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Just the two of us... Part 1
Pairing Leo/Raph
Rating: M/18 (Don’t make me ask for your ID)
Contains: Angst, T-cest, mature content,(if you no like, don’t read)
By: Ryu-Amio (I own no turtles)

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“Hey…You’re spacing out again…”

“oh… sorry…”

“….s’okay.”

In truth I wasn’t…
I was listening...

This is the first time Raph and I have had any time alone together since… since we’ve decided to see how far these feelings will take us…

As I try to loose myself beside him, quietly trying to enjoy his presence as we watched the flickering of the TV screen in this, a rare day where we had the whole Lair to ourselves, I couldn’t help but feel that at any moment, our family will return, and I must relinquish his shoulder as my headrest.

“…don’t worry. We’re careful.”
His words, spoken in that low, sensual tone… made me determined to enjoy this time I have with him.
“…yeah.”
But I couldn’t help but to keep my every sense alert, listening deeply into the silence, waiting…

Even as I nuzzled my head against his cheek, trying my best to forget the world around us, I still felt the lingering paranoia…
I looked up at him, and even there, past his seemingly relaxed grin, I could see the same worry…
‘…. They’re gonna back any minute ….’

These past few days, I’ve enjoyed the quite strength he offers me.
The hand he offers mine when I’ve fallen during training.
The smile he offers me after a swift victory.
The shoulder he offers my weary head when all others have gone to sleep.

Once… empty gestures.
Now… the only reason I force myself from my bed in the morning.

But even now, though my hand in his is a welcomed moment between us, it is one we rarely share.

We need time… time together…alone.

Something that is proving more impossible to attain these days…

In the week since we’ve agreed to keep ‘this’… between us, the only touching I’ve had to settle for is the subtle playful bumps of our feet out of sight under the kitchen table, and the only words we’ve shared are those we let slip when we’re out patrolling the streets together…

He said he likes watching the city lights with me…
Now our predicament has even robbed us of that small pleasure.

“…want to go out tonight?”
“…can’t. You remember what Splinter said.”
He cruelly reminded me of the war we’re being forced to fight because of our father’s past…

With Karai’s Footbots relentlessly stalking the sewers of New York, the amount of time we’re out on patrol as increased ten fold. And even in the off chance I convince Master Splinter to allow us to split up into teams of two: Raph and I always end up running into more trouble than we can handle, forcing us to call in Donatello and Mikey.

Yesterday, Sensei declared that no one is to leave the Lair unless accompanied by two others.
Destroying any hope I had of sneaking off to the roof tops with Raph.

As Sensei continued to instruct us on the new procedures that we must all strictly adhere to, Raph and I shared a look of outraged disbelief.
Unable to deny our master’s instructions… we spent the rest of the day in silence…
Until last night…

Admits the quite of the witching hour and the darkness that so thickly flooded the Lair at night, I couldn’t even close my eyes. I was consumed with the frustration I was being faced with:

Just when I’ve found relief from my heart’s insufferable aching… I can’t spend time with him…

With our family around the Lair… and The Foot… and The Kraang…
There’ll be no chance for… this, to ever become something real…

Still… I want to see him.

Right now.

…

Before I could even grab control of my own body, I was already out of bed, heading out of my room. The desire to be near him was like a hunger, one that canceled all rational thoughts.
I stopped briefly, just as I was about to open my door…

…What am I doing?

…What do I plan on doing?

…He’s asleep.

…Everyone’s asleep.

There’s no point…

Maybe this was a mistake…

What with everything going on lately…
This is no time to be caught up in these useless feelings…
I should just stop… think this whole thing through…

But even as the voice of reason tried to gain control of my rebellious body, my hand was already twisting my doorknob… slowly.

I flung the door open, hoping to prevent the rusted hinges from making too much noise, when the cold steel door slammed into something obstructing its way.

“Ouch! …son of a-” A loud hiss of pain blew into my room through the half open door.

“R-raph…?” My heart raced as I slowly pushed the door further. Between the shadows of this late hour, his wounded silhouette came into focus.

“H-hey Leo…” his words slipped out past his fingers as they gripped his jaw and covered his swollen cheek.

“What are you doing out here?!” I whispered a bit too loud.
There was a pause while he applied pressure to where my door had slammed into his face.

“I was just… coming back from the bathroom when-” He halted.
Even enshrouded in all this blackness, I could still see the sly look his emerald eyes were casting my way. “….wait a minute. What are YOU doing out so late Mister Perfect?” Though I couldn’t see, I’m sure his face had a smug smile carved into it.

“I was just…” I felt panicked. In my mind, suddenly, all I could think of was the last time we spoke, on the rooftops, our words came so easily… now… I couldn’t think of a single excuse to offer him…
“I just… wanted to see you…” I think it was the dark that gave me courage enough to say it… even if it was just a whisper.

There was a silence. I couldn’t see his reaction to my words… in my heart I had almost hopped that he didn’t hear me. Then, the soft warmth of his hand reached out to mine…
“…me too.” He sounded embarrassed, his ego no doubt bruised greatly, but as our fingers laced in the dark, a joy was blossoming inside my chest that made my every worry seem so trivial.

Then he asked something that almost made me question if I wasn’t still asleep in my bed.

“Look Leo, I know it’s tough now… but… If we can be alone tomorrow, will that be alright?”
His question felt unreal. Alone? Tomorrow? As in… all day?

My excitement was only stifled by my disbelief at the practicality of such a promise.
Even though my brain was asking a thousand questions in the silent plains of my mind, my mouth had already moved to meet with his.

Cloaked in the safety of the pitch black that had seeped into our home, I offered him a kiss, one that would convey my soul’s delight at his offer.
I wanted, so tenderly, to place a single kiss at the end of his beak, hoping it would bloom into something more…

Only to find that, thanks to the night’s embrace, I had only managed to kiss my vertically challenged brother on the forehead.

“I guess that’s a yes?” he asked as my shady silhouette pulled away, he sounded a bit disappointed…

I had no idea what he had in mind, but the thought of us being alone together kept me awake all through the rest of the night. My body refusing to lay still under the constant giddy bursts of excitement.

Then this morning… the Lair was empty…

Devoid of the smell of Mikey’s breakfast.

Robbed of the sound of Donatello’s tinkering.

I was speechless.

“Mornin’…” Raph emerged from the kitchen, offering me a glass of water and a slice of pale bread “…sorry, I still don’t know how the toaster works.” He looked back into the kitchen, “Which reminds me… we need a new toaster.” He chuckled to himself softly.

Though tired, he seemed to be in a good mood, still I couldn’t believe it…

“Where is everyone?” My question seemed to loose some of it’s urgency as I was gnawing on the
slice of bread he offered me.

Raph gave me a smile that was brimming with pride.
“There’re… out on a wild pigeon chase.” He stated proudly.
“You mean wild ‘goose’ chase?”
He chuckled. “Yeah… Sure.”
He reached out his hand, silently asking for mine, “So? You gonna help with breakfast or what?” His cocky grin only aided in inviting me to indulge in this rare opportunity.

We spent the morning unlike we had any other morning that came before:
Hopelessly failing at making breakfast without Mikey’s expertise.
Snooping around the garage without Donatello’s grimace.
Freely sparing in the dojo without Sensei’s guidelines.

Mistakes made were understood.

Words shared were genuine.

Wounds received were met with kind words and a soft touch.

Just the two of us.

It was… the best day. Ever.

I’d tell him that too. Saying how much I enjoyed it, how much I didn’t want it to end, he’d just give me that same crooked smile and say:
“…well we should just enjoy every second of it then.”

And when our limbs grew sick of training and we had lost interest in Donatello’s projects, we retired to the couch. Where I find myself now…
Listening for the end of our perfect day…
He could tell… my mind was elsewhere.

As the daylight that had somehow reached this deep refuge began to gleam with a scarlet flare, signaling that the sun was beginning to set, so too did our once cheerful expressions turn… almost bitter, under the heavy thought that this day was beginning to end…

‘… They’re gonna be home soon…’

The temptation to ask him… if he could make another day like this happen, was growing ever more alluring. But, looking at the saddened expression he tried to hide under the smile he gave me, I knew there’s no point in asking.

This day, it was the panicle of his efforts to see me happy…

I’ll treasure this day… these moments…

By his side, the paranoia that had caused my mood to harshen was finally beginning to fade. Eventually our family will return from whatever Raph had worked so hard to orchestrate, and this once off day will come to an end…

I slipped my hand into his as my head finally settled into the crevice under his chin.
Even if I never have another day like this… I’ll still have you…

“Thanks Raphie…”

…

“H-hey Leo…” As he spoke my name, there was a crack in his voice.
“Do…do you wanna make this day last a bit longer?”

“Huh?” I pushed myself up, curious as to what he had in mind.
There was a determined vigor that sparkled in his eyes as he took my hand firmly, the shade of red that painted his face had blended in with the crimson of his mask.

I didn’t even need to ask what he meant, his self control was so obviously wavering… then again… so was mine. I nodded, somewhat withdrawn, and as he leaned in a kiss took root that made my whole body shiver with anticipation.

He overtook me. Running his hand down my chest as our sweet kiss grew more lustful, more passionate. I couldn’t stop my body’s trembling. I was loosing myself to him, my vision blurring as the heat of our kiss seemed to have steam rising from where our breaks connected.

His hands grew bolder.

My churrs grew louder.

I wanted him closer, even closer. To experience the bliss I’ve only ever seen in the foggy reaches of my dreams…

But then…
Just as his soft caresses grew less and less innocent… he stopped.
Turning his head, as if he had heard some unnoticeable signal.
Leaving me in a state where I was so drunk off his sent I couldn’t speak, he listened for it again…

This time I heard something too… sounded like the coo of a pigeon.

Raphael released a sigh so deep, one could hear it more as a cry of disappointment.

“…they’re almost home Leo."

~Part 1: End~

Description
Just the two of us... Part 1
Pairing Leo/Raph
Rating: M/18 (Don’t make me ask for your ID)
Contains: Angst, T-cest, mature content,(if you no like, don’t read)
By: Ryu-Amio (I own no turtles)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey…You’re spacing out again…”

“oh… sorry…”

“….s’okay.”

In truth I wasn’t…
I was listening...

This is the first time Raph and I have had any time alone together since… since we’ve decided to see how far these feelings will take us…

As I try to loose myself beside him, quietly trying to enjoy his presence as we watched the flickering of the TV screen in this, a rare day where we had the whole Lair to ourselves, I couldn’t help but feel that at any moment, our family will return, and I must relinquish his shoulder as my headrest.

“…don’t worry. We’re careful.”
His words, spoken in that low, sensual tone… made me determined to enjoy this time I have with him.
“…yeah.”
But I couldn’t help but to keep my every sense alert, listening deeply into the silence, waiting…

Even as I nuzzled my head against his cheek, trying my best to forget the world around us, I still felt the lingering paranoia…
I looked up at him, and even there, past his seemingly relaxed grin, I could see the same worry…
‘…. They’re gonna back any minute ….’

These past few days, I’ve enjoyed the quite strength he offers me.
The hand he offers mine when I’ve fallen during training.
The smile he offers me after a swift victory.
The shoulder he offers my weary head when all others have gone to sleep.

Once… empty gestures.
Now… the only reason I force myself from my bed in the morning.

But even now, though my hand in his is a welcomed moment between us, it is one we rarely share.

We need time… time together…alone.

Something that is proving more impossible to attain these days…

In the week since we’ve agreed to keep ‘this’… between us, the only touching I’ve had to settle for is the subtle playful bumps of our feet out of sight under the kitchen table, and the only words we’ve shared are those we let slip when we’re out patrolling the streets together…

He said he likes watching the city lights with me…
Now our predicament has even robbed us of that small pleasure.

“…want to go out tonight?”
“…can’t. You remember what Splinter said.”
He cruelly reminded me of the war we’re being forced to fight because of our father’s past…

With Karai’s Footbots relentlessly stalking the sewers of New York, the amount of time we’re out on patrol as increased ten fold. And even in the off chance I convince Master Splinter to allow us to split up into teams of two: Raph and I always end up running into more trouble than we can handle, forcing us to call in Donatello and Mikey.

Yesterday, Sensei declared that no one is to leave the Lair unless accompanied by two others.
Destroying any hope I had of sneaking off to the roof tops with Raph.

As Sensei continued to instruct us on the new procedures that we must all strictly adhere to, Raph and I shared a look of outraged disbelief.
Unable to deny our master’s instructions… we spent the rest of the day in silence…
Until last night…

Admits the quite of the witching hour and the darkness that so thickly flooded the Lair at night, I couldn’t even close my eyes. I was consumed with the frustration I was being faced with:

Just when I’ve found relief from my heart’s insufferable aching… I can’t spend time with him…

With our family around the Lair… and The Foot… and The Kraang…
There’ll be no chance for… this, to ever become something real…

Still… I want to see him.

Right now.

…

Before I could even grab control of my own body, I was already out of bed, heading out of my room. The desire to be near him was like a hunger, one that canceled all rational thoughts.
I stopped briefly, just as I was about to open my door…

…What am I doing?

…What do I plan on doing?

…He’s asleep.

…Everyone’s asleep.

There’s no point…

Maybe this was a mistake…

What with everything going on lately…
This is no time to be caught up in these useless feelings…
I should just stop… think this whole thing through…

But even as the voice of reason tried to gain control of my rebellious body, my hand was already twisting my doorknob… slowly.

I flung the door open, hoping to prevent the rusted hinges from making too much noise, when the cold steel door slammed into something obstructing its way.

“Ouch! …son of a-” A loud hiss of pain blew into my room through the half open door.

“R-raph…?” My heart raced as I slowly pushed the door further. Between the shadows of this late hour, his wounded silhouette came into focus.

“H-hey Leo…” his words slipped out past his fingers as they gripped his jaw and covered his swollen cheek.

“What are you doing out here?!” I whispered a bit too loud.
There was a pause while he applied pressure to where my door had slammed into his face.

“I was just… coming back from the bathroom when-” He halted.
Even enshrouded in all this blackness, I could still see the sly look his emerald eyes were casting my way. “….wait a minute. What are YOU doing out so late Mister Perfect?” Though I couldn’t see, I’m sure his face had a smug smile carved into it.

“I was just…” I felt panicked. In my mind, suddenly, all I could think of was the last time we spoke, on the rooftops, our words came so easily… now… I couldn’t think of a single excuse to offer him…
“I just… wanted to see you…” I think it was the dark that gave me courage enough to say it… even if it was just a whisper.

There was a silence. I couldn’t see his reaction to my words… in my heart I had almost hopped that he didn’t hear me. Then, the soft warmth of his hand reached out to mine…
“…me too.” He sounded embarrassed, his ego no doubt bruised greatly, but as our fingers laced in the dark, a joy was blossoming inside my chest that made my every worry seem so trivial.

Then he asked something that almost made me question if I wasn’t still asleep in my bed.

“Look Leo, I know it’s tough now… but… If we can be alone tomorrow, will that be alright?”
His question felt unreal. Alone? Tomorrow? As in… all day?

My excitement was only stifled by my disbelief at the practicality of such a promise.
Even though my brain was asking a thousand questions in the silent plains of my mind, my mouth had already moved to meet with his.

Cloaked in the safety of the pitch black that had seeped into our home, I offered him a kiss, one that would convey my soul’s delight at his offer.
I wanted, so tenderly, to place a single kiss at the end of his beak, hoping it would bloom into something more…

Only to find that, thanks to the night’s embrace, I had only managed to kiss my vertically challenged brother on the forehead.

“I guess that’s a yes?” he asked as my shady silhouette pulled away, he sounded a bit disappointed…

I had no idea what he had in mind, but the thought of us being alone together kept me awake all through the rest of the night. My body refusing to lay still under the constant giddy bursts of excitement.

Then this morning… the Lair was empty…

Devoid of the smell of Mikey’s breakfast.

Robbed of the sound of Donatello’s tinkering.

I was speechless.

“Mornin’…” Raph emerged from the kitchen, offering me a glass of water and a slice of pale bread “…sorry, I still don’t know how the toaster works.” He looked back into the kitchen, “Which reminds me… we need a new toaster.” He chuckled to himself softly.

Though tired, he seemed to be in a good mood, still I couldn’t believe it…

“Where is everyone?” My question seemed to loose some of it’s urgency as I was gnawing on the
slice of bread he offered me.

Raph gave me a smile that was brimming with pride.
“There’re… out on a wild pigeon chase.” He stated proudly.
“You mean wild ‘goose’ chase?”
He chuckled. “Yeah… Sure.”
He reached out his hand, silently asking for mine, “So? You gonna help with breakfast or what?” His cocky grin only aided in inviting me to indulge in this rare opportunity.

We spent the morning unlike we had any other morning that came before:
Hopelessly failing at making breakfast without Mikey’s expertise.
Snooping around the garage without Donatello’s grimace.
Freely sparing in the dojo without Sensei’s guidelines.

Mistakes made were understood.

Words shared were genuine.

Wounds received were met with kind words and a soft touch.

Just the two of us.

It was… the best day. Ever.

I’d tell him that too. Saying how much I enjoyed it, how much I didn’t want it to end, he’d just give me that same crooked smile and say:
“…well we should just enjoy every second of it then.”

And when our limbs grew sick of training and we had lost interest in Donatello’s projects, we retired to the couch. Where I find myself now…
Listening for the end of our perfect day…
He could tell… my mind was elsewhere.

As the daylight that had somehow reached this deep refuge began to gleam with a scarlet flare, signaling that the sun was beginning to set, so too did our once cheerful expressions turn… almost bitter, under the heavy thought that this day was beginning to end…

‘… They’re gonna be home soon…’

The temptation to ask him… if he could make another day like this happen, was growing ever more alluring. But, looking at the saddened expression he tried to hide under the smile he gave me, I knew there’s no point in asking.

This day, it was the panicle of his efforts to see me happy…

I’ll treasure this day… these moments…

By his side, the paranoia that had caused my mood to harshen was finally beginning to fade. Eventually our family will return from whatever Raph had worked so hard to orchestrate, and this once off day will come to an end…

I slipped my hand into his as my head finally settled into the crevice under his chin.
Even if I never have another day like this… I’ll still have you…

“Thanks Raphie…”

…

“H-hey Leo…” As he spoke my name, there was a crack in his voice.
“Do…do you wanna make this day last a bit longer?”

“Huh?” I pushed myself up, curious as to what he had in mind.
There was a determined vigor that sparkled in his eyes as he took my hand firmly, the shade of red that painted his face had blended in with the crimson of his mask.

I didn’t even need to ask what he meant, his self control was so obviously wavering… then again… so was mine. I nodded, somewhat withdrawn, and as he leaned in a kiss took root that made my whole body shiver with anticipation.

He overtook me. Running his hand down my chest as our sweet kiss grew more lustful, more passionate. I couldn’t stop my body’s trembling. I was loosing myself to him, my vision blurring as the heat of our kiss seemed to have steam rising from where our breaks connected.

His hands grew bolder.

My churrs grew louder.

I wanted him closer, even closer. To experience the bliss I’ve only ever seen in the foggy reaches of my dreams…

But then…
Just as his soft caresses grew less and less innocent… he stopped.
Turning his head, as if he had heard some unnoticeable signal.
Leaving me in a state where I was so drunk off his sent I couldn’t speak, he listened for it again…

This time I heard something too… sounded like the coo of a pigeon.

Raphael released a sigh so deep, one could hear it more as a cry of disappointment.

“…they’re almost home Leo."

~Part 1: End~