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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4704 -:- 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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            Mikey stood beneath a warm spray of water, head down, his mind taken up with thoughts of hamburgers. At least he was trying to stay focused on hamburgers, after all, he was hungry.
            In a lot of ways, Mikey was a very basic kind of turtle. He liked his entertainment in the form of movies, or comics, or video games, and he liked to eat. He had a pet cat named Klunk who he adored, and he had close friends, some of them human.
            The most important thing in his world though was his family. His father and his three brothers. Until recently that was all Mikey had needed. His world changed when Mikey discovered a deeper need, a need that centered around one brother in particular.
            Leonardo had preached to him about Raphael’s demons. Michelangelo wondered if Leo had any idea that his youngest brother harbored demons of his own. Mikey himself hadn’t even realized that until recently.
            Mikey was the prankster in the family, the wise guy. He prided himself on his ability to use his wiles to fool his brothers. A good prankster had to be able to sell a trick, otherwise he couldn’t pull one off.
            The problem was that Mikey wasn’t doing a particularly good job of pulling anything over on his brothers just now. Maybe that was because his pranks, unlike this situation, could be implemented and executed in a relatively short time frame.
            Master Splinter had once told him that he believed that Mikey had the makings of a very good leader, but he lacked focus. Long range planning required focus, as Mikey was quickly learning. Now he knew why Leo meditated so much; he was honing that skill. If only Mikey could sit still for that long.
            Stepping out of the shower, Mikey toweled himself vigorously, striving to think about nothing other than what he planned to cook for dinner. It had been a long day filled with chores. As soon as he finished one task, Master Splinter would quickly appear to assign him another.
            Mikey suddenly winced as the rough towel made contact with his tail. He’d completely forgotten that Raph had gripped that sensitive appendage between his teeth while using a butt plug to . . . to . . . .
            “Hamburgers, hamburgers, hamburgers,” Mikey chanted to himself, gripping the edges of the sink, his eyes tightly closed. In a moment he had a mental image of a thick, juicy burger dripping with cheese and felt safe enough to open his eyes. His reflection stared back at him, appearing slightly accusatory.
            “Oh shut up,” Mikey told himself. All he’d done all day was think about the situation he was in with Raph and the rest of his family. The only real conclusion he’d reached was that he had to talk to Raph about Don and his secret cameras. And the ultimatum.
            Then Mikey realized that the chores his father had made him do weren’t actually punishment. They were boring and repetitive and Mikey disliked them because of that. The only escape he had while doing something as mundane as cleaning was inside his own head.
            Master Splinter knew that. He had told Mikey to think deeply about the choices he made and to ask himself certain questions. Mikey certainly wasn’t going to be doing any deep thinking while occupying himself with his normal activities, and meditation was out of the question because to him that was sheer torture.
            It was only when Mikey was stuck with manual labor that his mind truly wandered to a place deeper inside himself. When his body was active with something that didn’t require his concentration, Mikey wasn’t at all too fidgety to think.
            Chuckling, Mikey found that he’d discovered the only perfect way for him to ‘meditate’. It was amazing how his father had latched onto that before Mikey had, but then the aged rat wasn’t called ‘Master’ for nothing. This wasn’t an epiphany Mikey intended to ever share with his brothers though; he could well imagine what they’d do upon learning that chores were actually good for their younger brother.
            Wearing a grin, Mikey left the bathroom and made a quick detour to his room to pull on fresh gear before heading downstairs.
            A glance showed him that his family were all together in the living area – the newly cleaned living area – watching some real life detective show. Master Splinter was in his favorite chair, while Leo and Raph occupied the couch, sitting on opposite ends of course. Donny was even there with them, but as usual wasn’t completely idle. Seated on the rug, he had an array of tools spread out on the coffee table in front of him as he worked to repair April’s food processor for her.
            Mikey stopped in the kitchen doorway to listen to them. Don and Raph were discussing certain aspects of a new investigative tool the detectives on TV were using, to which Leo supplied an observance of his own. It all sounded perfectly harmonious, as though none of them was harboring any secrets.
            Shaking his head, Mikey entered the kitchen to begin his meal prep. After he added some spices to the ground meat and mixed it all together, Mikey decided they’d have skin-on home fries with their burgers. The bag of potatoes had been sitting in the pantry for a while and it wasn’t getting any younger.
            The smell of sizzling grilled burgers and golden fries soon wafted through the lair and drew the other turtles to the kitchen. Without having to be asked, they began to prepare the condiments and set the table. Mikey knew what attracted them; he might not be able to practice his culinary skills at one of those fancy bistros on the West end, but burger night at the lair ala Michelangelo was a crowd pleaser.
            Everyone helped themselves buffet style and then sat around the table to enjoy the meal. Master Splinter eschewed the bun in favor of the fresh rice Mikey had made for him, preferring that healthier alternative with his meat patty. He did however indulge in some fries, the fur around his eyes crinkling with pleasure as he dipped them into ketchup before popping them into his mouth.
            It made Mikey happy to see his father enjoying himself, sharing a meal with his sons and looking as though he felt much better than he had in a couple of days. That his brothers joined him in that sense of relief was clear in the way each of them behaved. The tension they all felt when Master Splinter was ill was starting to lift.
            No one would be leaving the lair tonight, not even Raph. That much was pretty clear from some things that were said by Master Splinter, one of which was how he believed he would sleep well knowing his sons were all at home. None of them would risk disappointing him after that, or take the chance that his growing agitated would cause him to become ill again.
            Mikey had no problems with that. Though he wanted like crazy to experience additional highs through Raph’s rough handling inside their secret room, he knew he had to give his body a reprieve. His jaw was still a little sore; he’d even had to be tentative about opening his mouth wide enough to eat his hamburger. The sting in his ass had faded somewhat but was still noticeable when Mikey sat, and his dick was tender to the touch.
            Yep, a one night intermission was necessary. Pain was one thing, pushing it to the point where he was actually injured another. That would certainly break his promise to Donatello not to come home requiring medical care.
            Speaking of Don, he was currently hogging Raph’s attention again. This time they were talking about microorganisms and the odds that a satellite or probe returning to Earth could carry a deadly one. Since Raph had brought it up, Mikey figured it was from something he’d read in one of his books.
            Mikey felt a tinge of dissatisfaction in noting how the two of them became more animated as the conversation continued. Raph never had those kinds of deep discussions with him. Surely what he and Raph were sharing wasn’t based entirely on simple physical fulfillment, was it?
            After a moment Mikey had the sensation that he was being watched and glanced away from the pair to find his father contemplating him. He could almost feel Master Splinter looking directly at his thoughts, reading the turmoil there as clearly as if it were the printed word.
            Giving Master Splinter his most disarming smile, Mikey tried to deflect him from his surveillance. Mikey doubted that it worked.
            Then alarm bells went off in Mikey’s head. Leo hadn’t said anything for several minutes, his silence worrisome. Reaching for more fries, Mikey cast a surreptitious look in his oldest brother’s direction, dismayed to find that Leo also appeared to be studying him.
            “Did you want some more dude?” Mikey asked quickly, hoping to cover his faux pas.
            Leo’s expression remained stoic. “No, I’m done.”
            “Ha! More for me then,” Mikey said, scooping a larger bunch of fries than he actually wanted onto his plate. Squirting some ketchup over them, Mikey had to resist the urge to also squirt some in Leo’s eyes.
            After that it was hard for Mikey to recapture the sense of satisfaction he’d been feeling over their little family gathering. Mikey did his best to act as though all was right with the world, even offering verbal appreciation when Donatello volunteered to wash up after the meal.
            Mikey half expected Raph to extend his services to help Don. Raph might have to, if Don hadn’t told him about a book in his collection he thought Raph would enjoy. After learning from Don where he could find the book, Raph exited the kitchen.
            Having had enough of cleaning for the day, Mikey left when Master Splinter and Leo did, hanging back from them in case they decided on some post-dinner meditation. Mikey was glad he’d anticipated that happening when Master Splinter invited Leo to his room to do exactly that.
            Left standing by himself in the center of the lair, Mikey realized that this was his opportunity to talk to Raph alone. He saw Raph come out of Don’s room with a book in his hand and enter his own, so Mikey quickly jogged upstairs.
            Stopping in Raph’s open doorway, Mikey saw that Raph was plumping the pillows in his hammock but hadn’t yet crawled into it. Mikey waited for a second and then cleared his throat.
            Raph took his time turning to look at his brother, as though not at all surprised to see him. “Yeah?”
            “Leo’s with Master Splinter and we need to talk,” Mikey said in a rush, keeping his voice down.
            “About what?” Raph asked, hopping into his hammock, his legs dangling over the side.
            “Well, about Donny for one thing,” Mikey said, coming into the room and grasping the edge of the door.
            “Leave it open,” Raph said sharply. “Don’t talk loud and keep your eyes open in case someone starts in this direction. What about Donny?”
            Mikey shifted so that he was standing near the door frame, turned in such a way that he could see the stairs. “He installed cameras near the tunnel entrance and in the garage,” Mikey told him, not beating around the bush because he didn’t know how much time they’d have.
            Raph went perfectly still, his eyes narrowed at Mikey. “When?” he asked, his deep voice sounding gruff.
            “A couple of days ago,” Mikey said. “The one in the garage is pointed at the door, so he didn’t see us together, but he did see you come in on your motorcycle and leave again, and then the two of us coming in through the sewer tunnel entrance one after the other.”
            After a few seconds of silence, Raph blew out a gust of air and muttered, “Damn.”
            “I only found out about it because he told me,” Mikey said. “Actually, he confronted me about it. He asked if I’d been sneaking out at night to meet you.”
            Raph’s head had lowered as if in deep thought but it quickly lifted at Mikey’s words. “What did ya’ say?”
            “I told him he should have been a spy and then asked him if he’d talked to you about it,” Mikey said. “He said no because coming and going without notice was normal for you, but being sneaky about it wasn’t. Then he asked if we’d been going out to patrol by ourselves and told me that if we’ve been picking fights without full team backup that Leo would have a cow.”
            “Fucking Leo and his snitch,” Raph said, glowering at Mikey.
            Despite his jealousy towards Don, Mikey felt like he had to defend him. “Don’s just worried, Raph. He saw me moving funny at practice and thought I’d injured my ribs again.”
            “Right when ya’ think ya’ ain’t gotta take Don into account he comes up and blindsides ya’,” Raph said. “Teach me to underestimate the Brainiac. What’s the punchline?”
            “I let him think we’re bonding over fights with gang members,” Mikey said. “What else could I do? He had to have an answer ‘cause ‘mind your own business’ would have sent him straight to Master Splinter or Leo. I told him I was making sure you didn’t try to bite off more than you could chew when we went topside because I could tell you were pissed at Leo and needed to take it out on someone.”
            “I suppose that’s exactly what ya’ guys think I do, ain’t it?” Raph asked, appearing slightly amused.
            Mikey snorted. “Of course that’s what you do. It’s not like you ever try to hide it.”
            The partial grin slipped off Raph’s face then as he asked, “I know Donny didn’t just drop it, so what was the point of his talking to ya’?”
            “I asked him to keep what we’re doing a secret and he said he would on one condition, that neither of us gets hurt. If we come home needing to be bandaged up he’s going to tell both Leo and Master Splinter everything,” Mikey answered.
            The frown line between Raph’s eyes smoothed out and he spun in the hammock, swinging his legs into it and settling back against his pillows. “Peachy. I sure as shell ain’t gonna get hurt with what we do, and any marks ya’ end up with you’re gonna make sure don’t show. Got it covered.”
            Mikey stared at him in mild frustration. “He didn’t just leave it at that, Raph.”
            His brother had opened his book but at Mikey’s words closed it again and rolled his head over to look at Mikey. “Would ya’ just cut to the chase already?”
            “Don started spouting odds and saying he expected our luck to run out,” Mikey said. “He said you and Leo need to fix whatever’s going on between you and solve your problems soon. If you don’t, he’s going to call for a family meeting in a week and spill the beans. I promised I’d tell you about his ultimatum so he wouldn’t have to, though he offered to deliver it himself.”
            “Yep, that’s Donny for ya’,” Raph said absently, his gaze fixed on Mikey. “He’s sneaky with the techno mojo, but a straight arrow when telling ya’ how things are gonna go.”
            Raph paused to think about what Mikey had told him, his thick fingers tapping a rhythm against the hard cover of the book in his hand. Mikey waited, intensely interested in seeing a side of Raph he’d never paid much attention to before. He’d always thought of the hot head as being bold and rash, never giving any regard to his actions, just taking them. Apparently Raph had another side as well, one quite capable of subterfuge and planning.
            Mikey had to admit that was pretty hot. He’d already seen how talented Raph could be with a lie, and how his creativity could be so provocative when they were together in the secret room. Was it any wonder that Raph and Don could find common ground to connect on a more cerebral level?
            Finally Raph sighed deeply, his eyes glinting as they once more focused on his younger brother. “I guess me and Donny are gonna have us a conversation about some things,” he said. “Don’t know exactly how it’s gonna go ‘cause I’ll have to play it by ear, so ya’ keep your mouth shut anytime you’re around him, before and after. Ya’ savvy?”
            Apparently Raph was going to keep Mikey out of the loop again. Though he was none too pleased about it, Mikey knew he had no choice. This wasn’t the time or place to get into an argument about Raphael choosing to call all of the shots.
            Nodding, Mikey said, “Yeah. You’ll let me know if it’s about to hit the fan though, won’t you? It’d be nice to have a little warning so I can go hide over at April’s.”
            Raph obviously caught the sarcasm in his tone and frowned. “What’re ya’ getting steamed under the shell for? Ain’t I been keeping things running smooth for us? We get our time together and nobody’s the wiser. That’s the point ain’t it?”
            “Sure Raph, that’s the point,” Mikey answered in a milder tone, squashing his irritation. Getting Raph all worked up right before he was going to have a talk with Don was a terrible idea. “Guess having Don almost bust us gave me a case of nerves. It’d be nice not to have to hide stuff from our bro’s.”
            “We talked about this and ya’ said ya’ could handle it,” Raph replied, his tone dark. “I told ya’ this whole thing wouldn’t work if ya’ couldn’t learn to hide things from the rest of the family. Ya’ stood in the middle of that room and agreed, Mikey. That’s part of the trust we gotta have between us. I opened up and gave ya’ everything; that room, how I am, how long I been thinking about ya’, and the contents of those two chests. The only thing I asked for in return is this stays a secret.”
            A certain wild look was starting to appear in Raph’s eyes and Mikey knew the panic was trying to set in again. The last thing Mikey wanted was for Raph to completely shut down on him out of fear that their father would learn that his red banded son was a sadist.
            “All I meant was that it would be less complicated not to be hiding stuff from anyone,” Mikey said, keeping his inflections light sounding. “It’s just a comment dude. I’m keeping the faith.”
            “See that ya’ do,” Raph said, practically glaring at him. He seemed to calm down and Mikey felt a touch of relief. “Is Donny still in the kitchen?”
            Mikey had been keeping an eye peeled for the genius but hadn’t seen him yet. “Yep. You want me to tell him to see you when he gets done?”
            “Hell no,” Raph said. “Make yourself scarce. He’ll come looking for me on his own to see if I found this book. He doesn’t need any hints that we might be plotting stuff together.”
            “Okay,” Mikey agreed, knowing that was his signal to leave. He didn’t want to, but knew that his continued presence would further irritate Raph. “Later.”
            Stepping away from Raph’s room, Mikey debated on going into his own and hanging out there. If he pressed his head against their shared wall, he might be able to hear Raph talking to Don. The problem with that was Raph would know Mikey was next door with the sole purpose of listening in. By no stretch of the imagination was that a good idea.
            Feeling on edge, Mikey decided that an action packed video game was just what he needed. Back downstairs, he loaded the player and grabbed the controller, perching himself on the edge of the couch as the game began.
            From the corner of his eye Mikey saw Don start up the stairs. Keeping his focus subdivided between the game and his brother, Mikey watched as Don paused in Raph’s doorway to ask him something.
            There was a barely perceptible change in Don’s body language after a minute and then Mikey saw him nod before saying something. Right after that, Don entered the room and Mikey lowered the volume on his game, hoping to pick up a word or two.
            He needn’t have bothered. Almost immediately Mikey saw Don turn to close the door, shutting himself inside the room with Raphael.
            In the game, Mikey’s character got killed. Mikey didn’t much care.
TBC……………
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