(fic) TMNT -- Candles, Raph/Leo non-con

Candles
by KC
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles.
Warnings: Raph/Leo noncon (at the very least dubcon), bondage, forced bj, candle wax play, and a bondage position that really shouldn't be attempted except by highly trained ninja with superhuman endurance
Other Info: a happy fun sunshine fic of love and fluffy joy where rainbow candy dreams come true. Well, at least my rainbow candy dreams, which are made of rough bdsm, aggressive semes and stubborn ukes.

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Raphael gently pushed open the door, allowing a thin line of light inside his brother's room. It showed the weave of a mat along the floor, the gleam of two katana lying at careless angles, and Leonardo sitting in the center, unmoving in the midst of a dozen candles.

Moving quietly, Raphael slipped inside and closed the door. He was sure Leonardo was aware of him, but he felt like he shouldn't make any noise. There was no sound save for Leonardo's unsteady, broken breathing.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim glow, Raphael stared and walked a slow circle around his brother. Leonardo trembled with effort to hold his position, and a bead of sweat slipped under his mask. Raphael stood for a moment and studied him, and finally Leonardo opened his eyes, staring back.

"Those candles're almost out," Raphael breathed. He could barely hear himself, but his words were clear in the silence. "Want me to change 'em?"

No answer. Leonardo watched Raphael open the box near the foot of his bed and draw out a box of matches and a handful of fresh white candles. Most of them were tall and thin, but one was so thick he couldn't get his fingers around it.

One by one, he blew out the flames and took the nubs from the holders, then lit the new ones and set them in place. When he picked up the largest candle, Leonardo looked away and stared at a spot in the ceiling.

Noticing his look, Raphael grinned and crept closer, looming beside him but not touching. Leonardo's presence was warm, electric, drawing him in, and he knew his brother felt the same in return even if he wouldn't say it.

"You can't pretend I'm not here," Raphael whispered by his cheek. "I won't let you."

Deliberately, slow and firm to show that this was Raphael's decision and not Leonardo's, he pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and put his hand on Leonardo's shoulder. The hemp rope felt rough against his palm. Raphael wondered what it had been like, wearing it for so many hours.

He ran his hand down Leonardo's arms, luxuriating in the feel of rope wrapped around his body and digging into Leonardo's skin, holding his arms tight behind his shell and binding them at the wrist. Leonardo couldn't help twisting his hands as Raphael touched him, and the rope made a satisfying creak as he moved.

The blue mask had been used as well, its trailing ends knotted into the rope. Leonardo's head was drawn back tightly so that he stared at the ceiling, unable to see except out of the corner of his eye. Raphael gave the mask a small tug to check that it was taut.

His grin becoming a small, eager smile, Raphael followed the rope where it secured his brother's feet, tied around his legs. Wrapped neatly, Leonardo tensed but could do nothing more as the hand wandered over and inside his thigh. He refused to meet Raphael's eyes, refused to make a sound.

"So this is all it takes to shut you up for awhile," Raphael said. "A little rope and you don't argue anymore."

It was overkill, he admitted to himself, although he liked that Leonardo couldn't even move his head without permission. Even without the rope, Leonardo couldn't force the thick candle out of his mouth.

As thick as Raphael's fist, the candle had melted down Leonardo's chin and the sides of his face, sealing it in place. The flame was nearly down to the end and the candle was in danger of burning him.

Bending close, Raphael blew out the flame, then put his fingertips along the edges and pulled the candle up and out. Cold wax drippings broke free and pieces fell to the floor, and Leonardo took his first full breath in hours.

"Is that better?" Raphael asked. "Happy it's out?"

No answer. He didn't expect one. He patted Leonardo's cheek, bringing up a flush of anger.

"Don't look at me like that," Raphael said, laughing under his breath. "You know what's coming. After all this work, you better believe I'm getting something out of it."

Keeping hold of Leonardo's shoulders, Raphael stood in front of him and tilted him slightly forward. He needed no time to drop down. Leonardo's icy glare and the creak of the rope had him hard in seconds. He had to guide himself by hand into Leonardo's mouth, but once inside, he held him still and made slow thrusts into him.

It was torture not to pound as hard as their usual coupling, as violent as their arguing, but he rarely enjoyed the feel of the back of Leonardo's throat like this. He pressed deep and felt it constrict around his head, and he held there for a moment before Leonardo squirmed, needing air. As he drew back and Leonardo took a deep breath, Leonardo gave a tiny groan. The vibrations brought Raphael dangerously to the brink.

"Wouldn't mind if you tried to yell at me right now," Raphael offered, swallowing once and trying not to move. "Tell me not to head topside with Casey, huh?"

Of course Leonardo held silent, but it didn't matter. Raphael couldn't hold back any longer. Feeling himself coming, he thrust a little faster and deeper, building speed until he knew Leonardo couldn't breathe. Finally he pushed, Leonardo's face firmly against his plastron, and came in a long spurt.

When he withdrew, tucking himself back into his shell, he noted a thin trail of cum along Leonardo's jaw. He touched it with his fingertip, wiping it back up and into Leonardo's mouth.

"Oh yeah, needed that," Raphael sighed.

He knelt by Leonardo again and picked up the matches, stricking one so Leonardo could see. His brother watched him light the largest candle and hold it up.

"Same deal as before," Raphael said. "You don't have to stay here all night. Just admit I'm right."

Nothing.

"Y'know, it's not the end of the world to say you're wrong," Raphael said. "It's okay to like this."

Nothing.

"Can't say it?" Raphael kissed him, tasting wax and his own essence. "You can whimper. I'll take that. Huh? One little whimper?"

Still silence, although Leonardo stared unflichingly into his eyes.

"If you're hoping Mikey or Don'll find ya, it ain't gonna happen. Don's playing mad scientist on Mikey and you know they can last for hours. If you don't talk now, you'll be here 'till morning."

Leonardo's stoic facade cracked for a moment. His breath came faster, shorter, and he strained against the ropes one more time. Raphael touched him, enjoying how his struggling just deepened the bruises on his arms and legs.

Finally Leonardo gave up, relaxing again. He closed his eyes and held silent.

"Bad choice," Raphael told him. "Here, let's make sure this stays in place."

Squirming as Raphael held him with one arm, Leonardo watched the candle hover over him, slowly tipping forward. Melted wax trickled over the edge and hit his chin, coursing down his throat and pooling in the small dip at his plastron. He jerked once, then again as the wax fell against his face.

Drops gathered on the sides of his mouth, hot and growing sticky. Before they cooled, Raphael righted the candle and lowered it into Leonardo's mouth, holding it there until the melted wax cooled against the candle and held it in place.

"Don't try to push it out," Raphael warned. "Don't even move, or it'll come down faster."

He waited, kissing along the wax on Leonardo's throat. A drop coalesced at the top of the candle, clung to the edge, then slipped down the shaft and down Leonardo's cheek. It stopped at his jaw, cooling into a perfect streak on his face.

Raphael checked the knots holding his brother one more time, then stood and walked back to the door. He looked over his shoulder, watched Leonardo tremble as the candles burned around him. With a small smile, he left and closed the door behind himself.

He grabbed his sais, then headed for the front of the lair. In a voice he knew Leonardo could hear, he called out to Splinter watching soap operas in the living room.

"I'll come back in a few hours," Raphael said. "Need to grab Casey and go shopping."

They were low on candles.