Raphael was stood in the door to the infirmary, looking curious but irritated. It had taken over a week for Michelangelo’s shoulder to heal enough for him to leave the infirmary, and Leo’s admission to being sexual with Donatello was annoying him.

Leo had the one that was willing to do anything as long as his brother was safe, and now he had even started being sexual with him.

Raph was left in charge of keeping this one alive as well as putting his new slave to work. Though why the hell he’d been trusted with that he’ll never know. His master had said it himself that he had no control.

He twirled his sai impatiently as Michelangelo was being prepared to leave.

It was kind of dumb of Mikey to feel naked - but he did. Without his gear and mask it was like everyone could see right through him. He lifted his hands - which were cuffed - to scratch at his bandages. A Foot ninja pushed at him to get out of the infirmary to where Raph was waiting. "Hey, watch it!" He snapped, but the ninja ignored him.

Raph eyed the other turtle carefully, looking up and down his naked body before tucking his sai back into him belt. He accepted two metal bands from one of the other ninjas, snapping the smaller band onto his wrist.

“C’mon.” He grunted irritably, reaching forward to grab the others cuffs and dragging him forward, snapping the larger band around his neck before pulling him out of the infirmary. He’d been on the way to the dojo when he’d been ordered to go collect Michelangelo, and he fully intended to go ahead with his practice.

"Wha-" Mikey gulped when the band was snapped around his neck. He tugged back, trying to reach up and touch his neck. "What'd you put on me?"

“Something to keep you in line.” He growled. His grip on the cuffs tightened, he pulled on them harshly as the other tried to tug back, using them to drag Mikey along the corridor.

"That doesn't really explain what it is." Mike pointed out, being dragged along by the other.

"Shock collar." Raph bit back irritably, holding up his wrist to show him the control band around his wrist. "So don't push me this time."

Over the past week while Mikey was in the infirmary, Raph had seen him twice. Both times he’d stolen touches, usually under the pretence of checking his injuries, and let his eyes wonder all over the smaller turtle. But he’d hadn’t touched too intimately him or done anything inappropriate…Unlike his Brother apparently.

"Shock collar?!" Mikey yelped. "What for?" 

He hadn't thought too much about Raph touching him, the thought that he wanted him in a sexual way hadn't even crossed his mind - too absurd. Mikey just thought he was a creepy, sadistic nutcase.

"So you don't get any wise Ideas."

Raph glanced at his room as they passed. He should probably get Mikey a pain Kimono to wear, but he was more interested in practising in the dojo right now then going out of his way for his slave. Besides, he felt a little shame at admitting it to himself, but he quite liked Mikey being Naked around him.

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" He whined, but he was looking around for any signs of Don or a means of escape. "Where's Don?"

Raph tensed at the mention of Donatello, but didn't falter in his step as he rounded the cornor to the Dojo. "Pobably cleaning my brothers bedding." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

Mikey blinked. "Uh, can I see him sometime maybe?" He tried out a sheepish grin.

Raph didn’t answer him. He opened the dojo door and shoved Mikey inside as he turned to lock the door.

The younger turtle stumbled forwards a bit, then looked around the dojo with big eyes.

“Sit Down and stay quiet.” Raph ordered, pushing down of Mikey‘s good shoulder until he had no choice but to fall to the floor. Striding into the middle of the mats and pulling out his twin sai. He’d normally go get Leo to spar with him, but he was still annoyed at him. He barely stretched before he launched into a fast paced Kata, sais blurring as he practised the potentially fatal moves.

Michelangelo sat on the floor, watching Raph while poking at his bandages. After a while, he spoke up: "You know, you're supposed to focus on form and not beating the air."

“Yeah? What do you know.” Raph snapped, finishing one of the moves and glaring over at Mikey, panting slightly.

"More than you, apparently." Mikey muttered.

Raph growled, his hands tightening against the handles of his weapons. “Then how come we managed to beat you guy‘s on the roof?”

Mikey tried to cross his arms but the cuffs wouldn't allow it. "Cause you Foot creep always cheat."

“We didn‘t cheat, kid. You just lost.”

"If you hadn't put a sai to my throat then Donnie would've beaten your brother into the ground. And we're the same age!"

"Your Bro had already lost. And if ya was any good I wouln'd have been able to get my sai to ya throat." There was a certain smugness to Raph's voice as he started another Kata, going slower this time as he concentrated on the moves. "Stop acting like a brat then."

"Oh yeah?" Mikey huffed. "Well, I think you should stop acting like a brat." One second later he realized that was the lamest come-back ever. "Wait, I mean... maybe you're the one who... should stop."

Raph smirked as the other fumbled about for an insult. "Wow, mature." His smirk dropped as he concentrated on a particularly hard move, speeding up slighly to get the right momentum.

Mikey felt heat rise to his cheeks and he glanced away, pouting.

Raph was distracted as he noticed the others blush, the childish pout was actually pretty cute. He stumbled, messing up his move, growling deep in his throat at his own thoughts

Luckily for Mikey, he noticed it, and let out a snort.

Raph's eyes narrowed at the other turtle. "You use nunchucks right?"

Mikey raised an eye ridge. "Uh, yeah."

Raph stared at him a second, looking thoughtful. "Get up."

Slowly, Mikey got up on his feet.

Raph walked over to one of the weapon racks, pulling out a pair of nunchucks before throwing them over to Mikey. Walking over to unclasp the handcuffs.

Mikey caught them, more out of reflex than anything, and he watched Raph while the larger turtle released him from the restraints.

"Show me how you do Katas." Raph ordered, stepping back slightly. He raised his wrist and tapped the control band. "And don't try anything funny."

He shot him a quick glare, but nodded, testing and stretching his muscles for a moment. The wound still hurt a bit, and he found he couldn't quite swing normally with that arm. It'd have to be a kata with more footwork than swinging chucks, then. 

He got in position, trying to ignore the stage fright that threatened to interfere with his focus. He'd show that stuck-up jerk not to mess with the Mikester. He started the kata, averting his eyes from Raphael.

Raph crossed his arms, watching intently as Michelangelo performed for him. His technique was similar to how they’d been taught, and that made him think about how their sensei had to have had a similar style to Master Saki.

He noticed that Mikey wasn’t really using his one arm so perhaps he’d hurt him more than he’d realised.

Mikey finished, then turned to Raph. "You can hold the applause - and yes, I do give out autographs to all loyal fans."

"Hmm. And You criticized my Kata?" Raph smirked. "If that's how you practice no wonder we beat you so easily."

"I'll forgive you for that cause you're clearly too stupid to recognize true talent." Mikey said, seemingly untouched by Raph's insult.

"I can See why Master Shredder didn't see you guy's as a threat." 

"You barley used the Nunchucks." He commented. Raph's eyes once again swept up and down the others naked body, landing on the bandages across his shoulder.

Mikey's hand automatically reached up to touch his wounded shoulder. "Maybe I didn't want to."

Raph raised an eye ridge but didn't say anything about it. Apparently Mikey had to much pride to admit that his shoulder was too bad. "Then you'd be willing to prove you point in a spar." He pulled his sai out of his belt, but hesitated, he had to be careful not to kill him but that didn't mean he couldn't rough him up a bit.

The younger turtle took a step back. "Uh, actually, I believe violence doesn't really solve anything, you know?"

"You challenged our honour when you accused us of cheating." He claimed, twirling his sai with a dangerous smirk. "I gotta prove you wrong."

"Can't we settle this another way?" Mikey asked, raising his weapons in defence. "Like, table tennis or something?"

Raph scoffed, taking a few more steps closer to Mikey, spinning his sai so that the blades rested against his arm. "Forget it. I'm down a sparring partner anyway, since my brother is probably busy with yours."

The remark went completely over Mikey's head as he continued to back away.

"If you ain't gonna fight back then this'll be less of a spar, and more me just beating the shit out of you." Raph pointed out, stepping into an offensive stance, making a point that he wasn't going to back out from his decision.

"If you can hit me." Mikey teased back, circling around the other instead of just backing away now.

Raph ginned seeing that he'd finally got Mikey's attention, but he wanted to make sure that other was going to make this an interesting spar, so he decided to give him a little encouragement. "Tell you what. If you manage to beat me, I'll have a word with Leo about letting you see your bro."

Mikey paused. "Really? Promise?"

"Don't get excited, ya still gotta beat me first." Raph smirked, suddenly lashing out at Mikey, impatient to start the fight already.

The other dodged him with ease, coming up on his side and giving him a gentle slap with one of his chucks on the back of Raph's shell.

The fight continued for a while, both getting hit’s on the other but neither of them getting the advantage need to ‘win’ the match.

Raph was enjoying the spar, giving the smaller turtle something to fight for made Mikey even more determined to win and he was actually posing a challenge for him. Both of them were using their strengths to try and win, Raph’s power and Mikey’s speed almost cancelling each other out.

Both of them were locked in close range of each other, Raph had hold of one of Mikey’s arms pushing it away. Before Mikey could do anything about it, Raph leaned forward and licked up the side of his neck, his other hand ran down the centre line of Mikey’s plastron, remembering how effective that had been back in the infirmary. As he ran his hand down the line he ‘Accidentally’ brushes against the others slit.

Mikey's whole body shook, almost making him drop the nunchaku he was so surprised by the intimate touch. For a moment, it completely paralysed him.

Raph grinned triumphantly, using the fact that Mikey was distracted to pin him to the floor. He didn’t realise it as he was doing it, but the way he was pinning Mikey made him bite back a churr as he saw the position he was in. 

He was straddling Mikey’s legs to stop him from kicking out, and he’d grabbed both of Mikey’s wrists to pin them above his head. He moved both of Mikey’s wrists in one hand as the other continued to stroke down his plastron.

The other stared up at him with wide eyes, his breathing hitching from the touches, body squirming to get loose. "Uh," He started, swallowing before breaking into an awkward smile. "Y-you got me, you can get off now."

Raph continued to move his hand up and down the others plastron, now making sure that he brushed across the others slit as he did so.

“Hmmm?” He genuinely didn’t hear Mikey’s question, too caught up in what he was doing to him.

"Get off." Mikey said, struggling a bit harder. Every time Raph reached his slit he shivered, a pleasant tingle coursing through his body.

"Shut up." Raph growled, pulling his pinned wrists up higher. He moved his hand so that he was just rubbing against the others plastron, pressing more firmly against then before.

Alright, this was getting really weird. "Wh-what are you doing?" Mikey whimpered, still struggling to the point where the wound on his shoulder started to ache

"You don't get a say in what I do to you." Raph's voice was no longer angry but he continued to rub Mikey's slit, slowing down and rubbing against it gently as he started thinking to himself. Usually this was the point where he'd force himself to stop and control himself, but he was still pumped with adrenalin from their spar and he kept thinking back to the churring he'd heard from his brothers room the night before. He wanted to get a first hand experience of those churrs.

Mikey tried to move away from the touch, pleasant tingles coming from his crotch and making him tremble. He turned his head to the side, heat rushing to his cheek as his mouth opened, a weak churr leaving his lips.

Raph answered the weak churr with one of his own. Enjoying having the other turtle underneath him, trembling and flushed slightly.

“Stop struggling and I can make this pleasant for you.” Raph loosened his grip on Mikey’s wrists slightly, not wanting to hurt the wound on his shoulder anymore then it was. “Either way this is happening.”

Mikey continued to tremble, his blue eyes wide and confused as they looked up at Raph. "Wh-what? You can't..." He struggled a bit. "That's gross!"

"I can do what I want with you." His eyes narrowed, stroking Mikey's slit with purpose.

Mikey closed his eyes tightly, another shaky churr escaping him. His slit had already began to bulge, despite the fear he felt. His mind drifted to Donnie, and how he wished his older brother was there to help him. "D-Donnie..." He whined, his eyes watering.
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"Donnie is probably busy with my brother." Raph growled, rubbing the bulge firmly as he felt his own plastron tighten.

The comment made him groan, a sob escaping him shortly afterwards. Was that what Don meant when he...? Oh no, Donnie... His heart clenched, tears falling down the side of his head. "No..." He tried to twist his lower body away, his erection already peeking out of its hidden pocket.

"I could smell your brother all over Leo's sheets." Raph grunted, fingering at the bit of Mikey's penis that had started to slip out of his shell. Raph let out another churr as he felt himself harden as well.

Mikey sobbed again, then sniffled, more tears falling from his eyes. He couldn't do that to Donnie! He couldn't... "Stop..." His breathing hitched, his length slowly sliding out into the open. He let out a deep sigh.

Raph paused for a moment as he felt Mikey slipping out of his plastron, his own erection was started to bother him and he dropped down, already half hard. He wrapped his hand around Mikey's length and pumped it a few times, completely ignoring the others sobs.

Involuntary churrs rose from his chest at the touches, making him toss back and forth while he tried to ignore the pleasant sensations coursing through his body.

"Stay still." His voice was clipped and annoyed, squeezing Mikey's member slightly tighter as he continued to jerk him off. He was trying to make this pleasant for the other, but it was getting more and more difficult to do that when Mikey kept moving and fighting him. 

Raph was already hard, Mikey’s churrs were sending streaks of pleasure straight to his crotch, knowing that he was causing them.

Mikey whimpered when the fingers wrapped tighter around his cock. Instead of staying still like he was told he continued to try and squirm out of Raph's grip.

Raph growled, realising that Mikey was not going to make this easier for himself. He debated about using the shock collar or not, but he could do better than that. He moved his hand from Mikey cock to press against the wound in his shoulder with a wicked smile. “We can do this the hard way if you prefer.”

Black spots played over Mikey's vision, the intense pain radiating from the wound almost overwhelming. He screamed, quitting his struggling. "S-stop!" He begged, more tears falling from his eyes.

"As you wish." Raph chuckled to himself as he moved back to jerk at Mikey's cock, bringing it back into an erection. "Now stay still and I may let you enjoy this."

Mikey tried to stay as still as possible, but his body still trembled violently from fear and pleasure, a mix that he was pretty sure he didn't like at all. He sniffled and sobbed, whimpering when Raph touched his length again, letting out a loud churr.

Raph’s eyes flickered between Mikey’s face and his erection, torn between which he wanted to focus on more. His own cock was starting to ache, having not been paid any attention since it dropped down. 

He let out a low churr as an idea came to him, pressing the two cocks together he started to jerk them both off. Using both his and Mikey’s precome to slick him member, moaning slightly at the feeling of Mikey’s member sliding against his own.

Feeling Raph's member against his own made Mikey shudder, another churr escaping him despite himself.

Raph’s hand started to moved faster, answering every one of Mikey‘s churrs with his own. He was tempted to leave it at this, it felt so good that he could quite happily get off like this.

But he had something else planned. He picked up one of his sai from the floor, gently running the tip up Mikey’s plastron and neck as he moved it over the others head, stabbing it into the floor so that one of the younger turtles wrists were trapped between the prongs. He grabbed his second sai and repeated the gesture with Mikey’s other wrist, leaving both of Raph’s hand free to move down his body. 

He coated his length with as much precome as he could before gripping Mikey’s thighs, pinning them to the ground so he couldn’t move away as he positioned himself to push into the trembling slave.

Mikey had closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the other, or so he could at least pretend that this wasn't happening, but when he felt the first sai pin him down he snapped his eyes open, trying to tug free only to have his other hand pinned down too. Then Raph shifted positions... "No!" He tried to kick his legs and squirm away from the other, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Raphael was quickly losing patience with his slave. “I told you to be still.” His voice was a low growl, gripping Mikey’s throat with one hand and his injured shoulder with the other. He stabbed at the others entrance with his cock, pushing until he started to feel the tight hole giving way as he forced himself inside. As soon as the tip broke through the wall of tight muscle he pulled out, only to thrust inside with enough force to bury half of his length into the smaller terrapin.

His hands relaxed slightly as he moaned out a long churr, feeling the tight warmth surrounding his member.

But even as the pain made him see stars he flailed around, trying to get away or make Raph stop. Because even though the wound on his arm stung, it was nothing compared to how it hurt when Raph started moving into him. He shrieked.

Raph churred loudly at the feeling as Mikey moved with his cock still inside. The warm heat moving around him was better then anything he'd felt before and he stayed completely still, only half inside, not for the others benefit, just to enjoy that feeling. The only problem was the noise. He wanted those lovely churrs, not the loud shrieking. His hand tightened on Mikey throat trying to choke back the noise, his other hand returning to pulling and stroking the slaves member, wanting to encourage those delicious churrs again.

Mikey choked, his screams cut off abrubtly. He felt Raph's fingers wrap around his length again, causing him to sob and moan. The pleasure wasn't quite enough to distract Mikey from the fact that Raph was half-way inside him, stretching his insides in ways he was pretty sure they shouldn't be stretched. "P-please..." He sniffled, tears streaming down his face, his body shivering beneath Raph.

Raph grinned as the horrible shrieking suddenly stopped, but those churrs still weren't back. With an annoyed grunt he pulled out, continuing to stroke Mikey. He switched hands, the hand that had been stroking Mikey was wet with precome and he smothered I'd across the others ass, thrusting one of his fingers inside, trying to loosen the muscles so he could slide in easier. 

His eyes focused on Mikeys length, the tip flashing in and out of his view as his hand continued to stroke him. Suddenly curious he lent forward, licking the very tip and tasting Mikey before pulling back away.

 A shudder ran through him, and he was relieved when Raph pulled back, for a second thinking it was over until Raph pushed a finger inside him. He sobbed, gasping when a hand started to jerk him off. Soon enough, low churrs started coming out of the other against his will.

Raph licked his lips as he tasted Mikey, even though is tasted strange Raph found he was that opposed to it, and he leant forward to lick at the tip more, noticing the way Mikey had shuddered before. He kept moving the finger inside his slave, pushing in deep to try and loosen the muscles to make it easier to enter him, he felt a little bundle of nerves and tapped against it curiously.

Mikey broke into a loud churr, his body twitching at the pleasure the simple touch caused. "Oh, shell!" He breathed, continuing to churr shortly afterwards, his body pressing down against Raph's finger on instinct. His length was so hard it was dripping with pre-cum.

Raph’s eyes widened in surprise at the strong reaction he’d caused from the other, his own member twitched at the loud churr, demanding to be paid attention too. He licked a little more at the moister on Mikey’s cock before pulling away again, his hand kept a steady pace on the smaller terrapins length as he positioned himself back at the now stretched hole. He pushed in slowly, moaning as he enjoyed the feeling of the slick muscles wrapping around his member inch by inch until he was fully inside.

This time the penetration didn't hurt as badly, together with the amazing feel of Raph's tongue on his length it was almost... pleasant. He moaned and churr loudly, occasional gasp and sob escaping him.

“Shhh. Relax~” Raph churred loudly, pulling out slowly before pushing in with more force. His thrusts quickly gained speed and power and he gave in to his own pleasure, encouraged by the churrs and moans coming from the other turtle. His hand moved in time with his thrusts, squeezing slightly as he concentrated more on his own pleasure than his slaves.

Mikey threw his head back, seeing stars when Raph began to move faster and faster inside him. Too much stimulation, he wanted to beg the other to slow down but suddenly a shudder ran through him that made him churr in ecstasy and he came.

Raph gasped out, not expecting the sudden shudder, or the way the Mikey seemed to tighten around him. He was brought to the edge but he wasn’t ready to finish just yet. He took his hand from Mikey’s cock to lift his legs up slightly, changing the angle and managing to go deeper inside him, his thrusts staggered slightly as he approached his own orgasm.

After he had come, it was like someone had turned off a switch. The thrusts did nothing to him anymore, in fact it was just painful and uncomfortable now. "Stop!" He sobbed, unable to see with all the tears in his eyes. "Please!"

Raph’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, thrusting deep inside the wonderful heat of his slave. He didn’t hear the other cries, too busy focusing on the tight feeling in his stomach. He pushed in deep as he emptied his load, churring loudly as he thrust a few more times before pulling out. He pushed his hands down on the others thighs pinning him in place, looking at his slave intently with a curious look on his face. He was crying but his plastron was streaked with cum, showing that he had clearly enjoyed it.

Mikey's whole body shivered and he shook in sobs, tears running down his face and he felt like they were never going to stop. He met Raph's gaze a second but quickly turned his head away, starting to whimper like a small child.

Raph frowned. He’d been happy when Mikey had came, pleasantly surprised that the other had felt such pleasure, but now his slave seemed upset again. “Stop crying.”

Raph stood up, looking over him a few moments more before removing his sai so that Mikey’s wrists were free. He walked over to the side and grabbed a towel, quickly wiping himself over before dropping the towel onto his slave. “Clean up. I’ll talk to my brother about letting you see Donatello in the morning.”

But even if Mikey wanted to, he couldn't stop crying. He dried his tears again and again, sitting up on his knees despite the fact they were trembling violently. With shaking hand he took the towel and cleaned himself off sloppily, as it was hard for him to see through all the tears.

With a low grunt Raph knelt on one knee in front of him, lifting his chin so that he could see his face clearly. “Why are you crying?” Raph’s question was cold, but there was a hint of confused curiosity in his voice. “You clearly enjoyed that.” He gestured vaguely to Mikey’s plastron, which was being cleaned rather sloppily with the towel.

Mikey pushed away the other's hand weakly. "L-leave me alone!"

Raph pulled his hand away, but his eyes narrowed. “I expect answers when I ask you a question.”

The younger turtle sniffled, drying more tears away. He didn't answer Raph.

“Do not push me, slave. Our agreement was that I would only inquire about your brother if you could defeat me in a spar, which you did not.” Raph spoke in a low growl, his eye narrowed dangerously at the other terrapin. “You should feel grateful that I had decided to over look that. Though I could just as easily have your brother punished for your insolence.”

That threat caught Mikey's attention, and he looked up at Raph with his big, blue eyes. "No... I'm sorry."

With a low grunt of approval Raph stood from the floor, satisfied that the threat would work as well on Mikey as it did on Donatello. “I don‘t want to hear you crying. You clearly enjoyed the experience.” Raph’s eyes once more flickered to the other plastron, a few white smudges remained from how sloppy the other had cleaned himself and Raph quite liked being able to see evidence of the others pleasure.

Mikey sniffled again, glancing down and trying to keep any more tears from falling.

“Come.” The command made his lips twitch upwards in a smirk due to what they had just done, but he didn’t make any comment about it, walking over and unlocking the door to the dojo. He waited for Mikey to follow, since he was under strict instructions to keep watch over him.

Slowly, Mikey got up on shaky legs, stumbling after Raph.

Raph barely looked at Mikey as he lead him through the corridors back to his room. Once his door was unlocked and opened he gestured the slave inside, digging in his wardrobe until he found a plain black kimono like Leo had Donatello wear. 

“Get dressed” He ordered as he threw it at the Mikey. As much as he liked Mikey naked he knew that it wouldn’t do to have him wandering around like that…For one Raph wasn’t sure if he would have more spontaneous reactions to being so close to the naked turtle.

Mikey caught it and slipped it on. Even if it was a bit silly, the fabric made him feel safer.

Raph looked Mikey up and down again, the simple black kimono hid enough of his that Raph didn’t feel he’d be distracted. “You may sleep on the floor, unless you‘d prefer to share the bed with me.”

He looked over at his clock before looking back at his door. His brother should be back in his room by now. “I didn't promise that you could see your brother. Only that I would ask mine.” He reminded, turning and walked towards the door, looking back at his slave he pressed a button on his bracelet as he left. 

“The doors are locked and your collar is designed to activate if you try to leave this room.” He informed the younger turtle, before shutting and locking the door, heading over to his brothers room for a chat.

Leo had just put Donnie to work on another chore and was heading towards the dojo for some practice when he spotted Raph. He gave him a small nod and was about to pass him.

Raph held his arm out, blocking his brother from passing him. "We letting the two of 'em see eachother?" He didn't need to say who he was talking about, the two of them didn't usually pay attention to anyone other then eachother, Karai and Master Shredder.

The older turtle raised an eye ridge. "That sounds risky. And what would we gain from it?"

"I want to see how they react to eachother. I don't suggest leaving them alone together."

This only made Leo look more sceptical. But after a while he nodded slowly. "Alright. But mine will have to earn it first." He walked past Raph.

"Heh, mine already did." Raph smirked. He couldn't help mentioning it, besides Leo was bound to smell it on the smaller turtle when he saw him. He turned to make his way back to his room.