A/N: This the first time I've ever put something slash related up. Noted I don't own any of the Turtles or any related characters. They belong to their respective owners. :) Enjoy!
Incest.
It was something I had read about once in one of Don's books. Why he had books about that particular subject, I'll never know. I don't think I'd want to know. I didn't like the sound of the word. It had the same effect on me the way the word 'insect' did. Made my skin crawl; gave me shivers along my spine…
It made me feel…wrong.
But, was it so wrong, really? I ain't sure exactly when I saw my purple lovin' brother in that way. I ain't sure if I ever had saw him in a light other than that. Where did that term come from, anyways? ..I don't know.
When I asked him about it, he had given me a funny look. Like I had suddenly become an odd outcome of one'a his experiments. He had tilted his head marginally to the side and rose an eyeridge.
"Why do you want to know about that?" he had asked. Ah, Donny-boy, your curiosity always did stir somethin' in me. I had given a shrug, trying to seem non-chalant.
"Iunno. Saw it mentioned on Discovery."
"You watch Discovery?" Eyes widen in shock. Such a pretty chocolate-hazel.
"Yeah, so?"
It was at times like this that I hated him. I'm more than just muscle. You just never see it. But damn if I don't wanna push ya against the wall n' take ya, Donny-boy.
"No, you just shocked me. I though that I only watched that channel.."
"Well y'don't."
You're not the only one who likes to learn.
He gave a soft chuckle. Such a nice sound… Relaxing.
"Glad to hear it." He had paused and put down his China Marker; working on schematics, no doubt. Wonder how he'd like to discover mine? Shell, did I just think that? Damn, that's corny.
I hear him ask something, but it's soft. Like he's behind some sort of sound-resistant barrier. Damn, his skin's such an intoxicating colour. Sure, it's green, but it's a green that suits him. A sophisticated green; a smart green. I jus' wanna touch him. Feel him under my had; my body. I wanna taste his sweat.
"Raph? You okay? I asked what you wanted to know about it?"
Huh? Oh yeah, uh…
"Just…Iunno." Another shrug. "Why is it there? Like…what causes it?"
He seems baffled by my question. As if a toddler walked up and asked him 'What's the meaning of time and space itself?'
"I'm not fully sure. It could be hormones, the needing to mate, the camaraderie between siblings blossoming into the emotion of love; which in, itself really, is a questionable emotion."
Don't you fuckin' dare call what I feel for you 'questionable'! There's nothing 'questionable' about it!
He must have caught my glare 'cause he started to look a bit unsure of himself.
"It's questionable because there's no scientific--- Raph? Wh-What are you doing?"
I see him pressed against the wall, confused and frantic.
"Raphael, let go of me!"
Aw, so adorable when he tries to be assertive. He's struggling, trying to get free. Why? I ain't gonna hurt him or nothin'! I'd never hurt my Donny-boy.
I feel his mouth hard against mine. Or is that mine against his?
God, it's so warm….
I've pulled away after tasting his tongue.
"Don't ever call my feelings for you 'questionable', Don." Is that really my voice? I sound so husky, so..so raw and low. Almost like a growl. Do turtles growl?
I let go of him and walk out of his lab, hearing his shell slide down along the stone wall and flesh landing on the cold floor.
fin