Teasing?

Dark Don was many things. A person who easily admitted to having awkward feelings was not on the list. Grumbling irately, he typed away on his computer. Despite the fact that most computers were touch-screen now, there were a lot of people who still preferred to keep the keyboard. On his computer, he was testing himself to figure out if he was feeling what he thought he was. Of course, he had devised all the tests for his brothers, seeing as Dark Mikey had prodded him into it.... The purple clone paused, his finger above the enter key. He didn't need a damn test to figure out what he was feeling, but he would like to be sure... He pressed it, and the results flashed on-screen. He immediately minimized them, and leaned back in his hoverchair. So, he WAS in love. For sure. And his discovery was a double-one, seeing as it also meant he was gay. The purple turtle rubbed his forehead. He was positive that Donatello was not gay, so why him? "Well I AM his opposite," he grumbled. He was pretty sure that he was the only gay one, and this was going to make dealing with his problem a lot harder... And it would make dealing with it a little more painful than just hiding it. He'd have to know that he'd be walking alone forever while his siblings possibly found love.... If they could manage that. And he, of course, would be asked for advice and later be teased for not being as successful.

He sighed as an alert for a security update appeared. He had been awake far too long, but this needed doing, in case the turtles tried to come. He could hear his brothers playfully arguing outside, and closed his eyes. He wasn't truly part of the family, and where could his home be when his heart is torn in two? He started working on the update. None of them knew he had been up for forty-eight consecutive hours, and he wasn't sure if he liked it that way. But then again, it HAD allowed him to add more protection to the lair and Terrorpin. Now he was working on a way to get rid of the hypnotic orders Darius Dunn had placed in them. Dark Raph would have accused him of killing himself through overworking, and he found that he didn't really get annoyed at the idea. Perhaps that would free him from th- He cut the thought off. It couldn't help him help his brothers, and was thus irrelevant. But then again, could he really say 'brothers' when he spent virtually no time with them? Dark Mikey came into the lab, and his heart leapt into his mouth and tried to scramble past his teeth to throw itself into the yellow turtle's hands to do with as he wished. The yellow turtle wanted to know how long he'd been in there, and he lied and said only a couple of hours. Dark Mikey put on a sarcastic voice, which Dark Don happened to find very attractive, and said Dark Leo had not heard Dark Don use his room for two nights. Then he gently grabbed the purple turtle's arm and pulled him up. Before he knew what he was doing, he kissed his brother. Just a brief touch of the lips with a brief flick of tongue, and then he withdrew and scrambled off to his room, refusing to look at anyone.

Dark Don's head was between his knees, which were at chest-height, and his hands were on the back of his neck. His eyes were closed, and he was noticeably controlling his breathing. He had heard his red and blue brothers explode downstairs. But they thought... They thought he had been TEASING his yellow brother, they thought he was just experimenting. He hadn't heard Dark Mikey though, and his yellow brother was the one he so desperately wanted to hear. He eventually curled up in his bed and went to sleep.

Dark Mike quietly entered the room and shut the door. His purple brother was quietly sleeping, with a pained expression on his face. His limbs were tangled in the sheets, and he had almost rolled onto his gauntlets. Dark Mikey carefully picked them up and moved them so Dark Don wouldn't injure himself, then sat down in front of the computer Dark Don kept in his room. He tapped the screen and saw a journal program. Understandably curious, he tapped it, and started reading through the entries.

Dark Don reached out to his yellow brother, who was giving him a disgusted look. "You're sick, bro, REALLY sick. How in the hell could you be in love with me?! I'm your brother! No wait, not even that anymore. Get lost, I don't EVER want to see you again."
"Mikey please..." Dark Don pleaded. "Don't make me go..."
"GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!" roared Dark Mikey, shoving Dark Don over a cliff. "Good riddance to bad rubbish," he heard his yellow brother say, before he woke up. He shot up into a sitting position, breathing hard. Arms wrapped around him and he jumped.
"You okay?"
"M-Mikey? What are you doing in here?"
"Checking on you," said Dark Mikey. "I'm also here to tell you that I don't exactly understand what it is you want from me completely, or what you see in me, but I'm here for you, bro." Dark Mikey nuzzled his brother's cheek. Dark Don relaxed a bit, and even dared to smile a little. Then he frowned.
"Wait... Do you think this is an experiment?"
"Not after reading your journal."
"My journ-? YOU READ MY JOURNAL?! YOU F-ING ASS! I don't go reading YOUR journal-!" Dark Mikey kissed him, cutting him off, then withdrew.
"Do you really care, seeing as it means I do this now?" asked Dark Mikey.
"Y-" The yellow turtle's tongue ran along Dark Don's neck. "No..." he moaned. Dark Mikey chuckled.
"Thought so. And just so you know, bro... You can read MY journal... I think you'll find it to be very interesting... And it'll get rid of those doubts I can see practically graffitied on your face." Dark Don blinked.
"You mean-?"
"Yeah, just didn't want YOU to think I was experimenting." Dark Mikey kissed him again, and Dark Don smiled. To hell with what Dark Leo and Dark Raph might think. Dark Mikey was HIS, and that was all that mattered.