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Leo’s 16
Don’s 16
Mikey’s 16
Raphael's 15
Raphael gratefully looked at Leo as he placed a tray containing a bowl of chicken noodle soup on his lap.
“Thanks, Leo, but I hope you didn’t make it,” Raphael said as he picked up a spoon. “We all know what a disaster you are in the kitchen.”
“Relax, little brother. Mikey made it. Are you sure you’ll be okay while we’re out on patrol?”
Raphael spooned soup into his mouth, tried not to gag at the bland and bitter taste and said, “I have bronchitis. That’s it and can still take care of myself. Go.”
“Sensei will be back from April’s place in three hours, so you’ll really only be alone for…”
“Go!” Raphael said irritably. “I’ll be fine. Shit, Leo. Anyone ever told you that you fuss too much?”
“Are you sure? I can stay with you and send Mikey and Don,” Leo said and placed a hand on Raphael’s forehead to check his temperature.
Raphael swatted his hand away and snapped, “Cut it out!”
“Yes, but we almost lost you not so long ago and I…That was my fault and I worry that something bad will happen if I’m not here.”
Raphael sighed exasperatedly and said, “Firstly, it wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I disobeyed orders. That’s why I got shot by the damn Kraang, so quit the guilt trip. Secondly, what the hell could happen here? What trouble can I get up to? I’ll be fine. Please go. I appreciate that you care, but you're treating me like an invalid and I hate it. You're grating on my nerves!”
“It’s not what you’d do, but that trouble could find you,” Leo tried to reason. “Come on, Raph. We both know you’re still weak from…”
Green eyes flashed as Raphael yelled, “When will you stop treating me like a pathetic baby and like one of the team again? I got shot, I have bronchitis and I already feel better. I’m dying to get out there again, Leo. I’ve been stuck in bed for six fucking weeks and I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been patient, listened to you and Donnie’s instructions, taken my meds and not argued much."
“We’ve been over this, Raphael. You’ll stay in bed until you’ve fully recovered. You know what? I’m gonna stay home. We’ll watch TV. Pick a movie.”
“I don’t want you to stay home,” Raphael snarled as he dropped the spoon and then balled his hands into fists. “I want you to go out. I want some space and privacy. I don’t want you around me. You're driving me fucking crazy, Fearless. Anyone would think we were an old married couple, the way you incessantly nag me,” Raphael hissed and shuddered at the thought.
Being married to Fearless would be hell. I'd be constantly fussed over and bossed about. Probably also in the bedroom. Ugh. The bedroom. Mating with Fearless would suck, especially as I'm not gay and I doubt he is either. I don’t think Fearless even thinks about sex. He’s too pure and stuck-up for that and would think it’s dishonorable.
“Too bad,” Leo said, setting his mouth into a thin line and ignoring the rant. “I’m staying. I’ll run out and get pizza and other snacks. I should be back in an hour tops. Stay in bed. What pizza would you like, Raph?"
“Something better than this soup. It fucking blows. You did make it, didn’t you?”
“You got me. Mikey was playing his video games and I thought it didn’t look that hard to make. I’ll get the meat lovers. That’s your favorite.”
“You know what thought did? Planted a feather and thought it’d grow. Don’t cook again. It’s bitter and bland. Bleh,” Raphael said and wrinkled his beak in revulsion.
“I try my best, but I’m never gonna win with you, am I?” Leo said miserably.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Forget it,” Leo said as he picked up the tray. “Stay in bed.”
“Hai, chief,” Raphael said and gave him a mock salute.
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Leo sighed, deposited the tray in the kitchen, gave orders to Don and Mikey to go out on patrol and left the lair with slumped shoulders. He'd been at Raphael's bedside for six weeks, keeping vigil over him and all he did was bitch that he wanted his privacy. Leo could sort of understand it, but all he was doing was trying to help his little brother. Why couldn’t he be more appreciative like Donnie and Mikey were? They never gave him shit. Leo found himself wondering what life would be like without Raphael. It'd be peaceful, quiet, no arguments and sanity. He quickly dismissed the thought. Raphael was his brother, he loved him and no matter how big a shit he was, he’d always be there for Raphael. He knew Raphael would be there for him too. They were brothers and nothing could break their bond.
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Raphael sighed in frustration and boredom.
Screw Leo. Who does he think he is bossing me about? He's not my dad and I don’t have to take this shit.
He blew his nose, coughed, grabbed his phone and went on a porn site. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he ogled the busty women with their skimpy and skintight clothing and those who were nude and his shell felt extremely tight.
Wow.They’re fucking hot. I’d like to stick my huge ten-inch cock into them and drive them wild. I bet I’d be amazing in bed. They’d love me, even if I have scales and a shell.
Raphael stroked his slit and his eyes were riveted on a particular woman with the pseudonym Malia, who was blonde and blue eyed with a chest size of 38 DD and legs that went on forever. His dream girl. It wasn’t long before he dropped down and his purple dick was slick with precum.
Raphael sped up the stroking and his eyes glazed over as he churred loudly. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed. He'd had a large porn stash, but Splinter had found it when inspecting his room. He'd called it "filthy” and “perverted" and had confiscated it. Raphael was now limited to his phone. There was no chance of Don blocking him from doing so, because Raphael knew he looked at porn and that Mikey also did.
Leo probably only looks at “honorable” things like war books.
Raphael came a few minutes later and roared as he splattered his creamy cum across his plastron and on the bedsheets.
Raphael emitted a satisfied sigh, kissed the phone and said, “Thank you, Malia. That was amazing. I wonder what you'd be like in bed. I shouldn’t wonder about shit like that. It's not like I'll meet you or another girl. All I have is my right hand. I’m gonna be a virgin forever, unless I fuck my bros, which I fucking don’t wanna do, because I’m straight. That'd be revolting.
His phone dinged and distracted him from his dark thoughts.
Raphael glanced at the message that said “Raphael, are you free after patrol tonight and wanna hang?”
“I can’t, Slash,” Raphael typed. “I’m sick and contagious.”
“I can bring food. Come on, buddy. It’ll be fun. We can watch movies. You shouldn’t be alone,” Slash wrote, fishing for information. He wanted to know if Raphael was alone.
“Leo’s getting some snacks and then he’ll join me. Thanks for the offer, pal. Rain check?”
“Yeah. Get better, Raphael.”
Raphael put his phone on the nightstand and decided to nap while he waited for Leo. He didn’t think anything was weird about Slash’s text, because they'd mended fences and Slash even got along with his brothers.
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Slash waited in the sewers for Leo to return home.
He saw Leo's approaching silhouette a while later and mimicking Raphael's voice called out, "Yo, Fearless. About time you're back.”
Leo immediately turned in the direction of the voice, walked towards it and said angrily, “Raphael, I told you…”
Slash stretched out his thick broad arms and picked Leo up like a ragdoll, which made him drop the snacks.
Leo struggled futilely, because Slash was too strong.
The bigger turtle squeezed Leo’s neck and his eyes bulged until he’d passed out. Then he tossed Leo on the ground. He checked Leo's pulse, saw that he was just unconscious and headed to the lair for his prey. Leo wasn’t needed for the moment.
Slash calculated that he probably had twenty minutes until Leo woke up and longer for the others to return. It’d be long enough to capture a sick Raphael and to take him to his dwelling.
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Slash entered the lair a few minutes later. He withdrew a syringe from his belt that contained an anesthetic and stepped into Raphael’s bedroom.
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The emerald eyed turtle was on his side facing the door and snoring.
Slash studied him and his heart swelled with lust and desire. Raphael was exquisite, muscular and had beautiful toned legs, thighs and a firm butt. He wanted to dominate and to abuse Raphael forever. He wanted to rut Raphael and fuck him senseless. Raphael belonged with him, not fighting crime. His purpose was to be Slash’s mate and'd soon realize and accept that. Leo and Mikey also belonged with Slash, but that would be handled another time.
A beaming Slash thought about Raphael.I can’t wait to fuck him hard and deep.
He approached the bed. Raphael was still snoring and he injected him in the arm.
The emerald eyed turtle immediately woke and his eyes widened in amazement when he saw Slash.
“What the fuck!” Raphael growled, his green eyes blazing. “Why'd you do that?"
“I’m here to claim you, my cherub. You're mine to possess and dominate.”
"Are you fucking nuts? I'm not gay or interested in you. I thought we were friends. What the hell did you do?” Raphael shouted as he tried to stand up, but the drug now affecting him, his head fell onto the pillow and his eyes closed.
Slash picked him up, sprinted as fast as he could to his home and thought of all the fun that he'd have with his new mate. Raphael would soon be under his thumb and with his beak pressed against Slash’s cock where it belonged. His hole would be stretched wide and he’d be Slash’s for all eternity.