RYW 9

The crowd was hollering... Raph's legs felt like they would give in under him, but that would have been too embarrassing. Steadying his steps, he climbed down from the podium, Leo following close behind. He shyly waved at the fans, his face as red as his shirt. Once back at the bar he got hugs from both Mike and Don, and be it because of his nerves, he even returned the action. Leo watched him, then approached the bar and signaled to Usagi for a glass of water.

"Switching ta water already, ya lightweight?" Raph snickered.

"Ha... Well you heard my boss... Come tomorrow there will be no more... Slaking." Leonardo gulped his water halfway down. "I suggest you guys do the same... Especially you, Mikey."

Michelangelo had the biggest grin in history across his mug. He was obviously a little past the tipsy stage. "Got it, dude... Off the booze. I had my fun tonight..." Mikey nudged Donnie who started giggling. He was also a bit intoxicated.

"Well, since you're all wrapping it up I'll mind as well do tha same. Just need to use the restroom first." Raph started towards the crowded area to the public restrooms. As soon as he got close enough the girls went wild, trying to get past the bodyguards to get to him. "Wow, girls, chill!" He was forced to take a step back in order of not getting his shirt pulled.

"Haha... Looks like they think you're one of us..." Donnie poked fun at his brother.

"Don't worry. You can use our private restroom. Come on... Follow me." Leonardo led the way, Usagi's eyes never leaving him. Raph noticed how attentive the white rabbit was being... It made those possessive feelings resurge once more. Not only did he obediently follow Leo, but he made sure to make eye contact with the angry bartender right before he turned the corner. Usagi was so pissed he accidentally dropped a glass cup into his ice bucket... The glass broke, making his job that much difficult for the night.

(Note: When glass breaks in a bar it is impossible to differentiate what is ice and what are shards, making it dangerous to serve anyone without first emptying the whole ice compartment, cleaning it and then refilling once more... It is a bartender's nightmare, specially when in the middle of a busy shift.)

When Raph turned to follow Leo, he found that he had lost sight of the leader. He stopped and looked around for a moment before taking a few more steps forward. Suddenly, he felt something strong push him against the wall. "You think I'm sexy...?" Leo's breath tickled his jaw line when he whispered. Their plastrons met in a loud crackle. Raph froze instantly.

"Well aren't we conceited..." It was a statement, not a question.

Leo chuckled softly. "I'm warning you, big boy... Not the best idea to fall for me."

Raphael's blood started to boil. "Who sed I'm falling for ya...?" He pushed his body forward, grinding his plastron harder against Leo's, earning him a low gasp. "Matter fact, if I recall things right, yer the one who happens ta be everywhere I turn to..." He grinded harder, lightly touching the side of his face on Leo's head.

Leo didn't budge. "Coincidences..." He leaned his head back, exposing his face and neck to the taller turtle.

"Don't believe in 'em..." Raph's eyes became hooded. His voice almost a low growl as he trailed up Leo's neck closely but without touching.

Leo's eyes met Raph's, both of them screaming lust to each other. They're faces started to come closer, Raphael's eyes closed first. Just when their lips lightly touched, Leo pulled back taking two steps away from the wall. "You're welcomed..." He pointed towards a closed door, and walked off.

Raphael was left in a daze. His lower plastron aching with the pressure of his hidden erection. He looked around to make sure Leo hadn't pulled back because of an unannounced spectator, and once that was clear, his anger boiled over. "THAT MOTHERFUCKER, PIECE OF SHIT, TWAT FACED, SON OF A BITCH!!!!!" He punched the door open, unzipped his pants getting ready to relief himself... But his erection was beyond control. He took a deep breath... "COCK SUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He then stomped out of the building through a back door.

Leo stood outside in the front. His eyes fell to the floor, clenching his teeth, he was trying his best to calm the throb between his legs. "Hey, toitle boy." That disgusting voice cooled him in a nano second. "Boss wants ta see ya, on the double." Rocksteady was calling to him from the front passenger seat in an all black Lexus. Leonardo obediently walked to the car, opened the back door and stepped in.

"He is more wild than what you made him out to be." Shredders voice hissed at him. "Oh the joy I will experience when breaking him..."

Leo's breath caught. His hands felt cold. "H-he's not ready yet."

"I will be the one to decide that." If there was something Shredder despised was to be told what to do.

"Please, forgive me, master... But he truly is not ready... Please... Allow me to... Soften him a bit for you." Leo did his best to sound nonchalant. His mind was racing with conflicting thoughts: was he really going to serve Raphael on a silver platter to this despicable being in order to save his own shell...? Could he be so heartless...? Images of his father on a hospital bed started to flow his mind. With a calm breath, he eased his thoughts. He needed to do this... Before Shredder grew tired of him and took away his capability of taking care of Splinter. He had no choice.

"Hmm, very well boy. Soften him to your discretion... But know that I grow impatient... How exactly do you plan on sating me for the meantime..." It was not a question, more of a command.

"Thank you, master..." Leonardo leaned towards Oroku Saki, his tensed lips meeting his, suppressing the dire need to pull back, he slowly kissed them. As Oroku groaned, Leo felt nausea creeping up, tears starting to form under his eyelids. Then Raph came to his mind. His raspy voice, his smile, his touch, his scent... His soft lips. Leo found himself embracing the evil man with all his passion... Only the one he was truly kissing was the sweet emerald-green terrapin who had spiked something in him.

Saki wasted no time in getting what he wanted. Ripping Leonardo's clothes off he pinned his face against the leather seats and dug his cock in his ass. Leo hissed in pain. No matter how many times he was taken, it was always the same. At that moment he allowed himself to cry; Saki took pleasure whenever he saw tears roll down his cheeks while having sex. "You are mine, boy. Regardless of what is to come you will always carry with you the fact that I own you. Imagine what your father would think... He would probably die if he saw you now... Hahaha... Maybe we should arrange a private show for dear old Splinter-Sama..."

Leo bit his lips so hard he made them bleed. He stayed quiet. He knew the Shredder's games all to well to fall for them.

"Does it hurt, boy? Does it sting?" Shredder felt Leo's body tense under him, sending him into a fuck frenzy to seek release. But he wouldn't cum just yet...

"I-it hurts...!" Leo finally let out. It was only then that the Japanese sadist released his seed deep into Leo's hole.

Panting softly, Shredder cleaned himself off. He ordered the driver to pull over. "Out. I will stay in touch."

Leo was thrown out of the car by Rocksteady, clenching onto his mangled clothes for cover. He wasn't sure where he was, but he rather be lost than to stay for one more second in the presence of such an evil being.

Walking towards the main avenue, Leo started thinking again. What would his father think of him if he was to find out? What would his band mates do? And Raph... He shook his head. He couldn't think like that. His father's wellbeing was at stake. "Forgive me, father..." He hailed a cab as soon as he saw one, asking to be dropped off at a close by motel. He refused to head home looking the way he was, and besides he desperately needed a shower.

Raphael slammed the door shut. He made his way to the living room and turned the tv on. All of a sudden, Casey Jones appeared out of his room screaming while holding a baseball bat in his hands. "Tha fack ya gonna do with that stick, ya meat-head?!"

"Fuck, Raph! What's the big deal! Slamming doors and shit!" Casey argued.

"Not in the mood, Case..."

"Oh yeah!? Well ya know what I ain't in the mood for? Being woken up like if the building is collapsing around me!"

"Ain't mah fault yer a pussy."

"What did ya call me...?"

Raph slowly turned his head to face Casey. "Pu-ssy."

"That's it!" Casey jumped over the back of the couch and got Raph in a headlock, Raph braised his legs forward bending over enough for Casey to go flying forward. He then stood on top of his human friend and stared punching his chest. Casey covered himself and was able to hit Raph hard on his shell with his knees, making him stumble forward, allowing Casey to grab his thick neck one more time. Raphael stood up flinging Casey's body over his shoulder, but Casey held on tightly. Not being able to pry his fingers open, Raph slammed his back against a wall, pinning Casey in-between. Casey lost his breath and let go of Raph who gasped for air. Heaving, the human braised himself to keep going.

"Alright alright, I'm done I'm done!" Raphael flung his arms in the air.

Casey lowered his fists and with a side smirked he addressed his best friend. "So, what happened that ya got yer panties in a bunch?"

Raphael growled.

"Alright, bro. Glad to have helped. Try and sleep a little. Ape is coming in a few to bring some boxes over."

"Boxes?" Raphael turned to his yawning friend.

"Ya man. She invited me ta move in together..." Casey's face lit up with a huge grin.

"Get the fack outta here! Congrats, kid!" Raph stood up and hugged his friend. "Bout time ya two got serious." Casey chuckled gleefully as he went back into his room. Raph sat back down, thinking on how far his friends had come since they had met back in high school when Casey accidentally broke an expensive vase in April's uncle's antique shop. He had been forced to work all summer to pay off his debt, but little had he known that he would come to know April O'Neil, the red-head who stole his heart.

He then thought of Leonardo. His temper had eased a lot from the release Casey provided, but he still couldn't quite get his head around things... What the fuck was Leo's deal? He could have sworn the signals had been there... What games was this jackass playing at...?