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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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            Someone was singing. Right next to his aching head.
            At first Raph guessed it was Mikey and the vague thought, “I’m gonna cream that little snot,” ran through his mind.
            And then his brow furrowed when his barely opened eyes met complete darkness. Unable to see anything at all, Raph was for a moment totally disoriented.
            “Wakey, wakey,” the voice sang again. The song was accompanied by a tapping on his cheek.
            Raph blinked and opened his eyes as wide as he could.
            “Raphie had a nap,” the voice next to his head announced. “Time. To. Wake. Up. Now.”
            Each word was accentuated by a hard slap to Raphael’s cheek.
            Reality flooded back in an instant, covering him like ice water. Tugging down with his arms verified that he was indeed tied to the bed in Leo’s room.
            Raph had passed out; he wasn’t sure for how long, but he had definitely been unconscious. The slick feeling along his arms reminded him that he was also bleeding, and at an apparently alarming rate.
            He turned his head to try to see Leo’s face and was rewarded by a wave of dizziness. Blood loss couldn’t have been too substantial yet, but he was feeling the effects. That had to have been why he lost consciousness. It also explained the other thing that seemed to have occurred.
            Raph knew his imagination had to be playing tricks on him. His body was suffering a trauma and his brother was playing some kind of twisted mind game.
            ‘Cause there was no way there were two Leo’s in the room.
            Running his tongue over dry lips, Raph managed to croak out, “Leo, ya’ gotta let me g…go now. I’m bleedin’. I’m bleedin’ too much.”
            A moment of silence followed Raph’s plea.
            Leo’s emotionless voice replied, “But I haven’t finished with you brother.”
            A hard pull on Raph’s cock emphasized Leo’s meaning and made the younger turtle wince. The finger that had been buried in Raph’s rectum was gone. When Raph passed out Leo must have withdrawn the finger so that he could capture Raph’s dick before it receded.
            Leo tapped Raph’s cheek again. “I’m sure there is enough blood still left in this big, strong body to fill your cock.”
            The laugh that started to bubble up from Raph’s gut made no sense and he tried to shut it off. The situation was not funny; in fact it was becoming quite deadly, but Raph couldn’t contain the laughter.
            Leo’s voices, the way he tossed ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’ around, his carelessly watching Raph bleed to death in his own home was suddenly hilarious.
            Raph started laughing, a splutter at first, and then full blown hysteria. His eyes watered and he gasped as he tried to grab a breath, but the laughter wouldn’t stop.
            Leo said nothing as Raph laughed. Raph wasn’t sure how long it would have gone on because he had lost all control over his body. Then Leo finally put a stop to it.
            His brother pinched the base of Raphael’s cock, hard.
            Raph gasped and then yelled; the cry loud and primitive. His already raw throat cracked and that added irritation put an immediate stop to the hysteria.
            Chest heaving, Raph could feel the intense pain echoing throughout his entire system.
            “Ya’ fuckin bastard,” Raph rasped, his voice too hoarse to speak louder. “Why are ya’ doin’ this Leo? Are ya’ plannin’ ta kill me when you’re finished?”
            Leo’s lips touched his cheek. “I love you Raphael,” the dark voice told him. “I’ve always loved you.”
            “Ya’ got a funny way of showin’ it,” Raph said. “And that wasn’t an answer ta my question.”
            “Let’s have sex, shall we Raph?” Leo asked, once more tugging at Raph’s flaccid cock. “How shall we liven this up? Just before you fainted like a little girl we were trying to add some moisture to my hand. I think we have two birds here we can kill with one stone.”
            “I didn’t faint ya’ prick,” Raph told him, his anger at that insult momentarily blinding him to Leo’s intent.
            A dry chuckle pulled him out of his anger. The hand that had been resting on Raph’s cheek was removed and Raph felt it curve around his wrist, tighten slightly and then slide down.
            The tiny squelching sound from that action widened Raph’s eyes. Leo was coating his hand with his brother’s blood.
            “I’ve often wondered if blood would be an adequate lubricant,” Leo said with little more than mild curiosity in his voice. “Personally, I think it would dry too quickly. Let’s find out shall we?”
            Raph lifted his head and croaked, “Leo, ya’ gotta stop now. Ya’ hear me? Ya’ gotta stop. This…this ain’t like ya’ bro’. Somethin’ is seriously wrong.” Raph was talking fast, hoping to get through to Leo.
            Leo’s hot breath on his cheek preceded a chaste kiss.
            “Waste not, want not,” Leo said as his weight shifted downwards.
            Raph felt Leo’s body settle between his legs. Nothing happened for a long minute, then Leo sighed and the hand that had been soaked in blood was wrapped around Raph’s cock.
            Leo squeezed the base, slid his had up to the top and ran his thumb over the head. The blood made Leo’s hand feel very warm; slick but not as slick as their usual lubricant.
            Raph felt Leo’s other hand join the blood stained one for a moment, and then a wet finger was once more pressed to Raph’s stinging entrance.
            “Shit,” Raph hissed as Leo dug deeper into his body. He was glad there was still some of the normal lube from earlier in his passage, because the blood felt like it was getting tacky pretty damn fast.
            But not the stuff covering Leo’s other hand. It was sliding up and down on Raph’s cock easily as Leo increased the speed with which he pumped his brother’s dick.
            The finger inside of him started to move in a like rhythm, in and out, deeper with each thrust. Raph could tell Leo was searching for something, and within minutes he felt the finger strike pay dirt.
            Raph groaned as his prostate was massaged. He didn’t want this; not any of it, but his body was responding anyway.
            Mentally kicking himself, Raph played over the scene that had occurred earlier in the evening when he had looked up to find Leo leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom.
            He was damn surprised, and then elated. The last time he had checked on his older brother, he had found that Leo was still asleep in the infirmary.
            Leo shrugged off his remarkable recovery the way he did most things so Raph hadn’t thought much about it. When Leo asked him to come to his room so they could make up for their argument, Raph had gone along without question.
            Now Raph was tied to Leo’s bed and not in a good way. He really wondered if he was meant to survive the night, because apparently this whole thing had been an elaborate set-up.
            If he was going to die by his brother’s hand, Raph was determined to say his piece.
            “Gotta hand it ta ya’ Leo. This is the greatest mind fuck ever. ‘S that what you’re goin’ for? ‘Cause ya’ did it.”
            His only response was a low churr from Leo. Raph should have guessed that his brother would be too focused on dragging an erection from him to bother letting Raph’s words get to him.
            It was working too. Leo knew him too damn well; knew exactly how much pressure to place around Raph’s cock, how fast to go, how often to touch the head and slide across the slit. Raph’s hips lifted in an unconscious effort to force more of himself into Leo’s hand.
            Raph almost broke an ankle yanking his leg back when he felt Leo’s mouth slide over his cock.
            “Oh God Leo, no~o!” Raph called out, horrified by his brothers action.
            Leo was laving the entirety of Raphael’s blood covered dick with unabashed gusto. Raph’s mind fogged over again and he felt his consciousness recede. Seeming to sense this, Leo’s finger pushed against his brother’s prostate.
            “Raphie feed Leo; Leo is hungry for Raphie’s seed,” the singsong voice told him as Leo’s mouth completely covered his cock.
            Head swimming in and out of a daze, Raph knew he couldn’t possibly have heard correctly. Leo could not talk with a mouth full of his brother’s dick.
            Unable to process what was happening enough to fight it, Raph let the feelings flow over him. Leo had added a second finger to his probe, widening Raph an impossible amount and slamming over and over into his prostate.
            Raph’s cock was jumping and twitching, completely beguiled by Leo’s hot mouth and wide tongue. Head back against a pillow, Raph’s eyes were drifting open and closed and he could hear the blood thrumming in his veins. He could swear it sounded as though it was slowing down.
            A second tongue joined the first to wash Raph’s cock in a coordinated dance, one at the base, the other along the top.
            Raph shook his head, conscious enough to know that was impossible. He wanted to protest; wanted to fight, but the slow dripping of his blood as it left his body drained him of the energy.
            For just a moment, Raph worried that Leo’s own particular brand of crazy was rubbing off on him. And then he just didn’t care anymore.
            All he had the energy to be aware of was a gigantic pressure building in his pelvis and he knew he was about to come.
            Leo’s long drawn out churr covered Raph’s cock, vibrating the shaft that was already overly swollen with need. Raph’s hips rocked back and then jumped skyward as he climaxed, his body shaking with the strength of his release.
            Wet slurping sounds filled the room, competing with the whispers coming from the water pipes. Raph’s chest heaved; his extremities now completely numb. He could barely feel what seemed to be multiple tongues licking the sensitive flesh of his spent cock.
            “Leo,” he moaned, “please Leo…save m…”
            His sentence was never finished as Leo’s solid, thick cock drove savagely into Raph’s body.
            The hard, steady slam of Leo’s rhythm rocked Raph’s body across the bed, causing the ropes to wrench more skin from his wrists and ankles. Raph could imagine the skin tearing loose in chunks, but was beyond feeling it.
            Leo groaned with pleasure. “So tight Raph, always so tight. Nobody tops Raph; Raph is the alpha, right brother?”
            Raph couldn’t think of an answer even if he could have spoken. The only feeling that was left in his body was centered at its core, and Leo was punishing it as viciously as he could manage.
            A last loud churr and Leo’s orgasm burned its way into Raph’s sore anal canal. Raph could feel the flood of hot, sticky seed as it swirled and washed into the soft tissues lining his ass.
            Raph felt a small relief as Leo pulled out of him. When he died, it wouldn’t be while his brother was raping him.
            The thought barely left his head when a voice sang to him, “Raphie isn’t finished pleasing Leo.”
            “…the fuck,” Raph managed to mutter before Leo’s hard cock was once again penetrating him.
            A dark chuckle sounded from his left; a dry laugh from his right. And simultaneously, the pounding of Leo’s erection sank into him while Leo sang.
            “Raphie fucks Leo, Leo returns the favor,” it crooned.
            The black of the surrounding room crawled into Raph’s eyes and he lost consciousness.
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            “Raph! Raphael!”
            A voice was screaming at him from a long ways off. Raph was contemplating a really bright white light in the far distance. Every time he approached it though, it moved further away.
            It was pissing him off. If everyone else could play in the light, why couldn’t he?
            The damned annoying yelling was chasing it away. Raph blinked his eyes open so he could give the owner of that voice bloody hell for fucking with him when he was busy.
            Don’s face swam into his line of sight and the nasty words died on Raph’s lips. The look in Don’s eyes started to scare the shit out of him.
            That’s when he realized he could see. At about that same time, he also realized he hurt all over.
            He felt something tugging at his right leg and looked down to see Mikey cutting through the rope that was twisted around his bloody ankle. Raph couldn’t feel the pain there any worse than anywhere else, but he winced regardless.
            Don was removing the ropes that bound his arms overhead. Raph knew that as soon as the circulation started to return, it was going to be fucking painful. If the circulation returned, he amended.
            Raph was starting to remember.
            “Raphael, can you talk?” Don was asking, his soft voice harsh with worry. “What happened to you? Who did this?”
            Trying to speak was a bitch. His throat didn’t want to work, but he desperately needed them to know. Leo might still be lurking someplace and looking for a new target.
            “…eo,” he forced out and tried again, “Leo.”
            “Leo’s okay, Raph. We want to know about you,” Don asked again, tearing a sheet into strips and beginning to bind Raph’s ankles.
            As Don passed some of the strips to Mikey, Raph hoped they were tearing up Leo’s favorite set of sheets.
            “No,” this time the word came out stronger, although Don still had to bend close to catch the word.
            “No, you won’t tell us?” Don’s forehead crinkled in concern. Who could possibly have slipped into the lair while they were gone and done this kind of damage to his brother? And why the shell would he protect them?
            “Leo did this,” Raph croaked out, and then stopped, panting to catch his breath.
            “Raph, that’s not possible,” Don told him.
            Raph started shaking his head, only his strong stubborn streak keeping him determined to tell his story even though he was horribly weak.
            “Leo lured me in here,” Raph insisted.
            He saw Don glance over at Mikey and the odd look on Mikey’s face when he looked back.
            “You’ve lost blood, Raph. Quite a bit of it. You need to rest while I take care of your wounds. I’ll give you a sedative,” Don said.
            “No!” Raph roared suddenly, and then wheezed and fell back against the bed. “Dammit Don, Leo is dangerous. Something happened ta him when he hit his head. He tried ta kill me.”
            “Hallucinations?” Mikey ventured to ask.
            “Fuck ya’ Mikey. I know what happened,” Raph gasped out.
            Don’s hand on his face was gentle as he turned Raph’s head so their eyes could meet.
            “Raph, last night we had to take Leo to Leatherhead’s place. He never regained consciousness after the blow to his head and I noticed a concaved spot on the back of his skull. His brain was bleeding. I don’t have the equipment needed to perform the kind of operation he required. We tried to find you, but you weren’t in your room, or anywhere else in the lair. No one thought to look for you in Leo’s room.”
            Raph squeezed his eyes shut and tried to process what Don had just told him.
            “What…is…is he okay?” Raph asked.
            “I think so. We drained the spot and used up my entire store of blood giving him transfusions, but he appears to be much better. In fact, it was due to him that we’re even here right now,” Don said.
            Mikey appeared next to Raph’s other shoulder. “Dude, the first thing he said when he woke up was ‘save Raph’. We were like totally freaking out. Master Splinter asked him to explain, but all he could say was ‘my room, save Raph’.”
            “Master Splinter told us to high tail it over here while he stayed with Leo,” Don added. “So Leo couldn’t possibly have done this to you.”
            “I don’t understand,” Raph whispered, his head reeling.
            He knew he didn’t tie himself to the bed, and he damn well knew he didn’t rape himself.
            “Raph, don’t you know what happened to you?” Don asked again, softly.
            Raph swallowed thickly, his abused throat aching at the action.
            “No,” he answered.
To be continued……
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