Fuck my ass
Donatello breathed heavily, his closed fists shaking and his voice almost cracking with every word he spoke – well, screamed. "I won't take it anymore; you can't just walk in here and think that I'll drop everything, give up every important thing in my life just for you, oh, the great Raphael! It's always like this; you stomp in here like some giant, thinking that you own the world and that everyone in it will obey you! I won't let you go on like this, expecting that I'll just bend over and keep quite while you fuck my ass. No, Raph, I won't take it, so get out of my lab and don't come back!" Donatello sent the red bandana-wearing turtle a death-glare, still shaking with anger. Raph blinked a couple of times, then just shook his head and headed towards the big metal door. "Chill, Donnie, I just asked if ya could help me with the broken TV-remote..."
Hot
God, he's so... Donatello kept dead silent, discretely peeking down in the bathroom from his hidingplace in the ventilation. The hotheaded turtle let the warm water pour down on his sore body, roughly cleaning of dried blood and then clenching his teeth for a moment when the water reached his wounds. ...hot. Donatello leaned forward just a bit to get a better look at that muscled, hot, seducing body that he knew was so capable of turning him insane. Big mistake. Raphael suddenly looked up, spotting Donatello in that shameful, dirty situation. God, he felt like a failure; he couldn't even spy on his brother without getting caught.
"So, are ya gonna come down, or should I take ya down by force?" Raph smiled a smug smile, gently licking his lips. Donatello blushed and swallowed. Yep, seducing. And hot.
Ya'r a terrible liar
"Mikey, that doesn't even make sense. We're all half turtles, half humans. We're the same. It's not..., like that." Donatello awkwardly mumbled something and then looked away from his younger brother, finally facing his computer again. Which, obviously, didn't put an end to Michelangelo's thoughts. "But, dude, it does make sense. Since we're half, you should be able to choose, right? Then, let's say Raph's the human, and you're the turtle. That would make it bestiality." Donatello blushed and spotted Raphael smiling, obviously amused by the theory, in the corner of his eye. Don cleared his throat. "First; I and Raph doesn't have that kind of relationship. Second; It still wouldn't make it bestiality." Michelangelo rolled his eyes, got off his seat and left the lab with a sarcastic "Whatever". Don exhaled, like he'd been holding his breath for a long time, and looked back at his computer. "Ya'r a terrible liar, Donnie." Raph's voice was suddenly right next to him. Oh boy. "Wanna go do some bestiality-stuff?"