​​It's just training. It's just training, a routine they've done a million times before. So what if Leo's breath stuttered a little when Sensei handed out the blindfolds? So what if his movements are awkward and jerky as they cycle through kata he knows by heart?
"Let the dark speak to you," their father says. "It knows the way."
Hands rasps over his skin, even though he knows damn well no one's touching him right now. Saki's breath is warm in his ear. That's it, chunin. Wiggle your hips. A hand adjusts the blindfold (Saki called it a training exercise, too) travels down his chest, slips between his legs.
"Steady, Leonardo," his father lectures, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
I could let anyone in to look at you, and you wouldn't know, would you? Usually he'd be able to tell, but not now, not when he's strangled by fear and arousal, when he's trembling too hard to think. I could make them all see what a little slut you are. 
Oh god, if they saw...but he can't say no, that's not allowed. Saki drags sharp teeth along his neck and Leo whimpers. They deserve to know what I turned you into, little one. It's only fair. 
Fair or not, he can't do this. Leo's hands fly to the blindfold, but Splinter's sharp voice stops him dead. "We are not finished, Leonardo." A hand grabs his ass, plays with his tail. We've barely begun. Now, spread your legs. 
His brothers are talking, oh-so-casually suggesting to sensei that maybe they could take a quick break. They know Leo's vulnerable, know he's weak, and if he could force out the words he could tell them that Sensei's right, he shouldn't (doesn't deserve to be) coddled.
A perfect little whore. Hands on his thighs and he hadn't been thinking straight, hadn't been sure then and isn't sure now that it wasn't a stranger, some random Foot soldier called in to play with the freak, or even a whole pack of them.
"Leonardo?"
His father wants an answer (so do I) . Leo opens his mouth and a kiss swallows his voice, hands touching him everywhere and nowhere at once. He doesn't know what's being done to him, his skin wants to peel off of his body, he can't-- 
Leo tears the blindfold off and staggers backward, heaving. His father stares at him, his brothers pulling off their own blindfolds to gape. He knows he's safe, but that's not what his roaring blood says, what his trembling hands tell him.
"I--" he forces out. "I'm sorry." And then he turns and runs, ignoring their cries, tears sparkling down his cheek, Saki chuckling in his ear.