(A/N: So very sorry, Christmas activities and obligations got away from me. Anyway, merry Christmas! Much Dom!Raph.

EVEN MORE FANART! From the wonderful, generous Si. If you guys haven't seen the others, they're all up on this story's AO3 copy. Link in the end AN, but I suggest going to AO3 to see it and the others. It's explicit, so be careful.

Second part of Toybox now. EDITED!)


While Leonardo watched with an air of psuedo patience from the bed, Raphael choked back his embarrassment and started rifling through the items, every nerve tingling with anticipation and anxiety. His breath was harsh in the quiet room, a pant, like his lungs couldn't quite get air, and he was acutely aware of how illicit this was, how dirty, and that thought sent a spike of lust through him.

The ring went right back in his fist- a chance to use it against Leonardo? Hell yes- and his eyes were drawn to the glass dildo, so he set that aside too, but when he turned back to the rest of it he found himself stumped. How was he supposed to pick two more things out of all that?

He picked up the bundle of straps and warily watched it dangle from his hand like some kind of erotic spider, curious and terrified all at once. He tried not to ask for help, but he was so lost, it only took a few minutes of poking around before he broke down and glanced at the other male.

"What's this do?" he asked gruffly, selecting a toy at random, the tiny bar with the balls at the ends. Leonardo sniggered out a derisive laugh. "No."

"Why not?" Raph returned sharply. "Scared I'll win with it?"

Leonardo removed his mask and started winding and unwinding it around his wrist, seemingly bored. But there was a hint of laughter in his voice, like Raph was missing out on a joke. "No. Trust me, I'll show you how that works later. It's a little...advanced." He smothered a grin in the back of his hand and propped his head up on his palm. "You might want to hurry up, though."

Oh, hell. If he chose something dumb and simple, Leonardo would win. But if he picked something super complicated and didn't know how to work it, Leonardo would win, and he'd be the one getting his cherry popped. Raph grabbed for the weirdly shaped thing and gazed helplessly at the rest of it, sheer pride keeping his second question firmly lodged in his throat.

A soft gasp made him glance over his shoulder, but what he saw made him stare. Leonardo had his tongue between his teeth, panting lightly while he fingered himself with slitted lids, wet and shiny down to his wrist.

"Whu-" Raph sputtered, unable to formulate a full yell. Leonardo ignored him, tilting his chin back and pressing his thumb down hard on his exposed gland. The noise that came out of him boiled Raphael's blood and echoed in his beast. His eyes opened slowly, one after the other, black and bright.

Raph was stunned for a second by those midnight-black pupils, blown open so wide they seemed to fill his entire field of vision. Only a narrow ring of gleaming, mocha colored iris encircled the almost bottomless darkness, drunken with the arousal simply SPILLING from his pores, an aggressive come and fuck me scent that clawed at his brain and scrambled his higher functions.

"Hurry. Up." Leonardo growled, commanding and desperate and non negotiable all at once. Without looking, Raphael recovered the first thing he touched and clambered back onto the bed at mach speed, just barely remembering to bring up the toys he'd selected in his haste.

"Fuckin' prick," he snarled, eyes smoldering and teeth bared, snatching for Leonardo's arm and pinning it to the headboard. "Teasin' ass..." They were both breathing hard and the air between them was hot and heavy, less oxygen and more fury. He couldn't tell who's heartbeat was thundering in his head or who's sweat slicked his palms, and something uncivilized deep inside him revelled in it.

Leonardo managed to wrench his forearm out of Raph's grip and sat up to peer over his shoulder, wetting his lips and smirking. "Thigh sling, Aneros...You don't know what half of that even is," he stated confidently.

Raph bit down hard into the salty hollow directly under his Adam's apple, dragging a strangled moan out of him. Almost against his will, his knees twitched up and tightened on either side of Raph's midsection.

"So tell me." he muttered. The flesh under his teeth flexed and shifted when Leonardo swallowed. His chuckle was barely a vibration of noise against his cheek.

"N-no. I'm not helping you. F-figure it out."

Raph let him fall back on the sheets with a grunt and reached back for the harness looking thing, inspecting it impatiently like if he looked at it hard enough it would tell him how to use it. He guessed it was the thigh sling, two cuffs of leather secured by a short cord in the middle with two longer ones on the ends. Just looking at it knotted his stomach with desire.

"Put it on," he ordered, trying to keep his voice from cracking with excitement and tossing it down on Leonardo's chest. The knowledge that he was in control was intoxicatingly dangerous, made him feel savage and reckless, exactly like a shot of pure adrenaline in his bloodstream or a quick gulp of alcohol.

He was the one in charge here, and the other male was going to do what he said.

Leonardo didn't move for a small moment, looking at him with an odd, calculatingly cool look in his eyes. He hesitated before apparently coming to a decision, picking up the sling and unfolding his limbs at a snails pace. The corner of his mouth found its way under his teeth, and it was almost physically agonizing for Raph to sit and watch him slip his ankles into the harness and slide it slowly, sensually up, past his knees to wrap and tauten securely around his slim thighs, wiggling his hips so that his swollen, drooling member bounced on his plastron. He never looked away throughout the whole process. His stare was piercing and amused and taunting, a fire right beneath the beastly fuse in Raphael's brain and heart.

Flames danced in each of their eyes, naked and raw, saying everything they didn't.

You don't have the stones to make me scream.

Just wait, just wait. I'll tear you to shreds.

It felt like years, but eventually the sling was on. By then Raphael had figured out what the ties on the ends were for, and he wasted no time looping them around the top of the wooden bedposts, roughly hoisting Leonardo's legs obscenely wide. A whiff of the liquid pooling on his tail had his mouth watering. He reached out to drag his nails up the long expanse of light green skin and felt Leonardo break out in goosebumbs.

"Is that for me or for you?" Leonardo snarked dryly, jerking his chin at the cockring. "It looks like you need it more than I do."

"Thanks fer remindin' me." Raph retorted. He ran his finger along the ring until the catch to open it snagged his nail. It popped open and he clasped it gleefully around the base of Leonardo's cock, loving the way he flinched and curled his toes in response, and the sticky stream of precome that erupted from him.

He pulled back to look at the picture he'd made, and nearly whimpered as his groin gave a hard, painful throb of want. Leonardo was spread open and vulnerable, at least from the waist down, directly in front of him, on his back, flushed brown and red all down his body and just as aroused as he was. It was like having a lion on a leash, under his thumb and almost totally helpless to whatever he wanted to do. He was positive that image would be imprinted in his retinas for eternity.

"I should find a way ta tie yer arms up, too." Raph mused darkly.

Leonardo scoffed. "You actually think I'd trust you to do that?" He shook his head against the pillows, grinning pointedly and with no humour at all. "My hands stay free to make sure you don't wander where you shouldn't."

The threat against his manhood was still crystal clear in Raph's mind, as was the reminder of the junk-less Purple Dragon running around somewhere. "Yeah, I got it." he mumbled. The back of his neck prickled in momentary shame. He was never going to live that shit down, and he probably didn't deserve to.

"I won't touch." Leonardo said softly, folding his hands under his skull. "I'll be fair. Promise."

"Sure ya do." Raph shook the topic from his shoulders and fit himself between Leonardo's legs, stimulated all over again at the sight. He gripped his calf and kneaded the damp skin around his entrance. Leonardo tensed like he was bracing for an attack, and Raph rubbed harder, luring a soft yet deep, throaty groan from him that reverberated in his own crotch.

A shudder ran through the body laid out before him ... completely defenceless and at his mercy.

"Ya look damn filthy right now," he rasped. His emotions were all over the place. In the span of a series of breaths, he felt the urge to rip into the body under him, but seconds later all he wanted to do was look, touch, tease, savor it just because he could. Leonardo was so damn pretty it pissed him off a little bit with how easily he could get him going, how easily he'd sucked him into this mess.

Raphael rubbed and stroked and nibbled, scattering marks and bruises all over his tender legs until Leonardo was arching into his touch, huffing impatiently.

"Now you want to tease?" he snapped, lifting up his head to glare at him. "Are you going to do something or should I leave?"

Raph sneered, recognizing his own words from earlier. "Calm yer ass, slut." He watched Leonardo writhe, pushing up into the ring unwillingly. He knew exactly what he was feeling, awful strangling pressure and no friction to go with it. The sight gave him an idea, and he smirked, grabbing both of their oozing erections in one hand.

They flailed in tandem and he started to pull, harshly squeezing and sliding up and down their rigid lengths until they were both gasping and thrusting into his palm and against each other. Raph forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch the expressions on Leonardo's face change from pleasure to pain to desperation as his orgasm approached, knowing what was coming and unable to stop it.

"Mmmmmnnng," Raph moaned, grinding hard into his hand and speeding up his arm. "Aa-ah, yea-aah. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...uh, yer turn, yer turn...hhnng..."

Leonardo's mouth was tightly closed, but tiny little sounds escaped from his nose. He squirmed in the sling and balled his hands in the sheet, choked on his noises and held it off as best he could, but Raphael felt the convulsions in his cock when he came...and then didn't come. His every muscle seized with pain and he shook like he was having a seizure, but aside from the healthy gush of precome that splashed from his slit, there was no release.

Raphael followed a second after, tumbling over his own ringing release with a laughing shout and taking special pleasure in the sight of his come splattering Leonardo's chest. "P-payback's' a b-bitch, huh?"

Leonardo glowered at him though slightly wet eyes. "Ch-childish, aren't w-we."

Raphael circled him again, flashing his incisors when he visibly swallowed his whimper. "Yep. Guess I am."

He pumped his wrist and scrubbed his thumb hard over the violet head, hungrily watching as Leonardo twisted and gasped again and again, fighting his own body from begging for it. Raph started to see the point of the sling besides just holding him open. With his legs in the air, he had less leverage on his own reactions.

He disintegrated into a cycle of jerky inhales and shuddering exhales, quickening and increasing in volume until his cock pulsed and he clenched his teeth so hard together the sound was audible. His struggle to come filled Raph's dick with interest and he grabbed it when it perked up, going slow this time. He stroked leisurely, still sensitive after his last climax.

There was something hypnotic about watching him come undone. He didn't know what was more potent, unravelling or being the unraveller.

"Hurts, don't it?" Raph asked rhetorically. "Feel like ya thought it would? Feel amazing?" He leaned down and spat wetly on the head of Leonardo's cock, making his yanks extra slick and squeaky. Leonardo didn't reply for once. His legs were quivering, and his forehead was starting to shine with sweat. His chest heaved, and Raph knew that he'd come again with nothing to show for it.

"I 'member how long ya made me sit there and take this," Raphael continued. "I could watch this all night, but I got other shit to do to ya. So I'll tell ya what." He battered his head with brutal twists of his fingers, and was surprised when nothing louder than a small yelp came out of Leonardo's mouth. "Yer at three. I'm gonna give ya seven more, make it a even ten, an' then I'm gonna fuck the hell outta ya with yer own stuff. Scream before that, and I might take it off. Might." he reiterated.

Leonardo pried his eyes open, and a tingle of shock knifed through Raphael at what he saw swimming in them. Underneath the lusty haze, he expected to see anger, or even a little bit of fear. Instead, there was a twisted sort of smug pride, like someone watching a pet perform a difficult trick.

He felt that look like a touch, and it INFLAMED him.

Stupidly hard almost instantly, Raph snarled in his face and bent his cock back towards his chest, the resulting pain and spasms sending blood streaming down his chin from the holes Leonardo had bitten into his lip.


Five more forced, stiffled climaxes later, and he had to grudgingly admire Leonardo's will. Not only had he not screamed his name (or even said it), he hadn't screamed, period. He looked absolutely wrecked, more brown and red than green, covered in sweat and mask askew. His lip was as puffy and bruised as his cock, swollen and distended below the ring, but he wasn't cracking.

His refusal to lose only urged Raph to break him harder. He was high off the feeling of control and enjoying every minute of it, watching him shatter in hard, slow, steady increments.

"Damn," he sighed mockingly, as Leonardo trembled through his ninth dry run. Raph gave him no time to relax after and went right back to stroking. "Yer committed ta this, ain't ya? One more, then I'll start stuffin' ya. Yeh'll probly like that better."

"Hhnnf...uhn." What was probably a smart ass retort came out a mangled jumble of words when Raph dug his finger into the crease of his cloaca, which seemed to be the only thing that stopped him from trying to fade into a meditative state and cheat his way out. He understood that one now, too. The harder he pressed, he thought he could feel the roundness of Leonardo's scrotum, buried deep inside his body.

The last one wasn't as spectacular as the others. Raph felt a little disappointed when all he did was hiss and wince in the sling, painting them both with yet more precome before relaxing with a pained grimace.

It didn't last. He licked his lips and craned his neck to flash Raph a triumphant grin. "T-two done. You're l-losing."

Dammit. Raph growled and sat back on his heels, wishing there was some way to gag him without impeding his ability to scream. "I ain't losing. That just means that ring ain't coming off." The last two or so challenges he'd either lost or forfeit, but he was going to win this one.

It didn't help that Leonardo recovered quick as fuck, quicker than anybody had a right to, and the only remnant of what he endured was the slight stammer in his words. He shrugged and wiped a spot of blood from his mouth, startling Raph a little when he remembered that his hands actually weren't tied. He'd been true to his promise about not touching.

"Kn-knock yourself out. It won't make any d-difference." he shot back, and Raph really, really wanted to hit him then, anything to make him stop talking back and wipe that cocky look off his face.

You can 'hit him', dumbass.

Ohhh, right.

"Oh, what, did you run out of ide-AH!" The first hard smack of Raph's palm against his exposed backside severed his goading comment and turned it into a loud cry, more from surprise than actual pain.

"Nah," Raph snickered lewdly, scratching his nails over the rapidly reddening mark. The muscles twitched erratically afterwards, just like the desperate twitching of his cock, which hadn't flagged once the whole time but had remained jutting away from his body, purple, fat, and dripping all down the ring. "I got a few more."

"Baka. Idiot. There was a crop in the bag." Leonardo wheezed. Raph shook his head and reared back to deliver another slap, thickening between his legs at the meaty thud and responding jiggle. "It don't matter. I wanna do it this way."

Raph hit him again and he whined softly before choking the sound back, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room for nearly twenty minutes. Leonardo's hard breaths turned into grunts and finally pretty keens that hitched up desperately at the ends, and his ass warmed under Raph's hand until it was glowing and throbbing. The sound of the blows virtually exploded in Raph's ears and sent surges of arousal down to his neglected cock.

"Uh!-uuh! Uh! Uh!"

He wasn't the only one affected either- fifteen minutes in and Leonardo was leaning shamelessly into the hits. His flexing tail beat a wet rhythm into the sheet and the entire area between his lower half was damp with precome and gland slick. The little knot of flesh was completely exposed and inflated despite not having been touched at all.

"Slippery when horny," Raph mumbled. Every time Leonardo's mouth opened, he didn't want anything more than to ram himself deep down into that long throat. "God, I could just choke ya on my cock...but I guess ya can't scream with yer mouth full."

Leonardo groaned, though whether it was out of arousal or exasperation he wasn't sure. "Pervert."

"I ain't the dirty slut with a bag full'a toys." Raph countered, rocking so that his own erection rubbed against Leonardo's hip. The lighter turtle scowled and blushed, but his satisfaction was short lived.

"No, just Daddy issues," Leonardo remarked venemously. Raph recoiled like he'd been struck, and Leonardo narrowed his eyes like a wolf scenting blood. He could almost hear Karai's bitchy, nasal sneer behind the jab. "Did Master Vermin hit you a lot growing up? Is that why you're so obsessed with it?"

The words were like a hot knife, cutting and vicious. Hurt coursed through his chest and just as quickly dissolved into scalding rage. It took every iota of self control he had not to give in to the red fog seeping into the edge of his vision and drive his elbow through Leonardo's throat. Still, his temples were aching by the time he managed to separate his teeth and wrestle his wounded beast back under control, and the next few hits were more like punches, directed at Leonardo's tendon instead of his ass.

Eyes on the prize. Eyes on the prize. He's trying to distract you.

"Fuck you," Raph barked. He dug his nails into Leonardo's knee and forced his legs even further apart, not caring whether it hurt or not. He hoped it did. "You don't know what tha fuck yer talkin' about. I should beat tha shit outta you, but I ain't, I'm gonna fuck ya till you scream and choke ya out on my cock."

Without further ado, he reached down to spread Leonardo's cheeks and jammed a finger ruthlessly into his hole, fighting the resistance of his muscles and savoring his shrill shriek. Instantly he tightened and clamped down. Raphael ignored his body's involuntary attempts to expel the intrusion and set himself to opening him up as far as he could go.

For a brief second he was worried about whether he would get rebuked. He actually almost counted on Leonardo jumping back up, fractious and feisty and hissing like a wounded cat, casting aspersions at the rough treatment, but Leonardo didn't retaliate. All he did was let out a gasping grunt and duck his head into the crook of his elbow, and soon Raph could feel that hot silky passage loosening up for him, fluttering around his digits. That surrender mollified some of his anger, but not much.

"Ahhh, G-God, aah..."

The breathy little noises tumbling out of Leonardo's mouth brought saliva welling in the back of Raph's throat. He bent down to taste before he could stop himself, gnawing and torturing his tail savagely like a dog with a bone.

One finger, then two, then two fingers and a tongue, in and out and in and out...hot, salty sweetness smeared all around his beak...

"Ohh, yesss," Leonardo hissed, squeezing his lids shut over his rolling eyes, evidently forgetting his not to use his hands as they found their way down to grip the knot in Raph's mask. He tried to yank his head up and redirect the attention on his cock. Raph struggled away from him only after sinking his teeth into his ankle, losing his bandana in the process.

"You-!"

"No," he rumbled, licking blood from his canines. Things were getting blurry, hot and iron tinted. It was hard to focus. Greater waves of WANT coursed through him with every second that ticked by. The beastly urge to take him right then, to rip into him, to use it as an outlet for his lust, was overwhelming.

Quickly, like he'd burnt himself, he pulled his hand back from the warm, soft skin and took a deep breath through his nose, trying to dial back his hunger and appetite to a more manageable level.

He seized the glass dildo and pressed the tip against Leonardo's hole, watching his body strain involuntarily to try and take it in. "Wanna quit?" he mocked thickly. "Suck mah cock now and we can say ya won."

Leonardo's smoky, provocative glare was answer enough. Raph pushed his hand against the base of the toy and it slid in with nearly no resistance and a wet, mind blowing sluuurp that was almost drowned out by Leonardo's long moan.

"Fuck," Raph murmured, crushing his own knees together to try and stem the spurts of precome streaming from him in response to the sight, and keep himself from tearing out the toy and replace it with his turgid length.

It was thicker than he first thought, and he parted him a little wider so he could see better. He pulled it back and saw Leonardo's flesh cling to it before he shoved it back in, bottoming it out, and he had to take a deep inhale because Leonardo looked fucking sinful, stretched around the toy, his entire body shaking as he tried to breathe.

Raph started thrusting with hard, reckless flicks of his wrist. The headboard rocked and creaked as Leonardo's legs fought to come down and find some stability against the assault, but the sling held firm. "Harder, tsuyoku, harder," he demanded, throwing his head back and scrabbling at the mattress when Raph complied. "G-good. Oh, f-fuck, good-"

Raph's hands were clammy on the warm glass toy, moistened with sweat and fluid. His other hand held Leonardo down by the hip, pressing him into the bed, making sure he couldn't move as much as he wanted to. He knew when he hit that spot- Leonardo's whole body clenched and curled both away and into the thrusts, and his pleasured noises increased three octaves.

"Oh god—oh god—oh god—oh!"

Raphael let out a guttural sound and sped up the speed of his hand. "Does it hurt good? Huh? How good is it?"

He could see it, all that prissy self control flying out the window. Leonardo was using every cell to stop himself from screaming.

He was going to win, so fucking help him, he was going to win.

He leaned up and loomed over him, literally slamming the toy down, twisting it to scrape the knobs and ridges over his spot. He could sense the convulsions wracking Leonardo like they were around his real cock, and chased them with all the strength in his beast as if he were fighting.

His mouth was on autopilot. "Am I making you feel it? Am I making you feel it? As deep as you want?"

Leonardo thrashed, driving himself onto the object inside him, his lower lip a mangled, bloody mess. Raphael worked the dildo faster, messier, one hand wrapped around the base and jamming it too hard and too deep, the other finally wrapped around his cock, strangling it in an attempt to hold off.

"Uh uh, none of that!" he snapped, knocking Leonardo's wrist away from his mouth when he chomped down on it, breaking his own skin. The air tasted like salt and grated heavily in his lungs. The smaller turtles skull smacked into the headboard and he YOWLED, shredding the sheet under his nails.

"Say it!" Raph snarled, scratching a bloody furrow into the side of his leg. Drops of perspiration flew into his face when Leonardo shook his head. He angled his aching hand up and started pushing from below, and-

"AH! OH! Kuso! F-fuck! FUCK! There! AH!" Leonardo's knuckles went white, so pale it looked like the bone was going to burst through. The edge of Raph's fist touched his pulsing entrance. Wet squelches and slapping noises marked his thrusts, and oh fUCK-

"SAY IT!"

I'm gonna lose, I'm gonna lose.

As a last ditch, hopelessly pushing down the first shakes of his climax, Raph reached between their bodies and felt around frantically until he had the ring. There was a split second of miscommunication between his fingers and his brain. Instead of pulling the ring off, he pushed it further DOWN, and his eardrums were finally graced with the scream he sought after, his own name garbled but intelligible inside of it.

"-mmMM-RAAH!-FfAH-AHH!-EH-AAH-!"

His beast roared in victory, heady and giddy. Done. Won. Did it.

Somehow, he managed to think clearly enough to actually disengage the ring, and a huge, copious rush of sticky warmth spilled down his front seconds later. Leonardo slumped down onto the tousled bed, groaning and quivering, leaving Raph to untie his legs. He winced when every little motion caused his erection to shift and pulse agonizingly.

Unwillingly, painstakingly, Raph backed down from his crest while he waited for the other male to recover, tucking his clenched fists under his knees to keep from touching himself anymore.

"Damn..." Leonardo laughed weakly, after awhile, pushing himself slowly into a sitting position. He pressed his palm to the wound on his outer thigh. "Ah...damn. You." He moved his head from side to side. "You're something else."

Raphael rolled onto his back, exhaling with some force when certain places on his body stung and prickled. He observed himself and saw that he sustained multiple cuts and bites all over his dark green skin and just hadn't noticed. He looked like he'd battled a cheese grater for his life. How in the hell did I miss that?

Even though he hadn't come, he still felt drained, emotionally and physically emptied like he'd run ten miles.

But.

"I won," he recalled, eyes lighting up with renewed energy. "I won. Ya screamed."

Leonardo looked at him, and there was a small moment of uncertainty when that strange, surveying expression from before flickered across his irises. A tiny shiver crawled down Raph's spine. Then he blinked, and there was nothing in his pupils but a resigned sarcasm, so quick he wondered if he'd really seen anything at all.

"Congratulations." he droned. He was still hoarse, and Raph couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that good about himself.

"I think ya owe me somethin'." Raph replied, in the same flat tone underlied with excitement waving a hand at his groin and just barely managing not to squirm in glee.

Leonardo blinked slowly, like a cat, and the corner of his lips pulled up in a wry smirk. Even then, slightly shivering in the afterglow and colored a slowly fading red, he managed to look like he knew something Raph didn't.

"Enjoy it now," he declared quietly. "This won't happen again if I can help it. You won't win against me so easily."

"Easy?" Raph repeated, disbelieving. Getting that ONE shriek had been like pulling teeth from Leatherhead (speaking from experience), and he felt as rattled as an empty brew can.

Leonardo ignored him in favour of stretching out slowly on his stomach. The rest of Raph's sour rebuttal vanished like sugar in water as he gripped and mouthed at his cock, sliding his tongue up and down and around the crown of his head. He licked at the beads of pre-come as they welled and dripped down, soft and velvety with the ever present threat of teeth, and fuck if that mouth wasn't fucking lethal.

Raphael's eyes slipped closed. He felt a hot, wet heat follow, then suction, light at first, then harder, a groan torn from his throat before he realized he was making a sound. Leonardo nipped at him suddenly and met his drowsy glare with an expectant one. "The phone?"

Heat rose fast in his face. "O-oh. Yeah." He distracted himself from his embarrasment by pulling out the burner phone from his belt and opening it, punching keys until he reached and activated the grainy camera. He tilted his head and turned the thing so that it was landscape view, grinning lecherously. "Heh, smile."

Through the camera, he watched Leonardo roll his eyes and give him a hard biting suck, making his leg jerk, then he paused and sat there, not moving.

"Mm, c'mon. I know ya can do better than that." Raph teased nastily, nudging the side of his face ungently. Leonardo pulled off and smiled benignly. "Oh, sorry. I don't have much to work with."

That was fucking low. "S'cuse me, what'dya say? Yer voice sounds a little scratchy." Raph shot back. Leonardo sneered and mumbled something unflattering in Japanese, but ducked down and took him back into his mouth. He drooled a little, resting Raph's cock against the bright pink of his tongue and still swollen lower lip, making it showy for his audience. Raph pushed the shutter down and snapped the picture with a faint digital click.

A few more swallows and he came deceptively hard, lightning tingling up his spine and bowing his neck. Leonardo spat out his release and wiped his face of any excess, leaning back to stretch the kinks out of his lean muscles.

"How's it feel ta lose?" Raph snickered while he stood and searched for his clothes, noticing a small hitch in Leonardo's inhale.

Leonardo gazed at him coolly from his position on the bed, one arm curled casually behind his head. "Did I?" The way he said, a mixture of taunting and nonchalance, brought Raphael up short.

"Hell d'ya mean, did I?" he asked, halfway in between smoothing his hoodie down. "Ya had ta suck me off, didn't ya?" He couldn't completely smother the nervous chuckle that bubbled out of his chest. He really didn't like that look. "Ain't like ya let me win."

The unspoken 'right?' hung heavily in the air. A weird smile was all he got in response, before Leonardo closed his eyes and sank down further into the mattress. "Sure. Go home, Raphael." He didn't deign to say anything else, and Raph had no choice but to bite his cheek and leave, pondering things he had no answer to and probably never would.


(A/N: Again, so sorry for lateness. This story has around... Fifty chapters planned. Just for reference XP. I hope you'll stick with me until the end.)