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Doppelganger	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            He knew he was bleeding.
            It was dark, darker than pitch, but Raph could feel the wet slide of blood on his arms. His struggles against the ropes had finally broken his skin on both wrists and his ankles.
            Raph still had circulation though, so at least the ropes weren’t tightening further. He moved his fingers and toes, making sure he could still feel each one.
            The numbness he felt in his extremities was due to inactivity, he guessed. Raph had been tied spread eagled on Leo’s bed for almost two hours.
            Of course, that was just a guess, because Raph couldn’t see a damn thing. Leo had been completely silent for a half hour, just after telling Raph he wanted to fuck.
            “Leo?” he tried again, for the fifteenth time at least.
            He hadn’t heard the door open, and he was pretty sure he would have seen some light if it had, so his brother had to still be in the room. Had Leo’s head injury been bad enough so that he was passed out on the floor?
            Even though Raph thought he would have heard Leo’s body hit the ground, he wasn’t sure about it. In the silent blackness of Leo’s room, the water rushing through the pipes had started to become pretty loud.
            The incessant sibilant noises were increasing in volume; and worse, Raph could almost swear he heard words.
            “Goddam Leo, goddam pipes, fucking imagination,” Raph cursed, twisting his head and pulling once more against the ropes.
            Something wet slipped over the toe on his left foot. Raph tried to jerk his foot away, but it was secured too tightly.
            A churr told him it was Leo.
            “What the shell are ya’ doin’ Leo?” Raph hissed, feeling Leo’s tongue massaging the base of his toe.
            The only answer he received was another churr. Leo’s mouth tightening around his toe told him his brother was sucking on it.
            Raph shivered involuntarily. No one had ever sucked on his toe before; it just wasn’t something they did, considering where their feet usually were. But his brother was doing that now, and the feeling was crawling up Raph’s leg and doing something strange to his pelvis.
            He realized it was making him hard.
            Raph didn’t want that. He didn’t want Leo to know that it was having that effect. He wanted his crazy brother to let him go.
            “C…cut it out Leo,” Raph stuttered despite himself. “That’s nasty.”
            Instead of releasing the toe, Leo’s response was to slide a hand along the inside of Raph’s calf, massaging the muscle. Raph tried once more to flex the leg, pulling painfully against the ropes and further opening his wounds.
            Raph bit his bottom lip. The cuts and tears in his skin burned, but the feeling of that tongue sliding between his toes was overwhelming the pain, and his cock twitched.
            “Fuck Leo, say something!” Raph finally yelped, unable to remain as calm as he knew he needed to be.
            Leo’s mouth slid off his toe with a loud pop. “Something,” Leo whispered, the dark voice pitched even lower than before.
            “Ha ha, fuckin’ funny,” Raph said.
            Leo had a sense of humor; it just wasn’t usually given to sarcasm. This was just something else new about his brother for Raph to worry about.
            Raph tried to concentrate on evening out his breathing. Having Leo sucking on his toe had aroused him, and he was trying to calm himself down before Leo discovered that fact.
            He heard a loud sniff, and then another. Raph could picture Leo’s head tilted to the side as he scented the air.
            “Raphie liked that,” the singsong voice proclaimed in a soft purr.
            “Fuck,” Raph cursed inwardly. That was what he’d been afraid of; Leo smelling the change in Raph’s pheromones.
            “It don’t mean anything Leo. Ya’ damn well know that,” Raph argued quickly.
            Instead of answering, the hand on Raph’s calf began to slide higher, pausing to cup the back of his knee and squeeze lightly several times. Then it crept up to Raph’s inner thigh, slowing its crawl to a standstill just before reaching his plastron.
            A sudden hot puff of air blew across Raph’s partially opened slit.
            “Do I mean anything to you, Raphael?” Leo asked, his hot breath making Raph’s tail bounce.
            “Of course ya’ do,” Raph snapped, growing angry. What the shell kind of question was that to ask him?
            “I just ask because you fight me over everything,” Leo told him before flicking the tip of his tongue over the length of the opening in Raph’s plastron.
            Raph worked to suppress a groan as Leo’s tongue wormed its way inside the space that the growing bulge of his cock had pushed wider. It didn’t help matters when Leo’s hand started to move again, a fingertip softly dancing around the edges of his entrance.
            The muscles surrounding the small hole contracted in response to the delicate touch and Raph felt a churr pushing up from his chest despite his best efforts to control the sound.
            Part of his cock had emerged from hiding. Raph tried to think of anything that could bring his growing erection under control, including his sensei’s angry face when they had carried a partially unconscious Leonardo back into the lair last night.
            Master Splinter had known it was Raph’s fault before anyone had offered a word of explanation. That fact hurt; Raph’s own feeling of guilt was bad enough, but facing the grim look on his father’s face made it all worse.
            Raph’s chest heaved as the sadness in that moment flooded back to him, and his arousal began to dwindle.
            Something akin to a growl sounded from his brother, and teeth were suddenly grasping Raph’s cock, biting just enough to keep it from disappearing entirely.
            “Leo!” Raph gasped and pulled hard against the ropes holding his arms above his head.
            Fear was fully in control now; the memory of Leo biting his ankle coming full force into his mind as Raph thrashed uselessly against the bindings.
            Leo didn’t move; his teeth locked on Raph’s flagging erection like a puppy with a new toy. The finger that had been slowly playing around the outer rim of Raph’s entrance now pushed against the tight ring of muscle, the intent very clear.
            Apparently play time was over.
            Raph whimpered, the sound so low as to be almost inaudible, but it was enough to make him flush from shame. The feeling intensified when Leo churred in response.
            Leo’s tongue swept down from between his teeth and pressed warmly against Raph’s captive cock. The hard push of his tongue against Raph’s most sensitive piece of flesh began to encourage his arousal once more.
            Squeezing his eyes tightly, Raph tried to turn his mind back to last night’s events. How they had carried Leo into the infirmary and waited while Don examined the lump on Leo’s skull. How grim Don’s face looked as he bandaged the wound, although it wasn’t open or bleeding his genius brother had still painstakingly wrapped it.
            Before he could let the memory pull him away from the moment, Leo thrust his finger into Raph’s ass without warning.
            It took a second for the pain to register in Raph’s already overloaded nerve center. When it did, he let out a loud yell.
            Chest heaving, Raph took a deep breath and growled, “Ya’ fuckin’ asshole, that finger ain’t even lubed!”
            Leo released his hold on Raph’s cock and answered in the childish singsong voice, “Raphie needs to pay attention.”
            Breathing hard, Raph blinked a few times to clear his eyes of the pain induced moisture, trying to settle down enough to speak calmly.
            “Okay Leo. Ya’ got my attention. Just pull your finger out now, please? I…I’m hurting here, bro’. Can ya’ please stop hurtin’ me?” Raph begged, his shame intensifying at the needy sound of his own voice.
            Leo’s finger pulled back slightly. “You asked for fingers Raph. You never mentioned lube.”
            He pushed in again, just a bit further, and Raph’s hips lifted from the bed as the pain burned throughout his lower regions.
            “Lube!” Raph shouted; his throat starting to ache from the abuse he was giving his vocal cords. Panting, he asked in a more rational tone, “Please Leo, could ya’ add some lube?”
            “Hmm,” Leo hummed low in his throat and then his free hand rubbed against Raph’s slit, which was once again tightly closed and protecting his manhood.
            “If I do, will little Raphie come out to play?” the singsong voice asked teasingly.
            Raph gulped audibly. None of this was making any fucking sense and Raph hated psychotic shit anyway. He started to nod and then remembered they were in total darkness.
            “I’ll t…try, is that good enough for ya’?” he finally managed to say, even more ashamed at having agreed to Leo’s stupid game. Raph shouldn’t have been that afraid of a little pain.
            Leo answered by removing his finger and lifting his hand from Raph’s hidden member.
            Silence enveloped Raph once more; the silence he was coming to hate more than Leo’s slow, infinite torture. Now he heard the whispers from the pipes again. They were beginning to sound more and more like Leo’s voice; not the Leo who he loved and had grown up with, but the strange Leo who was in the room with him right now.
            A cold sweat broke out over Raph’s skin as he listened to the voices call to each other. Leo’s dark voice, Leo’s singsong voice, Leo’s emotionless voice. All of them speaking at once within the pipes, echoing over Raph’s head and around the walls.
            The sudden jab of Leo’s slick finger made Raph’s torso leap off the bed.
            “Gah!” Raph choked out as the finger slid all the way up inside his tight passage.
            Leo churred and twisted his hand, crooking the finger slightly as he pulled back, and then straightening it as he pushed forward. Even lubed, the action hurt because Leo was making no attempt to be sensitive to Raph’s reactions.
            His brother’s other hand rested against Raph’s slit again, rubbing the area with his palm in an attempt to coax Raph’s erection back to life.
            “Raphael,” Leo’s dark voice called in a dangerous undertone, the threat clear.
            Raph gasped out, “Gimme a break Leo, shit! It still hurts and I can’t just tell my cock to enjoy the pain.”
            The finger inside of him stilled suddenly. Raph lay there, his heavy breathing lifting both his chest and stomach while he tried to relax around Leo’s unwanted incursion.
            When Leo moved again, it was to gently stroke his thumb over Raph’s slit. Up and down, he played the thick digit along the softer edge of skin, pressing just a bit harder with each pass.
            Raph lowered his carapace back onto the mattress and relaxed the muscles in his thighs, trying hard to concentrate fully on the pleasurable feeling of Leo’s thumb touching sensitive skin. Each time his mind tried to wrap around his predicament, Raph pushed the thought aside.
            The red banded turtle was in no position to fight his crazed brother. Whatever Leo wanted, Raph would have to play along, or risk being hurt in the worst possible way.
            Leo’s mouth touched the crease between plastron and thigh, his tongue painting a wet stripe from the outer edge to the inside. Raph could feel Leo’s chin dig into his flesh as his head delved down between Raph’s legs.
            Moist warmth captured Raph’s tail and squeezed tight.
            “Ahh shell!” Raph moaned. Of all the brothers, Raph’s tail was the most sensitive, a fact well known to his family.
            The suction on his tail combined with the friction against his slit and the finger buried inside of him made Raph begin to pant lightly. Shifting his hips, Raph felt his cock start to swell.
            As his manhood began to peek out, another of Leo’s fingers joined his thumb in caressing the bulge. Leo churred in satisfaction and Raph felt the heat of shame touch his cheeks again.
            Concentrating on his growing erection, Raph barely noticed that Leo’s finger inside him began to move again. This time the digit stroked Raph’s inner walls in a gentle caress, taking care not to cause pain as an obvious reward for Raph’s submissiveness.
            “Raphie does what Leo says,” the singsong voice said as Leo’s mouth slipped off of Raph’s tail.
            Part of Raph’s brain processed that statement. It seemed to be a recurrent theme of this nightmare; of their entire lives together as a matter of fact. Is that what had set Leo off, a severe blow to the head suffered because Raph was once more incapable of obeying his brother’s command?
            “Leo, d…damn Leo. I’m sorry bro’,” Raph almost sobbed, his guilt surfacing again.
            The finger that was inside his core jabbed harshly, tearing Raph’s mind away from his self-pity.
            “I don’t want sorry.” Leo’s voice was flat. “I want sex. I want to fuck you and I want to make you come.”
            Raph trembled as he heard those rough words leave Leo’s mouth. He had always thought it would be exciting to get Leo to talk a little dirty during their trysts; but the dry, emotionless delivery was more frightening than anything else.
            A soft plop next to Raph’s head drew his attention. A tickling sensation against the skin on his right arm followed the path of something rolling downwards very slowly.   Raph felt a similar thing happening on his left arm.
            Just before he felt it leave his body, Raph realized it was a droplet of blood. His blood.
            Raph heard Leo sniff audibly, once more scenting the air.
            “You should stop pulling on the ropes, Raphael,” Leo’s dark voice said with an air of satisfaction.
            “I’m trying not to…Nngh!” Raph’s cry emphasized Leo’s sudden firm grip on his cock, drawing the half-hard shaft out into the open.
            Leo’s grasp was tight as he pulled up on Raph’s dick, trying to pump it to full hardness. Raph strove to concentrate on the friction, but Leo’s hand was completely dry and the pull was painful instead of arousing.
            His brother must have heard Raph’s pained grunt, because Leo’s hand froze, although it was still wrapped tightly around Raph’s shaft.
            “Something wrong, dear brother?” Leo asked; no hint of concern in his voice at all.
            “Hurts,” Raph managed to say, almost afraid to admit the fact for fear of what further torture Leo might inflict on him.
            Leo’s hand left his cock immediately. Flaccid, it fell against Raph’s plastron and would have retracted into its protective pocket if Raph weren’t concentrating so hard to prevent that from happening.
            The finger in his ass delved deeper as Leo shifted upward against Raph’s body. Unable to see what his brother was doing, Raph could only lay there and wait.
            Leo’s palm touched Raph’s beak. “Lick,” Leo ordered; his dark voice in control.
            Obediently, Raph slid his tongue along Leo’s hand. His mouth, dry from his exertions, produced very little moisture.
            “Not very satisfying,” Leo said.
            Pulling back the finger embedded inside of Raph, Leo thrust hard and shifted his aim. This time he managed to strike the little bundle of nerves buried inside his brother.
            Raph jumped as Leo made contact with his prostate. A tingling sensation crawled over his lower half and swiftly invaded his cock, making it twitch.
            Leo’s dark laugh was right against his head.
            “There is more than one way to make Raphie hard,” Leo’s singsong voice told him.
            Raph felt his eyes roll back, a shiver running down his spine. That voice had followed immediately on the tail of the laugh. He could still feel Leo’s head pressed against his, but…
            But the other voice had come from near his feet.
            For a second, Raph managed to cling to consciousness. And then his mind, overwhelmed, shut down.
to be continued….
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