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Leo and Raph, two halves of a whole, take care of each other.

Day 13: Omorashi/Sounding/Sadomasochism

Title taken from the song Make Me Fade by K.Flay", "writing": "It's bitch o' clock, as Raph likes to think of it. He and his prey have been circling each other all day, exchanging biting comments and fiery looks. The bitch has been fucking [i]teasing[/i] him, with every wag of his tail and ripple of his hips, playing oh-so-innocent the way he always does.\n\nWell, it's Raph's turn to play now. He knew what was coming ever since dinner, when he reached out with one big toe to casually brush his finger along his brother's thighs. And lo and behold, his bitch had opened his legs like the little slut he is, letting Raph trace the curve of his inner thigh. He probably would have let Raph fuck him with his foot right there and then.\n\nBut Raph doesn't give him that. He's got restraint, unlike some people. So he'd just given a stiff little nod and after dinner he'd sauntered off to his room, turned on some music--something loud enough to muffle sounds from inside the room, but not so loud that it wouldn't prevent him from hearing his bitch's whimpers and moans.\n\nAnd not so loud that he can't hear the slow, resistant knock on the door. Raph nods to himself, satisfied. \"Get in here,\" he barks.\n\nHe doesn't look up when the bitch comes in, keeping his eyes on his magazine. It's a porn mag, filled with big-titted women and loud, muscly men, the farthest thing from his brother he could find. He was touching himself casually when the knock came and doesn't cover himself, just lets the bitch stand there in awkward silence.\n\nWhen he feels like he's made his prey wait long enough, Raph tosses the magazine onto the table, hard enough to make the bitch flinch. He lets him get a good look, remind the high-and-mighty brat that Raph's got options. He doesn't need this, not really, no matter what his aching cock or his lifetime of fantasies say.\n\nHe swaggers up from the bed, giving his bitch a nice, long look at his cock. Raph's big, the biggest one in the family, and he knows it. The bitch knows it too--it's why he comes crawling back to him so often, sick and lovey with need.\n\nThe bitch tenses ever so slightly as Raph circles behind him, resisting every instinct that tells him not to leave his back unprotected. He's got a warrior's training, sure, but he isn't a warrior tonight. He's Raph's pretty little cocksleeve, and the only training that's worth shit is what Raph's given him.\n\nRaph rests a hand on his brother's shoulder, squeezing hard. The bitch keeps his eyes fixed ahead, like a good boy. He'll have plenty of time for admiring Raph later, appreciating how lowly he is in the face of Raph's magnificence.\n\n\"Lookin good, Fearless,\" Raph purrs.\n\n \n\n\"Strip.\"\n\nHe does as he's told, slow and careful. Piercing eyes roam over the treasures hidden under his wrappings, his belts, his mask. There's a swirl of bruises and bite marks, rope burns and bloody, ripped-off scales.\n\nMost of them are old now, fading. They heal far too quickly, all of them, and with every day the pain got lesser Leo felt the hunger in his belly grow, the harder it became to bear everything else.\n\nLeading is always so much easier when he's filling this [i]need[/i], the one that's followed him since he was young. It's been a part of him through all those fights where every hit Raph landed and every curse he spat made something warm grow in his belly. \n\nKarai taught him not to be afraid of it, this strangeness. But she never hungered for his pain the way Raph does, in this way that makes Leo want to cut himself open and give and give.\n\n\"Look at you.\" A dark, thoughtful purr. That big, strong hand scrapes down his side, squeezes his ass, drags a wicked nail across his slit. \"Marked up like a whore.\" He blushes at the word, even though it's true.\n\n\"Oh, look at that. Is she shy? I can fix that.\" A rough finger scrapes between his cheeks and he cries out. \"No, now, none of that. You've taken more, haven't you?\" Silence. The finger jabs deeper. \"Haven't you?\"\n\n\"Y-yes!\"\n\n\"That's it. Good little bitch knows her place, right?\" Approval. Leo starts to sag in relief.\n\n\"Right.\"\n\nThe finger is yanked out of him abruptly, slaps against his hip. \"Then what the fuck is this, then?\"\n\nWhat? \"I-I don't--\"\n\n\"Don't fucking play me. This bite ain't mine. You fucking with the others, you stuck up whore? Playing their freaky little games?\"\n\n\"I didn't! I'd never!\"\n\n\"You calling me a liar?\" The hand slides down and squeezes his tail, yanks hard. Leo screams, relishing the fire spiraling through his nerves, burning out all his ugly thoughts. \"You callin' me a liar, bitch?!\"\n\n\"I'm not! I swear, I--\"\n\n\"Fuck your swearing. Bitches don't get to swear. Who'd believe 'em?\" His tail is wound tight and cruel around a callused palm that tugs, sending him staggering towards the bed with an unholy screech. \"They'd say anythin' for a good screw.\"\n\n \n\nHe shoves the bitch onto the bed, watching him scramble away as best he can with bruises already forming on his poor tender tail. Raph's own tail twitches at the sight, thwapping eagerly against his leg as his heart pounds raw and hungry in his chest.\n\n\"Who was it?\" he asks. \"Karai talk you into spreadin' your legs again? Or did Mikey get a fuckin' STD so you had to play puppy for Don?\" He knows it's not any of them, of course--no one's mouth gets on his bitch, but his. And yet the fear and pain on that pretty face is so fucking sweet.\n\n\"No one,\" Leo says. \"No one, but you.\" He looks up at Raph beseechingly, and damn if he can't put on puppy dog eyes just as good as Mikey's when he wants to. \"It's always you, Raph.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" Raph says, hefting his cock like the weapon of mass destruction it is. He beckons and Leo scoots closer, starting to close his eyes, only to open them again immediately. Smart bitch. Raph had threatened to spank Leo silly with his own sword blade if he caught him closing his eyes again, and he meant it.\n\nHe slaps his cock across his brother's face once, twice, three times, knocking Leo back and forth like a fucking rag doll. It's gonna leave a massive bruise, and he's gonna get so cute and growly about it, and Raph won't give a shit because it feels [i]great[/i].\n\n\"You know why I did that?\" he asks.\n\nLeo swallows, touching his tender cheek. \"Because you wanted to.\"\n\n\"That's it.\" Raph reaches out and squeezes, hard, wrenching free a whimper. \"Because I fucking wanted to. It don't matter if you've been locked up tighter'n a nun or if you've been sellin' yourself to every fuckwad in town, I'm still gonna beat the fuckin' shit out of ya whenever I want.\"\n\nHis hand blurs out, seizing Leo's chin and digging in with bruising. fingers. \"Now, what's yer fuckin' safe word?\"\n\n\"R-Ryan.\" Leo's eyes dart around, unable to meet his.\n\nRaph out a big belly laugh. \"That's it. You don't get ta jack off to that pansy anymore without thinkin' of me.\" His grip tightens even more. \"And what do ya do when you've got a cock down your throat or you're chokin' on a rubber ball like a whore?\"\n\nLeo shivers at the imagery, but obediently lifts his foot and thumps it on the blankets, twice.\n\n\"That's it.\" Raph shoves him away, back onto the bed. \"Face down, ass up, and get that pretty little tail high. Daddy's gonna a give ya a real poundin' tonight.\"\n\n \n\nLeo pushes his face into the pillow, trembling with anticipation. He pushes his throbbing cheek into the pillow, relishing the ache, the debasing arc of his body that leaves his ass dangling in the air.\n\nIt's no position for a leader, which is good because Leo isn't a leader right now. He's just a lump of pitiful, squealing meat for his younger brother to fuck. And God help him, but there's some days this is the only way he can bear to feel.\n\nHe's lifting his tail as high as he can, but Raph still gives it a yank, chuckling when Leo squeals.\n\n\"Mmm,\" he purrs, dragging his nails down Leo's rear. \"Nice and soft. Didn't know what I was talkin' about when I called you a hardass.\" He's still chuckling at his own joke when he shoves a finger right up inside Leo, scraping against his dry hole.\n\n\"Gah!\" Leo lets out a wail, fingers twisting in the blankets as the world breaks into exquisite flashes of [I]pain pain pain[/I]. \"R-Raph....\"\n\n\"Hush, babydoll,\" Raph croons, dragging his finger back and forth, back and forth, each movement triggering a new burst of agony. \"It's okay. You've spent enough time on my dick, you could take Donnie's bo dry if I let ya.\"\n\nLeo shakes his head frantically. \"Raph, please, I need lube, I--\"\n\n\"Ya don't need anythin' cept what I give ya,' ' Raph growls, curling his finger ever so slightly. \"Ya think I can't do it? Ya saying I ain't man enough to work a bitch open on my cock?\"\n\n\"I...\" Leo shakes his head. He knows, logically, that Raph can't take him dry. It'd probably hurt them both like hell and there'd be blood, tearing. At best they'd have an embarrassing visit to Donnie and at worst there'd be serious damage.\n\nHe knows this, and Raph knows it too. And now that he thinks about it, the finger really isn't that far inside him. More like a test than an actual declaration of purpose.\n\nSo as quietly, secretly tempting as the idea of being utterly destroyed like that is, it can't really be what Raph wants. Which means it can't be what Leo gives him, either.\n\n\"Please,\" he begs, letting a bit of a whine slip into his voice. \"Please give me lube. You're so strong...\" He pushes back onto his brother's finger as much as he dares. \"You'd mess me up bad, and I wouldn't be able to have anything in me for weeks.\"\n\nA beat. \"Izzat so?\" Raph growls. The finger rips out of him suddenly and Leo sucks in a breath. Raph smacks him across the tail, the pain shooting through his body and directly into his cock.\n\n\"Well, then prep yourself bitch.\" Leo starts to roll off the bed and Raph yanks his tail so hard tears come to his eyes. \"The fuck are you goin'? You don't get off the bed 'til my say so.\"\n\nLeo looks back at him, confused. \"We need lube, I don't--\"\n\n\"We got lube.\" Raph drags a hand down Leo's tail, to the growing bulge in his plastron. \"Do I have to do all the work around here?\" Leo swallows and starts to touch himself, but his brother leans forward to grab him by the neck, fingers digging into the sensitive nerves that Leo helped him find.\n\n\"C'mere.\" He yanks Leo forward while the other hand keeps a firm grip on his legs. Leo lets out a cry as he's pulled, his spine stretched almost--but not quite--to its limit.\n\nThen he's looking up between his own thighs at his brother's smirk. \"I wanna see your face,\" Raph says sweetly. \"So I know ya ain't thinking of anyone else.\"\n\n \n\nIf Raph's being honest with himself, the humiliation on his bitch's face is almost as exquisite as the pain. He's blushing so badly as he peers up at Raph, unable to look away, even as one hand awkwardly reaches up to stroke and prod at his slowly opening slit.\n\nRaph's always loved the sight of a frightened, embarrassed face peering up at him. For so long, it was only Donnie and Mikey who caved, who chanted whatever Raph wanted them to and sniffled until Splinter or Leo broke it up. Leo, though, he soaked up Raph's punches without so much as a tear.\n\nIt was only when they were older, when the adrenaline rush of victory turned into something very different, that Raph learned how to make this big bro cave. Not in the dojo or the battlefield, no. You could smash Leo's fingers in, peel him out of his shell, and he wouldn't give a murmur.\n\nBut here, Raph is king. And that's more than enough for him and his throbbing dick.\n\nHe keeps it in check, though. He gives the little princess time to reveal her cock, a cute little thing that just barely touched Leo's face when it spilled out of the slit.\n\n\"You ain't gotten any bigger since last time, huh, Leo?\" he asks, shaking his head in mock sorrow. \"Shoulda eaten more vegetables when you were wrong.\" Leo somehow manages to turn even more red, his cock already starting to stiffen as he reaches for it with trembling fingers.\n\n\"Pick up the pace, kiddo,\" Raph barks, yanking on his brother's tail and giggling at the resulting whimper. Better than any squeaky toy, this one. \"I'm a busy man. I ain't got time for lazy little bitches.\"\n\nLeo nods, his hand moving faster. Raph gives him a few more yanks, just to help along, and his big brother swells accordingly.\n\nWhen he's ready, Raph gives the piece de resistance, reaching out to give Leo's cock a vicious pinch. For his efforts he gets another dainty little scream and the sight of droplets of precome fluttering onto Leo's face.\n\n\"Raph?\" he whimpers, playing at a desperate plea for mercy. Raph rolls his eyes.\n\n\"Oh, get over yourself,\" he barks, bending Leo's tail back as far as he's willing to risk. \"You sayin' my pillow princess ain't got what it takes?\" he asks over Leo's howls. \"You sayin' she's gonna chicken out? 'Cause the bitches I train don't chicken out, no siree. Not unless they wanna get thrown back into the cold.\"\n\nLeo bites his lip and picks up his pace, dragging his nails across the part Raph pinched like the naughty little painslut he is. Soon enough he's humping the air, trembling all over, face slack with effort as he pace picks up--\n\nRaph leans forward and bites his tail, hard. The taste of his brother's flesh is one of the sweetest things in the world.\n\nLeo makes a sound to scare the devil, only for it to melt into a rich, ringing churr. Raph lets go and pulls back just in time to see his brother come all over his own face. He moans at the sight, can't help it, grabbing onto his own dick to make sure he doesn't come too soon.\n\nHe lets Leo sputter and choke, rocking back and forth as he struggles to keep his balance. Then he says, \"Ya gonna that nice load go to waste? If I knew you liked wearin' your own cum as a hat so much, I woulda made you do it all the time.\"\n\nThe bitch jumps to work at that, of course, hurriedly reaching up so he can scrape as much of the cum he can off his face while balancing himself with the other. He has to get his hand as deliciously filthy as possible before he starts rubbing it onto his crack, or trying to.\n\nRaph takes pity, because he's a nice guy. \"Here, let me help ya.\" He grabs Leo's buttocks and yanks them apart, giving him a much better look at that pretty little hole. \"Ain't that better?\"\n\n\"M-much,\" Leo mutters, wincing with effort and shame as he jams a cum-slicked finger inside himself. The looks on his face shows that it burns somethin' awful, but he keeps stretching himself anyway, because deep down all he really wants is to be Raph's good little shoulder. It almost makes him proud.\n\nAlmost.\n\n\"Look at that,\" he muses as Leo begins to stretch himself, letting out little grunts of pain. \"You're sloppier'n an old whore, and I haven't even had ya tonight. How fuckin' needy is that, havin' to stuff yourself with your own come?\n\nHis brother shudders, and Raph decides to take a little pity. \"It is a nice ass,\" he admits, digging his fingers into as hard as he can. He wants to leave bruises so the world can see who Leo belongs to. Maybe one day he'll get his fingerprints permanently tattooed there.\n\n\"And me, I like me a fucked-out ass,\" he purrs, brushing the tip of his cock around his brother's thighs. \"Reminds me a' what a perfect little painslut you are. [i]My[/i] perfect little painslut.\"\n\nLeo's hand stills at the words, and Raph yanks it back out of him roughly. \"Ah, quit draggin' it out.\" He shoves his own finger back inside; the passage is much slicker than before, but he can still make his slut squirm so prettily if he digs hard enough, and he does.\n\n \n\n\"One of these days I think I'll just jam up a sai inside ya, use ya as a holster,\" Raph says conversationally as he continues prepping Leo with those rough, scratching fingers. \"Pluck it out whenever I need an extra weapon, fuck ya with in durin' stakeouts. I'd let you order me round as much as ya wanted, cause it wouldn't mean a damn thing when anyone knew who ya belonged to just by lookin' at you.\"\n\nLeo whimpers. It's a good fantasy, so good he's almost sad it can never come true. He imagines being on his hands and knees on a rough top, checking the skyline for threats while Raph steadily, casually drags the sai and out of him. The scrape of wood on tender flesh, the merciless, repetitive grind...he can feel himself start to harden again.\n\n\"Knew that'd turn ya on,\" Raph says. \"Course, ain't no sai gonna measure up to the real thing.\" He thrusts his hand, squeezing Leo's cock and tail. \"Ain't it?\"\n\n\"N-no!\" The pain drives the wind out of him, but he still manages to rasp the words.\n\n\"Ya got that right.\" Raph drags his hand roughly up and down Leo's cock. \"Now, tell me what you want, bitch. Tell me how much ya need to get in there and fill ya up.\"\n\n\"I...\" Leo swallows. This is one of the hardest parts, so of course Raph insists on it almost every time. A new submission, yes, but also a confirmation that Leo is willing to go through with this. To offer himself up on a platter of his brother's darkest desires in the hope of filling his own.\n\nHe always is.\n\n\"Fuck me,\" he whispers, and then, because he already knows that's not enough. \"Make it hurt. I need to hurt, please, you're the only one who can do it.\" The words start spilling from, frightening him in their honesty. \"I need it, I need you, I can't stand it, I--\"\n\nAnd then Raph grabs him by the neck again, yanks him forward so that he's flat out against the sheets as that familiar weight settles on top of him. His brother doesn't give him time to adjust when he shoves inside, just splits Leo in two like he's nothing. And he's so terribly grateful to be nothing he can't hold back a sob.\n\n\"That's it.\" Raph rubs his fingers across Leo's throbbing neck in a way that's oddly comforting. \"That's it, sweetheart. All ya ever gotta do is tell Daddy the truth.\"\n\nThose magnificent hands grab Leo's legs, yanking some so far apart he's almost worried something will tear. Leo grits his teeth, trying to spread them wider.\n\nRaph flips Leo on his back, twisting him about his cock like a top, and pulls them into the first kiss of the night. The recently healed wound on his lip splits open instantly and Leo's eyes roll back at the exquisite taste of blood on his tongue.\n\nRaph jerks his head as he begins to move, snapping Leo's head so hard he thinks his lip might tear off. He doesn't think he would mind, at least not right away. Not if Raph swallowed it, preserved amidst the heat and pressure of his perfect crucible.\n\nHe tries to push back, groaning, and Raph gives him a not-unexpected slap on the ass. \"Keep your shit together, whore.\" He reaches for Leo's wrists where they're placed obediently above his head and sinks his teeth into one, planting a fresh bracelet of cuts that Leo will treasure for as long as he can.\n\n \n\nLeo tastes like everything good in this world, like fresh pizza and mold-free hamburgers and a bracing bottle of water after a hard fight and a special sip of sake shared on Christmas Day. And maybe it's sick to think of his brother's blood like that, but Raph thinks he might actually lose mind without this disease, so fine, let him be sick.\n\nThe prep job's okay, but Leo still clenches him so fucking tight, like its the first time he took his bitch all over again. Raph was so scared then, so scared of hurting him, and sometimes he still feels scared, but Leo's so very clearly [i]not[/i] that the feeling never stays for long.\n\n\"Good,\" he moans. \"My perfect fucking slut.\"\n\nHe won't give Leo a proverbial hand, but he flips him over again, presses that greedy little cock up against the blankets as he works. Leo gets in the mood as quickly as you'd expect from a slut like him, frantically humping into Raph's sheets. Raph's gonna go without washing for as long as he can, just to savor that smell of that desperation.\n\nRaph places a hand on his shell, pinning him down so he can sink deeper, deeper, deeper. Deep enough to permanently stick Leo on his cock, keep him close, so that no one except for Raph would ever hurt him again.\n\nNo one would ever say or do cruel things to him without recognizing his beauty the way Raph did, his goodness and kindness, no one would ever treat him like trash except Raph who knows trash is the most precious treasure of all.... Fuck. Fuck.\n\nHe's slipping again, letting the adrenaline and the pleasure take his brain to places he doesn't want to visit, not yet. Raph grits his teeth and speeds up his pace, smacking his brother's face into the pillow with each thrust. Leo is shining with shame and need, he looks like a fucking jewel.\n\nRaph buries his teeth in his brother's neck, where he almost never goes, but now he suddenly doesn't care who sees, really doesn't care. One hand grabs for Leo's tail, twisting it again, and that combined with the biting leaves his bitch spilling more panicked churrs.\n\n\"I can't,\" he rasps. \"I can't, please--\"\n\n\"Bullshit,\" Raph growls. \"You've come for me till ya screamed when I touched your dick and you're bitchin' out now?'\n\n\"Please...\"\n\n\"Who ya beggin' to? Me? Might as well beg God, he's as likely to give a shit as I am.\" [i]And he doesn't love you the way I do.\n[/i]\nRaph slams his hips as hard as he can, trying to scramble away from that thought, and comes. Leo makes more stuck-pig noises as Raph claims him, burns him up from the inside out. It doesn't take long for him to follow suit.\n\nHis brother screams his name and all Raph can give him in return is a guttural shriek. He falls out of Leo with a groan, tumbling to the bed besides him as he feels as his bones turn to rubber.\n\n \n\n\"You okay?\"\n\nLeo blinks, feeling the familiar sense of coming back to himself. He's swimming up from a dark, warm place, back to reality. There's a hand on his cheek to guide him home.\n\n\"Here.\" Raph passes him some water and Leo obediently sips while his brother fishes some supplies from the nightstand, dabbing at the marks on Leo's neck and wrists, the growing bruise on his face. His head is lowered, and at first Leo thinks he's concentrating on his work.\n\nThen he turns back to the desk, cheek flashing in the lamplight, and Leo sees--\n\n\"Are you crying?\"\n\n\" [i]No[/i].\" Raph growls, quickly looking away. \"Shut up.\"\n\nLeo sits up and gazes at him in silence. He doesn't need to beg now, so he doesn't bother. He just waits.\n\n\"I got emotional again,\" Raph sighs, rubbing his face. \"I thought if I drew it out, maybe....\"\n\n\"It's all right,\" Leo says firmly, reaching out to take his hand. \"Remember those sites we looked at? It's okay if things get--weird, sometimes.\"\n\n\"Weird? I can only think about how I love ya when I'm fuckin' the shit out of ya, and you're saying it's [i]weird[/i]?\"\n\n\"I guess?\" Leo shrugs. \"I mean, it's not the end of the world.\"\n\nRaph huffs. \"'Course you'd say that.\"\n\n\"Hey.\" Leo reaches out and gently takes him by the chin, forcing their eyes to lock. \"I told you when we started that I wouldn't take any shit from you where it mattered, okay? This is what I meant.\" He brushes a finger along Raph's jaw. \"It doesn't matter when you think. Doesn't make it any less true for either of us.\"\n\nRaph blinks, swallows, and then abruptly looks away. \"Whatever,\" he mutters. Leo groans and passes him a tissue.\n\n\"I'm supposed to be takin' care of you, dumbass,\" Raph gripes, hurriedly dabbing at his eyes.\n\n\"Fine, then,\" Leo says, flopping back onto the pillows with a dramatic sigh. \"Attend me, slave.\"\n\nRaph rolls his eyes, but there's a smile on his lips as he gets back to work. \"Just cause I ain't in a mood to thrash you now don't mean I can't do it tomorrow,\" he mutters.\n\nLeo snickers. \"As [i]if[/i].\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It's bitch o' clock, as Raph likes to think of it. He and his prey have been circling each other all day, exchanging biting comments and fiery looks. The bitch has been fucking teasing him, with every wag of his tail and ripple of his hips, playing oh-so-innocent the way he always does.

Well, it's Raph's turn to play now. He knew what was coming ever since dinner, when he reached out with one big toe to casually brush his finger along his brother's thighs. And lo and behold, his bitch had opened his legs like the little slut he is, letting Raph trace the curve of his inner thigh. He probably would have let Raph fuck him with his foot right there and then.

But Raph doesn't give him that. He's got restraint, unlike some people. So he'd just given a stiff little nod and after dinner he'd sauntered off to his room, turned on some music--something loud enough to muffle sounds from inside the room, but not so loud that it wouldn't prevent him from hearing his bitch's whimpers and moans.

And not so loud that he can't hear the slow, resistant knock on the door. Raph nods to himself, satisfied. "Get in here," he barks.

He doesn't look up when the bitch comes in, keeping his eyes on his magazine. It's a porn mag, filled with big-titted women and loud, muscly men, the farthest thing from his brother he could find. He was touching himself casually when the knock came and doesn't cover himself, just lets the bitch stand there in awkward silence.

When he feels like he's made his prey wait long enough, Raph tosses the magazine onto the table, hard enough to make the bitch flinch. He lets him get a good look, remind the high-and-mighty brat that Raph's got options. He doesn't need this, not really, no matter what his aching cock or his lifetime of fantasies say.

He swaggers up from the bed, giving his bitch a nice, long look at his cock. Raph's big, the biggest one in the family, and he knows it. The bitch knows it too--it's why he comes crawling back to him so often, sick and lovey with need.

The bitch tenses ever so slightly as Raph circles behind him, resisting every instinct that tells him not to leave his back unprotected. He's got a warrior's training, sure, but he isn't a warrior tonight. He's Raph's pretty little cocksleeve, and the only training that's worth shit is what Raph's given him.

Raph rests a hand on his brother's shoulder, squeezing hard. The bitch keeps his eyes fixed ahead, like a good boy. He'll have plenty of time for admiring Raph later, appreciating how lowly he is in the face of Raph's magnificence.

"Lookin good, Fearless," Raph purrs.

 

"Strip."

He does as he's told, slow and careful. Piercing eyes roam over the treasures hidden under his wrappings, his belts, his mask. There's a swirl of bruises and bite marks, rope burns and bloody, ripped-off scales.

Most of them are old now, fading. They heal far too quickly, all of them, and with every day the pain got lesser Leo felt the hunger in his belly grow, the harder it became to bear everything else.

Leading is always so much easier when he's filling this need, the one that's followed him since he was young. It's been a part of him through all those fights where every hit Raph landed and every curse he spat made something warm grow in his belly.

Karai taught him not to be afraid of it, this strangeness. But she never hungered for his pain the way Raph does, in this way that makes Leo want to cut himself open and give and give.

"Look at you." A dark, thoughtful purr. That big, strong hand scrapes down his side, squeezes his ass, drags a wicked nail across his slit. "Marked up like a whore." He blushes at the word, even though it's true.

"Oh, look at that. Is she shy? I can fix that." A rough finger scrapes between his cheeks and he cries out. "No, now, none of that. You've taken more, haven't you?" Silence. The finger jabs deeper. "Haven't you?"

"Y-yes!"

"That's it. Good little bitch knows her place, right?" Approval. Leo starts to sag in relief.

"Right."

The finger is yanked out of him abruptly, slaps against his hip. "Then what the fuck is this, then?"

What? "I-I don't--"

"Don't fucking play me. This bite ain't mine. You fucking with the others, you stuck up whore? Playing their freaky little games?"

"I didn't! I'd never!"

"You calling me a liar?" The hand slides down and squeezes his tail, yanks hard. Leo screams, relishing the fire spiraling through his nerves, burning out all his ugly thoughts. "You callin' me a liar, bitch?!"

"I'm not! I swear, I--"

"Fuck your swearing. Bitches don't get to swear. Who'd believe 'em?" His tail is wound tight and cruel around a callused palm that tugs, sending him staggering towards the bed with an unholy screech. "They'd say anythin' for a good screw."

 

He shoves the bitch onto the bed, watching him scramble away as best he can with bruises already forming on his poor tender tail. Raph's own tail twitches at the sight, thwapping eagerly against his leg as his heart pounds raw and hungry in his chest.

"Who was it?" he asks. "Karai talk you into spreadin' your legs again? Or did Mikey get a fuckin' STD so you had to play puppy for Don?" He knows it's not any of them, of course--no one's mouth gets on his bitch, but his. And yet the fear and pain on that pretty face is so fucking sweet.

"No one," Leo says. "No one, but you." He looks up at Raph beseechingly, and damn if he can't put on puppy dog eyes just as good as Mikey's when he wants to. "It's always you, Raph."

"That's right," Raph says, hefting his cock like the weapon of mass destruction it is. He beckons and Leo scoots closer, starting to close his eyes, only to open them again immediately. Smart bitch. Raph had threatened to spank Leo silly with his own sword blade if he caught him closing his eyes again, and he meant it.

He slaps his cock across his brother's face once, twice, three times, knocking Leo back and forth like a fucking rag doll. It's gonna leave a massive bruise, and he's gonna get so cute and growly about it, and Raph won't give a shit because it feels great.

"You know why I did that?" he asks.

Leo swallows, touching his tender cheek. "Because you wanted to."

"That's it." Raph reaches out and squeezes, hard, wrenching free a whimper. "Because I fucking wanted to. It don't matter if you've been locked up tighter'n a nun or if you've been sellin' yourself to every fuckwad in town, I'm still gonna beat the fuckin' shit out of ya whenever I want."

His hand blurs out, seizing Leo's chin and digging in with bruising. fingers. "Now, what's yer fuckin' safe word?"

"R-Ryan." Leo's eyes dart around, unable to meet his.

Raph out a big belly laugh. "That's it. You don't get ta jack off to that pansy anymore without thinkin' of me." His grip tightens even more. "And what do ya do when you've got a cock down your throat or you're chokin' on a rubber ball like a whore?"

Leo shivers at the imagery, but obediently lifts his foot and thumps it on the blankets, twice.

"That's it." Raph shoves him away, back onto the bed. "Face down, ass up, and get that pretty little tail high. Daddy's gonna a give ya a real poundin' tonight."

 

Leo pushes his face into the pillow, trembling with anticipation. He pushes his throbbing cheek into the pillow, relishing the ache, the debasing arc of his body that leaves his ass dangling in the air.

It's no position for a leader, which is good because Leo isn't a leader right now. He's just a lump of pitiful, squealing meat for his younger brother to fuck. And God help him, but there's some days this is the only way he can bear to feel.

He's lifting his tail as high as he can, but Raph still gives it a yank, chuckling when Leo squeals.

"Mmm," he purrs, dragging his nails down Leo's rear. "Nice and soft. Didn't know what I was talkin' about when I called you a hardass." He's still chuckling at his own joke when he shoves a finger right up inside Leo, scraping against his dry hole.

"Gah!" Leo lets out a wail, fingers twisting in the blankets as the world breaks into exquisite flashes of pain pain pain. "R-Raph...."

"Hush, babydoll," Raph croons, dragging his finger back and forth, back and forth, each movement triggering a new burst of agony. "It's okay. You've spent enough time on my dick, you could take Donnie's bo dry if I let ya."

Leo shakes his head frantically. "Raph, please, I need lube, I--"

"Ya don't need anythin' cept what I give ya,' ' Raph growls, curling his finger ever so slightly. "Ya think I can't do it? Ya saying I ain't man enough to work a bitch open on my cock?"

"I..." Leo shakes his head. He knows, logically, that Raph can't take him dry. It'd probably hurt them both like hell and there'd be blood, tearing. At best they'd have an embarrassing visit to Donnie and at worst there'd be serious damage.

He knows this, and Raph knows it too. And now that he thinks about it, the finger really isn't that far inside him. More like a test than an actual declaration of purpose.

So as quietly, secretly tempting as the idea of being utterly destroyed like that is, it can't really be what Raph wants. Which means it can't be what Leo gives him, either.

"Please," he begs, letting a bit of a whine slip into his voice. "Please give me lube. You're so strong..." He pushes back onto his brother's finger as much as he dares. "You'd mess me up bad, and I wouldn't be able to have anything in me for weeks."

A beat. "Izzat so?" Raph growls. The finger rips out of him suddenly and Leo sucks in a breath. Raph smacks him across the tail, the pain shooting through his body and directly into his cock.

"Well, then prep yourself bitch." Leo starts to roll off the bed and Raph yanks his tail so hard tears come to his eyes. "The fuck are you goin'? You don't get off the bed 'til my say so."

Leo looks back at him, confused. "We need lube, I don't--"

"We got lube." Raph drags a hand down Leo's tail, to the growing bulge in his plastron. "Do I have to do all the work around here?" Leo swallows and starts to touch himself, but his brother leans forward to grab him by the neck, fingers digging into the sensitive nerves that Leo helped him find.

"C'mere." He yanks Leo forward while the other hand keeps a firm grip on his legs. Leo lets out a cry as he's pulled, his spine stretched almost--but not quite--to its limit.

Then he's looking up between his own thighs at his brother's smirk. "I wanna see your face," Raph says sweetly. "So I know ya ain't thinking of anyone else."

 

If Raph's being honest with himself, the humiliation on his bitch's face is almost as exquisite as the pain. He's blushing so badly as he peers up at Raph, unable to look away, even as one hand awkwardly reaches up to stroke and prod at his slowly opening slit.

Raph's always loved the sight of a frightened, embarrassed face peering up at him. For so long, it was only Donnie and Mikey who caved, who chanted whatever Raph wanted them to and sniffled until Splinter or Leo broke it up. Leo, though, he soaked up Raph's punches without so much as a tear.

It was only when they were older, when the adrenaline rush of victory turned into something very different, that Raph learned how to make this big bro cave. Not in the dojo or the battlefield, no. You could smash Leo's fingers in, peel him out of his shell, and he wouldn't give a murmur.

But here, Raph is king. And that's more than enough for him and his throbbing dick.

He keeps it in check, though. He gives the little princess time to reveal her cock, a cute little thing that just barely touched Leo's face when it spilled out of the slit.

"You ain't gotten any bigger since last time, huh, Leo?" he asks, shaking his head in mock sorrow. "Shoulda eaten more vegetables when you were wrong." Leo somehow manages to turn even more red, his cock already starting to stiffen as he reaches for it with trembling fingers.

"Pick up the pace, kiddo," Raph barks, yanking on his brother's tail and giggling at the resulting whimper. Better than any squeaky toy, this one. "I'm a busy man. I ain't got time for lazy little bitches."

Leo nods, his hand moving faster. Raph gives him a few more yanks, just to help along, and his big brother swells accordingly.

When he's ready, Raph gives the piece de resistance, reaching out to give Leo's cock a vicious pinch. For his efforts he gets another dainty little scream and the sight of droplets of precome fluttering onto Leo's face.

"Raph?" he whimpers, playing at a desperate plea for mercy. Raph rolls his eyes.

"Oh, get over yourself," he barks, bending Leo's tail back as far as he's willing to risk. "You sayin' my pillow princess ain't got what it takes?" he asks over Leo's howls. "You sayin' she's gonna chicken out? 'Cause the bitches I train don't chicken out, no siree. Not unless they wanna get thrown back into the cold."

Leo bites his lip and picks up his pace, dragging his nails across the part Raph pinched like the naughty little painslut he is. Soon enough he's humping the air, trembling all over, face slack with effort as he pace picks up--

Raph leans forward and bites his tail, hard. The taste of his brother's flesh is one of the sweetest things in the world.

Leo makes a sound to scare the devil, only for it to melt into a rich, ringing churr. Raph lets go and pulls back just in time to see his brother come all over his own face. He moans at the sight, can't help it, grabbing onto his own dick to make sure he doesn't come too soon.

He lets Leo sputter and choke, rocking back and forth as he struggles to keep his balance. Then he says, "Ya gonna that nice load go to waste? If I knew you liked wearin' your own cum as a hat so much, I woulda made you do it all the time."

The bitch jumps to work at that, of course, hurriedly reaching up so he can scrape as much of the cum he can off his face while balancing himself with the other. He has to get his hand as deliciously filthy as possible before he starts rubbing it onto his crack, or trying to.

Raph takes pity, because he's a nice guy. "Here, let me help ya." He grabs Leo's buttocks and yanks them apart, giving him a much better look at that pretty little hole. "Ain't that better?"

"M-much," Leo mutters, wincing with effort and shame as he jams a cum-slicked finger inside himself. The looks on his face shows that it burns somethin' awful, but he keeps stretching himself anyway, because deep down all he really wants is to be Raph's good little shoulder. It almost makes him proud.

Almost.

"Look at that," he muses as Leo begins to stretch himself, letting out little grunts of pain. "You're sloppier'n an old whore, and I haven't even had ya tonight. How fuckin' needy is that, havin' to stuff yourself with your own come?

His brother shudders, and Raph decides to take a little pity. "It is a nice ass," he admits, digging his fingers into as hard as he can. He wants to leave bruises so the world can see who Leo belongs to. Maybe one day he'll get his fingerprints permanently tattooed there.

"And me, I like me a fucked-out ass," he purrs, brushing the tip of his cock around his brother's thighs. "Reminds me a' what a perfect little painslut you are. My perfect little painslut."

Leo's hand stills at the words, and Raph yanks it back out of him roughly. "Ah, quit draggin' it out." He shoves his own finger back inside; the passage is much slicker than before, but he can still make his slut squirm so prettily if he digs hard enough, and he does.

 

"One of these days I think I'll just jam up a sai inside ya, use ya as a holster," Raph says conversationally as he continues prepping Leo with those rough, scratching fingers. "Pluck it out whenever I need an extra weapon, fuck ya with in durin' stakeouts. I'd let you order me round as much as ya wanted, cause it wouldn't mean a damn thing when anyone knew who ya belonged to just by lookin' at you."

Leo whimpers. It's a good fantasy, so good he's almost sad it can never come true. He imagines being on his hands and knees on a rough top, checking the skyline for threats while Raph steadily, casually drags the sai and out of him. The scrape of wood on tender flesh, the merciless, repetitive grind...he can feel himself start to harden again.

"Knew that'd turn ya on," Raph says. "Course, ain't no sai gonna measure up to the real thing." He thrusts his hand, squeezing Leo's cock and tail. "Ain't it?"

"N-no!" The pain drives the wind out of him, but he still manages to rasp the words.

"Ya got that right." Raph drags his hand roughly up and down Leo's cock. "Now, tell me what you want, bitch. Tell me how much ya need to get in there and fill ya up."

"I..." Leo swallows. This is one of the hardest parts, so of course Raph insists on it  almost every time. A new submission, yes, but also a confirmation that Leo is willing to go through with this. To offer himself up on a platter of his brother's darkest desires in the hope of filling his own.

He always is.

"Fuck me," he whispers, and then, because he already knows that's not enough. "Make it hurt. I need to hurt, please, you're the only one who can do it." The words start spilling from, frightening him in their honesty. "I need it, I need you, I can't stand it, I--"

And then Raph grabs him by the neck again, yanks him forward so that he's flat out against the sheets as that familiar weight settles on top of him. His brother doesn't give him time to adjust when he shoves inside, just splits Leo in two like he's nothing. And he's so terribly grateful to be nothing he can't hold back a sob.

"That's it." Raph rubs his fingers across Leo's throbbing neck in a way that's oddly comforting. "That's it, sweetheart. All ya ever gotta do is tell Daddy the truth."

Those magnificent hands grab Leo's legs, yanking some so far apart he's almost worried something will tear. Leo grits his teeth, trying to spread them wider.

Raph flips Leo on his back, twisting him about his cock like a top, and pulls them into the first kiss of the night. The recently healed wound on his lip splits open instantly and Leo's eyes roll back at the exquisite taste of blood on his tongue.

Raph jerks his head as he begins to move, snapping Leo's head so hard he thinks his lip might tear off. He doesn't think he would mind, at least not right away. Not if Raph swallowed it, preserved amidst the heat and pressure of his perfect crucible.

He tries to push back, groaning, and Raph gives him a not-unexpected slap on the ass. "Keep your shit together, whore." He reaches for Leo's wrists where they're placed obediently above his head and sinks his teeth into one, planting a fresh bracelet of cuts that Leo will treasure for as long as he can.

 

Leo tastes like everything good in this world, like fresh pizza and mold-free hamburgers and a bracing bottle of water after a hard fight and a special sip of sake shared on Christmas Day. And maybe it's sick to think of his brother's blood like that, but Raph thinks he might actually lose mind without this disease, so fine, let him be sick.

The prep job's okay, but Leo still clenches him so fucking tight, like its the first time he took his bitch all over again. Raph was so scared then, so scared of hurting him, and sometimes he still feels scared, but Leo's so very clearly not that the feeling never stays for long.

"Good," he moans. "My perfect fucking slut."

He won't give Leo a proverbial hand, but he flips him over again, presses that greedy little cock up against the blankets as he works. Leo gets in the mood as quickly as you'd expect from a slut like him, frantically humping into Raph's sheets. Raph's gonna go without washing for as long as he can, just to savor that smell of that desperation.

Raph places a hand on his shell, pinning him down so he can sink deeper, deeper, deeper. Deep enough to permanently stick Leo on his cock, keep him close, so that no one except for Raph would ever hurt him again.

No one would ever say or do cruel things to him without recognizing his beauty the way Raph did, his goodness and kindness, no one would ever treat him like trash except Raph who knows trash is the most precious treasure of all.... Fuck. Fuck.

He's slipping again, letting the adrenaline and the pleasure take his brain to places he doesn't want to visit, not yet. Raph grits his teeth and speeds up his pace, smacking his brother's face into the pillow with each thrust. Leo is shining with shame and need, he looks like a fucking jewel.

Raph buries his teeth in his brother's neck, where he almost never goes, but now he suddenly doesn't care who sees, really doesn't care. One hand grabs for Leo's tail, twisting it again, and that combined with the biting leaves his bitch spilling more panicked churrs.

"I can't," he rasps. "I can't, please--"

"Bullshit," Raph growls. "You've come for me till ya screamed when I touched your dick and you're bitchin' out now?'

"Please..."

"Who ya beggin' to? Me? Might as well beg God, he's as likely to give a shit as I am." And he doesn't love you the way I do.

Raph slams his hips as hard as he can, trying to scramble away from that thought, and comes. Leo makes more stuck-pig noises as Raph claims him, burns him up from the inside out. It doesn't take long for him to follow suit.

His brother screams his name and all Raph can give him in return is a guttural shriek. He falls out of Leo with a groan, tumbling to the bed besides him as he feels as his bones turn to rubber.

 

"You okay?"

Leo blinks, feeling the familiar sense of coming back to himself. He's swimming up from a dark, warm place, back to reality. There's a hand on his cheek to guide him home.

"Here." Raph passes him some water and Leo obediently sips while his brother fishes some supplies from the nightstand, dabbing at the marks on Leo's neck and wrists, the growing bruise on his face. His head is lowered, and at first Leo thinks he's concentrating on his work.

Then he turns back to the desk, cheek flashing in the lamplight, and Leo sees--

"Are you crying?"

" No." Raph growls, quickly looking away. "Shut up."

Leo sits up and gazes at him in silence. He doesn't need to beg now, so he doesn't bother. He just waits.

"I got emotional again," Raph sighs, rubbing his face. "I thought if I drew it out, maybe...."

"It's all right," Leo says firmly, reaching out to take his hand. "Remember those sites we looked at? It's okay if things get--weird, sometimes."

"Weird? I can only think about how I love ya when I'm fuckin' the shit out of ya, and you're saying it's weird?"

"I guess?" Leo shrugs. "I mean, it's not the end of the world."

Raph huffs. "'Course you'd say that."

"Hey." Leo reaches out and gently takes him by the chin, forcing their eyes to lock. "I told you when we started that I wouldn't take any shit from you where it mattered, okay? This is what I meant." He brushes a finger along Raph's jaw. "It doesn't matter when you think. Doesn't make it any less true for either of us."

Raph blinks, swallows, and then abruptly looks away. "Whatever," he mutters. Leo groans and passes him a tissue.

"I'm supposed to be takin' care of you, dumbass," Raph gripes, hurriedly dabbing at his eyes.

"Fine, then," Leo says, flopping back onto the pillows with a dramatic sigh. "Attend me, slave."

Raph rolls his eyes, but there's a smile on his lips as he gets back to work. "Just cause I ain't in a mood to thrash you now don't mean I can't do it tomorrow," he mutters.

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