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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
- 38
- 39
            “I have a confession to make,” Mikey said in a soft voice.
            He and Raphael lay wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed inside their secret room. After their lovemaking, the pair had fallen asleep together, Raph having pulled Mikey tightly against him. Since they were both unused to sleeping next to anyone, they woke easily to even the slightest shift in position.
            “’Bout what?” Raph asked drowsily. One of his fingers was slowly tracing the outline of the bite mark on Mikey’s shoulder.
            That bite had broken skin and Raph’s calloused finger touching the raw wound stung just enough to cause a certain warmth to begin pooling in Mikey’s lower regions. As much as he loved the gentleness Raph had displayed during their first true coupling, Mikey still relished his brother’s sadistic tendencies. Mikey liked pain with his pleasure and that was just pure fact.
            “You know when you asked what I was up to with Leo and I said I was making sure he didn’t have a problem with us having sex?” Mikey asked. “That was only part of the story.”
            “That figures,” Raph replied in a low rumble, the tone making Mikey’s tail wiggle. “This ain’t one of those confessions that’s gonna make me want to bap ya’, is it? I don’t feel like moving that much. You’ll have to hit yourself.”
            Mikey nuzzled Raph’s shoulder, letting his brother’s scent embed itself in his nostrils. “There’s no fun in my hitting myself. I’ll wait until you have some energy. Anyway, what I’m about to tell you is something you’ve got to keep to yourself.”
            “Geez Mike, have ya’ been snooping again?” Raph asked in mock reproach.
            “May~be,” Mikey said. “It was just something I sort of noticed about Leatherhead and it made me curious.”
            He didn’t mention that it was Master Splinter who actually brought Leatherhead’s crush on Don to his attention. It wasn’t important and his father might not appreciate Mikey dragging him into the action the younger turtle had set in motion by the use of that information.
            “Go on,” Raph quietly urged him.
            In a quick rush, Mikey blurted, “Leatherhead has the hots for Donny.”
            Raph didn’t react at first and Mikey waited. Then Raph slowly rose onto one arm so that he could stare down at his brother.
            “He . . . what?” Raph asked incredulously. “What the shell gives ya’ that idea?”
            “Dude, all you have to do is look at him or listen to him when Don’s around or when he’s talking about Donny,” Mikey said. “LH is majorly lovesick over our genius brother.”
            Raph seemed to accept that statement as fact because instead of questioning Mikey’s inference he asked, “Does Donny know?”
            “He didn’t, but he figured it out,” Mikey said. “Don admitted as much to me after I busted him being more touchy feely with LH than normal.”
            With a frown Raph asked, “Does that mean they’re gonna get together? How would that even work?”
            “Dunno, don’t want to know,” Mikey said. “I love LH to pieces, but I wouldn’t want that mouthful of teeth coming towards my face. Don’s kinky enough to figure it out if he really wants to.”
            “Wait, hold up there,” Raph said. “What’s with the ‘Don’s kinky’ and ‘if he really wants to’ stuff? Thought ya’ just this second hinted that they’ve been feeling each other up.”
            “Don thinks they might have to stay in the friend zone,” Mikey said. “He said that the friendship they have works for them. Don’s worried about certain complications and I’m not talking about the having a lover or being gay kind, ‘cause the two of us already smoothed all of that out.”
            “Then what other complications is he worried about? Wanting to have sex with LH and not knowing how?” Raph asked.
            “Are you kidding me?” Mikey countered with amusement. “This is Donatello we’re talking about. If he wanted to bang LH, Don would figure out a really awesome way to do it. The complication I’m talking about is how Don’s kinky.”
            “I seriously don’t want to hear about some fetish Donny has,” Raph said. “The one we got is enough.”
            “Oh, you’ll want to hear this one,” Mike said with a grin. “Don has the hots for someone else too and likes the idea of spreading the love around. Not to mention spreading his legs.”
            “Didn’t need that mental image,” Raph said, mildly reprimanding his brother. “Who the hell else could he want to fuck? It’s not like we have a whole lot of . . . .”
            When he stopped mid-sentence Mikey watched Raph’s face and saw the look of dawning understanding creep into his expression. It was fighting with one of disbelief.
            “Go on,” Mikey said with glee. “You’re on the right track.”
            “Holy crap! Leo?” Raph asked, staring wide eyed at Mikey.
            “Yep,” Mikey said.
            “You’re fucking jerking me around,” Raph stated with amazement.
            “Nope,” Mikey responded.
            Raph plopped back down on the bed next to Mikey and stared up at the ceiling. Missing his brother’s touch, Mikey rolled over and set his chin on Raph’s chest so that he could stare at the larger turtle.
            “He wants to be with both of them?” Raph asked, more to himself than Mikey.
            It didn’t keep Mikey from answering anyway. “Donny said that he’s progressive when it comes to intimate relationships and it wouldn’t bother him to have two lovers. The way he was throwing around words like ‘sadist’ and ‘masochist’ after you caught him pinning me down in the dojo, I’m guessing he’d boink both LH and Leo at the same time if he could figure out how to get them to agree to that.”
            “What did I just say about mental images?” Raph asked disapprovingly. “Leatherhead was raised by Utroms and there ain’t no telling what he thinks about sharing a lover, but Leo’s so uptight I’d don’t know if he’d go for that. Don probably ain’t gotta have to worry about it anyway, Leo practically said he don’t get the whole incest thing. Donny should just focus on LH.”
            Mikey shook his head by rocking his chin from side to side on Raph’s scutes. “He won’t, not if it means Leo gets left out in the cold. Leo comes first in his book and if Don doesn’t know where Leo stands, he won’t make a play for LH. Problem is, he won’t make a move on Leo either. He says he’s not brave enough and doesn’t even know if he’s having real feelings or if the two of us being together is making him horny.”
            “He’s overthinking stuff,” Raph said absently. Then his eyes shifted so that he was looking at Mikey. “What the hell does that have to do with your confession about the talk you had with Leo? That’s how this whole conversation started, Michelangelo.”
            Looking sheepish, Mikey said, “I sort of wanted to feel Leo out on what he thought about taking a lover of his own.”
            Raph snorted. “Ya’ decided to butt in. Why ain’t I surprised?”
            “I might have stayed out of it if Donny hadn’t said he liked Leo’s scent when I asked him about it,” Mikey said defensively.
            Raph rolled his eyes. “Ya’ asked him that why?”
            “Because that’s how I knew we were supposed to be together,” Mikey said, as if that were the most obvious thing on earth. “Remember that it was you who told me about the whole scent thing. Don and Leo aren’t affected by yours or mine, but Don is turned on by Leo’s. That’s gotta mean that Leo is giving off a come hither smell to Don ‘cause he’s into Donny too. Right?”
            “You’re making me dizzy,” Raph complained. “So what happened? What did Leo say when ya’ asked him?”
            Mikey lifted his head to give his brother an exasperated look. “Keep up, Raphie. I didn’t ask Leo anything outright ‘cause Don admitted everything to me in confidence. I had to be subtle.”
            “Ya’ wouldn’t know subtle if it bit ya’ on the ass,” Raph told him. A thought seemed to come to him then. “Hey, when Leo came out of the dojo and went straight over to Donny, was that because ya’ pushed him in Don’s direction?”
            Smiling complacently, Mikey said, “I might have told Leo not to let opportunity pass him by. But that was totally after he said he’d like to find someone who he could share everything with too, just like we have.”
            “Offering to play video games ain’t exactly a sign that Leo wants to put the high hard one to Donny,” Raph said sourly.
            “That’s very colorful Raphael,” Mikey teased. “How do you know it wouldn’t be the other way around? Anyway, maybe that offer wasn’t a neon sign, but the finger brush was.”
            “What finger brush?” Raph eyed Mikey suspiciously.
            “Leo caressed Don’s fingers when he took the remote from him,” Mikey said, “and then Donny stuttered. They are so~o into each other.”
            “Leave it to ya’ to notice something like that and jump to conclusions,” Raph said. “Suppose you’re wrong?”
            “Ha! Suppose I’m right?” Mikey countered.
            “Hmm,” Raph hummed, looking thoughtful again. “Ya’ know, Leo did ask me something about Don while we were making dinner. I didn’t think much of it ‘cause all he wanted to know was if I thought Don was okay. When I asked why he wouldn’t be, Leo said he was worried about how Don didn’t say much during our talk.”
            “Don already knew everything, he didn’t need to say much,” Mikey said. “Besides, he was pretty focused on what Leo was saying. I think Leo asking about Donny just proves my point.”
            “You would,” Raph muttered, though with a hint of humor in his voice.
          “Dude, Leo totally wants to hit that and you know what that means,” Mikey said excitedly. “I mean think about it. Where will they go? I don’t want to hear Leo and Don’s grunts and groans while they’re banging each other. We need to set some ground rules.”
            “We’ll talk about that if those two get together,” Raph said. “And that’s a big if ‘cause this whole thing could just be your imagination running away with ya’. Besides, we’ll get plenty of warning if it turns out to be true. I’m sure Leo will insist on some kind of ceremony to announce they’re together before he even kisses Don.”
            “I think Leo’s a lot more spontaneous than you give him credit for,” Mikey said.
            “Whatever,” Raph said huskily, staring at Mike with a certain gleam in his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about them anymore. Fact is, ya’ should be punished for fibbin’ to me about that talk ya’ had with Leo.”
            Mikey’s legs immediately quivered, his tail stiffening at Raph’s seductive tone. “Heck yeah, I should be punished. You need to punish me. If you don’t crack down on me there’s no telling what I’ll try to get away with.”
            With a swiftness Mikey had come to admire, Raph rolled off the bed and stood next to it, looking down at his brother. “Don’t move,” Raph told him.
            Breath quickening Mikey froze in place, only his eyes following Raph until the older turtle stepped out of sight. From the sounds that he heard, Mikey guessed that his brother was rifling around in both ‘toy’ chests and his heart began to race in anticipation.
            On his side holding himself up on one elbow, Mikey was able to see Raph’s return and to focus on the objects in his hands. Raph made no attempt to hide them, probably knowing the effect they’d have on his brother.
            In one hand were two coils of red colored rope and a wooden paddle with holes in it. In the other hand was something that looked like a butt plug with a tube connected to it and a rubber bulb attached to the other end of the tube.
            Mikey churred at the sight, squeezing his knees together as another quiver ran through his frame. Raph laid the items out on the bed, reaching down to pick up the tube of lubricant from where it had fallen on the floor.
            “Sit up and hold your hands out in front of ya’, wrists close together,” Raph ordered.
            Quickly doing as he was told, Mikey sat on the edge of the bed and put his arms out. Raph picked up a section of rope, folded it in half, and leaned over Mikey to loop the rope over the back of one of his wrists.
            Bringing the rope down, Raph curved it under Mikey’s wrists and over the other side, catching it in his fingers so that it didn’t touch the top of Mikey’s joints. He repeated that maneuver twice before bringing the closed end of the fold over the rope above Mikey’s wrists and tying it into the section holding Mikey’s hands together.
            Mikey watched Raph’s face the entire time, exhilarated by his brother’s concentrated expression. Because of the intricacy of the tie, Mikey felt like Raph had practiced this on his dummy counterpart, no doubt thinking of the real Michelangelo while doing so.
            Raph’s breathing grew heavier as he continued to loop and knot the rope together. When he was done and had tugged on the remaining long section of the rope, Mikey saw that there was a distinct bulge in Raph’s lower plates. Considering how hard Mikey had become as the one being tied up, he could well imagine the turn on it was for Raph to be the one doing the binding.
            “Get in the center of the bed and lie face down,” Raph instructed huskily.
            Rather than attempting to speak, Mikey merely nodded, twisting around so that he could crawl into position. Raph maintained his hold on one end of the rope, walking around to the head of the bed and forcing Mikey to extend his arms.
            Planting his chin on a pillow, Mikey watched as Raph tugged his arms until they were not only fully stretched over his head, but also pulling in a slightly uncomfortable way on his shoulders. Squatting, Raph tied the rope to the metal rail of the bed frame, keeping it taut so that Mikey had no wiggle room.
            Standing again, Raph caught Mikey’s eyes, his own golden orbs gleaming with intent. Catching hold of the pillow, Raph removed it from beneath Mikey’s chin and tossed it aside.
            “Don’t want ya’ suffocating when I start your punishment,” Raph said. “Remember what ya’ need to say if it gets to be too much for ya’. Say it loud enough so I can hear ya’ and I’ll stop.”
            “Okay,” Mikey replied, knowing he wouldn’t be using the safe word. He was pretty sure Raph knew it too, judging by the smirk on the larger turtle’s face.
            Giving the top of Mikey’s bald dome a pat, Raph moved around the bed. Mikey tried to turn his head so he could see what his brother was doing, but because of the position of his arms, his chin collided with his bicep.
            Mikey did see Raph’s shadow as it loomed over him, and then felt the second rope touch the back of his neck. It slid down until it was stopped by the top edge of Mikey’s carapace. Hooking the rope there, Raph moved backwards to squeeze and fondle the backs of Mikey’s thighs.
            “Get up on your knees,” Raph told his brother in a guttural tone.
            In order to do that, Mikey had to dig one knee into the mattress and push his rump into the air before wriggling enough to get his other knee under him. The movements made the bump caused by his hidden erection to rub against the bedding, exciting him to the point where keeping his arousal contained became painful.
            Raph caught hold of Mikey’s calves and pushed upwards until Mikey’s legs were nearly folded in half under him. Then Mikey felt the rope again, this time as part of it made contact with his leg a few inches below his knee and came back over the top of his thigh.
            The rope was looped around twice more before Raph tied it off and moved to repeat the process with Mikey’s other leg. When Raph was finished, Mikey could move neither his arms or his legs, and his butt was suspended nearly a foot above the bed.
            “That’s a fine looking ass ya’ got there,” Raph said in appreciation of the view. “I’m gonna give it another pounding. Ya’ up for that?”
            “Yes, Raphie, yes!” Mikey exclaimed enthusiastically.
            “Betcha just thinking about it has ya’ hard as a rock, don’t it?” Raph asked, his hot breath blowing across Mikey’s backside.
            “Mmmm . . . .” Mikey moaned, wanting desperately for Raph to fondle him.
            Raph nipped at one of Mikey’s butt cheeks. “Why don’t ya’ drop down and let me see how hard ya’ are?”
            The words had barely left Raph’s mouth when Mikey’s cock tumbled out. It swung heavily between Mikey’s legs as he panted, waiting with forced patience for what would come next.
            Raph climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress behind Mikey. Deprived of his ability to watch his brother, Mikey used his other senses to gauge what Raph was doing. He heard the lubricant being opened and the low squeak of a hand touching rubber. The next thing Mikey knew, something was pushing against his entrance.
            The butt plug was tapered and narrow and Raph easily worked it all of the way into Mikey’s ass. Because he was still wet inside, Mikey only experienced a little sting and some slight discomfort as the object was pushed into him.
            A thump told Mikey that Raph had set the bulb attached to the other end of the butt plug onto the bed. There was a shift as Raph reached for something and then Mikey could sense his brother’s presence behind him again.
            “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Raph stated in a matter-of-fact tone that sent a shiver down Mikey’s spine. “I ain’t gonna touch your dick. Both of my hands are gonna be busy, so the only way you’re gonna cum is on your own.”
            Mikey groaned at that pronouncement and then gasped as the wooden panel connected with his ass.
            “Oh yeah, your ass is mighty fine,” Raph said, swatting Mikey’s butt again. “Gonna look even better all reddened up, maybe even bruised a little.”
            He emphasized every other word by smacking Mikey’s ass with the paddle. Each time the paddle connected, Mikey’s cock jumped until he found himself pulling against the ropes that were holding his arms, desperate to touch himself.
            For a moment the steady swing of the paddle stopped and Mikey exhaled, barely registering that he’d been holding his breath. At that moment he felt something change inside of him and focused past the burn of his butt to the plug inside of him.
            That’s when he felt it expand. “Raphie!” Mikey called out, squirming as much as his position allowed.
            Raph chuckled darkly before paddling Mikey again. “No moving,” he snapped. “Told ya’ my hands were gonna be busy.”
            The plug expanded again as Raph pumped the bulb. Stretched wider and wider, Mikey’s cock throbbed in reaction to the object pressing against the walls of his rectum.
            “Oh shell, oh shell, oh shell!” Mikey chanted, the feeling of the plug thickening inside of him and the pain from the spanking making his need for friction against his neglected cock almost unbearable.
            Each whack of the paddle was accentuated by another squeeze on the bulb attached to the butt plug until Mikey’s cock was pulsating and dripping. He could smell the heavy musk coming off of Raph and knew his brother’s dick was out, no doubt as hard as Mikey’s own.
            The next time the plug expanded it pushed against Mikey’s prostate, sending a burst of electricity coursing straight into his cock. Mikey trembled with the shock of such intense pleasure, crying out as the paddle hit him, doubling the feeling.
            “Getting close, Mikey?” Raph asked, hitting him again.
            “Yes!” Mikey shouted.
            “Want some help?” Raph asked with another strike to his brother’s ass.
            “Yes!” Mikey repeated, his eyes tightly closed, forehead digging into the mattress.
            Quite unexpectedly the butt plug was yanked out of his ass and Mikey felt Raph’s cock plunge into him. Gripping one edge of Mikey’s carapace, Raph began to thrust, moving both hard and fast.
            At the same time he dropped the paddle and began striking Mikey’s butt cheeks with his bare hand. For some reason that stung more than the paddle had and by the time Raph’s hand came down a fourth time, the pressure in Mikey’s groin reached overload.
            “Raph~ie!” Mikey yelped as he climaxed, his cock jerking as cum spurted from it onto the bed.
            “Shit!” Raph bellowed, driving his hips forward and burying himself as he erupted into Mikey.
            Breathing hard, Raph draped himself across Mikey’s body, the rise and fall of Mikey’s own deep breathing lifting and lowering him. It took several minutes for Raph to gain enough control of himself so that he was able to pull out of Mikey.
            Neither of them said anything as Raph began to untie the ropes holding Mikey’s legs tucked under him. When they were free, Raph helped Mikey to uncurl himself and straighten his legs, rubbing them gently as though he knew his brother was experiencing a pins and needles sensation from lack of circulation.
            Mikey kept his hips slightly elevated so that he wouldn’t crush his own dick, which was still out. Raph got up and went around to untie Mikey’s wrists, making quick work of it and then massaging Mikey’s hands, wrists, and arms until Mikey could comfortably move them again.
            When Mikey started to roll over, Raph stopped him with a hand on his shell. “I wouldn’t do that just yet,” Raph admonished him. Taking a seat on the bed near Mikey’s legs, Raph leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to each of Mikey’s butt cheeks. “Ya’ ain’t gonna want to put any weight on your ass for a while.”
            Raph lay down next to Mikey, pulling Mikey’s upper half on top of him so that he could kiss his younger brother. Mikey moaned into the kiss, relishing the feel of Raph’s tongue in his mouth.
            “That was awesome,” Mikey said in a sleepy voice as their mouths separated.
            “Yeah,” Raph mumbled in agreement, wrapping an arm around his brother. “I set the alarm clock to wake us before daybreak. Go to sleep.”
            Mikey barely heard him, already drifting off in a cloud of pure relaxation. He was sound asleep by the time Raph began to snore.
            A buzzing sound roused Mikey from slumber, the persistent noise annoying him enough so that he tried to bury his head in a pillow. When the object under him proved to be too solid for that, Mikey remembered he was lying on top of Raph.
            His movements woke the older turtle, who groaned in annoyance and turned his head to locate the sound. “Shell, I put the clock on top of the bar,” Raph said.
            Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Mikey said, “That’s so you wouldn’t throw it across the room.”
            Raph sat up, displacing Mikey from his comfortable position. “We can’t ignore it if we don’t want to get caught out after the sun comes up.”
            “You’re assuming it’s going to,” Mikey said. “I’ll believe the rain’s stopped when it actually does.”
            When his brother got out of bed to turn off the alarm, Mikey rolling into a seated position, wincing as his ass came into contact with the mattress. Raph was looking at him and grinned.
            “There’s a reminder of the dicking I gave ya’ that’s gonna stick with ya’ for the rest of the day,” Raph said proudly.
            Mikey grinned, enjoying the smug tone in his brother’s voice. “What happens when I get excited each time I feel that reminder? Hmm? Which one of us explains that to Master Splinter?”
            Raph threw his head back and laughed. When Mikey finally stood up, Raph told him, “Go take a quick shower while I clean up in here. It’s bad enough everyone’s gonna see your red ass without also seeing my cum dripping out of it.”
            “That is seriously crude bro’,” Mikey told him as he made his way to the bathroom.
            The water felt good flowing over him and Mikey took his time cleaning himself. He kept the temperature a little cooler than normal because that felt better on his sore butt.
            When he came out of the bathroom, Mikey saw that Raph had put away all of the items that belonged in the chests and had pushed those chests back into their original positions. While Raph was taking his shower, Mikey geared up and then stripped the sheets from the bed, rolling them into a tight bundle so he could take them home and wash them.
            He was dusting the bar when Raph came out and continued with his dusting as Raph pulled on his pads, belt, and mask. “Looks like sex is a great incentive for getting ya’ to clean up,” Raph said playfully.
            “Food works too,” Mikey said with a grin. “We need a refrigerator in here.”
            Shaking his head, Raph said, “You’re spoiled. I was just thinking that before we leave, we need to check out that back room for another exit like we’d planned on doing.”
            “Cool,” Mikey said in agreement, leaving the bar and walking into the office with his brother.
            They stood side by side and studied the walls. “My guess is it ain’t gonna be on that wall with the safe in it,” Raph said. “Best bet would be somewhere near where those phone lines come in ‘cause I’m thinking the electrical cables come in from that direction too. Might be an opening back there to bring all of that in from the street.”
            It was a logical assessment and the brothers chose different spots on the brick wall and began tapping on them. After a couple of minutes a hollow sound rewarded Raph’s knocking.
            “I think these bricks are thinner here,” Raph told Mikey, rapping the spot again. “Ya’ hear the difference?”
            “Uh huh. How do we open it?” Mikey asked, joining his brother.
            “Feel around it,” Raph said. “Gotta be something ya’ press.”
            Mikey squatted and began testing the bricks nearest the floor while Raph pressed his fingers into the ones up high. It wasn’t long before one of the bricks gave way when Raph pushed on it and a door sized panel swung open.
            It was just wide enough for Raph to squeeze through, though he signaled for Mikey to remain where he was. Raph didn’t go far into the tunnel behind the secret panel because it was almost pitch black in there. He’d barely taken three steps away from the opening when the panel started to shut again and Mikey had to quickly press the brick to keep it open.
            Raph rejoined his brother and they let the panel close. “Guess they fixed it up to swing shut behind them so they didn’t have to waste time manually shutting it,” Raph said. “We’ll have to prop it open next time we’re here and explore where that tunnel goes.”
            “Better find out if there’s a way to open the panel from the other side too,” Mikey said.
            “Ain’t got time now, we need to go home,” Raph reminded him.
            Grabbing their jackets and putting them on, the pair exited the room after Mikey tucked the bundle of sheets under one arm. Raph locked the door and they made their way back up to the shell cycle.
            Raph took the sheets from Mikey once the two of them were standing next to the bike. “Glad ya’ brought these and I think ya’ will be too in a second.”
            Giving his brother a puzzled look, Mikey said, “Why?”
            Making sure to tie the bundle so that nothing would come loose, Raph set it on the motorcycle seat. “Padding,” he said with a wink.
            Flushing, Mikey remembered that his ass was a little raw. “I’m glad this is such a short ride.”
            He climbed onto the shell cycle, slowly lowering his butt onto the padding while Raph moved the door away from the warehouse entrance. After they drove through, Raph hopped off to close the entrance again and then they headed back to their garage.
            Mikey put is arms around Raph’s waist and leaned against his brother’s carapace, taking some of the pressure off of his behind. Through his helmet’s visor Mikey watched the buildings fly by, enjoying the view now that there was no rain coming down.
            Pulling into the garage and parking, Raph got off the motorcycle first and offered Mikey a hand. The gesture wasn’t necessary but Mikey was touched by it anyway and accepted his brother’s assistance.
            “Come ‘ere,” Raph said after they’d removed their helmets and jackets.
            Mikey moved up against him and was rewarded with a deep, searching kiss. Raph’s hands slid over his bridges, down to his outer thighs, and then back up to gently cup Mikey’s ass.
            “Can’t wait to have another go at this,” Raph said against Mikey’s lips, squeezing his butt ever so lightly.
            “Just say the word,” Mikey replied. “You know I’m always game.”
            Raph chuckled. “Ain’t no doubt about that, bro’. Wanna bet Leo got up earlier than usual and is waiting for us? If he went to bed at all.”
            “No bet,” Mikey told him, holding Raph’s hand as they entered the elevator. “He’ll never stop worrying about us and I don’t think I want him to.”
            “Truth is, I don’t want him to change either,” Raph confided. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”
            The lair was in semi-darkness when the brothers stepped out of the elevator. Light was coming from one television in the array and when the pair walked closer, they saw that an infomercial was playing, though the sound was down so low only a hum could be heard.
            Just the top of Leo’s head showed above the back of the couch and as Mikey and Raph drew nearer, they saw he wasn’t alone. Curled against him and soundly asleep was Donatello, one hand tucked against Leo’s hip and the other curved around Leo’s inner thigh.
            Both of Leo’s arms were around Don and neither of them wore their gear. Mikey saw that it lay in a haphazard pile on the floor, as though hastily removed.
            It didn’t take more than a sniff to learn that their scents were all over each other. Mikey looked at Raph and smiled brightly, both with delight and a touch of an ‘I told you so’.
            That’s when Leo stirred, no doubt sensing their presence. Moving only his head, Leo glanced up and saw his brothers. Rather than looking embarrassed, he lifted a hand from Don’s shoulder and touched it to his lips.
            “We’re home, go back to sleep,” Raph whispered, tapping Mikey’s shell before leaving to go into the kitchen.
            Instead of following him, Mikey squatted behind the couch, propping his arms atop the back and resting his chin on them. Leo maintained eye contact with him, but didn’t otherwise move.
            “Guess you found that person,” Mikey whispered.
            “Your advice was sound little brother,” Leo whispered back. “I found out Donny felt the same way about me that I felt for him and seized my opportunity.”
            “From the looks of things, you’re on the right track,” Mikey said. “Next time, take it to the bedroom.”
            “We’ll wait until you and Raph are gone to your secret hiding place again,” Leo responded, a twinkle in his eyes. Sobering a little he added, “Don said he told you about Leatherhead.”
            Mikey shrugged. “Seems like he told you too. Don never could stand keeping anything from you, I hope you appreciate that. What are you gonna do?”
            “I do appreciate that about him,” Leo said. “I love him for that and so much more. I also love how much he cares about others. We’ll figure something out.”
            Hearing Raph clear his throat, Mikey stood up, telling Leo, “Do what Raph said and go back to sleep. Who knows, maybe Don will finally get enough rest if he’s sleeping with someone.”
            When Mikey reached his brother, Raph muttered, “Leave them alone.” He handed Mikey a microwaved burrito and headed back towards the elevator.
            Walking next to him, Mikey asked, “Where are we going?”
            “You’ll see,” Raph answered cryptically.
            They had both finished their quick breakfast by the time Raph led Mikey to the ladder that would take them up to the roof. Climbing up behind Raph, Mikey stepped onto the roof and then followed Raph to the edge overlooking the nearby skyline.
            Putting an arm around Mikey, Raph said, “I wanted to watch the sun come up with ya’.”
            Touched by the gesture, Mikey leaned against his brother. “Aww, Raphie, you’re a romantic.”
            “Shut up,” Raph growled at him good-naturedly.
            A rosy glow painted the horizon and the pair watched it expand and brighten the sky. There were only wisps of clouds remaining, the rain gone and the city more than ready for a respite from its damp spell.
            Mikey blinked back tears of joy at being able to share such a beautiful sight with the brother he loved so much. Then he laughed when a rainbow appeared, curving over the skyline, so vivid Mikey felt like he could reach out and touch it.
            “Wow, that’s kind of a cliché ending, don’t you think?” Mikey asked, peering up at his lover.
            Raph’s grip tightened, his head dipping down to Mikey’s. “I kinda like it. Besides, it ain’t the ending Mikey. It’s the beginning.”
            Mikey agreed with him by initiating a kiss, one that held all kinds of promises.
The End
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