A bit of explanation for this story...
It started as a "prompt" oneshot- where someone gives me a single word, and I have to write a oneshot that involves or is based around the idea of the word. I was given "Fetish", and this story was born.
It was quite popular on my DeviantArt page, and my good friend Turtlecest101 suggested a sequel for it. So you can thank her for this becoming a short, chaptered story!
So... Warning: This story will contain mild turtlecest.
Enjoy!


Fetish

Leo knew he shouldn't've had the fourth shot of whiskey, but damn, it was cold in the lair, and Donnie had all but promised he couldn't get the heater working at least until morning. Mikey had taken Splinter to April's for the night, as the old rat had a lot more trouble with the temperature than they did.

Still, Leo hated the cold. He loathed winter and snow and the freezing air with an unholy passion.

The last shot trickled down his throat, the warmth curling in his stomach pleasurably. He reached out, somewhat shakily, to stop Raphael from pouring another.

"No more," Leo said, shaking his head, then gripping the kitchen table when his vision blurred. "M'done. Shoulda been done before this started."

"Makes no sense," Raphael said lazily.

"Shouldn't have any," Leo mumbled, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head on them. "Feels good, though."

"Damn straight," Raphael agreed heartily, filling the shot glass outside Leo's range of movement and knocking it back before slamming it back to the table. "Yer gonna want 'nother. Betcha."

"No," Leo moaned. "Gonna regret it in the morning."

"So what?" Raphael asked crabbily, poking his arm insistently. "Ya never have no fun. Y'ain't no fun," he added gloomily.

"Am too," Leo said defensively, raising his head to glare at him.

"Yeah? What's the las' thing ya did for fun?"

Leo chuckled, slumping forward on the table completely as he shook his hand in the air in a jerk-off motion, and Raphael roared with laughter. Some part of him knew he should be offended at that sound, at Raphael's reaction, but at the moment he couldn't work up the motivation.

"High 'n mighty Leader does that?" Raphael teased. "Figured ya were one a'them.. Uhh... Them people that don't do that."

Leo snorted derisively, ruffling one of his bandana ties that had flopped over his face. "You kidding? S'all that relaxes me sometimes."

"I hear ya." Raphael nudged the shot glass at Leo, who blearily shook his head. "So whaddya think 'bout?"

"Huh?"

"While yer..." Raphael mimicked his earlier motion, and Leo sniggered, burying his face in his arms.

"I dunno. Lots of stuff."

"Like?"

"Raph," Leo nearly whined. "S'embarrassing."

Raphael grinned, resting heavily on the table as well. "I'll tell you one of mine if ya tell me one of yers."

Oh, a challenge. Leo liked that. "Hair."

"Wha'?"

"Long hair," Leo repeated, balling his hands into fists. "Looks so pretty. Soft. Wanna tangle my fingers in it. April's hair's too short. Wish she'd grow it out."

"Mm." Raphael nodded, as if considering. He grinned as he watched Leo tentatively grasp the shot glass, eying it hungrily.

"Your turn."

"Wet." When Leo gave him a confused glance, Raphael cleared his throat. "Y'know, wet skin, how it looks all wet and glowy like that. I like it."

"Huh. Never thought of that." Leo was cold again already, and he sighed as he raised the glass and greedily drank from it. It almost tasted good by now. "Clothes. I like clothes, any of 'em. Just like how they look."

"Yeah? Like skirts 'n stuff?"

"All of 'em," Leo repeated groggily. "Really like gloves. And hats. And jackets."

"Yeah I noticed that," Raphael giggled, prodding him again. "Get all wide-eyed at commercials an' shit on TV."

Leo shrugged, sliding the shot glass back toward Raphael. "Like wearing clothes too, feels nice. Warm."

Raphael fell silent, moodily staring at the glass in his hand for a few moments before speaking. "Ya get off to April anymore?"

Leo shook his head, hiding a yawn. "Not after she met Casey... No, don't feel right, y'know?"

"Yeah, same." Raphael flicked the glass, watching it roll in a semi-circle.

Leo tilted his head, peering closely at him. "Who you get off to, then?"

"You."

They both froze. Not even the alcohol induced haze could hide their astonishment as Raphael guiltily stared back at Leo.

"I- I meant- I mean somethin' else," Raphael finished lamely.

Leo just stared.

"M'gonna go," Raphael mumbled, grasping at the table edges to push himself to his feet, but Leo's hand shot out, locking onto his shoulder to keep him into place. Raphael watched in surprise as a slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips.

"Thought I was s'only one."


[Author's Note]
I was soooo excited to finally be able to write a drunk Leo! I don't enjoy writing or reading where the Turtles drink- I just don't think alcohol would fit into their lifestyle. However, I justified my story here with the fact that they were holed up for the night, and it was freezing.