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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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            Despite all of the possessions that filled Mikey’s room, with Raphael no longer present it felt empty.

            So did Mikey. The brief period of euphoria that followed his release was rapidly replaced by questions stacked on top of more questions. Heading that list was why Raph had felt the need for their interlude to be so clandestine.

            They lived together. The brothers went into each other’s rooms to visit all of the time. Raph could have easily chosen to come to him at any given moment without raising the least bit of suspicion. Yet Raph had decided to seek answers at a point when he was supposed to be elsewhere.

            That he’d snuck off without Leo’s knowledge was obvious because Raph had made it clear he couldn’t stay long. So why was it imperative that he be so secretive?

            Mikey sat on the edge of his bed, arms propped on his knees and his head down as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. From the way his tail throbbed, he was fairly certain it had been bruised. Now that his sweat had dried, the sting had gone from the bite on his neck, but it was still sensitive to the touch.

            There had been a spot of blood on his finger when Mikey had pulled his hand away. Raph had broken the skin this time and Mikey had loved it.

            If he needed a reminder of how much he’d loved it, which he didn’t, all Mikey had to do was look at his wall. Having tightened the light bulb that Raph had loosened when laying his trap, the evidence of their encounter was now clearly visible. That thought was what finally pulled Mikey out of his sex induced stupor and onto his feet. He had to clean up that mess before his brothers came home.

            Mikey found the bottle of bleach tucked beneath the kitchen sink. Filling a tub with warm water, he dumped a copious amount of bleach into it. Then he grabbed a dish rag from the pile they kept in a box and returned to his room.

            In the back of his mind was what Raph had said about scent. Mikey was pretty sure that Leo and Don could identify the musky aroma of his ejaculate, but he was more concerned about what else they might smell. Like for instance whatever scent he was giving off combined with Raphael’s unique redolence.

            Bleach might have been overkill, but it did a great job at destroying odors. By the time Mikey had scrubbed a broad expanse of the wall and the floor, his room reeked of bleach. A dead body could be tucked in the corner and no one would smell it.

            His brothers had not returned by the time his cleaning job was finished, so after Mikey returned the tub to where it belonged and tossed out the dish rag, he headed in to shower.

            Mikey washed every square inch of his body, double soaping anywhere that Raph had touched. He only dabbed gingerly at the bite mark on the base of his skull though, needing it to be clean so he could evaluate the damage. Making it sting again wasn’t high on his list of smart things to do because he did not need to be stimulated for a second time tonight.

            Once more he delved into the drawer filled with April’s leftover cosmetics and found a much used powder compact. Inside the top was a mirror and turning his back to the big mirror over the sink, Mikey used the smaller version to examine the bite mark.

            It was a beauty. Fortunately Raph hadn’t opened his mouth wide, using only the central section of teeth, so the mark didn’t cover as large an expanse of neck as Mikey had first feared. Hair would have done a great job of disguising the bite, but that wasn’t an option for a turtle.

            Neither was that handy stick of green concealer. It would disguise a little of the redness so it wouldn’t stand out so much, but it was not going to hide it completely.

            If it was the dead of winter when it sometimes got cold in the lair, Mikey could have worn a scarf. That would work right up until practice time, when Mikey would have to remove it.

            The idea of ‘hair’ and ‘scarf’ did give him an idea though. There was one thing that Mikey and his brothers wore practically all of the time. When old ones wore out, they had fabric they could use to make new ones.

            Mikey stared at his mask in the mirror. It was a simple enough design, in fact, Mikey could make replacements with his eyes shut. The mask tails hung nearly halfway down his carapace, made to flutter with his movements and distract enemy eyes from targeting his neck.

            There was nothing to say the tails themselves couldn’t be a little wider. It wouldn’t take much; a half an inch per tail should accomplish his goal. When Mikey wasn’t moving, the mask tails would hide the mark on his neck just fine.

            Now Mikey just had to think of a way to keep them down when he was moving. Since April’s drawer full of tricks had helped him out twice now, he dug around in it again to see what treasures he could find. Right away he latched onto a small spray bottle labeled ‘firm spray’.

            According to the legend on the bottle, firm spray was used as a finishing touch to keep styled hair in place. Mikey remembered how April would sometimes climb off the back of Casey’s motorcycle after a long ride looking as though the wind hadn’t touched her hair.

            Deciding to experiment, Mikey grabbed his mask off the towel rack where he’d hung it and held it out in front of him. Following the directions on the bottle, he sprayed a fine mist over the mask tails and then waited.

            After a couple of minutes Mikey shook the mask and was pleased to see the mask tails remain fairly rigid. They still flopped around some, but when he stopped moving them, they sank back down straight rather than floating around as usual.

            Taking the bottle with him, Mikey returned to his room, shutting and locking the door. From a set of bookshelves against one wall he retrieved the plastic storage box where he kept the orange cloth that was the material from which his masks were made.

            It didn’t take him long to create a replacement mask, one with wider tails. Mikey looked over his finished product, nodding to himself. At the last minute he’d decided to shorten the tails as well as widen them, and that helped to lessen their movement even before he treated them with the firm spray.

            Mikey was putting his things away when he heard his brother’s return. Though he was very tempted to greet them and ask how their mission had gone, mostly because he wanted to see Raph, Mikey decided against it. He was supposed to be sore at them for leaving him behind and it would be more in character if he pretended not to give a damn.

            Quickly shutting off his light before any of them could come upstairs and discover he was still awake, Mikey collapsed onto his bed, suddenly exhausted. With his eyes closed, Mikey focused on the words Raph had spoken while pushing him against the wall, rather than on the action itself.

            Raph had said that Mikey was giving off a scent, one that meant nothing to Leo or Don. Mikey knew for a fact that Raph’s smell had changed for him, even though the others hadn’t seemed to notice any difference.

            It was almost as if their bodies were moving into sync with each other, harmonizing. Master Splinter would have called it yin and yang.

            ‘Willing to let me do anything I damn well please?’ Raph had asked. Mikey had screamed his answer because he was more than willing; he needed it.

            Maybe Raph needed it too. Maybe they both got off on the rough stuff, just in different ways.

            With that thought floating through his mind, Mikey fell into a deep sleep.

            Since Master Splinter had known the brothers would most likely be home late from their newest mission, practice had been pushed back until the afternoon. Mikey knew he could lounge in bed if he wanted to, a luxury he’d normally take advantage of.

            However, when his eyes had popped open, Mikey found himself wide awake. If he hadn’t needed to talk to Raphael before, he desperately needed to now. With their normal schedules thrown off, there was a good chance that Raph would be available for a little conversation.

            As Mikey was making a beeline for the bathroom he noticed that Raph’s bedroom door was closed. Frowning, Mikey looked around to make sure no one was watching him, and then pressed his head against the door. From inside came the sonorous sounds of Raph’s snoring.

            Mikey made a face at the door and proceeded onto the bathroom. It figured that the one morning Mikey got up early just to spend time with Raph, said brother would sleep in.

            After performing what magic he could with the green concealer in making the bite on his neck less noticeable, Mikey donned his new mask. When he moved his head, the treated tails of the mask shifted very little, a fact that satisfied the turtle greatly. Using the dual mirror trick to survey how things looked from behind him, Mikey was gratified to find that the new design covered the bite mark completely.

            Until that mark disappeared, Mikey would have to take care to avoid having anyone get behind him for long enough to look closely at the base of his skull. Having to be constantly on his toes like that would be a bummer, but it was the price Mikey was going to have to pay for his particular kink.

            Speaking of prices, since he’d already paid for the lie about his bruised ribs, Mikey figured he’d just double down and let them keep thinking he was too sore to spar. That was the only practice exercise where he’d have to be concerned with someone getting a look at his exposed neck.

            Unless he was paired up with Raph where he wouldn’t have to worry about that. Unfortunately, until he knew where the two of them were going with their secret, Mikey couldn’t risk being that physical with Raph in public. Raph’s proximity meant that Mikey had very little control over certain parts of his anatomy.

            Putting on his game face, Mikey sauntered downstairs and into the kitchen in search of breakfast. Since he had the time and nothing else to do, Mikey started scrambling some eggs. He noticed that fresh coffee had been made which told him that Donatello was up and about somewhere.

            Deciding that he wanted some toast to go with the eggs, Mikey turned from the stove and discovered that Leo was standing not ten feet away from him.

            “Geez bro’,” Mikey yelped, hand on his heart, “are you trying to take one of my lives?”

            “You’re a ninja Michelangelo,” Leo said sternly. “You should have been aware of my presence.”

            “The only thing I’m aware of this early in the morning is my empty stomach,” Mikey retorted. He wondered how long Leo had been waiting there and if his brother had noticed the changed mask or worse yet, the mark on his neck. “Why are you creeping around behind me anyway?”

            “I wasn’t aware that I was creeping,” Leo said. “I came in to check on you and see how you were doing this morning.”

            “Why? I thought you only cared about real ninjas,” Mikey said, pushing past his brother and retrieving the loaf of bread from the refrigerator. He took great care to keep his body turned in such a way that Leo couldn’t look at the back of his neck.

            “You are a real ninja,” Leo responded, watching his younger brother move around the kitchen.

            “Wouldn’t have guessed that from last night,” Mikey shot back.

            “You’re still angry that we left you behind,” Leo said.

            “Nah.” Mikey waved the idea off with a flip of his hand. “I had a great time here at the lair without any of you guys around. I was gonna rearrange my sock drawer but then I remembered that I don’t have any socks.”

            “So you made yourself a new mask instead,” Leo said.

            Mikey’s hands stilled for a second and then he dropped the bread into the toaster, hoping that Leo hadn’t noticed the hesitation. “Yep, I decided to perfect my sewing skills. Want one? I won’t charge you much. It’s gonna be my new profession since my lame ninja skills are no longer needed.”

            “You were not excluded from last night’s mission because your skills are lacking,” Leo said, sounding exasperated. “You know that as well as I do. It’s been a long standing rule that no one patrols when they’re injured.”

            Mikey hoped that Leo would be misled by his pretending to have had his pride hurt and it seemed to be working. At least Leo was no longer focused on Mikey’s new mask design.

            Placing his toast on a plate, Mikey scooped eggs from the pan on the stove onto one of the pieces and then smashed the other slice of toast down on top. Taking his breakfast to the table, Mikey made sure to take a seat facing Leo.

            “Last night didn’t sound like a patrol to me, it sounded like a stakeout,” Mikey said, lifting his egg sandwich. “But hey, what do I know? I’m not even capable of telling when my super ninja master of stealth brother is sneaking up on me.”

            Mikey took a healthy bite of his sandwich, thinking that might be enough of a dismissive gesture to chase Leo off.

            Rather than leaving though, Leo pulled out a chair opposite Mikey and sat down. “Maybe I was a little preemptive last night,” Leo admitted. “Lately I’ve been concerned about your behavior.”

            Taking his time in chewing his food, Mikey thought about what his brother had just said. It was obvious now that Leo was hoping to squeeze some information from Mikey. If he played his cards right, Mikey could avoid giving anything away and then turn the tables on Leo. There were things that Mikey wanted to know, like what the subject of that conversation between Raph and Leo had been about.

            “We already had this talk,” Mikey said after he swallowed the mouthful of sandwich. “I’m starting to wonder about you, bro’. I mean, it seems like everywhere I go, there you are. Granted the lair’s a small place, but you aren’t my tail.”

            “Nor am I trying to be,” Leo said. “You’re reading too much into coincidence.”

            “Yeah?” Mikey asked, setting his sandwich on his plate and leaning forward. “Is it coincidence that whenever I’m in a room with Raph you make sure you’re there too? What are you afraid is gonna happen, that I’ll hack him off to the point where he tries to bean me with a pipe again? He doesn’t get angry like that anymore and you guys should trust him.”

            “Is that why you push him so much?” Leo countered. “Are you trying to test how far his patience will stretch?”

            “You are worried,” Mikey said complacently, feeling as though he’d proven a point. “You get into more real fights with him than I do. Maybe I should be following you around to make sure you don’t try to throw him off another roof top.”

            “That was uncalled for,” Leo said, sitting back so quickly his carapace thudded against the chair’s back. “Nothing in my relationship with Raph has changed and that was a single idiotic mistake on my part.”

            “It has changed Leo,” Mikey said, staring at his brother. “You told me that yourself. You got made leader and had your wishes fulfilled. According to you, Raph still has his demons, whatever they are, and maybe, just maybe, you’re holding that over him.”

            Leo’s expression changed, taking on a more calculating look. “Is that why you want to be alone with Raph, Mikey? Are you hoping you can help him exorcise those demons?”

            Mikey knew he was treading on dangerous ground and needed to word things carefully. “You’re the one who brought them up, remember? Could be that you made me curious or could be that you told me that stuff so that I would be curious. What the heck did you think I’d do with that information?”

            “I thought it would make you cautious,” Leo answered quickly.

            “Why should I be cautious around my own brother?” Mikey asked. “Whatever those demons are, he’s had them for a really long time according to you. Why should they be any cause for alarm now?”

            “Because I think you’re trying to play with them,” Leo said bluntly. “I don’t think Raph is the only one with demons.”

            “We all have demons Leo,” Mikey said softly. “Even you. Demons aren’t always evil. Sometimes it’s better to learn how to work with them than it is to keep them buried.”

            “Demons come with a price tag,” Leo warned.

            Mikey shrugged. “Could be it’s one worth paying. You been telling Raph not to sell his?”

            “I hope you guys are talking about buying more coffee,” Don said, shuffling his way into the kitchen. Yawning, he reached for the coffee pot and refilled his cup. “I heard someone say something about price. Is that why you didn’t get any on your last grocery run, Mikey?”

            Don’s timing couldn’t have been worse and Mikey had to resist the urge to throw what was left of his sandwich at the genius. “Sorry Donny,” he said, striving to sound apologetic. “I forgot to write it down on the list.”

            “That’s okay,” Don said, leaning back against the counter and taking a sip from his cup. “April’s coming by later to bring me a new graphics board, I’ll have her grab some at the market on her way over here. Did Leo tell you that last night was a bust?”

            “He hasn’t had the chance,” Mikey said with a grin. “I was too busy fussing at him about being left out.”

            Don snorted. “All that we managed to do was get soaked. It started to rain before we made it home.”

            “No sign of any Purple Dragons?” Mikey asked.

            “None. You didn’t miss a thing,” Don said.

            “Don’t try to appease me Donatello,” Mikey told him with fake reproach. “I still resent being left behind. You owe me.”

            Don was interrupted before he could reply. “Nobody owes ya’ anything,” Raph said as he entered the room. “Ya’ should be happy ya’ didn’t have to drag your ass out into the cold rain. Did you save me some of that coffee, Donny?”

            “The rest is yours,” Don said, stepping aside so that Raph could get to the coffee maker.

            Although his egg sandwich was now cold and not very appealing, Mikey began eating it anyway. It gave him something to do so that he wasn’t staring at Raph. That was a good thing too, because after a cursory glance in Raph’s direction, Leo’s eyes had turned back towards the youngest turtle.

            Mikey ignored Leo’s contemplative gaze as he finished his breakfast. Sitting back in his chair, Mikey released a long, loud burp of satisfaction and rubbed his stomach.

            “Gross,” Don murmured.

            “Ain’t he always?” Raph asked in agreement. He acted and sounded no different from any other day and Mikey wondered just how good an actor he really was.

            “Anybody want to help me install some new security cameras?” Don asked. “I’ve finally got enough of the wireless kind so I can replace the old ones in tunnels E-seven through twelve.”

            “Can’t today, Donny boy,” Raph said. “I’m on vacuum detail.”

            “I’ll do it,” Mikey said, earning a surprised look from Don. “I need to get out of the lair before I go stir crazy.”

            “As opposed to being just plain crazy,” Raph said with a laugh, nudging Don with his elbow.

            Mikey got up and deposited his plate in the sink, making sure not to turn in such a way that either Leo or Don could look at the back of his neck. Helping Donny install security anything was not on Mikey’s list of favorite pastimes because those jobs were always tedious, but it was better than being under Leo’s watchful eyes.

            As Mikey poured some water into the bottom of the frying pan he’d used, he said, “I’ll wash this stuff later.”

            “Good, ya’ can wash my breakfast things too,” Raph said as he grabbed a cereal bowl from the cabinet.

            Mikey couldn’t resist teasing him. “Oh of course your highness.”

            Raph chuckled as he shook cereal into his bowl. “Now that’s what I like to hear. A little respect.”

            “Then I’ll be sure to give you as little as possible,” Mikey retorted good-naturedly.

            Don drained his cup, setting it down beside the coffee maker and then shutting the machine off. “Come on, Mikey. Let’s see if we can’t get this job done before practice starts.”

            “Lead the way,” Mikey said, waving Don on ahead of him.

            They detoured around the refrigerator door, which Raph was holding open so he could retrieve the milk. As Mikey passed him, Raph said in a taunting tone, “Nice mask.”

            Startled, Mikey glanced at him and saw the smirk on his brother’s face. Whatever Mikey would have liked to say in return was swallowed because Leo was still seated at the kitchen table.

            As Mikey feared, the job of helping Donatello install security cameras involved lugging around all of his brother’s equipment and tools, and standing in ankle deep water while the genius was perched on a step ladder. It was monotonous, it was boring, and it was dull.

            He couldn’t even rely on some interesting conversation because when Don was that focused on a job he didn’t talk much. Mikey tried to get him to describe the restaurant scene in the West village but the best he got from Don was that ‘it looked crowded’.

            Remembering that Don ate mostly to survive and not from any real appreciation for culinary skill, Mikey gave up. At least the job kept Mikey away from Leo for several hours.

            On their way back to the lair, Mikey broached the subject of practice, delving once more into his devious bag of fibs. “Think I can spar today? I barely notice my bruised rib anymore.”

            Don eyed him in a displeased manner. “The fact that you still notice it at all should answer that question for you, Mikey. Why are you pushing to do more than you probably should?”

            “’Cause I don’t want to be left out of the next patrol you guys go on,” Mikey said. That much was true. He just had to find a happy medium between avoiding a sparring session that might lead to the discovery of the bite mark on his neck and being confined to the lair.

            Stopping in the tunnel outside the door to the lair, Don faced Mikey and said, “How about I suggest foot work only, no kicks above the waist, no take downs? We could all use some practice on that technique.”

            “Then I can go on patrols with you guys?” Mikey asked brightly.

            “We’ll see,” Don answered noncommittally as he punched in the code that operated the secret entrance into the lair.

            Mikey grinned. If Master Splinter or Leo had said ‘we’ll see’ it would mean a big fat no. With Don it meant that Mikey still had room to plead his case later.

            “I need to put this stuff away,” Don said, indicating the equipment he and Mikey were carrying. “Set that down and tell Master Splinter I’ll join you guys in the dojo in a few minutes.”

            “Okay,” Mikey agreed, divesting himself of his load.

            The door to Master Splinter’s room was closed as Mikey walked by but he didn’t think much of that because his father rarely left it open. Afraid that he and Don were late, Mikey walked quickly into the dojo only to find that the only one occupying it was Raphael.

            “Leo’s in Master Splinter’s room getting some last minute instructions,” Raph said when he saw Mikey glance around. “Where’s Don?’

            “Dropping off the stuff we brought back with us,” Mikey told him. Seeing an opportunity, he practically sprang at his brother. “Leo and Don have no idea you came home to see me last night, do they?” he asked, wanting clarity.

            “Hell no,” Raph said. “They damn well better not find out either.”

            Mikey moved closer to him, unable to resist his brother’s mysterious pull. “I wanna do that again.”

            “What makes you think that wasn’t a one-time deal?” Raph asked, crossing him arms over his plastron.

            Placing his hands on Raph’s forearms, Mikey leaned into him. “’Cause you liked it as much as I did,” he murmured in a low, seductive voice, “and you said ‘next time’.”

            He saw Raph’s eyelids twitch and then in a deeply guttural voice, Raph said, “Ya’ ain’t worried I’ll bite ya’ someplace ya’ can’t hide? Or leave some bruises ya’ can’t explain?”

            “I’m very creative,” Mikey assured him. “Are you so worried we’ll be found out that you’re willing to stop before you find out how much I can handle?”

            The question drew a sharp intake of breath from Raph, who suddenly uncrossed his arms and grasped Mikey’s biceps tightly. “You’re playing with fire, Michelangelo,” he warned, his eyes piercing straight into his younger brother’s.

            “Maybe I like getting burnt,” Mikey said, gripping the edges of Raph’s shell as he pressed against the larger turtle’s body.

            The sound of approaching voices made Raph release his brother swiftly. Mikey still retained his hold, his nostrils wide as he inhaled his brother’s almost intoxicating musk.

“Ain’t ya’ got any sense?” Raph hissed. “Act normal.”

Stepping back abruptly, Raph broke free of Mikey’s hold, snapping Mikey back to reality. With an excited grin, Mikey back flipped away from his brother, coming to a stop halfway across the room before the rest of his family entered the dojo.

There was no missing the look that Leo shot at both of them, but Raph merely appeared impatient for practice to begin. For his part, Mikey wore an eager expression on his face, anxious to work off the surge of energy that pulsed through his system.

Raph hadn’t turned him down. Mikey knew that meant he was going to get his ‘next time’. He just wasn’t sure he wouldn’t bounce out of his own skin waiting for it.

TBC……………
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