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Donatello certainly doesn't, even though he secretly wishes that he could, at least this once. 2k18", "count": "4", "submission_left_submission_id": "2103412", "submission_left_file_name": "3044492_hummerhouse_exposing_the_lie_part_2.doc", "submission_right_submission_id": "2161958", "submission_right_file_name": "3135363_hummerhouse_exposing_the_lie_part_4.doc" } ], "description": "by hummerhouse\nDisclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. No money being made.\nWord Count: 1,977 multi-chapter Rise of the TMNT\nSummary: Leonardo's charming and carefree qualities make it hard for his brothers to take him seriously. Donatello certainly doesn't, even though he secretly wishes that he could, at least this once.\nRated: M (rating could change)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "by hummerhouse
Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. No money being made.
Word Count: 1,977 multi-chapter Rise of the TMNT
Summary: Leonardo's charming and carefree qualities make it hard for his brothers to take him seriously. Donatello certainly doesn't, even though he secretly wishes that he could, at least this once.
Rated: M (rating could change)", "writing": "\tDonatello flew over the city, the rotors on his new battle shell performing perfectly. Not that he had any doubts since he was, quite literally, a genius.\n\n\tHe'd known for over an hour that everything was operating at optimum levels. There was no need to test further, he could go home to tackle the myriad other rebuilds that cluttered his lab and the garage.\n\n\tThe problem was that Don was hesitant about returning to the lair. He knew he had to face Leonardo again at some point, but he was putting it off. He'd actually waited until he knew that Leo himself was out of the lair before leaving to take a test flight.\n\n\tBy now Leon was probably home again, eating pizza and hanging with his dad and brothers, all memory of their argument gone from his head. Or so Don hoped.\n\n\tDon found it very hard to concentrate when the memory of how dejected Leo had looked was a constant. Watching his brother wilt in front of him, shoulders slumped in a most uncharacteristic fashion, kept replaying in his head.\n\n\t``Why can't I be more open?'' Don asked aloud, shaking clenched fists in front of him. His arms dropped a moment later, hanging in midair as he began circling the sewer entrance that would take him home. ``I'll tell you why,'' he answered himself, ``it's because unlike this armored shell, I have no such armor for my heart.''\n\n\tHe rather liked the poetic sound of that and finally landed, pulling the rotors back in to his artificial carapace and using one of its mechanical arms to pry open the manhole cover.\n\n\tChoosing to walk home rather than use a faster means of travel gave Don more time to think. Not that thinking about this particular conundrum was doing him any good.\n\n\tThings were so much easier when they were young. He'd been especially close with Leo then, partially because they were the same age. Raph played the part of the protective big brother and Mikey was . . . well, Mikey was Mikey.\n\n\tDon and Leo shared many things back then. Like growing pains. They both got them; Don in his soft shell and Leo in those long, shapely, supple . . . .\n\n\tShaking his head, Don managed to stop that train of thought. They were legs, just legs. They were used for locomotion and no way was Don supposed to be picturing them spread out before him. Or clamped tight around his hips.\n\n\tThat sort of thing never entered his mind when he was a kid. Back then, he and Leo chose to share a bed because it was advantageous to both of them. When Don's shell hurt, Leo knew exactly how to rub it to take away the pain. Likewise, when Leo's legs were aching, Don would massage the muscles until he could relax.\n\n\tThey had a beautifully symbiotic relationship. That was until Leo decided it would be fun to start playing tricks on him. Don had no idea what the catalyst was for that change in behavior, he just knew he found it extremely hurtful, in more ways than one. \n\n\tCome to think of it, around that time was when Don began to grow a thick emotional skin in order to deal with the hurt. Don could dish it out too, and it wasn't long before they were sniping at each other. Gone were the nights of whispering and giggling over stories the two of them made up, or the long talks they had when they were supposed to be sleeping.\n\n\tDon was quite gloomy as he approached the lair. Before he entered though, he straightened his back and smoothed out his facial expression. Leon would probably be waiting there for him and Don was not going to allow his brother the tiniest glimpse of his inner feelings.\n\n\tTo his complete surprise, Leo was not hovering at the lair entrance. Not at any of them, which Don determined for himself with a quick look around. He didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed.\n\n\tMaybe Leo's confession really was part of some elaborate prank.\n\n\tA splash nearby made Don's head jerk to the side, his shoulders tensing. What he saw was Mikey, straddling the large rubber duck that was a fixture in the lair's pool. His brother's head rested atop the duck's and Mikey was staring at him, eyes wide and curious.\n\n\t``What?'' Don asked irritably. ``Do I have something on my back?''\n\n\t``Your battle shell,'' Mikey said with a perfectly innocent expression.\n\n\tDon ran his hand down his face. ``That is not what I . . . never mind. Why are you staring at me?''\n\n\tMikey pointed a finger at him. ``Who are you looking for?''\n\n\t``What makes you think I am looking for anyone?'' Don countered. ``I have merely returned to my home after a successful test flight in order to continue . . . .''\n\n\t``That's Donnie speak for ``I don't want to answer the question'','' Mikey said. His eyes narrowed so that he now appeared sly. ``Are you looking for Leo?''\n\n\t``No,'' Don said more forcefully that he'd meant to. ``I am not looking for Leo, I am not looking for anyone.''\n\n\t``You're lying,'' Mikey said, sitting up straight. ``First Leo lied to me and now you're lying to me. Everyone's moving out of the lair to a new home and you're not taking me with you.''\n\n\t``No one is moving, my dear Angelo,'' Don said. He waved a dismissive hand in his younger brother's direction. ``We decided against that years ago.''\n\n\t``It was last week,'' Mikey said. ``Raph tabled the idea for further discussion.''\n\n\tA thought struck Don. ``Why would you ask if I was looking for Leo? And what was he lying to you about?''\n\n\t``'Cause he was looking for you,'' Mikey said. ``Duh. He said nothing was going on after he said you shouldn't be outside on your own.''\n\n\t``How is him saying I shouldn't be outside a lie?'' Don asked, starting to feel like his head was spinning, a not unusual occurrence when talking to his baby brother.\n\n\t``Not that part. Aren't you listening?'' Mikey asked. ``The part where he said nothing's going on. And the part where he said everything's under control after saying he was going to show you that he trusts you.''\n\n\t``That he . . . why would he want to show me that he trusts me?'' Don asked.\n\n\t``You two really need to talk,'' Mikey said. ``Unless you want Dr. Delicate Touch to handle this whole situation.''\n\n\t``We don't need Dr. Delicate Touch to handle anything,'' Don said quickly. ``There is no situation.''\n\n\t``Sure there is,'' Mikey said. ``Leo wants to know you care about him, but you pretend you don't because then he might prank you. He only started doing that to get your attention.''\n\n\tDon had started to walk away but that drew him up short. ``He what?''\n\n\t``To get your attention,'' Mikey said, sounding smug. ``After you built your lab and started ignoring us. Leo hated that something was more important to you than he was. He likes you, always has.''\n\n\t``He's my brother, he's supposed to like me,'' Don said. ``Dad told us so.''\n\n\t``He likes you, likes you,'' Mikey said. ``You should give him a chance.''\n\n\t``I have no idea what you're talk . . . .'' Don began.\n\n\t``Who ate my cherries?!''\n\n\tRaph's booming voice practically shook the lair. He came storming out of the kitchen, waving an empty plastic container, which he proceeded to place directly in front of Donatello's eyes.\n\n\t``It was you, wasn't it?'' Raph asked. ``You aren't content with your blueberries.''\n\n\tDon pushed the container aside. ``I have not touched your cherries. I haven't even been in the lair in the last one hundred and three minutes.''\n\n\tRaph turned his glare on Mikey. ``Not it!'' the younger turtle sang out. ``Oranges are my thing.''\n\n\t``It wasn't Leo, he doesn't like cherries. It must have been Pops. He was looking for something sweet because [i]somebody [/i] took away his cake,'' Raph said, gazing sharply at Don.\n\n\t``By somebody you mean me,'' Don said. ``Once again I am the only responsible one in the family. Father's sugar intake must be monitored.''\n\n\t``He's the Dad, not you,'' Raph said.\n\n\tDon indicated the container. ``For all you know, you ate them while you were sleepwalking.'' He paused to quirk a painted on eyebrow at his brother. ``Again.''\n\n\t``Never mind,'' Raph said hastily, shoving the container behind his back. ``I'm going out to get some more. Coming with, Michael?''\n\n\tMikey hopped out of the water. ``Sure thing, Raphie. There are some turtles in this lair who need alone time.''\n\n\tHe walked off with Raph without a backward glance, but there was no mistaking the meaning in his words. After his brothers were gone, Don took a deep breath and went in search of Leo, determined to hash things out with him.\n\n\tDonatello was going to tell his brother to stop toying with him because it was getting old. Under no circumstances would he give any hint as to the way he really felt towards Leo. He had been suppressing those emotions for a very long time, covering them with a disdainful attitude and sarcasm.\n\n\tIn truth, he was terrified that Leo would learn why he'd reacted so badly to his brother's proposal that they be a `couple'. If Don let this cloud linger between them, Leo might just figure out that he shared those same lascivious ideas. On the outside, Don appeared cocky and rather reckless, but in truth he was in some ways quite insecure. That left him anxious with a tendency to worry that he wasn't good enough. \n\n\tLeo was the opposite. He was charming, clever, and a bit - okay, more than a bit - arrogant. That confidence was attractive, when it wasn't annoying. He could also be rational and charismatic.\n\n\tHis brother was right when he said Don dreamed about him. He was also right in guessing what kind of dreams Don often had.\n\n\tDon was not going to feed Leo's ego though. He'd make it clear that he wasn't going to play Leo's new game and then hope that would be the end of it.\n\n\tThe trouble was, he couldn't find Leo anywhere in the lair. He was sure Mikey would have told him if Leo had gone out again. Don did locate their father, who was fast asleep in his chair while one of his old movies played on the big screen in front of him.\n\n\tGiving up for the moment, Don went to his lab in the hopes he could find something to distract him. Nothing his eyes fell on held even the slightest interest, though he did notice that some of this things seemed to have been shifted around.\n\n\tFrowning, Don decided that he was just tired. Leo's journey into his room the night before had interrupted his sleep and a day filled with unease hadn't helped one bit.\n\n\tStripping off his battle shell, Don put it away, setting his tech bo in its spot nearby. He pulled off his mask as he entered his bedroom and then froze in the doorway.\n\n\tLying on Donatello's bed, his back turned towards the door so that the luscious curves of his shell and hips were on full display, was Leonardo. He was stripped naked, that cute, tight ass that featured in many of Don's dreams jutting out in his direction.\n\n\tThat ass also happened to be covered in crushed blueberries, giving Leo's rear a tantalizing purplish tinge. His cheeks were spread wide, held that way by Don's spreader tool, and cherries lined the opening, with one very strategically placed.\n\n\tEvery brain cell in Don's head seemed to explode, leaving him a drooling, gaping mess.\n\nTBC...........\t\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tDonatello flew over the city, the rotors on his new battle shell performing perfectly.  Not that he had any doubts since he was, quite literally, a genius.

\tHe'd known for over an hour that everything was operating at optimum levels.  There was no need to test further, he could go home to tackle the myriad other rebuilds that cluttered his lab and the garage.

\tThe problem was that Don was hesitant about returning to the lair.  He knew he had to face Leonardo again at some point, but he was putting it off.  He'd actually waited until he knew that Leo himself was out of the lair before leaving to take a test flight.

\tBy now Leon was probably home again, eating pizza and hanging with his dad and brothers, all memory of their argument gone from his head.  Or so Don hoped.

\tDon found it very hard to concentrate when the memory of how dejected Leo had looked was a constant.  Watching his brother wilt in front of him, shoulders slumped in a most uncharacteristic fashion, kept replaying in his head.

\t``Why can't I be more open?'' Don asked aloud, shaking clenched fists in front of him.  His arms dropped a moment later, hanging in midair as he began circling the sewer entrance that would take him home.  ``I'll tell you why,'' he answered himself, ``it's because unlike this armored shell, I have no such armor for my heart.''

\tHe rather liked the poetic sound of that and finally landed, pulling the rotors back in to his artificial carapace and using one of its mechanical arms to pry open the manhole cover.

\tChoosing to walk home rather than use a faster means of travel gave Don more time to think.  Not that thinking about this particular conundrum was doing him any good.

\tThings were so much easier when they were young.  He'd been especially close with Leo then, partially because they were the same age.  Raph played the part of the protective big brother and Mikey was . . . well, Mikey was Mikey.

\tDon and Leo shared many things back then.  Like growing pains.  They both got them; Don in his soft shell and Leo in those long, shapely, supple . . . .

\tShaking his head, Don managed to stop that train of thought.  They were legs, just legs.  They were used for locomotion and no way was Don supposed to be picturing them spread out before him.  Or clamped tight around his hips.

\tThat sort of thing never entered his mind when he was a kid.  Back then, he and Leo chose to share a bed because it was advantageous to both of them.  When Don's shell hurt, Leo knew exactly how to rub it to take away the pain.  Likewise, when Leo's legs were aching, Don would massage the muscles until he could relax.

\tThey had a beautifully symbiotic relationship.  That was until Leo decided it would be fun to start playing tricks on him.  Don had no idea what the catalyst was for that change in behavior, he just knew he found it extremely hurtful, in more ways than one.  

\tCome to think of it, around that time was when Don began to grow a thick emotional skin in order to deal with the hurt.  Don could dish it out too, and it wasn't long before they were sniping at each other.  Gone were the nights of whispering and giggling over stories the two of them made up, or the long talks they had when they were supposed to be sleeping.

\tDon was quite gloomy as he approached the lair.  Before he entered though, he straightened his back and smoothed out his facial expression.  Leon would probably be waiting there for him and Don was not going to allow his brother the tiniest glimpse of his inner feelings.

\tTo his complete surprise, Leo was not hovering at the lair entrance.  Not at any of them, which Don determined for himself with a quick look around.  He didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed.

\tMaybe Leo's confession really was part of some elaborate prank.

\tA splash nearby made Don's head jerk to the side, his shoulders tensing.  What he saw was Mikey, straddling the large rubber duck that was a fixture in the lair's pool.  His brother's head rested atop the duck's and Mikey was staring at him, eyes wide and curious.

\t``What?'' Don asked irritably.   ``Do I have something on my back?''

\t``Your battle shell,'' Mikey said with a perfectly innocent expression.

\tDon ran his hand down his face.  ``That is not what I . . . never mind.  Why are you staring at me?''

\tMikey pointed a finger at him.  ``Who are you looking for?''

\t``What makes you think I am looking for anyone?'' Don countered.  ``I have merely returned to my home after a successful test flight in order to continue . . . .''

\t``That's Donnie speak for ``I don't want to answer the question'','' Mikey said.  His eyes narrowed so that he now appeared sly.  ``Are you looking for Leo?''

\t``No,'' Don said more forcefully that he'd meant to.  ``I am not looking for Leo, I am not looking for anyone.''

\t``You're lying,'' Mikey said, sitting up straight.  ``First Leo lied to me and now you're lying to me.  Everyone's moving out of the lair to a new home and you're not taking me with you.''

\t``No one is moving, my dear Angelo,'' Don said.  He waved a dismissive hand in his younger brother's direction.  ``We decided against that years ago.''

\t``It was last week,'' Mikey said.  ``Raph tabled the idea for further discussion.''

\tA thought struck Don.  ``Why would you ask if I was looking for Leo?  And what was he lying to you about?''

\t``'Cause he was looking for you,'' Mikey said. ``Duh.  He said nothing was going on after he said you shouldn't be outside on your own.''

\t``How is him saying I shouldn't be outside a lie?'' Don asked, starting to feel like his head was spinning, a not unusual occurrence when talking to his baby brother.

\t``Not that part.  Aren't you listening?'' Mikey asked.  ``The part where he said nothing's going on.  And the part where he said everything's under control after saying he was going to show you that he trusts you.''

\t``That he . . . why would he want to show me that he trusts me?'' Don asked.

\t``You two really need to talk,'' Mikey said.  ``Unless you want Dr. Delicate Touch to handle this whole situation.''

\t``We don't need Dr. Delicate Touch to handle anything,'' Don said quickly.  ``There is no situation.''

\t``Sure there is,'' Mikey said.  ``Leo wants to know you care about him, but you pretend you don't because then he might prank you.  He only started doing that to get your attention.''

\tDon had started to walk away but that drew him up short.  ``He what?''

\t``To get your attention,'' Mikey said, sounding smug.  ``After you built your lab and started ignoring us.  Leo hated that something was more important to you than he was.  He likes you, always has.''

\t``He's my brother, he's supposed to like me,'' Don said.  ``Dad told us so.''

\t``He likes you, likes you,'' Mikey said.  ``You should give him a chance.''

\t``I have no idea what you're talk . . . .'' Don began.

\t``Who ate my cherries?!''

\tRaph's booming voice practically shook the lair.  He came storming out of the kitchen, waving an empty plastic container, which he proceeded to place directly in front of Donatello's eyes.

\t``It was you, wasn't it?'' Raph asked.  ``You aren't content with your blueberries.''

\tDon pushed the container aside.  ``I have not touched your cherries.  I haven't even been in the lair in the last one hundred and three minutes.''

\tRaph turned his glare on Mikey.  ``Not it!'' the younger turtle sang out.  ``Oranges are my thing.''

\t``It wasn't Leo, he doesn't like cherries.  It must have been Pops.  He was looking for something sweet because somebody took away his cake,'' Raph said, gazing sharply at Don.

\t``By somebody you mean me,'' Don said.  ``Once again I am the only responsible one in the family.  Father's sugar intake must be monitored.''

\t``He's the Dad, not you,'' Raph said.

\tDon indicated the container.  ``For all you know, you ate them while you were sleepwalking.''  He paused to quirk a painted on eyebrow at his brother.  ``Again.''

\t``Never mind,'' Raph said hastily, shoving the container behind his back.  ``I'm going out to get some more.  Coming with, Michael?''

\tMikey hopped out of the water.  ``Sure thing, Raphie.  There are some turtles in this lair who need alone time.''

\tHe walked off with Raph without a backward glance, but there was no mistaking the meaning in his words.  After his brothers were gone, Don took a deep breath and went in search of Leo, determined to hash things out with him.

\tDonatello was going to tell his brother to stop toying with him because it was getting old.  Under no circumstances would he give any hint as to the way he really felt towards Leo.  He had been suppressing those emotions for a very long time, covering them with a disdainful attitude and sarcasm.

\tIn truth, he was terrified that Leo would learn why he'd reacted so badly to his brother's proposal that they be a `couple'.  If Don let this cloud linger between them, Leo might just figure out that he shared those same lascivious ideas.  On the outside, Don appeared cocky and rather reckless, but in truth he was in some ways quite insecure.  That left him anxious with a tendency to worry that he wasn't good enough.  

\tLeo was the opposite.  He was charming, clever, and a bit - okay, more than a bit - arrogant.  That confidence was attractive, when it wasn't annoying.  He could also be rational and charismatic.

\tHis brother was right when he said Don dreamed about him.  He was also right in guessing what kind of dreams Don often had.

\tDon was not going to feed Leo's ego though.  He'd make it clear that he wasn't going to play Leo's new game and then hope that would be the end of it.

\tThe trouble was, he couldn't find Leo anywhere in the lair.  He was sure Mikey would have told him if Leo had gone out again.  Don did locate their father, who was fast asleep in his chair while one of his old movies played on the big screen in front of him.

\tGiving up for the moment, Don went to his lab in the hopes he could find something to distract him.  Nothing his eyes fell on held even the slightest interest, though he did notice that some of this things seemed to have been shifted around.

\tFrowning, Don decided that he was just tired.  Leo's journey into his room the night before had interrupted his sleep and a day filled with unease hadn't helped one bit.

\tStripping off his battle shell, Don put it away, setting his tech bo in its spot nearby.  He pulled off his mask as he entered his bedroom and then froze in the doorway.

\tLying on Donatello's bed, his back turned towards the door so that the luscious curves of his shell and hips were on full display, was Leonardo.  He was stripped naked, that cute, tight ass that featured in many of Don's dreams jutting out in his direction.

\tThat ass also happened to be covered in crushed blueberries, giving Leo's rear a tantalizing purplish tinge.  His cheeks were spread wide, held that way by Don's spreader tool, and cherries lined the opening, with one very strategically placed.

\tEvery brain cell in Don's head seemed to explode, leaving him a drooling, gaping mess.

TBC...........\t

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