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Title: Turtles in Space Rewrite (Worst title ever) Part Two
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Slavery
Pairing: RaphTraximus
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 3,780
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Part Two from the Fic  That Lies Within 

 

Traximus explained his plan to Raphael and the terrapin slowly began to grow a mutual respect for the Triceraton. “You’ve thought this all through, haven’t ya?” Raph asked, impressed as the two walked down a corridor.

           
“I’ve thought about how awful our planet has become enough to realize that we needed change, yes.” Traximus nodded and the two stopped as they passed a few windows displaying into the arena where the Games were held. “Aren’t those your brothers?” Traximus asked, narrowing his eyes at the three green forms running away from the Spasmosaur.

           
“Hey, yeah,” Raph pressed up against the window. “What the shell are they fighting?”

           
“Actually, I believe they are currently running,” Traximus corrected, “But that is the Spasmosaur.”

           
“Come on guys,” Raph growled and banged on the window. “Put some effort into this battle and destroy that thing!” The two watched as the three other turtles ran up a wall and back flipped over the Spasmosaur, causing it to crash right into a wall and end up earning a statue toppling over it. “Yeah, that’s my bros!” Raph cheered excitedly, pumping his fist into the air.

           
“I know where they will end up. Come, Raphael, we shall go and meet with your brothers.” Traximus led Raph down to gladiator pit where the turtles were already greeted by Gruell and the other ‘contestants’ there.

           
“Yo, bros,” Raph waved as he walked into the room ahead of Traximus. “Nice fight back there.”

           
“Raph!” The three other turtles smiled and quickly went over to their brother.

           
“Dude, we couldn’t find you anywhere at the prison or else we would have so been here sooner.” Mikey informed as he gripped his brother’s arm in a hug.

           
“So that’s what took ya all so long.” Raph grinned, “You guys are so lost without me.”

           
“There was the giant monster we were forced to fight as well.” Don informed. “That took some more time.”

           
“What the hell, Traximus?” Gruell growled out as he pointed his whip accusingly at the Triceraton. “Why is your pleasure slave here?”

           
“Pleasure slave?” Leo parroted and quickly latched onto Raph, his hands gripping his brother’s shoulders and forcing their eyes to meet. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

           
“Leo, chill, I’ll explain everything to ya later.” Raph pulled away from his brothers and walked up to Traximus, exaggeratingly shaking his hips from side to side. “It’s Gruell, right? Well listen up, Gruell, Traximus here knows I’m hot stuff and can’t leave me alone for a second, ya know? Needs me around at all times incase he gets that sudden inch fer more of this.” Raph informed with a smirk as he leaned against Traximus.

           
Gruell frowned. “Contain yourselves in my presence or I will gladly punish the both of you.” He growled and turned away, mumbling something to himself about horny pleasure slaves.

           
“Well, that worked,” Raph chuckled and turned back around to his brothers. “Guys, come meet Traximus.” He waved them over. Hesitantly the three other drew closing, casting glances at Traximus.

           
“Ah, Traximus,” Zanramon suddenly appeared in the room, flaked by a few guards, and all the warriors dropped to their knees, except for the turtles. “Just the warrior I was looking for. I see you’ve met our little turtle friends again.” He glared at the turtles and their obvious defiance. “I’d like for you and the other warriors to face off with them tonight, withstanding from the one that is your pleasure slave, of course. And how is your little pleasure slave treating you?”

           
“He is wonderful, thank you, Prime Leader.” Traximus nodded and finally stood from his kneeling position.

           
“Oh yeah, life’s been full of hot and wild sex.” Raph assured as he wrapped around Traximus’s arm and grinned at the leader. “Greatest day of my life so far,”

           
Zanramon narrowed his eyes disbelievingly. “Oh really? Well, that’s wonderful to hear.” He glanced up at Traximus and a tight smile passed over his face. “Good luck with your battle tonight; I know you won’t let me down.”

           
“Of course not, Prime Leader,” Traximus bowed his head and Zanramon nodded, accepting the answer. He turned around and left with his entourage of guards.

           
Gruell cracked his whip in the air and gained the attention of the room. “Listen up, you lowlifes; the Prime Leader expects a good show tonight and I’m gonna make sure you all give one. Time for battle practice,” he hissed. “You three,” he pointed at the turtles, “Will fight everyone else in the room. Go!” He declared and stepped onto his small podium to watch the battle.

           
Traximus frowned and looked down at Raphael. “I wish we could have the time to explain my plan to your brothers. I feel like tonight will be the perfect time to act upon it.”

           
“I’ll explain it to them.” Raph grinned and ran forward, tackling Leo to the floor. “Bro, wrestling match on the ground, ‘kay; I’ve got a plan ta tell ya.” Raph whispered.

           
“I’m listening,” Leo grunted as he turned Raph and pinned him.

           
“Good,” Raph rolled back over and pinned Leo in turn. “Cause Traximus wants ta--”

           
“Traximus, what the hell is your pleasure slave doing?” Gruell growled.

           
“Hey, you said my bros versus everyone in the room. I’m in the room, ain’t I? I’m inclined to battle just as much as the rest of these guys.” Raph grinned. “Besides, if I can occupy Fearless then the rest of these punks won’t be beaten too badly by my other brothers.”

           
“Your pleasure slave has quite the mouth on him, Traximus.” Gruell hissed.

           
“He sure does,” Traximus grinned and Gruell frowned at him.

           
“I don’t wanna know.” Gruell cracked his whip once again. “Just continue this fight already.”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

           
“Leo’s got the message.” Raph informed Traximus. “He’ll pass it on ta the others and then we’re all set fer tonight. Except, we still have ta get me into the arena too. Leo thought that ya could just permit me ta fight if that was allowed.”

           
“It is,” Traximus confirmed as they headed back to their shared room. “But I have to inform Zanramon of it still.” He frowned and looked out of the large glass windows showing into the arena. There were already spectators beginning to enter and fill the seats. “We must hurry to find him before the pre-battle party though.” He informed Raph as he suddenly turned down a hall. “This way,” he beckoned.

           
Raph followed after him through the long hallway as it began to grow more elaborate looking. The reached a set of stairs and once they descended the stairs they were met with a carpeted hallway filled with paintings and plants stationed every now and again. Raph frowned until Traximus explained that they were in the area where the upper class traveled through when they came to watch the games.

           
“Oh,” Raph grunted, “Spoiled upper class if ya ask me.”

           
“I fully agree with you, Raphael.” Traximus smiled and then sobered up as he watched a group of Triceraton guards walk by. “The party has not started yet, it appears.”

           
“Lady Luck might be on our side tonight,” Raph grinned.

           
“That would be very fortunate for us; we will need it for everything to go as we want it to.” Traximus commented.

           
“And how would you like things to go tonight, Traximus the Mighty?” Traximus and Raph both jumped slightly at the voice of Zanramon. The two turned around and Traximus instantly bowed deeply. Raph crossed his arms defiantly but nodded his head in a slight bow; he did want Zanramon’s favor soon. “Rise and answer me,” Zanramon sighed.

           
“Prime Leader, I would like permission for my pleasure slave to be allowed to battle tonight alongside his brothers.” Traximus asked, placing a hand on Raph’s shoulder.

           
“You want to fight against your pleasure slave?” Zanramon’s eyes widened slightly then fell back into shape as a smug expression crossed his face. “Tired of him already, hm? I suppose it would be understandable that he’d like to perish along with his brothers than continue to be fucked by their murderer.” Zanramon shrugged. “Fine then, he may partake in the battle as well.” 

           
“Thank you, Prime Leader,” Traximus bowed once more then stood straight. “We shall leave you to your party then.”

           
"Why leave so soon? If you two are planning on fighting tonight then you'll probably want a chance to say goodbye properly, am I right?" Zanramon smiled widely, showing off his sharp teeth. "Why don't you join the before battle party and be the pre-show entertainment for me and my guests?"

           
"That would be an honor, Prime Leader," Traximus grimaced, his hand subconsciously clenching against Raph’s shoulder. "But unfortunately I am not one for public displays of affection."

           
"Besides," Raph added, "Traximus and I just finished up a moment ago. It's way too soon to--"

           
"Then you are already prepared." Zanramon stated, making Raph's eyes widen. "Good, then they'll be no need for preparation beforehand; it’s rather boring to watch. Besides, with all the passion you two seem to have I'm sure you can get one last round in before your big fight since it will be meant as your last with one another." With that seemingly settled, Zanramon turned around and entered into the room behind him. "I shall announce you two."

           
"What the hell's going on?" Raph grabbed Traximus' arm. "Did he just say we're gonna have sex in front of a large party?"

           
"That is exactly what he said. It’s unfortunately normal entertainment for the upper class," Traximus swallowed and looked down worriedly at Raph. "And we will not be given any preparation time which means he expects me to enter you as you are now."

           
"What?" Raph released Traximus and took a step back. "No way, big boy. You'd fuckin' rip me a new one!"

           
"I am aware of that but if we try to decline it will look suspicious and our plans will be ruined." Traximus grimaced.

           
"Yeah but if ya fuck me I'll be ruined." Raph argued. "Maybe, maybe we can fake it? Or do something else, right?" Raph suddenly thought up, smiling a bit. "There's more to sex than just the fuckin' right? I mean, I could just, like, blow ya, or something?" He added hesitantly. He was not really fond of the idea of blowing someone in front of a group of on-looking dinosaurs.

           
"They will expect penetration," Traximus replied. “It is the only form of entertainment for them.”

           
"Well tough shit for them! I am not going to be fuckin' taken in front of all of those high and mighty dinosaur heads, no offense." He added and Traximus nodded. "It's just, first times are supposed to be special and all that, ya know?" Raph murmured, glaring down at the floor as though it was at fault.

           
"I understand," Traximus nodded calmly. "Perhaps we can fake it if we simply perform frottage."

           
"What the hell is that?" Raph asked a confused expression on his face.

           
Traximus smiled endearingly down at the young turtle. "It's when we rub against each other until we both come. If I am on top, I can block view of you and still do the thrusting motions expected out of penetration."

           
“So it looks like yer banging me but yer just rubbing up against me?” Raph asked for clarity.

           
“Exactly,” Traximus nodded.

           
“Isn’t anyone in the upper class gonna be offended though?” Raph questioned, hoping for some kind of out still.

           
“Why would they be offended?” Traximus asked.

           
“Well, we’re both guys,” Raph reminded. “On Earth a lot of ‘upper class’ type of people are also homophobes. Shell, even the lower class people are offended by two people of the same gender bein’ together.”

           
“We are a species of one gender here,” Traximus explained. Raph’s eyes widened and he was about to open his mouth when a Triceraton guard poked his head out of the party room.

           
"Traximus, you and your pleasure slave may enter now." He informed the two then entered back into the room, leaving the doors wide open. The party room looked dark and foreboding.

           
"Are you ready?" Traximus asked. Raph gulped and grabbed Traximus' hand for moral support.

           
"Like I have a choice," he inhaled deeply. "Here goes nothing." They both stepped into the room and stared. The room was filled with Triceratons, some of them in armor and others in dress robes.

           
“I present to you the undefeated champion of the games, Traximus the Mighty and his pleasure slave.” Zanramon’s voice boomed over the guests. They all stopped their idle chatter to turn and stare at Traximus’ bulking form in the doorway and Raph’s much smaller figure beside him. The Triceratons began to murmur quietly to themselves.

           
Traximus and Raph were still holding hands until Traximus pulled his arm away as he bowed briefly to the guests then headed toward the raised platform where Zanramon was sitting. He bowed to the prime leader and whispered something to him. Zanramon looked displeased but nodded. Traximus bowed once more than returned to stand next to Raph. He grabbed Raph’s hand once more and led him to the large bed in the middle of the room. There was no headboard it was simply a large, round bed with a sheet thrown over it.

             
Raph frowned when Traximus nudged him onto the bed but he crawled onto it and sat down, staring at Traximus worriedly. “Relax, I informed Zanramon of your age and nervousness. We shall not be forced to wear microphones so our conversation can still be our own.”

           
“What am I supposed ta do though?” Raph asked, glancing around. Everyone had gone quiet once more and was staring straight at them. It was rather nerve wracking. “Can I still broadcast my threats ta all of them?” He asked, grinding his teeth together.

           
“I am afraid not,” Traximus smile and straddled Raph, cupping his face and rubbing his thumb gently along Raph’s cheek. “None of them have ever seen you or your brothers before; they are curious to how you work. Honestly, I must admit I rather interested as well.”

           
Raph’s face heated and he swallowed. “Um, I, kind of, drop down. Oh, shell, and I churr.” Raph groaned and pressed a hand to his face. “Fuck, I don’t wanna do this,” he moaned miserably.

           
“We have no other choice.” Traximus frowned, “I am very sorry but I fear that--”

           
“Yeah, yeah,” Raph interrupted. “I understand, it’s fine. Let’s just get this over with before the crowd gets angry fer us takin’ too long.”

           
“They expect it to be a long show,” Traximus informed. “It usually takes a while for first time performers to become comfortable enough in front of a crowd.”

           
“So we can take our sweet time?” Raph sighed happily and actually smiled a little. “That’s a relief. I thought--”

           
Raph’s eyes widened as Traximus pressed his mouth against Raph’s beak, breaking his sentence off. The Triceraton pulled away. “I apologize but we honestly can’t be too slow.”

           
“Don’t apologize,” Raph licked his beak and glanced up at Traximus. “That was nothin’ ta be sorry about.” He assured with a grin. Traximus smiled back and ducked his head down to lick at Raph’s neck. Raph hummed happily and gasped when Traximus bit lightly at his neck. “Try not ta leave a mark or else my brothers might kill ya.”

           
Traximus chuckled but pulled away from Raph’s neck to trail his tongue down to Raph’s collar bone, trailing over it with his tongue. Raph leaned his head back father to give Traximus more area to work with. He inhaled sharply as he felt Traximus’ hand rubbing at the lower plates on his plastron.

           
Then he began to churr. The noise seemed to echo in the room, intensifying the sound. “What is that?” Traximus asked a bit alarmed.

           
“That’s,” Raph groaned and lied down on the bed as he tried to hide his face in the mattress. “It’s what turtles do, okay? It’s called churring and it’s fuckin’ embarrassing.” He frowned and his face grew warmer as he glanced at a few of the Triceratons watching. They seemed on the verge of laughter.

           
“I think it’s a beautiful noise,” Traximus whispered to him. Raph blinked and moved his head to look up at Traximus he smiled and leaned back up to press their mouths together.

           
Raph grunted and pulled away. “Aiming’s a bitch,” he complained, earning a chuckle from Traximus. “How did ya do it before?”

           
“I tilted my head like this,” Traximus demonstrated, meeting Raph’s beak once more. He opened his mouth and trailed his tongue against Raph’s mouth, making him respond eagerly and meet his tongue with his own.

           
Traximus pulled away and glanced down between them to see Raph’s erection pressing against his thigh. He smiled and Raph’s face heated once more with a blush. “I told ya it just drops down,” he reminded.

           
“Yes, well I’m just glad that you seem to be enjoying yourself.” Traximus reached between them and carefully gripped Raph’s member, earning a gasp from the terrapin. He stroked up and down the organ and was delighted to hear Raph’s churring get louder and louder as the motion was repeated. Traximus used the turtle’s distraction to pull off his pants but left the rest of his armor on since Raph was still wearing his own gear,

           
“Yeah, ya know, maybe we could do this again sometime?” Raph suggested, “Without a crowd though,” he glanced around at the onlookers.

           
“I almost forgot that they were here,” Traximus admitted as he pressed his own erection against Raph’s. “I usually do forget when an audience is present.”

           
Raph blinked, “You’ve done this before?”

           
“Before I became a warrior, yes,” Traximus brought his hand up and licked it. “I was quite the performer too. Let’s see if I can still make them all believe we’re having intercourse.” He grinned and palmed Raph’s cock with his moist hand. Raph moaned and his head fell back in pleasure.

           
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned happily. Traximus grinned and moved his hand lower, stroking Raph’s tail. Raph shuddered and he looked up at Traximus.

           
“Move closer to me,” Traximus instructed and Raph nodded, sliding closer so that Traximus’ thighs were tight against his own thighs. “Wrap your arms around my neck and look pained for a moment,” Raph nodded and brought his hands up as Traximus ducked down a bit for him.

           
“Ah, shit,” Raph groaned, scrunching up his face. Traximus nuzzled his throat.

           
“That was good,” he murmured against Raph’s throat. Raph smiled briefly then thrust his hips, making his erection brush against Traximus’.

           
“I’d like fer it ta be better,” He hinted with a smirk, earning another chuckle from the Triceraton. Then Traximus moved his hips and Raph gasped at the feel of the other’s large organ rubbing against his own. Traximus gripped Raph’s sides and moved against him again. They began rutting, frantically rubbing against one another as Raph panted loudly and Traximus grunted in pleasure.  

           
“Please,” Raph gasped, “I’m so close,” he whispered desperately.

           
Traximus’ tail snaked in between them and wrapped around both of their cocks as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. The added friction was all it took to take Raph over the edge. He shouted as he came, wrapping his arms tighter around Traximus as his body tensed with his release.

           
Raph’s seed lubricated Traximus’ tail and the feel helped Traximus reach his own peak as well. The Triceraton shuddered with his climax and groaned loudly.

           
The two remained as they were, panting heavily against one another, for a few moments. Raph tucked his head against Traximus’ neck and smiled as his eyes closed briefly. Then his eyes shot open when the room was suddenly filled with clapping and cheering.  

           
Traximus quickly dragged his tail lower and trailed it around the base of Raph’s tail, making the turtle gasp at the feel of cum being smeared in such a sensitive place. “To help convince them,” Traximus whispered and then pulled away from Raph when the terrapin dropped his hands away from his neck.

           
Raph lied back on his shell and glanced down at himself. His cock was tucked away but there was still the cum on his plastron as proof of all the activities he had just performed. He couldn’t believe he had actually just done his first sexual activity with someone and in front of a crowd to boot.

           
Traximus wiped himself down with a corner of the sheet and then ran the sheet over Raph’s plastron and down to his entrance to clean the sperm he had smeared there. He smiled at Raphael and received a smile in return.

           
“Wonderful performance,” Zanramon praised loudly, breaking the two of their afterglow. “You may now leave to prepare for the battle.”

           
“Thank you, Prime Leader,” Traximus bowed and picked up Raph. Raph’s eyes widened and he tensed in the Triceraton’s arms. “I am sorry but I figured you wouldn’t want to limp out of the room and that would destroy our setup.” Traximus explained once they were back in the hallway. Traximus placed Raph back on the ground and the turtle smiled.

           
“Yeah, I would have probably forgotten about that and blown everything.” Raph agreed. “After all, that thing yer hiding behind those shorts; I think I’d be limping fer quite some time after a ride on that.”

           
Traximus chuckled and shook his head at the youngling. “We should go prepare to meet with your brothers.”

           
“Right,” Raph nodded and followed after the larger male as they walked down the stairs and headed back towards their room to grab Raph’s Sais. “Traximus,” Raph stopped the Triceraton before they reached the bottom of the stairs.

           
“Yes, Raphael?” Traximus stopped and turned around to look at the other.

           
“I wasn’t lying about what I said back there.” Raph informed. “I do wanna try more with ya so we better succeed with your plan. And if ya die I swear I’ll kick yer ass.”

           
Traximus smiled reassuringly. “I promise, Raphael, my plan won’t fail. And we will meet again.”

           
“Good,” Raph ducked his head sheepishly then looked up and beamed at the other as he ran down the last of the steps and punched Traximus in the shoulder and continued to run past him. “Last one ta the room has dinosaur breath.” He called as he ran down the hallway laughing.

           
Traximus smirked and ran after the young terrapin. He knew that Raph wasn’t lying and he wasn’t either; they would meet again. He was going to make sure of it.