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The room reeked of blood.
Donnie's fingers twitched, but that was all he could manage. His body was a patchwork of wounds, pain blending together until he couldn't tell where it hurt anymore. It wasn’t just pain—it was heat, like his whole body was on fire. Especially his neck. It felt like a blowtorch had been pressed against it.
His vision blurred as he fought to stay conscious. Out of the corner of his eye, something moved.

"Didn't mean to..."
Raph's voice, usually loud and grating, was barely above a whisper now, drowned out by the constant ringing in Donnie's ears. His cloudy eyes stared into nothingness, his face pale like he was the one on the brink of death. Donnie was the one covered in wounds, yet Raph looked just as broken—if not worse.

Donnie tried to speak, but a dry cough cut him off. Raph’s hand hesitated as it touched him, the light pressure enough to make Donnie wince in pain. When Donnie glanced down, his body was drenched in more blood than he’d expected. There were traces of rough sex left behind. The sheets beneath him were thoroughly soaked, probably ruining the mattress too. Replacing the bed was the least of his concerns now.

His ragged breathing filled the silence until someone brought a glass of water to his lips.
“Can’t you give me a drink straight from Raphael’s mouth?”
Donnie’s hoarse joke hung in the air, unanswered. Raph stayed quiet. With no response, Donnie opened his mouth obediently. The cool mouth of the bottle pressed against his lips, and water trickled in, easing the fire in his throat. A few drops slid past his lips, trailing down his neck, leaving a faint chill in their wake.
“So,” Donnie murmured, his voice low but sharp, “don’t you have anything to say?”

Donnie’s voice regained some strength as the water soothed his parched throat. Meanwhile, Raph’s quiet apology barely registered, softer than a whisper.
Since Donnie had woken up, Raph hadn’t met his eyes even once. His own were swollen and rimmed with shadows, likely from crying or rubbing them too much. Donnie wasn’t sure how long he’d been unconscious, but the blood still clinging to his body hadn’t dried yet—it couldn’t have been that long.
Looking at Raph’s frail figure, Donnie sighed. The sound made Raph flinch, his shoulders jerking like a startled child.

“Help me take a shower,” Donnie muttered.
Donnie spoke, and Raph silently extended his right hand without meeting his eyes. As Donnie shifted his aching leg over the edge of the bed, his hand brushed against something hard. It wasn’t a stick or any random object—it felt like cold metal.
His mind pieced together fragments of memory. The room was littered with scattered protector evidence of the chaos that must have unfolded earlier. One of the sai lay by the bed, its matching pair near the doorway.

Donnie gripped his weapon tightly. Raph, not watching Donnie, didn't notice his move.
With a quick swing, Donnie’s arm cut through the air. Raph, caught off guard, stumbled back and fell. Donnie pounced on him, forcing the sai into the ground beside Raph’s head.
His hand still tingled from the sensation of the sheet against it.
Raph's eyes went wide, locking with Donnie’s at last.
“I might not be as strong as you, Raph... but you really thought strength alone would win this?”
Donnie slid his fingers over Raph's eyes with his free hand. Raph’s eyes were swollen, hot, and slightly damp. Donnie gently caressed them, noticing the signs of tears.
"Sensei taught us to spot our opponent’s weak points, right? Forgot about that?"
His hand moved from Raph’s eyes to his nose, then to his neck. When Donnie touched Raph’s throat, still swollen like a man’s, he could feel the slight bulge from his swallowed saliva.
"Don't underestimate me like that."

In the quiet room, only Donnie’s irregular breathing echoed. The sharp scent of sweat from Raph had nearly overwhelmed him moments before. Even now, its lingering traces filled the air. The scent of sweat faintly carried the pheromones of mating season. Raph's ferocity was also because of that.
Even if he could understand, whether Donnie would forgive Raph or not was another matter. Because what hurts, hurts.
But going back to this battered body and messy bed was definitely going to give him nightmares.

"Aw...”
Donnie winced with even the slightest movement, a cramp shooting through his lower back, making him shrink back. Sitting halfway on the bed from the sudden shift, Donnie toppled off the side. If Raph hadn't reached out, Donnie would’ve hit the ground.
But Raph's grip didn’t loosen even once Donnie was back on the bed. With his other arm, he hooked Donnie’s knee and lifted him effortlessly. Donnie’s body floated up.
His discolored right ankle clearly showed the shape of Raph's fingers.
"I'll help."
Raph’s voice was more solid now, steady and firm. The vibrations of Raph’s walk echoed through Donnie’s waist, and he couldn’t help but dig his nails into Raph's shoulder.
But Raph didn’t flinch, carrying him with even more care than before.
"I like it when you're like this."
Even though Donnie praised him, Raph’s face stayed downcast.

This sensitive side of Raph was one of the reasons Donnie loved him.
The neck that throbbed with pain couldn’t be hidden. Tomorrow, a storm of chaos would surely hit their house. Donnie hoped for no more injuries, but deep down, he knew that wasn’t likely.
Once again, sleep overcame him in the comfort of Raph’s arms. It seemed his stamina had finally hit its limit.

"I’ll let it slide this time ... but no more chances."
Raph said a small yes to the words he had barely managed to form.
Donnie decided that he would work Raph so hard that he would be amazed.
If he did that, Raph's gloomy expression and feelings of regret would surely fade away and be replaced by feelings of amazement towards Donnie. Raph, who is usually a little rude but kind, would say something sarcastic and shrug his shoulders.

Donnie's body still hurt.
But Donnie's wish is for Raph to return to his usual self.