Come home.
Leo sucks in a breath and presses himself farther back against a tree trunk. "Not real," he repeats to the frigid stillness, the suffocating quiet. "Not fucking real."
You wound me, chunin, His hands twitch against his will, pressing between his thighs, and Leo whimpers. Hmm, that's it. You missed me, didn't you?
"Get the hell away from me, Kitsune." It's the first time he'd said her name without any honorifics, and he hates how much it feels like sacrilege.
She just chuckles. I missed you too, kit. Her hand brushes across his shell, even though it's still pressed against the back of the tree. Leo squeezes his eyes shut and he can see her smiling at him, like they're just having another quiet conversation over tea.
"I'm not coming back." The words tremble when he says them, so Leo grits his teeth and repeats himself. "I'm. Not. Coming. Back."
Oh? Are you going to stay with them, then? After getting such a warm welcome home? Raph's angry face flashes into his mind, and Leo shakes his head with a grunt. "That's not--he was just angry about Alopex."
A low chuckle. Was he? Convenient. His hands push deeper, rubbing and toying with his slit. Leo struggles to muffle a sob in his shoulder, tears stinging on his cheeks. And what would he say if he knew what you'd done? What we'd turned you into?
"Please," and he's shaking, teeth chattering. "Don't--"
"Tears?" A cold hand tightens on his chin and Leo's eyes snap open with a gasp. There's a woman kneeling in front of him, eyes sharp and hard--but, but he's imagining things because it's not her, it can't be her.
Tang Shen lifts his chin, fingers biting at his scales. "You've trampled on this family's good name, and now you have the audacity to cry about it?"
Leo swallows hard. "You're not real," he rasps. He tries and fails to twist his head out of her grip, but her fingers just tighten. "Kitsune--"
"Shut up." His mother--not his mother, please no--slaps him so hard there's a crack and Leo tumbles, sprawling across the ground. His hand still keeps moving relentlessly between his legs, and to his horror he can feel himself spilling free.
Not-Shen raises an eyebrow. "Look at that. You really can't help yourself, can you?" She clicks her tongue. "I should have realized what a dirty little slut you are long ago." The words sound so wrong coming from her, far too crude, but Leo can't focus on that right now.
She's pinning him, hand wrapped around his throat, crushing the life from him with an impossible weight. His limbs are stiff and useless all of a sudden, and even if they weren't, what would he do? Attack his own mother? She's not your mother she's not your mother she's NOT--
"Does it matter?" she asks, cocking her head. Her fingers drag down his chest, pressing hard enough to hurt, and Leo groans. "You know you deserve this. You let yourself be fucked by the man who murdered me."
"It wasn't--I didn't--I didn't want--"
"Oh, yes you did." His hands stop working, but that's only because she's touching him now. "All you needed was an excuse."
"She came for me," Leo rasps. "My mother, she--"
"Only because I hadn't realized what a bloodthirsty little whore you'd become." He bucks as her hand tightens on his cock, and she spits in his face. "I shouldn't have wasted my time."
It's Kitsune it's Kitsune so why does he feel so ready to believe her? Why do her words strike him in the gut, peppering his heart with glass shards?
She's shifting now, moving her skirts, and it takes Leo a heartbeat to realize what she's doing. "No," he rasps. "No, please, Mother--"
"Oh, stop fussing," she huffs. "You're no son of mine--you saw to that." She sinks onto him, and the world flashes white.
It's good. God, it's so good, and that's the truly terrible thing. It's like the first time Kitsune rode him, whispering about all the things she and Shredder were going to teach him. Only that time he wasn't sobbing and terrified and feeling completely insane, and it's still perfect in a way that burns through his nerves.
The-thing-that-can't-be-his-mother moans his father's name, circling her hips, and an awful little part of Leo feels jealous. She touches herself as she fucks him, the smell of her pleasure seeping into the air, and god it smells so real. More real than the greenery around him, more real than the tears stinging Leo's eyes.
"This is what you're for," someone whispers, someone who sounds a bit like Kitsune and a bit like Shredder and a bit like his mother and a bit like Raph and a bit like the dark little voice that lives deep in Leo's head. "No good to anyone unless you're on your knees or your back." And he's crying too hard to protest.
She shudders around him, and that's enough to pull Leo over the edge. He spasms, coming inside his own mother like a beast a slut a goddamn freak.
"Mmmm," Shen murmurs, rolling off of him. "You're a good fuck, for a used-up little streetwalker." He buries his head in the grass and trembles, coughing up drool, snot, and vomit.
She pulls away, but then new arms are wrapping around him, pulling him close. "Do you see?" Kitsune breathes in his ear. "That is all they think you're good for. You're dirty in their eyes, and you'll never be clean, not until you come back where you belong--"
Leo slams his head against the ground, jarring his eyes open. He looks up at the silent trees from a tangle of leaves, real cum dripping between his legs, and screams.