Part 10
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Raphael openly stared at his older brother, inspecting him the way a hunter might examine his prey. Dirt and damp leaves stuck to both their bodies, but Leonardo looked like he'd taken the worst of their wrestling on the forest floor. Raphael liked the disheveled look that gave his brother. Back home, even after a fight Leonardo rarely looked messy. He certainly never looked like the creature in front of him, competing to see who dominated who each day and deliciously indignant about losing.
Big Brother would never let Raphael manhandle him like this. Fearless Leader would never sit in chains and patiently wait for his punishments. Raphael remembered the look on his brother's face in the barn when Leonardo lost, unsure of himself and nervous, trembling when Raphael touched him. Struggling not to make a noise as Raphael bit him. Raphael brushed his hand across Leonardo's cheek, gently pressing on a bruise near his eye to make him flinch.
But...Raphael frowned. His brother didn't look so unsure and confused now. Leonardo faced him instead of turning away, and that look, that damn arrogant and self-righteous look--Raphael's instincts told him to hurt his brother, to bite him or backhand him, anything to get rid of that determined look and force him to admit defeat.
A thought slowly formed in his mind as he sat straight. That was the problem. Leonardo hadn't admitted he'd lost. He'd merely been caught, a temporary lull in their battle. This fight wasn't over yet. Raphael knew that if Leonardo somehow escaped, the fight would continue again until one of them wound up too tired or hurt to move.
Okay. He would force Leonardo to concede, to admit Raphael had won. And since his big brother liked it rough, he refused to feel any guilt.
The moment he scooted farther down along Leonardo's body, he felt his brother tense as if to strike. Maybe Leonardo thought he could steal the key somehow. Raphael gave a humorless laugh and seized Leonardo's wrists, forcing them back down to the ground. Careful not to lose his grip, he began to nudge his knees against his brother's legs, smiling when Leonardo's eyes widened in understanding.
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Leonardo didn't move, catching his breath as Raphael grinned and adjusted himself more comfortably on top of his brother.
"All the fight kinda goes outta ya, huh?" Raphael whispered harshly. "Get it up the ass and you lose all the urge to fight. God, you're such a bitch, you--"
He stopped. Leonardo had tensed, turned away and refused to meet his eyes, but it was the drawn look on his face that brought Raphael to a halt. Leonardo looked like he might be physically sick.
His first thought was that he'd hurt him accidentally, but he thought better of it in a moment. Leonardo wasn't cold or struggling to control his breathing. He just looked sick. Or disgusted. Raphael narrowed his eyes.
"A whore for a good screw," he whispered, and was rewarded with a flinch. Raphael stared at Leonardo in surprise.
"Oh my God..." he breathed in surprise. "You're kidding me. You'll chase me around with a knife, you'll let me tie you up, hell, you'll come out here to play games for a month, but you can't handle a little dirty talk?"
His teasing tone brought a satisfying reddish tint to his brother's face, but Leonardo refused to look at him, instead staring out of the corner of his eye at the ground. Raphael frowned. Did Leonardo really think he could pretend he hadn't heard and the question would go away?
Trying to get a reaction, Raphael pressed his tongue against Leonardo's throat and licked down to his collar bone. That usually made Leonardo hiss or twist or even writhe under him. Nothing.
"Don't ignore me," he whispered. When Leonardo still refused to look at him, he bit down hard where his neck met his shoulder. A strangled scream forced its way out of Leonardo's mouth, and he arched against Raphael in shock. When Raphael let go, he gave the marks a few token licks and put his hand on Leonardo's jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes.
"I warned you," he said, tightening his grip as Leonardo tried to look away again. "Unless you want me to bite so hard it won't heal before we go home."
That got his attention. Leonardo stopped fighting and sighed the way he always did when Raphael backed him into a corner. Raphael couldn't help it. Leonardo looked so annoyed that he laughed lowly.
"You're so cute when you get pissy," Raphael teased. "Especially when you can't do anything about it. Now I asked you a question. I expect an answer."
Leonardo gave one more token struggle before finally relaxing in defeat. "I just don't like it," he muttered.
"Uh-uh, I ain't gonna buy that after the way you reacted," Raphael said.
"Raph--"
"Maybe you forgot I own your ass for the next two days," Raphael said. "So spill. How come if I bite the shit outta ya, it makes you hot, but a few bad words and you act like a damn virgin?"
For a moment he thought he'd have to bite him again, but after a few seconds of silence, Leonardo answered.
"It's...cheap," he mumbled. "It's just a string of insults. Who likes insults in bed?"
"Lotsa people," Raphael said. "And I insult you all the time, I just don't usually curse that bad at home. What's so different about this?"
When Leonardo hesitated, Raphael brushed the teeth marks in his brother's neck in warning.
"It feels dishonorable," Leonardo whispered. "It's like laughing at your enemy after you've won. It's just...cheap."
Raphael silently mulled that over for a moment. He knew he'd laughed at Leonardo before, low mocking taunts to rile his brother up or make him snarl. How was that dishonorable? Why hadn't Leonardo frozen up then?
But as he thought about the past carefully, he started to think that Leonardo meant something a little different. Raphael could let insults like that slide off his shell, but Leonardo seemed to take them personally. In fact, their time up here had only lasted a few days so far, but it already felt far more important than all of their trysts back home. Leonardo had let himself be bound and commanded. He'd revealed parts of himself that he'd kept concealed before, including a love of knives that would disturb the rest of the family but that he'd trust with Raphael.
Come to think of it, Raphael thought, it's been more like one big high stakes fight than giving in every time I force him at home.
Early morning fights. Resisting every scream and groan. Chasing Raphael through the forest and now, forcing Raphael to continue their fight even though he'd already lost. If Leonardo could handle taunts on the battlefield but not after he won--
"I get it," Raphael whispered to himself. He looked down at his brother in surprise. "Man, you have got to let go of this fight fetish thing you've got going."
"What? I don't have a--"
"Well, I don't know what the hell you call it," Raphael said over him. "But it's like you can't have any fun unless I beat the crap outta ya. Was that what that whole cutting me up business was? Punishing me for not winning?"
Leonardo wrenched free of Raphael's hand and stared at the trees again. Intensely satisfied with himself, Raphael grinned and laughed under his breath. The things he learned about his brother he wouldn't use against him back home, at least not within earshot of anyone else, but everything was fair game right now.
"I think you like losing," Raphael sing-songed, nuzzling his throat and licking the deep impressions his teeth had made. "Now that you mention it, I don't remember you ever cussing during a fight, and since that seems to be foreplay for ya--"
"Shut up--"
Leonardo's voice turned into muffled noises as Raphael shoved two fingers into his mouth. Knowing better than to bite, Leonardo swallowed his grumbling and refused to meet his eyes as Raphael used his grip to force him to look up again.
"That's it," Raphael murmured, "look at me while you're sucking or I won't let you go for the rest of the week."
A threat or a bluff? Leonardo wouldn't take the chance. Glaring up at his sibling, he fought not to gag as Raphael slowly forced his fingers further into his mouth, bumping the back of his throat. Raphael developed a steady rhythm, rocking on top of him even as his fingertips explored his mouth. Leonardo had the feeling he was being used like a toy.
"There you go, take 'em deeper," Raphael said, sliding his fingers into the last knuckle. "I know you can do it. You've got a big mouth. Nice to see you using it for something better than lecturing me. Not like I don't know the script about staying out late and not drinking or being respectful--"
He cut himself off there. Being respectful to Splinter would've reminded them both of their master, and that would be like a cold splash of water right now. No need to mention their father until the month was up.
"So this kinda talk you can stand," he started again. "Being ordered around. You like orders, don't ya? Tell ya what, when we get home, you can lecture me all ya want. 'Cause every time you do, this is what'll happen. Piss me off and we'll see just how deep you can take it? Got it?"
A strangled mmf slipped around his fingers, and Raphael took it as agreement, drawing his fingers out and scooting down Leonardo's body. By the time he was back between his legs, Leonardo had grit his teeth in expectation.
"I think I'm ready for another go," Raphael said. "How 'bout you? Heh, dumb me. Of course you're ready, I'm the one doing all the work."
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There was a word for that, Raphael thought as he lay down on top of Leonardo. Someone who liked one over the other. And a word for someone who liked it the other way around. He couldn't remember them right now. He'd have to remember later.
His eyes half-closed as he watched the shadows of the tree branches swaying over the ground and his brother's hand. He'd have to loosen the chains around Leonardo's wrists and ankles soon, but for now he was content to listen to Leonardo pant for breath. And he liked the idea of Leonardo wearing bruises he put on him.
"Hell," he whispered, "I think we can do this all day."
The soft, short groan from beneath him didn't sound as happy as he felt, but it wasn't begging him to stop, either.
TBC...