Title: Survival of the Species
Rating: R (for incest)
Summary: SLASH M/M relationship. Sort of. Gender switching, emotional distress, inner turmoil.
Authors Note : Please note that this chapter is going to get steamy. Sex will be referred to throughout the rest of the story, but will not be central to the main plot. There will be no sex scenes, just implied.
Chapter 12
Donatello and Raphael traded a quick glance and then stared at Mica as she determinedly walked towards them both.
"It's okay, Mica. I've just gone through the same change as you have." Raphael nodded towards Mica, her head shaking in disbelief.
"You're a girl?" Mica didn't seem threatened, merely curious. "How?"
Raphael shrugged herself out of Donatello's grip which had now slackened, and got to her feet to face Mica. "Don't know. Just happened. Like what happened to you."
"Are we all going to change?" Mica asked Donatello with wide eyes.
Donatello shrugged his shoulders. "Possible, but very unlikely. It looks like you two are in this together now."
Raphael looked at Mica dejectedly. "Look, I'm really sorry about the way I acted before. Can we help each other through this? I mean, if this is as weird to you as it is to me, we're both gonna need some backup."
Mica smiled brightly. Then her expression darkened. "Hands off Leo. He's mine."
Raphael raised her hands awkwardly and smiled reassuringly at Mica. "You really think me and Leo would last a week? We'd have epic arguments and split before next Monday."
Mica grinned, visualising the two dominating personalities going head-to-head. "Yeah. Donny is much more suited to you. He can calm that notorious temper of yours."
"I'm not Don's type. He needs a scientist, some geeky girl to hook up with." Raphael smiled at Mica. "I'd only hold him back. Blow up at him and lose my temper."
Donatello merely watched the two girls as they discussed him openly. It was an interesting change of dynamics - Raphael and Mica discussing guys. It made sense they were talking about himself and Leo - after all options were a little sparse in the sewers.
Raphael's voice broke a little. "Besides, I'm no-where near good enough for Don."
"Don't put yourself down, Raph. Donnie loves you." Mica put a reassuring hand on Raphael's shoulder.
"I'm right here, you know." Donatello said with an amused smile. "You can just ask me what I think about all this."
Mica and Raphael turned to look at Donatello, although Raphael had her face set in a grim manner. She wasn't expecting good news, and Donatello could almost feel misery emanating off her in waves.
"Look. This is an extremely bizarre and unusual sitatuon, even for mutants like us. As for whether I could love Raphael, that's a moot point. I've always loved Raphael. Whether I could love Raphael in a sexual way and see her as a partner, I don't know that yet. After all, we've been siblings all our lives, and I've never viewed Raphael in that way before. It's confusing and improbable, but not impossible."
Mica and Raph exchanged glances. Mica frowned. "We're the only ones of our kind, Don. We don't have that many options here."
Donatello smiled sadly and nodded gently towards Raphael. "Do I think you're an attractive mutant? Yes, definitely. The changes have made you softer, and more feminine. You have curves that didn't exist before, and they are extremely arousing. I am definitely attracted to this female version of Raphael."
Mica slapped her hand on Raphael's arm. "See, its all working out."
Raphael looked at Donatello with a knowing expression. "I can feel a 'but' coming."
Donatello shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "There actually isn't a 'but' here, Raph. I'm just telling you how it is. We could start, I don't know, going out more often if you'd like. Maybe to the cinema together? Or take a rooftop run and circle the block?"
Raphael's eyes narrowed. "Donny. I'm not your type. You'd be making do. Anyone who knows you knows you are the geeky type."
"Opposites attract, Raph. After all - look at Leo and Mica. They couldn't be more opposite if they tried. They've found happiness together."
"You're saying I'm your opposite?" Raphael asked, confusion in her words. "I thought I was Leo's opposite and that's why we argue so much."
Donatello smiled and shook his head. "No, you two have similar personalities. You're both very dominant and like to be in control. Mica and me are more passive types, who are perfectly suited to your more fiery personalities."
Raphael thought about this, her eye ridges creased in confusion. "I'm gonna stop thinking about this. I feel like my head's exploding."
"Maybe I should just prove my point instead." Donatello got to his feet and crossed the distance between himself and Raphael in seconds. "I'll speak in your language, Raph."
Then, everything went into slow motion for Raphael. Donatello leant in gently and brushed his mouth against Raph's in a tender manner. There was barely any contact, just a quick brush and then removed before Raphael could even catch her breath. Her heart pounding wildly, Raphael felt the ground moving. A hand clamped on her shoulder to steady her. Donatello's hand.
"Actions speak louder than words for you, don't they Raph." Donatello said softly, his hand steady and sure. Keeping Raph from falling to the ground in surprise and amazement.
"Where did that come from, Donnie?" Raphael asked breathlessly. "I really wasn't expecting that."
Donatello took Raph's hand and pressed it firmly against his plastron. His heart was beating rapidly beneath the firm exterior. "Feel that, Raph? That's because of you."
Mica shifted uncomfortably. Events in this room were becoming intimate at an alarming rate. "I'm going to go check on Leo, guys. I'll be back in a while."
Raphael and Donatello didn't even hear Mica's voice. Or the door to Leo's room open and shut quickly. They were both lost in that improbable haze of arousal, hearts beating too fast. Breathing hitched.
"I want you." Raphael growled, her voice low but sure. "I want you now."
Donatello smiled affectionately and kissed the hand he was still holding against his heart. "In time, Raph. Not right now. It'd be wrong to just wing it. There's things I have to research first mainly to ensure this is going to be safe."
Raphael pushed Donatello back down on the chair, her cheeks flushed with desire. She straddled him and kissed him roughly on the mouth, drawing a surprised breath from the confused turtle. "I want you now, Donnie."
"Easy, Raph." Donatello mumbled, his words muffled because of the rough kisses. "In time. I promise. Give me some research time. I want this to be right."
Raphael got to her feet, shaking her head to dispel the overpowering arousal. "I can't wait long, Don."
Donatello shot to his feet, pausing momentarily to brush his fingers against Raphel's cheek. "Believe me, I won't take long. Give me half an hour to check things out, work out how this is going to happen. We're not completely reptilian, Raph. We are anthropomorphic turtles. Our biology is a lot different to your normal turtle or average human. I have to work out how we are going to do this."
Raphael nodded dejectedly. "Fine. We could just ask Mica and Leo how they do it."
Donatello smiled gently at Raphael. "They haven't done it yet, Raph. You know Leo - he likes to take things slow and sure. He wouldn't rush Mica into anything, not with something as important as reproduction."
"Can't we just call it sex, Donnie? I'm not looking to be a mother yet." Raphael smiled wanly.
"Exactly. That's exactly why we can't rush this. If we let nature take over then I think its pretty obvious where it's going to lead. Humans have protection to ensure they don't get pregnant. I need to work out how to satisfy you and not get you pregnant." Donatello was drifting over to his lab, focused on the task at hand. "Mutant turtle mating is something that has never happened before, Raph. Ever."
Raphael sighed and sank onto the chair. Sometimes, you could overthink things too much. Raphael was sure that Donatello was overthinking all of this. Why not let nature take over? It made no sense to Raphael in her current lustful haze to wait another moment.
Finally, after twenty minutes of fidgeting for Raphael, Donatello emerged from the lab. He was merely looking at Raph, his eyes hazed with arousal. He nodded once, and then beckoned to Raphael.
"My room, ten minutes." Donatello went back inside the lab and closed the door.
Raphael was startled, but jumped to her feet instantly. Her heart was hammering with anticipation. She moved to the bedroom without a second thought, and lay on Donatello's duvet waiting.
Ten minutes later, right on cue, Donatello entered the room.
TBC
