(A/N: UGH, job and school and LIFE held this chapter up. Here's your smut, ya freaks.)

He didn't remember falling asleep. But he sure as hell knew when he was awake- mostly courtesy of the icy chill of the dagger held to his throat.

Raph leaned his neck back as far as it would go until his head touched the wall behind him, meeting the wary brown eyes glaring at him over the blade and willing himself not to panic.

"Move and I open you a new mouth," Leonardo warned lowly. Raph didn't even dare to nod, but his eyes darted to the side when the sunlight caught the still tacky lines of blood on his arm and made it gleam like wet candy. His stitches were even more thick and ugly in the daytime, sticking up in random directions, spiders legs and crusty black projections.

It wasn't clean and pretty like Donnie's work, and there would definitely be a scar, but at least but the wound was clotted and mostly closed and he still had an arm for the scar to be on.

"Where am I?" Leonardo asked, interrupting his internal monologue.

Raph licked his lips with a dry tongue. Confused, suspicious and pissy-not a good combination to be faced with. "Ya got hurt last night." he started slowly. "I found ya-"

"I remember what happened." Leonardo cut him off. He still looked a little disoriented, but his eyes were clearer, and the cold wall of formality was back in place. "That's not what I asked you." He glanced around the room quickly. "Where. Am. I?"

Raph started to say something smart, then remembered that A), Leonardo had a knife to his jugular, and B), he'd only been in the city for a month, not even. Of course, he wouldn't know.

"Tha South side Riviera, room eight. Right off Lincoln and Fourteenth." Raph told him. He watched Leonardo digest his words, damnear hearing and seeing the thought wheels turning in his head. "I stitched ya up," he offered after a minute. "I helped ya."

Those were the wrong choice of words, unfortunately. Something bright and jagged flared in Leonardo's irises, and Raph spared a second to regret even opening his mouth. "Did you help yourself in the process?" he hissed, fingers of his good hand tightening on the handle of the kunai resting against Raph's Adam's apple.

It took Raph a second to realize what he was asking. "No!" he yelped- too quickly apparently, and he jerked back as he felt the blade bite an inch deeper into his neck. His heart was going a mile a minute. "N-no, no. I didn't- I ain't touch ya. I wouldn't."

Leonardo stared at him for a few seconds more. Raphael felt a bead of cold sweat roll down his face. He couldn't read anything in his face- not that he was the best at that anyway, but still. Nothing.

Abruptly, Leonardo snatched the blade away and let Raph slump back, pressing his hands to the small scratch he left behind and breathing more deeply. "Of course you wouldn't. Silly me," Leonardo bit out scathingly, stalking away.

"Yer welcome," Raph coughed while pushing himself to his feet, figuring it was now knife free and safe enough to risk sound like an asshole.

"I didn't thank you." Leonardo returned swiftly. "I'm still debating on whether or not I want to kill you. It might have been safer for you to let me die, 'city saviour' or no."

Raph looked at the sheaths on his back and saw that they were empty. "Yer not even armed." he pointed out numbly.

"I don't need my swords to break your neck." Leonardo hid the kunai back in his belt, noticeably favoring his hurt arm. He held back a wince with some visible effort. "I have to leave," he mumbled, like he didn't just make an offhand (and ungrateful as fuck, really,) threat to Raph's life.

"Hold up, wait-" Raph croaked, standing fully. He almost reached out to grab Leonardo's shoulder but he thought better of it, figuring he really kinda liked having a hand and not a stump. "I wanted ta talk to ya."

Leonardo paused, but didn't face him, instead looking over his shoulder. "There's nothing to say, and you're pushing your luck the longer we stay here."

"Just- just listen. I swear I wasn't... I didn't mean ta..." he swallowed back fluttering, throbbing panic and forced the word out of his throat. "R-rape ya. It's just..." He scrubbed at the back of his head until his eyes throbbed. He felt prickly and warm under his armpits. "Ya weren't listening, an'... An' some really fucked up stuff happened before that, and I...I thought that you giving it and me taking it made me a... Made me a sissy. It ain't fair. And then you started talking shit about my brothers and I just-"

"Lost it." Leonardo supplied suddenly. His expression was still unreadable, tone neutral.

"Y-yeah." Raph mumbled. "Yeah. You saw... You seen what happens. With those punks, and sometimes..." he shuddered. "Sometimes I can't... Stop. It's..." He stopped and dug his fists into his forehead, struggling to get the words past his brain. He didn't know how to say it, to describe the horrible thing living in his heart without sounding cheesy or dramatic. The truth was he'd known about the bloodlust and how that could set it off.

Not so much about the other side. He'd been just as surprised as Leonardo, really. It was a lame excuse, but a valid one.

"I was only tryna scare ya," he said finally, giving up on that vein after nearly two whole minutes passed and he still had no idea how to explain it. "I wasn't gonna do it. I swear. An' now that I know what happened to ya-"

"I'm not asking you to pity me for that." Leonardo cut in again, sharper this time. "I shouldn't have even told you about it," he hissed in a lower tone, probably to himself.

But it made sense now, it did. He still didn't like it, but knowing effectively took all (most) of the indignation out of the situation.

"I just-"

"Are you trying to apologize or not?" Leonardo frowned, crossing his arms tightly.

"I guess I am."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

"Look, if yer done with me I get it," Raph said finally, desolately, deciding to accept that there was no repairing whatever this had been. "This," he flapped a hand, not trusting himself to look Leonardo in the face, "c'n all go back ta the way it was before. But just leave mah family out of it."

Easy come, easy go. Story of his damn existence. But at least he could try to shield everyone else from the fallout.

Leonardo exhaled sharply and chewed hard on the inside of his mouth, uncrossing and recrossing his arms. "I don't know," he said wearily. He shook his head. "I can't kill you. It's more than likely that you kept me from bleeding out last night, and it would be dishonorable to kill someone you owe a debt to." He slid two fingers beneath his mask and rubbed at the center point of his eyes, looking so much like a frustrated Donnie when his migraines kicked in the resemblance was shocking and more than a little creepy.

"Not like that would matta ta you," Raph mumbled. Then he flinched when the words hit his own ears. He hadn't realized he'd let them slip. He wasn't sure why, but he really didn't want to fight right then. But of course, his dumb ass mouth...

"Shit," he said, "um-"

Leonardo, to his surprise, just shot him an exhausted glare. "Honour is everything to me. I wouldn't compromise mine just to kill you for acting like all dogs do. Initially?" He shrugged. "Yes, I wanted revenge for what you tried to do. But like I said before, I knew what kind of monster you were when I sought you out. You saw a weakness and you went for it. I've done the same in the past. With you, actually, just not so dramatically."

"I ain't a monsta," Raph protested weakly. Leonardo snorted.

"Yes you are. I know it, you know it, and I'm betting everyone else does, too." He sighed. "It was just as much your fault as mine, I guess. Poke a mutt with a stick and it bites."

"So what does that mean?" Raph asked brusquely, getting just a teensy bit tired of being called an animal but still not wanting to incite another fight. Reading between the lines, it almost sounded like Leonardo was apologizing in turn. But he'd never been good at reading between lines.

"It means I'm leaving," Leonardo clarified. "Truthfully, I'm tired, I'm in pain, and I'd rather just go home than deal with this. Come back here later and I'll have decided."

"When?"

"I don't know, later. Much later."

Raph did the only thing he could do- nod and watch quietly as Leonardo gathered his weapons. He didn't limp or stumble, but his body was stretched tight with internalized pain that he was using his entire self to hide. It was both obvious and competent at the same time.

Home? Wait.

"Wait- yer goin' back ta tha Foot?" Raph exclaimed, eyes going sand dollar wide.

"Yes, seeing as how that's where I live," Leonardo replied dryly, bracing a foot against the window ledge.

"B-but- Shreddah-" Raph sputtered, gesturing wildly at his arm. "Why would ya-?"

Who in their right damn mind would go back to the place where they'd nearly gotten their limb torn off?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leonardo deadpanned. "That was the result of a sparring match." He gave a little mocking wave. "Bye, now."

Sparring match my ass.

"Ya would'a had to been sparrin' with a tiger," Raph huffed, bristling at being treated like he was an idiot.

Again.

"I don't know why you care, anyway." Leonardo continued, sounding slightly irritated. "It changes nothing." He looked down swiftly and glanced around the room. Raph followed his eyes to the bed where his communicator sat innocently on the yellowed sheet. He was closer, so he started to pick it up, but Leonardo waved him away. "I've got it."

Raph screeched to a stop and let him pass, angling away so they didn't touch. He felt...uneasy. Unconvinced. It shouldn't have been that simple, but he couldn't put his finger on why. He wasn't stupid enough to question it, however.

Right when he started to leave again, a thought occurred to him and jumped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"What did ya do ta him?"

Leonardo stilled once again. "Do to who?" he asked slowly, but Raph thought he already knew.

Raph cursed himself and his broken filter, but the sentence was already in the air. "Tha guy. Tha other one. That... Attacked ya. I know ya didn't let him get away with it." stuttered awkwardly. "I wouldn'ta."

Leonardo tapped his fingers pensively on the peeling wallpaper and craned his neck around to look Raph full in the face. He didn't say anything for a while, clearly debating whether to tell Raph anything else about himself.

"I didn't. I waited," he said quietly. "I let him think he got away with it. I let him get comfortable, let him think he could do it again. And when he tried, I ripped his throat out." He paused, and tilted his head before he finished, almost as an afterthought. "With my teeth."

The sun was rising just then, staining the sky line and everything it hit with watery pastel light. They both slitted their eyes against it as it beamed through the window, painting Leonardo's chin and plastron with red and orange and making it look for all the world like he'd just taken a big bite out of someone's esophagus.

Raphael didn't need to look down at himself to see that he was also drenched in bloody color, warm on his cold skin like the real thing. Had he been more of a poetic sap, he would have allowed himself to think that the sunrise was showing them for who they really were.

Leonardo didn't wait for a response, tossing his mask tails over his shoulder with a flick of his head and climbing carefully out of the window, leaving Raphael staring after him, imagining how much sweeter that blood had tasted than anyone else's and wondering what he'd done that was so bad to deserve the Shredder carving a swimming pool out of his arm.

Needless to say, the rest of the day was spent on pins and needles from Raph's perspective. It wasn't enough to trigger an anxiety attack, which he was prone to very rarely, but it was pretty damn close.

The arrangement he and Leonardo had was volatile at best and toxic at worst, but...the thought of having wrecked it made him slightly nauseous. It was scratching itches he'd harbored for years, and having his wants met was more addictive than he'd realized. He didn't know if it was the underlying kink or the challenge or what, but it was stuck in his skin like a burr and growing tougher to dislodge.

There was also the strange and unexplainable phenomenon of Leonardo having put up with him for more than a few days. Maybe (and he was loathe to give it this much credit, particularly after the mess it had gotten him into recently) but he had a sneaking suspicion the reason why he wasn't psyched to throw it all away was because he knew, deep down inside his beast, that he'd never find another person that could deal with him- another sado-masochistic, damaged mutant would be hard to come by, even in New York.

When he got home, he spent nearly the whole day staring at the tv, flipping through channels he wasn't even really watching and ignoring everyone in the house. Luck had Mikey and Donnie visiting Leatherhead a few tunnels away, so at least he wasn't bothered or questioned. The hours ticked by with no change in his nerves, except maybe getting worse as he bounced and jiggled his knee up and down, up and down, up and down without pause. He tried to work on his bike but only managed to focus for about point two seconds and ended up stripping three screws and snapping a drill bit before he finally gave up. He even found himself checking his phone a few times like a dumbass before remembering hello, stupid, Leonardo didn't have his number, and why would he?

Matter of fact, why was he doing this again, perched on the couch like a desperate teenage girl waiting for her crush to call? He wasn't that pressed to get laid again.

...right?

Even still, when 11:30 rolled around and the rest of his family were all snug in their beds, Raph did what he had become accustomed to doing recently- shoved his pride and good sense to the back of his brain, crawled out of bed, and ninja-ed his way through the lair to the tunnels and into the city, back to the old motel.

He saw that Leonardo was there and waiting for him before his feet even touched the soggy roof panels, a light green smudge on the decaying brick. They faced each other under the shelter of the overhang, squinting warily.

There was a fresh white layer of gauze bandage wrapped around Leonardo's arm and a faint aroma of blood in the air. Someone had redone his stitches. He was wearing dark oversized sweat pants, similar to the ones Raph was wearing with his red hoodie, and his swords, but nothing else.

"You're late," he said, as a greeting.

"Ya never said a time," Raph mumbled. His stomach was doing backflips.

"No, I didn't." Leonardo conceded. They paused, gathering themselves. Leonardo's chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh.

"You were right." he began, with the regretful tone and air of a person admitting something resentfully. "I've been a control freak. I haven't let you submit me and then I antagonized you, knowing full well how you are. I shouldn't have expected anything else." He stuck out his hand, looking, shockingly, a little bit on the sheepish side.

The uneasy feeling was back in leaps and bounds, skittering nervously up and down Raphael's spine. He'd triggered something nasty, and Leonardo had promised retribution. It was hard to believe he'd just... Let it go.

But he saw nothing but earnestness in his face, so he told his instincts to shut the fuck up and swung out his own hand, feeling slightly foolish.

"Y-yeah. I'm just glad that- SHIT!"

He jerked his arm back as a sharp lash of hot pain lanced across his skin. When he uncurled his fingers, the reason became obvious. There was a long, thin slice running diagonal on his palm, leaking tiny streams of blood through his emerald knuckles.

He looked back up and saw Leonardo twirling a small blade that he hadn't been holding before, one edge gleaming with red.

"What tha FUCK?!" Raph yelled, cradling his injured fist. Leonardo smiled grimly.

"I meant what I said, here and then." he said. "It was partly my fault, but partly yours as well. You're paying me back for that."

Raph growled thunderously and bared his teeth. "Yer a g-goddamn...psyc-psycho...p-path..." His tongue was rapidly turning into plastic in his mouth, flopping thick and heavy against his teeth. He saw the one turtle in front of him split into two, then three, then...

"W-what... D...id...?"

He forced his swimming eyes to refocus back on the blade, still spinning and dancing in Leonardo's hand. When the light hit it again, he saw an additional color among the red of his own blood, a sickly orange.

Poison...

"It won't kill you," Leonardo confirmed. His voice had an echo that definitely wasn't supposed to be there. "It just makes this part easier."

Part?

By the time he was seeing five separate Leonardos, Raph's head was on the roof, and sleep arrived quickly after that.

Coming back to himself wasn't like any of the times before, a slow, gentle slide back into wakefulness. It was abrupt and sudden this time, like being touched with a wet power line or a defibrillator. Things, thoughts and feelings slapped him upside the head one by one until he was thoroughly nauseous.

Back.

Ceiling.

Mattress.

Soft.

Dark.

Rope.

Rope? The fuck...?

"Oh, hey, you're awake. Good."

Raphael rolled his eyes around in the sockets until he was staring at the point where the voice had come from. Leonardo sat cross legged by his side, elbows on his knees, looking down at him with a faint smile.

Two seconds- that's how long it took for Raph for survey his body and realize that there was no leftover paralysis or heaviness from whatever the hell Leonardo had dosed him with, and calculate the force it would take to get his hands around his neck and snap it like a toothpick.

It also took two seconds after he attempted it for the aforementioned rope to make itself known, by way of tightening around his neck the minute his upper body left the mattress and squeezing every last breath from his lungs.

"H-UUUUUGCK-"

"Yeah. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Leonardo said sympathetically. He tilted his head disinterestedly as he watched Raph's eyes bug out of his skull.

Once he could breathe again, Raphael slumped back and twisted, testing his bonds.

His wrists were bound with some kind of thin cord, bent upward and fastened to another rope that had been wound around his neck. He choked at the first gentle tug, realising in horror that he would have to hold his arms up himself or be strangled if he moved.

Tied. Tied. Really, actually tied up, trussed like a dead hog.

No no no no no no

He couldn't even bring himself to be panicked. Mostly. Still, he felt as though his blood was shot through with ice, something sick and crawling slamming through his gut. "What 're ya d-doin'... Why'm-" he gasped.

He felt the bed dip low as Leonardo moved and slowly straddled him. His warmth settled on either side of Raph's body, smooth and scalding. He swallowed hard when Leonardo's thighs tightened around his waist, feeling dismayed as he started responding despite himself.

"Shibari bondage technique." Leonardo breathed, propping his arms on Raph's plastron and resting his chin on his wrists, staring right in his face. "Japanese erotic practice. It turned out better than I first thought." He pulled his finger beneath the cord wrapped over Raph's rock like shoulder. "I think this one's called the Buraindokumo."

Blind Spider, Raph's mind translated numbly.

Leonardo smiled and ran his knuckles gently along the top ridge of Raphael's scutes. "I told you that you'd pay me back for what you tried to do. That's part of it, anyway. The other part is sort of a lesson."

"Lesson...?" Raph shivered. Fear was taking hold of his nervous system like creeping poison ivy. But with the addition of Leonardo shifting on top of him, and the realization that he was truly bound and helpless, waiting for pain and pleasure and God knew what else...

Leonardo rolled his hips around the hardening bulge over his slit, making him pant. His arousal had been embarrassingly fast. "I tried to baby step you, but you wouldn't let me. So now we're moving forward. You didn't believe me when I said I'd show you things you've never seen. I'm proving it to you. Just giving you a little... Taste."

"What are ya gonna...do ta me?"

"I'm not going to fuck you, if that's what you're thinking. I'll be the bigger mutant on that." Leonardo explained. "Well, completely, at least," he said, blinking innocently. But there was a vicious twist to his lips that was anything but. The fingers on his plastron turned into nails, blunt and hard and digging into his collarbone.

Raphael ran his tongue around his dry lips, weighing his options. He could struggle, like he really wanted to, even though it wouldn't get him anywhere. Or he could take it, pay his penance for what he'd done.

The thought... The thought did things to him he didn't want to acknowledge.

"Gonna make me beg again?" he rasped.

Leonardo shrugged. "You can, if you want. I'm not going to deny you coming. Do it once, thirty times, or not at all. But it won't make a difference. I'm going to keep you here until I'm done with you. Until I feel better about what happened."

"An' if I get out of this?" Raph growled, flexing his wrists.

Leonardo rolled his eyes. "If you do, feel free to do whatever you want. It's not likely, though. The more you struggle in that, the tighter it gets." He leaned forward until their beaks nearly touched, and they were breathing each other's air. "But please," he whispered, "please fight it." He grinned, and his lips pulled over his teeth. "I LOVE it when you fight me."

Raph gulped, but nothing went down.

He wondered if this is what insanity- real, unadulterated insanity- felt like.

The ring? He'd take the ring. He'd take the ring a thousand times over. The ring was candy, sprinkles, tissue paper. Nothing.

Nothing, compared to being strapped to a bed for the better part of two hours, made and unmade, torn apart and stitched together at the seams.

Again. And again. And again.

He'd resisted, at first, but it was hard to resist fully when your arms were crossed behind your head and every movement threatened to strangle you.

Leonardo was having a grand old time, picking him to pieces, tormenting him with his hands, his fists, his teeth. It was endless, never ceasing, never stopping. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain and it all mixed and mushed together until he didn't know which way was up and which was down, body pain, bone-deep, a slow burn like the most delicious kind of fire, curling and numbing and singeing his nerves to burnt paper.

He was trapped, forced to take whatever Leonardo gave him as he turned him into a portrait of bruises, a symphony of moans and screams, all while telling him how he'll wear him down to nothing but a nerve, a twitching nerve, a patch of sensitized, scalded skin.

He was somewhere floating, drifting, a weird sort of emptiness where it was just him and the sensations, the feelings, nothing and everything, aroused beyond all rational thought and lost in a sea of feeling where the entire world was reduced to the pure sensation. He'd come three times, untouched, and his cock was still hard and aching, begging for friction, attention, ANYTHING, squirting precome with each twitch.

He jerked and shrieked as Leonardo bit down on his thigh, sinking his teeth in to the root to watch Raphael writhe, the latest in the newest collection of punctures along his body, a slow lighting of teeth in his flesh, a sharp pulse that brought his heartbeat to the surface in blue and purple rosettes.

He pulled away and nuzzled at the blood, smearing it, inhaling it. "Mmm... So good." His irises were nonexistent, swallowed completely by black pupils. He rocked and circled his hips in an almost uncontrollable motion, sucking on his lower lip on every forward press of their groins. "Looks like I finally got you to behave. I might be the first."

He reached out and ran a finger down Raph's leaking cock, pulling a whimper from his throat.

"All mine," he muttered. "All mine. Look at you, so strong, so completely bent." Leonardo smiled in honest delight. His hands traced over dark green muscles, straining and tense. "I wanted to do this since the first time I saw you, you know. You were all big and arrogant and loud. I wanted to hold you down and see how much you could take."

He grinned. "Truthfully, I'm not even mad about you attacking me anymore. Sticker shock, I guess." He flattened his tongue on Raph's neck. "I could have let you go ages ago. But this was just so much fun. And I know you'll try and get me back for this. I'm looking forward to it."

Words, words...where were his damn words?!

"F-fu-fuck...y-you..."

Not bad. It got the point across, at least.

Leonardo tsked like a disappointed teacher. "We'll have to work on that mouth still, I see. For now, though..." He reached behind himself and there was a small rustle. Snake strike fast, he tightened a length of silky grey material between Raph's teeth. Raphael tossed his head and yelled, biting and pushing at it, but the ropes caught at his neck again and the gag didn't budge.

"Want me to blind you, too?" Leonardo asked. Effectively silenced, Raph glared defiantly at him, and he shook his head. "Fine."

Another brief struggle, and then he was blind as well. Immediately, every sense was blown into overload.

Leonardo's voice came through the darkness. "I think you liked this better, if I recall." The weight of his body shifted down and to the side. Raph felt him plucking at the ropes, and then suddenly his legs were being pushed up until his knees touched his chest, exposing his bottom half. Cold fingers smoothed across the skin there and he panicked, bouncing and kicking, pushing muffled grunts from behind the gag.

"Calm down," Leonardo huffed. "I said I wasn't going to do anything."

Raphael ignored him, fighting with the bonds even harder than before, not stopping even when his lungs protested the lack of oxygen.

"You're going to kill yourself. Stop it."

Raph started to cough, and then he heard Leonardo sigh. "I said... stop."

Raph's whole body spasmed as something hard and thin came down on the back of his thigh with a hard CRACK, sending electric sparkles of pain arching over his skin. He let out a shout, feeling the welt forming even before whatever had hit him withdrew, hot and throbbing.

Did he just fucking-?

The whiplike thing came down again, this time on his left ass cheek, scrambling his thoughts and almost causing him to choke on the gag. In the same instance, he felt Leonardo grip his cock and pump it, sliding it through his fingers, a counterpoint of ohgodfuckyes to the hot tingles of pain.

He heard a high, grunting moan, and realized it was coming from his own throat.

"Yes, yes yes," Leonardo hissed, shifting again. Slick, wet warmth engulfed the head of his cock at the same time the whip hit and he flinched, whined under the gag, no longer able to control his own body from bucking up into every smack. Leonardo set up an irregular rhythm, sucking and gulping him further down for every stinging lash.

"Mmm-ffmmgg-mmmfh!"

No matter how hard he tried to stay still as Leonardo's blows came down, his body inevitably flailed. His cock bumped the ridges at the back of Leonardo's throat and before too long Raph was huffing and panting, arching his body up for more and bucking his hips like an animal in heat.

Leonardo pulled off with a slippery pop and rubbed harshly at one of his swelling welts, making it burn. Raph felt the saliva and precome dripping from his lips fall back on his skin when he spoke like hot oil.

"You could come just like this, couldn't you?" he asked. "Just from me hitting you." His voice was thickened and deepened, rough. Raph could almost see him despite the blindfold, eyes black, feral and focused. "I wonder what would happen if I-"

Whatever had been hitting him rested gently on the head of his cock, lightly as an insect, and every nerve in Raphael's body shuddered. He squirmed, pushing away and into it.

"You want more, don't you?" Leonardo laughed. "You need to be hurt, either by your own hand or someone else's. You need to be... Useful. You want the pain in your body to match the pain in your head. You try to deny it, but you can't."

He didn't want to agree, but the truthfulness stung worse than the whip. After two and a half hours of methodically peeling away his walls and layers, Leonardo had seen his weakness. Angry tears welled in his eyes behind the blindfold.

Leonardo didn't say anything for a while, musing in silence while he pressed open mouthed kisses to the slowly deflating welts across Raphael's thighs and ass. When they were nearly healed the whip started raining blows again, creating even more to replace them. Every strike inflamed the tissue in his back, which began to object violently to the continued thrashing. He could feel himself growing harder the longer the beating went on for.

This time around the edge of the leather occasionally flicked the base of Raph's cock in a way he knew wasn't accidental at all, and soon the dip in his plastron looked like a lake and hard tremors were rolling through his limbs, warning signs of his impending orgasm.

He didn't want to come like this, exposed and helpless, but there was nothing he could do about it and holy fuck if that didn't make him feel like he was about to come faster-

"Going to do it? Go ahead, I want to see it, I love knowing when I've won."

He felt his hand wrap tight around his length and a broad tongue swipe him from top to bottom. His lungs contracted, pure, flaming white eating away at the edges of his vision as he came seemingly without ending, bleating in a way he'd be embarrassed about later, gushing out over his stomach.

When it stopped, they were both panting and dazed. Raph winced as Leonardo snatched the blindfold away and stared hungrily at him. His slick red tongue curled in, slid under his bottom lip, and then out, lapping come slowly from his fingers. Raph looked down and saw that Leonardo's own legs were streaked with pearly ejaculate, still oozing from his own slit. He was breathing hard and biting on that lip.

Raph's heart broke into a gallop as he saw a flicker of something horribly familiar in Leonardo's eyes- something vicious, demanding, thirsty.

A beast.

"I'm not done with you yet," Leonardo breathed, climbing on top of him once more.

(A/N: Nearly six thousand words! To be continued in the next chapter! I'm sorry!

Please review. More BDSM immediately after, ( with a little surprise at the end, ;-) then a few plot chapters, and then finally, FINALLY, I'll give you some...*shudders* Dom!Raph. Promise.)