Donatello curled up closer to his master’s plastron as they slept. For the last few weeks he had completely submitted to him, and his life had got a lot easier.

Even though Donnie hated to admit it, he was actually starting to get used to his life as Leonardo’s slave.

He was no longer tied up in the middle of the room, he was free to stretch or explore the room as he pleased, though Leonardo had been careful to remove any important documents from the office first. He had a comfortable bed and a connecting bathroom, with a fairly big built-in bath and shower and once a day a decent meal was brought in for him.

Leonardo had forbidden anyone who brought him food from talking to him about his brothers. Which only made him worry about them even more.

During the months before he gave in to Leonardo, he had been beaten, raped and barely given enough food and water to survive. He was ashamed at himself for submitting to his enemy, but he was too tired to fight anymore. He had never been a warrior; he had thought that he was prepared to die with honour, be when it came to it he gave it up to make his life easier.

Donnie groaned lightly as he woke up, turning so that his shell was to his master and he could look out towards the heavy wooden door.

The locked door was the only thing that reminded him that he was a prisoner. 

His mind wandered towards his captive brothers. Leonardo hadn’t mentioned them once since Donatello’s imprisonment, they didn’t speak much due to the language barrier, though Donatello took note that Leo seemed to somehow be learning more English as the weeks went on.

Donnie may have given in to Leonardo’s advances, but he knew that Raphael would rather die than submit. His heart sank as he realised that his brothers could be dead and he would never even know. He couldn’t help the tears that started to pool at the corner of his eyes.

Apparently he had started whimpering to himself, because Leo stirred in his sleep, wrapping an arm around the smaller turtle and pulling him in close. He shushed his slave quietly, mumbling something to himself about being woken up.

“Sorry to wake you Master.” Donnie tried to keep his voice level, but even he could hear the tremble in his apology.

Leo sat up slowly, gently turning Donnie to face him, frowning when he noticed the unshed tears. “What is wrong?”

Donnie bit his lip nervously; he didn’t want to say anything in case it angered Leonardo, so instead he just shook his head. “I’m fine.” Donnie was glad that Leo allowed him to speak English, it took a lot longer for him to translate Kame then it seemed to take Leo to translate English.

“You may speak freely while we are alone.” Leonardo reminded him, talking slow to make it easier for the younger turtle to understand. He pulled the olive-skinned slave towards him, so that Donnie’s head and shoulders rested against his plastron.

Donnie nodded before taking a deep breath; he curled up against Leo’s plastron as he tried to work out the best way to word his question. 

Leonardo waited patiently, letting his slave take his time, absentmindedly petting him as he fidgeted in his lap.

“My brothers…” Donnie’s voice was shaking, his breath caught in his throat as Leo’s hand stilled against his carapace. The slave’s eyes fixed on the floor hoping that his master wouldn’t be angry at him for asking about his brothers.

“You wish to see them.” Leonardo’s voice was slow as he spoke in English, but he didn’t sound angry. Donatello didn’t know for sure, but he sounded disappointed.

“Yes, Master.” Donnie whispered nervously, he didn’t even have to think about speaking in Kame, those two words were so familiar to him now that he barely realised that he wasn’t speaking English.

“You may.” 

Donnie’s eyes widened, practically straddling his masters lap as he turned to look Leonardo in the eye, just to make sure that he was sincere.

When he saw Leo’s soft smile, he knew that he meant it. Without even thinking he pushed himself forward to connect his beak with his masters, letting him take control of the kiss immediately. He stroked Leonardo’s tongue with his own, making his master moan as he poured all the gratitude he could into his kiss. His hand started to make its way down Leo’s plastron, heading towards his masters slit to show him how grateful he was.

“You may see Michelangelo.” Leonardo clarified, grabbing Donnie’s wrist and pulling away from the kiss to lock eyes with his slave, making sure that he understood.

Donnie inhaled sharply, pulling his hand free from his master’s grip. “Is Raph…” Donnie’s voice trailed off, his eyes shining, threatening tears again as his mind jumped to conclusions about his stubborn brother.

“He is alive.” Leo’s voice was clipped and irritated, instantly putting Donnie on edge. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily as he forced his voice back into a neutral tone. “You may see Michelangelo.” He repeated, his voice clearly telling his slave that it was not up for discussion.

“Yes, Master.” Donnie quickly bowed his head, trying to hide the slight tears that he could feel building in his eyes from his master’s harsh tone. “Thank you, Master.”

Donatello was glad that he would get to see his Michelangelo again, but he was more worried about his hot headed older brother. 

Raphael was infamous for his strength and his temper, everyone who had suffered as a result of him would want their revenge. Donatello was afraid of how far they would take his brothers punishments, and how Raph would willingly take his life before living as a prisoner to his enemies.

“I will have Mei Pieh Chi bring you suitable attire before I take you to Michelangelo. You are to eat and bathe while you wait for my return.” Leonardo’s voice was harsh as he moved Donatello off his lap.

“Yes, Master.” Donnie kept his head bowed, managing to keep his voice level, not even looking up when he felt Leonardo getting off the bed. He didn’t understand everything the Leonardo said, but he understood the basics; eat and bathe then he would be taken to Michelangelo.

“I do not have to allow you this; I trust your best behaviour. You should feel grateful to have such a merciful master.”

Donnie nodded slowly, lifting his head slightly to show that he was listening.

“If you disobey me, then your punishment will be severe.” Leo’s voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to say it, but the threat was clear. 

The next sound that Donnie heard was the lock clicking into place, reminding him that he was only a prisoner here. 

He scolded himself for becoming so comfortable around Leonardo, his heart sinking as he realised how dependent he had become towards his so-called master. 

He knew that Raphael would be treated worse than he had been before he’d submitted; he only hoped that Leonardo hadn’t lied when he said that Raph was still alive.

Donnie didn’t know how his little brother would’ve been treated once they’d been captured; Leonardo had personally kidnapped the younger turtle, Donnie and Raph had only been taken prisoner when they tried to rescue him from Leonardo. 

Donatello suddenly became nervous about seeing Michelangelo again. He hoped that the fact that he was allowed to see him meant that Mikey was safe, which meant that he had probably submitted to Leonardo as well. It made Donnie sick to think of his baby brother being violated the way he had been.

Slowly he made his way towards the bathroom, wanting to make sure that he cleaned himself of Leonardo’s scent before seeing his younger brother.