A Different Kind of Brotherly Love

By: Ramen

Disclaimer: If this was an alternate universe, I might have owned TMNT, but… this is reality, and it is owned by Peter Laird/Mirage/Nickelodeon or whoever the hell owns it!

Warning: Lots of turtlecest- if you're incest-phobic, homophobic, or turtle-phobic, then I suggest you click the back button right now before you start complaining to me about making you read "bad literature". Please and thank you! Also, this story contains crude language, and sexual/silly situations. Please read at your own risk as well.

Author's Note: Well well well, here I am again! *Crickets again* ... I'm sorry you guys had to wait a while, but as promised, here's another chapter! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed- I greatly appreciate the support, and also, if you could give constructive criticism, that'd be nice, too!

Chapter Two: Can You Feel the Incest Love Tonight?

Mikey sighed with obvious relief, reveling in the feeling of escaping a close call as the door of Donny's room slammed shut behind them. He opened his mouth to voice his gratitude to Donny for saving his hide once more, but something in the tense silence of the room told him to do otherwise and keep his mouth shut.

As it turns out, the tense silence was right.

"Mikey… What the hell was that?" Donatello hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he whirled around and directed an angry death glare upon his rather unfortunate younger brother.

The room suddenly felt forty degrees colder.

"N-Now Donny, we're only supposed to say shell, remember?"Mikey stammered, chuckling weakly and hoping that the censorship excuse would save his ass again.

Alas, it did not.

"Screw the damn censorship, Mikey; we're not even on air anymore!" This particular outburst was accentuated with the frightening sound of Donny's open palm slapping the surface of his work table, making several papers and articles scatter haphazardly, and almost resulting in Mikey pissing his pants- almost. [1]

"What I saw out there was a PATHETIC- I repeat, PATHETIC attempt at matchmaking!" If this moment were in anime form, there would no doubt be flames of rage surrounding Donny's body right now.

"I mean, REALLY, how could you even possibly be related to me? Do you have any semblance of a brain in that hollow head of yours? Normally, I would let your foolishness slide, but THIS is just too damn much! AND WHY THE HELL IS YOUR BANDANA CROOKED AGAIN? If I had a PENNY for every time that bandana is-!"

Meanwhile, during Donny's scary 'scarier-than-a-PMSing-girl' rant, the only thought that had been floating around in Mikey's brain was, "Who the hell is this imposter, and what have they done with sweet, sensitive, and quiet Donatello?"

"But my POINT is," Here, Donny took a deep breath, before concluding, "Mikey... you need to come up with a better strategy!" This dramatic declaration was accompanied with an equally dramatic green finger thrust right into Mikey's face.

"… Huh?" Was the orange-masked turtle's intelligent response, along with a confused tilt of the head.

"…" The older of the two sighed in an irritated manner, his arm falling back to its previous position at his side; this was when the pacing began.

Mikey knew better than to interrupt his older brother's thought process (especially after that uncharacteristic tirade that occurred a mere thirty seconds earlier), so he decided to stay quiet for once.

Maybe it was the boredom; maybe it was the fact that he was a very "visually-oriented" turtle, but somehow, during the course of this silent period, Mikey found himself staring intently at Donny's body, his eyes raking up and down the length of it, tracing the contours of the hard muscles and the toned thighs that made up his older brother's physique.

'How does Donny manage it?' Mikey thought idly to himself, fooling around with the tail ends of his bandana. Last time he checked, a person (or turtle, for that matter) didn't get buff from just sitting around in their room all day, tinkering around with experiments while chugging down gallons of coffee and barely getting two hours of sleep every night. Sometimes, Donny even skipped training altogether in favor of "putting the finishing touches" on an experiment of his. Yet, he could still keep up with the rest of them, and he still managed to maintain his body quite well while keeping his research and studies up at the same time.

Absentmindedly, Mikey remembered their last training session (yesterday, if he recalled correctly), and how strangely enticing his genius brother had looked at one moment, with sweat slowly trailing down his rich, olive-toned skin, and also how ravishing he was when his mouth was slightly open after a particularly brutal session, releasing harsh pants that almost sounded like-

Whoa whoa wait, back the shell up- what was he even thinking for crissakes?

'Holy shi- is this whole family incestuous or something?' Mikey thought, his expression displaying the sheer and utter horror he was feeling at that moment. No, damnit, he did NOT have sexual feelings for Donny. Did NOT.

He shook his head, 'Focus Mikey, focus! This is about Leo and Raph, not Donny! All of the implied incest between them combined with normal teenage hormones is just getting to your head, that's all!' It was a ridiculous idea, anyway- Don would never, ever, EVER in a million years return Mikey's strange and sudden feelings… would he?

"Mikey, I think I got it!" Donny announced, randomly pointing his finger in the air and bearing a manic grin that would put the maddest of scientists to shame. The grin quickly faded, however, when he saw that Mikey's face looked terrifyingly blank; his eyes looked as if they were staring at something that only he could see, and he seemed to be drowning in his own, apparently troubled, thoughts.

Donny stretched forward to take a closer look at him, an expression of concern plastered on his own face.

"Mikey?" No answer, not even a blink to indicate he even heard him. "Mikey, what's wr-"

"I'M NOT THINKING OF MOLESTING YOU AT ALL!" Mikey blurted out rather loudly, eyes wide as he backed five feet away from Donny with a look of utter horror on his face.

"… What?"

[1] Yes, I am well aware turtles don't have pants. Don't start thinking that I'm stupid now, you hear?

Okay, I know what you're thinking right now: WHAT THE HELL, WHY DID YOU HAVE A CLIFFHANGER AFTER NOT UPDATING SO LONG, DOUCHE FACE?

Um, well, it's just that… I HAVE… *Dramatic pause* Writer's Block! *Sobs* It's terrible! And school work isn't helping either, so it might take me even longer to update Chapter Three!

And yeah, I know Donatello is terribly OOC in here, but, in my defense, I've been thoroughly influenced by countless manga/anime.

Yes, I promise (gosh, I oughta stop making promises...) the chapters will start getting better, and I might even revise Chapter One or Two, but it might take me a while, so… I'm terribly sorry, but I probably won't update soon!

Thank you again for your reviews, guys! Could all you readers please give me suggestions? Any kind of suggestion will do, in fact, any kind of review would be appreciated, even if it's just to say "this is good" or "hot" or whatever- yes, I'm well aware that I am a review-hoarder, and I apologize for bothering you all.