“Wake up.” Raph grunted, kicking the blankets of Michelangelo as he walked past on his way to the bathroom. The slave didn’t have a bed of his own, but he had a thick training mat that Raph no longer used, to lay on and a pillow with a bundle of blankets. It was comfortable but still on the floor where the slave belonged.

Raph was aching from having to practically carry Leonardo home the day before, and he spent a little longer then usual under the warm water to try and sooth his aching muscles. Leonardo owed him big time, Master Shredder would start to put more pressure on Raph now to make up for the fact that his brother had disappointed him. 

With a frustrated sigh he turned off the shower and started to dry himself as he made his we back into his room, not caring about being naked in front of his slave, it was nothing Michelangelo hadn‘t already seen.

Mikey woke with a start - as he usually did these days - and slowly got up from his sleeping place on the floor. His eye still ached a bit, but the bruise had already started to fade.

Raph barely looked over at him while he got dressed. "I'm going down to get breakfast. Clean this place up and I'll get you something nice." Mikey was very rarely allowed out of the room, only to be taken to the infirmary, or the dojo if Raph wanted someone to spar with.

Mikey nodded silently, going to get the cleaning supplied with a little sigh. It felt like he'd cleaned this room a bazillion times already.

Raph scoffed as he heard the sigh. "You got any complaints there kid?" Despite how it seemed, Raph did actually like having the little slave around... when he was behaving anyway. He did feel a little guilty about the bruising around the others eyes, marring the beautiful sea-green skin. It was no secret that he couldn't control his temper, Leonardo probably never had any trouble with his slave.

"No..." Mikey said quietly, suddenly scared that Raph would hurt him.

Raph frowned. He missed the sarcastic bater they had had when Mikey had first been brought here, but he understood that his slave was afraid of being hit whenever he said something now. With a frustrated grunt Raph headed for the door, cursing himself for letting his anger take away his chance of actually getting to talk to anyone around here apart from his brother. 

"I'll be about half an hour. Try and be done by the time I get back." He didn't really care about his room, it was usually untidy anyway, it was just something to give his slave to do to pass the time.

Mikey watched Raph leave before getting to work. He let him thoughts wander as he cleaned, wondering if Don was alright, of course nowadays thinking about Don made him think about... he stopped before he could elaborate. It would just make him feel sick. He thought of master Splinter instead, maybe their father was looking for them, maybe he'd come save him... it was a stupid dream, but it was one he would cling to. 

He was thinking about all the awesome video games he had at home that now he might never be able to complete, scrubbing the floor hard in frustration, when he noticed the floor bulging under him slightly. At first he thought he'd imagined it, but when he repeated the motion he could feel it budge again. Confused, he knocked at the floor, noticing it sounded a lot more hollow there than anywhere else. On closer inspection, he found that it was a removable floor board. 

Intrigued and endlessly curious, Mikey fidgeted until he could get the board loose. Inside was a big stack of money and maps, and for a long moment Mikey could just stare at it in confusion. What would Raphael this for?

Raph took his time getting food, grabbing a dessert for Mikey in guilt for giving the younger a black eye and making him too scared to even talk to him. Once he finished he packed up some food to take back to the room for his slave, wondering what he was going to do with the rest of his day. Maybe he’d take Mikey back up to the dojo? He was actually considering training the younger turtle, he may be stubborn but he had potential.

After looking at the money for a moment, he put the box aside and went to look if there was anything else hidden beneath the board.

Raph was trying to figure out if he could get Mikey to stop being as afraid of him as he walked back to the room, unlocking the heavy and pushing it open. It took a few seconds for Raphael to register what he was seeing. Mikey knelt down on the floor searching through his secrets underneath the loose floor board. 

He dropped the food and dashed inside, grabbing Mikey roughly by the top of his shell and throwing him harshly into the wall across the room away from the hole in the floor.

Raph got up to shut and lock the door before turning back to Mikey with a wide, pissed off and panicked look in his eye. “What the fuck! Where you doing!”

Mikey jumped when he heard the lock click open, realizing immediately by the look on Raph's face that he'd made a big, BIG mistake. He winced when he was slammed against the wall, the whole world spinning and only gaining focus again as Raph screamed at him. He cowered before the other, trembling. "I-I didn't know, I'm sorry..."

 Raph stormed over to the terrified turtle and grabbed his by his throat, pinning him up against the wall. "What do you see." Raph himself was terrified, if word got out what Mikey had found then he would be dead, Shredder would kill him on the spot.

Michelangelo whimpered, closing his eyes tightly. "J-just... money..." He said out of breath.

Raph was breathing heavily, gripping Mikey's throat tightly as he stared at the younger turtle. His mind was clouded with fear and anger and he couldn't think straight.

Mikey was starting to have real troubles breathing, panic gripping hold of him as he started to struggle and tug desperately at Raph's hands and arms.

But Raph seemed oblivious to Mikey's condition, his eyes narrowed as he tried to work out what to hell to do about this situation. His hand twitched around the others neck, his instincts telling him to end it now, but he was fighting to keep himself from going to far. If he killed Mikey then he was definitely dead.

Black spots started playing in front of his vision, his limbs trashing wildly. He felt tears well in his eyes, a tear running down his cheek and dripping on Raph's hand.

Raph managed to control his anger somewhat and loosen his grip on Mikey's neck to throw him to the side.

Mikey fell to the floor, coughing and heaving for air while tears started to stream down his cheeks.

"Never go through my private things again, slave." He growled, going over and checking the hole in the floor, making sure nothing had been removed apart from the box of money. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it hadn't, the other couldn't have even seen the routes he'd marked on the maps, seeming to calm down a little as he replaced the box and the loose floorboard. "You didn't see anything. Got it!"

He sniffled, rubbing his throat as he let out a barely audible "yes".

Raph didn't hear Mikey's answer and growled again. "Do you understand?"

The other jumped, starting to tremble again as he nodded quickly. "Y-yes!" He spoke as loudly as he could.

Raph nodded, running his eyes over the other carefully. "How hurt are you?"

Mikey closed his eyes. His throat still ached too much for him to speak too long sentences, so he just shook his head.

Raph's eyes narrowed, wondering whether he need to take him down to the infirmary again.

The younger turtle cowered under Raph's stare, keeping his gaze on the floor while trying to stifle his sobs.

Raph grunted, walking over to Mikey and picking him up by the back of his kimono, taking one more look at his tear stained face before dragging him over to the door. He was taking him to the infirmary, better safe then sorry after all.

At first, Mikey jumped and drew back a bit, afraid that Raph would hurt him some more. But when he didn't he relaxed a bit, following him willingly.

Raph's eyes swept across the room, looking at the loose floorboard in particular until he decided that the room looked normal. Pushing Mikey out of the door he shut it and made sure that it was locked, checking the handle just to make sure. "Infirmary." He snapped at his slave, Mikey had been there enough times to know the way by now. Although he was staying with him the whole time, Raph didn't want to have to drag him the whole way.

Knowing immediately what Raph meant, Mikey complied and started to walk on his own. He hated going to the infirmary all the time - it made him look weak and helpless. And he was also scared that they were going to run into Donnie.

Raph grunted, lost in his own thoughts as he followed Mikey towards the infirmary. No one could know about what Mikey had found, Raph wasn’t even sure he’d ever go through with it anyway. It was a stupid idea, the whole organisation would be after him, and Shredder wouldn’t have any mercy. Traitors were dealt with swiftly, but he was one of Shredder top soldiers, who knew what he’d do if they ever found out he'd been prepared to leave for years.

Donnie was in the infirmary, knelt down and searching through one of the cupboards for fresh bandages and pain killers so he could tend to Leo. He already eaten a quick meal, and left Leo to finish his own in peace.

As soon as Mikey spotted Don he froze, suddenly grabbing Raph by the arm and whispering: "I'm fine, I don't need to go."

Raph just took Mikey whispering as his throat hurting to much to talk. Pushing his slave inside, he didn't even notice the other turtle in the room, he grabbed someone to take a look at Mikey for him.

Don managed to find what he was looking for, standing up and heading for the door. At first he only noticed Raph, growling low in hid throat as he made to push past him. But then he noticed his brother, covered in fading bruises with a black eye and someone checking his throat. Don froze on the spot, his hands tightening around the bandages and pain medication, angry and worried at the sight “Mikey?”.

Mikey had tried to make himself as small as possible ,much to the annoyance of the one who was trying to inspect his throat, and when his name was uttered he flinched, eyes flickering towards Don, settling on his brother's feet. He couldn't look him in the eyes. "Hey, Donnie." His voice was still hoarse and barely a whisper.

Donnie couldn’t look on his brothers eye either, not after what he did to him…and what he made him have to watch. “What happened.” His voice was soft and concerned, but he shot a glare at Raph, knowing full well that he was the one who did this.

Raph ignored the glare, watching them both curiously, wondering how they would interact after what had happened the last time they met.

"Nothing." He said, voice breaking at the end and making him cough.

 "Mikey this isn't nothing." Donnie dropped what he was holding and rushed over to Mikey, pushing the person inspecting his throat out of the way to check it himself.

But Mikey instinctively backed away. He knew that Don had been forced to do what he did, he knew it wasn't his brother's fault, knew that he would never touch him like that otherwise... yet he couldn't be near him right now. It was all too fresh. "Don't." He begged, tears starting to well in his eyes.

Donnie hated seeing his brother like that. Though he didn't blame him for not wanting to be around him, he was disgusted at himself for what he done. "I..I'm sorry Mikey." Donnie backed away, letting a rather annoyed human take his place again in checking over Mikey. His baby brother begging not to be touched by him broke his heart, and brought tears to his own eyes, looking away so he didn't have to see that look on Mikey's face.

Mikey didn't answer him, just looked away and let himself be examined.

Donnie look over his brothers injuries from a distance. From what he could see his throat should be fine, unless there was more internal damage that he hadn’t been able to see in his quick inspection. The black eye seemed to be the worst thing on Mikey, which Donnie had to be grateful for considering what he knew of Raphael. There was no way to know about any sexual abuse though.

“I asked Master today if we could see each other again…But I understand if you never want to see me again… I dishonoured you and Master Splinter when I made that agreement…and then to…” He trailed off not wanting to think about what he did to Mikey, let alone say it out loud.

Raph picked up the things that Donnie had dropped, looking at Donnie curiously. The other turtle had referred to his brother as ‘Master’, didn’t even seem to give it a second thought. Leonardo must really have Donatello under his thumb by now.

The younger turtle closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold back his tears and feelings of shame and hurt. "I don't know." He said just as quietly as he had before.

“I…I should get back.” Don snatched the bandages and pain killers out of Raph’s hand, glaring at the larger turtle. “I’m Sorry Mikey…”

As Don shoved past him Raph put his arm out to stop him. “Both our bro’s are injured. You help mine…I‘ll make sure yours don‘t get any worse.” He waited until he heard Don’s low growl before lowering his arm the let him past.

Mikey glanced after Don, feeling awful for treating him that way.

Donnie stopped in the doorway to apologize again, but he didn't look back. Not able to look at Mikey due to his shame. He was the oldest, it was his responsibility to protect Mikey and yet he'd hurt him emotionally more than he was hurt physically.

Once again Mikey didn't answer. He didn't know what to say.

Donnie stayed in the doorway for a second to see if Mikey had anything to say, but it seems that Mikey couldn’t speak to him either. “Get better soon Mikey…” Don’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke, he left the infirmary quickly so that Mikey wouldn’t have to feel guilty at seeing him upset.

He made his way back to Leo’s room, placing the medical equipment besides the bed before going straight into the bathroom. He gripped onto the sink as he cried, not looking up at the mirror because he didn’t want to see his own face right now. Splashing some cold water on his face he tried to calm himself down, he had no right to be upset after everything he’d done.

A while later, Leo came back to his room. He was trembling slightly from the effort of doing his duties with the injuries he'd sustained. "Donatello." He called, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it with a sigh.

Donnie's eyes were still puffy from crying, but he was no longer sobbing and he'd washed most of the tears from him face. When he heard Leo calling for him he knew he'd have to leave the bathroom and go and see to him, otherwise he would get mad and Donnie didn't think he could deal with and angry Leo right now. He kept his head bowed low as he walked over and knelt in front of where Leo was sat on the bed.

Leo watched him, and it didn't take long for him to notice something was wrong. He reached out, cupping Don's chin and tilting his head up to inspect his face.

Don let his head be tilted upwards but his eye remained on the floor. There were still faint tear tracks down his cheeks and it was clear that he'd been crying.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked, stroking Don's cheek softly.

"I..I Bumped into Mikey...in the infirmary." He knew he wasn't allowed to see his brother without Leo's permission, but he didn't even think about how Leo could punish him for that, he was too upset. His voice was quiet and still broke occasionally from where he'd been crying.

This made Leo frown. He'd planned to talk to Raph about letting Don see him after a few days, thinking that they both probably needed some time to process what'd happened, as well as sparing Don from seeing Mikey's bruises. But now those plans had been ruined. "What happened?" Leo asked.

"Raph's been beating him and...I went to help Mikey...He doesn't want to see me." Fresh tears were forming in Don's eyes as he spoke, voicing it bringing it back to the surface but he couldn't stop it. "He doesn't want to be. anywhere near me. And I...I don't blame him..."

Leo watched him a moment, then placed both his hands on the sides of Don's face. "He'll come around."

Donnie shook his head. "He has every right to hate me...I hurt him...the least I can do it stay away from him."

"Sometimes we have to hurt those we love in order to protect them." Leo let him go, laying down on the bed. "Change my bandages."

"Yes Master." Donnie slowly got up and started to carefully remove the bandages, cleaning the wounds where some of them had opened and sealed back up while Leo had been doing his duties in the foot.

He was careful, and almost affectionate with how he was treating Leo, grabbing the fresh bandages he'd gotten and gently rewrapping his injuries. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks, but the task at hand allowed him to distract himself from his thoughts.

Leo stayed silent while Don took care of him, not making any sounds of complaints or out of pain. Once done, he reached out to brush away the tears on Donnie's cheeks with the back of his fingers.

Don closed his eyes, actually pressing slightly into Leo's hand.

"Come here." Leo said, gesturing for Don to come up on the bed with him.

Don whimpered, not really up for pleasuring himself right now, but he did as he was told.

The older turtle wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close as he started to plant soft kisses on his face.

Curling up into to his master's good side, Donnie was seeking comfort from him, and the arms around him were helping.

After a while, he stopped kissing him, letting his hands run up and down the beautiful olive skin.

Donnie shivered slightly, but just pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Leo and cuddling close.

Leo put an arm around Don then, leaning his chin against the top of his head and closing his eyes. "Don't leave me." He spoke quietly.

Don was surprised by Leo words. "Master?"

His hold on him tightened. "You were gone when I woke up. I didn't give you permission to leave."

"I'm not allowed to sleep on the bed." He stated automatically. The rules were clear in his head, he didn't see how he'd done anything wrong.

"You are when I allow you to."

"Yes Master." His voice was soft and he leaned his head against Leo's chest, still hugging him and taking comfort from being so close.

Feeling the exhaustion finally overwhelm him, his breathing started become deep and steady. It didn't take long until he was asleep.

Don didn't get up and leave like last time, not after Leo had told him to stay. He was tired after all the crying he had done, so he got comfortable where he was, and slowly fell asleep snuggled up to his master.