Rating: R (for incest)

Summary: SLASH M/M relationship. Sort switching, emotional distress, inner turmoil.

Chapter 10

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Raphael paced the room, his face reddened, surveying the damage they had caused. He knew that he had almost killed Leonardo, and that was something he would never be able to forgive himself for. Consequences bloodied his brain, and he realised he had lost total control.

Not only had he almost killed one brother, he had almost raped Mikey. Nothing could have stopped him, save The Shredder. He had been totally set in what he had to do - the conquest for Mikey had led to that horrible moment he had lifted himself on top of her, sought to use and take her, sought to dominate, to control, to make her his.

Leonardo's weakness in one moment had ensured his downfall. The moment clarity of the situation hit Leo like a sledgehammer, Raphael made his move. Would have finished the job, too. If it hadn't been for The Shredder.

Who the hell was this Shredder anyway? Why had he turned up at the exact moment of total victory?

Then, the exact same moment of clarity that had hit Leo, hit Raphael. He slumped to the floor - leg still bleeding a little - and started to cry. What the fuck had happened to them? They were acting like animals - without regard for each other.

Mikey triggered something inside of Raphael. An base instinct that knew no control, no love ... only a desire to control.

Understanding the nature of his own feelings, Raphael felt vulnerable and out of control. He would kill them all to have Mikey. He knew there was no line he wouldn't cross to have her.

Picking himself up off the floor, Raphael left the lair. Walked out into the sewer tunnels, and up through a manhole cover into Central Park. He needed time to think.

He couldn't, wouldn't go back. Not until he could control himself around Mikey.

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Mikey was dreaming about a large man in a red cape. He was running after her - and although she tried hard to run away, she seemed to be stuck in mud. She couldn't move. Closer, he came. His face was leering, his expression reddened. She screamed.

Bolting upright and awake, Mikey looked around herself.

Leo was lying beside her. His wounds were all bandaged neatly, his breathing shallow. She looked across at a chair where Donatello was sitting, his wound had also been bandaged. Not as neatly as the job he'd done on Leo, but enough to keep the wound from getting infected.

Mikey sat up and maneouvered off the bed and walked towards Donatello.

Donatello was facing away from them, looking at the wall.

"Donny? You okay?" Mikey put an arm on Donatello's shoulder. His shoulder's were shaking slightly. "Hey, turn around."

Donny reluctantly turned to face Mikey, his eyes sore and red. "What the hell have we become, Mikey?"

Mikey shrugged and smiled a little. "I know what I am. A girl, apparantly. It's not your fault. None of this is."

"But I'm the scientist, Mikey. I should have stopped this happening."

Michaelangelo shook her head. "Not your fault. You couldn't stop this. It just happened."

A groan disturbed them from the bed. Leonardo's eyes were flickering open, and he was in a lot of pain.

"Leo ..." Donatello walked over to the bed and lay an arm on Leo's shoulder. "Stay still. You're very weak."

"Raph ..." Leo croaked, trembling from the pain of his wounds. "What happened?"

Donatello shook his head. "I haven't a clue, Leo. You two need to realise that your still brothers. Stop all this fighting."

Leo nodded a little, wincing. "He really did a number on me."

"If Shredder hadn't gotten him off you, you would have really been turtle soup." Donny smiled, and watched the joke soften his brother's countenance and a small smile form on the bruised lips. Then Leonardo stiffened.

"Shredder? He was here?" Leo gasped.

"Yes, he stopped Raph from doing any more damage. If it wasn't for him ..." Donny drew a breath and left the sentance unfinished.

"Are you and Mikey okay?" Leo asked. His voice was getting weaker with the strain of being conscious.

"We're fine, Leo. Get some rest." Donatello patted Leo's arm, and gestured for Mikey to come and sit beside him.

Watching Leonardo and Mikey hold hands, Donatello felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him. It was hard enough to comprehend what had happened to Mikey, but to feel so intense was disturbing. Shoving the feelings to the back of his mind, Donatello left them both alone in the bedroom. He knew Leonardo would need rest, and Mikey would need time to recover from what could have been a vicious rape.

Donatello sat in the damaged main room, on an unbroken chair, wondering why life had changed so much for them in such little time.

TBC.