TMNTcest: Touch My Tenders

WARNING: TURTLECEST

"Hey Donnie."

Something about Raph's tone made Don tear his eyes away from the computer screen. Eye ridges furrowed and hand spasmodically scraping against the door frame, Raphael seemed to be bothered by something.

"Yes?"

"I uh… got to read something. A book. And… I didn't really… Do ya know what's Schrödinger's cat?"

"Of course," Donatello replied. "A silent cat closed in a box. So long as you don't look inside, it is both dead and alive because there's no way of telling which is correct. Why are you asking me about it?"

"Like I said, I read a book…"

"What book?"

"Look Don, I just need to know something." Raphael gripped the door frame.

"What?"

"I… That cat. Does a person have a right to open the box?"

Donatello turned to his brother fully, leaning back in his chair. "That's an interesting question. I wouldn't expect it from you of all people."

Raphael shook his head. "Do ya?" he urged. "Do ya have the right to open the box if it means deciding the cat's fate? 'Cause if ya do and the cat's dead, then you killed it… 'Cause it had a chance before that, and now… it's just dead. So should ya open that box?"

Donatello rubbed his chin. "If I were you, I'd probably ask the cat."

Raphael stilled, eyes glazing. He chuckled. "Ask the cat, ya say."

"Why are you asking?" Donatello repeated.

Raph fidgeted with his sais. "I know how a cat can be both alive and dead. It's like… it's alive in my head, but in reality it might as well be dead. And if I let it out, if I open my head… it may die. So does a turtle have a right to do that?"

Slowly Donatello said: "I think I know what you mean."

Raphael looked at him hopefully. "Really? I don't have to say it out loud?"

Donatello shook his head. "I have the same cat in my head too," he smiled.

Raph heaved a sigh. Walking to Donatello, he bent over and hesitantly hugged him. Don returned the hug, savouring his brother's heat. After a few minutes he nudged him to sit on his lap.

Raphael buried his face in the hollow of Donatello's neck and winded his arms around Don's head. "This feels really good," he mumbled.

"Yeah," Don sighed. He rubbed his brother's shell in small circles and he watched as Raphael relaxed in response. Then the hot-head pulled away enough to gaze into Don's eyes.

"Touch my tenders," he all but whimpered, brushing his throat with his fingertips. Donatello tightened his arms around Raph and, gently, he planted a kiss on the side of Raphael's neck. The turtle sighed and moaned. Donatello kept kissing and nibbling the green flesh, encouraged by the sounds Raphael was making.

"We should take this to my bed," Don muttered.



"…And that was how Raphie became a mommy," Donatello finished his story with a wide grin.