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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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            Raph was seated sideways on his motorcycle, arms crossed and head turned towards the warehouse entrance when Mikey exited the access tunnel through the grate.

Mikey paused for a moment, looking across the warehouse at his brother. He could tell that Raph had not wanted to see his face as Mikey came out of the secret room. Mikey knew why too; the expression that Raph wore was one of insecurity, fear, and self-loathing.

            In that moment Mikey felt an overwhelming connection to Raphael, as well as a deep empathy that was painful. Mikey had experienced those same horrible feelings after his first encounter with Raph, when his brother had told him he was sick and fucked up.

            For Mikey that had only lasted a few days but for Raph those emotions had eaten at him for years. In many ways Michelangelo was more resilient than his siblings; he chose to find solutions for negative feelings rather than suffer their stigma.

            The same could not be said for Raph, who displayed a brash mask to the world but was in fact in constant emotional turmoil. Mikey could see his brother’s vulnerability showing through and though he knew that Raph would quickly hide it, the chaos was always there beneath the surface.

            More determined than ever to learn what they could have together, Mikey walked purposefully up to where Raph waited. Raph’s expression immediately smoothed out and when he turned his head to look at his younger brother, the tough veneer was firmly in place.

            “I still want this,” Mikey announced, showing not the slightest hint of hesitation.

            For several heartbeats there was no verbal reaction from Raph. He stared at Mikey, his gold eyes gleaming as his jaw worked from side to side.

            Finally releasing an audible sigh, Raph said, “Okay. I gotta figure some things out before we go further. Right now we need to get back before we’re missed. Grab the door.”

            As Raph climbed onto the motorcycle, Mikey jogged over to the door and shoved it aside. He waited there for Raph to pull up next to him and then hopped on behind his brother.

            The return ride to the alley where the van was parked was made in silence. There were so many things that Mikey would have liked to say, but having his words muffled by the wind whipping past his face would have diminished their meaning. Raph was never all that talkative anyway and had already said more than normal during their earlier conversation.

            Mikey half expected to find Leo and Don waiting near the van for their return and was relieved to see that they weren’t. Raph parked his motorcycle in exactly the same spot and position it had been in before they left and Mikey knew that was because Leo would have noticed a change.

            Once they were back on the roof top, Raph said, “We’ll split up here. Go back to your patrol and make it look good. Ya’ gotta be able to describe a couple of restaurants in case Leo asks. Don’t forget to take the forwarding off your phone and code in, it’s about time we do that again.”

            “Wait a second,” Mikey said, stopping Raph as he started to leave. “When and how are we gonna sneak away so we can spend some time together?”

            “Leave that to me. I’ll come up with something,” Raph assured him before trotting off towards his assigned search route.

            Wasting no more time, Mikey ran back to the roof where Raph had found him. On his mind was the elaborate plan Raph had implemented in order to have a private talk with his younger brother. Mikey had no doubts that Raph could create a situation that would put the two of them in that secret room of his again, and probably fairly soon.

            The first thing Mikey did upon arriving at his destination was to retrieve his phone. He’d been careful to keep an eye out for Leo or Don and was glad to have made it back without seeing either of them.

            Mikey saw that Raph had already coded in again and promptly followed suit after resetting his phone. Then he took a moment to glance down at the bistro across the street, seeing that the crowds had started to thin out.

            With a satisfied nod, Mikey began to make a quick circuit of his search area. He couldn’t remember who it had been assigned to the evening before, but if it was part of Leo’s route, Mikey knew he’d better have a good mental picture of the sector.

            As he ran, Mikey thought about the situation he and Raphael were in. Although he knew they could manage a few clandestine trysts, they weren’t going to be able to keep it up forever.

            Nor did he want to, if Mikey was honest with himself. There was no reason for them not to be together the way they preferred, at least not to Mikey’s way of thinking. What he and Raph wanted from each other was mutually beneficial and if handled correctly, wouldn’t be detrimental to anyone.

            From what Raph had said, he’d been drawn to Mikey since they were very young. Mikey knew that he’d always been fascinated by his hot headed brother as well, so they weren’t merely settling for the proverbial ‘bird in hand’.

            Mikey wasn’t sure what Leo’s reasoning might be for not wanting his brothers to fully enjoy each other’s company, even in a carnal way. Granted, Leo didn’t know that what they had was a mutual interest, but once he did, how could he argue against it?

            As much as Mikey would have loved to simply confront Leo with the truth of these things, he knew he couldn’t. Raph’s feelings about what had occurred between he and Leo ran too deep and he wasn’t confident enough about where he stood with Mikey to be willing to come out to anyone about it.

            Nor was Raph at a point where he’d be willing to fight for what he wanted. Mikey silently cursed Leo for scarring Raph in that way. Mikey had never felt as protective of his passionate older brother as he did in that moment. Leo had told him that he understood Raph, but Mikey was sure that he understood Raph much better.

            That was when it came to Mikey that it wasn’t Leo’s judgment of him that bothered Raph, it was that of Master Splinter. Leo had gone straight for the jugular with his threat to tell their sensei and it was those words that had resonated with Raph for years.

Any type of censure from their father was more than Raph could bear; it was his Achilles’ heel. Raph strove to gain Master Splinter’s notice, worked to shine in a group of siblings that appeared to achieve greater things. Leo was almost a Master ninja in his own right, the leader, the right hand to their sensei. Don was the brains of the bunch, a genius whose intellect rivaled that of the greatest minds ever known.

Mikey was himself extraordinarily gifted, a natural athlete with the insight to see past most deceptions. Though their father had many times tried to explain to Raphael that his talents were in the depths of his soul, his character rich and unique in its ability to empathize with the suffering of others, and his innate protective instincts grounded towards acts of pure unselfishness, Raph couldn’t understand.

Because Raph refused to acknowledge that he was in any way special, he suffered from the thoughts that he wasn’t loved. He would never do anything that would earn Master Splinter’s disdain. That was one of the things that Leo knew quite well.

Raph had told him ‘Leo fights with the weapons he’s got’. Playing on Raph’s emotions with regards to their father was one of those weapons.

Mikey halted for a moment to think about that. On the street below was a little piano bar and Mikey could hear the music drifting up to him as he reasoned something out. Fighting with weapons worked well until you no longer had those weapons.

Removing Leo as an obstacle might be as simple as taking away his sharpest armament, and in this instance that wasn’t his katana. What Mikey needed to do was to remove Master Splinter from the equation. Convincing their father that allowing two of his sons to be in a relationship would transfer all of the power back to Raph and leave Leo holding nothing.

How exactly he’d do that Mikey didn’t know. But now he had a game plan and he intended to see it through. Let Raph work on ways for them to be together without anyone’s knowledge, Mikey would spend his time making sure they didn’t have to do that for the rest of their lives. Raph didn’t even need to know how Mikey was scheming behind the scenes; heck it was probably better if he didn’t have a clue, that way he couldn’t freak out about it.

Having such a plan in place left Mikey feeling very much in control of his future. He was never one to accept that he couldn’t have something he wanted and he wasn’t about to entertain that notion now.

Since he knew his brothers would expect him to be the first to return to home base, Mikey took a moment to grab an evening paper and then made his way back to their starting point. There was a large heating unit on the roof top and Mikey took a seat with his shell pressed against it. From his vantage point he could see and hear anyone approaching.

Opening the paper, Mikey skimmed the comic section and then turned his attention to the news. He was engrossed in a story of the indictment of a gang of weapon’s dealers and how Officer John Longer had played an instrumental part in that coup, when he heard someone land on the roof.

Glancing up, Mikey saw Don coming towards him. With an ingratiating grin, Mikey said, “Nobody made the news. Apparently he saved the city from an influx of illegal arms.”

“I’m glad to know they’re giving him the credit,” Don said. “It wouldn’t have surprised me if his boss had tried to hog the glory.”

“I think she got kicked down in rank and assigned to the personnel office after her superiors found out how she buckled under pressure from that crook Ruffington,” Mikey said. “At least that’s what I heard.”

Don shook his head. “I don’t know how you find out this stuff, considering we have no access to the gossip mill.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I do,” Mikey told him, puffing out his chest. “The Turtle Titan hears things.”

“Did he hear anything during his patrol?” Leo asked, striding up to them.

Both Mikey and Don had missed his arrival, but that wasn’t surprising since Leo had long ago perfected the Way of Invisibility and the Way of Silence.

“Nothing other than a lot of people having a good time,” Mikey said. “Something we need to do more often.”

            Raph’s arrival wasn’t as stealthy as Leo’s, but it was pretty silent for a turtle of his size. He’d heard Mikey’s comment and said, “Kicking butt is fun. Problem is there wasn’t none to kick tonight.”

            “I think Casey’s losing his touch,” Mikey said, folding the paper and standing up. “Mostly his tips are good, but this one’s a washout. The only thing patrolling a bunch of restaurants did for me was to make me hungry.”

            “Yeah okay, quit your griping,” Raph said, scowling at Mikey. “I’ll give him a call tomorrow and find out what’s going on. Maybe I’ll make it an early morning call and wake his ass up. Teach him to feed me bad information.”

            “Please stop saying ‘feed’,” Mikey said with feeling, holding his stomach. “I’m running on empty.”

            “Let’s head home before we have to hear any more about Mikey’s appetite,” Don suggested with a smile. “He can have dibs on the leftovers from dinner.”

            “Aww dude, I only said I was hungry, there’s no need to punish me for it,” Mikey said and then ducked a swipe to his head from Leonardo.

            There was a rumble of thunder from overhead, causing the turtles to look up. “We seem to be caught in an area of low pressure lately,” Don said as he examined the clouds.

            “Unless we also wanna be caught in a rain storm, I suggest we get our asses off this roof,” Raph said.

            “I second that motion,” Leo said in agreement, leading the way down to the alley.

            Mikey did not even glance in Raph’s direction as his brother started his motorcycle. Leo seemed to be in a light hearted mood and if that was because he believed his brothers were back to normal, all the better.

            On the way back to the lair Mikey commandeered the passenger seat in the van while Don drove. Leo entertained himself by pulling up a map of the West End on the navigational console.

            “See anything we missed?” Mikey asked him after a few minutes.

            Leo shook his head. “Nope. We covered everything that wasn’t purely residential. You didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary loitering near a bar or restaurant?”

            “Since I don’t frequent either of those things I couldn’t tell you what would be considered out of the ordinary,” Mikey said. “I didn’t see anyone that looked like they belonged to a gang, or anyone doing something shady. Those things I do recognize.”

            “I didn’t see anything like that either,” Don said. “There were some big crowds around a few of those places, but they were really well behaved. A lot more than you see in other parts of the city.”

            “Maybe that tip wasn’t wrong so much as a decoy,” Leo said musingly. “It’s possible that the Purple Dragons have figured out how to relay false information to Casey. If they find out that works, they might lead us right into an ambush. We need to tell Casey to be wary of anything the man he works with tells him.”

            That last sentence made Mikey sit up and take notice. Anyone other than Raph talking to Casey about this endeavor was a recipe for disaster.

            “Raph already said he was gonna call Casey in the morning,” Mikey interposed quickly. “You should tell him to relay that to Casey before he makes that call.”

            “I’ll tell him when we get to the garage,” Leo said.

            “That type of subterfuge is pretty cunning for someone like Hun,” Don commented, turning into the alley that led to their hidden garage. “He’s normally as subtle as a freight train.”

            Raph had already opened the garage door, so Don spun the van around and backed inside. A little mud had splattered the motorcycle during the drive to the lair and as Mikey hopped out of the van he saw his brother busily cleaning it off of his ‘baby’.

            Leo walked over to Raph, no doubt to talk to him about his new theory, and Mikey went along with Don directly down to the lair. They parted company as Mikey headed towards the kitchen and the genius made a beeline for his lab.

            Mikey was actually hungry, but that wasn’t from watching happy diners all night. His nerves had been on a roller coaster ride and had burned off his earlier meal. He’d have to think about stocking Raph’s hide-out with snacks if being with the hot head was going to have this type of effect on him.

            It wasn’t much longer before both Leo and Raph made an appearance. Neither entered the kitchen and Mikey watched the pair head upstairs together, separating to go to their rooms. Absently chewing on a piece of cold chicken, Mikey almost bet himself that Leo wouldn’t go to sleep until he knew that Mikey was also safely tucked away for the remainder of the night.

            By the time Mikey had finished his snack, Don had turned out the lights in his sanctum and gone to bed. Mikey washed his hands and decided he was finally tired enough to sleep.

            He was at the bottom of the stairs when Leo came out of his room and started down.

            “Dude, I thought you’d gone to bed,” Mikey said, though he knew better.

            “I usually look in on Father before I go to sleep,” Leo told him. “He can sense I’m there and will know we’re safe. It helps him to rest easier.”

            Mikey had started his climb but paused part way up to say, “I hadn’t really thought about it before, but being a dad is hard work, don’t you think bro’? I mean, it isn’t all about making sure we learn everything we need to survive, or providing us with necessities. Master Splinter must worry about us being happy too. You know, like quality of life sort of stuff.”

            “I’m sure that’s all true,” Leo responded, his gaze unwavering. “It’s even more difficult when he has to divide needs from wants. Benefitting from his wisdom is a lot better than learning something the hard way. Sometimes it’s impossible for us to step back from our desires and realize they aren’t our best choices.”

            “And sometimes our instincts are correct,” Mikey countered. “Good night, Leo.”

            “Good night little brother,” Leo said, turning towards their father’s room.

            Hearing the sounds of Raph’s snoring coming through the door told Mikey that his brother hadn’t had any difficulty dropping off to sleep. It was a good sign; at least Raph wasn’t pacing the floor eaten up with guilt over his intention to break the promise he’d made to Leo.

            Mikey entered his room, closing the door and stripping out of his gear before dropping into bed. As far as he was concerned, Raph shouldn’t have been forced to make that promise in the first place. What Leo had said to his brother was nothing less than coercion.

            There was also the possibility that Raph’s conscience wasn’t bothering him because he hadn’t gone too far with Mikey yet. The episode in his room hadn’t lasted long and could be written off as nothing more than a test to find out what was really going on in Mikey’s head.

            Before he drifted into dreamland, Mikey made another decision. He would absolutely not allow Raphael to feel any kind of disgrace over their libidinous interactions. Mikey would be Raph’s guide towards emotional freedom and in turn, Raph would use Mikey’s body in ways that would fully satisfy both of them.

            The next morning as Mikey went about his usual routine, he realized that he felt more like his old self than he had in quite a while. Knowing that he and Raph had reached a mutual accord had drained Mikey of his obsessive need to find ways to get his brother to hurt him.

            Keeping his secret was much easier when Mikey didn’t have to hide it from Raph too. Raph also seemed in lighter spirits, as if having a confidant had drained some of the puss from old wounds.

            Feeling sanguine about his rationale from the previous evening, Mikey was determined to begin his campaign. A prime opportunity presented itself after lunch, when Master Splinter got comfortable in his chair to continue watching his ‘shows’.

            Normally, the brothers steered clear of their father’s chosen form of entertainment, finding the stories unutterably boring. Mikey had a sneaking suspicion that Master Splinter gained some of his wisdom about the vagaries of human behavior from those dramas. The premise behind all of them seemed to be ‘anything that can go wrong, will go wrong’.

            Mikey tried to appear nonchalant as he drifted towards the television array. No one else was around, though he could hear sounds of activity from other areas of the lair.

            Taking a seat on the couch, Mikey glanced towards his father. Master Splinter was too engrossed in his program to even acknowledge his son’s presence. Turning his eyes to the TV, Mikey watched some of the drama unfold and noticed that there was a difference between the shows his father watched in the morning and the ones he was addicted to in the afternoon.

            They did all have one common theme though; people doing bad things to each other and then attempting to justify their actions. Mikey made a face, unable to understand why people couldn’t grasp the simple concept of living their lives in a way that wouldn’t cause harm to anyone else. What the heck did it matter what people did in the privacy of their bedrooms if no one else was hurt or in any way affected by it?

            As Mikey waited for a commercial break, he tried to decide what he would say to his father. He couldn’t broach the subject outright, at least not at this juncture. A roundabout approach was called for; Mikey wasn’t looking for blessings yet, he was only laying the groundwork.

            When the first commercial began, Master Splinter blinked, as though coming out of a fugue state, and looked over at his son.

            “Ah Michelangelo, have you developed a taste for daytime drama?” Master Splinter asked.

            Mikey shrugged. “I don’t know sensei. I’ve never watched any before. Guess I wanted to see what you found so interesting.”

            There was a twinkle in Master Splinter’s eyes as he said, “I am afraid that these do not contain the level of entertainment you normally find in car chases and random acts of extreme violence.”

            “Yeah, I kind of noticed that,” Mikey acknowledged. “It’s mostly about people, right? How they act around each other and the stuff they do to mess up their lives?”

            “That is one way to look at it,” Master Splinter said. “I would say the underlying theme in all of them has to do with the human’s natural instinct to search for love.”

            Mikey was bright enough to see that an opening had been presented to him without his having to make an effort. Silently thanking his father’s soap operas, Mikey said, “Is that like the whole soul mate thing I’ve heard April talking about?”

            “Yes, something like that,” Master Splinter said. “Some would say it simply stems from the need of all living things to procreate, and to choose the best available specimen in order to improve the rate of their offspring’s survival.”

            Hoping that their conversation wasn’t going to lead down a road to a talk about the birds and bees, something their father had discussed with them years ago, Mikey ventured to say, “That doesn’t always apply though, does it Master Splinter? I mean, there are a lot of people who prefer someone of their own gender, right?”

            “That is quite true,” Master Splinter said, nodding sagely. “It is a subject that they have finally begun to address on my shows. I find it very refreshing.”

            “So~o, you don’t have a problem with same sex couples?” Mikey asked.

            “If they care about one another, if they treat one another with love and respect, how is it my place to disapprove?” Master Splinter asked rhetorically.

            “Some people think it’s wrong, that it goes against nature,” Mikey said, watching his father closely.

            “I am afraid those people have not made a nearly detailed enough study of nature,” Master Splinter said. “One must remember that people who have closed their minds rely on a certain belief system to supply them with their truths. Such dogma can be injurious since it does not incorporate facts, it is merely an ideology developed around a specific paradigm.”

            “Wow Master Splinter, that’s deep,” Mikey responded with awe.

            His father studied Mikey for a moment and then asked, “Do you have difficulty accepting the sexual preferences of certain groups of people, my son?”

            “Uh, no, no, no,” Mikey replied hastily. “I’m a live and let live kind of guy. I just like the idea of people being happy with whoever they’ve chosen.”

            “As do I,” Master Splinter said with a smile. “Happiness and fulfillment are beautiful things. I am hoping that Maddie and Sinclair will soon realize they are made for one another and cease their endless fighting.”

            It took Mikey a second to realize that his father had shifted his attention back to the program he’d been watching. Mikey wisely decided that he’d made enough of an effort for the day towards his campaign to win his father’s approval. Master Splinter did not have a problem with two males being together and was obviously committed to an individual’s rights to be with whomever they chose.

            At least to a certain degree, Mikey amended to himself. Same sex couples were only part of the equation. There was still the bigger question of how Master Splinter would react to siblings making the choice to find contentment in each other’s arms.

            Having nothing better to do, Mikey relaxed against the couch cushions and started watching television with his father. After a while he began to find the interplay between characters pretty interesting. He knew that a group of writers had created the story and dialogue, but he had to admire their grasp of human nature.

            Periodically, Master Splinter would insert his take on what was happening and Mikey was surprised at how much he enjoyed spending the time with his father. For his part, Master Splinter seemed just as happy that one of his sons was showing an interest in his past time as well.

            After a while Mikey dozed off to the droning of the television and the warm comfort of his father’s presence.

            The next thing he knew, a strong hand was gripping his shoulder and he woke to find Raph leaning over the back of the couch looking down at him.

            “Hmm, mmph?” Mikey grunted, noticing that Master Splinter was still in his chair.

            “Wake up noodle head,” Raph said. “I’ve got dinner duty and I’m making chicken parmesan. Where the hell’s the cheese grater? I can’t find it.”

            “Raphael, language,” Master Splinter intoned without looking at his son.

            “It’s where we always put it,” Mikey grumbled. “You know, under the . . . .”

            He stopped talking when he saw Raph’s eyes widen and then the almost imperceptible movement of his head in a nod towards the kitchen.

            “It’s easier if I just show you,” Mikey said, now fully awake. He scrambled off the couch and followed his brother, who was already on his way.

            Once they were in the kitchen, Mikey went directly to one of the lower cabinets and produced the cheese grater. Setting it on the counter, he saw that Raph had situated himself so that he could keep an eye on the rest of the lair.

            Raph glanced at him and in a low voice said, “Go to bed early. Turn your lights out, but don’t go to sleep. I need ya’ to sneak out and meet me at exactly midnight. Go six blocks east of here, you’ll have to be above ground. When ya’ get to the alley behind Dryer’s Deli take that manhole back down to the sewers.”

            He paused for a moment to study the area outside the kitchen and Mikey whispered, “How are you going to get away?”

            “Shit, here comes Leo.” Raph darted over and grabbed the cheese grater, taking it to the kitchen table. “You’ll find out at dinner,” he hissed at Mikey.

            When their older brother walked through the door, Raph was busily grating an onion and Mikey was pulling pans out for him to use. Raph acknowledged Leo’s presence with a nod and Mikey grinned at him.

            “Hey, you wanna bet with me on how long it takes for that onion to make Raphie cry?” Mikey asked.

            “Keep calling me ‘Raphie’ and I’m gonna rub this onion in your eyes,” Raph threatened without looking up.

            They continued their banter as Raph prepared the meal, accepting assistance from Mikey and allowing Leo to touch nothing more than the dirty dishes. It would have seemed like a normal everyday event if not for the fact that Mikey knew the only reason Leo was there was to keep an eye on his two brothers.

            Even Leo couldn’t keep that up forever. Mikey figured he was being extra vigilant now for two reasons; he was looking for signs that Raph and Mikey were trying to get together, and as a reminder to them that he’d always present them with an obstacle.

            Raph’s passionate nature came through in his cooking, especially when it was a dish he preferred. There wasn’t a lot of talk at the dinner table because the family was too busy savoring the meal, which had been done to perfection.

            Partway through dinner, Raph cleared his throat and said, “I’m going over to Casey’s later to catch the mixed martial arts tournament on the tube. The last time I tried to watch something on TV here, I was rudely interrupted.”

            He glared at Mikey who somehow managed to look both abashed and mischievous all at once.

            “It is raining outside,” Master Splinter said mildly, his way of reminding Raph to be careful.

            “Yeah, I’m going on foot. Don’t wanna take the shell cycle out in the weather. I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up for me,” Raph said, unable to avoid glancing in Leo’s direction.

            “Did you talk to Casey yet about the West Village tip?” Leo asked.

            “I got him on the phone this morning,” Raph answered. “He said he’d go out and do a little information gathering and let me know what he found out when I get to his place.”

            “Hopefully he doesn’t come back with another tip that turns out to be a wild goose chase,” Don said. “His sources used to be a lot more reliable.”

            “He’s a bone head,” Raph said, as if that explained everything.

            Dinner could not end soon enough as far as Mikey was concerned. He was feeling the anticipation for his rendezvous keenly and was glad he’d taken that earlier nap since it would probably be the only sleep he managed.

            Mikey had to make an effort not to bounce off the walls, but Raph didn’t appear affected by nerves at all. Maybe that was because he was a really good actor, or that he used bluff and bluster on a regular basis to hide his feelings.

            Because he needed some way to burn off the excess energy, Mikey offered to clean up the kitchen, announcing that it was his way to make up for throwing a fake cockroach on Raph.

Rather than thanking him, Raph rudely mumbled, “That’s a start”, after which he left for Casey’s apartment.

It took Mikey about an hour to finish in the kitchen, during which time he was left to himself. He was glad for that; he wasn’t in the mood for any witty repartee and certainly couldn’t deal with anyone noticing something amiss and asking if he was all right.

When he wandered out into the lair to see what the rest of his family was up to, he found that Master Splinter was watching the evening news, while Leo divided his time between the broadcast and a game of chess with Donatello.

That bode well for Mikey’s chances of escaping the lair unseen. There was nothing in the news to agitate Leo because if there had been, he wouldn’t have accepted a game challenge from the genius. In turn, Don apparently had no pressing projects otherwise he’d be engaged elsewhere. If the chess match ran its usual course, they’d play a couple of rounds and call it a night.

Walking over to where his family was, Mikey stretched his arms wide and yawned prodigiously. “This family is boring,” he announced with finality.

“Sorry we haven’t the faculties to entertain you properly,” Don murmured, his eyes on the chess board.

“Even your words are boring,” Mikey said.

“You can probably find more exciting ones in the dictionary,” Leo told him.

“That’s right, gang up on me,” Mikey said. “I’m going into the world of my comic books to get away from this life of drudgery.”

“Dramatic much?” Don asked rhetorically as he moved one of his pieces.

Mikey made sure to yawn again, making a great show of it, before heading up to his room. Before he went inside he glanced down at his brothers and saw Don use the back of his hand to pat a yawn of his own.

Grinning, Mikey closed himself in his room and spent a half hour thumbing through some of his favorite comic books. He heard the faint sounds of his brothers bidding their father goodnight and decided it would be a good time to pretend to go to sleep as well.

Shutting out the lights, Mikey moved to the center of his room, kicked aside the rug, and sank down cross legged onto the cold stone floor. In that position he was too uncomfortable to accidently fall asleep, though as wired as he felt, Mikey didn’t think there was much chance of that happening.

From his position Mikey could just make out the red digital numbers on his bedside clock. He watched another half hour tick by, all the while listening for household sounds. Finally he heard Donny call out a goodnight to his older brother and a couple of minutes later came the sound of the genius’ door being closed.

It was down to Leo now. By straining his hearing, Mikey picked up noises that told him Leo was moving around below, probably turning out lights and checking on Master Splinter. The faint whisper of the TV was extinguished and Mikey realized he was holding his breath. Leo needed to go to bed soon, or Mikey would never make it out of the lair.

Eventually Mikey heard the soft pad of Leo’s footsteps on the stair treads. He honed in on that sound, his attention laser focused on tracking his brother’s whereabouts. Leo went down the hall to the bathroom and Mikey waited, heart beating in his chest. After a few minutes, Leo came out and started walking towards his room.

Just when Mikey thought it would be safe to breathe again, Leo stopped, directly in front of his door.

“Oh shell,” Mikey thought, wondering if he’d locked the door. If not and Leo tried for a peek inside, Mikey was going to have to launch himself at his bed and hope he made it without being busted.

It came to Mikey then that he was being too silent. He wasn’t a loud snorer like Raph, but he was by no means quiet either. Don had told him on a number of occasions that he tended to talk in his sleep and maybe the fact that he wasn’t making any noise was what had caused Leo to stop in the first place.

Carefully sliding back towards the bed so the sound would be coming from the right area, Mikey emitted a low snort, followed by some light snoring. He kept that up for thirty seconds before switching to a low mumble, the words unintelligible nonsense that he hoped sounded like his usual sleep talk.

All the while Mikey kept his eyes glued to the shadow of Leo’s feet that showed under the door. In another couple of minutes they moved away and then Mikey heard Leo’s door click shut.

The relief was so great that Mikey almost keeled over. He felt light headed and a little shaky, probably from the adrenaline he knew had to be coursing through his veins. When the feeling started to wear off, Mikey nearly laughed, giddy from the high of anticipation and nearly getting caught.

A look at the clock showed him that it was almost eleven. He had another forty-five minutes to wait.

After what seemed like an eternity, it was time for Mikey to slip out of the lair. He fixed the rug and then rolled some blankets into roughly his size, pulling another blanket over them. From his door, it looked exactly as if he were in bed.

Without the slightest sound Mikey exited his room, closing the door behind him. He waited there, listening intently, and heard the faintest of snores from Leo’s room.

Mikey employed every bit of stealth he’d ever learned to get out of the lair without being seen or heard. Cautiously, he exited the tunnels, going above ground into a light drizzle that helped to shield him from prying eyes.

Because the dampness had reduced the sidewalk crowds to zero, Mikey remained street side, taking only a few minutes to traverse six city blocks. He turned into the alley behind the deli as Raph had instructed, using up a second to pry the cover off of the manhole before dropping back down into the sewers.

At first glance there was no sign of his brother and Mikey thought he might have arrived early. Then he worried that something had happened to Raph. Or just as bad, that he’d changed his mind.

“Ya’ have any problems getting out of the lair?” Raph asked, moving forward from the deep shadows.

“A little,” Mikey admitted. “I had to wait for Leo to stop prowling around.”

Raph grimaced. “He’s gonna be a problem.” With a short laugh, he added, “Well, more of a problem than he already is.”

“Did you even go over to Casey’s?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah, I sure as hell did. He’s my alibi, only he don’t know it. I got him shit-faced drunk on cheap beer and some decent whiskey I picked up at the bodega down the street from his place. He passed out a half hour ago and he won’t wake up until I shake his ass in the morning to tell him I’m leaving,” Raph said as he started walking through the tunnel.

Mikey moved along with him. “He’ll think you were there all night?”

“That’s the idea,” Raph said. “Don’t know if Leo has his head so far up his ass that he’ll check, but if he does, Casey will swear I never left the apartment.”

“I rolled up some blankets so it’ll look like I’m in bed asleep,” Mikey said. “That’ll work if all he does is peek into my room. He was asleep when I left.”

“He missed his calling. Leo should have been a cop,” Raph said and then changed the subject. “Pay attention to the route we’re taking and remember it. This is another way to get to that room without having to go through the warehouse.”

He stopped talking after that and Mikey wondered if Raph was as nervous as he was. Either one of them could call the whole thing off at this point and be done with it. Once they entered that room, Mikey was pretty sure neither of them would look back.

They had travelled through about a mile of tunnel when they came to a dead end. A section of the tunnel had been bricked up and a lattice work of two-by-fours had been built in front of the wall, bearing a sign with the city works department’s seal that said “Keep Out”.

Raph chuckled at the puzzled expression on Mikey’s face before reaching down to a spot under the far left footing. Mikey heard something click and then Raph swung the barricade aside.

“There’s a latch down there,” Raph said, pointing it out to his brother. “I put this up here. Swiped that sign so it’d look official. I put in this fake brick wall too.”

“Fake?” Mikey asked, staring at what looked like row after row of solid brickwork.

“Yeah. Ya’ think I spent hours helping Don build all of the entrances to the lair without learning a few things?” Raph asked. “Watch.”

He reached up to the wall and pressed a series of bricks. Each one slid back an inch until he touched the final one in the sequence, and then they all snapped back into place and the wall separated in half.

Raph pushed against the halves and the wall opened. Signaling for Mikey to enter, Raph pulled the wooden barricade shut and latched it before entering the tunnel on the other side of the wall and shoving the bricks back together.

“Did ya’ see the pattern those bricks made when I pressed them?” Raph asked, his eyes glowing in the low light.

“It kind of looked like a giant ‘M’,” Mikey said, feeling his face flush.

“That’s what it was,” Raph admitted. He started down the tunnel, flashing a quick look at Mikey. “I was thinking about ya’ when I designed it.”

Now Mikey understood what Raph had meant when he’d said he’d made his secret room a year ago for his youngest brother. He understood the significance of the cloth dummy made to look like him. Everything about this secret part of Raph’s life and been created around a fantasy life that involved Michelangelo.

It wasn’t much farther before they reached a tunnel that intersected with the one that Mikey recognized would lead to the underground room. By the time they reached the metal door, Mikey’s gut was churning and the palms of his hands were damp.

Raph pulled a key from his belt and handed it to Mikey. “This one’s yours. Go ahead and try it on the door.”

Licking his lips, Mikey stepped in front of Raph and inserted the key into the lock. It turned without a hitch and Mikey opened the door.

For a second Mikey froze, his mind going completely blank.

“If ya’ don’t want this, if ya’ have any doubts, back out now,” Raph whispered hoarsely.

Mikey’s head swiveled slowly around until their eyes made contact. The tough outer veneer had stripped away from Raph’s face, giving Mikey a glimpse of emotions that were raw and exposed.

“I told you my answer yesterday,” Mikey said. “It hasn’t changed. I’m just processing the fact that this is finally coming true for us.”

His assurances took some of the tension from Raph’s shoulders and after offering his brother a quick smile, Mikey entered the room.

Walking to the center of the space, Mikey waited as Raph locked the door behind them. Before turning around, Raph took a deep breath and exhaled.

Spinning to face Mikey, Raph said, “Okay, here’s the rules. First off, we don’t touch each other until we strip; weapons, gear, masks. Everything. Do ya’ know why?”

Mikey’s eyes remained tight on Raph. “Scent.”

“Yeah. Our scent right now is aggressive to everybody except us. To Leo, Don, and even Master Splinter the change in how we smell is in their subconscious and they process it as us being at odds with each other. They don’t understand the difference and we don’t need to help them see the light by our smelling strongly of each other,” Raph explained.

“Second rule,” Raph continued, “there’s a shower in the bathroom and before we leave this room we get cleaned up. After that we don’t touch each other again. We gear up after we shower so there’s no chance our scent will transfer to our things.”

“Simple enough,” Mikey said encouragingly.

“Third rule,” Raph said and then paused to clear his throat. “Third rule is about trust. ‘Cause like ya’ said, I’ve got to learn to trust myself not to go too far, and you’ve gotta trust me to stop when ya’ say so. But that cuts both ways, Mikey. I’ve gotta trust that you’ll say stop. I’ve gotta trust that ya’ know when you’re supposed to stop whatever we’re doing.”

“I will, Raph. There’s no way I want you to do something to me that scares you into quitting this,” Mikey assured him.

“Then we’ll do like ya’ suggested for the verbal cue. When ya’ want me to stop, just say ‘Splinter’,” Raph said. “If ya’ can’t talk, then ya’ lift one finger or knock three times on something. Make sure I hear it, make me quit, ya’ got that Mikey?”

His voice had a hint of agitation in it and Mikey quickly said, “The rules are good, Raph. Don’t worry about me, okay? Look, the way I see it, the more you get to act out your fantasies, the more you practice, the less chance there will be that you’ll snap and lose control. It’s just like practicing ninjitsu, bro’.”

As he spoke, Mikey walked over to the bar and began removing his gear, piling it on the wooden top. He continued to watch Raph as he did so, seeing that his brother was avidly following every movement of Mikey’s hands.

When the change came over Raph, Mikey could almost feel it in the air around him. Something inside his brother seemed to shift, a dark veil coming down over Raph’s face as his eyes appeared to shine with some hidden inner cunning.

There was a dangerous and hungry look in them now that had Mikey shivering in anticipation. The tentative, questioning aspect was gone from Raph’s countenance as he too stripped down to his skin.

“Get over here,” Raph directed.

Not knowing what was going to happen added excitement to the situation. Mikey did as he was told, feeling hot all over. When he drew near, Raph stepped aside and said, “Stop there and turn around.”

Mikey has just barely turned when Raph placed the palm of his hand against Mikey’s plastron and shoved him forcefully back against the wall. There was muscle behind that push and Mikey’s carapace made a loud thump as it hit the bricks.

Raph’s hand stayed in place and he leaned in close to his brother, searching for something, maybe fear, in Mikey’s eyes. For just a heartbeat Mikey thought that Raph might kiss him, but then the older turtle backed away.

“Put your hands flat against the wall behind you and spread your legs,” Raph ordered, his voice husky. “Then don’t move.”

After Mikey complied with that command, Raph moved away from him, going over to the chest at the end of the bed. As he dug around inside of it, Mikey’s heart started hammering, beating out an impossibly fast rhythm.

When Raph had found what he wanted, he came back towards Mikey. The younger turtle watched his approach with a small amount of trepidation and then his eyes drifted down to the object in Raph’s hand.

Raph was holding a pair of long metal forceps and at the sight of them, Mikey released a low, keening moan.

There was no hint of regard in Raph’s expression, just a dark purpose that matched all of the dreams Mikey had ever had about his brother. The slight dread that Mikey felt was overwhelmed by the raw need that was lighting a fire in his loins.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Raph demanded.

Mikey swiftly made his tongue available and started to breathe faster. He kept his eyes focused on Raph’s face as his brother slid the end of the forceps onto the middle of Mikey’s tongue and then clamped it shut.

The pain was immediate and almost unbearable, unlike anything Mikey had ever experienced.

“Does it hurt?” Raph asked in a gravelly tone of voice.

Mikey couldn’t talk but he managed an affirmative noise. “Uhhh huhhh!”

“Good,” Raph told him. “If ya’ want it off ya’ can take it off yourself. But when ya’ do, I’ll stop touching ya.”

Blinking to acknowledge his understanding, Mikey waited. For several long and excruciating minutes Raph only stared at him. Rather than diminishing, the pain began to creep farther along Mikey’s tongue and his eyes started to water.

At the same time, Mikey was becoming more and more aroused.

Finally he felt the rough skin on Raph’s hand touch his inner thigh, right near Mikey’s knee. The hand slowly slid upwards, lightly scratching the sensitive surface area along that part of Mikey’s anatomy.

When Raph’s hand touched the crease between thigh and groin Mikey grunted. His cock had started to swell, inflating exponentially with the pain he was feeling.

Raph began to caress the skin inside the crease with a fingernail, passing it back and forth, his eyes never leaving Mikey’s face. Tears of pain crept from the corners of Mikey’s eyes and rolled across his cheeks but he was also panting from the stimulation, his erection a living thing trapped under his shell.

Then Raph pinched the skin along the crease, very, very hard.

A loud moan escaped from Mikey, followed on its heels by a churr that vibrated his upper body. Just as the pain from the first pinch began to fade, Raph did it again.

“Ahhhhhh!” Mikey exclaimed around the forceps, shaking from an extremely violent need.

“Drop down,” Raph muttered, his voice guttural.

Mikey’s dick tumbled out of hiding and to his relief, Raph took it firmly in his hand. As Raph began to fondle Mikey’s solid erection, he said, “Remember, if the clamp comes off, so do my hands.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Mikey nodded. An intense array of sensations swept across his body; the pain in his tongue traveling along his spinal cord and into his lower regions, making the blood pump into his cock.

Raph continued to stroke Mikey’s shaft, his own breathing sounding coarse in Mikey’s ears. Mikey felt a bump from Raph’s other arm and opened his eyes. Unable to look all of the way down because of their positions, Mikey could still see that both of Raph’s arms were moving in identical rhythmic motions and knew his brother was jerking off to Mikey’s pain.

At that moment Raph leaned forward and lightly bit the tip of Mikey’s tongue.

The pain was a sudden flash fire that made Mikey screech at the top of his lungs. At that exact same moment he climaxed into Raph’s hand.

Spiraling dizzily on a cloud of pain and euphoria, Mikey barely felt the heat of Raph’s cum hitting his leg.

TBC……………..
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