Chapter Title: Darker Than Me
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Not too graphic Non-con and torture
Pairings: Mikey!darkClone/Leo!darkClone, Raph!darkClone/Mikey, Don!darkClone/Don, Raph/Leo
Chapter Summary: Mikey's getting along with Rafieo and the others, until he finds out what Don is going through.

A.N. So, I got a lot of comments about people asking why Mikey's getting off so lucky. Why would you guys think I would really give Mikey an okay time? grin Seriously, our poor, lovable poor will get his soon. Not this chapter, but still, soon.

Raph sighed as he continued to pace outside of the designated sick bay. He couldn’t stop worrying about Leo. Which made him feel guilty. He knew that he should be just as equally worried about Mikey and Don, if not even more so worried about them. He had no idea what those clones were capable of. What if they were torturing them for information? What if Darius had ordered them to kill Mikey and Don?

But would they really kill Mikey and Don? It had seemed like their plan wasn’t really one of Darius’s acts of revenge so maybe they had stopped working for him? Plus, they seemed to be intent on having Mikey and Don which meant they probably didn’t want to kill them.

Still, they were willing to kill Leo. Would they be willing to kill Mikey and Don if they didn’t cooperate? Why did those two clones even want just those two? Was it because they were the weakest or the youngest? Or was it something more personal?

Raph knew that his clone had his memories from the time he was captured. His clone had mocked Raph’s crush on Leo. Which is probably why they used Leo to control Raph’s choice, knowing that he wouldn’t let Leo get hurt despite what old Fearless himself would have done.

“Damn it,” Raph swore allowed and punched the wall, making some painting that was hanging on it to fall off and hit the floor, shattering the glass covering it. “Fuck,” he swore again.

“Raphael,” Splinter finally emerged from the sick bay and Raph dropped the piece of glass he had picked up, quickly deciding that he would clean it up later. He needed to know how Leo was doing first.

“How is he?” Raph asked, cutting straight to the point. “Is he gonna be alright?”

“Leonardo will be fine, my son.” Splinter smiled. “You may see him now if you wish. I believe he might still be awake if Cody has not given him a sedative yet.”

Raph quickly hurried past his father and ran to Leo’s bedside. “Leo, yer okay, right?” He asked as his eyes took in his brother’s state.

“The others,” Leo’s eyes were hazy, showing that he had just been sedated. “Raph, we have to save,” his eyes closed, “the others.” He sighed and was quickly out once more.

Raph looked up to Cody and before he could ask anything Cody began to answer his questions. “He has two bruised ribs, four stitches on his upper right arm, and a slight concussion. Whoever he was fighting knew where to aim on you guys to get the most affective and damaging results. But after a few days rest and a lot of medicine, Leo will be as good as new.”

“Thanks, Cody.” Raph sat down in the chair provided by Leo’s side. “I’m just gonna sit here for a while and watch over him, ‘kay?”

“That’s fine, Raph.” Cody smiled sadly and left them alone. Raph reached for his brother’s hand and gripped it tightly in his own as his thoughts wondered back to Mikey and Don as he watched the moon shine over the city.

“Wakey, wakey, Donatello.” Don shook his head, trying to elude the awful smell that seemed to be following him. “Come now, I was actually trying to be nice and wake you with this simple smelling salt instead of any of the alternatives I could have thought up of.” Don moaned and cracked an eye open reluctantly. “There now, see, that’s not so bad.” The smelling salt was tossed into the trash. “If you could actually stay awake now, for more than a few minutes, then I might actually let you have some something to eat, seeing as it is breakfast time.”

Don frowned, his brow creasing as he blinked at his capturer for a few blessed, confused moments as he tried to remember what was going on. He stretched his legs and everything came back to him in that painful moment as his eyes widened and he hissed at the burning sensation between his legs.

Chuckling softly, Donald gently drew a finger down Don’s face. “I love watching as the realization washes over your features, Donatello.” He leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to Don’s forehead. “Almost as much as I love hearing you scream. Such a set of lungs,” he grinned and hummed to himself as he strolled over to the table that Don already was anticipating meant horrid pain. Donald picked up a scalpel and a glass slide used for microscopes.

“Just a simple blood sample for now,” Donald explained. “And then our morning fuck session.” He grinned. “I want to see how raw your insides are and find out if they still burn as much every time I penetrate you.” He quickly sliced at Don’s upper arm and the turtle gasped in surprise and pain. “Oh please, this is ‘merely a flesh wound.’” Donald chuckled. “The Black Knight certainly is an unforgettable character, hm? I was actually surprised when I received that particular memory.” Donald discussed casually as he pressed down around the cut, getting the blood to drip down onto the glass slide. “I never would have expected that Monty Python and the Holy Grail was your favorite movie.

“It’s unusual, really, that my memories from you are actually more like simple facts that no one seemed to know about you. Rafieo has memories from Raphael’s first word to his crush on your brother, Leonardo, in his head, Leon can recall every single kata your brother had memorized, and Michael can’t recall anything but I’m not surprised by that, since he was the accident.” Donald sighed as two drops of blood finally collected onto his slide. He placed the slide back on the table and stretched his arms over his head. “But I can’t seem to recall the first time you used your bo-staff or even just an afternoon spent in your old home. But ask me your favorite book, color, food; I know it all. I have all the facts on you, Donatello, but I want so much more.

“Sure,” Donald cocked his head to the side as he stared down at Don. “Facts are wonderful and important, but the two imbeciles I’m suppose to call brothers got to have a childhood through your brothers’ memories. Not me. I got gypped, to put it plainly, and I’m not happy about it. So I’m going to figure out why I got this sort of treatment.”

Donald began to stroke Don’s quaking thighs as he eased them open, even as Don tried to clench them close. “Please feel free to ask any questions you might have. After all, the purpose of you being here is to learn about me by learning about you. Anything you might want to contribute will help the process go along smoothly.”

“What does screwing me have to teach you about yourself?” Don bit out, no longer able to hold his tongue back at the opportunity. He narrowed his eyes and pondered if the punishment would be worth kicking Donald in the face.

“Well, I’ll learn that I’m narcissistic,” Donald chuckled. “Plus, even though the main reason is to discover myself, I do have to admit that I’m rather obsessed with you too. The way you sound,” Donald pulled Don’s legs open abruptly, receiving a squeak of surprise from him. “The way you smell,” Donald leaned down and breathed deeply into Don’s neck as he turned his head away. “And not to mention the way you feel,” With a devious grin, Donald thrust into Don, aggravating his already torn insides and causing Don to scream bloody murder once again, begging for mercy from a merciless being.

Mikey had to admit that sharing a bed with Rafieo, knowing that the larger clone had a crush on him, was top on the list of the most awkward things he had ever been through. Especially since Rafieo’s bed was kind of too small for him alone. Rafieo had suggested that he could sleep on his side but Mikey had voiced his concern of Rafieo rolling over onto him and crushing him into pieces, although he didn’t exactly say that. Okay, so he had, but in a joking matter so he wouldn’t hurt the big guys feelings too much.

They had eventually determined that the best sleeping conditions was for Mikey to sleep on top of Rafieo.

If Rafieo wasn’t so surprisingly warm and comfortable, then Mikey would have slept on the floor. Instead, Rafieo had fallen asleep with a smile on his face shortly after they had climbed into bed and Mikey had actually thought that the giant, red turtle looked cute when he was that peaceful.

Luckily, Mikey had woken up first, which eliminated the awkward waking up knowing that Rafieo had been watching him sleep thing. Mikey had kept himself amused in Rafieo’s room while Rafieo continued to slumber. He had contained himself enough to not pull any pranks on the sleeping turtle for fear that he was as bad tempered as Raph was in the morning.

Surprisingly, Rafieo had woken up cheerfully and asked what Mikey wanted to do. “Um, breakfast, preferably.” Mikey had responded which had caused Rafieo to offer making eggs. And then burning them to a crisp, actually, something past crispy, more like into an ashy state of not-eggs.

So, Mikey had grabbed a different pan, one that looked brand new, and started to cook his special Mikey scrambled eggs, consisting of eggs, tad amount of milk for a creamer flavor, cheese for texture, and peppers for a contrast. Luckily they had peppers. Rafieo had commented on Donald eating peppers like normal people ate apples which didn’t surprise Mikey too much since Donnie did the same thing, though he’d never understand how someone could like peppers that much.

“Wow, something smells good and it’s actually coming from our kitchen for once.” Michael bounded into the room, tongue out and dribbling drool down his neck.

“Michael, you’re drooling again,” Leon commented as he walked into the main room after his boyfriend. “And I wouldn’t trust whatever you smell; your clone’s cooking and we all know how good of a cook you aren’t.”

“Cooking skills is just another thing Michael didn’t get from Mikey,” Rafieo growled. “Mikey’s a wonderful cook, I got memories of it, plus he made me a killer sandwich last night.”

“Making a sandwich is not cooking,” Leon debated as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Besides, I have a particular memory of Mikey screaming that something was on fire and running away from the stove.”

Mikey frowned at that comment and wondered if that was the time he had first burnt his special Mikey scrambled eggs. Or maybe that was the time he was trying to teach Raph how to cook. Or it could have been the time Leo was supposedly cooking since it was Leo’s memories that the clone was recalling and Leo ended up burning everything that he made. Except for tea because Mikey was pretty sure it just wasn’t possible to burn tea; if it was, Leo probably would have.

“Well he’s doing a better job than we could,” Rafieo argued back to Leon. “His eggs still look like eggs.”

Michael looked at Leon and shrugged. “I’ll eat anything at least once. Maybe twice if it doesn’t actually kill me the first time and tastes kind of good.” He took the bar stool next to Rafieo at the counter and sat down, grinning.

“Is that why you took two bites out of that old shoe?” Leon asked as he frowned and took the seat next to Michael at the end. Michael only continued to grin as an answer as he finally wiped the drool off of himself.

“Wait a minute,” Rafieo stared at his brothers. “Who said Mikey was gonna make you guys eggs? He doesn’t have to—”

“Rafieo, it’s fine, really,” Mikey grinned as he turned around and displayed the multiple plates already in his hands. “I figured that I’d be cooking for everyone anyway. Besides, I’m really only cooking for one more. I always cooked for my bros and my sensei back at home. So your bros plus Donnie is nothing,” He gave each clone their plate, filled with the scrambled eggs and other ingredients.

“Man, this looks eatable!” Michael commented and then began to shovel the eggs into his mouth using his hands. Leon sighed but began to eat as well, though he opted for a fork, trying to be a bit more civilized nowadays.

Mikey had to make a comment about that. “Well, look who’s over eating everything in sight.” Mikey grinned playfully. “And I knew you were lying when you said you guys fight for food.”

“Actually, we just currently stopped fighting for food because we figured we can just steal some more.” Leon shrugged. “Besides, I learned something from staying with you and your brothers.”

“Yeah, like your ‘secret’ plant fetish.” Michael rolled his eyes as he made the quote signs in the air with his fingers. “I swear those plants see more action from you than I do.” He mumbled as he stuffed another handful of eggs into his mouth.

Mikey opted not to comment about Leo’s ‘secret’ candle fetish. “Um, should I just leave Don’s and his clone’s eggs on the stove so they don’t get cold? Or should I go see if they’re awake and hungry now?” Mikey asked as he picked up his own plate, ready to finally start eating.

Rafieo swallowed the mouthful he had then responded, only for his words to be covered by a blood curdling scream as it echoed throughout the lair. Mikey’s eyes went wide as he dropped his plate, causing it to shatter into pieces and cause ceramic and eggs to mix on the floor. When the scream died down, his hands were still shaking.

“Mikey?” Rafieo asked, frowning as he looked at the turtle. He looked like he had seen something as scary as an army of zombie Shredders. “Mikey, are you okay?”

“That’s Donnie,” Mikey had tears welling up in his eyes as he began to blink rapidly. “That’s Donnie screaming. Why is he screaming? What is your brother doing to him?” Mikey turned accusing eyes to the three clones and all of them froze.

Michael gulped down his bite and pushed his plate away even though there were still eggs on it. He just didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Donald isn’t like us.” He glanced at Leon and Rafieo then looked back at Mikey when neither of them met his eyes. “He’s, um, darker, and not just his color. It’s like his whole attitude or something in his head.”

“What’s he doing to Donnie?” Mikey asked again, desperately. None of the clones seemed willing to answer and Mikey, frustrated by their lack of responses, rushed towards where he could still hear faint screams coming from.

“Mikey, wait!” Rafieo called after him and, from previous experience from the day before, he pushed away from the counter and dashed after him, knowing that Mikey wouldn’t stop.

Hurrying towards the screams, Mikey saw images flash through his mind. Mind controls, torture tools, and a bunch of electronic devices that promised pain and that he was sure he’d never seen before except in those old mad scientist movies. Mikey ran faster, actually too fast, as he ran past Donald’s door and was forced to stumble to a halt, turn around and bash into the door.

“What are you—” Mikey’s voice caught in his throat as he watched Donald ram into Don’s smaller, shuddering body, forcing another scream out of Don. “D--Donnie,” Mikey whimpered as he stared, his eyes wide, as Donald stopped moving and simply panted as he turned his head to the side and glared at the interruption.

However, Mikey was staring at Don. Don’s face was flushed from screaming and he couldn’t stop the tears constantly running down his face. “Mikey,” Don’s voice was soft and scratchy due to his irritated throat.

Mikey jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up and relaxed a bit when he saw that it was Rafieo. Rafieo was like Raph so surely he wouldn’t let Donald hurt Don anymore. Mikey had learned that Rafieo wasn’t really a bad guy so he would help him fight Donald and rescue Donnie.

“It looks like your pet got off of his leash.” Donald growled as his arms, holding Don’s legs spread open, started to tremble from the pent up desire to move. He was incased in tight heat and he wanted the wonderful friction that came with it.

“Yeah,” Rafieo replied weakly, disgusted in himself and Donald as he ducked his head. He knew that Donald was deeply disturbed, they all knew it, but he didn’t want to know what his brother was doing to Mikey’s brother.

Mikey was shocked. There was no outrage, no accusations; there was barely even any disgust in Rafieo’s voice. Wasn’t Rafieo going to be the knight in shining armor or the superhero in clingy tights and rescue Don?

“If he ever comes into my room again don’t expect me to let him go in the same condition, understand?” Donald threatened.

“Right,” Rafieo started to drag Mikey out of the room. Mikey looked back at Don desperately but Don had turned his head to the other side so that he wouldn’t have to look at his brother. “Sorry,” Rafieo mumbled. Mikey wasn’t sure if it was aimed at him, Donald, or Don.

“You won’t get away with this!” Mikey shrieked as he grabbed onto the doorframe and tried to pull out of Rafieo’s hold. “You’re going to pay for hurting Donnie! When Raph and Leo get here you’re going to wish you’d never touched him!” Mikey sobbed as Rafieo continued to pull him out of the room with ease and close the door, blocking Mikey from seeing anything further.

Mikey’s shoulders began to shake as he continued to sob. A moment after the door was closed, Don began to scream again, indicating that Donald had started moving once more.

Rafieo continued to lead Mikey away from the door. Mikey ducked his head down and continued to sob as he walked blindly with Rafieo down the dark hallway. As soon as the light from the main room hit him, he whirled around and started to pound on Rafieo’s plastron, knowing that he wasn’t hurting Rafieo in the slightest.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mikey demanded as he continued to pound his fists frantically. “He’s raping him and you’re not gonna do anything about it!” Mikey stopped hitting and began to bawl. He tossed his head back and sobbed freely into the air until Rafieo wrapped his arms around his small, quaking frame.

Mikey smothered his cries into Rafieo’s plastron and simply allowed himself to be held as he let out his frustration. Rafieo felt his own eyes begin to water as he held onto Mikey, seeing and hearing his pain. He glanced up and watched as Leon directed Michael out of the room. He was grateful that his brother knew that this situation was better if they were alone.

“Wow,” Michael sat down on Leon’s bed and looked at his boyfriend as he began to pace back and forth in his room. “Did you ever imagine Donald as a rapist? I mean, sure,” Michael offered a weak smile and shrugged his shoulders. “He’s threatened me before with stuff like that. But I wasn’t really too worried about it.” Leon frowned and stopped pacing as he glanced at Michael.

“Now that I think about it though, the only reason I wasn’t worried was because I knew you’d protect me, not because I thought he wasn’t capable of it. Cause he obviously is capable of it.” Michael frowned. “He’s capable of a lot of bad things, huh?”
“Yes, Michael, but that’s not our concern. Everything that Donald is capable of he’ll be doing it to Donatello.” Leon sat down next to Michael.

“Yeah, but he use to do it to me.” Michael looked up as Leon cupped his face.

“Not anymore, Michael,” Leon promised. “He won’t touch you anymore.”