Two hours after he'd left the other, Leonardo returned to his room.

Donnie had just about finished scrubbing the floor. He was working on a stubborn patch that looked a little like it was probably a blood stain.

Leo looked around, then turned his dark eyes to Don. "This is painfully inadequate. Do it again."

Don tensed, pulling his lips into a tight line but he didn't argue. He nodded his head sharply to signal he understood.

"Should have known I'd have to be here and supervise you." Leo's eyes narrowed. "You can't even scrub a floor."

"I know how to clean a floor." He managed to keep his voice fairly steady, despite his anger and hatred towards Leo. "Cleaning is an important skill when you live in a sewer, to avoid sickness and infection."

"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Leo asked, taking a step closer towards the other.

"I'm saying that I know what I'm doing." He corrected, not noticing the other moving towards him as he continued to scrub at the stain on the floor.

"Then why is this floor so poorly cleaned?" Leo stood next to him now, glaring down at him.

"Maybe I'd work better if I had some proof that my brother was safe." His voice was low and angry. He knew he was doing a good job and usually he'd just ignore the others words. But he was only putting up with it for Mikey's sake and he had no Idea what condition his brother was in, or if they'd even kept their word and gotten him medical attention for what Raph had done to him.

His eyes narrowed further before he suddenly gave Don a kick across the face.

Don gasped rolling with the kick to try and stop it making as much of an impact.

"You dare speak to me with such disrespect?! I decide when or even if you ever get to see your brother again." He growled.

"Your brute of a brother almost killed him!" Don snapped back.

This time he actually reached down and grabbed Don's arm, yanking him upwards and giving him a sharp slap.

Don tried to struggle out of Leo's grip on his arm, his head snapping to the side from the force of the slap with a small involuntary whimper.

Leo used his free hand to cup Don's face, making him look at him again. "Didn't I explain your situation this morning? Or are you not just incompetent but deaf as well? You will not speak about my brother in such a manner."

"I'm willingly keeping myself here under the assumption that my brother is safe." He reminded. "The least I deserve is to know is if your Master's honoured that agreement."

His grip on Don's arm tightened. "You dare question my master's honour?"

Don inhaled sharply, trying to struggle out of Leo's hold. "You didn't honour the agreement before."

"I never promised to set your brother free, that was just your assumption. A true ninja knows how to take advantage of people's gullibility."

Don was silent for a few seconds as he tried to recall the exact words from the day before, cursing himself when he realised that Leo was right. The other had only suggested that he’d let Mikey go, not gave his word.

“You may not have given your word. But your master made the agreement I accepted. My service for my brothers life. I just want to know he‘s kept his side of the agreement.”

Leo studied him before speaking. "Tomorrow. I will allow you to see your brother tomorrow. But because of your impatience and ignorance you will not be allowed to talk with him."

“Thank you.” He sighed, stopping struggling against the other. He would have liked to have been able to talk to Mikey, but as long as he was safe then he wouldn’t push Leo about it.

The other pushed him away. "Now get back to work."

Don stumbled back slightly as he was pushed, nodding his head before kneeling back down to retrieve the scrubbing brush.

This time Leo didn't leave, just took off most of his gear and his mask and setting them aside before getting into a meditative position on one of his mats, closing his eyes.

Donnie watched him as he continued scrubbing the floor. He’d not known what to expect when the other had removed his gear and mask, meditation was such a calming peaceful thing to do that Don was surprised the other practised it.

Occasionally, Leo would open his eyes to make sure Don was cleaning properly. He didn't speak to him, and his expression didn't give away any of his feelings.

Don didn't look up as he continued to scrub the floor he'd already cleaned, his eyes lowered in thought as he remembered the sight of Mikey's beaten and bleeding body being carried away. He tried to keep his features blank not wanting to give away what he was thinking about. 

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 Donatello was allowed to have a look at Michelangelo, Leo opening the cell hatch and showing the sleeping turtle to him, but true to his word he was not granted permission to speak with him.

A week passed, where Leonardo put Don to hard work, mostly doing chores like cleaning and washing and maintenance of weapons, etc.

One day he tested the other's combat skills, deeming him decent enough to a point where he considering training him into a proper Foot soldier. But he kept those thoughts to himself. Just like a lot of other thoughts that crossed his mind when he observed the other.

Donatello stretched as he woke up from his position on the floor. Since he’d gotten to see Mikey he’d been able to sleep a little better, Mikey was alive and okay, but beyond that he had no Idea what was happening with his little brother.

He sat up and leant back against the wall, closing his eyes to meditate until Leonardo gave him his orders for the day. He didn’t get dressed yet, after sixteen years of wearing little to no gear the clothes felt uncomfortable and restricting. So he sat there, naked, meditating as he awaited his orders.

It didn't take long for that to happen. He assigned Don his morning chores and then allowed him breakfast before giving him more chores. Then in the afternoon when he couldn't find a sparring partner, he ordered Don to join him in Raph and his private dojo.

Don kept his head down and avoided looking at any of the foot soldiers he passed on his way to the dojo. In all honesty he’d enjoyed the only other time he’d been taken there, last time Leonardo had wanted to test his combat skills. Even though Donnie had obviously lost during their spar, he enjoyed the freedom he had to fight, for a moment he could completely forget his situation and focus on his actions.

Once inside, Leo ordered Don to take off his kimono and stretch before he did the latter himself.

Don nodded, grateful that he wasn’t expected to fight in the restricting fabric. He ran though a basics stretch routine, making sure all of his muscles were warmed up before they started. He’d been used to training with his father and brother daily, having only sparred once since being taken by the foot had made his muscles tighten slightly, needing slightly more stretching then usual to loosen them up.

When Leo was Don he told the other to get in position, he himself taking his place on the matt.

Don bowed respectfully out of habit before getting into a defensive stance opposite Leo, still rolling his shoulders slightly as he felt the muscles loosening up. He studied Leo intently, hoping to get an idea of what his first move would be.

Leo circled him slowly, before suddenly lashing out, aiming a punch to the other's face.

Don’s stayed facing forward, keeping Leo in his peripheral vision until he made his move. Don easily dodged the fist using the side of his arm to knock Leo’s punch out of the way, using his momentum to follow through with a kick aimed at the others plastron.

He moved out of the way of the kick, then went back in to attack again.

Their sparring continued for over an hour. When they were done, Leo took a swig of water from a water bottle before offering it to Don.

Don was panting and was grateful for the offer. “Thank you.” He smiled reaching out for the water bottle.

Leo didn't answer, but watched Don as he drank.

Don drank generously from the bottle, making a little happy noise at the back of his throat as he swallowed the cool water. With a grateful sigh, he passed the water bottle back to Leo thanking him again, after all he was a slave, Leo didn’t have to offer him anything.

He took it, still remaining silent, placing it aside and ordering Don to put on his kimono and follow him.

Don did as he was asked, getting dressed and following Leo.

Leo went back to his room, taking out a new kimono and a towel and throwing them to Don. "The shower is in there." He pointed at the door. "Clean yourself up and change clothes. When I get back, I expect you to be sitting on your knees on the bed. Understand?"

Don nodded, catching the clothes and towel but sending an uneasy look at the bed. He slept on the floor, Leo had made it very clear that he wasn’t to go on the bed, so why the sudden change of mind?

Donnie quickly started the shower, standing under the spray and enjoying the feeling as he started to clean himself, it was the first shower he’d been allowed all week and he was making the most of it.

He didn’t take too much time, knowing the Leo would get angry if he wasn’t done by the time he got back. He quickly dried himself as he got dressed before nervously kneeling on the bed, waiting for Leo to return.

One or two hours passed before Leo returned. He closed and locked the door behind himself, walking around the room to lit the candles that he had along the walls and on his stands.

Don watched him carefully, shifting slightly on his knees, wondering what Leo was doing.

Once he was finished he took a deep breath and began to remove his gear. The last thing he removed was his mask, then he finally turned to look at Don, his eyes dark and body tense.

Don didn’t completely understand what was happening, his mind was spinning as he watched the other undress. His whole body tensed up as Leo turned to look at him, there was something in Leo’s eyes that sent alarm bells ringing in Donnie head, but he remained frozen on the bed.

Leo switched off the light, making the candle flames the only source of light in the room. He moved over to the bed, watching Donatello a moment before speaking: "Undress."

Don hesitated, hands shaking slightly as he started to remove his kimono. In the candle light Leo’s face was flickering with shadows making his look even more threatening, and Don was starting to get an idea about what the other might have installed.

“Wh..What are you going to do?” He swallowed nervously hoping he was wrong in his assumptions.

"Nothing I'm not entitled to. Now stay quiet." Once Don had taken off the garment he took it and dropped it onto the floor, taking in Don's naked form with hungry eyes.

Leo had seen Don naked plenty of times but he’d never had that look in his eye before, Don couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped him.

Don squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breathes to try and calm himself down. His whole body was shaking and his tail tucked up tighter, instinctively trying to cover and protect himself.

Leo's expression didn't change. He reached out, brushing his finger along Don's cheek gently.

Don whimpered loudly, flinching at the gentle touch and keeping his eyes squeezed shut, his hands fisting into the bed sheet to stop himself from moving.

Two hands were placed on either side of Don's face, lifting his head up slightly. "What are you so afraid of?"

Don pushed himself away as far as he could until his shell was pressed tightly against the wall. “Please. P..Please don’t.” He wasn’t even trying to hide his fear anymore, his eyes wide and arms curling around himself.

Leo got on the bed, his eyes narrowed as he moved closer towards the other. "I thought I told you to be still."

"Please." His shell was making quiet clicking noises as he shook, pressing tightly against the wall. Somehow it was worse because Leo wasn't being forceful. If he was vicious it'd be over quick, but the way he way moving closer made Don hyper aware of every movement, body tensed in fear. Being beaten and humiliated was one thing, but this was so much worse, he could feel tears building up in his eyes.

Instead of answering, Leo reached out his hands, grabbing Don by the sides of his shell and pulling him closer.

Don was whimpering loudly, trying to push back away from Leo, grabbing his arms to try and stop him. But his mind was spinning too much to effectively get out of the others grip.

"Quiet down." Leo growled, pulling him into his lap and wrapping his arms around his shell, burying his beak in Don's neck, breathing in his scent.

But Leo didn't respond, just started to nip gently along Don's neck with his lips.

Don gasped as Leo hit a sensitive spot on his neck, shivering and drawing deep shaking breathes.

His hand moved along Don's carapace, reaching his hand to stroke the back of his head. He gave into temptation, scraping his teeth against the delicate olive-tinted skin.

The hand on his shell made him flinch forward in surprise, inadvertently pressing his plastron against Leo‘s briefly. He tilted his head slightly trying to give Leo less room to play across his neck, his eyes squeezed shut trying to ignore the fact that Leo‘s actions were starting to feel good.

He stopped, pressing Don closer against his body as he began to breathe deeply.

Don could smell Leo's scent changing to something that made him whimper, shaking in Leo's arms as he turned his head away from him.

"I went to see your brother today." Leo spoke, continuing to run his hands along Don's carapace.

Donnie's head snapped to look at him, his eyes wide, making a connection between what Leo was doing and the mention of Mikey. He made a distressed noise in the back of his throat, thinking that Leo had touched his brother like he was touching him. "Is..how is he?"

"He seemed worried about you. He wanted to see you." Leonardo moved suddenly, keeping his arms around Don but now he sat behind him instead, touching up and down his plastron while his beak nuzzled into the side of his head.

"Can we see each other?" His voice caught slightly as the hand on his plastron touched his sensitive plates. "He hasn't seen me yet. H..he doesn't know..." His voice trailed off into a quite whimper, but it sounded different from before.

Leo was silent a moment, touching Don thoughtfully. "Maybe."

“Please,” He breathed deeply, tilting his head slightly to the side so Leo had more room to nuzzle his neck. He felt disgusted at himself, but he could feel his body reacting to the stimulating touches. If he stopped fighting as much then maybe Leo would be more agreeable. “Master.” He added, remembering that Leo preferred him to call him master.

His hands moved downwards to stroke on Don's lower plastron more firmly, finding his slit and brushin his fingers against it. "You'll get five minutes tomorrow." He murmured against Don's skin.

Don managed to nod his head, his body reacting of it’s own accord and pushing into Leo’s hand slightly. He tried to hold it back, but he couldn't help the soft churr as he felt himself harden inside his shell. He didn’t want this, but his traitorous body couldn’t deny that it was starting to felt really good.

Leo let his free hand move to Don's thigh, continuing to probe and caress his slit.

Don whimpered again, but it clearly wasn’t out of fear. He gasped slightly as he felt his lower plastron start to bulge outwards, his hands suddenly gripped Leo’s legs tightly.

"Relax..." Leo cooed, his hand moving from Don's thigh to his tail, finding it and rubbing it between his fingertips.

He shook his head even as he let out a low moan. The hand on his tail sent sparks of pleasure straight to his crotch as it started to stiffen from the stimulating touches. It was getting harder to keep inside his shell with the fingers brushing against his slit. His eyes stayed shut tight as he willed himself not to drop down, he didn’t want this.

"Don't fight me, Donatello. You are only delaying the inevitable." His strokes became more rough.

With a strangled cry he felt to tip of his member peak out of his plastron, panting heavily, Donnie’s back arched slightly into Leo’s touch, gasping and churring as Leo’s fingers brushed over the tip of his penis. He let out another whimper, ‘I don‘t want this’ becoming a mantra in his head as he repeated the words to himself, trying to focus on them instead of the stimulating touches.

Leo began to nibble at Don's neck again, one of his hands fully focused on making Don slide out into the open while the other was still rubbing the tail.

Donnie’s eyes started filling with tears again as more and more of himself slid into Leo’s hand, his tail was twitching and he squirmed against Leo. The feeling of Leo against his neck had him tilting his head automatically to give him as much room as he wanted.

Finally he was able to wrap his fingers around Don's erection, jerking him off slowly.

Don cried out, his head leaning backwards into Leo‘s neck as his churring got louder with the slow feeling of someone else’s hand around him. He’d touched himself before but this was so much better, and yet worse because it was unwanted. His hands dug deeper into Leo’s legs, trying to keep his hips still when they suddenly wanted to push forward.

This continued for a while, but then Leo suddenly stopped and moved away from Don, getting of the bed as well. His dark eyes remained on the olive-tinted turtle's body.

Don’s tears slipped down his cheeks as he let out an undignified whine at the lost of contact, his hips pushing up slightly as it sort some sort of friction. He started whimpering again, realising how much control Leo had had over his body, and how much his body wanted those touches back even though his mind was relieved they were gone.

He sobbed quietly to himself, not daring to look at Leonardo for fear of what he’d see in his dark eyes.

"Lay down, on your back." Leo ordered.

Donnie's body shook but he moved to obey Leo, his mind unable to think clearly enough to think about disobeying.

Leo watched him, a dark twinkle in his eyes. "Touch yourself."

"What?" Don was panting heavily, his eyes were wide, sure he'd heard wrong.

"I said, touch yourself." He spoke a bit louder.

Don started whimpering, his hips jerking up slightly but he didn't move his hands froom where they were gripping the sheets. His face flushed and turning even more red at the others words.

"Are you being disobedient, Donatello?" Leo narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps I shouldn't allow you to see your brother tomorrow."

Donnie continued to sob quietly, but lifted one of his hands to wrap around his member with a loud gasp as his hips bucked forward.

"That's better. Now go on."

A reluctant churr rose out of Don as he started to slowly stroke himself, light moans breaking through his sobs. He kept his eyes to the ceiling, pretending that this wasn't happening, it was easier if he didn't have to see or hear Leo.

Leo continued to watch the other, his eyes clouded with lust. Yet he didn't try to reach out or touch the other anymore. He just watched.

Don's hand started to get faster, crying out as his hips started thrusting into his hand. His body was shaking with his sobs and his eyes squeezed tightly.

Leo's hands suddenly placed themselves on Don's hips to make him stop shiver so. He ran gentle circles on his skin.

Donnie whimpered loudly. He didn't want leo to touch him, if Leo didn't touch him he could pretend this wasn't real.

But Leo didn't remove his hands, just leaned down to kiss along Don's cheek and neck.

Leo kissing along his neck and rubbing circles into his skin had him gasping and churring loudly. His hand moved faster crying out loudly as hips tried to thrust up again, he could feel himself slipping closer to the edge and just wanted to finish and get this nightmare over with.

Leo drew back slightly to watch Don's expression.

Don bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his eyes squeezing shut even tighter as tears ran down his cheek. His hand blurred over his cock, his back arching into his own touch and churring loudly. He screamed out as he felt his release, only slightly muffled from where he was biting his lip.

When he saw how close Don was to coming, he moved away, just in time to avoid any of the splatter. He took in the sight of the other, observing him in his afterglow.

Donnie was gasping for breath and still churring lightly, his eyes still shut but relaxed more than before. His hand was still stroking himself slightly as he milked his member. For a moment before he managed to string his thoughts back together he was able to pretend that Leo wasn't there and that he'd wanted to do this.

After a moment, he get off the bed, fetching a towel from his closet and giving it to Don. "Next time, don't hesitate."

Leo's words quickly snapped Don out of his afterglow. Wiping himself down before curling up as much as he could manage, his body shaking as he cried but he was now crying silently, unable to stop. He let out a quiet whimper at Leo's words, he'd had vaguely hoped that this was a one time thing.

Leo let him be for a while, but soon he placed a hand on his arm. "Get up. You're still sleeping on the floor."

Don flinched away from Leo's touch, his head snapping up with wide eyes thinking that Leo was going to start touching him again. As soon as he registered the others words he nodded and hurried to get away from the bed, grabbing his kimono as he sat down as far away from the bed as possible and got dressed, curling back up on the floor with his shell to Leo.

Leo walked around for a while, seemingly changing the sheets and blowing out the candles. In the darkness, something soft landed on top of Don's head. It was a pillow.

Don yelped, not knowing what was being dropped on him. He squirmed slightly, until he could grab it. As soon as he noticed that it was a pillow he looked up at Leo with a confused expression on his face.

But Leo had already turned away and was walking back to his bed.

Donatello didn't question Leo. He pulled the pillow down to rest against, wrapping his arms around it like a child with a teddy bear needing comfort.