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Incest is an Abomination	By : Tru-chan Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own these guys or the cartoon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in any way imaginable, no matter how much I may want to. I am also not in any way, shape or form making money off of this. This is for fun

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During Raphael's private session, he made up for the way he's been acting through his training, each move precise and on the mark, but he still has not said anything about his predicament with Michelangelo. He has been avoiding each question that Splinter dished out, changing the subject whenever he got the chance.
A couple of weeks have passed since then, the lair silent without Mikey bouncing around like his usual cheerful self. He still speaks and keeps that signature smile on his face, but he stopped playing pranks on the others, something they thought they would never miss, but do.
These days, when the four of them get together to go on night patrol, Leonardo and Donatello can't help but notice the orange wearing turtle's eyes and the broken expression on his face. Raphael doesn't look at the youngest of the family anymore. He acts like he doesn't exist.
It pains the gentlest turtle to see this. His orange loving brother was trying to be strong, acting like this whole ordeal didn't phase him, but Donatello didn't know how much more Mikey could take before his spirit completely shattered.
No, the purple clad ninja wouldn't let it come to that. There had to be a way to reason with the family hot-head. Mikey couldn't get near him without the emerald terrapin sending him away and both Splinter and Leonardo were out of the question. The wise old rat wanted Raphael to deal with this on his own and the eldest agreed with everything their father and mentor said.
It wasn't as if Donatello thought that Splinter was wrong. He believed in his father's words, he just didn't see Raphael letting up. Whatever was going on, the smartest of the four needed to know and it needed to stop.
Don left his laboratory one night, headed toward his smallest brother's room. He knew that Mikey was still awake due to the fact that the light was showing through on both sides of the closed door. Michelangelo lay sprawled on his bed, his journal open in front of him. The journal was given to him by Don on Christmas day and he's been using it ever since then, jotting down his deepest secrets inside. He was writing about how he's been feeling lately when he heard a knock on his door.
"C-come in!" Michelangelo said, closing the journal and putting it away under his bed before the door opened. "Hey, Mikey, how are you feeling?" Don asked, sitting beside the smaller figure. "Fine." The purple wearing turtle raised an eye ridge, knowing that was a lie. "Don't lie, Mike. I know you're not fine, not with the way Raph has been treating you."
"Why did you ask then if you already knew the answer?"
"I just...I was hoping you would open up to me. I want to help you."
"I know and I appreciate it, but I'm as stumped as you are right now. One moment, everything was fine and then the next thing I knew, Raph wanted nothing to do with me. I don't think he loves me as a brother anymore let alone as a friend."
"Aw, Mikey, I'm sure that's not true." Donatello said, setting his hand on top of his little brother's, trying to give him some comfort. "I'll talk to him for you. How does that sound?"
Blue eyes met chocolate ones, sea green lips parting for Mikey to speak. "Really? You would talk to him for me?"
"Yes, really really."
Michelangelo's expression changed from saddened to ecstatic, his arms wrapping around olive green shoulders as he pulled his brother into an embrace. "Thank you, Donnie. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're the best!"
Donatello let out a strained chuckle, struggling to breathe as Mikey began to squeeze him. "C-calm down, Mikey..I'm losing oxygen here.." He said, squirming out of his youngest brother's grasp.
"You don't have to thank me. I just want to see you smile. That frown...it doesn't suit you, bro."
"That's where you're wrong, I always look good." Mikey stated, his most cheesy grin dancing upon his lips.
Don shook his head in amusement, standing up and heading toward the exit. "Sure, Mikey, just keep telling yourself that." He finished, leaving the orange banded turtle's room.
Without a second thought, the brainiac jumped down to the lower level, knowing that the emerald green ninja wasn't in his room due to the noises coming from the dojo. The sounds were of flesh and bone colliding with leather created from goat skin. There was no doubt about it that Raphael was taking his anger out on his punching bag. Donatello's hot-tempered brother has gotten worse ever since he started avoiding the youngest, so why was he doing it? It just didn't make sense to the logical one.
Don stepped inside the dojo, cautiously approaching the turtle in red. "Raphael, we need to talk." He said, earning no response. Raphael brushed him aside as if he weren't there. The genius thought for a moment, coming up with an idea. When Raph went to hit his punching bag, Don went around the other side of it, moving it out of his brother's range.
Raphael growled, paying his older brother a glance before going for the bag again, it ending in the same result. "Whaddya want, brainiac? Can't ya see I'm busy here?"
"It's about Mikey."
"What about em'?"
"Why have you been so distant from him lately?"
"Simple, he's annoyin'. I'm sick of em' screwin' my life up."
"I don't believe that for one second. He gets on all of our nerves from time to time, you the most, but you have never reacted in this manner before."
"What makes it hard ta believe? He finally pushed me too far. It was bound ta happen."
"Raph, he thinks that you don't love him anymore. Not as a friend or a brother. He's hurting."
The red banded turtle gritted his teeth, the guild rising in his heart. "He's takin' it too seriously. It's not my fault dat he's sensitive an overreacts ta everythin'."
Donatello sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "I will never understand your reasoning for this, but just know that you're tearing him apart. The way that you're treating him would hurt less if you took one of your sais and stabbed him through the heart with it." The olive green turtle finished, walking out of the dojo. He knew that those choice of words did the trick, especially when Raphael had no reply.
Raphael, knowing that Don had left the room, grumbled under his breath and slammed his fist into the punching bag. The impact broke the leather bag into two, it crashing down from the ceiling. "Fuck!" The emerald ninja screamed, grabbing another from the side of the room, hanging it up. There were a few lined in a row, whoever seeing them knowing that this was a regular occurrence. "I guess I betta talk ta Mikey.."
Raphael left the dojo shortly after, making his way to his baby brother's room. When he arrived at Michelangelo's door, he turned the knob, slowly creaking the hinged barrier open. "Mikey.." He said hesitantly, getting no response. Stepping inside, he noticed the sleeping form on the bed. Mikey was on his plastron, head turned to the side as his one cheek was laying on his open journal. Raph's lips curled up into a grin, his hand reaching out to caress the smaller turtle's other cheek. "He's so cute." The red wearing ninja said under his breath. "Raphie.." Mikey mumbled in his sleep, turning his head to the other side, now facing away from Raph. "Sorry.."
"Ah, Mike.. Ya shouldn't be sorry, ya didn't do anythin' wrong. I'm da one dats sorry. I shoulda told ya da truth from da beginnin'."
Still not getting a reply, Raphael knew he would have to wait until morning. The youngest of the four was out like a light and once he got that way, he was like an immovable force. "I'll tell ya tamorrow." Raphael's smile wavered as he leaned closer to the orange loving turtle, placing a kiss on the top of his sea green head. He hoped that Mikey would go easy on him, but if he freaked out over what the strongest of the brothers was going to tell him, he would understand. It wasn't like Raph was going to say that he ate the last slice of pizza. Though, Mikey would probably flip over that too.
The red clad ninja quietly left his sleeping brother's room, headed to his own now to get some rest himself. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. Visions of his baby brother rejecting him haunted his dreams. "Mikey, I'm in love with ya. I've been dat way for a while now, dats why I've been avoidin' ya. I thought ya would hate me."
"And you thought that with good reason." Mikey said, his face scrunching up in a disturbed manner. "That's disgusting, we're brothers. Plus, we're both guys. I never knew you rolled that way, Raphie-boy. Haha, I have to tell the others. They're all going to get a kick out of this!"
And tell the others he did. They all agreed that it was wrong, sickening even, but the most disappointed was master Splinter. "Raphael, your love for Michelangelo has grown passed that of a family member and for this, you must be punished. I will not stand idly by as this family falls apart. You must leave. Leave the lair and never return until these feelings are gone."
With that, Raphael was banished from the lair, never to see any of them again until he was "healed", as the wise old rat called it.
Raph soon awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. Angered by the dream, he slammed his fist down upon it, it's inner workings scattering around the room. "Dats da last time I get Donnie to fix dat thing." He groaned, getting himself to sit up. Just a dream or not, Raphael was not backing out now. A ninja turtle was not a chicken, especially not him.
When Raphael exited the room, he heard the door closest to his open as well, the youngest sibling coming into view. Mikey turned toward him, but soon looked away, about to drop down into the living room. "Mikey, wait." Raph spoke up, startling the sea green turtle. Mikey glanced behind him, blue eyes wide with shock. "Are you talking to me, Raph?"
"Of course I am, ya chuckle-head. I called yer name, didn't I?"
The younger of the two nodded, shuffling his feet nervously. "Yeah, it's just unexpected. I wasn't sure if you would ever talk to me again with the way things have been going."
"Sorry about dat, Mikey. It's a long story an I want ta tell ya, but not here. It's private. Can ya come ta my room an talk?"
The orange banded turtle agreed, following behind his older brother. Raph closed the door behind them, a serious expression on his face. "Before I say anythin', ya have ta promise dat dis stays between us."
"Oooh, Raphie-boy has a secret. That's a first." He responded sarcastically, folding his arms in front of his plastron. "I'm serious, Mikey, deh wouldn't understand."
"Okay, okay. I promise, you can trust me with your secret. Now what is it dude? Hurry up, the suspense is killing me!" Raphael tried to find the right words, but came to the conclusion that it would be easier to show him. As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.
The strongest of the four gripped onto Mikey's shoulders, leaning in close to him and planting a kiss on those sea green lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but enough to get his point across to the one he loved. "Why did you jus-" The youngest was cut off, a three-fingered hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. "Don' freak out, let me explain." Raph said, moving his hand. "I know it's not right, but I've been wantin' ta do dat for so damn long. Dats why I've been avoidin' ya. Yer my best friend an I didn't want ta ruin what we already have. I thought dat if I told ya, ya would be disgusted."
Raphael continued to ramble on, an unnoticed smirk on Michelangelo's features as he moved inches from his brother's face. "Raphie...just shut your mouth and do that again." The orange banded ninja was the one to kiss Raph this time, the kiss being deeper and lasting longer than their first. To say Raphael was shocked was a huge understatement. When the kiss was broken, Raph just stood, eyes as large as saucers. "There, now we're even. I've been wanting to do that for a long time too."
"W-what! How long exactly?"
"Uh..I don't know..six months maybe." Mikey shrugged, earning a growl from the older turtle. "Six months! Why I oughta..." Raph gripped onto the smaller form's bandana tails, ready to yank them before he was stopped. "Wait, wait, that's not fair! You were keeping your feelings a secret too and I have a good reason for it."
"Okay, start talkin'." The turtle in red said in a gruff voice, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently. "I didn't want to lose you, what we have. You and me, we've always been so close and I didn't want that to change because of my selfish desires. You've always been my hero and I just want you to be happy. As long as you are, I don't care if I get hurt."
The emerald green ninja's heart was pounding, feeling like it was going to burst inside his chest. His face was flushed, getting as red as a green humanoid turtle could get. "Shit." He whispered to himself. "He's not just cute, he's a fuckin' angel."
What the turtle in orange said there was the last straw. If knowing that Michelangelo had the same feelings wasn't enough, that did it. Raphael couldn't contain himself any longer. He couldn't fight it. He needed Mikey and he needed him now.
Strong arms wrapped around sea green shoulders, Raphael pulling the smaller turtle into an embrace. He nuzzled his beak into Mikey's neck, taking in his baby's brother's scent as he left a trail of kisses upon it.
To his liking, Raphael discovered that Michelangelo was sensitive, earning a pleasurable moan when he touched the right spot which excited him to no end. The red wearing turtle made his way up, nipping at Mikey's jaw line until he sealed emerald and sea green lips in a kiss, exploring that sweet mouth just enough to brush against the younger one's tongue.
To the larger ninja's surprise, Mikey did not pull away, he instead deepened the kiss, circling Raph's tongue with his own, exchanging their saliva in a way that made Raph think back to his dream. Was this really happening or was it just another fantasy? The emerald turtle hoped that it wasn't the latter.
As the two continued to kiss, Raphael lead Mikey over to his bed, his bulk pushing the younger of the two down onto the sheets. Their lips pulled apart from one another, Raph looking down at Mikey's half hooded eyes, recognizing the lustful look in them.
The turtle in orange's expression soon changed from that of need to looking like he was in pain. "Does it hurt?" Raphael asked, knowing the cause of his baby brother's discomfort as his fingers slid down the sea green ninja's plastron, rubbing at the lower region where he noticed the bulge. "I can help ya with dat, but not here. Not when ya can be heard. We need ta go some place more private."
Mikey nodded, showing that he understood. "I don't care where we go, lets just hurry. I can't wait much longer." He replied, letting his impatience be known. He went for the door once he got off the bed, ready to make a mad dash for the nearest way out. "Wait, ya nut-ball. Ya have ta slow down." Raphael explained, slowly opening his door, looking from left to right to see if the other members of the family were anywhere in sight. "Okay, da coast is clear, but be quiet." He warned, heading out first. The two figures quietly jumped down into the living room of the lair, seeing that the others were in the kitchen together. Raphael and Michelangelo tiptoed across the floor, leaving through the closest exit.
They walked for about thirty minutes before coming to an abandoned area in the sewers where their old lair used to be. Not too long ago, the emerald turtle set a room up there for a time like this, doing the best he could to fix the damage that was done in the past. A bed was placed directly in the middle of the room. The beds in their rooms at home were more comfortable, but this one would have to do. "Wow...do you come here often?" The sea green turtle questioned, a grin playing on his lips. "Be quiet an get on da bed, ya goof." Raphael replied, pointing to the furniture as he pushed Mikey forward, making him move. "Don't have to tell me twice." The orange banded turtle plopped down on the bed, scooting himself back until he was leaning against the torn pillows.
"Now, where were we?" Raph joined him, leaning over his baby brother, a smirk plastered on his features. "I think we were right around here." A sea green hand grabbed an emerald one, Mikey guiding the larger ninja down to his slit where Raph began to massage it. Mikey stiffened up slightly, never having someone touch him like this before, but it felt so good, unlike anything else he has ever experienced. The younger of the two shuddered, dropping down with a moan, the eager hand gripping onto his cock and rubbing it. It was already hard.
"Yeah, now I rememba. I was goin' ta do dis." Raphael stated, swallowing his brother's length, deep throating him. Mikey churred, moving up into Raph's mouth as much as possible. The larger male continued his movements, rotating around the tip of Mikey's cock with his tongue in a circular motion. Mikey whined as the pressure began to build, feeling like he was about to erupt. "Raphie, I-I think I'm going to.."
Raphael wasn't listening, wanting to taste more of the family goofball. When Mikey came, Raphael allowed the seminal fluid to fill his mouth, swallowing it all in one gulp. When he rose up from his current position, he licked his lips, glancing down at the panting figure beneath him. God, Mikey looked good like that. "Are ya enjoyin' dis, Mike?"
Mikey's response was a nod, too out of breath for words. "Good. I know what will make ya feel even betta." Raphael took out a bottle of lube, ripping the cap off with his teeth and tossing it to the side before squeezing a small portion out onto his hand. Michelangelo watched the larger turtle with worried eyes, tensing up a bit when Raph's thumb pushed up against the outside of his entrance. "Raph, what are you.."
Raphael moved a finger from his free hand up to Mikey's mouth, silencing him. "Shh. Jus' relax, I'll take good care of ya."
The orange loving turtle couldn't help but smile from Raphael's kind words, knowing he was telling the truth. He trusted his strongest brother with every fiber of his being. The youngest nodded, allowing Raph to continue, who then began to wiggle the tip of his thumb inside the figure under him. When he did not receive a negative reaction, he pushed all the way in.
Mikey moaned when Raph began to pump him, moving his thumb in and out in a slow manner, yet picking up speed when his little brother whimpered in need. The red wearing ninja soon slipped in a second finger, surprising Mikey when he started to scissor his insides, spreading his inner walls apart. The younger of the two yelped, gripping the bed sheets tightly as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, calling out his brother's name. "A-ah..Raph!" He shuddered in delight, his eyes closing until the fingers slipped out of him, something much larger coming in contact with his skin.
"Ya had ta know where dis was goin', Mikey." Raph positioned himself at Mikey's entrance before filling him in one thrust. The emerald turtle churred in dominance, loving the sounds that were coming from his baby brother. What made it better was knowing that he was the reason for them. "Fuck, Mike..yer so tight!" Raph began, starting off at a slow pace, pulling out of Mikey almost all of the way before thrusting back in. The orange loving turtle arched up, moaning in protest. "Raphie, you're going too slow! You can't tease me like this." He finished, pouting.
"Wanna bet? I can go slower." Raph said, raising an eye ridge as his upper lip curved up. Mikey pushed forward, trying to move himself to get more friction, but he didn't have much luck. "Raph!"
Raphael chuckled, giving in. "Fine. Ya want fast, I'll give ya fast. Don' blame me if ya can't handle it though. Yer askin' for dis." The ninja in red gripped onto Mikey's hips, spreading his legs farther apart as he began to thrust in and out of the smaller form, moving as quickly as he was able to move. Michelangelo let out a soft moan, his voice becoming more passionate with each thrust, especially when Raphael's cock collided with his prostate. "A-again!" The orange wearing turtle called out, wrapping his legs around Raph's shell for deeper penetration. Raph obliged, repeatedly pounding into that spot while pumping his baby brother's neglected cock in time with his rhythm.
It had now become hot and heavy, their breathing out of control as it felt like they were melting into one another. Mikey trembled, a deep churr vibrating inside his throat as he came on both his and Raph's plastron. His insides retracted, clenching down on his older brother's cock, making Raph release his seed inside the smaller figure, claiming him.
The strongest of the brothers grinned, stealing a kiss from the one he now called his mate. He took in a moan, still being inside of Mikey as he shifted. Upon pulling himself out, some of the fluid leaked from the sea green turtle's entrance, staining the sheets. Raphael lied down beside Mikey, taking his smaller brother in his arms and holding him close. Mikey's eyes slid shut, him sighing contently before he spoke. "That was incredible, but you know what would make it even better?"
"Hmm?" Raphael nuzzled his lover, not being able to come up with anything besides using handcuffs or some rope. "If I dominant you next time." The sea green turtle replied, getting a laugh from his brother. "Dats only goin' ta happen in yer dreams, Mikey. Only in yer dreams."
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