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The flood of light entering the room no longer fazed him. He no longer flinched at the sound of the large metal door slamming into the wall with force. Instead, He looked up, grimacing at the blood flooding his eyes, as he looked up at his capture. Hun laughed looking down at the bound turtle, taking in the mental note that the ropes were digging into the smaller's green skin.

"They start'n to hurt?" He asked rhetorically. Michelangelo's glare was deadly. He gasped when attempting to move. His forearms, bound to the elbows and up, pressed tightly to his chest. His legs, tied up to the point thighs and calves twitched in agony, tightly bound by rope. His mouth gagged with the rope leaving burns on the side of his cheeks.

This was his current punishment. During the "Group Activity" Mikey had taken a large bite out of one of the other gang members and showed little mercy. He was beaten mercefully and punished to be bound as if starring in a poor BDSM porno. He kept consciousness, afraid he wouldn't wake up from the blows he had received. He kept himself occupied by allowing his tongue to run across the rough ended restraints to taste the slight tang of iron and salt. He wiggled his toes and fingers in intervals to keep the blood flowing, ignoring the pain that came along with that action.

Hun came quick and efficient as he grasped the smaller turtles head and ripped out the ropes from his mouth with little mercy. Michelangelo had little time to react before his body was wrenched forward, only inches away from the larger turtles face.

"You have been a naughty little shell back. I'll give ya that' you're a hard one ta' break." He growled. Mikey didn't respond, just gave him a long hard stare that showed his stance. Hun glared for a moment more before sneering and shoving Mikey down to his side. Bound, he was unable to move or sit up correctly. He took advantage and sucked in some ragged breath before scanning his eyes up to Hun, seeing him hold something in his meaty hands.

"We can't have ya' acting like such an animal anymore." He commented revealing what he was holding. A syringe, and it was full. Mikey instantly tensed seeing the small vile. Hun flicked his eyes back at the prone turtle.

"Guess we'll just have to change that." Hun reached out for Mikey but wasn't expecting him to twist enough to bite him hard enough to latch.

"Gah! You little freak!" He roared, raining down hit after hit on the prone turtle. Mikey refused to budge. He bit down harder and harder with every punch, tasting the sweat and blood under his teeth. His felt his head start to get light but refused to give up. He would fight. He would fight with everything he had.

He winced slightly and cracked an eye open to see that Hun had inserted the syringe with his other hand into his neck. Mikey growled before taking another chomp. Hun yelled and instantly whipped his hand away, leaving with a new rip on his palm.

"Heh, probably should have guessed you was a snapping turtle." He laughed, holding his now injured hand. Michelangelo merely stared and focused on his body. He immediately felt the change in his breathing and could feel his heart start to race. His vision started to blur and his world began to flip.

"Good thing you won't be too much of a fight for long." A distant voice was all he heard, before he dove into darkness.

New York was in full swing of it nightly goings. The busy streets, the memorious lights dancing against the blackened sky. All was blended, even the sounds of a pair of turtles hidden away in a corner apartment know one would ever thought to look.

"haa..Ah" Mikey moaned as he grinded his body into Raphael who obediently lead his partner above to move accordingly.

"Fuck, Mike." He groaned, throwing his head back, allowing his mate to take control of the tempo, leaning back into the ragged old couch. Mike bit his lip, lifting and lowering, grinding with need. Raph was in a bliss for a mere moment before he felt the tempo speed up too fast and too sudden. Mikey was pressing aggressively hard, impaling himself with force.

Raphael had to pull himself out of his euphoria for a minute a place a hand on Mikey's should, easing him to slow his pace.

"Mikey, Mikey hold on." He groaned out. He was hesitant, but Michelangelo did what he was told and came to a halt, still fully on his partner's sex but was still. Raph placed another hand on Mikey's cheek, making sure he was looking at him fully.

"Just enjoy, alright?" He tried to urge. He couldn't stop looking at his lovers face, still seeing the strange twist of anger and distress painted across it. Raphael was slow, but reached in between them to grasp Mikey's organ, and stroked it with care. immediately , Mikey's face twisted with signed of pleasure, and slowly, he started to move once more.

Recently, this has been happening more often than not. Since their reintroduction about a month ago, Raphael has come to visit and stay with Michelangelo every other night or so. With each night of their love making, there was an undertone of anger, roughness that came with it. Now, Raph was not against rough sex, in fact he normally he would encourage it. But this, this was something more, a more sadistic undertone came with their love making and he couldnt put his finger on it.

What was more questionable was the way they went around it. Mikey wouldn't allow Raph near him if he came onto him. He had to wait, had to have permission from Michelangelo. It was usually the younger who would make the first move and it was only that way. If Raph waited patiently, he was granted a romantic night with his lover. If he even attempted to kiss his mate, he was welcomed with snaps and growls and a boot to the door. It was such a strange dynamic they had. He needed Mikey, he needed his presence and warmth and to feel the love of his mate. But, he has been given the cold shoulder and almost hated filled sex. And even worse, Mikey never wanted to talk about it after the fact.

The night after Mikey's confessions of what happened to him after his captivity with Hun has left him almost mute. He refused to speak of it again, as if talking about it in the first place caused more strain than before. Raphael was seeing more of an underlying anger with his little brother, more than he had ever witnessed and it was making him worried. But, there was one thing he was sure of, he wasn't out killing Purple Dragons since their first night together.

"Raph.." Mikey moaned, moving with slight urgency, but not enough to make Raph worry. He was coming close and so was Raphael. With steady hands, Raph moved his hand quickly over Mikey's shaft, feeling the slickness of the pre-cum sliding under his palm. Mikey's breath became quick, sharp intakes till his body froze and he climaxed in Raph's hand hard and powerful. Raphael quickly followed suit, emptying himself within his mate above.

They sat there for a few minutes, catching their breaths, their sounds mingling with the traffic from outside the window. Once they were both settled enough, Raphael put a hand under Mikey's chin, having him look at him in the eyes. He scanned his face, and seeing the light pink still flustered over his cheeks. He couldn't resist, he leaned in and snatched Mikey's lips into a simple kiss. He pulled away for a moment to see what the younger would do. He was only centimeters apart and yet it felt like miles. He saw the hesitation in his mates actions. It was as if he wanted to prolong to intimacy and yet chose to pull away.

Mikey quickly bounced off of his mate and headed towards the kitchen where he grabbed the kitchen towel and tossed it in the direction of Raph.

"You should probably clean up quick. Don't want the others worrying about you." Mikey said quickly, not turning in Raphs direction. Raphael was ready for a rebuttal but quickly shut it down. He cleaned himself off quickly before standing up, heading in the direction of the kitchen where Mikey was doing the same.

"Hey Mike." He started. "Ya' don't suppose we can talk?" He asked. Mikey was still cleaning between his legs and without looking up he responded, "About what?"

"Just, I don't know about everything?" He growled. Raphael wasn't the one known for using his words. That was Mikey. But now that Mikey has gone mute on these subjects, it was time for Raph to start learning some new skills.

"I Just wanna know where we stand." Mikey stopped his cleaning and turned to Raphael.

"Why does it matter?" He asked. Raph was taken back by the question.

"I wanna make sure were okay. You've been act'n real weird since, well...the first night." He tried his best to keep his temper.

"I'm not seeing the issue." Mikey responded in a mellow tone.

"Jesus Christ Mikey at least before when you were angry I could tell right away but now, now its almost like ya hate me and just fucking me for some sick thrill!" He blurted. Mikey was unfazed by the outburst.

"You're getting your rocks off right? So what's your problem?" He argued.

"That ain't the point Mikey." He growled. "Ya say ya love me yet you hate fuck me everytime we're together! I just wanna know why!" He hollered. Mikey bit his lip.

"It's not as crude as you make it sound." He said.

"Then what is it?" He demanded. Mikey knew he had to throw a bone. He couldn't help to hold himself slightly.

"I just want the feeling of him out of me." He said so quietly it was only above a whisper. "I feel the harder I am with you, the quicker he'll be gone. Its not working." His throat suddenly went dry admitting it. Raphael could physically feel the anger leave his body and he took a breath. It was hard on him too. It's not like he forgets the trauma Michelangelo went through but doesn't fully register it. He took a bold move and walked over and attempted to embrace his mate only to have him pull away. Raphael held his frustration, reminding him how fragile the situation is.

"Mikey, maybe it's time to maybe start thinking about coming home." He offered. Mikey scoffed.

"I am home." He said.

"I mean real home. With me and Masta Splinter. Maybe have a good meditation session, have him help clear your mind." He offered. He could see a sad twist in Mikey's facial expression. "And I know Donnie misses you messing with all of his stuff in his lab." He saw a small smile on Mikey's face, as if remember the good times terrorizing his intelligent brother. Raph felt slightly smug, feeling he was finally getting to him.

"And I know Leo would really want you back." As if cold water poured on him, Mikey's expression went sour in an instant.

"No thanks." He sneered as he walked away from Raphael. Raphael threw his head back in annoyance.

"Come on Mikey! Ya can't stay mad at Leo forever. He saved your life at least be a little grateful for that. Give the guy a break." He pestered. Mikey only glared at him.

"No way." He said coldly.

"Jesus Mikey why are you holding this grudge? Its Leo, you use to follow him around like a puppy. You were like his teachers pet how can ya just decide to hate him so much?" He questioned. Mikey refused to answer. Raphael could feel his anger boiling and decided to end this conversation.

"Ya know what? Fine. Stick with your secrets. I'm out." He announced as he started for the window. He stopped and turned to his estranged lover. "When I come back Mikey ya better start talking, cuz I'm running out of patience." Was all he said before he exited the apartment, leaving Mikey alone with his torturous thoughts.

Donatello sat at his desk pondering at some scraps and bolts he had laying around, keeping himself entertained as the world around him moved forward. He almost paid no attention when he heard the lair door open and his lab door slam. He heard the grunts of frustration as Raphael made himself known and watched as his rigged younger brother crashed on one of the cots.

"Hey." He said with an awkward smile.

"Hey." Raphael responded with a grunt. Don turned back to his trinkets.

"So, still no Mikey?" He asked half heartedly.

"Nope." He said with slick.

"Called it." Donnie responded with a smirk.

"Not funny Donnie." He growled.

"I'm not laughing but I told you he wasn't going to come home."

"Don you don't get it." Raph said sitting up on one elbow facing his older brother. "I have him, everytime time up until I mention Leo. Then he wigs out or freezes or just becomes a prick." Raph explained.

"Don't mention Leo." Don said sarcastically.

"Again, not funny." Raph said. "I just don't get the anger he has towards him."

"He did stop him from killing himself." Donnie pointed out.

"So? Mikey ain't the kind to hold a grudge like that. Especially with Leo. He was glued to his hip for as long as I can remember." Raph sat up all the way and laughed. "Hell I remember being jealous of the amount of time they would hang out." That caught Donnies attention.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Ya know Mike, he was always trying to please Leo. They were like, best friends. That's why I dont get why he's so angry with him. Even with something like that."
"I mean it was probably just a violation of trust Raph. Mikey probably just felt Leo isn't allowing him to choose his life track and it probably just stuck." Donnie tried to explain. Raph contemplated that idea for a moment.

"I bet if they just talked to each other they'd be good." A sudden spark entered Raphs mind and Donnie groaned at the thought Raphael had another wild idea.

"Oh no." Donnie groaned.

"Come on Donnie work with me. Is there anywhere that isn't the lair we can bring them and just shove them in a room and have them just beef it out?" Raph asked. Donnie turned and folded his arms and thought about it.

"I don't know Raph if it's such a good idea. You wanna put a Master Ninja and a killer Psycho in the same room together?" He asked. Raph glared at him.

"Still not funny Donnie." He commented.

"Come on Raph use your head. You think either of them are reasonable enough to have a talk? We cant even keep you and Leo in the same room without someone coming out with a black eye and Mikey is three times angrier than you."

"Look Don, I know you're convinced that Mikey ain't ever gonna be the same but I've seen the old Mikey. It's just glimpse and short times but I've seen them. He's still there. And I think he needs Leo a lot more than he believes. Please help me out." He begged. Donnie sat there for a moment more and sighed.

"There's an old cargo container by the docks. Ill hooks up some cameras to make sure they don't kill each other." he said.

"We'll take their weapons away." Raph tried to reason. Donnie looked at him with disbelief and Raph thought about it. "And put in those cameras to make sure they don't kill each other." He stood up and put a hand on Donnie's shoulder.

"Thanks Donnie. I really hope this works." He said before leaving the lab. Donnie leaned back in his seat and sighed.

"Yeah Raph, me too."

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