Raph just held Donnie for a while, both seeming too afraid to break the deafening silence of the prison cell. There was so much to say and yet there didn’t seem to be any words to express how worried they were for each other and how much they had missed each other during this nightmare situation.

“How’s Mikey…” Raph was the first to break the silence with a soft nervous question.
Donnie tensed up at the question, feeling bitter that Mikey put them in this situation, yet Raph still cared so much for his ex. “He’s fine Raph.”

Some of Donnies bitterness must of shown through his voice since Raph suddenly held him tighter.
Soon the emerald warrior’s hands started to wander over each bruise and new scar that he could see on his partners olive skin, gently feeling the now permanent signs of abuse that should never had happened. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Donnie sighed, finding it hard to stay bitter with Raph after not seeing him for so long. Nuzzling Raph affectionately, he sat in his lap, starting to relax for the first time as he took in his lovers scent and feel. When calloused hands started to stroke the marks on his thigh his body reacted automatically to the touch.   After all the time he’d been with Leo his body had been conditioned and learnt that those kinds of touches led to sex, and since he’d started to submit, sexual pleasure. His slit bulged and he let out a quiet churr before he could stop himself.
“I’ve missed you too.” He teased, bringing his hands closer to the swelling arousal. He couldn’t blame his mate for his reaction though, they hadn’t known if they would ever see each other again and now they were locked up in an empty room alone together. Raph would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of bringing his mate closer and physically showing him how much he missed and loved him.
“I.I can’t help it… Leo… has conditioned me to…”
A cold wave of jealousy hit Raph and he pulled his hands back as if he had touched hot coal, not wanting to remind Donnie of his probably daily abuse. His heart ached to know that his sweet mate was being used sexually. Leonardo had taken Donnie’s first time… just like he’d taken Raphs “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s ok… I want you to.” The olive turtle moved a dark green hand back over his bulging crotch and let out a little gasp from the contact.
“Don…   ” Raph was unsure but didn’t pull his hand away.
“Please… I want you to touch me like you usually do.” He just needed to feel loved. With Leo there was only Rape, which had now turned into sex. What he did with Raph was making love; it was about each other and not themselves and that was what made it so special. “Please…”
Slowly, Raph started to stroke and touch Donatello, drinking in the sounds of his deliciously soft churrs and moans as strong but gentle hands coaxed him into dropping down into the cool air.
“I love you Donatello” He breathed, softly kissing around light bruises and teeth marks on his lovers neck that he was trying to avoid thinking about. “No matter what happens.”

Donnie’s tears streamed harder and he turned to kiss the emerald warrior passionately, trying to pour all his emotions and love into that one display of affection, and Raph returned it with just as much fire.

They never broke the kiss as Raph brought Donnie closer to his peak. He didn’t care for his own growing arousal, unlike Donnie ‘sex’ for him had been ruined by his treatment here. 

As the number one enemy of the clan and a prisoner of war, anyone could gain revenge against him for slain family members and ruined lives he’d caused in the name of war. Getting abused daily, both physically and sexually by enraged Kame who were out for his blood. The only rules were that he was to be kept alive and anyone who caused serious injuries would be punished.

For this visit he’d been cleaned better than usual, though that wasn’t saying much since usually they just throw ice cold buckets of water over him in between sessions. This morning they had done that but also worked to clean off the worst of the grime and bodily fluids.

Donnie regretfully had to break the kiss as he got closer and closer to his release, trying to ignore the fact that the chains connected to Raphs wrists kept rubbing against his thigh whenever his hand came down to the base of his erection. 

Panting heavily the olive slave was brought right the the height of his passion and over with a cry of his lovers name leaving his lips with a long churr.

Raph smiled as he continued to pleasure his lover until he was sure that he was finished, then went on the clean him as much as he could before tucking him back into his hidden pocket. 

“Thank you.” Donnie was panting slightly as he turned around and cuddled up tightly to the emerald warrior. He missed him so much, and it hurt that he knew once the hour was up then he wouldn’t know when he could see him again.

“You're coping.” Raph muttered quietly and rocked his olive brother while trying to comfort him. Gently he shifted the coloured fabric around Donnie wrists so he could see the rope burns underneath, which were half healed. “Did you stop fighting?” There wasn’t any anger or accusation in his voice, just softened curiosity.

The newly made pleasure slave wished that the warrior hated him, it would be easier if he did. Raph was so understanding with just that simple question that Donnie could feel silent tears return to his eyes. 

Donnie had given up to Leonardo. And seeing Raph made him hate himself more because his lover was far too strong to ever surrender. 

“I’m glad.” Raph suddenly announced. “If you’ve given in then he can’t punish you… Just. Don’t forget that you deserve better.”