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aloneindarknes7Title: The Master
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Hinting at Noncon, although it isn't written, and AU
Pairing: Mikey/Raph
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: R
Word Count: 765
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: Based off of
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blules picture found here.
He’d been in control for what seemed like forever. Time had blended in his mind; time didn’t seem to actually happen when one was immortal. Only events stood out. Like the event of being brought another like him.
Raphael was aware that he looked different than the others that he had transformed but he never really questioned it before. He was supposed to be different than them, he was different; he was stronger, better; he was the master. But when his subjects brought in their catch for the night, he had never expected to see another like himself.
The green skin, the three fingers; he was so similar to himself. The other had stared up at him and dared to utter his name. “Raph,” the other frowned and looked him up and down. “What’s happened to you?”
“Who are you?” Raphael demanded to know as he slowly circled the creature. He looked at the other as it was forced on its knees. “How do you know my name?”
“You’re my bro, my brother, Raphie. You’ve been gone for four years.” The creature explained, craning his neck over his shoulder to flash his blue eyes at Raphael. “Don’t you remember me?”
“No, I remember nothing of my previous life. I am only what you see before you now.” Raphael declared.
“You’ve changed,” the other sighed. “You even lost your accent, dude. The tattoos,” he muttered, “and the scar over your eye, what happened?”
“A battle long ago now, when I overthrew the last master and took this clan over for myself.” Raphael smirked and bent down in front of the other. He could smell the subtle hint of fear now that he was on level with the other. “And as master, I make all decisions. Now tell me, what is your name?”
“Mikey,” he responded quietly, his eyes glittering with hidden fear. “Well, Michelangelo, but you always called me Mikey.”
Raphael nodded and reached out, gently cradling Mikey’s face with one hand. His thumb rubbed at Mikey’s cheek bone and Raphael smiled. “You shall be mine and mine alone now, Mikey.” He glared up at the two minions that had brought Mikey in and they bowed and left, understanding the order.
“Are you,” Mikey gulped, “Are you going to turn me into a vampire too?”
“No, at least, not now,” Raphael decided. “I am content with how you are at the moment. Though I will feed off of you from time to time,” he replied easily.
“Won’t that kill me?” Mikey frowned and shuffled on his knees.
“Living beings are capable to replace their lost blood after so many weeks, depending on how much blood we take from them.” Raphael explained as he trailed his hand down around Mikey’s neck and thumbed his racing pulse. It was odd how Mikey seemed so calm on the outside yet his hints of fear betrayed him. “Keeping the living alive provides more food for us and is an easy enough task. Besides, my minions have informed me that a warm, living body is more enjoyable for what I have planned for you.” Raphael’s mouth curved upward into an eerie smile.
Mikey shuddered at the smile on his lost brother’s face. Even though it was Raph, the creature before him was so different than the brother he had lost four years ago. He dared to ask, “What are you going to do with me?”
Raphael’s hand on his throat stroked down, possessively over his plastron and settled down over the slit concealing his cock. Mikey closed his eyes and ducked his head down with a whimper. He had feared as much.
The hand on him continued to move down until it was between his legs, prodding at his tender flesh. Mikey’s head was tilted to the side and he felt fangs scrape against his neck. Mikey gasped and tried to squirm away only to feel a strong hand on the back of his head, holding him still.
“Please, not all at once.” Mikey begged. He couldn’t handle being a feeding instrument and a source of pleasure all at once. It was too much.
“It is necessary.” Raphael explained, his mouth moving against Mikey’s neck. “I need your blood to course through me to be able to interact in such a way.” Raphael licked at Mikey’s pulse and moved away to blow on the skin. “It will sting for a moment but this shall be an easier situation for you if you do not struggle.”
With that said, Mikey closed his eyes and tried to brace himself for his immediate future.
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Date: 2009-03-23 01:51 am (UTC)Oh, nuts. I think you gave me a bunny for DC's challenge.
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Date: 2009-03-23 08:00 pm (UTC)Well, DC will be happy to hear that!~
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:51 am (UTC)skipped college just so can i read this ><
join the begging ><"
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Date: 2009-03-23 08:02 pm (UTC)Oh goodness, don't skip college! It'll be waiting here for you to read after.
Sequel is on it's way!~
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:14 pm (UTC)GOD WANT!!!
Please continue!!! Please!!!
ME
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Date: 2009-03-23 07:17 pm (UTC)hope to see more soon!
*needs a TMNT icon, all I've got are TFs*
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Date: 2009-03-23 08:03 pm (UTC)*go to tmnt_icons*