I'm gonna need you too.

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Kissing…fucking…whatever 😜

WARNING: This story contains TCEST! Rating: M Pairing: LeoxRaph Setting: 2k3 Turtles Summary: A TCestuous continuation to Point of View.

Raph’s PoV

It felt strange, it was  something new but as awkward as it could have been, it felt nice.

Note: There’s art work to go along with this by the lovely @boturtles! Check it out!!

Time stood still, the world stopped turning. Raphael watched in horror as Leonardo, his Fearless Leader, was ruthlessly cut down. Blood spattered across the floor, Karai staring down at the fallen body, blade still poised. There was a brief look of shock marring her features.

“LEO! NOOOO!”

Michelangelo’s death had been horrendous, a tremendous blow to the family that had only recently set aside past grievances to work towards for the common good. To have seen his baby brother de-shelled by those Karai-bots, ruthlessly slaughtered with no mercy had been nearly impossible to stomach. Raphael hadn’t thought, just slashed and destroyed whatever was in his path in an attempt to assuage the pain. But in the end, nothing else matter save winning the day. To help Donnie succeed in purging the world of the evil that was the Shredder.

But to be forced to watch his past lover meet his demise?

He didn’t think as he raced at Karai, tackling her down to the floor. Didn’t register the pain when she flipped him into the glass display across the room. All Raphael could feel was the devastating torment of rage ripping apart his soul. The pain, the anguish unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t breathe, the agony crushing the life out of him.

There was no refinement in his fighting, no strategy, and it showed as he continued to use brute force against the woman that had murdered his lover. He wanted to end her life with his bare hands. Wanted to wear her blood and cut off her head as a trophy. He would avenge his brothers. He would avenge Leonardo!

The years had not been kind to him, however, and Karai had been kept in perfect condition. She would have been no use to the Shredder any other way. The mortal wound she inflicted upon him ensured that Raphael would never see another day in this world. But he did not care. Without Leonardo, what was the point? After everything that had passed between them, Raphael had always hoped there would be more time. A time to apologize, a time to make up. A time to prove his faithfulness and devotion. But that chance had been stolen away from him. He had nothing, now.

Refusing to be separated from his lover, Raphael clawed his way over to the still body, blood pooling out around the black coat. He would not die away from Leonardo. He would not die without at least trying to make amends, plead for understanding and forgivingness for his part in their feud. He would die beside his lover. Nothing else would do.

“Leo…Leo,” he groaned, reaching out to his lover before collapsing.

He’d made it.

Struggling for breath, Raphael managed to turn his head to face his brother. So pale. So still. He wanted to wrap the turtle up in his arms, to kiss him, plead with him to hang on. Tell him that everything was going to be okay. But he couldn’t move. The vision in his remaining eye was starting to dim, and the sound of the continuing battle raging around them began to fade to the background, forgotten.

Sorrow consumed him, freezing over the rage until he felt hallow. How could this have happened? They had finally been reunited. They had finally put their differences aside. They had finally worked together again. To have been able to see Leonardo again, to have touched him, to have heard his voice had been more wonderful than anything else in this wretched world. And now all his happiness had been taken away.

This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t! There were still so many things Raphael had to do yet, so many words he needed to say. Panting on the body of his lover, the taste of bitter regret mingled with the blood.

If he could do it all over again, he’d have held Leonardo tight, would have never let him go. He would have kissed the turtle every day as if it had been the first time, every time. Would have memorized the softness of his lips, the way hands ghosted over his face, holding him tenderly. Would have ensured their lovemaking was always passionate, filled with adoration.

Their relationship had always been passionate, whether for good or ill, ardor had always been thick between them. Tempers would flare, eyes flashed, but how beautiful Leonardo had been in those moments. If only he could have made love to him one more time, Raphael would have treasured his lover’s intensity. He would have told Leonardo how much he adored the sparks that flew between them.

If only he could go back, Raphael would beg forgiveness – for everything. If only he could have stopped Karai before she had stabbed him in the back like the coward she was. If only he had been watching Leonardo’s back better, he could have saved him! If only Leonardo hadn’t run off to play the damn hero! If only Raphael could have hidden him away, to keep him safe! If only…

If only.

“Leo,” he groaned in anguish.

“R-rrrrr,” came a softly muttered sound.

Raphael would have sobbed in relief if he’d had the energy. “I’m here,” he murmured, pleased to have mustered up the strength to reach out and trace his lover’s face. “I’m here.”

“I-I’m s-s-sorry.”

“No.” Raphael refused to listen to the apology. Not now. Not like this. After so many years of yearning to hear those words from his elder brother, Raphael found he had no use for them now. “No, d-don’t talk like that.”

“S-sorry,” Leonardo continued to whisper. “S-so so-rry.”

“Me too,” he choked, throat thick with emotion and blood. “I’m s-sorry.”

“R-Raph…I-I love…”

The confession tapered off into nothing. Panic coursed through the larger turtle. “Leo,” he muttered as urgently as he could. “Leo. LEO.”

But there was no reply. Leonardo’s lack of response was more horrifying to Raphael than the aspect of his own impending death.

Unsure what to do, still shocked that this was how they would meet their end, Raphael laid on his lover, tears streaming from his eye. He wasn’t sure if Leonardo had passed on or had fallen unconscious, but it didn’t matter. In an attempt to soothe, if he still could, he tried to nuzzle against Leonardo’s plastron, to offer what warmth he could despite the blood slowly draining away from his own body. “I’m here,” he repeated like a mantra. “I’m here.”

The battle ended, but that didn’t matter. Raphael didn’t even register the fact. He kept his focus on Leonardo, on the cold, cold body that he wished he could warm again. His own breathing became labored, his vision gone, but with his dying breath, Raphael muttered the absolute truth from the depths of his soul. “I l-love y-you…”

One world grew dark, Raphael passing into the next. There came a whispered promise to greet him, along with a warm smile from dark eyes.

LeoRaph Week #Day7: I’m Here ____

For LeoxRaph week, made by @sakycchan​

Day 7: I’m here

word count: 1627 Rating: R/M for blood, gore, graphic situations, character death. Universe: Omegaverse Summary:  This contains SPOILERS and FORESHADOWING.  If you are following Omegaverse and don’t want to know what happens to the turtles until I write it, don’t read!  While this may not be exactly what happens in the Omegaverse series, this is very close to what I’m planning.  Note that this is NOT for the faint of heart.

The final day and the final chapter, it’s shorter than the others! I’m just sad the week is over.

Chapter seven: ‘ I’m here ‘ Can be found here:

Day 7: I’m Here cover

This will be a comic. @dashtumbles was nice enough to help me with a script. It was supposed to be really short, but got longer than I intended lol so I’ll post the first page today and then as I finish them. 

Leo/Raph Week Prompt: I’m here

He didn’t know how he got here. He just knew it was dark and he was alone. He shouldn’t be alone, though, right? There should be someone else beside him. He could feel their absence more strongly than he could feel his fear about this unknown place. Why couldn’t he remember who he was missing? And perhaps more importantly, where were they?

Universe: TMNT 2012 Rating: M/R Summary: Leo having a bad nightmare. Pairing: Raphael/Leonardo Contains: Tcest, angst, major character death, nightmare, fluff Word Count: 570

This is made for the LeoRaphWeek made by @sakycchan

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Leonardo never had troubles facing against his fears in real life. True, sometimes he needed strenght and courage and of course some help from his father or his brothers, but he always defeated his fears. He thought once he prevailed over his fears, nothing can stop him. But he was wrong.

Leo let out a long yawn. Watching the TV all night made him tired.

Day 6: Return

Day 6 Return

Leo returning home to his beautiful fiance and just relaxing. Raph is just so content and he can’t help but be awake no matter how late he get’s home still looking for them naaaaaaames though. 

BTW one more time this is just for LeoxRaph week not in Bound Secrets

How could things have gotten so bad?

Gazing out over the broken sea of desolation, the shining visage that had once been New York City was no more. Skyscrapers lay in toppled ruin, decimated vehicles sitting forgotten and rusted upon crumbling freeways. Grime from debris and fires that still blazed from buildings constantly collapsing clogged the air, a perpetual grey smog hanging over the city, blotting out the sun.

And it was all his fault.

Closing his eye, pushing away too painful memories that still plagued his mind, the large terrapin hardened his heart, continuing on his way. He was on no missions save the ones he gave himself. Every day he scouted new areas of wreckage in attempt to find survivors. The Shredder’s reach had grown long over the years, his control spreading throughout the East Coast, having little concern for people. Any survivors where either rounded up and placed into work camps or torn apart by patrol bots. Raphael had failed in just about every other way, he refused to sit by and do nothing if someone needed his help now.

It was nearing night, the grey slowly blackening. It would be another hour or so before he wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Any light that might be used to help purge the darkness would only attract the Foot bots while out in the open. Searching would resume tomorrow. He was just about to call it quits and head for what passed as a camp in a hallowed out portion of what had probably been an office building that had collapsed, when a figure approached through the gloom.

Sai were out and in hand almost instantly, more from instinct than fear of threat. From the way the figure moved, Raphael could tell it wasn’t a Foot bot. It lacked the certainty in its motions, and it was incorrectly shaped. It could be a survivor, but the turtle waited stalk still as it continued its careful approach. While it might not be a Foot bot, that didn’t mean that the thing was friendly either. It could be one of those damn rebels, lost from one of their ridiculous scouting missions, or it could be some rogue like him, neither affiliated with Shredder’s forces or the rebellion.

And so he waited. As the figure approached, the shape slowly became more recognizable. Familiar. Every muscle in Raphael’s body stiffened as the well-known presence cautiously picked its way ever closer. The long black trench coat covered the form almost completely, while a pair of rounded sunglasses covered the eyes. There was very little green exposed save around the face, and the hilts of the katana, once proud red and gold, had long since been blackened.

But none of that mattered to Raphael as he stood frozen in place, throat closing, as he watched the last person he thought he’d ever see again coming his way.

Leo…

When they were roughly twenty-five yards away from one another, Leonardo’s stumbling shuffle ceased. He stood tall, perfectly erect, the wind blowing his long trench coat, before quick as a flash, katana were in hand, posture defensive. Raphael watched, amazed, as his body tensed waiting for a fight.

The two stood silently, so close, yet so far from one another. Weapons were poised in calloused hands, yet neither moved. The wind whistled as the tension built. Uncertainty hung between them, nervousness, and the beginnings of frustrated anger.

“I know you’re there,” his voice whispered along in the wind, a deceptively gentle caress to the ears. It had been far too long since Raphael had last heard that voice.

Tears stung his remaining eye, a sob wanting to force itself from up his throat, but Raphael refused to let it. Finally out of shock, the large turtle stumbled forward. His movements could have been quiet, nearly silent, but out of some form of respect – he wasn’t even sure what kind – he allowed his steps to be heavy. He wanted Leonardo to hear him coming. He didn’t want to surprise him.

The moment he heard movement, Leonardo spun towards the source of the sound, katana still in hand, waiting stiffly for the other to come. Perhaps it would have been wise, certainly would have been for the best, if he announced himself, but Raphael couldn’t find his voice. Just seeing him again… so many feelings were stirred up, he wasn’t certain what would have come from his lips had he dared voice a sound.

As he drew closer, he made sure to slowly, loudly sheathing his sai. Leonardo’s head cocked slightly to the side at the noise, whether consciously or not, and it was clear he was concentrating on Raphael. Of them all, the elder turtle had always been the most talented fighting in the dark, had always had the best senses. How much better had he gotten now, forced to rely on all but sight?

He was only about five feet from him, and only then did Leonardo’s defensive posture crack. Slowly, painfully slowly, the other turtle stood up a bit straighter, katana cautiously lowering. Up close, Raphael could see that the years had been hard on the old leader. Where once there was confidence and hope, was now only wariness and bitter acceptance. There were more scars littering his face and Raphael was quite certain there were more other places he could not see. Yet to his eye, even after perceiving the hardness in Leonardo’s features and the shallowness of his cheek, he was beautiful.

Still.

Always.

“R-Raph?” his voice quivered. “Raphael?”

Without another thought, the red banded turtle threw himself at Leonardo, hugging him close, devouring his lips. Regret, fear, pain, loss, longing, everything poured out of him in that one searing kiss. He held his brother flush against him, never wanting to let go. He’d been an utter fool to let him go, but not again. Never again. He couldn’t bear it. He wouldn’t survive.

Despite the bitter anger between them, they clung to each other helplessly, kissing desperately as though if they stopped, the world would be lost. How long had Raphael yearned for this? How many nights did he wake up devastated, realizing Leonardo was no longer with him? That he was gone? Forever?

When the two finally pulled away, Raphael took a moment to drink in the sight of his lover. A soft smile the elder would never see graced the big turtle’s lips, and before he could stop himself, Raphael was nuzzling Leonardo’s neck with his beak. A divine churr was pulled from the elder’s throat, sending fire pulsing through the larger ninja’s veins.

Nipping at the neck, one hand snaking up from around his waist to run thick fingers over his cheek and lips, Raphael rumbled hotly, “Come with me.”

The shudder that ran through Leonardo’s body was gorgeous, a churr of appreciation emanating from the big turtle’s chest. Raphael pulled away just enough to watch the other ninja sheathed his katana. Once the swords were away, he was right back in front of his lover, kissing along his neck, biting. A moan drew up from the former leader’s throat, and Raphael knew what his answer would be.

Taking his hand, Raphael led his lover to his camp. The going was slower than it might have been had it just been Raphael. The way was rough and he had to make sure Leonardo wouldn’t trip. No words passed between them, but none were truly needed. Neither wished for the mood to be broken by a careless thought.

When they finally made it, Raphael led his lover deep within the building, and started a small fire. Gently he pushed Leonardo down on the collection of blankets he still possessed. The sight of him there, slowly sitting down atop the blankets, willingly setting aside his weapons, took Raphael’s breath away. The fact that he was here, that he had come with Raphael at all after everything that had happened, was nothing short of amazing.

Leaning down on top of him, another rumbling churr crawled up the younger’s throat as he began kissing. “Damn,” he whispered against Leonardo’s throat as he sighed. “Yer so… beautiful.”

And he meant it. There was nothing quite as wondrous to him as Leonardo. How someone could be so lovely yet deadly. How he had been so innocent, yet worldly. The world had certainly taken its hits on him, the once optimistic and caring leader of their siblings was gone, leaving behind a worn, harsh figure in his place. Yet as Raphael kissed him now, as he listened to his throaty moans and breathy churrs, he saw glimpses of the boy he had fallen in love with quite against his own will so many years ago. Leo was still there, in this battle beaten veteran.

His Leo.

Before either of them knew it, their coats were off, Raphael’s bandana and Leonardo’s glasses. Even clouded over and sightless, one eye starting to wander slightly towards the center, the blue orbs were still beautiful. The once shadowy darkness was now a bit lighter, a bit greyer, but still as expressive and turbulent as ever. They still held the same mysteries, the same dangerous adventure that made Raphael want to stare into them forever. How perfect he was, even now, even scarred and nearly broken.

Perfect.

When he was sheathed inside of his lover, Leonardo’s sharp gasp and strong grip on his arms had Raphael stilling. How he had missed this. The warmth, the tightness, but most of all, the completion. It had felt as though he’d been living these past years without an arm. He’d been crippled without Leonardo, without touching him, feeling him, hearing his voice.

Without consent, tears streamed from his remaining eye. Everything was just so intense. The physical sensations, the emotional. Leonardo was here. Right here with him. He was in his arms, Raphael heard him, smelled him, felt him. After all these years he was here with Raphael, at this moment, moving with him, allowing the younger to penetrate him, kissing him, and wrapping his legs around Raphael, wanting more.

How lovely he was. Especially in these moments, when he held nothing back. When he took just as much as he gave.

It didn’t last long. How could it? They were both so wound up from everything that had wordlessly passed between them. Neither had anticipated finding the other today, or ever again, and to suddenly come across them…There were too many feelings, too many sensations. Raphael came with a roar, Leonardo letting out a low moan as he lay under his lover trembling.

He didn’t get off of the elder turtle immediately, spent and sated and tired. Leonardo didn’t push him away. Instead, shaky hands traced up his arms, leaving trails of fire in their wake, until they came to Raphael’s face. Tenderly Leonardo stroked his lover’s cheeks before gentle fingers began outlining the ridges and curves of the face. Raphael allowed him, wanting him to ‘see’. The probes went all along his face, his head, before landing on his neck and rubbing away any lasting tension that might have gathered there.

A sigh escaped the massive terrapin as he slowly, reluctantly rolled off of his lover, keeping him firmly within his grasp. Leonardo allowed himself to be guided and pulled until he was wrapped around Raph as he laid on his shell. The feeling of his head resting on the crook of his shoulder, his arm around him, brought a smile to the large turtle’s lips, causing him to lean over and kiss the jade temple.

They talked about the future after that. Or at least Raphael did. He couldn’t stop himself. Just seeing Leonardo again, being with him, it made the hothead believe that things could get better. That they would get better. Leonardo was here with him now. As long as he had him, he was complete. He could do anything.

Talking gave way to more love making, more tender yet more desperate. Raphael did not understand it. Leonardo’s actions felt despairing, and he could not fathom why. Was he still in doubt of Raphael’s feelings? That this was real? He encouraged the older ninja as they made love, touched him gently, kissed him, pouring everything he had into his actions. Quiet, secret whispers for his ears only passed over Raphael’s lips, murmuring words of affection he would normally never say.

“I love you.”

Afterwards, when they were once more curled up against one another, enfolded in each other’s arms, exhausted, Raphael felt his lover shaking. He was crying, his silent tears warm and wet on Raphael’s chest. And he held Leonardo as he wept, the stress of the last several years finally leaving the former leader’s body, Raphael supposed. He himself had cried too that night. It was a beautiful night, one of reintroduction and new beginnings together. They would purge themselves of the anguished past separated, focus now on one another. Forever.

Sleep stole over the tired turtles, and Raphael wasn’t sure he’d ever slept so well in his life. Certainly the best he had in the last several years. His body was completely relaxed and he felt so at peace, a smile on his face. Having his lover in his arms as he slept, feeling his warmth was the greatest sensation in the world. The completion left him truly sated and honestly happy.

But hours later, when the sun was beginning to rise and the blackness had once again given way to grey, Raphael woke cold.

And very much alone.

Sitting up in a panic, he searched for his lover, only to discover that he was gone. There was no trace of him save the scent of their nightly activities to haunt him. The blankets beside him were cold. But unable to believe that Leonardo was really gone, he stood and looked around the building, running out into the open without his coat or mask.

When the frosty, dusty air hit him, he was met with nothing but grey. The area was as silent as the grave, the only sights those of the demolished buildings and broken pieces of the city. The dark figure he’d seen in the distance yesterday was nowhere in sight. There was no sound, nothing to suggest that there was any life here save himself.

As unexpectedly as he had returned, Leonardo was gone.

His Leo was gone.

Hurt, betrayal, and sorrow warred within him, fighting for dominance as his eye roved about the city wildly. He couldn’t believe it. Had he dreamt the entire night? But no, Leonardo’s scent still lingered on Raphael’s skin, his kisses still burned Raphael’s lips. He had been here, but he had…gone.

Rage flooded the large turtle’s veins, his breathing coming out in quick gasps. There were tears streaming from his eye, helplessly falling. Clutching his massive hands into fists, he screamed out his pain, not caring who heard, hoping that his voice would carry on the wind so that he would hear. So that he would know his fury. So that he might feel regret and pain knowing that Raphael was angry with him, that he would not easily forgive him in the future.