He finds the blue one alone on a rooftop. He's not sure what brings him here to this particular spot some nights only that he keeps feeling himself drawn to this place when he's close. Tonight Blue is there too, and he's found the little portable fridge under some cardboard in a corner and has pulled out one of the beers. Blue isn't drinking it though, he's just looking at it with a terribly sad expression on his face. Must not be the kind he likes.

The black tails of his mask billow softly from his perch on a nearby ledge as he watches the other turtle for a moment. He wonders why Blue isn't happy. He should be pleased, he managed to defeat his foot soldiers and drive them into retreat without completing the mission. He frowns, Master Shredder will probably punish him when he returns later for failing again.

The sharp snap and hiss of the can being opened pulls him from his thoughts. Blue is taking a sip from the can with a grimace on his face and shuddering after he's swallowed. If he doesn't like the stuff then why is he drinking it? But somewhere inside him he is pleased Blue is drinking, he's glad he convinced stuck-up Fearless to come with him for a beer and unwind-

No, that can't be right. Where did that come from? He shakes his head to rid himself of the strange thought. Master Shredder warned him this could happen. He'll have to tell him about it so Baxter Stockman can make the thoughts go away again.

"To you, Raph, wherever you are." The Blue one says with his can lifted in the air facing away from him. He knows Blue means him when he says that name. They call him that when they fight. They yell it at him in desperate pleas as he pummels them silently. They also call him brother, but it's all a trick to confuse him, Master Shredder told him.

"Don't speak with them, don't listen to them." Master Shredder ordered and he obeys, but he never said anything about not looking at them. So he does.

He lands softly behind Blue and the turtle turns around quickly dropping the can and reaching for his swords before freezing at the sight of him. "Raph?" he asks quietly and his hand near the grip of the sword twitches. Blue lowers it slowly when he doesn't make a move to engage in combat.

He's looking at the can on the floor, spilling out it's contents, with a frown. He walks over to it and lifts it, there's still some left inside. He hands it back to Blue who hesitates before reaching for it and taking it from him.

He isn't drinking. Blue is just standing there smiling at him as they regard each other in silence. Why? Why are you looking at me that way? He looks at the can and then back at Blue who seems to take a hint and takes another sip with another grimace.

"G-good stuff." He says through a shudder and another smile and the obvious lie makes him feel good for some reason.

Master Shredder didn't say anything about not touching them either so he does. He steps closer to Blue who stiffens slightly when he reaches out for him. His fingers brush over Blue's plastron. It feels like his own. He feels confused, this doesn't seem like a trick, Blue feels just like him, but Master Shredder said...

"You're like me." Blue says softly and he covers the exploring hand with his own. They are both similar, maybe his is larger and darker but he knows this other strange hand. This lighter and slender hand has touched him like this before, hasn't it?

Blue's touch warms him and he steps a little closer. The other turtle's eyes are searching his own. What are you looking for? They are big and blue like his mask and full of... hope? Love. They are full of love for him. Do you love me?

He can smell Blue's scent from here and it's familiar and comforting in a way he cannot fully comprehend. He's allowed to smell so he takes in the warm scent with a deep breath. It reminds him of cold winters under blankets, warm bodies pressed tightly together to fend off the chill, soft whispers, shared secrets, and laughter when they were supposed to be sleeping.

Taste. It feels more like an order from his brain so he obeys and presses his lips to Blue's. His eyes are cracked opened so he sees the way the other turtle's eyes go wide with surprise and Blue tries to pull back but he follows. This doesn't bring any strange thoughts so he feels safe searching the other for answers this way. Blue's eyes slide shut after a moment and he relaxes to his exploration. His tongue pushes past Blue's lips and dips into the cool mouth. He tastes of beer and something else, something spicy and rich which tastes just like he smells.

He's watching Blue as he's kissing him, sliding his tongue over his, brushing over the back of his teeth. Blue is breathing harshly through his nostrils, his eyes are shut tightly and he whimpers softly when he presses his body to him and holds him close. Blue's skin under his fingers feels good, all of Blue makes him feel good and he wishes he could stay longer but it's getting late and Master Shredder will be angrier if he's late.

He reluctantly pulls his lips away from Blue's, sliding his tongue out of the warmed mouth and watches the turtles eyes open slowly, still clinging to him and panting with a deep blush over his face. Blue looks confused and embarrassed which makes him feel better. He likes this look on Blue.

He pulls away and walks to the ledge, "Wait! Raph, please." Blue sounds breathless and it pleases him. "Don't go, come back with me."

He ignores him and jumps away heading for the fortress, his home. The taste of Blue is still on his tongue and it makes him smile. He decides he won't tell Master Shredder about the thoughts. He doesn't want Baxter Stockman to make him forget. He wants to remember the way Blue looks just after he's kissed him.