Title: 100 Years

Summery: We were only fifteen. I wish I could say that we didn't know any better, but that would most certainly be a lie.

Warnings: Slash and incest, and unbetad.

Rating: PG-13, due to implications.

Word Count: 499.

Author's Note: Wrote it for the 100 member celebration contest at Turtlecest on LJ. Also, inspired by the song that shares this story's title. 100 Years by Five for Fighting.

Paring: Leo/Don

We were only fifteen. I wish I could say that we didn't know any better, but that would most certainly be a lie. Out of the four of us, the only four in the world, we two were probably the only ones who knew exactly what we were doing. He was too strong and serious to not know what he was getting into, and I was too smart and thorough. We knew what risks would be involved if we were to move our relationship beyond the borders of brotherhood into something more serious and intimate, and we chanced it anyway. We knew the chances that our father could find out and forbid it. We knew our brothers would catch us, and shun us. It would hurt too, to be forbidden and shunned by the only family who should understand.

But this world was too dark and sinister to not try it. We are one of a kind, unique even in multi-verse. We could not pursue relationships outside of the family due to the threat that already hanging over our heads on a daily basis. We could not, under good conscious, bring someone else into the lifestyle we are forced into, with our enemies lurking over every corner. And, even if we were to find more out there like us . . . I'm not sure I would want to.

Sure, I may have thought of him as a brother when we were growing up, but those times have past and now, in the lonely shadows of night, when our breath is shared along with the bed, I see him in a different light. He was no longer the serious and somewhat overbearing leader that ran battle strategies with me, but the giver of warmth and comfort. His hands that handled twin swords so well lost their precision and became clumsy as it caresses my skin. His eyes, once cold and steady, heat up as we lock eyes during our lovemaking. His body, so willing to shield us from darkly terrors, shields me in different way when the dark stops becoming dangerous and starts becoming welcomed.

Perhaps we are being selfish, turning to each other in what others might think in a sinful way, but if it was so wrong, then why would fate create only four mutant turtles with a dark future with no way of finding true happiness? I believe that fate gave me him so I could remember what warmth and light felt like, even during the darkest of times. And I will forever cherish every stolen moment I have had with him.

So while the daylight hours finds us in a position where we must hide who we truly are, the nighttime keeps us hidden still from those who do not understand. And while I cannot bear to lie to the only people who know and care about us, I would rather spend one hundred years in hiding, than to spend one more day without him.

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AN2: I left this story unbeta'd because I didn't want to change any of it, even though it maybe wrong. I needed the words to stay under 500...