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Title: The End
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: OT4
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 6,712
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: This is the last of Vampire!Raph which you can read from start to finish here. It takes place right after The Favorite.

 

Raphael growled as he watched his two pets glare at each other from the opposite sides of the room. Leonardo and Michelangelo both still held a vendetta against one another, even though they had been punished for such behavior for four nights in a row. They were forced to stand a room width apart from one another until trusted again and neither of them had permission to touch Raphael.

“Donatello,” Raphael looked to his side where his obedient pet stood. “You are allowed to go enjoy yourself tonight. Go out and pick your own dinner but return to me well before sunrise with a scrap for me as well so I can properly reward your good behavior.” Raphael purred as he brushed his thumb across Donatello’s cheek. Rewarding Donatello and him only was another punishment for the two.

Donatello leaned into the touch. “Yes, Master, thank you.” He bowed lowly and then walked slowly out of the room. He threw two sad looks at his siblings as he passed them but kept his steady pace.

“Michelangelo, Leonardo, come.” Raphael commanded with a crook of his finger. His two pets were at his sides instantly, both looking at him, waiting to get back into his favor. Raphael sighed and placed his hands under both of their chins.

“You fight for no reason, my pets. I care for each of you equally.” Raphael paused for a moment as he studied the two. “Perhaps I haven’t shown it too well though. That is my mistake, pets, but from now on I will treat you all the same as long as you all treat each other well. And obey me, but that goes without saying.” The two nodded in agreement, forever the loyal servants. “I want the two of you to--”

“Master Raphael,” a lowly vampire ducked his head into the room.

“What?” Raphael hissed, his eyes glowing dangerously. He did not like to be interrupted.

“Forgive me for any interruptions, Master, but we have some news that may be of interest to you.” The servant announced.

Raphael sighed. “Very well,” he looked at the turtles. “I will be right back after I handle this disturbance.” He briskly walked out of the room, a little hesitant to leave the two alone.

Michelangelo smiled as he turned to Leonardo. “He said my name first.” Michelangelo bragged with a wide grin.

Leonardo narrowed his eyes. “Master just finished explaining we are equals in his eyes and yet you’re trying to continue with your stupid idea that he likes you more.”

“He only said all of that so you would quit being envious of me and we can move on with our afterlives. I am still his favorite and you know it. I am the only one allowed to touch Master whenever I please, even when we’re out hunting.” Michelangelo reminded happily.

“The last few days have proved that wrong.” Leonardo smirked cruelly.

Michelangelo seethed and hissed angrily. “That’s only because you’ve angered Master so much.”

“I’ve angered Master?” Leonardo growled. “How dare you accuse me of that? You are the one who has angered Master; you started this fight.”

“And I’ll end it too.” Michelangelo threatened, “Because I honestly don’t want you to spend the rest of our endless days living in such denial. I will prove to you that I am Master’s favorite, even if all the evidence prior doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Leonardo’s eyes widened with anger. “I will,” he started and then his eyes widened before he shook his head and took a step back from Michelangelo. He bowed lowly to the other. “I concede.” He stated simply.

Michelangelo blinked and stared. “What?” He gawked, confused by the sudden surrender.

“You are right; Master favors you more than me. I cannot deny that which is truth any longer.” Leonardo straightened again and stared at Michelangelo, waiting for him to make the next move.

He didn’t expect to suddenly have arms wrapped around his neck and a body pressed against him. Then again, with Michelangelo suddenly showing him the cold shoulder the last few days, he had forgotten that his brother loved to touch at any given chance. “I am so glad we can stop fighting and that you’ve seen the light, Leonardo.” Michelangelo grinned widely as he squeezed his comrade’s neck.

“Unless you are trying to crush Leonardo’s windpipe, Michelangelo, I am going to speculate that you two have settled your differences.” Raphael returned to the room with a grin on his face, surprised but glad to see that his pets had worked things out for themselves.

“Yes,” Leonardo nodded and brought one hand up to pat Michelangelo’s shell. “We will not fight again, Master. We both know our places now.”

Michelangelo released his hold around the other but his smile stayed put. “That’s right,” he agreed. “And to celebrate, we should be allowed to go out hunting so we could bring you back something more than the scrap Donatello is getting you.”

“Oh,” Raphael asked with a smile as he crossed his arms over his plastron. “You believe that your good behavior should be rewarded even though I expect it out of you two?”

“I just wish to be outside again, Master.” Michelangelo whined. “We’ve both been caged up in here for the last few days. Please let us go out and play?”

“What do you think, Leonardo?” Raphael looked to the other. “Do you deserve night privileges again?”

“It would test us to see if we’re really ready to work as a team again, Master.” Leonardo commented. “Although I can assure you that we will.”

“I’ll watch Leonardo’s shell and he can watch mine, but not too closely.” Michelangelo winked as he wrapped himself around Leonardo’s arm. “Please, Master.” He begged again.

Raphael sighed. “You are permitted to do so, but only because I would like some peace and quiet after suffering through the two of you bickering.”

“We’ll be good,” Michelangelo grinned as he grabbed Leonardo’s hand and led him out of the room. Raphael waved them away with a smile on his face.

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

“Race you to the top of the tall building.” Michelangelo called over his shoulder as he sprinted from one rooftop to another, heading to Saki Towers. Leonardo followed behind, allowing Michelangelo to win as he thought something over. The two stood on top of the tower and looked over the city that belonged to their Master, even though the city wasn’t aware of the fact. “It seems there is a party happening below us.” Michelangelo stated as he looked down upon one of the higher balconies of the tower.

Leonardo’s eyes narrowed as he spotted the large group of humans dressed from head to foot in black. A lady in armor stood before them and a big human with blonde hair stood beside her. “It does not seem to be a normal human party.”

“That big guy looks tasty,” Michelangelo commented.

Leonardo shook his head. “There are too many of them for us to take out without being harmed.” Leonardo’s eyes narrowed and he bit back a smile as he pointed something out. “Besides, those humans have weapons at the ready.”

“What weapons?” Michelangelo squinted, his eyes not being as good as Leonardo’s even with the added sight of a vampire.

“The weapons on the humans’ belts,” Leonardo stated, standing closer to Michelangelo on the building’s edge. “Do you not see the glinting of the silver?”

“Oh, I think I do now.” Michelangelo leaned forward.

“You know, Michelangelo, I think I might always envy you for being Master’s favorite.” Leonardo started, placing a hand on Michelangelo’s shoulder. “But I know my place is second in his eyes, right under you.”

“Second is not bad.” Michelangelo commented, glancing at Leonardo.

“True, but I would rather be first.” Leonardo’s eyes glittered. “That is why I’ve decided to get rid of my competition.” Michelangelo’s eyes widened as Leonardo quickly shoved him off of the building.

Leonardo grinned as he watched Michelangelo fall and curse his name loudly, alerting the humans below of his sudden presence seconds before he fell in front of them.

Michelangelo landed on his feet and turned frantically around as the humans slowly circled him, weapons in hand. “We haven’t seen one of you in quite some time, Michelangelo.” The female spoke with an accent and surprised Michelangelo by knowing his name. “Capture him alive, I wish to interrogate him.”

Leonardo watched from above as Michelangelo fought one human after the other. He was worried that Michelangelo might actually make it out alive. Until the large male stepped up and joined into the battle. Leonardo laughed cruelly as he watched Michelangelo get dragged into the building.

“Good thing I do know my place, Michelangelo, and it is at Master’s side as his favorite.” Leonardo chuckled and headed back to his master to put on a performance and explain the tragic loss of Michelangelo.

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

The sun was starting to rise when Raphael’s peace was interrupted. “Master,” Leonardo barged into the room and instantly ran to Raphael, wrapping his arms around him and shaking against him.

“Leonardo, what is wrong?” Raphael asked, quickly petting Leonardo’s head to try and soothe him. “Where is Michelangelo?” He looked up, expecting to see the other trailing behind.

“The humans got him, Master.” Leonardo lifted his head, a frown marring his face. “Michelangelo wanted a particularly large human that was with many others. I told him that we would not be able to defend ourselves properly against the large group but he didn’t listen. I would have helped him but I knew it would only be the end of me as well.”

“End,” Raphael whispered, his eyes widening with sorrow.

Leonardo hung his head and continued to shake in Raphael’s arms. “He tried to fight them but they overpowered him. I could, I could only watch while they,” Leonardo whimpered lowly. “It was terrible, Master.”

Raphael continued to gently stroke Leonardo. “It is alright now, Leonardo, you are safe from these humans. We will all learn from this to never fight a large group of humans ever again. Today and tonight, we will mourn for Michelangelo and then tomorrow we will seek our revenge.” Raphael growled as his eyes glowed fiercely. “We will kill and hunt down each human responsible for aiding in Michelangelo’s end. Where were you when this happened?”

“At the tall skyscraper called Saki’s Towers.” Donatello answered before Leonardo even had the chance. Donatello narrowed his eyes as he growled. “I saw the whole event.” Leonardo’s eyes widened as he turned to see the other. Donatello barred his teeth and Leonardo gulped silently as he wondered if Donatello would tell the truth.

“Save your anger for when we sink our teeth into those murders’ throats, Donatello.” Raphael advised. He nuzzled Leonardo’s head and then stepped away from him. “I will tell my minions of this horrible news and of our plans to seek vengeance. We will have our bloody vengeance.” He placed a comforting hand on Donatello’s shoulder and patted him gently before he left to make the announcement.

“I spotted you and Michelangelo on the building’s top. I was a rooftop away, about to join you both when I saw what you did.” Donatello growled as he stepped toward Leonardo, his hands clenched into fists by his sides and his eyes glowing an angry red.

“Donatello, please, listen to me,” Leonardo tried to reason with him. “With Michelangelo gone there is more of Master for us to share.”

“Until you decide you don’t want to share at all and you get rid of me as well.” Donatello snarled. “I may not be a threat to you for Master’s affection right now, but I am a threat because I know the truth. And I’m going to use my knowledge to make sure that you aren’t a threat against me.”

“Are you going to tell Master?” Leonardo asked in a low, frightened voice.

“No because I do not wish to tear us apart more than what you have already done.” Donatello growled. “Once Master has fallen asleep, you will come with me to that building and rescue Michelangelo because we’re both aware that he has not met his end; he was simply taken. Then you will beg him for forgiveness and we will all be happy again.” Donatello pointed an accusing finger at Leonardo. “For as much as you wish for Master to care for you it is obvious that you do not care for Master at all.”

Leonardo scowled. “That is ridiculous. Master is all I think about. I only--”

“Your actions hurt him, Leonardo.” Donatello hissed. “He has been in pain all week because you fought with Michelangelo. Master only wishes for us to be happy, even if he doesn’t state it. His emotions are not complicated if you pay attention to his facial expressions. You going around Michelangelo’s back would destroy Master because he would have to destroy you and it might be too late to save Michelangelo.”

“Then why don’t you tell him. Master would be all yours then.” Leonardo grimaced as he bunched his hands into fists.

“I don’t wish to hurt Master with the truth. Besides, I am content with some of Master’s affection. I am not greedy and wish for all of it.” Donatello glared. “We will rescue Michelangelo in time, or you will leave this clan and never return.” He threatened. “I do not wish for Master to have to go through with the pain of killing you himself. It might be enough to damage him permanently and I would hate for someone so insignificant such as you to leave such a scar on him.”

“Master doesn’t need protection from a weakling like you.” Leonardo growled, his eyes narrowing. “He is not weak in any sense and could--”

Donatello interrupted as he tilted his head back and let out a harsh, low laugh. “You obviously know nothing about Master except for the pleasure he delivers to you. Yes, he is the strongest among us and we reign supreme over humanity, but he is not so emotionally strong, although it does not make any difference in his overall strength. If we were able to produce tears, he would be crying right now from Michelangelo’s ‘end.’”

Leonardo scoffed. “Master would never--”

“I would,” Raphael agreed as he returned to the room. Leonardo’s eyes widened and he turned to look at the vampire ruler. His red eyes seemed to have lost some of their usual glow and Leonardo frowned as he noticed that. “In fact, I feel awful not being able to shed the tears Michelangelo’s end deserves. I,” he sighed and entered the room more, standing next to Leonardo and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I regret not having one more happy moment with him. I know the two of you do not remember anything of your time before you were transformed, but I do. Michelangelo was seemingly our happiness back then, when we were brothers and nothing more, and I believed that still held true during our time in the afterlife together. I just hope we can still be happy without him.”

“We’ll be happy again, Master.” Donatello insisted, stepping forward and gripping Raphael’s hand when it was presented to him.

Raphael nodded solemnly. “Yes, let us be optimistic. But for now, we must sleep. Come.” He kept his grips on both of them. That morning, they rested on their nest of blankets but all three of them were restless with different thoughts and none slept.

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

Raphael sat up and held his head in his hands when he felt he had wasted enough time not sleeping. He sighed and stood. “I need to devise a plan for our attack tonight.” Raphael looked up from the floor and stared at his two remaining pets. “And I wish to be alone for a while. I shall return later.” He added and left them without another word. It was later in the afternoon. There was about two more hours of sunlight before the city was cast in darkness and the clan of vampires would rise for their revenge.

“We need to go, now.” Donatello hissed. Leonardo nodded and the two went out into the daylight. They were grateful for the weather; it was a cloudy day and the lack of bright sunlight helped conceal them as they moved over rooftops quickly. Most humans didn’t have the strong eyesight necessary to even see a vampire move but the clouds would help make them look like nothing more than shadows to any humans who could catch a glance of them.

They reached the building quickly, Donatello trailing behind Leonardo the entire way since he didn’t trust keeping his back to the other. The pair snuck into the building using the same entranceway that Michelangelo had been dragged through. They only stopped for a moment when Donatello knelt down to examine a stain and declared it to be human blood, not Michelangelo’s.

“You best be hoping that he hasn’t shed any blood, Leonardo, because I will gladly make you repay him, drop for drop.” Donatello hissed as they entered the building. Slowly, the two walked into a large room and glanced around, trying to determine where to go from there. There were four different doors leading out of the room.

They heard murmured voices farther away and Leonardo spared a quick grin. “Perhaps we should ask where they are keeping Michelangelo.” He suggested.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Donatello agreed. The two walked towards the voices and jumped to the ceiling, scaling it easily. They opened the door and continued to crawl on the ceiling until they were over two humans dressed in all black.

The vampires dropped to the ground, lightly landing on their feet, behind the humans and gripped them around the throat, effortlessly cutting off their air supply so they were unable to shout for help. Their sharp nails dug into the humans’ throats, threatening to draw blood. “You have one of us,” Donatello hissed into his hostage’s ear. “And only one of you is needed as a tour guide. We’re going to release you both and the first one to cooperate will live.” Donatello met Leonardo’s eyes and the nodded. They both released the humans and the two mortals gasped as they stepped away and rubbed at their throats.

The humans looked at each other and then at the turtles. “Mistress Karai has ordered us to lead you only to her, not to your brother.”

“Wrong answer,” Donatello growled and quickly lashed out at the human, slicing open his throat. The human’s blood gurgled out of his mouth and his body fell to the floor.

“My god,” the other soldier shouted in horror. “You, that’s not how, I’ve fought you before and you never killed so violently. Mistress Karai was right; you have become evil beings.”

“We’re not evil. Just not in the best of moods today. Will you take us to our brother or do you wish for me to deliver you to your maker like I did your friend?” Donatello asked calmly.

The human gulped. “I don’t have the authority to get to that hall but I can take you to it. I’m sure you’ll be able to get through.”

“Good enough. Now move, human.” Leonardo snarled.

The lowly soldier jumped and quickly ran towards the elevator. “He’s being kept three floors up.” The soldier explained and gulped as the turtles pushed him into the elevator and stood with their arms crossed, waiting for him to push the necessary buttons.

The poor human’s knees were shaking during the short ride. The turtles were different from the last time he had battled with them six years prior. He remembered the four acting so carefree, even while fighting. They would jump about and always knock him and his fellow Foot soldiers unconscious, only killing the ones that refused to go down easily.

Years ago, one of the turtles had gone missing. Karai had explained to all of them that the brother should be brought to her if found, alive. They all knew that they were at a truce with the Hamato clan only because Karai had feelings for one of the turtles. He actually thought that the turtle his mistress liked was one of the ones riding with him but he couldn’t be certain. Neither of them carried weapons or the colorful bandanas they once wore to distinguish themselves.

The elevator pinged to a stop and the human was shoved out. He stumbled but balanced himself and kept moving towards the section of the floor used as a holding area. He stopped before the wing, a single door blocking it. “He should be behind here somewhere. I can’t get passed this door because I don’t know the code.” He pointed to the number pad next to the door. He was aware of one of the turtles being a genius being able to hack through any computer. “Like I said before, I’m sure it will be no problem for you though.”

“You are right.” Donatello replied. “Leonardo, knock the door off of its hinges.”

“Wait a second,” the human inputted. “It may look like a wooden door but that was just the design. It’s secretly made of a titanium mix and--” The soldier shut his mouth as Leonardo ripped the door off of the hinges and tossed it to the side easily.

“You do not know which cell contains Michelangelo?” Donatello asked as he stared at the human. The Foot soldier shook his head. “Then you are no longer useful to us.” He sliced the human’s throat open like he did the other one and the two turtles walked into the holding section.

“Donatello,” Leonardo frowned. “You got the pleasure of killing both of them.”

“You are in trouble, Leonardo, and do not deserve such pleasure.” Donatello reminded as he licked at the blood on his fingertips. The two traveled past one locked cell to another, searching for their brother.

“Michelangelo is not being kept in this section.” The two vampires turned around and growled at the sight of a single woman and two more humans clad in all black standing before them. The humans dressed in black charged, swords drawn and at the ready.

Donatello rolled his eyes at the human running at him and easily sliced his stomach open, the wound deep. The human screamed and withered on the ground until Donatello crushed his neck with his foot. Leonardo grabbed the human challenging him and bit into his neck, ruthlessly ripping off a hunk of flesh and chewing on it as he held the body in his other hand, enjoying the feel of blood dripping over his hand.

The remaining human gasped softly. “Leonardo,” the woman whispered. Leonardo narrowed his eyes and dropped the dead body to the floor as he eyed her and swallowed his mouthful. “What have you become?”

“I do not know you but you obviously know me from my life before. If you wish for me to spare your life you will tell me where Michelangelo is in this accursed building.” He hissed, showing his fangs to her. “I am not in a pleasant mood so do not try to deceive me, human.”

The woman stared at him for a moment before she nodded. “Follow me. I took the liberties to hold your brother somewhere I thought would be more difficult for you to find him. I am not pleased to be correct since it seems you are in a bloodthirsty mood.” Donatello chuckled at the choice of word and even Leonardo smiled a bit as they walked after the human.

They went into the elevator again and rode up to the top floor. “Do you wish to know how I know you?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. “Since you seem to have forgotten your past, I could help you remember it.”

“No. I do not care to learn of my past; it does not matter to me now.” Leonardo growled just as the elevator opened. “Walk faster, human, I do not want our Master to discover that we are gone.”

“Your master?” She frowned, still walking her slow pace and looking at him. “But your master died many years ago.”

Leonardo smirked. “You are probably not aware of how correct that statement is.” Donatello snickered despite himself.

“I tried to interrogate Michelangelo for information on your whereabouts, although I did not use force, of course. I had thought that our truce still held but apparently it does not. But he would not speak to me, even when I offered him bribes of such culinary treats that I knew he once liked.” She muttered, trying to make conversation.

“That is simple to explain.” Donatello smirked. “It is because human food is not very appetizing for those who only feed on blood.” He opened his mouth to lick at the tips of his fangs.

The woman nodded solemnly. “I had thought so. The tales of vampires being amongst us has spread and Michelangelo’s fangs and the two puncture wounds on his neck made me take the rumors more seriously.” She looked Leonardo over slowly. “I am named Karai, if that will help your memories of me.”

“It will not and I do not care to bother learning your name.” Leonardo replied coldly. “You will be killed before the night is over for holding our brother against his will.”

Donatello scoffed. “I find it humorous that you are angry at her for this when you would have been upset if she had not taken Michelangelo hostage in the first place and ruined your initial plan. You set her up for a lose-lose situation, Leonardo.”

“I changed my plans when you showed me the error of my ways, Donatello.” Leonardo admitted quietly. “I didn’t realize Master cared so deeply for each of us.”

“You thought he only cared for you?” Donatello glared as he asked.

“I thought he cared for none of us, that we were simply his pets, his sources for pleasure and nothing more.” Leonardo frowned as he confessed his thoughts. “I had hoped to connect more emotionally to him if Michelangelo was out of the picture, but I see how wrong I was and how I had only hurt Master by doing such a traitorous action.”

“Leonardo,” Donatello frowned and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder to draw him close. He nuzzled his brother’s neck affectionately. “You should have known better than that. Master cares for each of us deeply and uniquely. We are the only four of our kind; that alone gives us enough reason to care for each other past a physical level.”

“I have been so foolish lately, Donatello.” Leonardo whispered and nuzzled back. “I hope you and Michelangelo can both forgive me for my behavior.”

Donatello cupped Leonardo’s face and offered him a soft smile. “I already forgive you, Leonardo.” Donatello pressed in for a kiss and Leonardo opened his mouth readily for his brother.

Karai watched and listened carefully. She did not understand what exactly Leonardo did to apparently offend their new clan but that didn’t interest her as much as the scene before her did. She had never thought about Leonardo being with one of his brothers in such in an intimate way before, although she had imagined him with her plenty of times, but now she knew she would be unable to think of anything else. The way Leonardo’s body pressed against Donatello’s so perfectly made her wonder how familiar they were with one another’s body.

The two pulled away from their short make out session and Leonardo smiled slightly. “Now I only have to earn back Michelangelo’s trust.”

“We do have an eternity to spend together; he’ll have to forgive you eventually.” Donatello commented with a shrug. “Now, let us not worry about that just yet. We still do need to rescue Michelangelo, although our old friend Karai,” he turned to smile at her, “has been quite helpful. I’m sure she’ll let him go without any necessary struggle since it’s obvious that she is in charge of this place.”

“Donatello, do not bother seducing her.” Leonardo frowned. He had never approved of Donatello seducing humans.

“I would not dream of such a thing, Leonardo. She obviously has feelings for the past you.” Donatello grinned as Karai’s cheeks reddened. “I bet she would willingly let you feast upon her.”

Leonardo scowled. “Now I am reconsidering killing her, she would probably get some perverse pleasure from it.” Donatello chuckled.

Karai growled. “I would not. And I have no sensual feelings for you; you are obviously a monster to the very definition of the word; nothing like the Leonardo you used to be. You care nothing about honor or else you would not have deceived your brothers and--”

Leonardo was upon her in an instant, squeezing her throat dangerously. “Do not speak of such matters that you know nothing of.” He threatened. Karai’s hands, which had instantly gone to her sword’s hilt, slowly released the weapon and wrapped around Leonardo’s arm. He released her and she inhaled sharply. “Do not speak again and release Michelangelo to us in the next three minutes if you want me to still spare your life.”

Karai glared but quietly led them to a door hidden behind a fake wall. There was a single cell behind the door and in the cell was Michelangelo, chained to the wall with heavy, metal binds wrapped around his wrists, ankles, torso, and neck. Karai wordlessly opened the cell door and handed the key for the chains to Donatello as she turned and left them to their own desires.

“Come to finish the job yourself, Leonardo?” Michelangelo hissed from his binding position. Donatello came forward and quickly began to undo his binds, making Michelangelo look from him to Leonardo curiously.

Leonardo dropped onto his knees before him. “Michelangelo, I,” Leonardo licked his lips and bowed his head. “I cannot blame you if you never trust me again. But I will do whatever you please to try and earn your trust back. I am truly sorry for my traitorous behavior and I regret what I tried to do.”

Michelangelo dropped to his feet when Donatello undid the last bind. He stared at Leonardo’s submissive pose for a moment before he spoke. “When we get back home, I want you to tell Master the whole story. He will then decide your fate. If you accept it graciously, then perhaps I will be able to look at you without disgust.” Michelangelo remarked.

“Yes, Michelangelo,” Leonardo nodded, still keeping his eyes to the ground.

Michelangelo grunted his approval. “Well then, let’s return to our home. I missed Master.”

“And he missed you, greatly.” Leonardo stood. “He will be glad to see that you are still with us.” Michelangelo hummed and started out of the cell only to freeze when two arms wrapped around him from behind. He growled but the noise died in his throat when he felt nuzzling against the back of his head. It was not an attack but an embrace. “I am so sorry, Michelangelo.” Leonardo apologized as he continued to hug him from behind. “I would take back my idiotic behavior if I could.”

Michelangelo sighed. “It will be alright, Leonardo.” He nuzzled back and patted Leonardo’s arm comfortingly. “No permanent damage done.” Leonardo released him and took a step back. “Now, it’s time for us to return home.” Michelangelo looked over his shoulder and smiled at the others.

The three ran back to their home faster than they ever had before. The sun had set and the night air felt like a refreshing breath of their undead life.

Leonardo and Donatello entered their part of the lair first and were instantly drawn into a hug by two strong arms. “Where were you two?” was growled angrily at them even as they were held tightly. “You know that you must always ask me permission to leave and I know I did not grant it to you. I would have never let you out alone, and during the day, so soon after Michelangelo had been lost to us.” Raphael snarled. “You two will be punished accordingly.”

“Not even if Michelangelo was found?” Michelangelo asked as he walked into the lair, a large smile on his face.

Raphael’s eyes went wide and the scar over his left eye looked impressively smaller in comparison. Raphael was simply stunned but his arms opened, begging Michelangelo to return to where he belonged, as though he needed proof of whether or not Michelangelo was a phantom or still a solid vampire. Michelangelo leaped into his arms and wrapped his own around Raphael as he nuzzled against his master happily.

Raphael finally shook off his shock but all he could whisper was a soft, “Thank you,” against Michelangelo’s head as he thanked whatever force had brought back the fourth and final piece of his family.

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

The attack on Saki Tower’s was called off and the four turtles disappeared into their own room, to celebrate Michelangelo’s return. But first, Leonardo confessed his betrayal to Raphael. He explained the entire story starting from faking to make-up with Michelangelo while secretly planning to get rid of him and then finding the perfect opportunity to get rid of him. Raphael had kept his face expressionless the entire time he listened to Leonardo’s story, but his hands had been in tight fists since the story started.

Leonardo finished his story and bowed his head ashamedly; waiting for what Raphael had to say. But before Raphael had a chance to talk, Donatello spoke up, “Master, I wish for a moment to talk with you privately.”

“Now?” Raphael asked. “It could not wait for a different nor for a more appropriate time?”

“It is related to Leonardo.” Donatello informed. Raphael sighed but nodded and the two of them left their main chamber to go into the smaller one where their beds were located.

Leonardo remained in his kneeling position and Michelangelo frowned. “What do you think they could be saying?” Michelangelo questioned as he looked to Leonardo.

A frown remained on Leonardo’s face as he responded. “I am not sure but it may--” His voice froze as Raphael suddenly returned into the room, marching straight for Leonardo. Leonardo whimpered as he was lifted by his throat and suddenly slammed into a wall.

“You idiotic, excuse for one of my chosen pets. Do you not understand the significant meaning behind your title?” Raphael hissed in Leonardo’s face. Leonardo shook his head slightly, slowly as he gauged his master’s reaction. “A vampire master is allowed a harem and those that reside in his harem are equivalent to a human male choosing a bride. You, Donatello, and Michelangelo are my chosen brides and not only because we are the only ones of our species but for what I saw from each of you. Each time I drank from you while you were still living I saw more of your memories, of how you viewed different events.” Raphael’s voice dropped into a hiss. “I fell in love with that.” Leonardo’s eyes widened slightly. “Yes, you fool,” Raphael spat, “love. I fell in love with each and every one of you because I saw how you all felt about me back when I was an immature, living brat.” He released Leonardo’s neck and he slid against the wall until he was seated on the ground, staring up at his master with round, wide eyes.

Raphael glared and looked over his shoulder at Michelangelo and Donatello, who had followed him back into the room. “I never want any of you to ever second guess my feelings for any of you ever again. I may be a heartless bastard at times, but damn any of you that think I do not care. I do what I do because I care and do not wish to see any of you harmed by anyone other than myself. That is why,” Raphael turned to glare at Leonardo again. “You are forbidden to leave for the next three months.”

Leonardo nodded, accepting that punishment easily and awaiting for more. He couldn’t possibly have gotten off that easily. “I will tell my men where to find the large human that had harmed Michelangelo and they will bring him here, alive. Together, we will kill him and then feast upon his blood. Tonight, we shall all have pleasure. I expect Michelangelo to fuck some sense into you, Leonardo, while I welcome him back properly. Donatello, you shall also help Michelangelo with his task since I am aware now to how dense Leonardo is.”

Donatello and Michelangelo chuckled happily, satisfied with the night’s plan as Leonardo gawked. “You’re, Master, you are going to,” Leonardo frowned, brow creased in confusion. “This is not a punishment.”

Raphael knelt down to Leonardo’s level and cupped his cheek. “Your punishment is to stay here for three months and the horrible thoughts you have had in the past. That punishment you have been putting yourself through will end though. I will remedy those thoughts and free you of your belief that I only see you as a source of pleasure. During those three months, I will not take pleasure from you, I shall only give it to you or have you give it to Michelangelo or Donatello. I will take pleasure from you in other ways, non-physical ways.” Raphael explained with a soft smile. Leonardo only blinked as a response and Raphael stood. “I will tell the clan to achieve our blood source.” He left the room and Leonardo looked to Donatello.

“What did you say to Master?” He asked as he slowly stood.

“I told Master what you left out of your story. We did have a heart-to-heart before we rescued Michelangelo that you seemed to have forgotten about.” Donatello commented easily. “And Master has the right to know how confused you are.”

“You thought Master didn’t love you, Leonardo?” Michelangelo asked as he frowned. Leonardo looked away. Since his eyes were elsewhere, he was surprised when arms wrapped around him. “Master is right, you are idiotic.” Michelangelo murmured as he held Leonardo tightly.

Leonardo frowned at the insult. “I,” he didn’t know what to say and simply allowed Michelangelo to continue hugging him.

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“I was wrong,” Raphael admitted as he grinned and licked his lips. “Hun was not completely useless after all.” He licked at Donatello’s neck and loved how the turtle shuddered around him, squeezing his cock that was deep inside of the olive colored turtle.

“Yeah,” Michelangelo agreed as he gasped. Donatello’s hands dug into his hips and he shifted slightly on Donatello’s lap, making Leonardo gasp as he caused his and Donatello’s cock to shift inside him. “He was able to have enough blood to produce a foursome; much more useful than a normal human.”

Raphael chuckled as he pushed deeper inside Donatello, forcing him and Michelangelo to move deeper into Leonardo in return. Leonardo’s head remained resting on Michelangelo’s shoulder as he moaned and stroked himself. The feeling of two cocks inside of him, even if neither of the cocks were his master’s, filled him completely. Being a vampire, he barely felt any pain of being overstretched and was only able to enjoy the pleasure coursing through him as his sweet spot was struck by two hard cocks at the same time.

Michelangelo reached around Leonardo to interlace his fingers with him and slowly pump up and down his organ. Donatello groaned as Michelangelo’s tail tickled the sensitive plates just above his slit and he moaned happily as Raphael began to speed up his thrusts. Raphael loved knowing that he was causing such a domino effect; he controlled the speed and depth of each and every thrust.
 
Raphael was in control of all three of them and the pleasure they experienced through him and one another. And he would make sure that each of his pets was well aware of that fact, even if he had to pound it into them over the next fifteen centuries.