Paint It Red
Chapter Four
Donatello/Raphael
Warning: Turtlecest; swearing; non-con; bondage; bloodplay
His look of pure adoration had me pulling at the chains around my arms so I wouldn't sag down the wall. I tried to twitch and twist out of his grasp, but my hips had zero leeway. He guessed at what I was doing, unfortunately, and his grip tightened at the base of my dick. I winced as I looked away; the flakes of my own dried blood on his fingers were uncomfortable. I had no idea how to tell him that,either.
Seconds later, I realized I didn't need to as one of his hands trailed up my body, crisscrossing the streaks and reaching for the wound in my shoulder. Goddamnit. He'd begun to read minds or he'd really, really thought this through. Down to scaryass details.
"Deep breath, Raphie."
I gasped as I felt him tear at the dried flap of skin, a revolted shiver shaking my body as his finger slid into the wound. He broke the minor healing it'd already begun, and I was horrified to see another rush of blood drip down his wrist.
No no no no no- he wasn't going to use that as lube.
I felt his fingers retreat, then reappear on the head of my dick.
Oh fuck, he probably was. Question was, lube for… what, exactly?
I squeezed my eyes shut, whimpering, but immediately opened them when I was reminded once again that no sight only heightened the feel of his hands. The fingers that were now stroking me, so gently, from base to tip. When I felt the slickness rubbed over my head I choked, biting into the cloth through my teeth.
"Sorry, Raphie," he murmured, trailing his hands back down toward my plastron. "There. I'm fin…" He trailed off as he stood, staring at me with stark admiration and lust. His breathing was loud, even to me. "You're finished. Amazing. I am no artist, but you, Raphie…"
I jerked as he closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me. He was hugging me, like he did when he was chased into my room by nightmares or Mikey's teasing. His face nuzzled against my cheek, our plastrons clinking, his arms warm and welcome after the horror of a moment ago.
Hot and cold. I couldn't take this back-and-forth pleasure and revulsion. It was killing my sanity and my confidence- what few shreds of them I had left.
"You're my god," he whispered against my cheek, and I started again in surprise. He just clung to me tighter as he continued. "You always have been, since we were children. Sometimes I wish I could be more like you- able to speak my mind so the others understand. Able to vent my emotions physically. But I know it wouldn't work if we were both the same." He stepped back, his hands gently curled around my neck as he smiled at me. "Our differences is what makes us work, Raphie. They make you unique and special, even in our insular world."
I nearly sobbed again, confused and frustrated beyond belief. Words I'd always wanted to hear. Touches and attention I'd wanted for years. But it was tainted by these chains, my own blood… and our broken trust. How would I be able to look at him again after this? How would I be able to stand his hand on me after I'd felt it slicked with my own bodily fluids? He had betrayed the most important rule of our family, and yet…
"I want you, Raphie," he said, his husky voice cutting through my thoughts.
"Donneth, noa," I pleaded weakly, shaking my head.
I don't know why I even said anything; he hadn't listened to me before, and he didn't listen to me now as he melded his body against mine again. I felt his thigh slide up and rub mine, and something stiff rubbed against my erection as he grinded against me suggestively. I swallowed forcefully when I realized his own dick was out, hard and flushed between us, meeting mine with his increasingly frantic movements.
"Will you stop worrying," he whispered, his shy smile widening as he kissed along my jawline. "I told you, I've prepared everything. Thought of everything beforehand." He pressed his mouth against my cheek, then whispered, "I'm already ready for you, Raphie. You just have to enjoy."
"Wath- Wath-," I tried to ask, biting irritably at the mask. I sighed in relief as he loosened the knot, the red band fluttering away. I worked my mouth immediately, trying to coat my dry tongue with saliva.
"Wh-Whaddya mean, 'ready'?" I croaked, swallowing hard. I yelped as he felt him shift, his ass tightly pressing down on the head of my dick. "N-No, Donnie, don't do th-,"
"I- I want you, Raphie," he whispered brokenly, his eyes filled with an strange mix of longing and pain. "I've needed you for so long I've forgotten how to feel anything else."
"This ain't the way it's supposed to be- be- Donnie!"
Warm. Tight. Slick. I really didn't want to think about that last fact. This wasn't sanitary,beyond everything else!
He gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as he sunk lower. His fingers clawed into my skin as my hands balled into fists. Unlike earlier, the small sting of his nails sent bolts of pleasure down my spine, spiking into my wiggling tail.
He moaned once, softly, and my eyes darted to his face, which was slack with pleasure. I felt myself flush, embarrassed of this forced lust tingling on my skin; terrified that a small part of me loved seeing his expression. I could not enjoy this. I couldn't let him win.
That damnable heat went lower and lower, until with a small gasp he settled against me. My traitorous dick was fully buried in him, smearing filth and gore on his insides, and he looked so happy.I tried to say something, my mouth working tiredly, but no sound came out. I felt overwhelmed and tired, scared and fried to a crisp. Speaking was useless; he'd gone too far and dragged me with him.
Then he moved,and we both groaned at the delicious contact.
"Raph~ie," he sighed, burying his face against my neck. "I need you so badly."
"C-Can ya at least untie me?" I begged, snapping my arms forward, the chains clanging discordantly.
"No," he whispered sadly. "You're still in denial."
"Fuck," I muttered, biting my lower lip as I looked away.
"Of course," he purred against my skin. I felt his muscles coil and bunch as he raised himself, then slammed down with considerable force. I lost my breath in a rush of pleasure.
"N-Not wha' I m-meant an' ya know it!"
He gave one of those soft, weird giggles again, hugging me tighter as he repeated the action. I stared up at the ceiling, turning away from the sheer joy lighting his eyes. Not like this, I kept repeating to myself. Gods, not like this.
But my dick stayed hard, my body shivered, my throat let gasps and churrs escape as he rocked against me. I tried to ignore the wet, slick sounds, knowing if I thought on it too hard I'd start gagging again. I just wanted this to be over so I could curl up in a corner to hide my face in shame.
Heat began dancing across my skin, a familiar knot forming in my stomach. While I hated it, hated the very thought of it being there, it meant it would be done soon. Hopefully.
Donnie moaned my name again, and the knot tightened.
"S-So good," he gasped, his hands reaching up to anchor around my neck. I started when I felt his mouth press to mine urgently, biting along my lip to demand access. My instincts opened my mouth against my will, my tongue responding to his insistent probing. I groaned in disgust as I tasted blood, shaking my head to try to break the embrace, but he held me firmly in place. My hands hung uselessly to the sides as he ravished me, inside and out, taking his pleasure and forcing mine.
I choked breathlessly when he finally pulled back, his hands still digging into my skin as he bucked and thrust anxiously.
"I've m-made you mine," he gasped with the widest grin I'd ever seen him wear. "N-Now, paint m-me, Raphie. Paint me inside with everyth-thing that is you, glorious you."
I slurred curses as I finally let the last of my resistance go. My shell banged against the wall as I used what little slack I had to thrust up as he came down, a fierce meeting of flesh that set off sparks in my vision, my dick throbbing pleasurably as I emptied myself into him.
I remember his exultant cry just before everything went black.
[Author's Note]
One more chapter to go, don't leave yet! :3