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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(TV_2012), Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_-
      All_Media
  Relationship:
      Raphael/Donatello, Donatello/April, Casey/April, Raphael/Casey, Leonardo/
      Karai, Leonardo/???
  Character:
      Donatello_Hamato, Raphael_Hamato, Leonardo_Hamato, Michelangelo_Hamato,
      April_O'Neil, Casey_Jones, Splinter_Hamato_|_Hamato_Yoshi, Karai_Oroku_|
      Miwa_Hamato
  Additional Tags:
      T-Cest, turtle-cest, Angst, Jealousy, Teasing, Baiting
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-28 Updated: 2015-05-14 Chapters: 5/? Words: 14905
****** The Hard Way ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     WARNING: will contain spoilers for seasons 1 & 2 of TMNT 2012 (TV
     series).
     Donnie and April get together in hopes of making Raphael and Casey
     jealous. It works out just a little too well.
     Raph and Casey (unknowing about Donnie and April's little plan) get
     together in hopes of making Donnie and April jealous.
     Raph lets things go too far and over-run with guilt he leaves the
     lair to clear his mind. But when he is attacked and wakes up in a
     strange new world with a Donnie look-alike calling himself "Reizo"
     what will Raphael do? And will he ever have his chance to confess his
     love for Donatello?
     (TEMPORARILY ON HOLD)
Notes
     TMNT are not mine! No money being made by this story.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** He did WHAT? *****
It was a peaceful day in the lair, which, honestly, was a miracle in itself.
The soothing calm was accompanied by the dim sound of soft music coming from
Donnie's lab, the lilting tunes suggesting a cute romantic theme, however the
activities going on behind the closed doors were anything but...
-Meanwhile-
"I swear, if I have to save your ass one more time because of your stupidity I
will let you get blasted in the head by the Kraang!"
The peaceful calm surrounding the lair was abruptly brought to a screeching
halt with the introduction of Raphael's presence to the vicinity.
Said red-banded ninja limped into the lair, his arm slung around the shoulders
of the leader of the group, also known as Leonardo Hamato, the eldest son of
Hamato Yoshi. Given the two oldest turtles' unstable relationship with each
other, one would only assume that it was the blue-banded leader that Raphael
was directing his fury at. However, not really to anyone's surprise, the cause
and receiver of the hot-headed turtle's wrath was the youngest of the turtles;
Michelangelo Hamato, more affectionately known as 'Mikey'.
The youngest terrapin had, in the midst of a heated battle with a group of
Kraang droids, dropped his guard when his attention was pulled away from the
fight. Just when Michelangelo was near receiving a deadly blow from a Kraang
blaster, Raphael jumped in and saved his brother, getting himself blasted in
the process.
Which leads us back to the reason why Leonardo was helping the prideful Raphael
walk back to the lair. A shot from an alien blaster packed a powerful punch,
thankfully Raphael's leg took the most of the damage. It wasn't fatal, however
it rendered him incapable of walking on his own. Also it appeared, to the leaf-
green terrapin's despair, that he wouldn't be able to do so for a while.
Mikey had apologized relentlessly, but it appeared as if the words fell on deaf
ears. Or they simply hadn't been heard over the seemingly endless string of
threats and curses Raphael was spewing at his youngest brother.
The grass-green mutant truly felt bad for his lack of focus resulting in the
injury of his brother. Even if it meant that Raphael wouldn't be able to chase
him for a while, he still felt terrible about the whole thing and entered the
lair with his head hanging and tail tucked like whipped puppy.
Donatello and April were lured out of the lab by Raphael's loud string of
threats, most of which involved hitting Mikey really hard in various places
with various things, with a minimum of three swears thrown into each sentence.
At the sight of his red-clad brother being supported by the oldest one
Donatello Hamato--resident genius and bo wielder-- snapped into action, rushing
to their side whilst directing Leonardo to help Raphael sit down on the bean
bag chair, which was situated in the middle of the room which functioned as the
living room.
"Mikey, get the first aid kit! April, get a hot rag!" The purple-clad terrapin
gave his orders smoothly and calmly, though the cleverly disguised note of
worry in his voice was noticed by none except the eldest brother.
"I'm fine, Donnie," Raphael grumbled, quite put out at a big fuss being made
over him, feeling like his manly pride was at stake as his younger brother shed
his leg of it's knee-pad and wrappings. The hot-headed turtle flushed with
embarrassment when he saw April's sky-blue eyes watching intently, her apparent
interest in his nakedness made him even more embarrassed and angry, bringing on
another round if swears and shouts from the red-clad turtle.
Leonardo, very embarrassed by his brother's behavior, suggested Michelangelo
escort April into the kitchen and show her how he made their supper, while
Leonardo and Donatello finished getting Raphael under control. Mikey, of
course, happily agreed to that plan, pulling a blushing April from the room and
into the kitchen, leaving the three oldest terrapins alone.
"Dammit, Donnie, do you really have to keep doing this?" Raphael complained. 
His cheek twitched and his leg jumped as Donatello applied pressure to the
wound. His capable hands skating lightly over the leaf-green skin of Raphael's
muscular thigh, pushing and prodding, intent upon torturing Raphael until he
was convinced that his thigh was in no real danger aside from temporary
stiffness and mild to severe pain, for about a week he guessed, instructing his
older brother that he had to keep off of it until it had fully healed.
"Yes, Raphael," Donatello murmured for the 17th time, his attention being less
on his brother's words and more on the injuries said brother had sustained. "If
you were to attempt walking on it now, you could possibly damage a major nerve
and cripple yourself for the rest of your life." The genius turtle glanced away
from the hot-headed turtle's leg to fix him with a stern glare. "And I know you
don't want that to happen, so you'll be staying on your butt for the next two
weeks, just to make sure that doesn't happen." Donatello said, his tone of
voice leaving no room argument. Whatever pointless argument Raphael may have
prepared for, that response just flew out the window when his younger brother
re-wrapped his foot, the practiced motions filled with such care and ease. It
relaxed him and his reluctance ebbed away, much to Leonardo's happiness.
"I should probably get to goin'," April said as she walked from the kitchen and
over to Raphael's side, her bag slung over her shoulder, a small satisfied
smile on her full lips as she looked down at Raph's immobile form. "I hope you
get better soon." She turned and skipped up the stairs, her body freezing when
the air was rent by a shout.
"April!"
She turned around, her sky-blue eyes roving over Donatello's gap-toothed grin,
scarlet eyes and olive-hued skin. "Yes, Donatello?" she asked the question, her
voice just a tad too sweet, but that fact went unnoticed by everyone except the
eldest Hamato son.
"I-I was wondering if you would like to go out with me?" Donnie stuttered, his
voice wavering minutely and his cheeks flooding with an intense shade of red.
More than one jaw hit the floor at the sudden, unexpected, completely demented
question from the second-youngest of the mutated terrapins.
They all knew that Donatello was hopelessly crushing on the pretty red-haired
scientist's daughter. Her interest, however, seemed mild at best. The three
brothers had prepared themselves to catch Donnie when he got his heart broken,
but it was actually them crashing to the floor when they heard her answer him.
"I'd love to, Donnie... we can go to Murakami's then back to my place and watch
a movie." April's reaction to Donnie's question stunned everyone, their mouths
hung open in shock as April placed a small kiss on Donnie's cheek and scrambled
off out of the lair.
Donnie turned around, his face was slightly pale, but the rosy blush added
color and just made him look cuter.
"Woah, I didn't know you had it in you, well done!" Leonardo congratulated his
younger brother, patting his carapace and jabbing at him about finally getting
the guts to ask her out and now he was 'going back to her place'.
Michelangelo, on the other hand, using no form of subtly whatsoever, had a
heyday using up his well-reserved store of innuendos on a poor, humiliated,
blushing Donatello.
As the other three turtles went on with their merriment enjoying the happiness
and teasing of the moment, Raphael, having been forgotten in the flurry and
surprise of Donnie's 'date', was sitting back in his beanie chair, glowering up
at the others, his lips pursed firmly together not saying a word.
Don't get mad at Raphael for the way he was acting. It wasn't like he was
unhappy for his brother finally getting up the courage to ask out his crush. In
truth, Raphael was elated that his brother had finally done so; he had actually
been waiting for it... Waiting for his brother to be rejected, give up on
April, so then Raphael could move in a catch him by confessing his own love for
the purple-banded terrapin.
Having April actually say "Yes" when Donnie asked her out? It was an
unfortunate, complicated wrinkle in Raphael's little plan to steal and save his
younger brother's heart, but he didn't plan on giving up so easily. There had
to be some way to steal Donnie for himself, and he didn't plan to give up until
he found it.
~
The next week was pure torture for Raphael. Every morning he would wake up to
the smell of Donnie hanging around him. The sweet, heady, intoxicating scent
would seem as though it were ingrained into his skin.
The genius terrapin had suggested he sleep with Raphael for the first couple of
days in case his injury began acting up in the middle of the night, but that
idea was quickly discarded by a very adamant red-clad turtle, insisting that he
didn't need to be babysat. Though Raphael's entire being sung with the thought
of having Donatello in his bed, Raphael had no intentions of jeopardizing his
position in the shadows by accidentally mixing fantasy with reality and coming
on to his brother in the middle of the night. And believe you me, Raphael had
some pretty spectacular dreams to be mixing with reality.
Even though Donnie wasn't sleeping with Raphael he made it a habit of coming in
each morning and checking on him, making sure that he was still in working
order. However, most of that happened when Raphael was still asleep so all the
elder terrapin was left with was his younger brother's scent to make his head
swim and his body rush with excitement.
The first thing that became a problem for Raphael was his inability to move
around by himself. Michelangelo suggested getting Raphael a walker, to which
the red-clad mutant responded with a vehement "Shell no!" and a very hard punch
to the top of Mikey's skull. It was decided that if Raphael wanted to move
around the lair, he would employ the assistance of one of his brothers, but
with Leo and Mikey being gone patrolling almost all the time, Donatello was the
only option available to him.
Raphael spent most of his days sitting in the living room resting in his bean
bag chair, watching television or reading every comic book available to them.
By the end of the third day Raphael was fed up with being made to stay down,
but he couldn't help it. He couldn't get up and walk if he wanted to: Donatello
administered a shot every morning that completely numbed his leg, rendering the
infernal limb completely useless.
What angered Raphael most of all was the fact that April came every day and
insisted upon assisting Donnie in caring for Raphael when he had to change his
wrappings or check on the wound., which had turned a horrific lavender-ish
yellow by the second day, and a sickening violet by the fifth day, the yellow
patches darkening to black and shriveling up. The skin shedding away in small
flakes.
The 'shedding' of Raphael's skin made Donnie very happy, it being a sign of the
wound healing at a good rate.  It disgusted Raphael, but tickled him at the
same time. The sight of his leg made April sick, which resulted in her leaving
him and Donatello completely alone when he was being taken care of, and gave
Raphael the pleasure of finally getting to just watch his brother taking care
of him.
Raphael wouldn't even try to deny that he was hopelessly crushing on the
younger turtle, because it was so obvious it almost hurt. His lime-green eyes
darkening to emerald with want when he watched Donnie's smooth hands wrapping
his wound. The soft, smooth skin of his younger brother's fingers sliding
slowly over Raphael's leg, searching for sensitive nerves simply added fuel to
the raging fire in the elder brother's heart.
Of course, it was a dark desire to be wanting one's brother. A forbidden desire
in most places, but Raphael didn't give two craps about what anybody else said
or thought and he highly doubted that his family would object to his choice of
desired mate.
He had just one problem in his way of getting his scarlet-eyed brother to be
his, and that was one blue-eyed, red-haired minx by the name of April O'Neil.
~ 2 weeks later
Late at night, a single figure sat in wait near the entrance to the lair, lime-
green eyes nearly glowing in the dark as he listened for the telltale sound of
voices alerting him to the fact that his brother had finally gotten home from
his date.
It was well past midnight when the sound of muted laughter reached his ear
slits. The happy sound of his younger brother's elated voice made Raphael's
heart twinge with jealousy.
The young couple stopped just outside of the lair, turning to look at each
other, matching happy smiles on their faces.
"Thank you for doing this, April." Donnie said, smiling down at her. His eyes
so full of adoration and happiness that it made Raphael's heart clench
painfully. 
Raphael couldn't see April's face, but he could hear her just fine.
"I was happy to, Donnie." she said, her voice sweet and soft. "You are my
boyfriend now." Donnie's eyes widened and a cute blush painted his cheeks as
she leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his lips. The action made an angry
growl rise up from Raphael's stomach, though he suppressed it, not wanting to
give away his presence to the happy couple.
"See you tomorrow," April said, her voice clearly portraying her amusement as
she turned and jogged away disappearing around the corner, leaving Donatello to
himself as he walked slowly into the lair.
Raphael stood up from his perch in the shadows, his body half obscured by the
darkness, the other half revealed in the light as his pain-filled green eyes
watched his brother trudge off to his bedroom, a small, happy smile on his
face.
Raphael was forced to face a painful truth as he watched his younger brother
disappear from his sight.
Donnie was happy with April.
And then and there, no matter how much it killed him, Raphael knew what he had
to do...
He had to let his brother go.
***** Enter Casey Jones *****
Chapter Summary
     The new presence of Casey Jones in the turtle's lives really spices
     things up, especially when the vigilante shows an interest in April.
1 week, 5 days, 23 hours, 14 minutes
That's how long it had been since Raphael had last spent a moment alone with
Donatello.
April monopolized every spare moment of Donatello's, and ever since the young
vigilante known as Casey Jones had made his grand entrance into their lives,
Raphael had spent most of his free time with the human, kicking butt and
cleaning the streets of the Foot Clan, Purple Dragons and Kraang droids.
Raphael honestly didn't mind spending his time with Casey; the boy, though very
loud, hostile, untamed, obnoxious and ignorant, was actually good company and a
great partner. Raphael would be lying if he said that he hadn't grown quite
attached to the black-haired fighter.
Raphael found that his separation from Donatello was a good thing. After the
painful moment of seeing him and April on the night of their date, he had vowed
to crush his feelings for his brother. It seemed to be working…until he got
back to the lair each night.
When Raphael would walk into the lair, tired and sore from a whole day of
kicking ass, he wanted nothing more than to have a peaceful evening of relaxing
and warm showers. But then his evening would somehow be ruined by April and
Donnie damn near throwing themselves in his face every time he got back; it was
almost as if they went out of their way to shove it in his face. The sickly
amount of lovey-dovey they were producing made Raph's stomach turn and he
usually ended up expelling the contents of his stomach up into the toilet
before his shower.
He would push them aside and stalk off to the bathroom, locking the door behind
him then sicking up into the toilet, flushing it away, stripping himself of his
pads, mask and wrappings, letting them fall into small, unorganized piles that
he would be forced to untangle later, then stepping into the shower.
He would turn the water on all-hot and stand under the furious spray of
scalding water, feeling the liquid burning his skin, worming its way past the
outer layer and burning him to his core, streaming down his arms, legs and
plastron as he lied to himself, saying that it was only water that was burning
painful trails down his cheeks…
But not now. Now Raphael was free to be at peace, just sitting atop a tall
building, looking out at the city, his best friend sitting at his side.
Casey was a brash, violent person, but he was very emotionally-attuned to those
around him, which was lucky for Raphael, who had so many emotions boiling
inside of him.
"What's eatin' atcha?" Casey's voice cut through the calm night air, looking
over at his best friend curiously, knowing that, whether or not the leaf-green
turtle was willing to own up to it, he had something really important that he
needed to get out of his system.
"S'nuthin, Case," Raph mumbled, his lids closing over his lime-green eyes,
shutting out the visions of the world, letting the warm breeze whip around him,
causing goosebumps to raise on his skin, a slight shiver rushing just under his
skin.
"Raph, I know ya, an' I know somethin's wrong witcha," Casey murmured, his
voice slurred from exhaustion and the minor amount of alcohol he and the leaf-
green turtle had consumed over the last three hours.
"Well, maybe ish none o yer bishniss," Raphael slurred, shaking his head
slightly to try and clear it, while cursing himself from drinking and Casey for
convincing him to drink, ‘cause all the dammed alcohol did was bring up images
of soft, supple olive-hued skin and scarlet eyes.
"Like hell iz none of my bizniss," Casey grumbled, clumsily pulling out a
hockey stick and brandishing it at Raphael in a mockery of a threat. "Dammit,
ya stubborn sonuvabish, jus' tell meh! Mebbe I can help ya."
Raphael snorted, his throat burning and his stomach feeling sick again… he knew
he'd be throwing up without a doubt if April and Donnie shoved their romance in
his face when he went home tonight... if he went home tonight. "I don' need no
fuckin' sy-ky-a-trist," he growled, peeking out of the corner of his eye at
Casey, his fuzzy vision taking in a mere blurry image. "S'pecially from a perty
boy human."
Casey chuckled drunkenly, smirking as he scooted closer to Raphael, his hockey
stick thrown to the side and forgotten. "Ya think I'm perty, Raph?" he asked,
giggling girlishly. "Gosh, 'm flattered."
Raphael rolled his eyes and pondered pushing Casey off of the roof, but given
the fact that he was drunk and unsteady, he might accidentally go over as well.
"Tha's not what I meant ta say," he pouted, crossing his arms and looking away
from Casey, closing his eyes so he didn't have to deal with his swimming vision
or the headache beginning to burn in the back of his skull.
"Raphie thinks 'm perty!" Casey sing-songingly teased, the sound making a
slightly less drunk Raphael smirk, wishing that he had a video camera to record
this. But all thoughts flew from his mind when a pair of soft, warm lips
pressed against his own, causing his eyes to flash open in surprise. 
"C-Casey?" Raphael stammered, pushing the young vigilante away enough to get
his words out. "What're ya doin'?!" His eyes were wide and his heart was
pounding, whether from anxiety or excitement, he didn't know.
"I 'ave a lil' plan fer ya," Casey said. Even when he was two inches from
making out with a confused, worried mutant turtle, he still managed to be
wearing that sexy-as-hell smirk, the look amplified by his drunken state; half-
mast lids, dilated pupils, high body temperature.
"'Ow about me an' you get togetha' an' make that perty lil' couple jus' as
jealous as kin be?" the teen asked, his words slurred and unsteady, but Raphael
caught every word, his mind processing it just barely.
"Ya mean Donnie-boy an' Apes?" he asked, keeping his hand firmly on Casey's
chest, intent upon keeping space between the two while his mind worked out the
teen's words.
"Yah, I see tha way ya look at Don," Casey slurred, pushing away Raphael's hand
and tackling the leaf-green turtle, pushing him over onto his carapace,
straddling his plastron. "I know yer wantin' 'im, an' I want Apr'l." Casey
leaned forward, his hot breath ghosting over Raphael's beak, giving him a whiff
of alcohol and...chocolate? That's what the other smell was, which greatly
amused the red-banded turtle. He just chuckled, not even panicking over the
fact that he was inebriated and pinned to the ground by someone equally
inebriated, who was suggesting they get together solely for the sake of making
a different couple jealous. Maybe they had consumed more than a minor amount of
alcohol.
The most ridiculous part was that Raphael wasn't totally disgusted with himself
for considering it. For considering entering a staged relationship with another
guy, just to make another couple jealous! This couple consisting of a red-
headed human girl and a scarlet-eyed mutated turtle! And to top it off, this
person he wanted to attract was not only a guy, but his SIBLING. What kind of
twisted, shit-brained person would you have to be to agree to such a half-
assed, idiotic completely STUPID plan? Pretty fucking twisted!
1 week, 5 days, 23 hours, 27 minutes.
"Deal."
 
***** They did what?! *****
Raphael had no idea why in all hell, earth, heaven, dimension X and New York
that he had ever agreed to Casey's little plan. He had never, ever, ever, ever
in all of his entire fifteen and a half years of life thought he would be
preparing to try and make his brother jealous by pretending to be in a
relationship with his best friend. It was royally fucked up, but Raphael really
couldn't bring himself to care. Most of the stuff that he did was fucked up, so
it really wasn't anything new. Anyways, how would anyone expect Raphael to not
want to make Donnie as jealous as he was making Raphael by sitting across the
living room from him, cuddling with the blue-eyed baby doll: April O'Neil?
Raphael just wanted to run across the room and rip them apart and shout that
Donnie was his!
Only... Donnie wasn't his. He sighed in resignation as the sad truth hit him
like a harsh slap to the face. That was all that he wanted, and damn did he
want it!
He wanted to feel Donnie's soft skin, stare forever into his enchanting eyes,
love him long into the night, taste his delicious palette, make him scream in
ecstasy.
Yes, Raphael had a long list of things he would love to see Donnie doing:
kissing him, lying under him (maybe even atop sometimes to keep things
interesting), smiling at him, showering with him, sleeping with him… Oh yes, a
long list, but not one single item on that damned list included seeing him
cuddle and snuggle up with a freaking human girl!
Had Raphael been subjected to the torture of seeing them together much longer,
he may have done just what he was so aching to do: go separate them, drag
Donnie to his room and make passionate love to him. If they didn't make it to
the bed, then the floor would be a welcome substitute. Thankfully for everyone,
Raphael's 'boyfriend' came in right then, smiling and waving as he made his way
directly to Raphael and sat down next to him.
"Hey, Apes… hey, Donnie," Casey said as he sat back and looked over at Raphael,
sending him a wink that no one else saw.
"Oh, hello, Case," April said, smiling just a wee bit too sweetly at him,
batting her eyelashes as her grip on Donnie's plastron tightened just a bit,
not enough for anyone to notice.
Almost anyone. Unbeknownst to the two young couples trading small chit chat or
watching TV, they were being very intently observed.
"Hello, Casey," Donnie said, his eyes narrowing slightly when they met those of
the teen vigilante. "To what can we attribute the honor of your presence here
tonight?" he asked, his scarlet eyes nearly burning into the teenage boy's skin
as he glared at him.
"I'm allowed to come visit my boyfriend, ain't I?" Casey said, countering
Donnie's glare with a smug look as he leaned over and placed a small kiss on
Raphael's lips, the contact making Raphael blush and look shyly at the other
boy, just like they had practiced.
To say that Donnie and April looked shocked was a major understatement. Their
jaws nearly dropped to the ground, their eyes bugging out in shock.
"Y-your b-boyfriend?" April choked, her eyes wide and her voice distorted,
heavily laden with disbelief. Her eyes switching from Raphael to Casey and
back. "You two? Together? In a romantic relationship?" At their defiant glares
she gawped in shock. "You are serious?" she chuckled slightly. "That is weird
on so many levels!"
"So what does that classify your relationship as?" Raph asked, his voice gruff
and low. He was very jealous, very frustrated and very very angry. Adding a
dose of teasing got him ready to blow up on someone.
"Boy, girl," April said, pointing from Donnie to herself, her words earning
herself a desperate look from Donnie. "N-not that your boy-boy thing is bad, i-
it's just.... you two? Together?" she trailed off slowly, blushing heavily. "It
just seems so unlikely."
Raphael shared a smirk with Casey, their look meaning a lot more than Donatello
and April took it as, however it was correctly interpreted by the figure
watching them from the shadows.
"We may not be the most likely of couples," Casey said, winking at Raphael,
"but we fit together real well." Raphael chuckled and smirked at the innuendo,
his internal glee skyrocketing at the sight of Donnie and April's completely
mortified expressions.
"Yes... of course," April said, looking more than slightly stunned. "I think I
need an aspirin."
Donnie nodded in agreement. His face was pale and he looked slightly sick. "I
think I do too," he said, the couple getting up and walking to Donnie's lab,
leaving Casey and Raphael alone (or kind of alone, considering that they were
being watched) on the couch.
Casey waited until he heard the telltale sound of the lock clicking into place
before jumping up and doing a small victory dance. "Yeah, baby! This is so
gonna work great!" he said, plopping back down next to Raphael and slinging his
arm around his 'boyfriend's' neck. "So I was wondering which of us is gonna be
the dominant male in our relationship?"
Raphael nearly choked, his mouth gaping in surprise at his best friend's
statement. "Why does it matter?"
Casey ignored his words and continued on. "I think it should be me, considering
that I'm older, not to mention taller and more handsome—"
"And more brain-dead." Raphael grumbled. "We're not having sex, so why does it
matter?" he asked, refusing to admit that the thought of having sex with the
shaggy-haired human wasn't entirely unappealing.
"You don't want to snag your brother and be complete inexperienced when he
comes to you, begging for your-" Raphael slapped his hand over Casey's mouth.
"Damn, you're so annoying." Raphael said with an amused grin, letting his best
friend know that his words were meant in jest, "It's sad that you make sense.
But if I'm dom in that relationship, how does that work with you being top in
ours?" he asked, earning a pout and a sigh from the black-haired boy.
"Fine," Casey said when Raphael released his mouth. "I'll make you another
deal." He grabbed Raphael's shoulders and pushed him onto his back, "We'll go
both ways." He cocked an eyebrow in question at Raphael, "Whadda ya say?" The
ebony-haired boy moved to adopt the position they had found themselves in the
night they agreed on their 'relationship': Casey straddling Raphael's hips,
bending over the leaf-green turtle, their mouths nearly touching.
Raphael swallowed heavily, blushing when heat began pooling in his groin. The
feeling was not unusual, but it had never so intense before. "Y-yeah, sure," he
stuttered quietly, refusing to look up at Casey, knowing that his best friend
would be smirking down at him.
He nearly whimpered when Casey trailed his fingers along the edges of Raphael's
plastron, tracing the rough edges softly, making Raphael wonder who the hell
this was; Casey was not this gentle at anything! Raphael's assumption was
proven wrong as Casey's long, slender, yet strong fingers moved over his
plastron, rubbing over the ridges separating the sections of his mocha-colored
plastron. The boy was more exploring than actually attempting to pleasure the
other, though Raph was getting pleasured whether Casey was trying or not.
A quiet "Ahem," jerked the attention of both Raphael and Casey to the other
side of the living room, where Splinter was standing, his toasty-brown eyes
observing them curiously. "I do hope that you do not plan on copulating in the
center of the lair," Splinter said, his words making Raphael glare at Casey and
open his mouth to explain, but Splinter just held up his palm. "I am going to
leave now," he said, turning around and heading towards the kitchen. "For
several hours." He looked back for a second. "Maybe rest my eyes for a while."
After Splinter disappeared Raphael turned to yell at Casey, but his words were
cut off by a kiss from the black-haired boy.
"Wanna go to your room?" he asked, grinning wolfishly down at Raphael, his gaze
suggesting that he wanted to eat him alive.
Raphael bit his lower lip. "Fine," he said, struggling to get up. He was glad
to have a small amount of relief when Casey slipped off of him and pulled him
up, slipping his arm around Raphael's shoulders and led them back to the leaf-
green terrapin's bedroom, locking the door behind him.
Raphael stood by the bed, shifting from foot to foot nervously, his cheeks
flaming. "Were you serious, Case?" he asked nervously, "A-about the...ya
know...sex?"
Casey laughed, shaking his head as he pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to
the floor by his feet. "We're not going that far... yet," he said, moving
closer to Raphael and cornering the green-eyed turtle against the bed. "They
just need to think we are." he whispered, hovering close to Raphael. His lips
turned up into his signature smirk when he saw Raphael's apparent fascination
with his bare upper body. "We're gonna explore today. " His voice was low and
husky. "It'll be fun," he assured at Raphael's wary expression. He pushed
lightly on Raph's shoulders and tipped the surprised terrapin back onto the
bed, clambering on over him. He knelt between Raphael's spread legs, looking
down at the handsome mutant with a lusty expression.
"So they think we're having sex, but in truth we're just exploring?" Raphael
echoed, his voice jumping slightly when he felt a sharp, pleasurable tug at his
tail. The meager action sent blood rushing to his cock, making it begin to
swell in it's hidden pocket.
"Yeah..." Casey smirked as he thumbed the wiggling appendage in his hand. "You
know I've always wondered if your tail was sensitive," he chuckled, stroking
Raphael's tail, making the younger boy release a sound completely foreign to
him. Raph knew that it was a churr, the sexual noise produced by his kind… he
had just never heard it before. Neither had Casey obviously, because the teen
looked slightly apprehensive, but mostly curious.
Raphael churred again when Casey gave another sharp tug on his hypersensitive
tail. "Why don't we get these off?" Casey asked, tugging at Raph's belt. He
made quick work of loosening it and removing it from Raph's body, harboring no
resistance from the panting, red-masked turtle. Raphael's knee and elbow pads
soon followed, tumbling from the bed and falling forgotten to the floor.
"C-Casey..." Raphael churred out the teen's name as his strong hand trailed
down from the center of his plastron down to the softer part between his legs
and the bulge growing there.
"Yes, Raph?" Casey murmured, his fingers gently sliding over the dripping edges
of Raphael's swollen slit, slipping his index finger into the swollen pocket,
stroking Raphael's slick length. The sensations stole all of Raph's control and
he dropped down, a rolling churr escaping his mouth as he did so.
"I-is this really okay?" the hot-headed turtle asked; his state of passion
opening a more unsure, vulnerable side of him. He was warring within himself,
his mind was unsure if he wanted to do this, but his body was insisting that
yes, he wanted this very much indeed.
"Of course it is," Casey answered, his hands rubbing Raphael's thighs slowly
and sensually, feeling the thick, hard muscles rippling as Raph's legs tensed,
the muscles flexing nervously. "Neither of us are in a relationship with anyone
else, Mr. H obviously isn't against it as long as we ain't fucking like rabbits
when he's in the room." He leaned down and licked a stripe up Raphael's already
dripping arousal, a visible shudder running through the emerald-eyed turtle's
body as he did. "There's the small matter of being underage, but that really
doesn't count considering that you're a mutated turtle," he said, licking his
lips suggestively as he looked at Raphael's face, taking in his lidded eyes,
parted lips, flushed cheeks and panting breaths.
"Damn, you're really fucking gorgeous," Casey said, chuckling as he descended
upon Raph's virgin cock again, making the red-banded terrapin involuntarily
thrust up into his hot, wet mouth. A variety of churrs escaped his lips from
small, short chirps to long, rolling hums of sexual appreciation.
It didn't take too long with Casey's talented mouth working vigorously on
Raphael's erection before he was cumming, his first climax roaring through his
body with all the power of a tsunami, leaving him boneless and breathless on
the bed. He was panting heavily, his eyes rolled back in his head, his hand
twitched slightly every now and then.
Casey sucked Raph's now-flaccid cock clean and pulled off of the teenage
turtle, letting him rest his body after the intense orgasm he had experienced.
He nearly gasped when he felt a knee cock up, rubbing against his own erection,
his eyes flashed up to Raphael's and he was met with a naughty grin.
"Can I?" Raph asked, his words sounding a little slurred as he sat up and
tucked himself back into his hidden pocket, his eyes not leaving Casey's.
Casey nodded, his stomach jumping with excitement. He hadn't told the leaf-
green turtle this, but April wasn't the only person the black-haired vigilante
had a major crush on, and his heart was racing in anticipation of having those
leaf-green lips curled around him. They had kissed plenty of times in the last
17 days since they had formed their 'relationship', and Casey had, many times,
dreamed of having them wrapped around his length, engulfing him to the root.
It was a very new experience for both of them as Casey stripped off completely,
the shaggy teen feeling shy in front of the equally as naked terrapin and
Raphael being confronted with a naked human, especially an aroused naked human.
Raphael was now the one with the advantage, having his package hidden away.
Casey felt more self-conscious and embarrassed as the only one exposed, though
his shyness soon dissipated as Raphael's hands tentatively trailed over his
defined abdominal muscles, curiosity and admiration gleaming in his emerald
eyes. The turtle smirked up at Casey, his previous attitude returning now that
he was no longer squirming on the bed in pleasure.
Casey returned the gesture, albeit half-heartedly, but still there. His
breathing picked up pace as Raphael tentatively brushed his finger over the
weeping tip of Casey's erection, eliciting a small moan from the teen.
Raphael's smirk darkened at the newfound knowledge that Casey appeared to be a
very vocal partner, filing the information away for possible later use. After a
small breath, he gathered the clear liquid leaking from the tip of Casey's
erection and smeared it over his length, grasping it loosely in his palm and
stroking him once, testing the waters.
At Casey's small groan of pleasure, Raphael answered with a churr as he began
stroking him in earnest, going slowly at first, then speeding up, leaning down
and flicking his tongue out to lap at the tip, tearing a strangled cry from
Casey's throat as he was hit with a powerful wave of pleasure.
"Oh shit, Raph!" Casey cried out, his hips bucking. His hands flew up to hold
the terrapin's head where it was, the teen's chocolate eyes peeking down at him
and begging him for what Raph knew he wanted
Raph parted his lips and leaned down, taking nearly all of Casey's length into
his mouth. His throat swallowed convulsively around it as he tried to take
Casey's erection in and shut down his gag reflex at the same time, all the
while trying to breathe.
All it took was a few ragged thrusts and Casey emptied himself into the
turtle's mouth. He was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that he was unable
to make himself be concerned when Raphael choked and gagged ad Casey's hot
semen spurted down his throat, coating the inside of his mouth with the sticky,
white fluids.
Casey slumped back against the end of the bed, his eyes hazy and drooping, the
cloudy pupils staring tiredly at Raphael, a lazy smirk on his lips. "Damn, that
was great, babe." The praise made Raphael blush madly.
The ebony-haired teen wiggled back into his underwear and pants and sat on the
bed next to a still naked Raphael. "C'mere," Casey said, pulling Raphael closer
to him. He then cupped the back of his head and leaned in, fitting their lips
together in a long, sweet kiss.
Casey's smirk hadn't disappeared when he pulled away. He gently tugged Raphael
off of the bed. Watching the turtle re-dress himself was quite entertaining and
Casey resolved to be the cause of Raph's lack of attire more often. He also
made sure to take note of that damned little tail… the adorable thing peeking
out from under his carapace, teasing Casey as it wiggled, and from Raphael's
expression when he straightened up, that was exactly what it was supposed to
do.
Casey slipped his hand around Raph's. He gave it a small squeeze as he opened
the door and they walked out to rejoin the world of the living.
As soon as they walked into the living room, they were met with incredulous
stares. Mikey, who had gotten back from patrol some time during their
exploration, pointed out the fact that Casey wasn't wearing a shirt. Not that
Raphael had noticed.
That comment aroused an entire new topic in the conversation, led mostly by
Mikey, asking the couple what they had been doing, and when they went to answer
he cut them off saying that he could already smell it all over them. Raphael
was blushing as red as his mask by then. What annoyed him was that Donnie and
April were still locked in Donnie's lab.
Leo didn't tease them as much, just watched them, his mouth set in a blank
line, his eyes passive as he stared at his younger brother and his new
boyfriend. Raph hated when Leo was this way… it meant that he had been fighting
with Karai again, and that seemed to be happening more and more frequently as
the weeks passed. After a barrage of teasing, Mikey quieted down and they all
watched a cartoon, some new one that wasn't that stupid Space Heroes show.
About 45 minutes after Raphael and Casey's return from Raph's bedroom,
Donatello and April emerged from the lab, their cheeks flushed and eyes shining
with joy. The happy look on Donnie's face made Raphael's heart clench painfully
and he instinctively curled slightly into Casey's side, sighing in relief when
the 16-year-old curled an arm around his shoulders to comfort him.
Donnie froze in his tracks when he saw Raph and Casey sitting together, the
smile dropping from his face when he sniffed the air and inhaled a peculiar
smell. It almost smelled like... His eyes widened in realization, then narrowed
in anger to cover the hurt in his chest. He couldn't believe that Raph and
Casey had done... that! It was all his fault! He and April shouldn't have made
the stupid plan to get Raphael jealous! He should've just walked up to his
older brother and admitted his love for him, but now... now it was too late.
His heart felt like it were being crushed and he didn't know what he was doing,
but he just grabbed April and pulled her close to him, crushing his mouth
against hers in an angry kiss, wanting Raphael to see it. He wanted Raph to see
how much he had hurt him by choosing Casey over Donatello. Obviously April was
having the same feelings over Casey being with Raphael because she kissed him
back with more anger than he’d ever felt her possess.
It was too hard and too fast, but they eventually parted, panting heavily to
collect their lost breath. They joined hands and went to sit down opposite
Casey and Raphael, cuddling together and watching the movie.
Leo was not impressed by the show and immediately covered Michelangelo's
intently watching eyes, pulling the youngest of the four terrapins out of the
room mumbling under his breath about 'stubborn, short-sighted numskulls' as
they disappeared out of the room.
Casey and Donnie shared a mutual look of complete and utter angry
determination, eyes narrowed, teeth bared and eyes flaming. They stared each
other down until the look was broken by a particularly loud noise from the TV,
their gazes separating, the anger fizzling out into the air.
A peaceful calm followed the angry connection. Donatello just rubbed April's
back in smooth, calming motions, comforting the teen girl. Casey just let his
arm rest around Raph's shoulders, doing no more for fear of injuring the
terrapin's manly pride.
The four sat in the living room, conflicting desires and emotions flitting
around them, clashing fiercely with one another, both too prideful to give up
their defenses and admit defeat.
Unbeknownst to the young beings, they were being watched; studied by a great
new evil, which was merely waiting for the opportune moment to strike… when
they were at their weakest.
***** Ignorance is bitch *****
"Donnie?"
"Donnie?"
"DONATELLO!"
Donnie's distracted gaze snapped to the fiery red-head standing in front of
him. April was glaring at him, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed in an
angry pout, the look making Donnie smile fondly at her as memories of when he
was attracted to her rushed into his mind. He still thought April was
beautiful, and if his heart hadn't been stolen by another, he would still be
chasing after her.
But it was for everyone's better interest that Donatello's affection's had
switched to his immediate elder brother. Everyone except Donatello that is.
Ever since the day April had weaseled the truth about his feelings out of him
and insisted upon getting together to make Raphael jealous, Donnie's life
seemed to only get 10 times worse.
It was a truly infuriating situation, and one Donatello, now so deep into, was
unable to escape; stuck in the lie of a relationship, his heart being broken
every time he saw his brother and Casey together, every time he smelled them,
their scents mingling together on their bodies. The only thing that comforted
Donatello: after 3 weeks of being together sexually with Casey, Raphael was
never truly mated, telling Donatello that the red-banded ninja wasn't giving it
out or going bottoms up for the vigilante, which gave Donnie a spark of hope. A
hope that he knew April shared.
When Donnie and April's relationship began, they mutually decided that sex or
anything pertaining to sexual acts was a big 'No-no', they just didn't see each
other that way. Their focuses concentrated on, as embarrassing as it may sound
for the terrapin, romancing. That's right, April was teaching Donatello how to
romance his partner. It was adorable, but a total disaster at the same time.
The purple-banded turtle couldn't flirt, couldn't really lead a kiss, didn't
know how to use body language, and he had utterly failed when he tried to sweet
talk (using April as his stand-in Raphael the whole time).
April could see that even though Donnie would be a mostly submissive person,
Raphael would want him to top sometimes, so she made him research the subject
because the last thing the younger turtle would want would be to hurt his
beloved brother.
Aside from schooling Donnie on sexual matters, April enjoyed spending time with
her best friend, especially on the days when they practiced their dancing.
Because, unlike his failed attempts at everything else she had taught him,
Donatello Hamato was an incredible dancer.
"What, April?" the olive-skinned terrapin asked, his eyes drooping boredly, his
mouth hanging open slightly as he half-watched her rummage through a stack of
CDs in her hands.
For the first week after Casey and Raphael's announcement of their
relationship, Donatello had hidden himself in his lab, grieving for his lost
opportunity to grab his brother's attention. He hadn't truly meant to drive him
away, he hadn't really wanted to make Raphie jealous either… April was just so
insistent... and now they had both lost their chances with the people they
truly wanted. But Donnie didn't entirely blame April; after all, he had agreed
to her plan.
Today appeared to be one of those days that April loved. Proof of that fact was
the smile on her face as she popped a CD into the player and pressed the play
button, grabbing Donnie's hand and pulling him away from the desk out into the
bare expanse of floor that had been cleared just for the purpose of their
dancing.
As the music began to play through the speakers, filling the room with it's
gentle, yet fun tones, sparking an instinctual reaction in Donatello. Without a
thought he began to sway in time with the music, glad to see that April was
doing the same thing, their movements identical as they moved to the sound of
the music, their breathing eventually reaching the point of disjointed panting
breaths as they tried to out-do one another's moves, rhythmic cries and grunts
joining in with elated laughter as they enjoyed themselves together. Though
their romantic feelings were not towards each other, their friendship was
plenty enough for them.
~
"Whoever said ‘Ignorance is bliss’ is an idiot!" Raphael grumbled, delivering a
furious punch to the training dummy he had been beating for the last hour. He
was angry as hell and even more upset. Anger was how Raphael dealt with
everything. Anger was his outlet, his release. He let all of his anger, fear
and sadness out through his more and more frequent outbursts of fury.
Donatello… with April... together. And he could've stopped it. He could've just
told Donatello how he felt and saved everyone a lot of shit, but no, he had to
go and be an idiot and not say anything.
Raphael wasn't angry with Donnie. He wasn't angry with Casey. He wasn't even
angry with April. Raphael was angry with the sole reason the whole mess had
come about...himself.
If he hadn't been too afraid of rejection, he would've told his younger brother
about his love. If he'd just told him...
Raphael ceased his furious barrage of attacks on the punching bag, opting
instead for letting his forehead rest lightly on it as his flurry of thoughts
raced through his mind.
The red-clad terrapin was so absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't even notice
Splinter standing behind him, until Splinter placed his hand gently on
Raphael's shoulder. "Something troubles you, my son?" asked Splinter, his
intelligent eyes taking in his son's hunched posture, droopy eyes and upside-
down smile; a clear look of an upset person... er, turtle.
Raphael looked back at his sensei, shaking his head slightly in denial of the
clear and obvious truth. "No, Sensei," he said, turning completely around to
face Splinter, though he refrained from looking at the rat, knowing that it
would just make him want to spill his guts about everything, and that was the
last thing he wanted; to shame his family.
Splinter raised a brow in a quizzical look, his brown eyes seeming to be trying
to peer past Raphael's skin and into the soul below. "Very well, my son,"
Splinter said, nodding slowly; giving in for the moment and letting his son try
to deal with his problem on his own. "When you want to talk, I will always be
willing to listen."
Raphael glanced up and sighed in relief when he saw that Splinter had walked
away. He needed to work through this himself, and in doing so, he needed some
time alone; away from his family.
Raphael walked to his room and for a second he just looked around, remembering
everything that he and his brothers had gone through, smiling fondly at several
pictures he had hung on the wall. He took them down and tucked them away safely
in his bag, placed in between a few rolls of wraps and a couple bandages… he
didn't know how long he planned on staying away.
He had a lot to deal with before he came back, he needed to get his feelings
under control, he needed to rid himself of the guilt he felt for what he did
with Casey, and the shame he felt for wanting someone who was not only his
brother, but also was already in a relationship.
With a small sigh, he lifted up his bag and walked out of his room, closing the
door silently behind him. He had no desire to alert anyone to his presence, nor
his soon-to-be lack of presence.
Using his ninja stealth that he had trained so long and hard to acquire, he
slipped past the other bedrooms and into the living room. Moving like a shadow,
he slipped past Donnie's lab and couldn't stop himself from freezing for a
moment. Upon hearing the faint sounds of music, mixed with peals of laughter
and joy, his heart clenched painfully. He knew that it would hurt… he had been
prepared for it, but it still cut him deep. He looked down, almost expecting to
see blood draining down his plastron, but to no avail… he was still alive as he
was the previous day.
Raphael pushed away from the door, being as silent as possible. His anger and
frustration was reaching a peak and he knew it would be moments before it was
released.
With a final pain-filled glance at the door to Donnie's lab, he turned and fled
the lair, nothing on his mind except escaping the pain he was feeling inside,
and getting away before he showed it to anyone else.
~
He isn't mine.
Raphael ran for what seemed like hours. He ran until his ninja-trained lungs
were burning and aching with the undeniable need for oxygen. He ran until he
was so far away he was sure no one could possibly hear him. And he let it out.
All of the emotions that he had been trying to let out in little bits poured
out of him, and he yelled. He yelled, kicked, punched and attacked anything and
everything in sight, which was actually just a bunch of stone columns. He felt
so good, letting his anger out, beating the stone until he had made cracks in
the wall, shredding his wrappings and hands in the process.
Raphael's fingers clenched tightly around his sai, preparing to drive it into
the wall, until something pricked him in the back of the neck. His already
exhausted mind couldn't really even register what was going on before he
slumped to the ground, his mind shutting down. He lay there, his eyes closing
as shadows loomed over his defenseless body.
~
"This is so weird, dudes."
"Is he okay?"
"I don't know, Keiji."
"Mashiro, stop poking him."
"He's still asleep, Reizo, he can't feel it."
"I don't care! Stop poking him!"
Raphael's sleepy mind slowly came to life, his heavy eyes cracking open to
allow him a peek at his brothers, all of whom were hovering over the bed he was
lying on. No. Not bed... table. He tried to sit up, but soon discovered that he
was restricted by metal cuffs attached to the table.
That was when he started to get freaked out.
"Donnie, let me offa this thing!" he said, pulling against the restraints, the
motions getting his blood pumping again, washing the numbness away and making
him realize just how trashed his body was. And he knew that he hadn't done it
all by his little release session. He had been beaten, rather brutally it
seemed, if the way his ribs, left leg, and his arm screamed out with pain. He
was barely able to clear his mind enough to deduce that his ribs were cracked,
his the bones in his entire left leg were broken, clear up to the hip, which
seemed to only be cracked. And whatever part of him that wasn't broken, was
bruised black, blue and purple.
Whatever had attacked him had made sure that he wouldn't be getting up for a
nice, long time.
He wanted to scream, but he wasn't going go do that… not in front of Donnie.
"What the shell happened to me?" he growled. The gruffness in his voice was
generated from his attempts to handle the pain, not from his anger at his
younger brother for strapping him down on a table while he was crunched up like
a discarded toy.
"You were attacked, Raphael," Donnie said, sending a look at Leo and Mikey,
sending them off, out of the room, giving them a small package and some
whispered instructions before closing and locking the door behind them.
Raphael's heart jumped into his throat when Donnie looked back at him, his eyes
glowing blood red. "Don't worry," Donnie said, walking over to Raphael, his
lips curling up into a cruel smirk. "I am going to take good care of you."
That was when Raphael began to panic.
~
Donatello, having just retired from his daily study session with April, went to
go see his sensei, in hopes of having his master give him some advice on his
situation. But when he walked into the dojo, he was met with a very concerned-
looking Splinter. "Oh, Sensei! I was just coming to look for you, actually,"
Donnie said, opening his mouth to explain his predicament, but closed it when
Splinter held up his hand to silence him.
"Raphael is in danger," Splinter said, worry very evident in his seemingly aged
voice.
Donnie's first instinct was to scream, the second one was to go kill whoever
was endangering his Raphie, and the third, by far the most rational, was to
inquire about the situation.
"HOW'S HE IN DANGER? WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?! IF SOMEONE HURTS HIM I WILL SHOVE
MY BO UP THEIR—"
"Donatello!"
Splinter's angry words knocked Donnie out of his panicked state and he snapped
to attention. "Yes, Sensei?"
Splinter sighed. "Find your brothers and go look for Raphael," he said, his
eyes narrowing slightly. "Find and bring Casey with you."
Donnie nodded. "And April, Sensei? Should she come with us?"
Splinter slowly stroked his small braided beard and shook his head. "No,
Donatello. Send April in here," he sighed, turning away and going to look at
the pictures sitting on the mantle. "I need to speak with her."
Donnie nodded and rushed away, his heart filling with gut-wrenching fear. 'What
if something happens to Raphael? Before I have a chance to tell him how I
feel?' He pushed the thoughts away as he burst into his lab, which was where
April, Leo and Mikey were discussing their most recent encounter with their new
enemy; the infamous Tiger Claw.
"Guys!" Donnie yelled, crashing through the doors and stumbling over to them,
ninja stealth be damned. "Raphie's in danger, we have to go save him before he
gets hurt!" Donnie said, his words sparking an immediate reaction from his
brothers; laughter.
"You just called him Raphie!" Mikey snorted, hanging onto Leo's arm to support
himself as they laughed.
"I am serious!" Donnie yelled. "He's is in danger, Sensei said so… we have to
go!" His panic and worry was obviously showing on his face because Leo and
Mikey quieted down very quickly.
"Okay, bro, let me grab my chuks and we'll get goin'," Mikey said, jogging out
of the room.
"I guess I'll come too," April said, picking up her weapon and preparing to
tuck it away when Donnie grabbed her hand.
"No, April," Donnie said, shaking his head. "Sensei said he wants to speak with
you, you can't go." When the fiery red-head opened her mouth to argue, Donnie
covered it with his, initiating a brief kiss. "Even though I don't love you
that way.." he whispered, "I will never be able to deny the fact that I did
once." He backed away slowly. "When we find Raphael, I'm telling him how I
feel, so this is the end of us." he sighed and turned away. "Goodbye, April."
Without another word, he was gone.
~
"Wake up, Raphael."
A sharp tug at his tail made Raphael wince and wiggle to life.
"Good to see that you're still alive."
His sore eyes flashed open to see a red-eyed Donatello hovering over him, a
crazy grin on his normally cute face. "I'm not glad to see that you are."
Raphael growled, his voice coming out as a dusty creak. "Who the hell are you?"
Whoever this creepy Donatello look-alike was turned away and walked over to a
different table, picking up a small picture and looking down at it. Dread
filled Raphael when he realized what it was. "Get your filthy hands off of
that!" he yelled angrily, pulling on his arms and kicking his legs, remembering
just a second too late that his leg was broken. He braced himself for the
agony, but none came, which surprised him.
"I am Reizo," the Donnie look-alike said, turning around, the small photo in
his hand. "I'm the one who's been watching you for the last 4 months as your
bones healed completely."
Raphael's brow ridge furrowed in confusion. "F-four months? I've been gone four
months?!" he nearly choked in surprise and terror. "How?"
Reizo looked away from him, his glowing red eyes fading back to the normal
color of Donnie's. "This is a different dimension than your own. The time runs
differently," he said, placing the picture two inches away from Raphael's
trapped hand. "It's been a couple hours for your dimension."
Raphael's brain was beginning to hurt from the information. "A different
dimension? And you look like my Donnie? What's going on?"
Reizo just smirked and rested his all-too-soft hand on Raphael's bare calf,
making the leaf-green terrapin realize that he was completely undressed and
this Reizo guy, aside from a lab coat, was too.
"You want to know something, Raphael?" he asked, casually running his hand up
Raph's leg, caressing his thigh gently. "The only reason you find yourself
attracted to Casey, and the same for Casey being attracted to you, is because
of my world." He sneered the last words angrily. "My idiotic older brother fell
in love with that black-haired miscreant and left me and my family. He went and
got himself killed while trying to save his beloved Masayuki from a problem the
human made himself!" The olive-skinned turtle's eyes began glowing fiery red
again as his anger rose. "That's why you want to leave behind your beloved
Donnie, for that pathetic human; Casey Jones," he sneered, squeezing Raphael's
thigh hard enough to leave bruises. "Micho left me for Masayuki; it's only
natural for our polar opposites to be attracted to one-another too."
Raphael's eyes widened and he started struggling again. "You mean it's because
of your brother that I am being a damned ass about my feelings for Donnie?!" he
yelled, thrashing about best he could in his position.
Reizo smirked and shook his head. "Oh no, that wouldn't have happened if I
hadn't breached the barrier between our worlds and stole your April away,
switching her with my Takara."
"You… Did… What?!" Raphael raged, flexing his tired muscles and trying to break
free and kill this fucker. "You stole April?! And you..." It just kind of hit
him in the face like a slap. "That isn't April that's been hanging all over
Donnie?" he asked, a tsunami-sized wave of relief washing over him when he
realized that he didn't have to hate April anymore.
"Our names here in this dimension were supposed to tell us our personalities."
Reizo said, picking up a file from the nearby table and opening it.
"Keiji - A cautious ruler," he smirked down at Raphael. "Keiji is the opposite
of your eldest brother; Leonardo." He turned back to the page.
"Mashiro - One who is open-minded." He rolled his eyes. "More like 'one who is
empty-minded'. Obviously this is the opposite version of your younger brother;
Michelangelo."
"Masayuki means 'One who causes trouble'," he said bitterly, not caring if Raph
was listening or not. "Micho - One who has the strength of 3,000." In a sudden
burst of anger, he threw the folder across the room.
"A DAMN LOT OF GOOD THAT STRENGTH OF 3,000 DID WHEN HE GOT STABBED THROUGH THE
HEART!" he raged, his eyes nearly dripping molten lava from their burning
depths.
Raphael's eyes widened as he suddenly understood. "You loved him..." he
whispered, getting confirmation to his statement when Reizo's eyes flashed up
in surprise, the glowing red disappearing, leaving broken, tear-filled scarlet
eyes.
"Reizo - One who is calm and well-kept," he whispered softly, his personality
seeming to completely switch as the sparkling rivulets trailed down his cheeks.
"I was. Until he left me. I was calm and well-kept, until he was gone. When he
left, he took my heart with him."
Raphael raised his brow ridge in confusion. "Micho, w-was that me? My
opposite?" he asked, his throat drying up when the Donnie look-alike suddenly
threw himself atop Raphael's prone form, hugging Raphael tenderly, letting his
tears fall on Raph's plastron, making the leaf-green terrapin blush.
'This isn't Donnie, this isn't Donnie, this isn't Donnie.' Raphael chanted in
his head. 'Donnie is home with April, Donnie is home with April, Donnie is home
with Apr-'
"Why is Takara in my world, instead of April?" he growled, his eyes darkening
as he felt his anger rushing over him. "If she hurts my family, I will kill all
of you."
"Takara took the place of April O'Neil because I needed her for my plan to
work."
Raphael rolled his eyes and chuckled mirthlessly. "Well get in line, the Kraang
and the Foot already got dibs on her after us," he said, wincing when he felt a
sharp tug on his tail.
"Listen to me," Reizo demanded, his velvet-like hands trailing away from
Raphael's tail and along his inner thighs, making him shudder slightly, whether
from pleasure or revulsion he couldn't tell. "You and that human girl are the
only way I am going to get my brother back, and unfortunately, neither of you
are going to survive this," The olive-hued turtle said, biting his lower lip
and leaning back over Raphael, his eyes glowing again as he appeared to regrasp
his previous personality.
"I don't care what happens to me," Raphael said, struggling fiercely, feeling,
but ignoring the hard metal cutting into his already sliced skin. "But if you
touch April, I will kill you!" he yelled.
"I thought you hated her?" Reizo said, pushing a button on the wall and
standing back as it opened and another table rolled into the room, coming to
rest next to Raphael's. April was strapped to it.
"No, I don't hate her!" Raphael shook his head vehemently. "I am jealous of her
because she holds the affections of the person I love."
Reizo nodded slowly. "Riiiight. Well, here she is, all safe and sound, and
there she goes, back to her room." He said pushing the table and sending it
sliding out of the room, the wall closing behind it.
"April!" Raphael cried out, trying to rouse the girl from her sleep, but the
wall closed on his words.
"Now, I have about 2 more months before your family comes to find you and save
you and your red-haired friend, but by then I will have revived Micho, and you
two will be dead."
The callous way this freak spoke about death made Raphael's stomach turn. "How
is that gonna work?" he asked. His voice was strained as he tried to suppress
his anger and think his way out of the situation.
"I honestly don't know if it will," Reizo said, looking back at Raph from where
he had taken his original position of standing by the table Raph was strapped
on. "I'm taking a chance here."
"WHAT?!" Raphael raged, struggling again, jerking and pulling at his wrist and
ankle restraints as though the pain had no meaning to him. "Y-you're gonna risk
two lives just to try and bring your dead brother back to life?! THAT'S
COMPLETELY NUTS!"
"Tell me something, Raphael," Reizo said, glaring down at the leaf-green turtle
strapped on the table. "If someone hurt Donatello, what would you do to them?"
"I'd kill the dirty bastard!"
"Then we understand each other," Reizo said, walking away and coming back with
a small vial attached to a tube. "Masayuki didn't live a day after my beloved
Micho." Reizo sneered the words as he put the tube to Raphael's lips. "Now open
your mouth and drink this before I have to resort to drastic measures," he
said, his other hand moving to rub between Raphael's legs gently.
Raphael attempted to glare Reizo to death, but when that failed he opened his
mouth, unable to escape the small churr that escaped his mouth as he did so.
Though the sound was choked off by the burning liquid sloshing down his throat,
making his eyes water.
"What the hell was that?" Raphael grumbled, feeling his body become kind of
light and heavy all at the same time.
"A simple relaxation serum," Reizo murmured, walking across the room, bending
over to type at a computer, checking his monitors every now and again, Raphael
realized that the table must be giving off readings on his body signals. He was
watching them, until he looked over and caught a peek of Reizo's butt and cute
little tail wiggling as he typed at the computer.
Raphael blushed heavily, but couldn't take his eyes away from that image, he
was barely able to register one of the monitors starting to beep. He could only
guess that that particular monitor was tracking his sexual excitement, cause he
was trying to stomp down his rapidly rising libido.
Reizo peeked over his shoulder at Raphael and smirked, his eyes catching a
playful gleam as he walked over to the table and crawled up on it, kneeling on
the wide table between Raphael's spread and locked thighs.
"Don't tell me that you don't want this," he purred, resting his hands on
Raphael's thighs and gently leaning down to lick a small stripe up Raph's
swelling slit, causing the hot-headed terrapin to tense up and a small churr to
escape his gritted teeth.
"Don't want it," Raphael said, his words getting choked and panting. "Want
Donnie, you're not him," he said, trying to get away, but unable to. "I love
Donnie!" he protested. "Not you… you're a monster!" He bit his lip to hold back
another churr as his tail was stroked, but the hand disappeared and his nose
was covered, making opening his mouth the only option for breathing. He
grudgingly opened his mouth, cursing himself as a few more strangled churrs
slipped out of his parted lips.
Reizo took a deep breath, closing his eyes and slowly let his breath out, his
eyes sliding open again, scarlet irises replacing the solid blood-red, glowing
eyes. "I am Donnie," he said, his voice coming out sounding too much like
Donnie's for Raphael's drugged brain. Reizo's voice was deeper and this new
Donnie voice in this world was confusing him.
"You're not Donnie," he mumbled, his voice coming out sounding strange due to
having his nose blocked off and his damned churrs refusing to stop coming out.
"I d-don't want you.." His voice jumped as Reizo rubbed his finger up Raph's
dripping slit, pushing it open slightly, letting the tip of his semi-hard
member out into the air, the natural lubricant dripping down his plastron, over
his entrance and his tail, pooling in a cooling puddle between his spread
thighs.
"You say one thing, but your body says another," Reizo sing-songed, leaning
down and flicking his tongue over the tip of Raph's weeping cock, gathering the
bitter pre-cum on his tongue and swallowing it down, his throat convulsing as
the clear substance slid down it.
"My body is stupid!" Raphael whimpered, churring and even chirping occasionally
as Donn—Reizo deep throated his erection, sucking almost painfully. One of his
hands stroking Raph's tail just added to the pleasure and he cried out as his
orgasm neared.
Reizo saw that Raphael was near his climax and he pulled away, making Raphael's
churrs drain away. His body, which had been arching from the table like a bow,
fell flat. His cheeks were flooded with color and he was filled with shame
because he was enjoying the fake-Donnie's touches.
'He looks so much like Donnie,' Raphael thought as he watched Reizo drop his
lab coat to the floor, revealing his bulged plastron and swollen, dripping
slit. 'Of course, I've never seen Donnie like this before, so maybe he
doesn't.' Reizo dropped down, with a shuddering churr, into his own palm, his
erect member slick with his natural lubricant, his lusty eyes locked on
Raphael's.
"Donnie," Raph whispered, his eyes squeezing shut when he felt one thick finger
pressing into him, worming it's way past his ring of muscle protecting his
velvet heat that Reizo so desired.
"Donnie, I love you," he whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes
and gathering behind his lids as he was violated by a cruel copy of the person
he loved.
"Raphie, hang on."
Raphael's tears spilled over his lids, running down his cheeks as a small smile
graced his lips when he heard the imagined whisper of his beloved's voice.
"I'll try, Donnie," he whispered, his words being drawn out in a cry of anguish
as another finger was thrust into his virgin entrance and scissored, the
fingers stretching him painfully.
"Stop!" he yelled at Reizo, his body trying to escape the cruel turtle's touch.
"Please stop! I don't want this!"
Something cool, smooth and very hard collided with Raphael's head, making his
vision go out of whack and his ears ring, blood pounding in his brain. "You
will stay still for me, even if I have to knock you out!" Reizo growled,
obviously deeming Raph prepped enough, or he was just pissed at Raph, but he
unlocked the leaf-green terrapin's thighs and picked his lower body up,
wrapping Raphael's legs around his shell as he lined himself up with Raph's
entrance and pushed in.
Raphael's screams echoed off of the walls as he was raped with no mercy, his
body being used for the most defiling act one person can do to another. He
wanted to stop screaming, he wanted to stop showing weakness, but this was a
different pain. He could get cut, bruised, burnt, even broken by the Foot,
Kraang, Purple Dragons, even his brothers, but this was worse, this was so much
worse.
He obtained those wounds with pride and honor, but this... there was no honor
in this. He could feel the other turtle inside of him and he was sick, his
stomach turning and more tears spilling down his cheeks. He felt Reizo's seed
filling him, burning him from the inside out. Raphael's own erection was long
since gone and retreated to the safety of its pocket.
He lay there on the table as Reizo removed himself from Raphael and left, not
bothering to lock the turtle back up, not that he had any need. Tears fell in
an unbroken stream down Raphael's pale cheeks as he lay there. He had been
broken, his body had been defiled; marked by the enemy. His honor had been
stolen and lay in tatters on the ground. He had no honor, his family was gone.
He had nothing... except the promise of death.
 
***** Save me *****
It had been 36 days since the first time that Reizo raped Raphael, and no less
times that the cruel copy of Donatello had violated him again.
Raphael had long since given up hope of being saved; he had long been wishing
for death, counting down the days, the violations, until his life would end,
once and for all.
He still dreamed of his life with his brothers and father while just lying on
the table, rarely being allowed to get up and move his stiff limbs… mostly just
sitting there, his body working of its own accord, his mind flitting in and out
of reality, making him unsure about everything. Not that he cared anymore.
Raphael didn't care about anything anymore… anything except Donatello.
The one thing that haunted him, the one thing that kept him from dying of shame
as he was raped day after day, each violation staining his shredded honor,
leaving it tattered on the ground once again, was Donnie. He couldn't die… he
couldn't die without telling Donatello how he felt. How much he loved him.
The shame that Raphael felt weighed him down like a heavy cloak, lying atop his
chest, crushing the broken remains of his heart and soul. Raphael didn't
believe that he deserved to love Donatello. He was so stained, so filthy, yet
Donnie was so pure; untouched by another.
He was used to feeling the door open up with it's ominous beep and gust of cool
air sweeping into the room, chilling whatever parts of Raphael that weren't
numb from pain. But whispers? That he was not accustomed to.
He cracked open one swollen eyelid and looked over, his entire body flooding
with a kind of joy he had never felt before when he saw Leo and Mikey standing
there, looking at him with matching expressions of horror.
"Mikey? Leo?" he murmured, cracking the smallest, pain-filled smile. "Damn I'm
happy to see you."
"I told you it was bad," Mikey said, his voice holding an accusatory tone as he
glared over at Leo, his baby-blues narrowed dangerously at the older terrapin.
"Okay, okay, I should have believed you. I just didn't think he would take it
this far..." Leo said, his sapphire eyes freezing over when he saw Raph's
destroyed form. "Let's just get him out before Reizo comes back."
"Got it," Mikey said, running over to the table and fiddling with the locking
mechanism, toying around with it until it beeped and Raphael's limbs were
released from the iron cuffs and he sighed in relief, but was creeped out. Who
the fuck was this? Mikey couldn't pick a lock if his life depended on it! "Who
are you?" Raphael croaked, cursing his voice breaking through the word as the
Leo look-alike gathered Raphael in his arms and pulled him off of the table. "I
am Keiji," the sapphire-eyed turtle said, loping at a half-run out of the room
with Mikey look-alike on his heels, the orange-banded ninja was carrying a
satchel that held something looking suspiciously like Raph's gear.
"Keiji?" Raphael murmured, the name sparking a memory in his brain. "You look
like Leo," he chuckled mirthlessly at fate's cruelty. "I get rescued from the
brothers of the guy who's raped me every day for the last 36 days," he said,
his old, snarky self managing to show himself for a moment before he fell into
silence and blacked out as guns started firing...
~
When Raphael woke up he found himself in a place that looked like an abandoned
warehouse. He was laying on a old mattress in the corner of the big room and he
wasn't the only one. He could feel someone moving slightly behind him, soft
whispers and sounds met his ears, making him blush. "I'm awake now." he
grumbled. "Do I want to look over there?"
"That depends," came Mikey's amused voice, "on whether or not you want to see
us copulating on the bed next to you."
"Mikey! We are doing no such thing!" Leo—no, not Leo— Keiji said, his voice
suggesting that it had been on their minds, it simply hadn't escalated that
far.
Raphael rolled over and peeked one eye open, only to find a grumpy-looking
Mikey frowning at him. "You don't act very much like Micho," he said, his baby-
blues softening slightly. "Oh well."
Raphael frowned and sat up, looking away, the protesting ache in his backside
telling him to lay back down, but he ignored it in favor of getting up to walk
around; he had had enough lying down for a lifetime.
He turned and looked at the couple snuggling together on the mattress. "Could
someone explain why your brother is trying to kill me and April?" he asked. "I
know that he was into this Micho guy or whatever, but seriously? Killing us to
try and bring him back to life?”
Mikey’s look-alike sat up and sighed. "I am Mashiro. I was the closest one to
Micho… we were best friends," he said, crossing his legs and preparing for an
explanation. "Micho and Reizo were always together. They did everything
together; they played together, ate together, bathed together, even slept
together. As they got older, the brotherly fascination that Reizo held for
Micho developed into an obsessed love." He sighed softly. "It destroyed him."
Raphael suppressed a small 'harumph' at those words. He didn't want to think of
the freak as destroyed unless it was by his own hands.
"It destroyed him when Micho announced his love for Masayuki," Mashiro said
sadly, his baby-blue eyes freezing over. "Reizo was jealous of Masayuki… he
believed that he and he alone had the right to love Micho. It was a belief that
led both our brother and his beloved to an early grave." Keiji sat down and
curled over Mashiro's shoulder, comforting his younger brother, listening
intently, and studying Raphael all at the same time.
"W-wait, you mean that Reizo killed Micho?" Raphael stammered, his sleep-
altered brain struggling to retain the info as it streamed into his brain.
"An accident," Keiji said, stroking his thick fingers down Mashiro's plastron
in a comforting manner. "The blow had been meant for Masayuki."
Raphael's lime-green eyes widened slightly. "Reizo was trying to kill
Masayuki... but Micho protected him and was killed instead."
Mashiro slowly nodded his head in affirmation. "Yes, that is what happened," he
murmured. "If we had just seen it coming... we could have saved 3 people from
terrible fates," the baby-blue-eyed mutant said quietly.
"Three people?" Raph asked, his brow ridge furrowing in confusion. "But I
thought only Micho and Masayuki died."
Keiji sent him a sad look and it was only then that Raphael realized how much
older these two looked than Leo and Mikey, their cheeks were sunk in, their
skin was thin and papery, even their eyes had lost the glow of health that they
usually held.
"Death is not the only cruel fate we are subjected to," Keiji said quietly, his
voice dry and raw. "Death, at least, is swift, whereas insanity is a lone sword
cutting away at you for years until you are nothing more than a mere shell of
the person you were. When death finally is granted, it is at the merciful hands
of the killer." He shook his head slowly, as if trying to deny a clear truth in
front of him. "No one deserves that kind of punishment, no matter what they've
done."
"He does all these things, did all these things because he loved Micho? Because
he wanted him for himself? And the only way he saw to do that in his twisted
mind was to take out the competition and take the prize for himself, but he
didn't think that Micho would be throwin' himself in front of his boyfriend to
save him… And with his insanity, coupled with the guilt of killing his brother,
he decided to bring back Micho and make it all better?" Raphael summed it all
up for himself, feeling sick to his stomach when they nodded "Yes" to his
questioning guesses at the story.
Raphael sighed, rubbing his temples as he groaned and stalked off a little
ways, his anger starting to get the better of him as his frustration mounted
and his fear right along with it. "Why didn't you get April too?" he asked
suddenly, turning around from where he had been staring blankly at the wall and
looking at them. "Why didn't you save her too?"
"Nice thank you," Mashiro said dryly. "You couldn't have possibly noticed all
of the guns trying to shoot our heads off as we dragged your scrawny ass out of
there, now could you? You were asleep."
Raphael was about to lash out at the younger (or at least should be younger)
turtle, but froze suddenly, his mind traveling back to giggling, sweet little
Mikey, teasing him mercilessly over every little thing.
"Yeah,” he said, walking back over to the bed next to the couple and he sat
down next to them, throwing his arm around Mikey's—Mashiro’s—shoulder and
pulling him over against Raph's for a noogie. "Thanks for saving me, you guys,"
he said, smiling wistfully. "But I left two things back there with that
psychopath and I can't go back to my world without them both," he said, his
head hanging slightly.
He suddenly froze, his mind just then registering that he wasn't sore anymore
from Reizo's cruel abuse. He looked down and found bandages wrapping his wounds
on his wrists and ankles, but the stiffness in his muscles and the soreness in
his tail area was completely gone. "Why do I keep going to sleep half-dead,
then waking up healed, yet my brain won't even function enough for me to
realize that I have been healed?" he asked, his face portraying clear
confusion.
"It has something to do with being in a different dimension," Mashiro said,
cracking his neck, the sound giving Raphael chills. "The different time-speeds.
Your brain is still running by your dimension's speed, but ours is way faster,
so your mind is just a little slow."
At Raphael's astonished look, Mashiro just chuckled. "The same goes for your
body. I asked Reizo about you when he first brought you here," he explained.
"He told me that is why you haven't been hungry, haven't had to piss or
anything in the last 5 or so months. Because it's only been a few hours for
your body."
Raphael frowned. "Tell me something, if you guys are all so chummy with Reizo,
why'd you steal his lab project?"
Keiji shook his head. "We have not been in Reiizo's presence since the day that
he killed our brother," Keiji said insistently. "How could anyone expect us to,
after what he did?" he sighed sadly, the heavy weight of his burden seeming to
wear him down. "We stole his 'lab project' because without you, he can't even
try his little experiment. We need that time to prepare for when your family
comes."
Raphael's head jerked up from where he had been looking at the floor. "My
family is coming?!" he said, surprise clear in his voice. "Why haven't they got
here yet? I've been here for 5 months!"
"Dude, calm down." Mashiro rubbed a soothing hand on Raphael's shoulder. "Your
family ought to be in here in about 17 days," he said, sending him an assuring
smile.
Raph half-smiled back, his mind and soul suddenly feeling too drained to react
in a snarky way. "Thanks, Mashiro," he said, kicking his legs out to sit
comfortably on the mattress. "So, where are we?" he asked, looking around the
big warehouse seeing that it was just wide and open, nothing aside from them on
the mattress in the corner.
"This is our happy home," Keiji said, giving Mashiro a big kiss on the cheek.
"Our love nest!" Mashiro piped up alongside him.
Raphael's eyes flew open and his jaw dropped, like he just had a major
epiphany. "Wait a minute, Reizo said something about your universe making
things happen in mine; that's why me and Casey even considered getting
together!"
Mashiro nodded slowly as if trying to get the point. "Yeeeees. And?"
"Does that mean that Leo and Karai aren't working out because of you two?" he
asked, not finding the thought to be displeasing in the least.
"Hmm, Karai? I'm assuming is she is Naoko, the evil little bitch who put and
end to our Sensei's life?" Keiji snarled angrily. "I ended her miserable
existence with my own hand," he said, a spark of anger burning in his hollow
eyes. "A worthy adversary, but she died without honor, for she struck down a
helpless man."
"Uh, yeah probably…" Raph said. "Leo fell all over himself about her and they
eventually found a more-or-less stable relationship, but lately they've been
having rough times."
"It could be that she don't wanna give out to a turtle," Mashiro snickered,
earning himself a cuff on the head from a glaring Keiji.
"You don't seem to have any problem bottoming for a turtle," Keiji smirked,
looking smugly at Mashiro, who was blushing and glaring at him.
Raph snickered. "Why did I know that Mikey would be bottoming?" he murmured,
snickering when Mashiro shifted his glare to the leaf-green terrapin.
"Keiji's got a thing for the masks," Mashiro supplied, seemingly intent upon
humiliating his brother as well as he had been. "He loves it when I wear the
gear, you'd think he's a fucking prude, but he's a real great—"
"I think I’ve heard enough." Raphael shook his head, his shoulders shaking with
contained mirth. "As much as I'd love to hear about your sex lives, I'm sure
there are better things that I could do."
Mashiro shrugged and snickered. "Sorry, Raphael, you just look and act so much
like Micho, it's almost like having him back with us again."
Raphael's chest expanded then slowly deflated as he let out a long sigh. "Well,
I don't know how much I am like this 'other me', but he'd have to be pretty
awesome to sacrifice himself for a numbskull like Casey," he said, laughing
along with Keiji and Mashiro.
"Masayuki was a dipstick for sure," Keiji admitted, his hand slipping down to
entwine with Mashiro's. "But he loved our brother. He loved him with a passion
that border-lined madness. And it was a mutual feeling," he smiled fondly. "For
a while after Micho, we thought that Takara would help Reizo to gain a
semblance of his former self, but she loved him too much… He took advantage of
it and she let him. She does anything he asks of her, no questions."
Raphael bit his lower lip, remembering Donnie's sweet, soft smile, his gapped
teeth showing and the cute blush on his olive-colored cheeks, his dusty-red
eyes seeming to shine with happiness… It made his heart clench painfully. He
opened his mouth to say something, but a small sound reached his ear slits and
he peeked out of the corner of his eye to see Keiji and Mashiro kissing, their
mouths fitting together in a way that made Raphael's heart ache with want.
He looked away and stood up, walking away and leaving them to do their thing as
he began to pace, running everything through his mind and trying to figure
everything out. 'Donnie will be here in 17 days,' he sighed in relief, feeling
as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He would confess his love to
Donnie and be one step closer to regaining his lost honor.
With that small consolation, Raphael was able to be at peace for a small amount
of time, escaping from the crazy world he was in.
 
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