You and I Aren't Wrong

Donatello paused in his conversation as he noticed Raphael's attention divert to his door.

"Thought I herd somethin'"

The purple banded turtle heaved a sigh and looked his companion over, the fight from earlier was evident on the turtles face. His one cheek was puffed out while a bruise had formed along the jaw line on the other side.

"What? Ya never seen a couple of bruises before?"

"There's no need to get contrary, I was just thinking about what it's like…to be up there, doing what you do." He paused, "I'm not even sure if I want to know how you can convince them to have sex with you… I mean, don't they notice the shell?" He said, waving a hand at Raph's back.

Raphael let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. "Ya know, that's what I like 'bout you Donny. Nothing really frightens you; ya just wanna know how it works."

The turtle in question felt a slight blush form along his beak, but he smiled none the less. "Thanks for being so patient with me Raph."

"Huh?"

Still smiling, the younger mutant turtle leaned in, pressing his beak against Raph's. Swallowing his sudden shock he pressed back, enjoying the feeling. His hand went to Donatello's shell, pulling him close as he tongue grazed along his brothers lips before pushing in.

Don moaned in surprise at the intrusion and how nice it felt. The sound was encouraging, egging the older one on. His hands roamed along his brother's arms and thighs. The light touches caused Donatello's skin to shiver in the wake of each gentle caress.

As the petting's and kisses became more fervid, it took all of Raphael's will power to stop. But from the way his brother's hazel eyes captivated him; filled with confusion, desire and a longing Raph didn't know existed, he had to be sure of something.

He licked his lips, "Donny? You alright with this?"

The aforementioned nodded, "Y-yea…I want this…really Raph…"

There was that longing again, it made his heart ache, he wanted to be perfect for his brother. If Raph had his wish, Don would never have to bear witness to the atrocities that he had. Instead, he settled for a rare warm smile and leaned in again only to have Don place a hand to his plastron; pushing his back gently.

Not here, not in the lab…somewhere a little more comfortable."

The red-masked turtle took a look at their surroundings. There were about six computers around them, three of which were still aglow with diagrams and charts. The younger turtle was seated in his swivel chair, while Raph rested his backside against the main desk in front of Donatello.

Far off to the side of the room was Don's make shift bed, consisting of a mattress and a pile of pillows, all miss matched. Pushing himself off the desk he turned toward the far side of the room and held out his hand.

"Well, c'mon then brainiac."

The smaller mutant gave a nervous grin but accepted the proffered hand, and made his way with the older turtle to the bed. Raphael watched as Donatello sat down and patted next to him, Raph sat, turning to face him.

The nervousness in the air was palpable. Simply a glance from Raphael's red-brown eyes made Donatello's heart skip and his breath quiver. His eyes darted from Raph's beak and back again.

"Don?" He breathed, worried.

The purple banded turtle slowly leaned in as Raphael closed the space between them gently placing a kiss on his brother's lips.

The kiss was gentle, almost reserved; it certainly was different then the other times they had kissed. Donatello's hands, which had been resting in his lap began to move of their own accord as they made tentative progress upwards to rest on his brothers muscled arms.

He could feel Raph tense beneath his fingers, but only momentarily. It astonished him and even excited him that such a soft touch could create that much response. He continued to kiss his brother as his fingertips grazed along the smooth flesh of his brother's arm.

He knew that a moment like this could never be recreated and he wanted to explore every possibility that opened up to him. Donatello could feel his brother's patience slipping away as Raphael deepened the kiss, pressing their mouths together with passion.

Don gripped his brother as he moved slowly back onto his unmade bed, their lips still firmly locked. A large pillow pushed uncomfortably against Donatello's neck and he tossed it to the side with a small grunt of protest. Raph pulled his knees up beneath him, straddling Don as he leaned forward, elbows resting comfortably on either side of the young turtles head.

Another mewling moan escaped Don's mouth as the connection between their lips broke when Raphael moved to his brother's neck; nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. The sensations were so new to him; Don wasn't quite sure what to make of them. It stung, almost like a sharp pinch, followed by the slight tickle of Raph's tongue.

He restrained himself and reined in from making too much noise, he wasn't sure if his brothers or father were fully asleep yet. The few sounds that did escape in a whispered proclamation sounded as loud as a fire cracker to his ears.

His will power almost went into remission when he felt Raph bite hard onto a particularly arousing area just under his jaw. Above the squirming turtle, Raph noticed how much Don seemed to enjoy what he was doing and chuckled softly, moving to place a trail of kisses down the length of his brothers deep yellow plastron. Moving steadily lower until his face hovered above the junction where the legs joined the body,

His hands trailed up along Don's inner thighs, causing the young turtle breath to hitch. His mouth soon followed in his fingers wake, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. When that elicited a fresh groan of pleasure, Raphael, curious, bit down again, only harder this time around. There was a gasp as Don's eyes flew open.

"Dat hurt?" He asked, worried.

Donatello shook his head, hands kneading the sheets. He heard Don mumble something into the side of a pillow.

"What?"

" --'gain? Please?"

So his lil brother liked it rough? He chuckled again, his hot breath moving up to tickle his legs. Raph pulled the flesh between his teeth again; it was getting difficult to continue as Don began to pant and squirm all the harder.

Just when Don felt he'd go nuts from Raphael's teasing, it stopped. From between his legs he heard his brother moan, and it took his lust filled mind a few seconds to figure out why.

He had dropped down, fully exposing himself to his brother. He felt his whole face grow hot, and it wasn't from Raphael's earlier ministrations. Donatello almost closed his legs right then, embarrassment making him suddenly shy. He was starting to doubt that this was such a good idea in the first place, when he felt something that made him blink in shock. Propping himself up on his elbows, still panting slightly, he looked down to stare between his legs, and got an eyeful of his older brother; between his legs.

Raphael heard a slight whimper and looked up into hazel eyes; he withdrew his tongue and felt the corner of his mouth twist into a devious smirk. He wondered how much more teasing Don could take, before he begged for it.

Before him, Donatello moaned into the hand he had placed over his mouth to stifle any excess sounds. Don gave a slight whimper into his hand. Raphael gave a small smirk as he watched Donatello's hips rise up to meet his hand

. He allowed his hands to run along his lovers olive green thigh, his mouth, eager and wanting. He ignored Donny's queries of:

"W-what are you doing?"

After the initial shock, a soft, happy sigh emanated from above. Yea, thought you'd like that…

Out of all the things that Raphael could have done, Donatello was quite thrilled that the feeling of a hot moist mouth over him felt so unique, so...good. Sure, he had seen these things on the internet, but he had always thought that it would feel awkward, disgusting. Displeasurable.

It was everything contrary.

Before he knew it, Donatello had spread his legs as much as possible and lifted his hips to allow his older brother more access. A sense of disappointment twinged in the genius turtle when the red banded turtle let go.

"Was 'dat a pout, Donny?"

His voice seemed so low, almost predatory. The chuckle that followed made his heart quicken with anticipation.

"What's so funny?"

"Nuthin'. I never thought you'd squirm so much is all."

"I--I was squirming?" He blushed, he hadn't even noticed.

"Yea, I liked it. Don, you're fuckin' hot when you squirm n' thrust."

Raphael gave him a smirk that said he wasn't lying. Another whimper was given as Raphael licked along his length again. Don was panting now, his head going side to side. The red masked turtle didn't know how much more he himself could take. Licking at Donatello and tasting him was almost too much to bear. It was then the words he had been waiting all night to hear graced his ears.

"Raph…I - I need you!"

It took all of Raphael's willpower not to just thrust into him then and there.

"Okay, Don… Jus' Just gimmie a sec…"

Raphael quickly got up to find something to use as lube. The only thing to be found was Vaseline. It'd work, it'd have too. He had a very horny turtle nearby that needed to be filled. The thought just made him quiver.

He returned to his brother, lubing him up as well as his finger. Slowly, Raphael entered a digit, he glanced up.

"Dat hurt?"

Donatello shook his head, "That's not you is it?"

"Nah, s'my finger."

"I want you, not your finger."

"I'm just getting you read. Don't want ya to tear."

Donatello grimaced. No, wouldn't want that. How would one explain that to the rest of the family?

'I'm sorry. I can't sit down because I ripped myself a new one due to getting boinked by my brother.' Oh yea, real swell.

He went to roll over when Raphael stopped him.

"No, I want to be close to you."

The younger turtle couldn't help but smile inwardly and nodded. He lifted and spread his legs as much as possibly as Raph lined up. There was pressure, resistance. He tried to relax himself. Slight pain and then, he felt it; Raphael was fully in him. Right to the hilt, he felt stretched, taut, full.

"Y'alright?" Raphael grunted. Donatello nodded mutely.

He began slowly, in and out. He looked down at Donatello underneath him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Good.

He began to move faster, feeling arms and legs wrap around his waist.

"Don…Christ, you feel amazing."

"You too, R-Raph…."

How could something that felt so right be deemed wrong? Evil, even? They weren't humans, how could they be breaking the laws of incest when they were the other had? Shell, they weren't even related!

Raphael could feel Donatello tightening up around him and sped up his bucking. A sharp intake of breath, and he knew. Just the knowledge of Donatello's climax was enough to send him over the edge. The legs wrapped around his waist tightened, then slowly relaxed. Raph's arms shuddered and screamed to collapse but he pulled himself out first. And grabbing a nearby corner of a sheet, he wiped himself clean rubbed most of Donny's chest clean from where he had climaxed.

Satisfied he rolled over to the side of the bed and pulled Don close to him. Feeling completely drained, Donatello stuck his head into the crook made between Raph's arm and neck. Neither of them spoke, and Raphael was glad for that. Because he wasn't sure he'd be able to say anything intelligible.

He heard a soft sound and glanced down, beneath him Don snored softly again and nuzzled the area just below Raph's neck in his sleep. He chuckled and felt his own eyelids grow heavy. Fuck Leo and his lil temper tantrums…this is right. No matter what the others say. Wrapping an arm around his brother's plastron, he allowed himself to drift off into the first peaceful sleep in weeks.