TRIGGER: ABUSE, SWEARING, VIOLENCE

Leo kept thrusting into Raph, oblivious to his screams and shrieks. "Good boy, Leonardo," Bishop encouraged, ensuring it was all being caught on video. "Fuck him. Show him whose boss. You."
"Please stop," Raph pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut. "It hurts. I don't want this."
Leo ignored him and continued to pound away, grunting and covering Raph's body with bite marks, claiming him, sending home the message that Raph was HIS.

After a while, to Raph's surprise, the pain turned to pleasure, as Leo struck at his prostate, causing a strange warm feeling in his lower belly and groin and he saw stars. Leo kept hitting his sweet spot and Raph let out a deep churr as he experienced his first orgasm. What the hell is wrong with me, Raph thought? I don't want this. Am I gay? Do I want my brother? Oh, God. That actually feels nice now. But I don't want this. Not with Leo. No. "Stop, Leo," Raph yelled. But Leo didn't listen and Raph felt himself go over the edge again. Raph tried to smack Leo with his fists, but Leo hit him hard in the jaw and bit his shoulder hard, causing Raph to whimper. "Mine," Leo snarled. "Mine." Powerless, Raph squeezed his eyes shut and thought, please let this stop. I don't want this. He's my brother. It's not right. God, I can't take more of this.

Four hours later, the drugs wore off and Leo collapsed in a heap on the ground, worn out. Bloody, emotionally scarred, frightened and unable to move, Raph tried not to crack, but the trauma and humiliation was too great and tears slid down his cheeks. Bishop had stayed for the entire performance, making snide little comments, clearly enjoying Raph's humiliation. "So, I guess it was your first time, Raphael?" Bishop asked, looking at the snivelling gravid turtle.
"Yer sick, Bishop," Raph said through his tears. "He's my brother."
"I know. That's why it was so much fun watching you, because it's more traumatic being your brother. And judging from your churring, you enjoyed it, Raphael. You LOVED it. You want more."
"No, I ain't gay and I don't want him. It was forced and I hated it!"
"You churred, Raphael. You loved it and you'll get more of it. Leo's your mate and he's going to be the father of your babies."
"Not possible. I'm already gravid, so can't happen."
Bishop smiled meanly and said, "Actually, it could still happen. Guess you'll only know when the babies hatch. Get some sleep, Raphael. Your mate will want you later."

I ain't gay, Raph thought. I like women. My body betrayed me that's all. I didn't want it. None of it. I wanted my first time ta be with Amanda and Leo took that away from me. I know it ain't his fault with the drugs, but...I can't forgive him. I ain't a man either. A real man would have fought back and won. I tried, but I was powerless and I could do nothin' as he screwed me. What does that say about me? I'm worthless, helpless, pathetic. I wanna die. God, the shame. I had sex with my brother. How am I supposed ta tell my other brothers, tell Amanda? What will she think? The worst shame of all is that it was kind of nice, but that was only my body betrayin' me, right? Of course. How could I want Leo? That'd be sick. I wanna die. My fuckin' ass and tail hurt. I wanna shower. Wanna wash it all away. Wanna forget. I wanna go home.

"Raph," Leo said, sitting up on the floor and rubbing his head. "I feel a bit funny. What happened? Raph?" Leo approached the bed and said gently, "Raphie, are you okay?"
"Don't come near me," Raph shouted. "Don't! Stay the fuck away, Leo! Don't touch me."
"What happened? Are you okay? Did Bishop hurt you?"
"No, ya did."
"I would never hurt you, Raph."
"YA RAPED ME. STAY AWAY."
"I what?" Leo asked. "I would never do that, Raph. Bishop must have drugged me."
Raph nodded curtly and said, "Ya raped me. Bishop caught it all on video. Stay away."
"Raphie," Leo said, horrified. For the first time he noticed the dried blood crusted between Raph's legs and the numerous bites on him. "I'm sorry, Raph. It wasn't me. I…"Leo reached out a hand, but Raph swatted it away. Trembling, Raph said, "Don't touch me. DON'T FUCKIN' TOUCH ME! YA HEAR? DON'T TOUCH ME, YA RAPIST." Raph started to scream, his shrieks piercing Leo's heart.

Leo held his head in his hands and wept. I hurt my baby brother, he thought. Doesn't matter that it was the drugs, I still hurt him and he's terrified of me. Me, his big brother, who's supposed to protect him. I didn't and I violated him in the worst possible way. Bishop's ensured that we'll never be close again, because how could we come back from this? Our brotherly bonds are severed forever.

Later that day, Bishop returned to the room, along with his goons, who dragged a kicking and screaming Leo out of the room. "Just me and you, Raphael," Bishop said. "How are you feeling, little mama?"
Defeated and broken, Raph mumbled, "The babies."
"I'm sure they're still fine. Now let me clean you up, so you can be ready for your mate later. You want to look your best for him, don't you?"
Too exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally, Raph just closed his eyes as Bishop got a cloth and lathered him, wiping away the blood, the sweat and other bodily fluids. Then, because he was feeling horny, Bishop spread Raphael's legs and said, "Now it's my turn, little mama." Raphael whimpered, as Bishop thrust hard into him. Bishop pounded away and Raphael couldn't help emitting a low deep rumble, as the psycho struck his sweet spot and he saw stars again. "YES, YES!" Bishop grunted. "I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

When he was finally finished, Bishop pulled out and said, "That was fun." He walked out and his goons brought Leo back into the room. "Later," Bishop said, and he left.

"Raph!" Leo shouted. "Raphie, are you okay?"
Raph squeezed his eyes shut and thought, I'll never be okay.
Leo bounded over to his brother and said, "Raphie…."
"Fuck off. Stay away!"
Then just like before, Raph started to scream, his cries shattering Leo's heart. Leo sank onto the ground, his head in his hands and wept. For Raph and himself, but mostly for Raph. Leo knew that his brother was a mess and he might never recover from the trauma he'd endured.

Meanwhile, Mikey, Don, Casey, April and Damien had gone to the lair, where Splinter had been ever since he got back to New York. Don called Amanda and filled her in on all that had happened. "Will we get them, back, Don?" Amanda asked tearfully. "I can't lose Raphie. I love him so much."
"Try to stay strong, Amanda. We will save them and Raph will soon be with you."
"When you get him, tell him I love him."
"I will, but you'll be able to tell him face to face."

Shortly after nine, Mikey, Don, Casey, April and Damien left in the van and drove to Bishop's place. Parking a few houses down, they cautiously approached the building and went inside. Not encountering anyone, they slowly made their through the building, trying every door and calling Raph and Leo's names. Finally, Don tried a door and said, "Leo? Raph?"
"Don?" Leo said from behind the door. "Is that you?"
"Yes. We're going to get you out. Is Raph with you?"
"Yes."
"Hold on. I'm coming."

Don picked the door with a paper clip he always kept in his belt for such occasions and the group went inside. "Oh, Raphie," Mikey said, rushing over to Raph's bedside. "Raphie!"
"Mikey?" Raph said in amazement. He'd been in a trance like state since the early evening, but his brother's voice snapped him out of it.
"Yes, bro. It's me. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Raph lied. "Just wanna go home."

"Are you okay, Leo?" Don asked.
"Yes. Can we go? Mikey and I will take Raph…"

"Ya ain't touchin' me!" Raph roared. "Damien and Mikey can carry me."
"Did Leo do something wrong, Raph?" Don asked.
"I still hate him for the way he treated me and Amanda and I want nothin' ta do with him."
"I have your weapons, gear and mask, Raphie," Don said, spotting them on the table and picking them up.

"Well, well, the gang's already here," Bishop sneered from behind them all. "But you won't get away this time."
Mikey, Casey and April quickly tossed smoke bombs they'd been carrying in their belts and pockets. When Bishop stopped coughing and the smoke had cleared, they'd gone. Looking out of the window, he was just in time to see the van speeding away.

Inside the van, Raph and Leo were on stretchers, blankets over them. "Raphie," Don whispered. "Did anything happen? The blood. Did someone hurt you?"
"No."
"We'll talk back at the lair! I think there's something you're not telling me." Don's tone brooked no disobedience and Raph only nodded and closed his eyes.

Back at the lair, Raph was carried into the infirmary and placed on a stretcher. Then the others filed out, leaving only Don and Raph. "You want to tell me what happened, Raphie?" Don asked. "Did anything happen? You seem skittish around Leo and then there's the blood."
"Bishop cut me and tried to cut my cock. That's all," Raph lied, too ashamed to tell him the truth.
"You want me to look at the wounds?"
"I don't want ya touchin' me. I can do that myself. Just get me a cloth and water. But first, paper."
"Raphie, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Paper, Don!"

Sighing, Don handed him a piece of paper and a pen and Raph began to write in his block letters. "Dearest, sweetest love, my beautiful Amanda, I love ya so very much and I'll always treasure our time together, but, my love, it's best we break up. As ya once said, we're so different and belong ta different worlds. There's no way it'll last between us. I'm a freak. Yer an angel and I can't give ya the things ya should have and need. What kind of life would ya have with me? Not the one ya deserve. Runnin' from scientists, madmen, my enemies, et cetera. Don't cry, sweetheart. Ya know I'm tellin' the truth. Forget me. It's better this way. For yer own good and mine. Keep yer heart open and I know ya will find a nice human boy, who can give ya the things ya deserve. Go after yer dreams. Ya can do anythin' ya want, sweetheart. Don't let anyone tell ya that ya can't. And always be true ta yerself. Listen ta yer heart. Goodbye, princess, Raphie."

Raph handed the piece of paper to Don and said, "Take this to Amanda, Don."
"One condition."
"What?"
"You tell me what happened when I get back."
Raph took a deep breath and said, "Fine, but take this ta her now. And I want the cloth and water."
"No, Raph. It includes letting me examine you when I return."
"Fine. Just take her the damn letter!"

Don left the lair and hurried to Amanda's place. Climbing in through her open window, he nearly gave her a fright. The poor girl was sitting in bed writing in her diary. "Don!" Amanda exclaimed. "What brings you here? How's Raphie?"
"Raph wanted me to give you this," Don said, handing her the piece of paper.

Amanda quickly scanned the letter and her eyes started to well with tears. "No," she said, starting to sob "No, no, no!"
"What is it, Amanda?" Don asked.
"He dumped me! I don't understand! Read."

Don took the letter from her and after reading it, he said, "Amanda, I don't think he wants to break up. Something happened to him at your uncle's place. I think something traumatic and this is his way of...He pushes people away when he's hurt, because he hates feeling vulnerable and he thinks it also protects his loved ones. I know it makes no sense to you, but…"
"It does. He's told me that before."
"Come home. He loves you. You guys need to talk."
"You really think he doesn't mean what he wrote?" Amanda asked, brightening.
"Yes. He loves you. Something happened at your uncle's place, like I said. I don't know what yet, but I'm convinced it's why he wrote this letter as his way of protecting you maybe or maybe something happened that he's ashamed of and he doesn't know how to tell you, so he's pushing you away."
"That's silly. Raph could tell me anything and I'd still love him. I'd never leave him."
"Then you have to come home with me and tell him that. He needs to know."
"All right," Amanda said, springing out of bed. "Two minutes, Don. I need to change."

Amanda grabbed a pair of jeans and a T, went into the bathroom, changed into them and then she and Don climbed out of the window and headed to the lair.

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