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Doppelganger	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “The choice is yours,” said Leo to Raph, as though he were serving tea, “one finger or two?”
            “Surprise me,” said Raph to Leo, with brash bravado.
            Pulling against his bindings gave Raph no relief, nor did the flash that came and went in his brother’s eyes.
            Pressing his mouth close to Raphael’s head, Leo whispered, “You should remember that I know what scares you.”
            Until that moment the game had been fun. Leo’s words, spoken in a tone that was foreign to Raph, lit the first spark of dread in the pit of Raph’s stomach.
            “How long can you hold out little brother?” Leo asked in that same dark voice. “How long before you begin to beg? How long until you scream?”
            Raph’s eyes were wide as he watched Leo move away from him. The first candle went out, its last gasp was to illuminate the strangely maniacal look that had settled on Leo’s face.
            “Leo, what the fuck are ya’ doin’?” Raph worked hard to keep the concern from registering in his voice as his brother practically floated to the next candle.
            “Changing the rules,” Leo said softly, smiling so his eye teeth showed against his lips.
            Pursing those same lips, he blew out the second candle. Turning to stare at Raph, Leo’s head dipped down as he flicked the tip of a pink tongue out and back. Raph watched as Leo’s eyes opened wide and then narrowed.
            Agreeing to letting Leo tie him up was beginning to look like the world’s worst idea.
            “What’s gotten into ya’?” Raph asked, once more testing the ropes. They creaked against the pipes, moving very little, and Raph realized that Leo had never, ever bound him this tightly before.
            Leo almost seemed to move in slow motion to the final candle. The flickering light bounced shadows off of Leo’s face; one minute his older brother was there, in the next something grotesque and horrifying had appeared to take his place.
            At that point Raphael was pretty sure he didn’t want to continue.
            “I’ve heard that after a while total darkness can cause hallucinations,” Leo said in an almost conversational tone, playing the tips of his fingers through the small flame.
            “Leo…,” Raph began, trying to read what was going through Leo’s mind. Could that bump to Leo’s head from yesterday have done more damage than any of them had grasped?
            Raph certainly hadn’t meant to slam his brother to the ground quite so hard, but it was either that, or let Leo take a knife in the ribs. Mikey took care of the Dragon wielding the knife, while Raph pulled a groggy Leo out of the middle of the fray.
            A little half smile lifted the corners of Leo’s mouth as he rubbed his fingers together inside the fire. “I read somewhere that it starts with exaggerated sounds. Water rushing through these pipes would sound like conversations.”
            “Dammit Leo, if you’re tryin’ to fuckin’ freak me out with that shit, ya’ can just forget about it,” Raph snapped at him, his nervousness making him impatient. “First off, I’m used ta total darkness ‘cause we grew up in a fuckin’ sewer and second, we’re in the lair. We ain’t gonna be alone long enough for total darkness ta have any effect on me.”
            Leo’s head lifted and his eyes met Raph’s. Was it imagination, or did Raph just see those amber irises change shape?
            That’s when Leo blew out the final candle.
            Lying perfectly still, Raph listened for his brother. It seemed that Leo wasn’t just going for total darkness, but was determined to leave Raph tied up and trapped in complete silence as well.
            Sensory deprivation maybe? If Raph remained tied spread eagle on Leo’s bed for much longer, the ropes were going to cut off his circulation. After that he sure as shell wouldn’t be feeling anything either.
            Wiggling his hips a bit worked the growing numbness out of his legs. Where the fuck was Leo?
            Something brushed against his neck, the touch feather light and fleeting. For just a second, Raph thought it might be a bug crawling on him.
            Grinding his teeth together, he fought back the tingle of panic that tried to worm its way into his head.
            “It ain’t a fuckin’ bug,” he told himself, “it’s Leo messing with me.”
            Straining his eyes, Raph tried desperately to see into the all-encompassing darkness. It just wasn’t possible that Leo could be moving around and not slamming into anything. It just wasn’t.
            He jerked suddenly as he felt a light tickle on the skin between his carapace and plastron. It was gone as soon as he moved, like he’d dislodged something that had started to slither across his prone form.
            “Okay Leo, that’s enough,” Raph called into the darkness. “We agreed when we started this that there wasn’t gonna be no fuckin’ mind games.”
            “I told you I was changing the rules.” Leo’s disembodied voice drifted to Raph’s ears from every direction, making it impossible to pinpoint his brother’s location.
            Raph squeezed his eyes shut and counted to twenty. He’d been inside this black cocoon for maybe ten minutes. That was not long enough for him to start hearing strange things.
            “Raphie is not in control,” a singsong voice was right next to his head, startling him.
            “Fuck!” Raph shouted, yanking hard against his bonds.
            He could feel the rope burning his flesh as he thrashed about for a few minutes. That voice had sounded nothing like Leo’s and all Raph wanted to do was get the fuck away.
            Something warm and wet touched the skin on his right ankle, making Raph flinch. It took him a second to realize it was Leo’s tongue.
            Breathing hard, Raph concentrated on calming himself. No good came of panic, and for all he knew, Leo was just screwing with him. Granted, Fearless had never gone quite this far in their tug of war for dominance, but Raph couldn’t ignore the possibility that Leo’s competitive streak had gone into overdrive.
            The thought gave him comfort right up until the moment when Leo sank his teeth into the spot on Raph’s ankle that he had just licked.
            Raph yelled more out of surprise than pain. The blood flow was so constricted due to the tight ropes that the injury couldn’t relay its complete message to his brain.
            That almost scared him more than the fact that Leo had just bitten him. Unable to see in the darkness, Raph could be bleeding out and have absolutely no way of knowing.
            “Raphie tastes so good,” Leo said, his tongue playing along Raph’s leg.
            At least, Raph had to assume it was Leo. It sure the fuck didn’t sound like his brother.
            “Ya’ know what Leo? Games over. Stop now. I ain’t even turned on anymore; ya’ killed my mood,” Raph growled in a low voice, trying to hide the quiver that wanted to ride his words.
            The tongue left his skin. Raph expected to hear something more, but the room was silent again.
            “Goddammit Leo, did ya’ hear me? Stop,” Raph almost shouted, the taste of panic coming back to his mouth.
            When something pressed against the sensitive exposed opening beneath his tail, Raph hissed in surprise.
            “What the fuck?” he yelped.
            “Exactly,” Leo purred. “Moods Raphie. It’s all about moods. Your moods.”
            The voice dipped ominously as Leo said those last two words.
            “M…maybe we should get Don ta check that lump on your head again Leo. Ya’ don’t sound so good bro’,” Raph told him, trying to coax Leo into calling for someone.
            “Raphie is worried about Leo,” the voice sang again just before Leo’s tongue swiped a wet path along Raph’s thigh, at the point where skin met plastron.
            “Yeah bro’, I’m worried about ya’,” Raph said in the most even tone he could manage. “Ya’ ain’t never supposed ta change the rules, ya’ know that better than any of us. What we got doesn’t work if there ain’t any trust.”
            The dark voice was there again, hovering inches from his face. He could feel Leo’s hot breath puff against his cheeks.
            “But you change the rules all the time, Raphael,” Leo told him, “every time we go out as a matter of fact. If I say go left, you go right. We shouldn’t have even had that fight with the Purple Dragons last night.”
            “Ah okay, I get ya’ now. This is punishment ‘cause I didn’t listen ta ya’ about leaving ‘em alone,” Raph said. “This is your idea of a new way ta lecture me. Great tactic, at least ya’ don’t have ta worry about me running off on ya’. So go ahead and bitch me out and get it out of your system.”
            Everything went silent again. Raph couldn’t even feel Leo anywhere close to him any longer; the finger that had been teasing Raph’s entrance had dipped inside just briefly before disappearing.
            Raph turned his head to the right and then to the left, trying to sense some kind of movement. He had given Leo a great opening to begin a speech by telling his brother he was receptive. That was usually all it took to make Leo launch into his patented diatribe about leaders and minions.
            “Raphie is impatient,” said the singsong voice, sending a shiver down Raph’s spine.
            Leo’s warm tongue played along the underside of Raph’s arm, leaving a wet trail that ended at his armpit.
            Raph grit his teeth in anticipation. But instead of a bite, Leo’s mouth covered his.
            The move was unexpected. Mouth still tightly closed, Raph could feel Leo’s tongue seeking entry. Angry now, Raph refused to budge, stubbornly squeezing his lips into a straight, inaccessible line.
            He felt Leo shift slightly, and then a hand was clamped over Raph’s nostrils.
            Leo pressed against his mouth harder, and then waited. Being a turtle, they were all capable of holding their breath for a long time, but Raph was angry and becoming just a little frightened by his brother’s unusual behavior.
            The need to breathe worsened the more panicky Raph became; little stars starting to shine behind his closed eyelids. Heart hammering in his chest, Raph opened his mouth.
            Leo’s tongue slid in quickly and his hand lifted simultaneously. Sucking in a huge lungful of air, Raph was barely aware of Leo’s tongue assaulting his with hungry need.
            Trying to turn his head away proved futile, Leo held his face in an iron grip. Raph grunted when Leo’s tongue pushed in farther, dipping towards the back of his throat and making his gag reflex kick in.
            Pulling away with a wet slurping sound, Leo giggled. Raph was coughing, trying to settle his throat muscles.
            “Raphie likes tonsil hockey,” the singsong voice announced, fading as Leo moved back from the bed.
            “That’s not funny Leo,” Raph finally managed to say. “Let me up now or I’m gonna yell the lair down.”
            “Yell Raph. I want to hear you yell. I want to hear you scream,” Leo’s dark voice came from the opposite side of the bed.
            In the dark, Raph for a split second wondered if there were two Leo’s in the room.
            “Fine, if that’s what ya’ want, just remember it was your idea when Master Splinter wants ta know what we’ve been doin’,” Raph said in a last ditch effort to bring his brother to his senses.
            All he heard in reply was a low pitched hum, damn close to a churr. It infuriated Raph more than any of the other stuff had.
            Raph opened his mouth and yelled as loud as he could, “Donny! Master Splinter!”
            Waiting for a moment, Raph listened intently. He had half expected Leo to try to gag him and was surprised that he hadn’t. He was also surprised not to hear anyone coming to his aid.
            The low, dark Leo voice came out of the blackness, closer to him again.
            “I forgot to tell you. They all left the lair for the night,” Leo said.
            Raph began to struggle in earnest when Leo told him that. His was strong, damn strong, but the ropes were thick and they were tied by an expert to solid steel pipes. When Raph finally gave up, he was breathing hard and his skin was raw.
            “Shit,” Raph groaned, “man Leo, what the fuck has gotten into ya’? These ropes are tearing me up; ya’ know Master Splinters gonna see these marks.”
            The slow slide of a katana leaving its sheath was loud in the black silence of Leo’s room. Raph’s eyelids fluttered, maybe now his insane brother would cut him loose.
            Instead, Raph felt cold steel touch the skin above his plastron.
            “Raphie might have to disappear.”   Leo’s singsong voice was in control again.
            Raph stopped breathing altogether. He could feel the tip of Leo’s katana play lightly down his center frontline and considering how sharp Leo’s playthings were, Raph knew one deep breath would cause him to impale himself.
            The thought that they were still in the pitch black and that Leo couldn’t possibly see what he was doing didn’t help Raph’s tenuous hold on the door to his panic.
            When the katana reached below Raph’s chest, the red banded turtle allowed himself a small breath. A second later he inhaled sharply as the tip of the katana found the slit that hid Raph’s manhood.
            “Would you be easier to handle without the testosterone Raph?” Leo asked, his voice deepening once more.
            The fear that crept into Raph’s voice this time couldn’t be held back, “Leo, don’t…don’t play like that. Please.”
            Leo chuckled darkly. “Seems all I have to do to make you beg is threaten your cock. Such a nice thing to know.”
            The sword left the area and traveled lower. Now Raph could feel it touch his anus. Leo stopped it for a second, and then twisted the katana slightly. Raph felt the tiniest prick of the steel damage his skin.
            “No,” Raph said, exhaling hugely. “Leo, you’re hurting me.”
            The katana didn’t move. “You told me to surprise you when I asked how you wanted to be stretched, don’t you remember?” Leo said.
            “We were talking about fingers, Leo. Not your fucking katana,” Raph blurted out.
            “Then tell me what you want me to prep you with, the katana or my fingers,” Leo said.
            “F…fingers. Your fingers okay, Leo? Get rid of the fuckin’ katana,” Raph told him.
            Raph felt the katana leave his skin and heard it slide back into its sheath.
            “Raphie gives consent,” the singsong voice announced in a pleased tone.
            Raph spluttered, “What? No, that’s not what I meant…damn you Leo, I don’t want to fuck, I want to leave.”
            “I want to fuck,” Leo said, his voice guttural with desire.
            It might have been all a big game up to that moment, even the slight nick from the katana, but that word…those four letters, told Raph Leo had gone over the edge of sanity.
            ‘Cause Leo never said ‘fuck’.
to be continued….
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