Warning: contains turtlecest

Leonardo X Donatello

Kisses of Disapproval

(oneshot)

Mikey had fallen asleep watching cartoons, Raph had slunk off to bed, Splinter had retreated to his room for the night… but a certain olive green family member was still awake; Leonardo could tell by the faint humming of a computer and the faint typing of a keyboard. Slowly, he allowed a crimson smile to spread onto his lips. It was not all that often they were allowed moments like these and so Leonardo did his best not to waste them.

He sneaked towards the lab, absorbing himself into its shadows. There was a short-lived creak as he opened the door. He left it only a fraction open. His prey did not notice, only continued muttering words under his breath as he typed codes into his computer. Leonardo stared at the way the screen illuminated his olive green skin, the way his focussed dark brown eyes absorbed the information in front of him. He watched the small meaningful movements, he watched the long nimble fingers move. Memories of what those fingers could do flashed into Leonardo's mind. His smile grew and he crept up behind his prey, being careful of the screen which would capture his reflection and announce to Donatello his presence – so far, he had only made that mistake once. Closer and closer… and then, he was within arm's reach of Donatello. He had to act fast, make sure not to give Donatello time to react, or else his objection would fail. Admittedly, he had made that mistake twice; being that tiny bit too slow, not quite fast enough. Never again, though.

His hands snatched the back of Donatello's computer chair and a small yelp left the olive green turtle. Quickly, Leonardo snatched his two arms and pulled them behind the chair (just in case). Then, a fraction of a second slower to allow Donatello's brain to adjust to the situation, Leonardo lowered his lips and pressed them against his prey's - his lover's – neck. The scent tantalized him; coffee, rust, burning, sweat, metal. Him.

Slowly, the purple clad genius' muscles relaxed.

"You gave me a heart attack, Leo." Donnie said, his voice soft and quiet, his head turning so that his lips were closer to Leonardo's.

"That was the point." Leo said.

He placed a kiss on Donatello's lips and one of his hands released Donnie's arm to travel to the top of his lover's plastron. Donatello's newly released arm slithered upwards, around the back of Leonardo's neck, pulling him closer. Leonardo could feel Donatello tug on his other non-freed arm and complied, letting it go. Leonardo then used this hand to wrap around Donatello's lower plastron. He let his fingers rub soothing circles into the smooth yellow plastron. Donatello pulled a fraction away from the kiss.

"You could always just knock." He said.

Leonardo chuckled.

"But there's no fun in that." Leonardo said, using as much of a whining voice as he could muster.

Donatello chuckled, too, and the sound sent trembles throughout Leonardo's body. Instinctively, he lowered his mouth back over Donatello's. The laughter caused a slight vibration, one he could not quite describe. He continued to rub the circles into his lover's plastron and Donatello continued to pull him down, closer. Leonardo slowly pulled the chair around, so that Donatello faced him, and pulled back. He stared into those dark orbs, those beautiful eyes. Donatello let his arms loosely hang over Leonardo's shoulders and leaned forward- but then he stopped. Suddenly, the mood changed. Donatello's eyes dampened. Leonardo felt a tug at his heartstrings, knowing what the sudden change was about; Splinter, and his proclamation the week before.

"Donnie, come on, it's going to be fine." Leonardo whispered, cupping his lover's cheek.

Donnie shook his head, "No-no, I'm… I'm okay. Sorry, I just- I just…"

"No, no, don't apologise." Leo said, "You don't need to apologise. You're scared. You're upset. You don't need to apologise about that."

"Splinter… H-He said that-that if we- if we keep… keep doing this, h-he'll ki-kick us… us out." Donatello's voice cracked. He shook his head, "I don't- I don't want to-to go. I want t-to stay here, with everybody. I don't wan-want to lose any of this, Leo."

"You won't haft to, Donnie. If-If things do come down to that, I'll-I'll go, okay? I'll tell him it's my fault. I'll convince him. You don't haft to lose anybody, Donnie." Leo said.

"But then I'd lose you." Donatello said and, not able to help it, sobbed. He could feel the fear - the reality - of everything crashing down on him, suffocating him. He could not handle it. He could not do it. He shook his head and looked to Leonardo. Strong, strong Leonardo, who sat in front of him, calm, collected and not in the least bit afraid. How could he do that? They were risking everything they had ever had, just for a few blissful kisses, for a few beautiful moments like these. If they were caught, they would lose everything. Everything they had would be ripped out of their hands by none other than their own father. Donatello could not handle the mere thought of it.

"You will never lose me, Donatello." Leonard said, his voice full of confidence. Donnie shook his head.

"How do you do it?" Donnie whispered, "How… How can you be so strong an-and so-so confident that-that ever-rything is go-going to wor-work out?"

"Splinter grew up as a human, Donnie." Leo stated quietly, "He grew up learning human ways. He taught us those ways… but we're not human. We were never human. We have always been turtles, Donnie. Someday, Splinter is going to realise that. He will realise that we… for us, this is not wrong. For us, this is natural. Turtles, us turtles, we don't have the same… we don't have the whole 'incest is wrong' thing. All we ever had was the need to survive and reproduce. Everything else we have right now, these thoughts, they are all a cause of the mutation and a cause of Splinter's teachings. We can't- we can't deny what we are, Donnie, or where we come from. It is natural, so, so natural, for us to turn to each other, Donnie. That's our way as turtles."

"Except, if we were still un-mutated turtles, one of us would have turned female by now, to continue on our species' legacy." Donatello said quietly, attempting humour. Leonardo smiled softly, happy to have been able to lift Donatello's mood, however slight.

"You should keep tags on the both of us, then. Just to make sure, you know, that you have not turned into a girl or whatever." Leonardo teased. He leant forward and whispered into Donatello's ear slit, "I hear pregnancy really hurts."

Donatello rolled his eyes and smiled softly, "And why is it that I would be the girl?"

Leonardo pressed his forehead against his lover's, a chesire cat smile on his face, "Because, when the time comes, you will be bottoming."

Donatello could not help it – he laughed. Leonardo joined in, not able to resist the light, bubbly feeling, either. Their foreheads stayed pressed, each both smiling.

"I love you." Donatello whispered, his love clear in his voice.

"I love you." Leonardo whispered, closing his eyes taking in another whiff of Donatello's scent; coffee, rust, burning, sweat, metal. Him.

Neither of them noticed the humanoid rat that had been standing at the slightly ajar door. After the exchange of 'I love you's, in less than a blink of an eye, the figure was gone.

A/N: I might continue this one day, if people request for me to do so. Please review and tell me what you think of my first attempt of Leo X Donnie. :) ?