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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Pain Game
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39 Final
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            Cold water rushing into his nostrils snapped Mikey back to a semi-conscious state. He opened his mouth to spit the water out only to have more rush into that opening.
            Dazed from the blow to his head, Mikey was barely cognizant of the fact that he’d fallen into the river. Even stunned, he had the natural instinct to close his mouth and hold his breath, but he’d already swallowed enough water that his body was fighting him to expel it by coughing.
            Mikey managed to resist the tight feeling in his chest for about thirty seconds before the need overwhelmed him and air exploded from his mouth. Panicked by the cough and then the following inhalation which pulled another torrent of water against his larynx, Mikey began to flail, going nowhere.
            A dark green shape broke through the surface of the water directly in front of him and came towards Mikey fast. Mikey mindlessly clawed at it but was grasped by his carapace and spun around so he could no longer grab at the figure.
            Mikey felt something tighten around his chest and then he shot upwards, pulled by an incredibly strong force.
            After what felt like hours but was probably less than a second, Mikey’s face cleared the water. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized that his savior was his brother Raphael, but basic survival impulses were still at the forefront. Mikey continued to thrash and slap at the water, twisting vigorously to try and escape the liquid that had already started to choke him.
            Raph lost his grip on Mikey, who immediately began to sink. The feeling set off another wave of panic and Mikey began to kick and fling his arms every which way.
            Then he was once more wrenched upwards and Mikey found himself face to face with Raph.
            “Stop fighting me!” Raph yelled as their plastrons slapped together.
            The harsh words had an instantaneous effect on Mikey, who blinked rapidly and stopped moving. His violent coughing didn’t stop however and it proved a difficulty for Raph as the larger turtle dragged Mikey through the water.
            After a minute Raph stopped and spun in the water. As his grip on Mikey changed, the younger brother began to sink.
            “Damn clothes!” Raph exclaimed, reaching out and grasping a double handful of the hoodie Mikey was wearing. A couple of hard tugs wrenched the water heavy garment over Mikey’s head and Raph flung it away to sink to the bottom of the river.
            Without the drag from the hoodie, Raph was able to quickly pull Mikey to the pier. Keeping a tight hold on one of Mikey’s arms, Raph boosted himself onto the pilings and then pulled Mikey up next to him.
            Once they were safely out of the water, Raph rolled Mikey onto his side and began thumping his shell. Water shot out of his mouth as Mikey lay there coughing and gasping. After a short time the feeling that he’d swallowed the wrong way began to subside and though light headed, Mikey was ecstatic to be alive.
            “S . . . stop,” Mikey stuttered between intermittent coughs. “I’m okay, Raphie.”
            Usually Raph called Mikey out for referring to him by his childhood moniker, but this time he let it pass. Catching hold of Mikey’s bicep, Raph rolled his brother onto his carapace and then leaned over him, hands firmly planted on the planks to either side of Mikey’s shoulders.
            Mikey stared up at him, very aware that one of Raph’s knees rested between the younger turtle’s legs. Emotions played across Raph’s face, shifting quickly before settling on one that Mikey knew well.
            “What the hell were ya’ doing? Ya’ should have crawled your happy ass into the cab of that truck with Donny,” Raph fussed.
            “If I had then the whole arms shipment would have fallen into the river and sunk,” Mikey shot back.
            “Better those crates than you,” Raph growled. “Last time I checked, guns don’t drown.”
            A cheeky grin painted Mikey’s face as he said, “Neither did I.”
            Raph reached up and flicked Mikey between the eyes with his finger.
            “Ow!” Mikey exclaimed, rubbing at the spot.
            “Ya’ better be happy I was there to save your ass,” Raph told him.
            “I knew you would be bro’,” Mikey said, his smile genuine. “I just hope Nobody doesn’t have to pay for the microphone on my hoodie ‘cause that definitely got drowned.”
            Rather than responding, Raph remained silent, his expression hard to read. The anger had faded; wiped away as it usually was by Mikey’s optimistic sense of humor.
            As his older brother stared down at him, Mikey felt the all too familiar desire for Raph start to make a bid for his attention. “Not now, not now,” Mikey repeated to himself, suddenly warm despite being completely soaked.
            Before Mikey could think of how to escape, Raph pushed himself to his feet and strode to where he’d dropped his duster before he’d dived in to rescue Michelangelo. “I’d better let everyone know ya’ didn’t break your damn fool neck,” Raph said as he pulled the long coat back on.
            Mikey sat up and wrung the water from his mask tails as he listened to Raph report in. When he went to flip the ends of his mask back over his shoulders Mikey suddenly grimaced as a sharp pain lanced through his side.
            Hoping that Raph hadn’t noticed, Mikey glanced up and saw his brother staring right at him.
            “Yeah he’s fine,” Raph conveyed to the rest of their team. “I think he bruised some ribs and he’s got an assortment of scrapes and bruises, but he’s still wearing most of his skin.”
            Raph paused to listen but Mikey wasn’t close enough to hear what was being said. Pulling his feet under him, Mikey placed his fingertips on the pier for balance and slowly stood up.
            “That’s good to hear,” Raph said. “I . . . .”
            As soon as Mikey straightened, the pain hit him again and his vision doubled. He felt the pier start to spin and heard Raph exclaim, “Whoa!”
            Before Mikey could fall, Raph had an arm around him. Bracing his younger brother against his side, Raph asked, “Ya’ still with me bro’?”
            Mikey touched his forefinger to his thumb in an ‘ok’ symbol and offered Raph a weak smile.
            “What happened?” Leo asked through the microphone.
            “Nothing,” Raph said. “Mikey conked his head when he fell off the truck and he’s wobbly on his pins. I’m gonna haul his butt back to the lair. Tell Nobody I’ll bring his bike back tomorrow night.”
            “Take it easy,” Leo said. “Out.”
            “Donny?” Mikey asked as soon as he had Raph’s full attention.
            “He and the truck are almost to the garage,” Raph said. “Leo and Nobody are right behind him and there aren’t any outriders. Our bro’s are gonna come back this way later to get your car ‘cause Nobody’s gonna have his hands full with turning that truck over to his boss.”
            “I can take my own car back,” Mikey insisted, trying to shove Raph away.
            Raph merely clung tighter, telling him, “Ya’ can’t even walk straight. If ya’ try to get behind the wheel you’re gonna get arrested for drunk driving.”
            “I’m okay,” Mikey said, peering up at his brother.
            “No you’re not. You’re a big friggin’ mess, you’re bleeding from a dozen different wounds, ya’ fucked up your ribs, and ya’ got a knot on your head the size of a baseball. You’re getting your ass on the bike and holding on while I take ya’ home,” Raph said flatly.
            Mikey suddenly felt every one of his injuries, biting back a groan so as not to prove his brother right. The last thing he wanted Raph to see was any sign of weakness.
            “Fine,” Mikey said. “Not gonna argue about someone else doing my work for me.”
            The motorcycle waited nearby and Raph helped Mikey over to it, grabbing the helmet and pulling it down on Mikey’s head. Ignoring Mikey’s protests that he could get on by himself, Raph practically lifted his brother onto the seat before climbing on in front of him.
            As he started the bike, Raph turned his head to tell Mikey, “Put your arms around me and hang the fuck on.”
            Having permission to hold the brother Mikey was fantasizing about was a dream come true and he slid his arms around Raph’s middle and squeezed tight. Neither tried to converse as they drove back to the lair; Raph’s demeanor wasn’t at all approachable and Mikey was too lost in the bliss of being so close to his brother to try and talk.
            Raph pulled into the garage much too soon as far as Mikey was concerned. Mikey didn’t relinquish his hold until Raph killed the engine and lifted a leg to dismount.
            Mikey hurriedly slipped off the end of the motorcycle, not trusting himself to be too near Raph now that they were home. Raph looked at him speculatively but before he could say anything, Mikey started walking towards the elevator.
            On the way down Mikey was glad that the dizziness was gone; no doubt the ride in the fresh air had helped with that. His head throbbed where he’d hit it and Mikey resisted the urge to reach up and touch the lump that Raph had said he was sporting.
            Upon exiting the elevator, Mikey started towards the stairs but Raph caught his arm in a firm grip and piloted him towards the infirmary instead.
            “Ya’ got some injuries that need to be tended to and Don ain’t gonna be back for a while,” Raph said, pushing open the door to their sick bay and pulling Mikey inside.
            “I can manage on my own,” Mikey contended as he was forced to sit on the examination table.
            “Uh huh,” Raph said, gathering together some medical supplies from the cabinet. “I said I’d do it so shut up and be still.”
            “You’re a worse tyrant than Donny,” Mikey said, watching Raph lay things out next to him.
            “I kinda doubt that but we’ll save the argument for later,” Raph said.
Raph was leaning close to Mikey, examining him as he searched for the various wounds his younger brother had incurred. His nearness made Mikey feel twitchy and he had to remind himself that Raph was only there to render first aid.
Pointing at Mikey’s side, Raph said, “Slowly lift that arm.”
Mikey set his lips in a thin line and did as instructed. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide the wince that came with the discomfort in his side.
Raph’s fingers immediately went to that spot and he probed it delicately. When his brother touched a ticklish spot Mikey giggled, earning a stern look from Raph. The next second Mikey flinched as Raph’s search found the injury.
“Bruised but not busted,” Raph pronounced with a relieved look. “Take some deep breaths while I go fill the ice pack.”
Raph left the room and Mikey lowered his arm before breathing deeply to inflate his lungs. His throat was still a bit sore from swallowing so much river water and he coughed a little, which didn’t help the pain in his ribs. He knew that wouldn’t go away for a couple of days and resigned himself to the fact he wouldn’t be doing any vigorous activities for a while.
When he returned Raph had a bottle of water in one hand and a filled ice pack in the other, which he carefully pressed to Mikey’s side. “Hold that here,” Raph told him and Mikey took hold of the pack, keeping it in place.
Shaking a couple of pills from a bottle, Raph handed them to Mikey. “Ibuprofen for the inflammation,” he explained, handing the water to his brother after Mikey popped the pills into his mouth.
Mikey took a swig of water and swallowed the meds, his eyes never leaving Raph. “Thanks,” he said.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Raph said. “I’ve gotta clean that assortment of cuts and scrapes ya’ collected from that crazy ass stunt ya’ pulled. Did I or did I not tell ya’ to avoid doing anything foolish?”
Mikey chuckled and then cringed as Raph began ministering to his wounds. “Why should I let you be the only one to do insane things?” Mikey asked jokingly.
Raph’s glance was anything but amused. “I know my limitations and I don’t do that shit to show off.”
“Oh right, you just jump in feet first to prove to everybody how tough you are,” Mikey said sarcastically.
Planting his hands on the table, Raph glared at his brother. “I jump in to keep ya’ guys safe,” he said hotly. “Maybe if I didn’t worry about Don getting distracted by shiny new toys or your focus going all to shit I wouldn’t feel the need to punch first and ask questions later.”
“That’s not fair,” Mikey said. “I was completely on top of things tonight. Didn’t I stop those goons in the warehouse?”
“Yeah ya’ did,” Raph acknowledged, going back to treating Mikey’s injuries. “Then ya’ got so involved in gloating about it ya’ didn’t notice that damn speedboat keeping pace with the truck.”
That shut Mikey up. Raph had a point; instead of dancing on top of the truck, Mikey should have been looking all around them. Maybe if he hadn’t been so elated by the remark he’d heard Raph make he would have noticed the trailer’s doors had come unlocked. He could have crawled back and closed them before the Dragon had come along to yank him off the truck.
“Okay, you’re right,” Mikey admitted.
“Damn straight I’m right,” Raph said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
They were both silent then as Raph finished applying antiseptic and bandaging his younger brother. Mikey spent that time watching Raph’s hands, knowing how incredibly powerful they were and marveling at how precise they could be.
After a bit Mikey’s eyes traveled upwards and he examined his brother’s strong profile. Everything about Raph was fascinating; the firm set of his jaw, the intensity in those golden eyes, the way his muscles flexed beneath such captivatingly dark green skin.
Warmth suffused Mikey’s body, quickly pooling in his lower regions. Mikey tried looking away, thinking that would take his mind off of Raph’s alluring physical traits, but that only served to exacerbate the feeling of Raph’s hands touching him.
Mikey slowly shifted on the table, trying to ease the pressure on his stiffening tail without drawing Raph’s attention to it. His brother was attending to a particularly nasty scrape along Mikey’s thigh and each touch brought Mikey a twinge of pain that only further heightened his excitement.
When Raph finally finished with Mikey’s leg, he straightened and started putting the first aid supplies back into the box on the table. Mikey quickly turned his gaze to the wall and began swinging his legs, trying to appear nonchalant.
He felt Raph’s eyes on him and chanced a swift glance in his brother’s direction. Raph had the med box tucked under one arm and was contemplating Mikey through narrowed lids.
“Are you finished?” Mikey asked hopefully.
“Almost,” Raph said. “I forgot one thing. Hang on.”
            Mikey nodded and looked back at the wall, forcing himself not to stare at Raph as his brother returned the box to the cabinet. He heard Raph rustling around and wondered what else needed to be taken care of. There was nothing he wanted more than to escape to his room and avoid any more interactions with Raphael.
            Suddenly something jabbed into his upper arm and Mikey nearly jumped off the table. Looking to the side he saw that Raph had stuck a hypo in him and was administering a shot.
            “What the shell?” Mikey demanded in an annoyed fashion.
            “It’s a pain killer,” Raph answered, looking pleased with himself. “The kind that makes ya’ sleepy. Moving around with that bruised rib is a bad idea and ya’ need to rest. Besides, I thought ya’ liked a little pain. This shot too much for ya’?”
            Mikey gawked at him, caught off guard and too flustered to speak.
            “What, no smart remarks? No sharp wit?” Raph asked sarcastically.
            “It figures you’d wait until I couldn’t fight back to bring this up,” Mikey finally managed to say.
            “Maybe that’s the only way I knew to get a little honesty from ya’,” Raph countered.
            Mikey wanted to be indignant but he was starting to get sleepy. “That’s so unfair,” he muttered.
            Raph came around to stand in front of him. “Ya’ want to know what I think is unfair? The way you’ve been jerking me around. If you’ve got some issue with me then tell me instead of passing it off as some damn joke.”
            “You’re the . . . the one who said it was a con,” Mikey said. “I agreed so that you’d come home.”
            “That ain’t the only reason ya’ agreed,” Raph said. “Ya’ used that as an excuse to jack with me every chance ya’ got. The only reason I didn’t pound ya’ into dirt is ‘cause I figured out ya’ might like it.”
            The verbal jab hurt and Mikey pulled his eyes away from Raph. He wondered if the only reason Raph had given him that shot was to get him to speak the truth and not because Raph was overly concerned about Mikey’s injuries.
            Raph cupped Mikey’s chin and was surprisingly gentle as he lifted his brother’s head. “I didn’t mean that,” he said. “I don’t like surprises Mikey, ya’ know that. This thing between us is confusing as shit.”
            His guard lowered, Mikey said, “Come on bro’. You know what . . . what’s going on with me and from the . . . way you reacted in the tunnel, I know you hate me for it.”
            “I do not hate you, Michelangelo,” Raph said.
            Mikey’s gaze was a little cross-eyed as the sedative wound deeper into his system. “’Course you do. I’m a sicko.” He giggled once and then sniffed, his chin quivering.
            Raph sighed and wrapped his arms around Mikey, helping him down from the table. “You aren’t a sicko,” Raph said, sliding under Mikey’s arm on his uninjured side. “You’re confused and right now so am I. This ain’t the time to figure things out though, ‘cause you’re already half out of it.”
            He started walking Mikey to the door and the younger turtle asked, “Where are we going?”
            “To your bed,” Raph replied. “No more tonight. Keep hold of that ice pack while I get ya’ upstairs.”
            Mikey leaned against Raph, using his brother as a brace as he climbed the stairs. They went up slowly, mindful of Mikey’s bruised ribs, though he wasn’t really feeling them at the moment.
            Raph assisted Mikey in maneuvering past the piles of comic books and sports equipment that littered the floor of his bedroom. The bed was unmade so after Raph helped Mikey sit on the mattress, he fluffed the pillows and pushed the rumpled blanket aside.
            Mikey’s head was dangling, his eyes drifting closed. He was too groggy to lift his feet up so Raph did that for him, urging Mikey onto his carapace and tucking one of his pillows against his side to help hold the ice pack in place.
            When he had Mikey settled, Raph shook the blanket out and draped it over his younger brother. Leaning down, Raph tucked the blanket under Mikey’s shoulders but didn’t stand up right away.
            Sensing that his brother was still there, Mikey pried his eyes open. Raph was peering down at him, a most enigmatic expression on his face.
            As he watched, Raph came closer, stopping only when his mouth was next to Mikey’s head.
            “Sometime when you’re feeling better, we need to finish this talk,” Raph whispered.
            Mikey’s eyes slid shut again. His body started to relax, the tension easing from his muscles.
            And then Mikey’s eyes snapped open as Raph bit down on his collarbone. For a moment Raph’s teeth remained clamped on Mikey’s skin and an unbidden churr issued from the younger turtle.
            Mouth open, Mikey gasped as a stimulating spike lanced its way into his groin.
            It was over almost as quickly as it had begun as Raph released him and stood up. Mikey lay there panting, gaping through blurred vision at his brother’s smiling face.
            Mikey closed his eyes and then opened them again, wanting to verify what he was seeing, but in that split second Raph was gone.
            Even with the sedative fighting him for control it took Mikey some little time to fall asleep. He spent that time trying to convince himself he hadn’t just been imagining things.
TBC……………
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