When Slash had climaxed, he looked at his prisoner, who'd come out of his trance, and who was sniffing, his cheeks stained with tears, as he perched on Slash's dick. "Raphie, you're sobbing again. Why?" he asked, removing the dildo from Raphael's mouth.

"I wanna go home, Slash. I want my brothers. I don't want this. I don't wanna be yer bitch," Raphael choked out. "And my leg hurts so bad. Please fix it. Please."

"Yes. You do," Slash said, stroking his cheek with a calloused finger and making Raphael flinch. "You were churring. You love being a bitch. My bitch. As for your leg, forget it. I like you being a cripple and so pathetic."

"No. It's my body betrayin' me. I don't wanna do this. I wanna go home. Let me go home. It's Thanksgivin' and me and my bros celebrate with a turkey and veggies and April and Casey come over and we…" Raphael hiccupped. "And Mikey makes a dessert and we play games and we… I gotta go be there. Let me go. Please. Please."

"Oh. It's Thanksgiving all right. Mine. I got a lot to be grateful. Finally owning you. I've dreamed about this for so long. Stop snivelling. You have a lot to be grateful for too. You're no longer a virgin. How about that? You never thought it would happen and if you're a good slut, Raphie, I might be a little kinder to you, but you have to be nice and listen. No more fighting and trying to escape. No biting, slapping, punching. Do any of that and you'll taste my wrath. You've had a small taste. I doubt you want to go through it again, hmm?" Slash said, stretching out a hand, placing it between Raphael's legs and stroking the soft flesh. "Man, you feel so soft and warm, Raphie. I bet you still want to cum and not being able to is driving you mad."

Raphael ducked his face, tears shimmering in his eyes, and thought, I wanna go home. It's Thanksgivin'. I've never missed one with my family. I wanna see them so bad and tell them I love them. I don't want this.

Slash tilted his face up and said, "We can celebrate. We'll fuck, I'll give you all the cum you want. Lots. You love cum, Raphie, and it looks so good on you. You're a dirty bitch and you love it."

"Yer crazy," Raphael said sadly. "I never treated ya this way. I was good ta ya, gave ya all you needed. I loved ya, treated ya like family. Why are ya doin' this? What the hell did I do ta deserve this?"

"Because I love you and I know what you need. You don't need your brothers or that ancient rat. You need me. I allow you to be the real you. I understand you and your desires and I know what's good for you. Me. I'm the only one who ever understood you. You know no one else does. And you know what you did. You chose your brothers over me, especially that bossy Leo, whom you claim to hate. You're always whining that Leo doesn't understand you, he's stuck up and lame, yet you crave his approval and chose him. How could you choose him over me? I apologized and you still wouldn't let me see you!"

"I love my brothers and Leo, despite all I've said and they love me. I admire Leo's courage, his loyalty, his dedication and the love he has for us and I'd risk my life for them all. I picked them, because they love me, they don't hurt me and they're my family. They're everythin' ta me. Everythin'."

"I am supposed to be everything to you!" Slash roared jealously. "I used to be, but then you chose them."

"Ya changed…"

"Your fault. The mutagen."

"Fair enough. It was my fault it got spilled on ya, but ya changed, Spike…"

"SLASH! That's my name now!"

"Ya changed, growin' aggressive, vindictive, hostile, disloyal, obsessive, a monster, a nightmare ta be 'round! Why would I wanna be 'round that, huh?"

"I think you avoided me, because I remind you of yourself. All the traits you mentioned are you, Raphie. You know it and I know it," Slash said, pinching Raphael's tail and making him squeal. "And you still chose your brothers even though you have shit in common with them. You're a monster, Raphie. Just like I am. A misunderstood monster, but now you have me, who knows you. Really knows you. Inside and out." Slash chuckled. "I am you and I know exactly what you deserve. Me. And you know it too. You know you deserve me and all I can offer. You don't want your brothers or the rat. They bore you senseless. I provide you with sex, excitement and I wake the beast in you. When we fuck, you show what's hidden. Your true nature. Your primal instincts. The real you." Slash cupped his cheek and added, "You're lucky that I love you. Some people never find their soul mates, but you have, Raphie. Me."

"This ain't love. It's rape and ya don't do that ta someone ya love. Yer obsessed and a tyrant, Slash. I thought we were friends. How wrong I was. I should have known better that ya were never really sorry and were just bidin' yer time ta kidnap me. And I'm nothin' like ya. Nothin'. I never will be. I would never wanna be a fucked up dipshit, like ya!"

"But it'll grow into love, Raphie. You'll see. It already is. I see it in your eyes when we're fucking. You love me and you're happy. You're just in denial, kid."

"I could never love ya someone like ya. Yer twisted and a coward, who uses force ta make people submit ta ya. A real man doesn't do that. Ya can fuck me all ya want, but ya can't make me love ya."

Slash's face contorted in rage, he pulled out, shoved Raphael down onto the mattress, lined his dick up, parted his legs and thrust his rod into him, ignoring Raphael's pleas for him to stop.

As Slash pounded away, his eyes glazed over, his body on top of Raphael's, pinning him down, his hot breath tickling Raphael's neck, his scent heavy, Raphael squeezed his eyes shut, prayed for it to be over fast and mentally replayed the time Slash had begged for another chance.

FLASHBACK SIX MONTHS EARLIER. May 6

Raphael and his brothers were out on patrol when they saw Slash approach them. They were immediately alert and pulled out their weapons, ready to fight. Slash held up his hands and said, "I come in peace. Relax."

"And why should we believe you?" Leo demanded, edging protectively closer to Raphael, showing Slash if he tried anything, Leo was ready for it and he'd defend his brother to the death.

"Because I'm sincere," Slash said and smiled. "I know I was a jerk, but I've changed my ways. I miss my Master and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused. I want to come home and be a family again. I miss you all too. So much. I regret what I've done. Master, you have to believe me. I mean it. I really do. Please." Slash looked earnestly into Raphael's green eyes and said, as he knelt down, I love you, Master. Please forgive me. All of you, please forgive me. I am a wretched creature and I implore your forgiveness. One last chance, please."

Raphael listened, his expression impassive, but his emotions were churning inside. Relief that Slash was okay, love, distrust, suppressed anger. Slash sounded sincere, but he had been before and had horribly betrayed them by revealing a place they sometimes used as hideout to the Shredder, resulting in their capture and them being brutally tortured. Slash had expressed remorse and had saved them, but it had taken months for Raphael to get to a point where he could forgive his former pet, let alone see him without wanting to rip him to shreds. He hadn't been able to see him. He was at a loss as to what to do now. He still loved Slash-he always would, but he didn't know if he could trust him. His family had nearly died, because of him and here he was asking for another chance.

His brothers glanced at him, waiting for him to say something.

"How do I know ya won't betray us again?" Raphael asked.

"Because I've learned my lesson, Master," Slash said and kissed Raphael's feet. "I'm sorry for all the heartache and…"

"Ew!" Mikey said, wrinkling his beak in disgust. "He's kissing Raph's feet and Raph hasn't showered in days! That's so gross! Raph probably has toe jam!"

"Shut up, Mikey!" Raphael snapped. "We've heard it before, Slash. Same old story. Ya will just sell us down the tube again. Ya know we still have nightmares 'bout our capture? Mikey has trouble with an arm of his and Leo….My bro fuckin' cries at night, because we nearly died and he couldn't protect us. He thinks I don't hear him, but I do! And it's all because of ya and yer obsession ta make me only spend time with ya! Ya can't handle the fact that I got brothers and a family. Ya want all my attention. Anyone would think yer in love with me!"

"I understand your hesitation, Master," Slash said and kissed Raphael's feet away.

Raphael moved away and said, "Don't do that."

"I don't like you that way, Master. It's true I love you, but as a brother only and I am willing to share you. I understand you have brothers, who need you too and I'm sorry. I really am. Please consider my apology. Please. Please, Master. Your slave is…"

"Yer not my slave, Slash and are yer own person and…"

Slash started to cry, tears streaming down his cheeks, and said, "Please, Master. You and your family are all I've ever known and I'm lost without you. Please forgive me. Please. Please."

Raphael watched him and despite his misgivings, he cracked. Tears always worked on him, because he was a real softy beneath his gruff exterior and his family and Slash knew it.

"Stop sobbin'. I'll consider it. Get up."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Slash said, throwing himself at his feet again. "I'm grateful. So grateful."

Raphael's brothers rolled their eyes, doubt showing on their faces.

"If I forgive ya and give ya another chance," Raphael said, placing his weapons back into his obi and helping Slash to his feet. "It's the last one. I will not have my brothers' lives endangered and ya bein' so obsessive over me. I love them and ya have ta accept that. I love ya too, but they're my family and come first. Ya understand? And ya gotta be nice ta them. And I'm gonna talk it over with my family. They gotta agree too."

"I will. I will be nice. I can be really nice," Slash sniffed

"And if in the unlikely event I find a girl, ya have ta accept that too, Slash, and be nice ta her. And ya won't have ta feel threatened, because I got enough love for everyone."

"I can do that, Master."

"And stop callin' me that. It's degradin' ta ya. Ya ain't inferior. Yer my equal, so call me Raph or Raphael."

"How will I know if you forgive me..Ma…Uh, Raphael?"

"I'll call ya. I got yer number. Later, Slash. Be good," Raphael said and added, "Come on, bros. Time ta go home."

A week later, Raphael called Slash and said that the family had been in agreement about him having another chance. Slash had gone to the lair the next day, had been pleasant to his brothers and Raphael had thought maybe it would be different that time.

The following months were good. He'd grown to trust Slash again, even going out with him alone. Slash had stopped his obsessive ways and Raphael loved spending time with him, even confiding that he was thinking of leaving New York the following year with Leo to go to Japan for training with the Ancient one. Slash had been supportive of it and Raphael had no reason to feel that it, the kindness and pleasantness was just a charade and that deep down, Slash's obsessiveness love for him was just as deep as it had been before and that he was planning on making Raphael his and for him to never leave the country.

Leo still doubted Slash's intentions and raised it once, but Raphael shot him down and said, "Leo, he's changed and won't blow this chance."

"I was never in agreement. He only got a chance, because of a two thirds majority. I don't like this, Raph. I think he's still obsessed with you and he will betray us again."

"Like what? He gonna rape me or somethin'?" Raphael asked. "No need ta fret. I can take care of myself and he wouldn't do that. He's changed. I swear he has, bro."

Leo had left after saying, "I hope you're right, Raph."

Even Leo's doubts had vanished after a while, with Slash still maintaining his sweet as pie personality.

BACK IN THE PRESENT NOVEMBER 23

I was a fuckin' fool, Raphael thought, as tears ran down his cheeks, Slash still pounding away. How could I have believed him? It was all a sham and he was probably plottin' for months ta kidnap me when I was alone and had dreams of me bein' his slut. I feel sick, dirty, used and abused and I'm conflicted. My body keeps tellin' me this is right, but my mind keeps sayin' otherwise. What the fuck am I? Straight or gay?

Raphael's thoughts were interrupted by Slash suddenly sinking his teeth into Raphael's neck, making him whine, his cock straining again the cockring, hard, leaking, wanting to cum, frustrated that he was not able.

Slash raised his head, paused thrusting and said, "You're mine, Raphie. All mine and you'll never meet a girl. No trip to Japan either. You'll live as my bitch forever here and you'll regret all that shit you said earlier too. You will love and adore me. Your master. You will accept your place and will no longer care about reason, logic and thought. I never wanted you for your intelligence anyway or for conversation. I wanted your sweet ass and now I have it I'm never going to let you ago."

"I shoulda never have trusted ya," Raphael said miserably.

"Yep, but you did. Good old, trusting, Raphie. Tears always work, don't they, sweetie pie, because you're a sucker for them and I know how to press your buttons?"

Before Raphael could comment, Slash resumed his thrusting, slamming into Raphael repeatedly, as he bit and licked him everywhere, marking him and leaving angry, red marks that Raphael would see. Marks that he knew meant he was claimed and dominated. Slash's mate. His bitch.

As he was brutally fucked, Raphael reluctantly churred, instinct now taking over, his cock still leaking, and thought, I was a damn fool, but when I feel a bit stronger and when the asshole gets offa me and goes ta sleep, I'm gonna try and get away. Crawl ta the door and get out. Maybe someone will see me and help me. I'm gonna try. I wanna see my bros and that's the only way I can. I gotta also fight. I ain't a submissive bitch. I know I ain't and I ain't a monster, am I? I'm strong, loyal, a fighter and I will escape. I am a warrior and brave and I'm straight, right?

A/N Thanks for the reviews. Means so much.

What else has Slash in mind for Raph?