The Pain Game | By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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For exactly two and a half days after the incident in the dojo Michelangelo managed to avoid Raphael. Since everyone knew by now that they’d had a row, Mikey’s dodging Raph seemed quite natural.
On the third day Master Splinter made Mikey spar with Raph. Their father had always accepted that his sons would periodically be at odds with one another, but he never allowed their squabbles to last long. If they were unable to resolve their issues themselves, he would step in and handle it for them.
Mikey absolutely did not want to spar with Raph. The mere idea of touching his brother or having Raph’s perfect body pressed against his or on top of him, pinning Mikey to the mat again, was enough to make the youngest feel dizzy.
There was no way out of it though, not that Mikey could see. Maybe he could do as Leo was always trying to teach him and focus on the fighting and not Raphael. Concentrating on the mechanics of his technique might take his mind off of his own nether regions.
It was going to be hard though, especially since he’d just found himself thinking about the way Raph’s body looked. That sure as shell wasn’t something that had ever crossed his mind before.
Facing his brother, Mikey kept his eyes on Raph’s, willing himself not to look downwards. That put Mikey at a distinct disadvantage because Raph had certain tells; certain ways that he moved his shoulders and feet that helped Mikey know what his brother planned to do. At the moment, Mikey was less concerned with losing than he was with maintaining his dignity.
Master Splinter surveyed the pair and then said, “Begin.”
Raph’s charge was not unexpected. That was the way Raph fought; straight forward and hard core. It was immediately obvious that the best defense was to hit the floor and try for a sweep, but if Raph anticipated the maneuver, Mikey would have to move ultra-fast to avoid being pinned.
Normally Mikey would have taken the chance, sure that he could move quicker than Raph. That wasn’t what he did though, instead Mikey spun aside and dodged Raph, avoiding him completely.
Since taunting his older brother was Mikey’s stock-in-trade, he couldn’t resist doing so now. “Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten so much at lunch Raphie. You’re really slow.”
“I’ll show ya’ slow,” Raph growled, closing the distance between them quickly. His first swing was at Mikey’s head, which the youngest ducked. As Mikey was straightening up, Raph’s other fist clipped his unprotected side.
It wasn’t a hard blow but it stung. Raph tried to follow it up with another body blow, but Mikey caught his arm, pulling his brother in and hip checking him.
Raph rolled as he hit the ground, coming up to his feet and rushing Mikey in one smooth motion. Moving swiftly, Mikey bobbed and weaved, avoiding Raph’s attempts to hit or grapple with him. Mikey’s hip was tingling from where it had connected with Raph’s body and warning bells were going off in the younger turtle’s brain, telling him not to do that again.
Though he kept up a constant barrage of jibes, Mikey continued to avoid touching Raph. He knew that his jeers would anger his brother and throw him off his stride and Mikey usually took advantage of that fact, but today it wasn’t just Mikey’s mouth that was running. Mikey could be very quick when he was motivated and the need to stay out of Raph’s reach was extremely incentivizing.
Mikey didn’t know how long they’d been sparring before Master Splinter finally called out, “Enough!”
Stopping where he was, a good ten feet away from Raph, Mikey turned towards his father. He kept a wary watch on Raph as he did so, knowing that his brother was riled up enough to try for a final blow despite having been told to cease.
“Michelangelo,” Master Splinter said in a stern tone, “sparring involves attack and defense as part of your training. Would you kindly explain what it was that you were doing?”
“Um, defense?” Mikey answered.
“If that is a question then you obviously do not know,” Master Splinter told him.
“I was practicing the art of retreat,” Mikey said quickly. “For those times when we have to make a strategic withdrawal.”
“It looked to me as though you were practicing the art of avoidance,” Master Splinter said dryly. “Since your brothers should not have to spend additional time in training to pay for your lack of focus, they are dismissed. You will remain here and perform katas until I feel you have gained sufficient respect for the concept of ‘practice’.”
“Yes sensei,” Mikey said meekly. Normally he would have whined about the punishment, but all he wanted at the moment was not to be in the same room as a rampaging Raphael.
Mikey walked over to stand before his father as his brothers were formally dismissed. On his way out, Raph suddenly veered towards Mikey, leaning in to whisper, “This ain’t over.”
As if to emphasize his words, Raph slammed his shoulder into Mikey’s, rocking the younger ninja back on his heels. Without a backward glance, Raph left the dojo before Master Splinter could admonish him.
The shoulder that Raph had touched felt like it had been doused in liquid heat, the warmth radiating straight into Mikey’s groin. Breathing deeply to try and calm himself, Mikey caught a whiff of the scent Raph had left behind from his sweat. The smell was intoxicating and Mikey almost didn’t hear Master Splinter tell him to begin his kata.
Two hours later Mikey’s own perspiration had wiped out the scent Raph’s skin had left behind and the youngest turtle managed to concentrate enough to perform his kata without flaw. Satisfied, Master Splinter dismissed him and Mikey made a beeline for the showers.
“What the shell is happening to me?” Mikey asked himself as he scrubbed and re-scrubbed the two places on his skin that had come into contact with Raph.
Raph’s three whispered words should be filling Mikey with dread but instead the memory of the sharp blow from his hot headed brother had the opposite effect.
Mikey had felt pain before, plenty of it in fact. Growing up in the sewers, trying to survive underground, scavenging in places even the most hardy wouldn’t venture had left marks that would never fade. Fighting every new enemy added to the scars and Mikey wouldn’t wish for a repeat of any of them.
Somehow though every painful contact with Raph was different now. Maybe it always had been and that was why Mikey felt driven to tease his brother mercilessly. Donatello had once told him that no one in their right mind poked at someone with a temper, but Mikey had just grinned at him and said it was fun.
Fun. Mikey snorted water from his nostrils and laughed shortly. Just the memory of all those times Raph had thrown him to the ground and the sat on him had Mikey hardening quickly.
Reaching down, Mikey turned the shower to cold, shivering as the frigid water shriveled his burgeoning erection. Whatever was happening to him, Mikey knew he was one sick puppy. He also knew that until he came to grips with whatever demon was possessing him, he couldn’t aggravate Raph to the point of physical contact anymore. If only for his own sanity, Mikey had to maintain a safe distance from his red banded brother.
When he came downstairs after his shower, Mikey glanced around the lair, trying to locate his family members. Leo was on the couch watching the evening newscast and Don walked past him, carrying some random machine part and muttering to himself.
A banging sound came from the kitchen and Mikey figured that’s where Raph was. Scooping up his skateboard, Mikey followed Don to his lab, stopping in the doorway.
“Hey bro’, I’m gonna do some sewer skating,” Mikey said. “I’ll try to be back for dinner.”
Don looked up, his mouth curving into a knowing smile. “I suppose you’re telling me because you’re afraid Master Splinter or Leo would ground you?”
Mikey shrugged and grinned impishly. “At least I’m letting someone know where I’ll be.”
Don waved Mikey away, his mind already turning back to whatever problem currently had his interest. That was the nice thing about good old Donny; he didn’t jump into the middle of anyone else’s business unless or until it got to the point of being dangerous.
Master Splinter’s shoji was shut and Mikey high tailed it out of the lair before his father came out of the room and spotted him. Since he didn’t want the sound of his skateboard wheels attracting Leo’s attention, Mikey jogged towards an intersecting branch of tunnels before setting his board down.
He’d just pushed off when out of nowhere a thickly muscular arm wrapped around his throat and yanked Mikey off the skateboard. The momentum carried him backwards until his carapace slammed into the tunnel wall.
Gasping for air, Mikey looked up into Raph’s eyes. His brother’s forearm pressed against his neck, pinning Mikey in place. When Mikey tried to shove Raph away, his brother caught his wrist and pushed his hand against the wall, grinding Mikey’s arm into the bricks until Mikey stopped struggling.
“Told ya’ this wasn’t over,” Raph hissed.
His tone was ominous but more frightening to Mikey was Raph’s nearness. Panicking, Mikey tried kicking off from the wall, hoping to dislodge Raph’s hold. The movement only made Raph push in closer to Mikey, using his legs to trap his younger brother’s.
“Okay goofball, start explaining,” Raph said.
Mikey stared at his brother, seeing the determined look in Raph’s eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try ta pull that crap on me,” Raph said as he jammed his arm against Mikey’s throat, making the younger turtle’s head tap the bricks behind him. “Ya’ threw a fake bug on me, I pounded your ass for it, over and done with like a million times before that. Only now all of a sudden ya’ act like I’m some kinda poison ya’ can’t stay far enough away from. I want ta know why.”
“I was just giving you some space,” Mikey said, striving to put a hint of humor in his voice. “You know, stay away and hope you’d forget the prank.”
“Hope ya’ could find an opportunity ta prank me again?” Raph asked suspiciously.
“No, nope, nothing like that,” Mikey said quickly.
“Giving me space and trying ta avoid me when we’re supposed ta be sparring are two different things,” Raph said. “Were ya’ trying ta make me look like a fool in front of sensei? That’s bullshit and so is your explanation. I want the real answer now or I’m gonna add a few lumps to that thick skull of yours.”
Mikey was trying to think fast; to come up with some lie that would satisfy Raph and get him to back off. His usually agile mind refused to cooperate though because it was slowly clouding over with lust.
The more things Raph threatened to do to him, the more aroused Mikey became. He couldn’t stop the process; it didn’t matter that he’d even conjured up an image of his father to try and calm his urges. Everything Mikey tried failed, his focus shredding each time Raph shifted and rubbed against him.
“Answer me!” Raph shouted into his face, pushing against Mikey until their plastrons scraped together.
Mikey’s eyelids drooped, his mouth opening as he began to pant with need. The desire to wiggle his hips and rub himself against Raph’s leg was nearly overwhelming. He’d never in his life been so inflamed and he was absolutely caught in a hell of not knowing what to do about it.
Some of the anger was starting to slip from Raph’s face, replaced by puzzlement. He was beginning to notice that something about Mikey was off and in a tiny moment of clarity, Mikey hoped Raph would get careless and loosen his grip enough so that Mikey could make a break for it.
“What’s wrong with ya’ bro’?” Raph asked, his brow furrowed. “Is something the matter with ya’?”
“Yes!” Mikey screamed inside his own head. For once in his life he couldn’t find his tongue, couldn’t form a coherent sentence. All he could do was shudder as Raph once more moved against him.
Then Raph’s thigh brushed against the bulge between Mikey’s legs and the younger turtle churred. The sound froze Raph, who stared at Mikey with eyes that seemed to have become twice as large as normal.
It was in that moment that realization dawned on Raph and his eyes flicked downwards, coming back up to Mikey’s as his expression melted into one of horror. Raph jumped back from his brother as though he’d been scalded, leaving Mikey clutching at his own throat as he drew in a gasping breath.
“What the bloody hell?” Raph rasped, staring at Mikey as if he’d never seen him before.
“I can explain . . . .” Mikey began, reaching a hand towards his brother.
Raph danced away from it, his face going nearly as crimson as his mask. “Tell me ya’ ain’t getting a boner ‘cause of me. Tell me that right the fuck now.”
“I don’t know!” Mikey screamed, hating the sound of disgust he heard in Raph’s voice.
“You’re sick,” Raph said, backing away from him. “Ya’ need ta stay away from me, got that? Stay the hell away from me until ya’ get some help.”
“Please don’t tell,” Mikey begged, watching Raph move back towards the lair.
“You’re fucked up,” Raph responded, breaking into a jog and quickly disappearing.
When he was gone, Mikey sank to his hands and knees, his entire body shaking in reaction. After a couple of minutes, his stomach rebelled against the sudden influx of adrenaline and Mikey vomited.
It was a little while before the tremors began to fade and Mikey crawled away from his mess, sitting back against the tunnel wall with a thud. He knew he needed to think about what had happened but his mind was blank. All he could do was stare at his feet, time passing without his awareness of it.
If some menace had come out of the dark to attack him, Mikey was pretty sure he wouldn’t bother to fight back. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d welcome such a quick release from his problems.
TBC…………………
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