Leo is 16
Donnie is 16 (two weeks younger than Leo)
Raph is 14 (15 later on)
Mikey's 14

"Fuck ya, Leo," Raphael snarled, his green eyes blazing, and his fists clenched, ready to strike, as the rain poured down, soaking himself and Leo to the bone, but the brothers continued to stand on the roof top, trying to stare one another down. "Ya can't tell me what ta do. I ain't a kid and ya ain't my mate. Donnie is, although I bet ya wish ya could be, don't ya? Drives ya insane knowin' that Donnie's my mate and that he's the one who gets ta fuck me. News flash, Leo. I could never love ya in a million years. Yer too up yer own ass, Splinter junior, and ya could never compare ta Donnie." Even as Raphael said those words, he winced inwardly, wishing he could take them back, knowing it wasn't true. He loved Leo, but he knew his feelings would never be returned. His older brother would never love a temperamental brute like him. And Raphael didn't blame him. Leo deserved someone amazing and Raphael knew he was anything but. Yes, he had loved Donnie, but not the same way he loved Leo and it killed him to think that Leo would soon be bonded to Lotus Blossom. The thought of them mating made Raphael want to puke. He fought the urge and continued to glare at his brother, hoping he'd give up and storm off, like he often did.

At five foot two, Leo could look down on his brother a bit and he took advantage of it, pulling himself up to his full height. He stiffened a bit at Raphael's crass words and said, "My love for you is purely brotherly, Raphael, so I don't know where you got those ideas from and I find them repulsive."

"Yet ya fucked Mikey," Raphael hissed, as the rain began to fall harder.

"We were drunk and it was a one-time thing. I deeply regret it. Anyway, I'm worried about you, Raph. You're drinking heavily, you're missing training, and you're barely at home. What's wrong?"

It's ya, Raphael thought. Ya, Leo. How can ya be so dense? Why can't ya see that I love ya and that when we fight, I do it ta get yer attention. I loved Donnie, but it's ya I yearn for. Ta be hugged and kissed by ya, ta fuck ya and tell ya how much I love ya. Yer so fuckin' gorgeous. I want ya.

"And you're so rude to Lotus. Why don't you like her? What could she possibly have done to deserve your wrath?"

"Ya really wanna know what's wrong, Leo?" Raphael asked, stepping closer, their faces mere inches apart.

"Yes. I'm concerned, Raph. We all are."

"Ya won't like the answer."

"Try me."

"Ya will hate me."

"Raph, you may infuriate me, but I could never hate you. You're my brother and I love you. Whatever's wrong, we can sort it out together. You're not alone."

"I hate Lotus."

"W-why? What did she do to upset you?"

"Because…." Oh, screw it, Raphael thought. I suck at words. I'm gonna show him with actions. "This is why," Raphael said, and smashed his mouth against Leo's. His lips felt soft and warm and inviting and Raphael felt like he was in heaven.

Shock registered on Leo's face. He shoved Raphael away and stepped back, arms crossed. "What the hell, Raph?" he said angrily, his sapphire eyes stony.

"Told ya that ya wouldn't like the answer," Raphael said in a small voice, hurt etched on his face. "The things I said ain't true, Leo. I love ya and I hate Lotus, because she's with ya and I wanna be with ya, Leo. I wanna hug ya and tell ya how much I love ya. I wanna grow old with ya."

"NO!" Leo screamed, and jabbed a finger into Raphael's plastron. "This is wrong. You're my brother and I love Lotus and you love Donnie and…I'm going to forget this happened and...I'm going home. I can't believe you, Raphael. Pulling a stunt like this when you know I love Lotus! You know this isn't funny."

"It's not meant ta be, Leo. I love ya. I always have."

"I don't feel the same way, Raphael, and I never will. I love Lotus. Get that through your thick skull. You got your wish. You can go out. I'll see you at home."

"But, Leo…"

"Never speak of this to me, Raphael, and you should be ashamed of yourself for cheating on Donnie."

"I ain't. Donnie's messin' around with April! I caught them and…"

"So I'm a rebound thing. Is that it? You want a roll in the hay to get revenge on Donnie? I'm not something to be toyed and messed around with, Raphael."

"No, ya fuckin' stupid bastard. I wouldn't do that ta ya, Leo. I respect ya too much. Me and Donnie are…"

"ENOUGH!" Leo roared. "Good night!" And he stomped off, leaving Raphael alone, his heart shattered into a million pieces.

Tears streamed down Raphael's face and he punched a wall until his knuckles were bloody, the pain distracting him from his inner heartache. The rain continued to bucket down, but Raphael didn't care. Leo had rejected him and nothing mattered to him anymore. Rejection is a bitter pill ta swallow, Raphael thought, and let out an anguished howl. I may as well kill myself, he thought. Got nothin' ta live for. No Donnie. He's off bangin' April and Leo hates my guts. I'm better off dead.

Raphael pulled out his sai from his obi and placed it at his throat. This is it, he thought, studying the blade. Gonna end this shit game of life. Tired of playin' and gettin' screwed. Not like anyone will miss me anyway. I'm just a huge fuck-up.

Meanwhile, Bebop, Rocksteady and Shredder were on the way back to the technodrome, when they spotted a figure on the rooftop next to them. "Looks like one of them turtles, boss," Bebop said. "Can I blast him?"

"Yes," Shredder said. "Zap him with your paralyzing ray and then leave him for me. I intend to have some fun with him," he added and smiled sadistically. His goons snickered, knowing exactly what he meant.

Too occupied with his task, Raphael failed to hear the villains approaching him, but he sure as heck felt the stun ray hit him. He crashed to the floor, plastron down, his sai clattering a few feet away from him. "Good evening, turtle," Shredder boomed.

"Chrome dome," Raphael hissed, trying to move, but finding he was not able to. "What the fuck did ya do ta me?"

"Paralyzing ray, Raphael, but don't worry. We're going to have some fun," Shredder said, and chuckled.

Fear crept into Raphael's heart and a shiver went down his spine at the chilling words, realizing what was about to happen. He's gonna rape me, Raphael thought. And there's nothin' I can do 'bout it. Leo, someone find me. Leo!

With the assistance of his mutants, Shredder turned Raphael over and spread his legs. "Look, ya don't wanna do this," Raphael said, staring at Shredder pleadingly. "I'm just a kid. Not even fifteen yet."

"Who's always interfering in my plans and yes, I want to do this. Been so long since I've had a good fuck. Lie there and be quiet, freak of nature," Shredder said. He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his underwear, exposing his thick eight inch cock. Raphael stared at it, nausea bubbling in his stomach, knowing that soon he'd be violated, treated like a play thing and he couldn't even fight back. All he could do was lie there, like a helpless rag doll. But I won't let them see me cry, Raphael resolved. Whatever he does, I won't give him the satisfaction of seein' me broken.

The rain stopped and Shredder rubbed Raphael's slit. He grinned when Raphael let out a reluctant churr, dropping down his purple ten inch cock that was leaking precome. "What a disgusting cock," Shredder said, and laughed, his henchmen joining in. "I've never seen such a hideous thing before. You truly are a freak, Raphael."

"If I could move, ya'd think twice 'bout sayin' such things, metalmouth," Raphael snapped, refusing to let them see how much the barb had stung. He was proud of his cock and it was one of the few things about himself he liked.

Shredder chortled again and thrust inside of Raphael's slit, making Raphael hiss. "Am I hurting you, freak?" Shredder asked.

"That six inch pecker of yers?" Raphael taunted. "Hardly. Heck, even a monkey's probably bigger!"

"I'll show you, freak!" Shredder yelled, thrusting harder and deeper into Raphael, who felt like he was being split into two, pain coursing through his body. Shredder pounded away, his thrusts becoming even more savage. The pain soon turned to pleasure, as Shredder stabbed Raphael's prostate and a reluctant rumble rolled up Raphael's throat. It wasn't long before Raphael came, his essence painting his plastron with hot, ropey streams of come. But Shredder hadn't climaxed yet and he continued to thrust, becoming even more brutal. His goal: to make the turtle bleed.

The pleasure turned to pain again, as the thrusts intensified and Raphael couldn't help mewling, despite his earlier vow to himself not to. It hurt so much. "Please," Raphael begged. "Enough. Ya had yer fun. I can't take more. Yer hurtin'me.I feel like yer splittin' me in two."

"I know," Shredder said and bit down hard on Raphael's collarbone, making him whine. He stopped thrusting and said, "I'm loving it. You're my little bitch, Raphael. Say it, Raphael. Say yes, Master. Raphael is your little bitch. Go on. Be a good turtle! If you do it, I'll stop."

Blood began to seep out of Raphael's ass and dripped down onto the ground and unwanted tears streamed down his cheeks. "Yes, Master," Raphael choked out. "Raphael is yer little bitch. He'll do whatever ya wish. Just stop."

"Good boy, but I lied, Raphael. I'm not done!" Shredder began to thrust again into Raphael, who screamed, his cries echoing into the quiet night. Raphael began to feel faint from the blood loss and sank into unconsciousness, and still Shredder pounded away, until he finally came, shooting his essence deep inside of Raphael.

Looking down at the unconscious and bleeding turtle, Shredder pulled out and said, "That was great, Raphael. Let's do it again sometime if you survive. If no one finds you soon, you'll probably die from the blood loss. Oh, well. It'll be one less turtle to mess with my plans." He yanked up his underwear, pulled up his trousers and zipped it up. He kicked Raphael in the side a few times and grinned, because he knew he'd probably cracked a few ribs, and said, "Come along, mutants." The villains left and headed back to the technodrome, looking forward to their evening meal.

Raphael continued to lie there, the rain pouring again and lashing down onto his prone body and washing some of the blood away. Thunder roared and lightning flashed as the weather worsened and still no one came, as Raphael's pulse grew fainter, his life force seeping away.

XXX

Back at the lair, Leo was sipping a mug of tea and trying not to think about his argument with Raphael or the kiss. Damn him, Leo thought furiously. I didn't want it and I've never thought about him that way, but that kiss was intoxicating, mind blowing, perfect. What the hell is wrong with me? I love Lotus. Raphael is my brother and it's wrong to think of him otherwise, isn't it? Then why do I suddenly want to tell him that I feel different, that maybe we could try, that I'd break things off with Lotus. Ugh. I'm so confused, Leo thought and rubbed his face.

Suddenly, Splinter entered the lounge, looking anxious, and said, "My son. I have had a terrible dream about Raphael. Is he home?"

"No, Sensei. He is out."

"In this weather? Then it is true," the aged rat said miserably. "You need to find him, Leonardo, before something evil happens. Where are your other brothers?"

"I don't know."

"Then we must go find Raphael."

"What happened in your dream, Sensei?"

"I will tell you on the way, Leonardo. Where last did you see Raphael?"

"On a roof top that we often go to."

"Then there we shall go."

Leonardo and Splinter immediately left and headed to the roof top.

XXX

Sometime later, they reached the roof top, where Leonardo immediately spotted his brother. "Oh, Raphael," he said, crouching down beside his unconscious brother. "I'm sorry, Raph. I should never have left you. It's my fault this happened." He felt Raphael's pulse and was relieved that he had one, albeit it faint.

"Is he dead, Leonardo?" Splinter asked fearfully.

"No, Sensei, but he's lost a lot of blood. What happened to him, Sensei? You said you'd tell me what happened in your dream, but you didn't."

"We will discuss that later, Leonardo. We need to get Raphael home."

Leo gently lifted his brother into his arms and he and Splinter made their way home. I should never have left him, Leo thought, fighting back tears. Raph, please wake up. Please. I'm sorry for yelling at you. Raph. Oh, Raph. Little brother, wake up. Please don't die. I need to tell you I am sorry.