle who truly enjoyed meditating enough to do it voluntarily several times a day.\n\nLeo had started to follow his father when Don stepped into his path.\n\n``Could you spare me some time?'' Don asked. ``I've finally finished the schematics of the entire reservoir station. There are areas where I need help in determining whether to build barriers to shut off access or create secret entry points for us. I don't want to cut off any potential escape routes, especially with Karai still searching the tunnels.''\n\n``We could go topside and kick her ass,'' Raph said as he walked past them.\n\nWhatever reply Leo gave him was lost on Mikey because he was following his father. With a quick hop he caught up to Master Splinter and began walking in step with him.\n\n``I'd like to join you in meditation, if that's okay, Sensei,'' Mikey said.\n\nThe look Master Splinter gave him held both surprise and a touch of skepticism. ``Of course you may. I find it curious that you are volunteering to meditate. You did not show such enthusiasm the last time I made you this invitation.''\n\nThey passed through the shoji doors that gave entry into Master Splinter's room. As they started down the stairs, Mikey said, ``Just following Leo's advice. He told me that open awareness increases problem solving skills and improves focus.''\n\n``I believe he said that to you two years ago,'' Master Splinter said as he began to light candles.\n\n``Sometimes it takes my brain a while to catch up,'' Mikey replied with a grin.\n\nTogether they kneeled on the mediation mat next to one another. Mikey made a show of getting into a comfortable position as his father settled himself. Timing was everything; Mikey needed for Master Splinter to relax and for his suspicions to ease before broaching the subject that was on his mind.\n\nMikey couldn't wait overly long though. If Master Splinter went too deeply into his meditation, snapping him suddenly back to reality wouldn't make him very amenable to certain concepts.\n\nWhen he felt he'd waited long enough, Mikey spoke again. ``Leo also said that meditation improves the ability to solve problems.''\n\nMaster Splinter didn't open his eyes but he did not seem perturbed at the interruption, which was a good sign. ``What problem are you attempting to solve, my son?''\n\n``Well, maybe I sorta, kinda, have an idea about what the trouble is with Leo and Raph,'' Mikey said. ``Remember that you told me you'd appreciate my insights on what was going on with them.''\n\n``Does `sorta, kinda' mean that you have something of substance to relay?'' Master Splinter asked as he opened his eyes to peer at his youngest son.\n\n``I think it's more of a `what if','' Mikey said, trying to read his father's expression.\n\nOne of Master Splinter's brows lifted. ``I see. Allow me to translate. You have discovered something that you feel I might disapprove of and you are dissembling until you have garnered my possible reaction.''\n\n``What's dissembling?'' Mikey asked.\n\n``To conceal the truth or the real nature of something; to mislead,'' Master Splinter said. ``You do understand that I cannot provide you with wise direction if you insist upon misleading me.''\n\n``It's not really something that you just blurt out,'' Mikey said, not wanting to start off with having his father think he was being deceitful.\n\nMaster Splinter nodded once. ``Then tell me in your own way and I will listen with an open mind.''\n\n``You know that we're all getting older and trying to be more responsible,'' Mikey said, choosing his words carefully. ``I mean, we still have issues and stuff like disagreements. Leo and Raph will probably butt heads until they're both using walking sticks. No offense, Father.''\n\n``None taken,'' Master Splinter said. ``A walking stick can double as a very handy weapon.''\n\n``You're telling me,'' Mikey said, unconsciously rubbing the back of his head.\n\n``Please do not become sidetracked,'' Master Splinter said.\n\n``Oh, right. So, Leo and Raph are a lot alike and were always really, really close when we were kids,'' Mikey said. ``They only started fighting when Leo became leader and Raph felt like he had to rebel against being told what to do.''\n\n``Of this I am already painfully aware,'' Master Splinter murmured.\n\n``Aren't we all?'' Mikey asked rhetorically. ``Just suppose that a lot of that was, you know, hormones and stuff. That maybe they don't actually want to fight but that they clash `cause they do enjoy the, not exactly the competition but that's part of it, but maybe the struggle itself.''\n\n``The challenge and its accompanying tension perhaps?'' Master Splinter asked.\n\nThere was something knowing in his expression so Mikey pressed on. ``Yeah, that. Maybe Raph needs for Leo to best him, that Raph is . . . drawn to the aggression. And maybe Leo enjoys getting Raph to submit.''\n\nHe stopped talking, feeling the color rushing into his face. Mikey watched Master Splinter, looking for some sign that his father understood what Mikey was alluding to.\n\n``If I follow your train of thought, what you are saying is that they are fighting not because of a disdain for one another, but because rather than each finding the other repellent, they are in actuality attracted,'' Master Splinter said. ``You did mention hormones.''\n\n``Is that too weird?'' Mikey asked. ``I mean, we are the only four of our kind and . . . .''\n\nHis words trailed off because he wasn't sure what to say next and his father seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.\n\nMikey waited, holding his breath until it became painful and then taking a quick breath before holding it again. He was afraid to make a sound, afraid that distracting Master Splinter before he worked through all of the implications would engender a negative response.\n\nFinally Master Splinter sighed, blinking his eyes and giving Mikey a direct look. ``There is nothing wrong with your brain, Michelangelo.''\n\nWhen he stopped speaking, Mikey said, ``Uh, thanks?''\n\n``I have not been completely blind to certain possibilities,'' Master Splinter said. ``Nor have I missed how their interactions, even the arguments, have changed. You noticed it first, did you not?''\n\nMikey shrugged. ``I almost always notice when something is off with my bro's.''\n\n``And your natural curiosity dictates that you learn the reason,'' Master Splinter said. ``So when you told me that you `sorta, kinda' had an idea as to the problem between Leonardo and Raphael, what you meant was that you investigated until you learned the truth.''\n\n``I couldn't help myself,'' Mikey said, a touch defensively.\n\n``I am not judging you, my son,'' Master Splinter said. ``In fact, I find what your brothers might term as meddlesome prying to be quite advantageous, to both myself and to them. They may not ever admit it, but they often rely upon your inquisitive nature.''\n\n``Don said he does,'' Mikey said. ``Leo and Raph not so much.''\n\n``It is Donatello's point of view that matters most to you, is it not?'' Master Splinter asked.\n\nMikey felt his face heating up again. ``Yes,'' he answered, his voice low and his eyes downcast.\n\n``So Leonardo and Raphael are not the only ones feeling the tumultuous effects of raging teenage hormones, are they?'' Master Splinter asked. ``Perhaps you and Donatello have come to terms with yours?''\n\n``We have an understanding,'' Mikey said, staring at his father with hopeful eyes.\n\n``Part of this understanding was that one of you broach the subject with me,'' Master Splinter said. ``I would appreciate it if at this point we speak openly. Innuendos are not necessary and lead to misunderstandings. What you are telling me is that the four of you are physically attracted to one another, you to Donatello, while Leonardo and Raphael feel a sexual desire for each other.''\n\n``I don't want to speak for Leo and Raph `cause they really should tell you themselves,'' Mikey said. ``But me and Donny want to be together in a relationship. I love him and he loves me. I mean, I love Leo and Raph too, but not in that way.''\n\n``I am certain they would say the same of you,'' Master Splinter said. ``Which does bring up the question as to why it wasn't Leonardo who came to me with this revelation. It is no less than that. What we are discussing means a drastic change for this family and could adversely affect the team that he is tasked with leading.''\n\nMikey didn't like the tone of that or where he was afraid Master Splinter might be heading. ``Leo doesn't even know about me and Donny,'' he said quickly. ``Maybe he and Raph haven't figured the whole thing out enough to know what they'd say to you, or even if they should do anything about what they might be feeling.''\n\n``If that is the case, then why did you come to me before discussing this with Leonardo?'' Master Splinter asked, staring hard at Mikey.\n\n``'Cause you're my father,'' Mikey said. ``'Cause Leo and Raph don't . . . aren't . . . .''\n\n``Ready?'' Master Splinter supplied.\n\n``Communicating too great yet,'' Mikey said. ``They've gotta be able to talk the whole thing through with each other first, don't you think? I mean, I could hint that I've got an understanding with Donny and that we're okay with him and Raph being together, but then that might make Leo believe that we were feeling pressured to be partners. Because of them. And then Leo would deny himself a chance to be happy `cause he likes being a martyr.''\n\n``Michelangelo,'' Master Splinter began.\n\n``Okay, maybe likes isn't the right word, but Leo does seem to seize the opportunity to beat himself up,'' Mikey said. He fell back on what was becoming his favorite term. ``I figured I should be subtle. If I knew for sure you would give us your blessing, then I could sort of maneuver Leo and Raph into coming to an understanding. You know, get them to see the big picture.''\n\n``Are you certain the word you mean to use is maneuver and not manipulate?'' Master Splinter asked, raising an eyebrow.\n\n``Manipulate means getting them to do something they don't want to do,'' Mikey said. ``They do want this, they just don't know how to make it work.''\n\n``Which of these are you attempting with me, to maneuver or to manipulate?'' Master Splinter asked.\n\nMikey looked sheepish, but answered promptly. ``None of the above. It seems like all of this has gotten to the point where it's a family thing. I don't want to spend the rest of my life pretending that I don't have feelings for Donny and hiding stuff from you. If I feel that way, then you know everyone else does too. What you think about it all is important. Your guidance and wisdom have always steered us right.''\n\nHe was speaking as earnestly as he could so that Master Splinter could see the truth in what he was saying. His words did not erase the troubled expression on his father's face and Mikey had a sinking feeling in his stomach.\n\n``My children, who I have raised to be brothers, family, and honorable ninjas, have decided that they should assuage their sexual needs by engaging in certain carnal acts with one another,'' Master Splinter said. ``Am I stating this correctly?''\n\n``Not really,'' Mikey said with rising panic. ``We didn't like, decide that we wanted to do it with each other. It happened `cause it's natural. `Cause we love each other. I guess partly too it's `cause we have this mating instinct that's bringing us together. You want us to be happy, don't you?''\n\n``I want what is best for you,'' Master Splinter said. ``Sometimes doing what is for your own good may not be what makes you the happiest.''\n\nMikey started to speak but Master Splinter held up his hand and stopped him. ``I must meditate upon this. Since you joined me under false pretenses, it would be best if you left me to my own council. I will decide how to proceed. If you truly have the welfare of your siblings in mind, you will not share our conversation with them.''\n\n``But Donny . . . .'' Mikey said.\n\n``Knows you came in here to speak to me,'' Master Splinter finished for him. ``Yes, I gathered as much since he found the excuse that stopped Leonardo from joining me as he usually does. You'll talk to Donatello no matter what I ask. If you do not want to set off a firestorm within our home, you will at least keep this from your other two brothers.''\n\nThe last thing Mikey wanted to do was to set Raph off. ``I won't say a thing to them,'' he promised.\n\nWith a last final look at Mikey, Master Splinter turned away from him and closed his eyes. Since he had clearly been dismissed, Mikey rose and bowed to his father, knowing he could sense the respectful gesture even if he couldn't see it.\n\nMikey's legs felt leaden as he climbed the stairs. All he wanted to do was to hold Don and tell him everything with the hopes that the genius would find something positive in the conversation between Mikey and Master Splinter.\n\nBecause one thing was certain, Mikey wasn't feeling very sure about anything at the moment.\n\nTBC..................\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tMichelangelo went to bed late and jerked off to the memory of Donatello's hand between his legs.

\tHe'd fallen asleep quickly afterwards, sleeping deeply until the sound of Master Splinter's voice woke him.  Lying still, he heard Leonardo's reply and realized they were talking to each other and not trying to rouse him in particular.

\tFlipping over, Mikey dug his face into his pillow and allowed his body to relax again.  His mind was awake though and it wouldn't let him go back to sleep.

\tA small smile curved his lips as he thought about Don.  There were many, many physical things he wanted to explore with his brother and that entire line of thinking was enticing.  More than that though was the concept of loving Don and being loved by him.  Deeply, truly loved for who he was without judgment and with complete understanding.

\tIt was something he never thought would happen for him.  The feeling was so amazing that it made Mikey magnanimous; he wanted with all his heart for Leo and Raph to have the same thing.

\tTossing his covers aside, Mikey sat up and stretched.  The night before he had resolved to figure out a way to broach certain subjects with Master Splinter and lying around thinking about it wasn't going to get the job done.

\tAs he pulled on his gear, Mikey wondered if the robotic lizard was still in Leo's room.  Mikey could understand Raph not noticing a small lizard, even two of them, on his bedroom wall.

Lizards were by no means an unusual sight in the tunnels and in the lair.  Maybe that was the reason that Leo hadn't seen the robotic ones in his room either, because usually he spotted anything out of the ordinary.  Don had made his design choice for exactly that reason - the lizards were normal visitors, just like the insects and rodents that sometimes found their way inside.

Mikey had to hand it to Don.  Granted, the genius wasn't the artist that Mikey was; in fact, Don could barely manage to draw a decent looking stick figure.

Don was, however, a very talented artisan and the robotic lizards were just the latest proof of that.  The workmanship and attention to detail were astonishing, quite reminiscent of the sculptor that Donatello was named for.

Astonishing was a word that Mikey often attributed to his genius brother.  There was so much about Don to love and Mikey was slightly confounded at learning that his feelings were returned.  Compared to Don, what did Mikey possibly have to offer?

Mikey wasn't often given to self-doubt, but when it was important, when his actions could affect his family, he was sometimes overcome with uncertainty.  Suppose he had his conversation with Master Splinter and somehow gained his approval for the brothers to become lovers?  Would Don at some point believe that he'd been short-changed as far as partners went?  

\tThere was a small mirror hanging on the wall in Mikey's room and he stopped to stare at his reflection.

\t``Dude, you are so going to have to talk about this with Donny,'' Mikey told himself.

\t``Meow,'' Klunk responded, coming out of nowhere to rub at Mikey's ankles.

\tReaching down, Mikey picked up the cat and scratched under his chin.  ``Glad you agree.  I guess I need to push aside all the other stuff I want to do with Don and make sure he really wants to go down that road with me.  I mean, just `cause Raph and Leo are so into each other doesn't mean they wouldn't give Don the time of day if he expressed an interest in either of them.  I could easily be the odd turtle out.  They've sure called me odd enough times.  What if they really meant it?''

\tMikey listened to his cat's purring, his thoughts a million miles away.  If he got Master Splinter's blessing, then none of them would have to hide their desires anymore.  That would leave Leo and Raph open to acting on their feelings and maybe even asking if Don wanted to join them.

\tHis face felt hot when he thought about either of his aggressive brothers having their way with Donny.  Mikey had never thought of himself as being the possessive type, but he sure didn't want to share the genius.

\tIf Mikey didn't broach the subject with Master Splinter and no one else did, then the status quo would remain the same.  He could probably talk Don into a dalliance or two in some private area of the tunnels, but it wouldn't be the relationship that Mikey really wanted.  A sometimes tryst just wasn't the same and besides, there was no guarantee that a frustrated Leo or Raph wouldn't try to jump Don anyway.

\tWith a heavy sigh, Mikey set Klunk down and decided he needed to stop thinking so much.  Thinking was Don's thing, strategy was Leo's, and instinct was Raph's.  For Mikey it was insight and heart, two things that went well together.

\tHis insight would tell him what each member of his family was feeling and his heart would guide him to do whatever was correct.  To do whatever was right.  He wasn't going to accomplish that by hiding in his room.

\tWhen Mikey came downstairs he heard Master Splinter and Leo in the dojo.  In about an hour the other three turtles were expected to present themselves for practice, so Mikey knew he had time to eat something.

\tEntering the kitchen, Mikey glanced at the coffeemaker and saw that it was both empty and off.  That meant that Don hadn't gotten up yet.  Knowing his brother would want a cup of his precious brew before practice began, Mikey set about making a pot.

\tSurprisingly, it was Raphael who actually made the best tasting coffee.  When Don brewed the stuff it was always too strong for anyone else to enjoy, unless they added a few ice cubes to their cup.  Mikey didn't make it often, usually only with Don in mind, so he tended to prepare it to the genius' specifications.

\tThe coffee was just starting to drip into the pot when Raph strolled into the kitchen.  He glanced at the coffeemaker and then at Mikey.  ``Am I gonna be able to stand a spoon up in that brew?''

\t``I made it the way Don likes it,'' Mikey said.  ``That answer your question?''

\t``He ain't up yet, so I guess he'll need it,'' Raph said with a shrug.  ``I think we ought to get one of those gadgets that uses the little pod things.  I've seen them on TV.  Ya' can make coffee or tea or even hot cocoa in the things and they clean up easy.''

\t``We'd still need the old coffeemaker for Don,'' Mikey said.  ``No other machine's gonna make coffee the way he likes it.''

\t``Yeah, strong enough to strip paint,'' Raph said.  ``Ya' think that's what he does with it when he ain't drinking the stuff?  He sure goes through a lot of coffee.''

\t``You're funny,'' Mikey said, sitting down at the table with a bowl of cereal.  He was glad that Raph seemed in a decent mood and wasn't snapping at him the way he'd done the last few days.

\t``I'm a regular comedian,'' Raph said, helping himself to a cup of coffee.  He went to the freezer to retrieve some ice cubes and then set the cup on the table before eyeing Mikey suspiciously.  ``Ya' didn't mess with my cereal again, did ya'?''

\t``Nope,'' Mikey said around a mouthful of food.  ``Have you ever known me to play the same prank twice?''

\t``Yes,'' Raph said flatly.  

He took down the cereal from the cupboard and poured some into a bowl.  Using one finger he stirred the cereal around, searching for any contaminants.  Satisfied it was safe, he took it back to the table and sat down, using the milk from the carton Mikey had left sitting in front of him.

After a few minutes of silent eating, Mikey glanced up at his brother.  ``How'd you sleep?''

Raph looked at him, brow furrowed.  ``Just fine.  Why'd ya' ask?  Did ya' screw with something in my room?''

``Geez you're suspicious,'' Mikey said.  ``I did not screw with anything in your room.  I just wondered if the monster movies gave you any nightmares.''

``What am I, six?'' Raph demanded.  ``Shredder was worse than anything in those movies and he never gave me nightmares.''

Mikey knew that wasn't true but decided it would be healthier to keep that observation to himself.  Instead, he asked, ``Did you have any good dreams?''

Raph's spoon tapped hard against the side of his bowl.  ``What's with you and dreams all of a sudden?  Did you get into one of Don's brain books again?''

``I dreamed that I got turned into a vampire,'' Mikey said.  ``There was a cure in some vials but this other vampire kept stealing them for himself because they gave him extra strength.''

``Ya' are too weird,'' Raph said, shaking his head.

``So what did you dream about?'' Mikey asked, pushing.  ``Everybody dreams.''

``I don't remember,'' Raph answered shortly.

There was a touch of color on his cheeks and Mikey bit back a smile.  Raph did remember what he dreamt about and it wasn't something he wanted to share with anyone.  Mikey could easily guess what sort of dream it was.

Mikey was trying to decide if he should goad his brother to see if he could embarrass him further when Don shuffled into the kitchen.  His eyes were barely open but he went directly to the coffeemaker, no doubt drawn there by the smell.

Both Raph and Mikey watched him with amusement.  Only after Don had swallowed not one but two sips of coffee did he finally acknowledge their presence.

``'Morning.  Who made the coffee?'' Don asked.

Mikey raised his hand.  ``I did.''

``May the blessings of a thousand deities bring you good fortune,'' Don said, his eyelids sliding higher as he took another sip.

Raph snorted and Mikey laughed.  ``You're welcome,'' he said.  ``How late did you stay up?''

``Too late,'' Don said, sliding into a chair next to Mikey.  ``It took three separate alarms to wake me this morning.''

``Master Splinter's gonna hand ya' your ass if ya' ain't alert during practice,'' Raph warned him.

``Two cups of this and I'll be on a caffeine fueled high,'' Don said, lifting his cup for emphasis.

Finishing his cereal, Raph stood up.  ``Ya' can't go through life on too little sleep and a shitload of caffeine.  Dial it back, Donny.''

After sharing that nugget of wisdom, Raph deposited his dishes in the sink and left.  Mikey watched Don for a few minutes, gauging when his brother had taken in enough coffee to be attentive.

``What kept you up last night?'' Mikey wanted to know.

Don yawned.  ``Trying to finish the programming on the last five lizards.  I've deployed a pair of them in the tunnels so I can see how they function in a damp environment.  I'm pretty sure I've accounted for moisture in their design, but the best way to be certain of that is to run them through a test.''

``How about when they go someplace where there's no light?'' Mikey asked.

``I've upgraded their optics with two night vision features,'' Don said.  ``They have both thermal imaging and image enhancement technology.  In other words, they can amplify the tiny amount of light that is always present even if it can't be seen by the naked eye.  They can also capture the upper portion of the light spectrum which is emitted as heat by objects.''

``Have I ever told you that I love how smart you are?'' Mikey asked, his eyes wide.

``Only when you're asking me to build something or fix something for you,'' Don answered with a laugh.  ``Which is it this time?''

Mikey set a hand on Don's arm.  ``Neither one.  I just wanted you to know.''

Don stared at him for a moment and then lowering his voice, asked, ``What's wrong?  I can see something is bothering you.  Were you and Raph arguing?''

``Nah,'' Mikey said, shaking his head.  He decided to take the bull by the horns.  ``I was just thinking this morning that you're too good for me.  What do I have to offer you?  You're smart and sweet and funny and hot and . . . and wouldn't you rather be with Leo or Raph?''

``Why?'' Don asked.  ``I'm not attracted to either of them.  I'm attracted to you.  As far as what you have to offer, you're just as smart as I am, but in a different way.  You're witty, imaginative, and gifted.  You're a better fighter than Leo or Raph when you put your mind to it.  Neither of them have anything on you when it comes to tactics or thinking outside the box and you are always there for us, for me.''

``We're all there for each other,'' Mikey said, Don's words making him feel warm all over.

``You more so,'' Don insisted.  ``I know you don't realize it, it's just who you are.  You're bright; you're our sunshine.  I've known you my whole life and love you for who you are.  I'm not operating under any illusions.  What's with all the insecurities?  Are you having second thoughts?''

``Shell no,'' Mikey said, squeezing Don's arm.  ``Can I be honest about something?''

Don nodded.  ``Of course, always.''

``I do kinda get . . . jealous,'' Mikey said, finally admitting out loud what Don had asked him about a couple of days earlier.  ``Especially when you're hanging with Raph, but even when you're having a private powwow with Leo.  I think I always have felt that way.''

The smile on Don's face was gentle and understanding.  ``They're not anything to worry about, Mike.  I've never thought of Raph or Leo as anything but my brothers.  You on the other hand have fueled plenty of lascivious day dreams.''

``Yeah?'' Mikey asked, starting to get turned on.  ``Want to tell me about them?  Spare no detail.''

``Not before practice,'' Don said, draining his coffee cup and rising from his chair to get a refill.  ``It's bad enough that I'll have to face Master Splinter while I'm sleep deprived, I don't need to top it off by trying to contain an erection as well.''

Mikey wiggled in his chair.  ``Great, now I'm going to have a hard-on during practice.''

Pointing a finger at him, Don said, ``That is entirely your own fault.  We'll continue this discussion later.''

``As long as we do more than just talk about it,'' Mikey said, dumping his bowl into the sink and following Don out of the kitchen.

Their practice session went smoothly.  Don's lack of sleep didn't show and Mikey managed to focus on their training, mainly to avoid giving away his feelings for his brother.

Leo and Raph were nearer their normal selves than they had been in quite a while.  There was still a certain amount of stiffness in their interactions, but not enough to force Master Splinter into having to call them out for it.

It was a hopeful sign, but Mikey knew those two well enough to understand that things could change between them in a heartbeat.  A little sexual tension was a good thing, too much of it led to frustration and stupid decisions.

An idea came to him while he was sparring against Donatello.  Pretending to grapple with him, Mikey pulled Don close and whispered, ``Find a way to keep Leo busy after practice so I can get Master Splinter to myself.''

``What about Raph?'' Don asked, twisting out of Mikey's grip and then putting his brother into a fake headlock.

``He's allergic to meditation,'' Mikey whispered.  ``He'll go lift some weights or follow the two of you.''

``Okay,'' Don said as Mikey broke the hold and swept his feet from under him.

This was another thing Mikey loved about Don; he didn't ask how he was supposed to distract Leo, he would just do it.  He always found a way to get the job done, whatever the job.

When their practice session ended, Master Splinter announced his intention to meditate in his room.  They all knew that was his habit.  Making the statement aloud was his way of telling anyone who cared to meditate with him that they were welcome.

Normally only Leo took him up on the offer.  There were other mandatory meditation sessions for all of them, but Leo was the only turtle who truly enjoyed meditating enough to do it voluntarily several times a day.

Leo had started to follow his father when Don stepped into his path.

``Could you spare me some time?'' Don asked.  ``I've finally finished the schematics of the entire reservoir station.  There are areas where I need help in determining whether to build barriers to shut off access or create secret entry points for us.  I don't want to cut off any potential escape routes, especially with Karai still searching the tunnels.''

``We could go topside and kick her ass,'' Raph said as he walked past them.

Whatever reply Leo gave him was lost on Mikey because he was following his father.  With a quick hop he caught up to Master Splinter and began walking in step with him.

``I'd like to join you in meditation, if that's okay, Sensei,'' Mikey said.

The look Master Splinter gave him held both surprise and a touch of skepticism.  ``Of course you may.  I find it curious that you are volunteering to meditate.  You did not show such enthusiasm the last time I made you this invitation.''

They passed through the shoji doors that gave entry into Master Splinter's room.  As they started down the stairs, Mikey said, ``Just following Leo's advice.  He told me that open awareness increases problem solving skills and improves focus.''

``I believe he said that to you two years ago,'' Master Splinter said as he began to light candles.

``Sometimes it takes my brain a while to catch up,'' Mikey replied with a grin.

Together they kneeled on the mediation mat next to one another.  Mikey made a show of getting into a comfortable position as his father settled himself.  Timing was everything; Mikey needed for Master Splinter to relax and for his suspicions to ease before broaching the subject that was on his mind.

Mikey couldn't wait overly long though.  If Master Splinter went too deeply into his meditation, snapping him suddenly back to reality wouldn't make him very amenable to certain concepts.

When he felt he'd waited long enough, Mikey spoke again.  ``Leo also said that meditation improves the ability to solve problems.''

Master Splinter didn't open his eyes but he did not seem perturbed at the interruption, which was a good sign.  ``What problem are you attempting to solve, my son?''

``Well, maybe I sorta, kinda, have an idea about what the trouble is with Leo and Raph,'' Mikey said.  ``Remember that you told me you'd appreciate my insights on what was going on with them.''

``Does `sorta, kinda' mean that you have something of substance to relay?'' Master Splinter asked as he opened his eyes to peer at his youngest son.

``I think it's more of a `what if','' Mikey said, trying to read his father's expression.

One of Master Splinter's brows lifted.  ``I see.  Allow me to translate.  You have discovered something that you feel I might disapprove of and you are dissembling until you have garnered my possible reaction.''

``What's dissembling?'' Mikey asked.

``To conceal the truth or the real nature of something; to mislead,'' Master Splinter said.  ``You do understand that I cannot provide you with wise direction if you insist upon misleading me.''

``It's not really something that you just blurt out,'' Mikey said, not wanting to start off with having his father think he was being deceitful.

Master Splinter nodded once.  ``Then tell me in your own way and I will listen with an open mind.''

``You know that we're all getting older and trying to be more responsible,'' Mikey said, choosing his words carefully.  ``I mean, we still have issues and stuff like disagreements.  Leo and Raph will probably butt heads until they're both using walking sticks.  No offense, Father.''

``None taken,'' Master Splinter said.  ``A walking stick can double as a very handy weapon.''

``You're telling me,'' Mikey said, unconsciously rubbing the back of his head.

``Please do not become sidetracked,'' Master Splinter said.

``Oh, right.  So, Leo and Raph are a lot alike and were always really, really close when we were kids,'' Mikey said.  ``They only started fighting when Leo became leader and Raph felt like he had to rebel against being told what to do.''

``Of this I am already painfully aware,'' Master Splinter murmured.

``Aren't we all?'' Mikey asked rhetorically.  ``Just suppose that a lot of that was, you know, hormones and stuff.  That maybe they don't actually want to fight but that they clash `cause they do enjoy the, not exactly the competition but that's part of it, but maybe the struggle itself.''

``The challenge and its accompanying tension perhaps?'' Master Splinter asked.

There was something knowing in his expression so Mikey pressed on.  ``Yeah, that.  Maybe Raph needs for Leo to best him, that Raph is . . . drawn to the aggression.  And maybe Leo enjoys getting Raph to submit.''

He stopped talking, feeling the color rushing into his face.  Mikey watched Master Splinter, looking for some sign that his father understood what Mikey was alluding to.

``If I follow your train of thought, what you are saying is that they are fighting not because of a disdain for one another, but because rather than each finding the other repellent, they are in actuality attracted,'' Master Splinter said.  ``You did mention hormones.''

``Is that too weird?'' Mikey asked.  ``I mean, we are the only four of our kind and . . . .''

His words trailed off because he wasn't sure what to say next and his father seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

Mikey waited, holding his breath until it became painful and then taking a quick breath before holding it again.  He was afraid to make a sound, afraid that distracting Master Splinter before he worked through all of the implications would engender a negative response.

Finally Master Splinter sighed, blinking his eyes and giving Mikey a direct look.  ``There is nothing wrong with your brain, Michelangelo.''

When he stopped speaking, Mikey said, ``Uh, thanks?''

``I have not been completely blind to certain possibilities,'' Master Splinter said.  ``Nor have I missed how their interactions, even the arguments, have changed.  You noticed it first, did you not?''

Mikey shrugged.  ``I almost always notice when something is off with my bro's.''

``And your natural curiosity dictates that you learn the reason,'' Master Splinter said.  ``So when you told me that you `sorta, kinda' had an idea as to the problem between Leonardo and Raphael, what you meant was that you investigated until you learned the truth.''

``I couldn't help myself,'' Mikey said, a touch defensively.

``I am not judging you, my son,'' Master Splinter said.  ``In fact, I find what your brothers might term as meddlesome prying to be quite advantageous, to both myself and to them.  They may not ever admit it, but they often rely upon your inquisitive nature.''

``Don said he does,'' Mikey said.  ``Leo and Raph not so much.''

``It is Donatello's point of view that matters most to you, is it not?'' Master Splinter asked.

Mikey felt his face heating up again.  ``Yes,'' he answered, his voice low and his eyes downcast.

``So Leonardo and Raphael are not the only ones feeling the tumultuous effects of raging teenage hormones, are they?'' Master Splinter asked.  ``Perhaps you and Donatello have come to terms with yours?''

``We have an understanding,'' Mikey said, staring at his father with hopeful eyes.

``Part of this understanding was that one of you broach the subject with me,'' Master Splinter said.  ``I would appreciate it if at this point we speak openly.  Innuendos are not necessary and lead to misunderstandings.  What you are telling me is that the four of you are physically attracted to one another, you to Donatello, while Leonardo and Raphael feel a sexual desire for each other.''

``I don't want to speak for Leo and Raph `cause they really should tell you themselves,'' Mikey said.  ``But me and Donny want to be together in a relationship.  I love him and he loves me.  I mean, I love Leo and Raph too, but not in that way.''

``I am certain they would say the same of you,'' Master Splinter said.  ``Which does bring up the question as to why it wasn't Leonardo who came to me with this revelation.  It is no less than that.  What we are discussing means a drastic change for this family and could adversely affect the team that he is tasked with leading.''

Mikey didn't like the tone of that or where he was afraid Master Splinter might be heading.  ``Leo doesn't even know about me and Donny,'' he said quickly.  ``Maybe he and Raph haven't figured the whole thing out enough to know what they'd say to you, or even if they should do anything about what they might be feeling.''

``If that is the case, then why did you come to me before discussing this with Leonardo?'' Master Splinter asked, staring hard at Mikey.

``'Cause you're my father,'' Mikey said.  ``'Cause Leo and Raph don't . . . aren't . . . .''

``Ready?'' Master Splinter supplied.

``Communicating too great yet,'' Mikey said.  ``They've gotta be able to talk the whole thing through with each other first, don't you think?  I mean, I could hint that I've got an understanding with Donny and that we're okay with him and Raph being together, but then that might make Leo believe that we were feeling pressured to be partners.  Because of them.  And then Leo would deny himself a chance to be happy `cause he likes being a martyr.''

``Michelangelo,'' Master Splinter began.

``Okay, maybe likes isn't the right word, but Leo does seem to seize the opportunity to beat himself up,'' Mikey said.  He fell back on what was becoming his favorite term.  ``I figured I should be subtle.  If I knew for sure you would give us your blessing, then I could sort of maneuver Leo and Raph into coming to an understanding.  You know, get them to see the big picture.''

``Are you certain the word you mean to use is maneuver and not manipulate?'' Master Splinter asked, raising an eyebrow.

``Manipulate means getting them to do something they don't want to do,'' Mikey said.  ``They do want this, they just don't know how to make it work.''

``Which of these are you attempting with me, to maneuver or to manipulate?'' Master Splinter asked.

Mikey looked sheepish, but answered promptly.  ``None of the above.  It seems like all of this has gotten to the point where it's a family thing.  I don't want to spend the rest of my life pretending that I don't have feelings for Donny and hiding stuff from you.  If I feel that way, then you know everyone else does too.  What you think about it all is important.  Your guidance and wisdom have always steered us right.''

He was speaking as earnestly as he could so that Master Splinter could see the truth in what he was saying.  His words did not erase the troubled expression on his father's face and Mikey had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

``My children, who I have raised to be brothers, family, and honorable ninjas, have decided that they should assuage their sexual needs by engaging in certain carnal acts with one another,'' Master Splinter said.  ``Am I stating this correctly?''

``Not really,'' Mikey said with rising panic.  ``We didn't like, decide that we wanted to do it with each other.  It happened `cause it's natural.  `Cause we love each other.  I guess partly too it's `cause we have this mating instinct that's bringing us together.  You want us to be happy, don't you?''

``I want what is best for you,'' Master Splinter said.  ``Sometimes doing what is for your own good may not be what makes you the happiest.''

Mikey started to speak but Master Splinter held up his hand and stopped him.  ``I must meditate upon this.  Since you joined me under false pretenses, it would be best if you left me to my own council.  I will decide how to proceed.  If you truly have the welfare of your siblings in mind, you will not share our conversation with them.''

``But Donny . . . .'' Mikey said.

``Knows you came in here to speak to me,'' Master Splinter finished for him.  ``Yes, I gathered as much since he found the excuse that stopped Leonardo from joining me as he usually does.  You'll talk to Donatello no matter what I ask.  If you do not want to set off a firestorm within our home, you will at least keep this from your other two brothers.''

The last thing Mikey wanted to do was to set Raph off.  ``I won't say a thing to them,'' he promised.

With a last final look at Mikey, Master Splinter turned away from him and closed his eyes.  Since he had clearly been dismissed, Mikey rose and bowed to his father, knowing he could sense the respectful gesture even if he couldn't see it.

Mikey's legs felt leaden as he climbed the stairs.  All he wanted to do was to hold Don and tell him everything with the hopes that the genius would find something positive in the conversation between Mikey and Master Splinter.

Because one thing was certain, Mikey wasn't feeling very sure about anything at the moment.

TBC..................

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