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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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            Michelangelo was relieved when Donatello woke him for his shift at watching their ailing father.
            Not that Mikey particularly liked being awakened at such an insane hour. It was just that Don’s being there on time meant that Master Splinter was sleeping peacefully. If he had taken a turn for the worse, Don would be tending to him, not giving that task over to Mikey.
            After making certain that Don actually went to bed like he was supposed to, Mikey did a quick round of the lair to check that unneeded lights and electronics had been shut off. When that was done, he quietly entered his father’s room. Master Splinter was sound asleep, the sound of his even breathing reassuring the worried turtle.
            Settling comfortably onto an old futon with his shell braced against the wall, Mikey began flipping through the comic books he’d brought down with him. His turn at watch would only last a couple of hours, but just a quarter of that time had passed before Mikey grew bored.
            Master Splinter hadn’t moved, hadn’t showed any signs of discomfort at all since Mikey had joined him. The bedroom was warm and toasty, a small lamp giving off enough light to read by but not enough to disturb their father’s sleep.
            With nothing to do but let his thoughts wander, it was inevitable that they turned to Raphael. Mikey could picture him sprawled in his hammock, his muscular form relaxed and on display. The visual was so tantalizing that Mikey had to fight with every ounce of his will-power not to rush upstairs and invade his brother’s bedroom.
            Needing to exert some self-restraint, Mikey looked around to see what his brothers might have left behind that could possibly entertain him. His eyes fell on a large dictionary and he realized that’s what Don had been reading to pass the time.
            “It figures,” Mikey thought to himself with a snort of amusement. He lifted the thick volume, hefting it to get a feel for its weight, and then set it on his lap.
            Glancing over at his father and seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, Mikey opened the dictionary. Feeling slightly guilty, he flipped to the section containing words that began with the letter ‘S’ and looked up ‘sex’.
            One of the definitions read; “physical activity in which people touch each other's bodies, kiss each other, etc. physical activity that is related to and often includes sexual intercourse.”
            Mikey re-read the sentence and then stared unseeing at the page. “Often includes sexual intercourse” ran through his mind several times as he started to think very hard about what that meant.
            Granted he’d only had two real encounters with Raph, but each of those involved the giving and taking of pain. Mikey had found the ultimate pleasure in both of those meetings, but Raph had peaked only once, and by using his own hand. In neither case did Raph actually use Mikey’s body for his own sexual gratification.
            Surely Raphael would want to at some point. Mikey had no experience in that arena and no real exposure to the mechanics involved in something like that. The concept wasn’t entirely foreign to him, he could guess enough to know that simply touching Raph’s penis wasn’t everything that they could do together.
            Would Raph let Mikey touch him? Would Raph expect more than that, would he want Mikey to perform certain acts with him? The thought excited Mikey but it also made him wonder if he could actually go through with it if Raph demanded those things from him. Mikey hadn’t really fantasized much beyond having his own sexual needs fulfilled.
            Blinking himself back to reality, Mikey quickly turned the pages of the dictionary to other words such as lust, desire, need, and love. His mind frantically hopped from definition to definition, finding himself only partially in each description.
Only the word ‘love’ gave Mikey solace, offering him the definition he felt truly explained what he wanted in a relationship. “A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person, especially when based on sexual attraction. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection.”
That’s what Mikey wanted, what he desired above all else. Mikey wanted to be loved by Raph, he wanted to enjoy the kink they both shared, to balance his brother, and to take part in an intimacy that went beyond the physical. He simply had no idea if Raph also wanted that same thing.
Up until that moment Master Splinter had been quiet, but now he groaned in his sleep. Mikey instantly set the book aside, all previous thoughts leaving his head as he quickly moved over to his father’s side.
As gently as possible, Mikey touched the back of Master Splinter’s hand. After determining that it didn’t feel as though the fever had returned, Mikey leaned down and listened to his father’s breathing.
There was no indication that his airways were blocked or that he was at all congested. Mikey looked into his father’s face, watching the small frown line smooth out from his brow.
Mikey thought he understood. His own inner turmoil had been sensed by Master Splinter and that was what his father had reacted to.
Very faintly, Mikey whispered, “It’s all okay, Father. I’m figuring it out. Don’t worry.”
Almost as soon as the words left Mikey’s mouth, Master Splinter sighed and his body appeared to relax.
Assuring himself that Master Splinter had settled again, Mikey returned to the futon and to reading the dictionary. This time however, he avoided all trigger words.
When three-thirty rolled around, Mikey got to his feet, checked Master Splinter one last time, and then headed upstairs to wake Leonardo for his shift. The urge to peek into Raph’s room returned as he approached the bedrooms, but Mikey resisted it.
Mikey paused at Leo’s door with his hand partially lifted to knock. After glancing at Don’s room he decided against making any noise, fearful that he’d wake the genius. Donatello tended to sleep as lightly as Leo whenever a family member was sick or injured.
Using great care, Mikey turned the knob and opened the door. The room was dark and Mikey didn’t completely close the door behind him so that a little light from the lair could seep into the room.
His eyes adjusted quickly and Mikey walked across to Leo’s bed on cat’s feet, moving as silently as he could. He was surprised to reach his brother’s side without waking Leo and realized in that moment that the older turtle must be truly exhausted.
Very slowly, Mikey kneeled next to Leo’s bed and studied his brother’s face. Awake or asleep, Leonardo’s expression was enigmatic, giving nothing away. Having a sibling who was always so stoic could be something of a pain. Trying to read his thoughts was even more so.
Lately all they had done was to converse in circles. Mikey would give a lot to know what Leo truly thought, what he kept hidden behind that aloof mask of his. Sleeping this soundly was a good indication that Leonardo was stressing about something, whether that was their father’s illness, the situation with Raph and Mikey, or both, was hard to tell.
As Mikey looked down at Leo he wondered if there was a way to get through to him, to help him understand and accept what Raph needed. Surely if Leo knew that Mikey wanted the same things, that this particular fetish was desired and mutually accepted by both, he couldn’t stand in their way.
Frowning, another idea made its way into Mikey’s head. What if Leo knew or sensed more about Raph than just his kink? What if those demons Leo had alluded to weren’t entirely about Raph’s need to dominate someone through pain?
Mikey pondered that idea. Suppose what Leo worried over wasn’t necessarily a fear that Raphael might physically harm Michelangelo, but the concern that Raph couldn’t give Mikey what he truly wanted? Hadn’t Master Splinter also hinted at something along those lines?
Staring down at Leo, Mikey whispered, “What are you keeping from me?”
Almost instantly Leonardo’s eyes popped open. His gaze fell immediately on his younger brother. “Is everything okay? Is it my shift?”
The questions assured Mikey that Leo hadn’t heard his words, just the sound of his voice.
“Dude, you were so out of it. I can’t believe you didn’t hear me come in. I’m wide awake bro’, I can stay up longer. Maybe you should get some more shut eye,” Mikey told him.
Leo sat up and Mikey got to his feet, moving back to make room. Grabbing his mask off of the bedside table, Leo began tying it on. “No, I’m good. Did Father wake?” he asked.
Mikey shook his head. “Nope. He’s sleeping easy. No coughing or wheezing, and his breathing doesn’t sound labored at all. Guess we can thank the ooze for giving us all great recuperative powers.”
“I’d thank it if it didn’t allow us to get sick in the first place,” Leo said dryly as he pulled on the rest of his gear and seated his weapons on his shell. “Go on to bed and try to sleep. We don’t need for anyone else to become ill.”
“Not gonna argue with you bro’,” Mikey said. “I left some comics down there or if you’re desperate you can read Don’s dictionary. It’s filled with words nobody will ever need to know.”
Leo chuckled and picked up a book from his table. “I’ll stick with this.”
“Sun Tzu?” Mikey asked, quirking an eye ridge. “Don’t you like, have that memorized by now?”
“It’s a new translation,” Leo answered. “I’m curious to see how it differs from my other copies.”
“’Copies’ being plural,” Mikey said. “That’s pathetic. You really need to expand your horizons.”
“I’m sure I could do that with costumed comic book heroes,” Leo responded with a hint of humor.
“At least they show a certain sense of style, something you are hopelessly without,” Mikey retorted.
“I’m a ninja, Mikey. I don’t need style, just invisibility,” Leo said as he headed out the door.
“They call that skill ‘art’ for a reason,” Mikey countered, following him. “You should pull off that invisibility trick with more panache.”
Leo placed a finger to his lips and then pointed at Don’s door. Of course he couldn’t leave it alone, having a fondness for getting in the last word. “Panache is for turtles who can’t manage invisibility or silence,” he whispered.
“Ouch,” Mikey murmured, covering his heart with one hand. He was grinning as he watched Leo go downstairs.
Entering his own bedroom, Mikey thought about how much he enjoyed moments like the one he and Leo had just passed together. The easy back and forth of their conversation made him feel very relaxed and entertained.
The problem was they weren’t really saying anything of substance. Mikey turned out the lights and crawled into bed, kicking the blanket to the bottom because he didn’t need it just yet. Lighthearted bantering was enjoyable, but they were all still harboring secrets that apparently no one was willing to talk about.
Mikey dug the back of his head into his pillow and shifted around to get comfortable. In the silence he could hear the ticking of his small bedside alarm clock and the usual muted sounds that came through the walls and pipes of their underground home.
His eyes were beginning to drift shut when another sound reached him. It took only a fraction of a second to realize it was Raph’s snoring that he heard.
As before, the snoring reverberated through Mikey’s body like a siren’s song, enticing him in ways that set off a deep longing in the young turtle’s system. Unconsciously moving his hips, Mikey’s hearing locked onto the sound and his eyes glazed over.
Visualizing his brother’s strong body, biceps bulging as he held Mikey down, only served as further enticement. Mikey could almost feel Raphael’s shaft against his leg again, perhaps this time sliding upwards in search of an opening to penetrate.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Mikey released his aching cock. There was no way he’d sleep now, not without alleviating the pain from his throbbing hard-on.
Wrapping a hand around his erection, Mikey began to masturbate. Stroking himself, Mikey followed his memory to his last encounter with Raph, reliving the feeling of his brother’s nails against his skin, his fingers pinching sensitive areas of Mikey’s anatomy.
Mikey almost wailed as his orgasm hit. At the last second he stuffed his fist into his mouth to muffle the sound as cum erupted from his erect organ.
Wave upon wave of sheer pleasure rolled through Mikey’s system. In moments it was done and Mikey’s hand flopped down onto the mattress, his teeth releasing their grip on his fist as Mikey completely relaxed.
Panting, Mikey lay there while the air cooled his skin and the cum on his plastron grew sticky. His endorphins kicked in and soon Mikey could feel nothing at all, his body seeming to float on a cloud.
After a while he became aware that the cold was starting to bother him. Catching a hold of the blanket with his toes, Mikey used the smallest of efforts to lift it towards his fingers and then pulled the blanket the rest of the way over him.
In seconds he was sound asleep, images of Raphael running through his head.
When Mikey finally made it downstairs the next morning he saw that Master Splinter was once more seated on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders.
Walking over, Mikey bade his father good morning and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Quite well, thank you Michelangelo,” Master Splinter replied. “Donatello insisted that I ‘take it easy’ again today. I have agreed only because if I do not, he and Leonardo will hover around me the entire day.”
Mikey chuckled. “You should totally take advantage of that, sensei. I can’t even guess how many hours you must have spent taking care of us when we were little. You deserve some payback.”
“You seem quite ready to reverse our roles,” Master Splinter said. “Have you grown so much?”
The expression on his father’s face was searching, as though he was trying to look directly into Mikey’s mind. Perhaps something of what had occurred in his room the night before still lingered in the aged rat’s head, some residual memory of Mikey’s mental chaos.
If that was so, Mikey needed to set his father as ease, and quickly. “If it seems that way then it’s because you did such a great job raising us. We’re supposed to learn how to be good adults, right? I don’t mind if you want to keep spoiling me though.”
He delivered that last line with his customary grin, hoping to disarm his father. It seemed to work as Master Splinter’s brow smoothed out.
“I shall have to work on my technique I see. Spoiling you was certainly never my intent,” Master Splinter said mildly.
“Don’t make any extra effort on my account,” Mikey told him. “Can I get you anything? Want me to tell Don and Leo to leave you alone for a while? I can say you’ve threatened to start throwing things at their heads.”
“I need nothing and I can deliver my own messages without resorting to force,” Master Splinter said, his amusement obvious.
“I’ll remind you of that next time you hit me with your stick,” Mikey said as he headed off towards the kitchen.
On his way there the grin slipped from Mikey’s face as more serious thoughts came to him. As the years progressed, it seemed their father was succumbing to illness more frequently. He usually recovered with the same amazing speed, but it was still worrisome.
Every time Master Splinter was feeling down Mikey found that he was imagining the worst. He couldn’t comprehend life without his father. From the time they were young, Master Splinter had been their whole world. He was their mentor, teacher, guide; he eased their pain, chased away the things that frightened them, nurtured and cared for them to the best of his ability despite the hardships they faced.
As much as Mikey would miss him, he knew their father’s loss would be hardest on Raphael. For all of the macho front Raph put on, underneath he had self-doubts that could only be put to rest by his father’s assurances. Mikey hoped that one day Raph would be able to trust him enough to bare his soul to him the way he did with Master Splinter.
Shaking his head, Mikey dispersed those depressing thoughts, refusing to dwell on his fear any longer. He entered the kitchen to find that his brothers were enjoying a leisurely breakfast.
“What’s to eat?” Mikey asked, looking at the stove. “Am I the only one who ever makes a hot breakfast?”
“Yes,” Raph answered without looking up from his newspaper. “Help yourself to cereal, just make sure it’s not mine.”
He emphasized the final word and turned a page aggressively enough to cause the paper to rustle. Don took a sip of his coffee and then told Mikey, “There are still some of the sweet rolls that April made in the fridge. Give them a short zap in the microwave and they’re really delicious.”
“Cool,” Mikey said, bouncing over to the refrigerator and retrieving the rolls. “By the way, Master Splinter says you guys are annoying him.”
“I doubt that very much,” Leo said, refusing to be riled.
“Then you’d be wrong,” Mikey announced. Placing the sweet rolls in the microwave to warm them, he added, “He said you and Don are hovering. Apparently I’m the only perfect son.”
Raph scoffed. “If that’s the case, then we’re all in a world of trouble.”
“Finish up guys,” Leo said, draining his tea cup and rising from his chair to deposit it in the sink. “I’m headed to the dojo, join me when you’re finished. I know we’re all tired, so we’ll just work on forms today.”
“’We’ll just work on forms’”, Mikey groaned as he sat down with his breakfast. “I’d rather spar. Mister Perfectionist will decide my foot placement is one millimeter off and have me repeat the same move forty-seven times.”
“Then I’d suggest you watch your foot placement,” Don said before leaving the kitchen to join Leo in the dojo.
Mikey glared at the doorway. “You notice how he always says that stuff on his way out of the room?”
“Ya’ want he should stay and listen to ya’ bitch some more?” Raph asked, folding his newspaper and setting it aside.
“I’m venting,” Mikey said, looking at his brother. “There’s a difference.”
“Not from our point of view,” Raph said, bending forward to fix his brother with a stern gaze. “Ya’ sleep good last night?”
Mikey felt the color rise in his face but tried to appear disinterested as he bit into his sweet roll. “Okay I guess,” he mumbled around the sticky confection.
A corner of Raph’s mouth lifted. “Did ya’ get off thinking about me?”
“What makes you think you were on my mind at all?” Mikey returned, giving Raph a snide look.
“Gimme a break,” Raph said, leaning back once more. “I can tell from the way ya’ keep looking at me and trying to act like ya’ ain’t that you’re ready to go again.”
“I guess that means you’re thinking about it too,” Mikey said, knowing that was an admission but needing to hear Raph’s response.
“I’ve got two cedar chests full of sex toys,” Raph said flatly. “I collected them for a reason. Let’s talk about how we get the shell out of here without setting off Leo’s radar.”
“What? No fancy lie that you’re ready to break out for just such an occasion?” Mikey asked sarcastically.
Raph’s chair slid back and he got up. “How’s about we keep it simple? I’ll let ya’ know what to do later, after we make sure Master Splinter’s gonna be all right.”
“The ball’s in your court,” Mikey said, watching him leave the room.
Quickly finishing his breakfast, Mikey washed the stickiness from his hands and joined his brothers in the dojo. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, inside Mikey was a bundle of nervous energy. It was hard for him to move slowly, hard to stick the precision necessary to go through his forms.
He earned several rebukes from Leo but no one looked at him with suspicion. Mikey’s siblings were far too used to his overabundance of energy to think that he was uncharacteristically clumsy.
When their practice session was completed and they’d all had lunch, Master Splinter called them over, turning the television off in order to have their undivided attention.
“My sons, first I would like to thank you all for your excellent care giving,” Master Splinter said after his boys were seated. “I am feeling much better. I intend to abide by my normal schedule which means that I will be returning to my room to meditate after our discussion.”
“I’ve turned the heat down to low so that it won’t get overly warm in your room,” Don said. “I don’t want to turn it off because it’s keeping the dampness out of the air.”
Master Splinter nodded. “That is prudent, thank you Donatello. When I turn in for the night I do not want any of you sitting with me. Last night I indulged you because I could tell that you were all worried. Your concern is no longer necessary.”
“But Master Splinter . . . .” Leo began.
His father lifted a hand, shutting off Leo’s protest. “No. On this I must insist. I am not yet an invalid and do not wish to be treated as one.”
“Would you allow me to at least place a monitor in your room?” Don asked. “Sound only. That way if you should experience some distress you can call to me.”
“If I allowed that, you would spend the entire night listening to it,” Master Splinter said. “You do not sleep enough as it is, my son.”
A half-jelled idea began to form in the back of Mikey’s mind and he blurted, “Give the monitor to Leo. He sleeps light anyway, so he can sleep and listen at the same time. None of the rest of us can do that, we wouldn’t risk falling asleep.”
“That would be an excellent compromise father,” Leo agreed quickly. “We would all worry less if you’d allow us to use a monitor.”
Mikey studiously avoided looking directly at Raph, though from the corner of his eye he could see the scowl on his brother’s face. Master Splinter contemplated his sons for a moment before saying, “I will agree to that. One night only in order to lay your fears to rest.”
He stood up to indicate their talk was over. Leaving the blanket behind, Master Splinter moved to the solitude of his room and his meditation.
“I guess I’d better make sure the monitors have fresh batteries in them,” Don said after their father had departed.
No one else moved as Don made his way to his lab. Silence settled over the three remaining brothers until it grew unnaturally heavy and then Mikey said, “I’m gonna play a video game since Master Splinter doesn’t need the TV array anymore.”
“Knock yourself out,” Raph growled. “I need to loosen up my muscles.”
While Mikey was searching for the game controller, Raph stomped off towards the dojo. Leo remained on the couch, his eyes on Mikey as he loaded a disc into the gaming console.
“Did you want to play too?” Mikey asked as he returned to his spot on the couch.
Leo shook his head. “No. I’m going to head in and spot Raph on the weight bench. I want to give him a minute to get over whatever hacked him off this time. Do you have any idea what that might have been?”
Mikey glanced over his shoulder at Leo and then turned back to the television screen. “Not a clue. I’m not gonna ask either. I haven’t pranked him in days, so it can’t be me.”
With a sigh, Leo stood up. “Must be me then. I’ve no doubt he’ll explain it to me at a rather loud volume. I’ll go and get it over with so he doesn’t stew.”
“Price of being the leader dude,” Mikey said, pretending that his focus was fully on the game.
Though he went through the motions of hunting for his onscreen enemies, Mikey was actually listening for sounds of an argument coming from the dojo. He knew that what he’d said about Leo operating the monitor had irritated Raph, but he hoped he’d have an opportunity to explain himself later. The last thing that Mikey wanted was for Raph to take his vexation out on Leo.
After a quarter of an hour passed without a sound, Mikey relaxed. His attempting to take the initiative in formulating an escape plan hadn’t blown up yet, and with any luck, he could catch Raph alone and talk fast enough so that it never would.
Though he kept his eyes open for that very type of opportunity, it wasn’t until early evening before Mikey saw his chance. Leo had joined Master Splinter for meditation and Don was in the kitchen, taking his turn at dinner duty.
From the corner of his eye, Mikey had seen Raph go up to the garage shortly before Leo entered Master Splinter’s room. Wasting no time, Mikey shut down his game and made a beeline for the elevator.
As soon as he reached the garage, Mikey hopped out of the elevator and located Raphael. His brother was cleaning the leather seat on his motorcycle, a regimen he maintained with regularity.
Raph didn’t look up when Mikey entered and that made the younger turtle immediately nervous. Rather than approaching Raph, Mikey stopped near the work tables which were several feet from where the motorcycle was parked.
For a few minutes Mikey simply watched as Raph rubbed leather cleaner into the seat. Mikey knew the subject he wanted to broach, but he was hoping for a sign from Raph that would tell him how to start.
“Is the bottle of leather conditioner sitting on one of those tables?” Raph asked without glancing at his brother.
“Hang on, I’ll check,” Mikey said, turning to run his eyes over the tables.
He didn’t hear Raph coming. Less than a second after Mikey turned, Raph had slammed into him, shoving Mikey’s thighs up against the edge of the table. A rough hand on the back of Mikey’s head forced the younger turtle down until his chest hit the table top.
“What were ya’ thinking?” Raph demanded. “Leo’s gonna be half awake all night listening for noises on that damn monitor.”
“I know,” Mikey said, his voice coming out muffled because the side of his face was pressing into the table. “It also means he won’t leave his room for fear of missing some sound from Master Splinter’s room.”
For a moment the only thing Mikey heard was Raph’s heavy breathing. He could feel Raph’s body pressing into his lower half and his tail practically vibrated at the feeling of his brother’s rough scutes rubbing against it.
Then Raph grabbed the top edge of Mikey’s shell and jerked him up, spinning him around but keeping him trapped against the table.
“The ball’s in my court, huh?” Raph asked, leaning in close to Mikey’s face with his eyes narrowed. “When I say I’ll tell ya’ what to do, it means ya’ keep your mouth shut and leave the planning to me.”
Mikey’s arms were back, his palms flattened against the table in order to hold himself upright. Raph’s hands lowered to Mikey’s hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh so hard that Mikey felt sure he was going to have bruises.
Almost unconsciously, Mikey started to spread his legs, his breath quickening with excitement. Though he seemed unable to stop his show of submissiveness, Mikey still had something he needed to explain to his brother.
“I w . . . wanted to help,” Mikey managed, gritting his teeth to control the stuttering before trying again. “I thought that if Leo stayed in his room, the sound of your snoring would assure him you were in yours.”
“But I wasn’t planning to be in my room,” Raph said, clipping his words.
“I know that,” Mikey rushed to say. “Remember when I shared your room because April was in mine? You kept saying you didn’t snore every time I complained about it until one night I recorded it and played it back for you. I still have that recording.”
“So?” Raph asked, still appearing angry.
“So I can set it to run in a continuous loop. It’ll sound exactly as if you’re in your room sleeping. Leo won’t want to leave his room because of the monitor and he won’t think he needs to if he believes he knows where you are. We can leave at different times and meet at the room at one o’clock,” Mikey suggested.
“Ya’ need it bad, don’t ya’?” Raph asked, his golden eyes boring into Mikey’s. “Let’s get something straight; ya’ don’t make the plans, I do. Ya’ got ideas, ya’ run them past me first. Ya’ do what I say, when I say it. That’s how this is gonna work. The minute ya’ try to play a lone hand again, we’re done.”
Mikey didn’t know what to say. The ultimatum was clear, if Mikey tried to take a role that was anything but compliant, Raph would stop their secret interactions completely.
He didn’t want that, even as part of his mind screamed that their relationship was totally without balance. Though his brain seemed trapped by indecision, Mikey’s body continued to acquiesce to his brother’s muscled form, the space between his legs now wide enough for Raph to work his way between them.
Thrusting his hips forward, Raph’s groin slammed into Mikey’s. “Do ya’ get what I’m telling ya’?” Raph pressed, expecting an answer.
“Yes!” Mikey exclaimed, eyes wide with growing lust.
A satisfied look settled on Raph’s face and he leaned in closer. Mikey watched his approach, breath quickening in anticipation as his eyes darted down towards Raph’s lips.
Mikey’s head was suddenly jerked backwards as Raph caught the trailing ends of his mask. Raph lowered his mouth to Mikey’s neck, drawing a gasp from the younger turtle at the feeling of suction against his skin.
Seconds later, Raph ground his lower half against Mikey’s and began nipping at his throat. Closing his eyes, Mikey waited for the first bite.
TBC……….
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