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Week 6/03 – 6/9/20

The Engagement Dinner part 2

These prompts just lined up really nicely and the story flowed from one week into the next.

Merton stands up for himself and Tommy, even if it is one of the most painful things he’s ever had to do. Tommy feels like he’s made this mess for Merton but as always will do anything he can to help his gothic beauty feel like the treasure he is.

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Dialogue prompt: “You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can live with yours doesn’t mean you should shame me for living with mine.”

*this week continues the previse weeks. *

Merton scanned the parking lot ask Tommy parked the car. The restaurant looks like a nice one, he looked up with the name and knew it was never going to try and say it because he was going to butcher it. His eyebrows knit together that truck in the back corner was a little too beat up for this place and looked oddly familiar.

I walked in, checked their code and were showing over to the table for 6 people. “Who else is coming? it” Merton whispered to Tommy’s the waiter walked away.

Tommy shrugged, “ I don’t know, I didn’t think to ask and she didn’t say anything. So I just kinda figured it was you, me, mom and dad.”

“Weird.” Merton mumbled settling into one of the side chairs.

“Oh good, you're here!” Mrs. Dawkins greeted them, “look who I we found in the parking lot.” Merton and Tommy stood smiling warmly at the Dawkins. 2 familiar faces stepped around the Dawkins and Merton smile faded. he quickly caught himself and plastered on a fresh one moving around the table to give his parents a quick disingenuous hug. “mom, dad, how are you?”

“Good, we’re good. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back to town?”

“it was kind of last minute.” Merton gave a half shy half chuckling response keeping his eyes averted from his father.

“Still could’ve called.” Mr. dingle chastised, sitting down at the tables far end.

“Right, sorry.” Merton nodded returning to his seat, closest to his father.

“well, let’s order, I’m starved,” Mr. Dawkins chuckled taking a seat at the other end of the table. “then we can all catch up.”

With all the orders in Mrs. Dingle ask about Merton’s work, then Tommy’s and how they were adjusting to life in the city. If they had any new friends, she kept the conversation moving and in comfortable zones for the bulk of the meal. As desert was placed before them Mrs. Dawkins raised her wine glass. “I’d like to propose a toast to our boys. They are doing so well as they move forward. So, lets raise our glasses to them as they bring our families together. Congratulations,” Merton’s face drained of all color, “on your engagement!” the Dwakin’s family cheered and clinked glassed while the Dingles turned to Merton. Realizing the Dingles had not joined in the Dawkins turned to their guests.

Merton slowly brought his glass back to the table, his eyes locked on the center of the table desperately wanting to be anywhere ells. “Their what!” Mr. Dingle snapped; Merton flinched but waved away Tommy’s comforting hand. “you’re supposed to be past this.”

Mrs. Dingle placed a hand on her husbands’ arm, “Please,” she hissed, glancing around the restaurant desperately.

Mr. Dingle stood abruptly, gripping Merton’s shoulder. “Come with me.” Merton was nearly pulled out of his chair. He waved at Tommy to stay and walked out of the restaurant under his father’s hand.

The Dawkins turned to the last of the Dingles for some sort of expatiation. “What’s going on?” Tommy just managed not to snap at the older women, the wolf was on high alert and demanding answers. Mrs. Dingle had the decency to look embarrassed but offered very little in explanations.

“I’m sorry, had we thought he could have such influence on you,” She locked eyes with Tommy, “we would have put a stop to it. Though we were hoping that the influence would go the other way. What with all the incidents in middle school and then the ‘dark’ phase.” She shook her head disappointed. “But then all of a sudden he started hanging out with you, an all-American boy, and we really thought he was finally starting on the right path.”

Tommy stared at her in disbelief, “Shit!” Tommy stood almost knocking over his chair.

“Tommy?” Mr. Dawkins stopped him gently.

“This is why he’s been acting so weird, I, I just told him…” Tommy took a calming breath, “I’ll be right back.”

Tommy pushed the door open and slowed down, sniffing the air for Merton. Fallowing the sent, he heard Merton before he saw him. “No, you made your choice and now I’ve made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you should shame me for living with mine.” Merton’s voice was low but firm.

“It’s the wrong choice!” Mr. Dingle growled.

“Tommy, isn’t the wrong choice.” Merton took a steading breath. Tommy paused at the corner of the building and watched. “You don’t have to accept or acknowledge it. I don’t expect you too but I choose Tommy over you, I always will. You’ve made it clear I’m not what you wanted.” Merton turned and started back towards the door.

“Don’t you,” Mr. Dingle started after him, Tommy stepped around the corner.

“There you are, is everything okay?” Tommy wrapped his arm around Merton’s shoulder, shooting a quick glare at Mr. Dingle.

“you didn’t have to come out here.” Merton wove his fingers in with Tommy’s looking up at him.

“Sure, I did, I just promised to help you.” Tommy pulled the door open and the two stepped inside. Merton stretched up, placing a kiss to Tommy’s cheek

“Thanks.”

Tommy pressed his forehead to Merton’s. “Anytime.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Dingle watched them return to the table as small amount of realization glittering in her eyes.

“Is everything alright? Mr. Dawkins asked as they sat.

“We’re leaving.” Mr. Dingle snapped at his wife.

With a quick glance around the table she gathered her purse, gave a fast thanks for the invitation and dinner before joining her husband. The table watched them leave with disappointment.

Merton laid his head on Tommy’s shoulder as they drove back to the house, quiet and generally sending out sad vibes. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Merton shook his head, “it’s fine, they gave up on me a long time ago. This just makes it official.”

Tommy frowned and gently bonked his head against Merton’s. deciding tonight he would focus on Merton, not that he didn’t anyway, but tonight he would make sure he felt safe and wanted. Then tomorrow he would tell his mom not to change any of her original plans, just stay on the wedding plans like tonight hadn’t happened maybe just don’t bring up the Dingles. If the Dingles were really going to let Merton slip from their fingers, then the Dawkins were just going to have to catch him.

#weekly writing #Challenge #2020 #Big Wolf on Campus #Merton J. Dingle #Tommy P. Dawkins #Tommy/Merton

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Week 5/27 – 6/02/20

The Engagement Dinner part 1

Merton and Tommy are Back at it again. As almost always with these boys once they got started, they went on a lot longer then I had planned for them to.

This story takes place after The Graveyard & Wedding Errands but before a Night of in Domestication.

Tommy & Merton return to Pleasantville for a celebration dinner with the Dawkins family. While Merton still struggles with how excepting they have been to the whole idea. His worries show themselves in ways that soon have Tommy concerned he might be pushing things to fast.

This story contains sex, so now you know.

If you would like to read this and all of 2020′s weekly writing challenge stories click HERE or continue read below for today’s tale.

Dialogue Prompt: “Unless is screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.”

“Well, you better not mess this up.”

“Merton, did you call your mom back and ask her if she wants to come out and help with stuff?” Tommy asked putting away the groaseries he had just brought in.

“Mmhmm.” Merton hummed still scrolling through the event hall website.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tommy glanced over at Merton.

“It means I called her back.”

“Bu-t?”

“but I didn’t ask her if she wants to help with the wedding.”

“Why not?”

“Because, she won’t want too.”

“What are you talking about of course she wants to. I can’t get mine to stop pestering me about it no matter how many times I tell her it’s your thing.”

Merton’s mouth turned down sharply, “It’s our thing,” Merton shot him a quick sharp glance, “you’re the one who asked me.”

“I know it is, you’re just so much better at this stuff.”

“Okay, sure.”

“So, ask your mom, I’m sure she wants to do something for the wedding. Hopefully it’s the only one your going to have.” Merton smirked as Tommy came closer to the table. “Besides if you don’t ask her to help, she’ll feel left out once she arrives at the actual wedding.” Merton frowned, locking his eyes onto his laptop screen. “Merton?” Merton made appoint of not looking at Tommy. “Merton, they do know we’re engaged?” Merton’s gaze fell to his hands as he began chewing the inner corner of his lip. “Merton?” Tommy dropped into the chair across from Merton.

Merton dropped his head to his shoulders, “They don’t even know we’re dating.”

“Wha?”

“I mean they know about me but they don’t know about us, you.”

“why haven’t you told them? I thought you had.” Merton’s head sank down farther. “They do know we’re living together, right? What did they thing happened when we both moved to the same town?”

“Probably not a lot, I mean they knew I had gotten a job before I came here. And if they had thought anything of it, it was probably just that I’m an obsessive fanboy and you have never entertained the thought that I love you.”

“Merton,”

“Just because your family thought we were dating long before we were and excepted the idea of it doesn’t mean mine will or does.”

“What does that,”

“It’s fine, they’ve never been my biggest fans.”

Tommy brushed his fingers over Merton’s hand, clearly now wasn’t the time to press the issue. “You know we’re going to have to tell them eventually.”

“I know, but after. Then they can’t stop us.” Merton weaves his fingers with Tommy’s giving him a small smile.

“If you’re sure.” Merton nodded tightening his hold on Tommy. Tommy leaned across the table a pissed Merton’s temple.

Three days later Merton sat I his office going through emails when a text from Tommy came in.

You have a three-day weekend this week, right?

Yes, why?

Mom, wants us to come back for a dinner and some wedding stuff.

What? Why doesn’t she come here then?

She can’t get away from work but you and I can.

Fine, I’ll book the tickets.

No worries, I’m doing it now, just wanted to be sure.

Fine *slanted eyed skull emoji*

*chuckle emoji* get back to work

That Friday night Merton found himself falling asleep against a plane window. Tommy rubbing the back of his neck. The Dawkins greeted them warmly, bustling them into the car with hugs. Merton flinched slightly at the warm contact, realizing that this was the first time he had seen them since knowing that they knew about he and Tommy. It still felt weird that they were so comfortable with the idea of their relationship but the Dawkins were kind and clearly excited about the coming wedding.

Once back in the Dawkins house and after a light dinner Tommy and Merton retired to the alien familiarity of Tommy’s old bedroom. As Merton changed into his sleepwear, he realized that this would be the first time they shared Tommy’s bed. Since they became a couple, they had always ended up in Merton’s or a hotel’s. Merton slide quietly under the covers taking time to feel as much of the sheets as he could. “What are you thinking about?” Tommy asked watching Merton rub the sheet between his fingers.

“I’ve never been un your bed before.” Merton mumbled into the pillow before taking a deep inhale.

Is that true? Tommy knitted his brows together settling o to the bed behind Merton, he supposed it was. After they had become a couple, he had practically moved into Merton’s room at the old apartment

“It still smells like you.”

Tommy smiled wrapping his arms around Merton’s waist. “I like the way our bed smells.” Placing a small kiss to the base of Merton’s neck.

Merton rolled over and curled against Tommy’s chest. “Night.

“Night.”

Merton woke alone to a cold bed, he got up and dressed before opening the door. He could hear Tommy downstairs talking with his parents as he headed for the bathroom. Once finished with his morning routine he headed the front door close while he headed for the kitchen. “morning,” he greeted Tommy and Mrs. Dawkins.

“good morning.” Mrs. Dawkins smiled at him, sipping from her coffee.

“Moring Merton.” Tommy kissed his temple, Merton glanced down shyly. While he was becoming more comfortable with public displays of affection and Tommy’s family seemed fine with them, he still felt uneasy doing anything Infront of Tommy’s mother. “I’m goanna hit the shower, I’m all sweaty from my run. Get something to eat.” Tommy said pulling away and heading for the stairs.

“Did you sleep alright?” Mrs. Dawkins asked.

“Yes, thank you.” God, why does he feel so out of place. Merton wanted to shake his head and scream in an attempt to clear this feeling from himself, but he didn’t instead he stood there unsure what exactly to do with himself.

“help yourself to whatever you like, I have to be heading back to the station soon to prep for the midday news. So, you and Tommy will have the day to yourselves but you both have to be back and dressed for dinner tonight at seven. Then tomorrow I’m stealing you both so we can go over some of your ideas for the wedding.”

“Okay, seven.”

“yep, seven. Dress nice.” She put her cup in the sink. “It’s goanna be fun.” She picked up her purse and patted his shoulder. Merton gave her a quick shy smile as she headed for the door.

Scrounging around the cubbareds Merton finally settled on a bowel of Coco pebbles. Sitting at the counter he eats watching the fresh pot of coffee drip to full. He heard the soft sound of the Livingroom TV click to life and knew that Dean was now awake.

Once the coffee pot was full Merton stretched across the countertop and poured himself a cup. Still stretched across the counter he took a deep inhale and smirked before his first sip. A hand settled on his hip and slid up under his shirt, Merton squeaked, nearly dropping his cup. He managed to spill half of it over the counter top.

“It’s me.” Tommy chuckles, stretching over Merton’s back.

“Yesh, Tommy!” Merton glared over his shoulder a Tommy while reaching for a towel.

“Who did you think it was?” Tommy’s chest was bouncing from his chuckles and still damp from the shower as he pressed against Merton.

“I don’t know.” Merton grumbles running the towel over the spill.

“What, did you think my dad wanted to try you out, see what has me so hooked on you?” Tommy’s voice dropped seductively against Merton’s ear as he rocked his hips into Merton’s ass.

“Tommy!” Merton tries to whip his head around but Tommy catches in his other hand and forces his to look ahead. Tommy slides his tong from the nap of Merton’s neck to be back of his right ear. “Gah,” Merton shudders beneath him, hands gripping the edge of the counter.

“God, you taste good.” Tommy locks on to the pulse point and sucks gently.

Merton pinched his eyes shut, his grip tightening. This felt too good, Tommy’s warmth on his back, a growing stiffness against his ass, just the right amount of suction. This was a cruel temptation. They had both been bust the last two weeks and while they shared a bed nightly, they hadn’t been together. Tommy’s teeth scrapped over his skin. “Tommy, your brother.” Merton panted. Tommy pulled back just enough to roll Merton over. Merton swallowed, gods help him Tommy was in nothing but a towel, his skin still flush from the heat of the shower. Merton bit down on his bottom lip as Tommy lay on him again, sliding his hands under Merton’s shirt to caress his chest.

“What about him?” Tommy smiles darkly watching Merton worry his lip, eyes fluttering closed with the gentle rocking for Tommy’s hips.

“He’s in the Livingroom.”

“He won’t come in here.”

“Tommy,” Merton whines.

“Oh, you want to be watched?” Tommy wrapped his arms around Merton’s waist and lifted him from the counter. “Well, we’ll have to go into the dining room so he can get a clear view.”

“Tommy!”

“Don’t worry about it, when Gleb was watching you, you did seem to enjoy it.” Tommy turned toward the dining room.

“Don’t you dare!” Merton pulled on Tommy’s ear, forcing him to redirect towards the hall.

“Oww, oww, alright. Upstairs it is.” Merton smirks pulling himself more upright for a kiss. “Though the kitchen counter is still available.”

“Get me upstairs or call it done.”

“Grumpy.”

“Someone didn’t let me have my coffee.”

Tommy laughs, starting up the stairs.

Tommy kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, “Now, what am going to do with you until diner?”

“Would you shut up? You’ve already convinced me to have sex in your parents’ house, so can you just get to it?” Tommy dropped Merton on the bed with a playful frown. “Ah! What, happened to your towel?” Merton held back a laugh.

“It fell off somewhere on the stairs.” Merton fell back laughing, Tommy climbed on top of him with a mocking pout. “And what is so funny?”

“I don’t know there is just something funny about the image of your naked ass climbing the stairs that’s funny.”

“With your legs wrapped around my waist, I a joke to you?”

“…Maybe?” Tommy pulled him in for a kiss. Trailing down Merton’s neck as his hands curled around the bottom of the goth’s shirt. Pulling Merton’s shirt over his head, running his hands down the alabaster chest.

Merton let out a soft gasp as tommy brushed over a nipple. “Sometimes you’re too good at this.”

“Maybe, you’re just really easy?” Tommy chuckled pressing his lips to Merton’s chest, his hands dropping to undo Merton’s pants.

“Maybe I’ve been deprived.” Merton chuckled lifting his hips.

“Well, I just have to do something about that.” Tommy placed a quick kiss to Merton’s navel and smirked as his stomach fluttered before sliding down farther down. Merton ran his fingers into Tommy’s hair a soft moan as he ran his tongue from tip to base through the cotton of his shorts. Before pulling back the band and pulling him into the heavenly warmth of Tommy’s mouth.

It still startled Merton how much Tommy enjoyed going down on him, part of him still didn’t understand it. “Ah, slow down,” Tommy gave a quick apologetic glance easing back a bit. “we’ve got time.” Tommy hummed and Merton moaned stroking Tommy’s hair, who was he to deny Tommy what he wanted. “So good.” Merton leaned back against the wall.

Tommy glanced up at Merton’s face, smirking as he watched him panting gently his mouth opening ever so slightly, cheeks flushed and eyes sliding closed. It wasn’t fair for someone to be so cute. Tommy released Merton and looked down the underside of his shaft lifting Merton’s hips until he had a clear access to the tight ring. Broadening his tongue Tommy swiped over the ring and watched Merton’s legs twitch, breath hitching and lip locked between his teeth. Tommy repeated the action until Merton let out a small frustrated squeak. Then he pointed his tongue and plunged into the familiar warmth.

Merton covered his mouth as a soft gasping “AH” escape him. His eyes cracked open as Tommy kept turning him loose. He was whimpering into his hands, on the verge of shutters. “Tommy”

Tommy reached over to the night stand and pulled out a bottle of Lube, squeezing some on to his fingers, he rubbed them together to warm it. Pulling out his tongue only to replace it with his fingers. Merton’s chest arched into the air, his voice rising in welcome surprise. He was trying so hard to stay quiet and it was adorable but Tommy had no idea why. Making his way back up Merton well he continues to work him open. Tommy could smell the want using out of every pore on Martin, his breath was coming in faster pants his eyes when they fluttered open were glossy and dilated. And yet Merton had his hands clamped over his mouth. “What are you doing?” Tommy asked sliding a second finger in.

Mertens eyes, half lidded locked on to Tommy's. lifting his hands, he slides them into tommy's hair once again “kiss me” he went for dad Tommy who was happy to oblige. Merton sucked on his tongue as a needy moan filled them. Merton broke away with the gasping “ah” when Tommy added a third finger. Tommy curled his fingers and random across Merton’s prostate causing his eyes to flutter, hello grown to pour out of him that slowly morphed into a “please.”

“Are you sure?”

“please, Tommy”

Tommy squeezed some more Lube on his fingers and warmed it before slathering his own cock. He aligned himself with Merton’s entrance. Merton’s hands covered his mouth once again as Tommy pushed slow and steady into him. Merton arched a low moan bouncing against his fingers as he felt Tommy filled him, his whole body shuttered. Merton really had missed this feeling, he could live on Tommy’s cock, he always felt whole with Tommy inside of him.

Tommy gripped Merton’s hips and lean down. “you could if I start moving?” Merton nodded; Tommy smile still not sure why Merton was staying so quiet. He began slow and was pleased with the muted gas and moans. Merton’s eyes fluttering in his cheeks and chest darkening in color.

““God, Tommy!” Merton gripped Tommy shoulders and put him down. “God, don’t ever do this to me again.” Tommy hummed a question as he snapped his hips. “Don’t deny me,” Merton half chuckled pulling Tommy down for another kiss.

“You know you only need to ask.” Tommy murmured against Merton’s neck. E circle his arms around Merton and lifted him so that Merton was settled onto his lap.

Nuzzling into tommy's neck Merton asked “So, how did we manage straight human sex?”

Tommy frowned cheekily. “Is that all you want from me?”

“no, just say-ah!” Merton’s voice lifted in surprise as his fingers dug into tommy’s skin, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he felt Tommy change within him. Hair sprouting under fingers and a low growl rumbling in the base of Tommy’s chest. Now that the Wolf was unleashed so were some of Merton’s inhibitions. “Fuck, Tommy harder” Merton’s husky demands rolled against Tommy’s ear that along with is little squirms making him feel unreasonably powerful.

Merton let his head fall back with a moan Tommy took to the offer neck with a gusto, sucking on the Goths Adams Apple. Merton let out a low and Misty sound as lip was still locked between his teeth. That odd sound combined with Merton’s unusual quiet and blessed heat edge Tommy closer. Tightening his hands around Merton’s hips he felt his knot expand as the first pulse of ejaculation ran through him. Merton whimpered as each blast fresh heat splashed inside.

Tommy released Merton’s throat, panting as he dewolfed, for the most part. Only to realize, his head against Merton’s chest, that Merton hadn’t come. Snaking a hand between them Tommy worked Merton to a groaning completion. Merton’s come splattered over his hand and their stomachs combined. Finally, Merton dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder his lip finally released from the death grip of his teeth he whispered. “thank you”

“anytime” Tommy chuckled and placed a case against Merton’s temple before frowning. Martin had never not come before, it was usually them chasing each other. Not to mention the whole quiet thing. Something was definitely going on. Tommy shifted them around on the bed until he was leaning against the wall, Merton dozing gently on his lap while they waited for the knot to go down.

By late afternoon they were both showered and dressed. sheets changed and in the wash. tommy's last towel retrieved and kitchen cleaned from the mess they had left behind. Tommy was making a light lunch for them and Dean while Merton read through some work emails. All of the emails from Lydia ended with a “you better not be reading this today. If you answer me now, you’re going to owe me lunch!” though nothing was too pressing so Merton added them to his calendar with a chuckle and answered his other emails.

“Do you go,” Tommy put down a plate with a sandwich and some chips next to Martins elbow. “Be right back.” He carried a plate into the living room to Dean. Merton finished his responses and moved his laptop back of it shifting the plate in front of him. “What do you want to drink?” Tommy asked walking back into the room. “sadly, no Yoo hoo.” Tommy chuckled opening the refrigerator.

“actually, a water sounds really good.” Merton glanced over his shoulder with a shrug.

“alright.” Tommy placed his plate next to Merton and went back for their drinks.

“You don’t have to sit with me, you know” Tommy gave him a questioning look around his bite. “Should spend some time with your brother. I’m just going be checking emails so I don’t go back to a mountain.”

“I know. But Dean is engrossed in his daytime dramas, not a time for talking” Tommy smiled “And you and I haven’t really been able to hang out lately. You keep working late with Lidia”

“Only when you have late practice.” Merton pouted.

“not true but I concede.” Tommy smirked so that Merton would let it slide. “Either way, I haven’t been around enough clearly.”

“What do you mean?” Merton asked crunching down on a chip.

“well I don't know what's bothering you so much but you’re quiet during sex and” Merton choked on his chip “I have never had to jerk you off after sex before so there is definitely something going on.”

Merton gulped down some water trying to dislodge the small piece of chip that was stuck to the back of his throat. “it’s” he coughed and cleared his throat “it’s not you. I just have some stuff on my mind.”

“like what?”

“it’s not important.” Merton glanced down at the table.

“it’s apparently important enough to distract you while I am inside of you.”

“God damnit! Tommy,” Merton shot a worried glance at the living room door casing. “Your brother can hear you.”

“He doesn't care,” Tommy raised his voice a bit “do you Dean?”

“Nah, get some baby brother.”

“see,” Tommy shrugged returning his voice to the normal volume Merton watched him disbelieving what he was seeing. “what?” Tommy shrugged.

Merton sigh glanced down at his plate again. “I guess it was nothing.”

“What was?”

“Don’t worry about it. It clearly wasn’t an issue, just my over active imagination.”

“Merton,”

“Don’t!” Merton snapped feeling stupid.

“Fine, sorry being concerned.”

Merton glared at tommy for a moment. They then ate in silence.

When they finished Tommy cleared the table and left Merton to his work, joining Dean in the living room. He knew full well something was still wrong but he also knew he couldn’t press it with Merton this mood. Merton had been a little off since he had asked him about inviting his mom out to help with the wedding.

At five thirty Merton shut down his computer and walked into the Livingroom, informing Tommy they needed to be getting ready.

Merton buttoned his vest and brushed it straight, he felt uneasy, well more nervous and antsy. That sense of unease had made him lash out at tommy and that only made him feel worse. “What do you think?” Tommy wore a light blue button down and gray slacks, still casual but nicer than his everyday wear.

“You’re always handsome.”

“Well thanks but is it nice enough for dinner.” Merton just nodded. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Merton glanced up at Tommy from under his lashes. “I’m glade your mom is so excited about us but something about it just makes me nervous.” He dropped his gaze. “I know it’s stupid but it won’t go away.”

Tommy smiled, wrapping his arms around Merton. “It’s not stupid, you’re just careful. But you have to tell me these things are bothering you or I’m just going to stumble around making things worse for you and you know that isn’t what I’m trying to do.”

Merton smiled against Tommy’s shoulder. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, now that I know I can help.”

“How?”

“I don’t know but unless I screw this,” tommy pulled back moistening between them, “up again, I’m going to marry you.”

Merton smirked “well, you better not mess this up.”

“I Damn well better not.” Tommy pressed his forehead against Merton’s. “Now, let’s go get some diner and then bombarded with insane questions tomorrow.”

“She’s not goanna try and force us to do things at the wedding, it’s just going to be suggestions right?”

“oh no she probably is. Its goanna be a struggle.” Merton groaned dramatically as Tommy leaded him from the room.

#weekly writing #Challenge #2020 #Big Wolf on Campus #Merton J. Dingle #Tommy P. Dawkins #Tommy/Merton

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Week 5/20 – 5/26/20

Okay so Crystal and her crew have been with me so long some times they just take over everything.

In this little glimpse, Crystal and her Grandmother have a chat about her father, Kren and her Uncle. Some family secrets are so blatantly obvious we never see them.

If you would like to read this and all of 2020′s weekly writing challenge stories click HERE or continue read below for today’s tale.

Dialogue prompt: “I don’t want to look like a Princess, I want to look like a formally evil queen who has reluctantly redeemed herself to the side of good.”

“You read too much.”

“Damn right, I do”

“Come along crystal, will get you cleaned up and looking like a Princess.” Mistress Strom said walking from the room.

Crystal pushed back her chair, toed off her mud caked boots and followed after. “ I don't want to look like a Princess, I want to look like a formally evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good.”

“You read too much, my girl.” Mistress Strom pushed open the washroom door and leaned over the tub, turning on the taps.

“Damn right, right I do” Crystal chuckled peeling off her shirt. “You have met my Bill right?”

“Indeed, I have. He’s a good one, I rather like him. Wish you had brought him around more but now you’ll just have to come back and visit us even more.”

“Of course, Grandma.” Crystal chuckled.

“Oh no, no, no. not Grandma, it GrandJaja.”

“Alright, GrandJaja, what am I doing?”

“Finish undressing and hop in, your father is putting a lot of effort into this party for you two so the least you can do is be presentable, young lady.”

“Alright, alright, I told him he didn’t have to do all this, though.” Crystal shed the last of her clothing and stepped into the steaming water.

“He’s your father he wants to do this especially since you didn’t have him at the actual wedding.”

“We didn’t have anyone at the actual wedding, it was meant to be a secret. Only Nickolas came as a witness and to get things started on making Bill officially a family member. It’s unbelievable how long,”

“Wait Nickolas was at the wedding?”

“Yes, and last I heard things still weren’t finalized. He keeps saying some family members have waited centuries to be confirmed. That’s fin and dandy when you’re practically immortal bur Bill’s human.”

“He was at the wedding and never told any of us.”

“What about secret are you not understanding? I’ll give him that, he can keep things close to chest when he needs to.”

“Clearly, what exactly made you think he could?”

“He’s been sitting on a raging boner for Papi for years and no one seems to be the wiser.”

“What?”

“oh my gosh! So,” Crystal turned in the tub to face GrandJaja, “Kren has this theory on why Nickolas is such an asshole to everyone who gets close to Papi. When he told me, everything slid right in to place and I was so mad I hadn’t seen it.” GrandJaja knitted her brows but remained silent, her hands working shampoo into Crystal’s damp hair. “Okay, so it goes like this. He wants to fuck Papi.” GrandJaja went still. “He might love him but he definitely wants to fuck him.”

“Oh, God. He does doesn’t he. How did I not see it?”

“Right! Right! I mean it’s right there, how do we miss it?”

“Everything makes so much sense, his cockiness, his belligerent nonsense. He was jealous of you when you were a child that first year for goodness sake. We were all shocked when he actually began to show you affection.”

“He was Jealous of me?!”

“He would glare at you anytime you had a hold of your father which during that first year was most of the time. He would pretend you didn’t exist while he was talking with Glavlin and if you ever came up to him without Glavlin he would snap at you with such anger, no matter what you were asking for. He was furious that you existed, ecstatic to have Glavlin back in they house furious at you. Even more so when he found out where Glavlin had found you.”

“how was that my fault?”

“Truthfully I don’t know. Rinse your hair.” Crystal lifted the hose from its cradle and rinsed the suds from her hair. “But once he took to you, he took to you. He was almost worse actually he probably was worse than Glavlin. Snapping at anyone who got close to either of you.”

“That’s so weird.”

“Your uncle is weird but I suppose he’ll just have to wait it out.”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen Glavlin as happy as he is with Kren and so help Nickolas if he tries to get between them instead of just waiting for nature to take it’s course with Kren. He’s waited this long already what’s another what seventy years?”

“it’ll probably be longer than that.”

“Well he’s certainly not going to live as long as we do.”

“No, that’s true.” Crystal grabbed a loofa and began scrubbing the bottoms of her feet. “You don’t actually think he would do something like that do you?”

“if he loves Glavlin then no. he’ll let Glavlin have this happiness but that doesn’t mean he won’t be a little shit along the way.”

“Well, he couldn’t stop now. That would be suspicious.” Crystal chuckled.

“Extremely.” GrandJaja winked.

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Week 5/13 – 5/19/20

This is another quick sashay in to the SG1 realm and I have to admit I am disappointed with it and myself. I really don’t know why I struggle with these characters so much I love all of them deeply and yet I feel like I just can’t make this work.

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Dialogue prompt: “can people please stop boarding my ship without my authorization?”

Daniel watched Jack pinch the bridge of his nose as the transmission repeated itself once again. “stay seated and silent as the guards check for terrorists.” Third annual new is more than likely just someone who the Lithorians simply didn’t like. In a short amount of time they had been on this planet they had seen disastrous pattern anyone who blatantly disagreed with the Lithorians being immediately labeled as a terrorist. So now all they were trying to do was get as far from these people as possible. Teal’c sat across from Daniel watching the guards board their ship keeping mental track of where each one went. Sam sat in the copilot’s chair beside her father quiet though clearly as fed up with the situation as Jack.

Another wave of guard boarded the ship. “how many people does it take to check a single cargo ship?” Jack grumbled angrily beside Daniel.

“Apparently fifteen.” Teal’c supplied.

“That’s helpful.” Jack snapped. Teal’c raised a soft eyebrow at him. Jacob huffed watching the wandering guards from the corner of his eye. Another group of guards came through the door and Jacob stood with the heavy side turning toward them. “Well people, please, stop boarding my ship without all my authorization?” The newest batch of guards turn to look at him. “What, are you looking for that requires 20 of you on such a small ship? Maybe we can help you find it.”

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Week 4/29 – 5/05/20

Hey and I’m back to my 20 year story characters.

This time we see Crystal talking with her uncle about her work for the family.

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Dialogue prompt: “Destroying lives, one person at a time.”

Criss leaned back on the log, looking out over the ocean. Bill had taken some convincing but he was giving her some space for now. Though she could hear someone coming up behind her. “You’ve done well,” Nickolas smiled proudly down at her not that she was looking at him to see it. She humped in response, his smiled shifted into a frown. “The Family is proud of your work you should be as well, Little Bites.”

“Ah, yes. Destroying lives one person at a time. What’s not to be proud of?”

“Their lives were destroyed long before you came along.” Nickolas laced his hands together behind his back.

“That’s hardly reassuring.” Criss huffed watching the waves roll in.

“You’re simply thinking of it in the wrong light. Think of what you do as tiding the mess they have become. You are restoring order to the chaos.”

“I’m glad you find comfort in that.”

“You have a talent for it young one and it shouldn’t be wasted.”

“My talents aren’t wasted; I just don’t like going in with a lack of knowledge.”

“You were told how many would be present and their skills.”

“Not that. Though that is important, but why. I like to know why they are to be removed, not just how many.”

“You were told what needed, the family asked of you. It is your duty to for fill it.”

“I wasn’t asked, I was told and because it was the family, I dropped my work and took care of it. Don’t pretend like I had a chose. all I want is to know why, so that when one of them asks I can give an answer before silencing them.”

Nickolas watched the back of her head for several long moments. “I’ll see what I can do.” He turned and walked away.

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Week 5/06 – 5/12/20

I have some characters I have been playing with for a few years based on Egyptian Gods and I really don’t remember why I have pulled some of the avengers in to talk with them but it’s not uncommon when they come to tell me a story. So, the avengers are just mixed in there.

In this story we get to see a little more of Bassets home and a slight glimpse into their medicines.

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Dialogue prompt: “This is the fanciest storage room I’ve ever seen.”

Set had Basset over his left shoulder as he carried her and lead their guest through the palace. “why can’t you ever turn into a cat before you pass out.” Set grumbled as Basset. “Hathor, you want to grab what you need and meet us in the…”

“I’ll meet you in the lab.” Hathor tapped Bruce and Thor on their shoulder’s indicating they should fallow her.

“Right.” Set diverted the rest of the group down another hall.

Hathor pushed open the store room door and a soft golden light filled the room. “Thor on the top shelf three down on your left you’ll find a black jar with an owl it, grab it.” Hathor pointed towards the shelf she had mentioned. “Bruce, gather all the crystals on this shelf.” She patted a shelf on her right as she continued into the room. “I’ll be right back, oh use one of the baskets by the door to help you.”

Hathor returned moments latter several silks and pouches of herbs in her hands. “Did you get every-, Bruce what are you doing?” Bruce stood where she had left him, no crystals or basket in hand, just looking all around at the hundreds of gold and onyx shelves. Each one filled with a verity of stones, jewels, jars, boxes and bags. Some shelves had curtains of silk or velvet.

“This is the fanciest storage room I’ve ever seen.”

Hathor chuckled. “It is quite nice and once I have my mistress back in proper shape, I’ll give you the tour. Now grab a basket and those crystals, let’s go.”

“Right, sorry. Of course.” Bruce picked up a basket and began filling it.

“Is this the one?” Thor asked coming up beside Hathor.

“Yes, thank you. That should be plenty Bruce, if I need more, I’ll send you back for them.”

“Sure,” Bruce lifted the basket and fallowed after Hathor and Thor.

Set placed Basset onto one of the lab table and quietly began straitening her out. “Is she going to be okay?” Peter asked watching Set move Basset around.

“We’ll see,” Set responded pulling down some clothes and cleaning solutions. “my Mistress, is very powerful but she is also fragile.”

“She is an anomaly, that shouldn’t exist.” All eyes turned to Loki, “she is neither alive or dead, suspectable to both the sun and darkness.” Loki moved closer to Basset; magic swirled at his fingertips as he brushed them over her burnt face.

“You recall her circumstances well.”

“She was one of the few childhood friends I actually cared for.”

“Ah, she’ll like that.”

Loki glared at Set, “How long has she been out of her realm?”

“We’ve been traveling for some time now; you lot have left us quite a mess for us.”

“Has Hathor ever healed this extent of damage before?”

“Well, I don’t know. Last time she was out this long was after a battle and a particularly bad encounter with Horus. So, you know there were a lot of different wounds, but here” he gestured at Basset, “we won’t really know until Hathor gets a good look in there.”

“See how far the damages real go.”

“Yes, she has a bad habit of not telling us things she’s supposed to.” Set poked Basset’s temple aggressively.

“Don’t make any more work for me.” Hathor said brushing past the others.

“Ah- she can handle a few pokes to the face.” Set growls playfully.

“Shoo, shoo!” Hathor brushed Set and Loki away from Basset. “You can stay and help me and Bruce,” she pointed at Loki, “the rest of you get out of here.”

“I’ll send in some of the girls.” Set corralled the others from the room.

“Sounds good.” Hathor turned back to the work before her.

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Week 4/22 – 4/28/20

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So, when this prompt hit, I was re-watching TMNT 2012, I really like that series it just fun, and I instantly knew who I was writing about. I did have to change the word mom to dad in the prompt because the character of Casey doesn’t have a mother at least not that I could recall though I did remember him talking about his dad and little sister. I also did break my no research rule on this one a little bit I wanted to make sure I got the age of legal guardianship right. This was strange for me because I had never written any TMNT fiction before and my two favorite characters are Mickey and Donny and they aren’t who I focus on here. Donny plays a bigger role but it’s not his story. And Micky is almost demoted to Leo statues (Leo is my least favorite turtle; I very much just tolerate his existence).

This got a lot darker than I thought it would, not that I ever thought it was going to be light and cheery but still there were times when I was writing and I thought “oh shit this is uncomfortable” so please keep that in mind. I’ll list some trigger warnings below the summery. Otherwise I had fun writing this one it just poured out of me in in about a day and a half. There are some moments between the turtles that just make me smile. Does anyone ells think it’s weird that Raph has a pet turtle? That just always struck me as really weird.

Summary : When Donny accidently unveils Casey’s dark secret, he isn’t quite sure how to proceed without hurting his friend or one of his brothers. Can he find a way to help them both without causing anymore harm?

Trigger warnings: child abuse, reference to NonCon & rape, forced fellatio

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Dialogue Prompt: “hear that? It’s destiny. She’s calling.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s your mom dad yelling for you to take out the trash.”

Donnie leaned back in his computer chair and looked over his shoulder at his brothers, Raph and Mikey, reading comics with Casey. They had all come up to Casey’s place after almost an hour of whinnying from Casey about his computer. With an exasperated sigh Donnie had finally caved under the condition that Raph came with him to keep Casey out of his way while he worked. Mikey had simply invited himself along and now the three were huddled together on Casey’s bed reading. Donnie bit back the smirk as he looked at them.

They had been quiet for the last hour or so and that quiet had finally peaked Donnie’s curiosity. Raph was sitting with his back against the wall, Mikey leaning against his left shoulder munching on some chips. While Casey was settled between Raph’s legs, his back against Raph’s chest while he held up the comic book for all of them. The three of them looked so comfortable and natural together. Mikey reached out and offered a chip to Raph’s mouth his eyes never leaving the comic book. Raph’s tong snaked out, snagged the chip and retreated also never breaking concentration on the comic book. Donnie’s gaze slid down them as he tried not to laugh, until he realized just how low Raph’s hand was on Casey’s stomach, could it even still be said to be on the stomach anymore? Donnie turned back to the computer, he needed to get this fix and done. So, he didn’t have to think about what might be happening behind him.

Donnie groaned, what had Casey done to get so many viruses on his computer at once. Part of him just wanted to throw the damned thing out the window. “CASEY!” the whole room jumped at the boom that was Casey’s name. Casey shot off the bed and out the door closing it behind him as he went. The three brothers listened to their friend’s muffled voice as it spoke with quick almost desperate speed to an older male voice. They went back and forth, finally who they had to assume was Casey’s dad issued a loud and final statement, “Your friends better be gone and the trash out when I get back.” They heard the front door closes and shared a quick glance between each other.

Casey came back into the room plastering on his classic goofy grin. “We’ve got about ten minutes.”

“You okay Casey?” Raph scooched forward so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Mikey perched on his knees behind Raph with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, dad was just pissed because I hadn’t done my chores or told him you guys were coming over.” Casey waved Raph’s concern away turning to Donnie. “So, what’s it looking like Doc?”

“well…” Donnie looked back at the laptop. “I can’t have it done it ten minutes but if I take it back with me, I might be able to have it done by tomorrow night.”

“Cool, yeah. Take it.”

“Okay.” Donnie began shutting everything down and gathering the cords he would need before grabbing his bag.

“are you sure you’re okay?” Raph asked moving closer to his friend. “That sounded pretty bad.”

“Na, it’s fine. His bark is way worse than all that, you know.”

Donnie sighed, why couldn’t Casey finish a saying like a normal person.

“are you sure, you know we’ll help if you need us.”

“It’s nothing to worry about. Why are you acting so weird about stuff? I mean I know you guys haven’t had a lot of experience being at friends’ houses but sometimes your friends get yelled at. It’s not that crazy. So, chill…” they all heard the front door open. “Okay, times up. Bye guys.” Casey pushed them all toward the window and fire escape. All three brothers sent up protest at being so man handled toward the window.

“Casey,” Raph started.

“CASEY!” his father boomed from the hall.

“Hear that? It’s destiny. She’s calling me.” Casey posed dramatically.

Raph sighed he clearly wasn’t going to get a real answer out of him now. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s your dad yelling for you to take out the trash.”

Casey grinned wide and goofy. “See ya guys.”

“See ya!”

“Bye, Casey.”

“Later, man.” Raph smiled following his brothers up to the roof.

Mikey and Donnie were already across to the next roof but Raph sank low in the shadows and watched Casey gather a few wrappers off the floor before the door burst open. “Just getting the last of it now.” Casey said waving the wrappers at the furious man in his door way.

“Don’t give me that crap!” the man swung at Casey’s face but Casey managed to side step him and run down the hall.

Raph gripped the edge of the roof somehow unsure what to do. Casey appeared at the front of the building a bag of trash in hand a minute or two later, just as goofy and care free as usual. He paused for a moment after tossing the bag into the dumpster in the alley beneath Raph. Casey looked up almost directly at Raph, who sank back farther into the shadows, and shook out his hair. His right hand brushed lightly over the place Raph’s had rested against him, a smile stretched across his face before turning and heading back inside.

Raph walked into the lair to Mikey’s loud announcement, “Raph’s, back!” from the sofa. Ice-cream Kitty Meowed a greeting at him as he came to settle on a beanbag chair closest to her. “where did you go, Bro?” Mikey asked swirling whipped cream onto Ice-cream Kittie’s head.

“I felt like a walk.”

“Oh, that was weird tonight, right?”

“I don’t know,” Raph watched Mikey drop a cherry onto Ice-cream Kitty then another into his mouth. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this stuff, maybe we were luckier than we realized…”

“Where did you disappear too?” Leo cut him off coming to a stop in front of Raph, arms folded over his chest.

The odd contemplative calmness Raph had been feeling flared into rage at the smug look on Leo’s face. “I felt like a walk,” he snapped at his brother.

“So, you just walked off and didn’t tell anyone?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything Leo.”

“We need to know where you are, what if there was a mission?” Raph dropped his chin against his right shoulder, rolling his eyes at Leo. “This is important, Raph.” As Leo was reeving up into yet another, I’m the leader I’m right speech, Raph watched Mikey sigh, stand and carry Ice-cream Kitty back into the kitchen. There Mikey put away all the toppings and pulled his monster dualling card deck across the counter, settling in for a game with Ice-cream Kitty. Raph glanced back at Leo, his anger fading as he realized he just didn’t have the energy for Leo today. Standing abruptly Leo jumped back startled. “Look, you maybe our leader but you aren’t our dad, so just stop trying to be.” Raph stomped past Leo, not even sure what he said matched any of what Leo had been going on about.

Closing the door to his room, Raph stroked the sleeping Chompy’s head before dropping onto his bed. He knew it was crazy to think he could still feel Casey’s body heat on his skin but there was part of him that almost did. There was definitely a part of him that missed Casey’s weight against him. He looked down at the hand that had rested on Casey’s stomach and groaned. Flopping down onto his chest, what was wrong with him? Why hadn’t he been able to move when Casey’s father took a swing at him. Why had his hart skipped a beat when he had watched Casey’s hand brush over where his own had rested? Raph bit his pillow with a frustrated groan, something was definitely wrong with him.

Donnie was doing better with Casey’s laptop now that he was in the quiet of his own lab. No longer distracted by his friend and brothers or the knowledge that right behind him Raph was practically groping their friend. How could he do that and with Mikey right beside him. Oh man, had Mikey noticed? Probably not, if he had their probably would have been some sort of scene about it.

Donnie glanced back at the computer screen; his software was still running through everything chasing down all that virus code. Maybe if he could figure out what or where they had all come from, he could convince Casey not to do whatever he had done again. Time for a little snooping. The internet history wasn’t all that surprising bunch of websites for hockey, a few that were clearly school project related, some video sharing websites. Donnie hovered the mouse over one he couldn’t place, finally clicking on it a video window opened with the title ‘teaching a punk to shut up’ under it. With a heavy sense of trepidation Donnie clicked play.

The camera was looking down on a mop of messy black hair as a hand forced the owner up and down a cock. Donnie sighed of course Casey had something like this saved to his computer. “where’s that back talk, now” the voice behind the camera laughed, Donnie froze on his way to close the window, he recognized that voice, he had heard it less than an hour ago. The hand in the hair forced the head back just enough to see the face. Casey glared up at the camera through a swollen left eye and bloody nose. Casey’s father laughed down at him from behind the camera as he pumped his dick in and out of Casey’s swollen, stretched and cracked lips.

Donnie watched in complete horror and fascination; he had never seen Casey so docile despite the fury that burned in those eyes. Casey’s father tightened his grip, pulling Casey tighter against his hips and groaned heavily as he came in Casey’s throat. Finally, releasing his grip, Casey fell back coughing and spitting out all he could. “At least you’re not completely useless, get lost, you little shit.” He kicked Casey’s hip until Casey scrambled away from him. The video ended and links to similar content popped up over the blurred frozen image of Casey’s retreating form.

Donnie’s eyes were locked on the screen. How could this be happening? Why hadn’t they done anything today when they heard Casey getting yelled at? That’s stupid, they didn’t know about this then. How did they not know about this? Why hadn’t Casey told them? They would have helped him, he has to know that, right? He has too. Donnie closed the window, to keep snooping. There had to be some sort of explanation as to what was going on somewhere in here. There had to be.

Digging through more history he came across a slew of websites on the age limitations of a legal guardian and how to apply for guardianship. Fallowed closely by what was needed for proof of child endangerment and abuse. Donnie swore under his breath, if he was putting this together right Casey was trying to figure out how to become his sister’s guardian but was at least two years away from that happening and that video had been at least a year old already. There had to be something he could do. Opening his own laptop Donnie began researching and digging for more information, switching between the two computers as needed. A pen twirling between his fingers as he reads, pausing to take quick notes from time to time.

Donnie vaguely registered when Mikey called out that Raph was back, too engrossed in his new mission. The sound of Leo starting in on Raph played like familiar music in the background.

Donnie leaned in to the computer screen, he had found what looked like a digital journal, he took notes of some particularly bad beatings and what appeared be the first sexual attack. He felt sick reading it all in detail but was oddly proud of Casey for keeping such meticulous notes, these would certainly be a great help in the case against his father. Apparently, the sexual stuff started a little over a year ago so only just before that video, not that, that was somehow better but at least it didn’t go back farther than that.

Donnie tilted his head at the first mention of himself and his brothers, it was several months after they had met. ‘I dodged him, completely dodged him and managed to get us both out the fire escape and across a few roofs before collapsing in a heap behind some pigeon house. She slept through most of it, a rough landing woke her up but she’s still so little that a quick song had her back to sleep. Hanging around with the guys has definitely made me faster. I’ll have to get Raph to show me some more cool moves. Maybe I can get him to teach me that neck pinch thing.’

Donnie smiled, happy that they had been able to help at least a little bit already. he would have to make a point to show Casey a few more evasive moves. Raph started coming up more and more as Donnie read, though he supposed that wasn’t all that strange they were best friends. Though the focus slowly changed from learning new moves or who / what they found on patrol to what Raph did or how he looked silhouetted against the city. How close Raph would settle next to Casey on colder nights and how much Casey looked forward to those nights in particular.

Donnie stood; he needs to talk to Raph. He was surprised to find the lair so dark as he walked through it but a quick glance at his T-phone cleared that mystery right up. But if it was so late why had no one pestered him to go to bed yet? Maybe someone was still up, he peaked into Mikey’s room. Mikey was out cold, Leo was the same in his room, that only left Raph which might be ideal considering what he had to talk to him about. After no response to the light knock, Donnie eased the door open. “Raph?” Raph was deep asleep, his jaw slack, a trail of drool dribbling onto his pillow. Donnie smirked, reaching in and flicked off the over headlight. He could talk to him tomorrow, he should probably have everything as mapped out as possible for him anyway, might make the news a bit easier to take then just having Donnie saying it to him. Yes, if he had something concrete to show Raph, he might not be so quick to hit him, might. Donnie returned to his lab and started on some simple flow charts.

Raph walked into the kitchen to find Mikey dancing with Ice-cream Kitty as he made breakfast to some of his latest music obsession, Raph was pretty sure he had called it nightcore, booming through the room. “Moring,” he smiled at Raph still dancing, “Breakfast’s almost ready.”

“Where’s Leo?”

“Shower.”

“Donnie?”

“Not in his room.” Mikey danced over to the coffee pot and poured a mug.

“Did he sleep in the lab again?”

“Probably.” Mikey handed Raph the mug.

Raph took the mug and headed for Donni, why didn’t Leo ever ride Donnie about getting some sleep? Why was it his job to make sure Donnie didn’t kill himself with work. Donnie’s head was on the desk top between his and Casey’s laptops. Casey’s was blinking some message at the sleeping turtle. Raph shook his head and shouted Donnie’s name. no response. Coming closer he poked the sleeping turtle’s head, shook him, shouted in his ear, waved coffee sent in his face but the best he got was a grumbling turn of the head. Raph’s left eye twitched. Finally, he kicked Donnie’s chair out from under him, but instead of the dramatic flailing he was hoping for Donnie simply sank to the floor and curled up under his desk. “Fine.” Raph grumbled placing the mug of coffee next to Donnie’s head, the smell would get to him eventually, and walked back out to the kitchen.

“Where’s Donnie?” Leo asked between bites of pancakes.

“Sleeping, why didn’t you make him go to sleep?”

“I thought I wasn’t everyone’s dad.” Leo narrowed his eyes, triumphant.

“that’s never stopped you before.” Raph dropped into his chair.

“Ooohh- snap! Shots fired Kitty.” Mikey laughed feeding Ice-cream Kitty a bite of pancake. Leo frowned and Raph smirked. They all knew Mikey loved them unconditionally but even Mikey was getting fed up with Leo’s attitude recently., that was why he had tagged along last night. He didn’t want to be left alone with Leo when he was like this and they all knew it. Leo, thankfully had enough sense today to keep his mouth shut. Raph and Mikey shared a quick glance and shrug when Leo opted to just eat in silence, before picking up their own forks again.

Donnie crawled out of the lab four hours later, a mug of very cold coffee in his hand. Mikey spotted him first. “It Lives!” Raph took the distraction to kill Mikey in the game they were playing, while Leo looked up from his magazine.

“Where you off to Doctor Doninstine?” Raph chuckled fending off Mikey’s whinnying slaps.

“Coffee.” Donnie grumbled.

“Looks like you have some in your hand.” Leo said putting down his magazine to watch his usually smarter brother try to navigate the lair.

“coffee.” Donnie just grumbled in response again.

“Sorry Don, but the kitchen is closed.” Raph folded his arms over his chest, smirking Down at Mikey, who he had pinned down with a foot on his chest.

Donnie finally turned to look at them with his morning dead eyes. “Coffee.” He growled.

“No.” Raph growled right back. Mikey and Leo shot each other a quick glance.

Donnie bolted for the kitchen. Raph on his heels, Leo and Mikey right behind him. Mikey latched his nun chucks around an overhead pipe, swinging over Raph and Leo to land on Donnie, tackling him to the ground. Raph and Leo dog piling right on top of them as Donnie let out an inhuman screech.

“it’s for your own good.”

“you won’t sleep tonight, Bro.”

“you should have just gotten up earlier.”

Donnie let out another horrifying shriek, the three brothers struggled to restrain him as he flailed about.

“Caffein deprived Donnie is scary!”

“Where does this strength come from?”

“Where is it when we need it?”

“Mikey, wrap him up.”

“I can’t, I can’t reach my chucks without getting off him.” Mikey reached for the chuck he had dropped when landing on Donnie and was almost thrown by his flailing brother.

“Wait, look.” They turned to Raph who was struggling with Donnie’s legs. “look at him.” They all looked down at Donnie and saw that his berserker state was quickly fading beneath their combined weight. So instead the all just tightened their grip and hunkered down to wait him out. Once he was calm, they dragged him into the Dojo and locked him in for a four-hour training session.

With training finished Leo grabbed Mikey and dragged him up to the surface with him for patrol. Donnie pulled some left overs out of the fridge to finally eat something. He had been uncharacteristically quiet all through training. Everything he had learned through the night and his lack of caffeine, not a good mix, the better part of his mind told him it was best to just say nothing at all, so that’s what he did.

Raph watched Donnie, petting Chompy while he mechanically eats the cold leftover lo main. Raph leaned against the counter sipping on some water after filling a glass. “What were you working on so late?”

Donnie went still remembering he wanted to talk to Raph, he looked up at his brother slowly. “I … I found some stuff on Casey’s computer.”

“Some new crazy techno virus?” Raph chuckled at Donnie’s need to tackle every program thing he came across.

Donnie dropped his eyes to the table, he wished. “No,” it came out as more of a broken whisper then he hoped it would have.

Raph knitted his brows together. “What?” Donnie kept his eyes on the table, he wanted to talk to Raph, needed to. And now he was presented with a prime opportunity to and he had no idea what to say. “Donnie?”

Donnie looked up at Raph’s concerned face. “I’m worried about him, but I don’t know if there is anything we can really do.”

“About what?”

“I … I..”

“About what, Donnie?”

“Maybe I should just show you.” Donnie stood and walked them into the lab. He moved his laptop off a large paper flow chart. “It’s not finished but it’s not a pretty picture.”

Raph ran his eyes over the mapped-out maze of words, taking note of a few key words as he did. ‘start of abuse,’ ‘loss of mother.’ ‘legal age’ ‘sister’ ‘start of sexual abuse’.

“What does this…” Raph’s finger hovered over ‘start of sexual abuse’ unable to finish the question, he felt oddly heavy and cold.

“That’s the first thing I found but it might be worse than I originally thought…” Raph just looked up at him. “I found another video.” Donnie opened a link on his computer, this one had a preview image. Casey’s face was swollen, though not as much as in the first video, he was on his knees in front of a door looking as protective and defiant as he could while clearly so defeated. Come was splattered over his face, his nose bleeding and a bruise forming around his right eye. “I’m not going to play it again.” Donnie told Raph who just nodded, his eyes locked on Casey’s face. Donnie watched his brother closely; he couldn’t think of a time when he had seen Raph take bad news so well.

“Why wouldn’t he tell us?” Raph finally asked.

“I think there are a few reasons for that. The main one being that everything that I’ve been able to piece together right now is Casey is trying to become his sister’s guardian but he isn’t old enough yet. So, until he is, nothing, can happen to his father.”

“What?!”

“If something happens to Casey’s father, both of them will be put into child services where they will most likely be separated.” Donnie put his hand on Raph’s wrist to try and calm his growing rage. “If they are separated, there is a very good chance he will lose her to the system, forever. But if he waits it out a bit longer, he can be her guardian.” Donnie tightened his hold on Raph but was surprised to see him settle again.

“He could lose her?”

“yes.”

“I don’t want him to lose her.” Raph felt numb and crushed by the idea of losing a sibling. His brothers were everything to him and he was sure Casey felt the same about his sister. He could understand wanting to be hurt over losing them.

Donnie stroked a comforting thumb over Raph’s wrist. “There is something ells you should know.” He took a quick breath. “Casey, is falling for you,” Raph’s chest tightened. “but maybe you already knew that.”

“What?” Raph looked up at Donnie with desperate confusion.

“the way you two were sitting against each other last night…” Donnie trailed off as a deep blush spread across Raph’s face. “Oh,”

Raph tried to ignore the heat on his face and the strange look Donnie was giving him. “why,” His voice was strangled, “Why do you think that he’s …. Um … you know, for me?”

Donnie turned to the computer in order to hide his smile, he still had a hold on Raph’s wrist and his brother’s hart rate was intense. “he’s been, well I think they were originally notes about what was happening but they turned into more of a journal and you come up, a lot. I mean you’re his friend so that in and of itself isn’t all that unusual. But the way he talks about you has changed. You’re not just a friend anymore. You’re more important than that.” Donnie looked back at Raph. “Are you okay?”

Raph looked and felt like he had been hit by the metaphorical bus, frozen, staring blankly ahead. What the hell was his life right now? Had he gotten seriously injured in the last fight and this was one of those weird final brain flash things Donnie had told them about? No, he could feel Donnie’s hand on his wrist. Okay, so this was a thing that was happening. Why couldn’t he think? “Raph?” Donnie stepped closer to him. He should say something, he should respond. “Raph? Are you okay? Take a breath.”

Donnie snagged his rolling chair with his foot and brought it around behind Raph, slowly lowering his brother down on to it. He hadn’t been anywhere near prepared for this reaction. He continued giving soft calming commands for Raph to breathe until, Raph spoke. “it’s a lot.”

Oh, thank goodness, “yeah, it is.” Donnie stood next to Raph watching him process until his hart rate had slowed to a more normal pace. Then he slowly stepped away and pretended to work on something, just to give Raph the space he knew he needed.

About twenty minutes later Raph stood abruptly and started for the door. “where are you going?” Donnie asked watching him.

“I need a walk.”

“Raph,” Raph paused in the door. “Don’t say anything to Casey, he doesn’t know we know.” Raph gave a curt nod and disappeared through the door.

Raph wandered through the sewers, his feet moving seemingly as aimless as his thoughts. Except for the fact that all his thoughts were about Casey. From how his laugh always rang in Raph’s head to the pain he must feel every time he was at home. To what might happen if he tried to keep Casey safe in the lair to how much that stupid catch phrase of his made Raph chuckle. Looking up he wasn’t surprised to find himself almost at Casey’s. Settling into one of the cross tunnels, he wasn’t in the mood for the surface right now and he still needed to get his head right. He let his thoughts over take him again.

Raph came back to the sound of a manhole cover sliding closed above him. Sinking back farther into the shadows, he waited to see who was climbing down the latter. Casey walked past his tunnel and before he had thought about it Raph heard himself calling out to him. “Hey,” Casey jumped, turning around he found Raph already standing behind him.

Raph frowned, Casey was sporting a fresh shiner on his left eye. Raph reached out cradling Casey’s face between his hands. “he hit you after we left.”

Casey froze, he didn’t know how to take Raph’s soft voice, sad eyes, gentle movements or that he knew exactly what had happened. “Wha…”

“I’m,” Raph leaned in, “sorry.” He pressed his lips to Casey’s, soft but persistent.

Raph’s lips met his and Casey’s mind screeched to a holt, his eyes locked on the turtle. The soft reassuring warmth of Raph, the warmth from his hands against Casey’s face. Casey felt something brake in his chest, tears began to stream down his face. His fingers fumbled against Raph’s chest, catching on the edge of his plastron.

Raph rested his forehead against Casey’s wrapping his arms around his crying friend. Casey’s tears were quiet but violent, he shook with the force of them. Raph held him tight, hopeful that the warmth of his arms and his presence was enough to reassure his friend. They stayed that way, standing int the sewer, clutching to each other for a long time.

Casey’s legs gave out under him, emotional exhaustion over taking him. Raph scooped him up and cradled him against his chest. Seeing Casey finally lose to sleep, Raph started toward the lair.

Donnie had been nervously watching the entrance since Leo and Mikey’s return. They hadn’t run into Raph on their way back nor had they seen Casey tonight. They pestered him for why he wanted to know but of them all he could be the most stubborn when he put his mind to it and after twenty minutes of him not being willing to give them anything, they had left him to his own brooding. He stood a Raph slid through the turnstiles caring Casey against his chest, taking a few quick steps toward them to help. “where did you, what happened?!” Leo stood from his beanbag chair.

Raph shook his head at Donnie who nodded and rushed past them to open Raph’s bed room door. Raph ignored Leo, moving past Donnie. “if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Don.” Raph appreciated how low Donnie had kept his voice and matched it.

Donnie nodded and closed the door behind them. Turning he found his two brothers staring at him eagerly awaiting some sort of explanation. “It’s okay” he tried to sound reassuring with out going into anything.

“What happened?”

“It’s okay, they just need some time.” Donnie smiled at them, actually believing it might be true.

The end.

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