While sparring in the dojo, Raphael and Leonardo have another one of their usual fights, this one worse than any fight they've had had in quite some time. Raphael stormed off towards the living room, but this time Leonardo was determined to get to the bottom of their problems and chased him out of the room.

"What the hell is your problem, Raphael?" Leonardo moved to cut his brother off, but Raphael refused to look at him.

Balling his hands into fists, Raphael punched the wall beside him, then turned away from Leonardo. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now, Leo. Get the fuck out of my way."

Leonardo reached out and grabbed his brother's arm, holding it tight. "No way. You aren't running away this time. We're going to start working through whatever the hell makes you hate me so much."

Making eye contact, Raphael snarled. "Following Splinter's orders there, Boy Scout?"

"This has nothing to do with Splinter. This has to do with you and me. What the hell is going on with you?"

Pausing, Raphael lowered his eyes. With a soft sigh, he shook his head. "You wouldn't understand, now let go of my arm, Leo."

Ignoring the request, Leonardo squeezed Raphael's arm even tighter. "No. Not until you tell me what your problem is."

Anger roared its ugly head just as Raphael's frustration levels skyrocketed beyond his emotional control. Dealing with Leonardo always had a way of pushing him over the edge, and today just wasn't Rpahael's day to keep it all in any longer. "You're my fucking problem!" Raphael hissed. "It's always been you!"

"What did I do to you, Raphael? What did I do that was so horrible?" Leonardo's face fell as he looked at his brother with sadness in his eyes.

Raphael pulled his arm away. "Just stop it, Leo. Let me go."

Leonardo clenched his teeth but didn't try reaching out for Raphael again. "Tell me what's wrong!"

Raphael growled again, stepping up straight in front of Leonardo. "Fine!" Placing both hands on Leonardo's shoulders, Raphael pulled his brother towards him and kissed him hard. Shocked by the gesture, Leonardo tried to wiggle away but Raphael held him strong, kissing him even harder.

As though floating on air, the two turtles made their way to the couch, Raphael dropping to the cushions and pulling Leonardo onto his lap. Their mouths met again, and this time, Raphael's tongue pushed into Leonardo's mouth, their tongues intertwining. Leonardo's hand went to Raphael's face, rubbing up and down his cheek.

Unable to hold back, Raphael slid his hand down to Leonardo's thigh, rubbing it softly with his finger tips. Leonardo moaned against his mouth and Raphael allowed his hand to fall between Leonardo's legs. Leonardo moaned again, giving Raphael the encouragement he desired to go further.

Pulling away, Raphael slid out from beneath Leonardo's body and kneeled down beside him. Trailing a line of kisses along Leonardo's thighs, Raphael moved slowly towards his intended goal. His warm mouth slid over Leonardo's long shaft, sucking softly as Leonardo cried out softly in pleasure.

Raphael sucked harder, his hand wrapping around the shaft, just below his mouth. Leonardo squirmed beneath him and cried out a warning through intense gasps. Raphael ignored him, sucking deeply, then swallowing as he was rewarded with the thick, foamy liquid filling his mouth.

Leonardo's head fell back as his breaths came out in short bursts as his body jerked in pleasure. Satisfied with his job well done, Raphael licked his lips before dropping back on to the couch and sliding in behind Leonardo. Leonardo looked up at his brother, his eyes wide. "Raphael, I had no idea."

Raphael shrugged. "No big deal," he said.

Leonardo frowned. "Raphael, I don't feel the same about you."

"Doesn't matter," Raphael said, snuggling up behind him. "I got what I wanted, anyway."