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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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            Mikey was determined not to read too much into his interactions with Raph in the garage but the problem was that he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
            Even April noticed that he seemed preoccupied when he picked up their groceries from her place. Fortunately, being known as the turtle with a penchant for video games had its advantages and he easily assuaged her curiosity by telling her he was trying to figure out how to beat a new one.
            Raph was well known for his mercurial temperament and it wasn’t unusual for him to switch from angry to devious. There was a very real possibility that the hot head had decided to beat Mikey at his own game and turn the perverted behavior back on his younger brother.
            That was assuming of course that Raph really did believe that Mikey was messing with him. Somehow Mikey didn’t think that was the case. He’d seen Raph’s face in the tunnel when his older brother had realized that Mikey was sporting a boner. Raph was extremely perceptive and his instincts were incredible. He’d known in a flash that Mikey’s woody was due entirely to his close proximity.
            Then there was their conversation at Casey’s later that night. Raph hadn’t let Mikey speak more than a couple of words before jumping in to say he’d figured out that Mikey was scheming; trying to do things that would give him an advantage when they sparred.
            The desperation for that to be the explanation for Mikey’s actions was in Raph’s eyes and Mikey had been more than relieved to accept that premise.
            They had been raised together, had lived in tight quarters, had survived on the most meagre of things and had learned bushido at each other’s sides. That kind of closeness engendered an almost spiritual connection and Mikey knew on a gut level that Raph was fully aware that his younger brother was not pulling a prank.
            By the time Mikey came to that conclusion, he was back at the lair. The light was on in Don’s lab and the clack-clack sound of computer keys being hit told Mikey where the genius was spending his evening.
            The smell of burning incense wafted from Master Splinter’s room and along with it Mikey caught the sound of Leo’s voice. He now knew where ‘fearless’ and his father were.
            Mikey didn’t see Raph anywhere as he carried his purchases into the kitchen. As he put the groceries away, his thoughts drifted to that brother, from whom they were never far. He could be upstairs in his room, or in the garage, possibly going for a ride on his motorcycle, maybe over at Casey’s . . . .
            Or he could be standing in the kitchen doorway staring at Mikey, which the youngest discovered to be the case when he closed the refrigerator door.
            “Did ya’ get my cereal?” Raph asked, his voice low.
            “Yep,” Mikey replied.
He wanted to say more, to sound jaunty and carefree, but he didn’t trust his voice at the moment. How Raph had snuck up on him he didn’t know; Mikey was a ninja after all. He might have been lost in thought but Raph wasn’t normally all that quiet. Unless his brother had purposely tried to creep up on Mikey.
“Where is it?” Raph asked, coming into the kitchen.
His brother’s movement snapped Mikey out of it and his bravado came back. “In the cabinet where it belongs. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch the toy inside ‘cause I know how much you love them.”
That didn’t get much of a rise out of Raph, though he did shoot a look in Mikey’s direction that would have scalded someone with thinner skin. Going to the cabinet, he opened it and checked to see that Mikey had told him the truth, clicking his tongue against his teeth in satisfaction before closing the door.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have trust issues?” Mikey asked, leaning back against the refrigerator.
Raph was suddenly in front of him, having moved so fast that Mikey hadn’t time to blink. His breath caught in his throat as his brother stepped right into his personal space, their plastrons nearly touching.
“Only with regards to you,” Raph answered, poking a thick finger into Mikey’s skin, just above his plastron. “There are three other boxes of cereal up there, ya’ better pick one of them in the morning.”
With a last hard shove of his finger, Raph curled it slightly and dragged his nail across Mikey’s scutes before spinning away from his younger brother and exiting the kitchen.
Mikey stood frozen in place after Raph left him. He could still feel a dull ache in his chest from Raph’s finger and though the scratch on his hard plates didn’t hurt, the erotic sound echoed in Mikey’s head.
“Are you holding the door closed for a reason, Mikey?” Don asked, his voice cutting through Mikey’s stupor.
Glancing up, Mikey saw Don staring at him, a quizzical expression on his face and his coffee mug in one hand.
“Nope,” Mikey said with a laugh, moving away from the door. “Just trying to think if I remembered everything.”
“The most important thing you’d better have remembered is to replace Raph’s cereal,” Don said as he approached the coffee maker. “Morning will be a lot better if we’re not trying to keep Raph from mutilating you.”
“I’ve managed to hold my own with the hot head all these years,” Mikey retorted, “I think I can handle him now too.”
Don cocked an eye ridge at him, coffee pot in one hand and cup in the other. “With the notable exception of the time he nearly beaned you with a pipe.”
“Shh,” Mikey said hastily, holding a finger against his lips. “We don’t talk about that Donny. He deserves to have us forget that one slip up because he doesn’t lose it like that anymore.”
Don poured his coffee, a slight smile on his face. “He can’t hear us; he was headed upstairs as I was coming out of the lab. I was curious about what’s going on in that skull of yours and I’m glad to know you still have his basic welfare at heart.”
The last thing Mikey needed was to have Donatello probing around inside his head. It was better to have Don tinkering with some new invention than to have him playing psychotherapist.
“You know I only mess with him when I’m bored,” Mikey said. “That fun only lasts just so long and then he’s on to me and I have to look for something else to do. Speaking of which, are you still working on the van? I had this idea for adding a jet propulsion unit . . . .”
“I think I hear my computer calling me,” Don interrupted hastily, making a fast break for the door. “It’s getting late and I need to finish a couple of things so I can go to bed.”
He was gone before Mikey could say anything else, making the youngest chuckle. There were a great many advantages to being the family pest.
Don’s mention of time made Mikey glance up at the clock. It was approaching ten, which wasn’t all that late by their standards and especially not by Don’s, but the genius had to say something to escape him.
Mikey automatically glanced towards the television array as he left the kitchen and spotted Leo, just as he’d expected to. Of the four of them, big brother had the most uniform habits and watching the evening news broadcast was a staple in Leo’s routine.
With nothing better to do, Mikey decided to join his brother. He knew Leo paid such close attention to everything that went on locally because of how it might affect them or impact their patrols. Leo watched the world news because so many of their enemies were involved in politics, high finance, and influence peddling.
Staying informed was one of the things a leader did. As Mikey quietly took a seat on the end of the couch, he caught a glimpse of Leo’s face and noted his intense concentration. Leo’s ability to focus in such a forceful manner made him damn good at his job but it also kept him from being as spontaneous as Raph tended to be.
Mikey knew that Leo had a temper but he held it in check, exerting control over his emotions in a way that Raph would never manage. Leo didn’t display the same type of outward aggression as his hot headed brother and that no doubt accounted for Mikey’s lack of physical interest in the clan leader.
The younger turtle did wonder though how Leo would react to finding out that Mikey was having those types of feelings about any of them. Would his first instinct be one of revulsion or would he start to lecture about ‘ramifications’?
Or would he accept it as a normal part of their turtle heritage and carry on with business as usual, reminding Mikey that he still had team obligations to fulfill?
Mikey snorted a laugh at that and Leo looked over at him, a frown on his face. They were no doubt talking about something serious on TV and of course Mikey wasn’t actually paying any attention to it.
“Sorry, I was thinking about something,” Mikey said softly, so as not to disturb his brother.
The look Leo gave him was skeptical, but he didn’t ask any questions before turning his attention back to the news. Raph would have told Mikey to ‘zip it’ or planted a couch cushion in his face or any of a half dozen other things that would have made Mikey feel alive.
That was really it though, wasn’t it? Everything Raph did was vibrantly passionate and Mikey was completely hooked on that feeling. He wanted to wallow in it, roll in its richness, experience every nerve ending in his body coming to life under Raph’s fervor. The pain his brother provided was glorious in how alive it made Mikey feel and the anticipation of how rough Raph could get made Mikey’s entire being sing.
The weatherman was just calling for a chance of showers when Leo asked, “Were you waiting for the TV to be free so you could play a game?”
“Huh?” Mikey looked at him, working his way out of the deep haze of thought he’d been in. “Nah. I was gonna go to bed but I wasn’t sleepy enough. I figured watching this stuff would be as good as a sedative. That politician who was just talking should hire himself out to an insomniac’s convention. He’d make a fortune.”
“You know, some of the things he was saying were actually important,” Leo said with amused tolerance.
“I’m sure his mirror would agree with you,” Mikey countered with a grin.
Leo got up to stretch and patted a yawn with the back of his hand. Mikey expected him to say good-night and was surprised when Leo fixed him with a look that was enigmatic enough to make the younger turtle nervous.
“Are you okay, Mikey?” Leo asked suddenly.
Taken aback by the abruptness of the question, Mikey answered, “Sure I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Leo’s expression turned thoughtful, colored with a touch of concern. “You’ve seemed more . . . reticent lately. Like something’s on your mind.”
First Don, now Leo. Mikey really needed to learn to hide things better.
“Where’d that idea even come from? I’m the same worry-free Mikester I’ve always been,” Mikey said cheekily.
“Is it something to do with Raph? Are the two of you not getting along? I know he was annoyed with the way you treated your practice bout the other morning, but that was entirely your fault. You should have known that he’d take it as an insult and try to pay you back,” Leo said.
“What’s the matter, Leo? You think I can’t take it?” Mikey asked, sounding slightly offended.
            “I suppose if you couldn’t take it you wouldn’t poke Raph,” Leo said in an attempt at appeasement.    “I’ve taken his hits and I certainly wouldn’t invite them unnecessarily.”
            “I guess I don’t see it that way,” Mikey told him.
            “You aren’t going to tell me it doesn’t hurt, are you?” Leo asked.
            Mikey shifted on the couch. “Heck yeah it hurts,” he acknowledged. “It just doesn’t bother me. It’s hard to explain. I know I’m annoying when I’m bored and Raph’s my favorite target ‘cause I know I’ll get a rise out of him. But I wouldn’t do it if I thought he hated it. Raph and I are kind of alike; we have a lot of energy and sometimes that makes us jumpy. I know when I need to help him blow off steam, even if that means I get pummeled for my troubles.”
            “So you’re what, Raph’s punching bag?” Leo asked incredulously.
            “I wouldn’t call it that,” Mikey said with a grin. “He still has to catch me first. If you think about it, I’m better exercise than a punching bag ‘cause I punch back.”
            “I’m not exactly thrilled with the idea of two of my brothers having a free for all,” Leo said dryly.
            “What’s suddenly different?” Mikey asked. “We’ve been this way our whole lives.”
            Leo looked at him without saying anything. Mikey hated when he did that because as the silence dragged on the younger turtle always felt like he should fill it and usually he did, spilling way more information than he’d meant to.
            This time he had a secret that was imperative he keep. Mikey was sure he’d been doing a fine job of hiding his changed feelings towards Raph, but Don and Leo both seemed to be picking up on something.
            Of course it was possible that they weren’t getting the strange vibe from Mikey. It might be Raph’s behavior that was setting off their radar and instead of directing their questions at the volatile hot head they chose instead to interrogate the affable younger brother.
            Not this time. No one was going to be playing Jedi mind games on Mikey to get him talking.
            Finally Leo shook his head. “I don’t know. Something seems off with you two but if you say it’s nothing I have to take that at face value. If you do decide you need to talk about something you know where to find me.”
            “Appreciate the offer bro’,” Mikey said, “but I don’t start things I can’t finish and I don’t bite off more than I can chew. Well, I did once ‘cause the pizza was really good and I didn’t want Raph to get the last slice. I wound up swallowing chunks whole and man were they painful going down.”
            Leo was laughing by then. “Are you done with the clichés now? I’m going up to bed. If you choose to stay up all night don’t whine when Master Splinter decides to make an example of you.”
            Mikey grabbed the remote off the couch and said, “I’ll let the TV decide. If nothing’s on then I’ll go to bed early.”
            His brother waved at him in an indulgent manner and jogged upstairs. Mikey flipped through channels without really noting what was on and after about ten minutes of that he sighed and hit the master control button, shutting off all of the televisions.
            Slumping against the couch cushions, Mikey let his hands flop down on either side of him and stared at the blank screens. Realizing they weren’t going to provide any answers he stood up and immediately felt a twinge in his chest from the spot where Raph had jabbed him earlier.
            Touching the spot tentatively with his fingers made his legs and tail stiffen. Mikey’s eyes clouded over as he recalled how Raph had trapped him against the refrigerator, combatively displaying his dominance.
            The old Mikey would have slapped that hand away or cried ‘Uncle’ while laughing in Raph’s face. Try as he might, Mikey couldn’t hang onto his normal behavior when he was around Raphael. Every interaction turned into a series of instinctive responses, all of them keyed to whatever magical pull Raph suddenly had over him.
            Just thinking about how rough his brother had been with him in the kitchen had Mikey’s cock filling. Finding that his shell was becoming too tight, Mikey made straight for the stairs, intent on reaching his room in order to take care of his growing problem.
            To get there he had to pass Raph’s door. Mikey was thankful that it was closed so that he wouldn’t have to face his brother.
            Though he told himself to pass by quickly, Mikey found that his feet insisted on disobeying commands. The next thing he knew, Mikey was staring at Raph’s door, his feet firmly planted in front of it.
            Sliding a tongue along his bottom lip, Mikey leaned forward, turning his head slightly as he did so. After a second he caught the unmistakable sound of Raph’s snoring, deep and sonorous it was one of the reasons they all now had doors.
            Mikey remembered a time when he’d been forced to share Raph’s room because April was homeless and required his. That snoring had kept him awake and driven him so crazy that he’d spent more time roaming the lair than actually in the room.
            Now that sound seemed to call to him, to echo somewhere deep in the primal recesses of his brain. Without conscious thought, Mikey grasped the door knob and turned it.
            The door wasn’t locked and it opened easily, with just the faintest squeak. Raph snorted at the sound and Mikey froze, but then his brother shifted in his sleep and the snoring began again.
            Mikey used every ounce of his ninja stealth in tiptoeing over to the hammock Raph now preferred to sleep in. He still had his old mattress, it was propped against the wall for those times when the hammock had to be re-strung. Raph hated to waste space so when he wasn’t using it to sleep on, he threw darts at a target he had taped to it.
            Thinking about the beat up mattress and ropes made Mikey’s dick throb. He drew a shuddering breath as he attempted to control his arousal and then he looked down into Raph’s slumbering face.
            Raph would so pulverize him into tiny ash if he caught Mikey staring at him as he slept. Mikey liked the way his face looked without the mask; Raph’s profile was strong and virile, his eyes an exotic almond shape that really accentuated Raph’s unusual golden colored irises when his eyes were open.
            His older brother had been snoring on as Mikey stood next to him and the sound wrapped around Mikey’s body, enveloping him in what the younger turtle fancifully thought of as Raph’s aggressive masculinity. It fogged his brain, taking with it another chunk of Mikey’s common sense and he leaned in until his face was almost touching Raph’s neck.
            Closing his eyes, Mikey’s inhaled deeply. Raph’s musk filled his nostrils and then his lungs, the scent sending signals that practically shouted ‘submit, submit!’ in his ears.
            Mikey’s legs spread as his tail straightened and lifted. His cock desperately wanted to drop down and Mikey clapped a hand over the bulge in his plastron in the hopes of keeping it contained.
            Raph’s chest suddenly expanded and he released a particularly loud snore, one with the faintest touch of a rumble to it. The sound reverberated through Mikey’s core and he unwittingly churred in response.
            Panicked, Mikey slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide as he lifted his upper body away from Raph. His brother’s snores had stopped but his eyes didn’t open and Mikey stayed completely still, not even daring to breathe.
            As he watched, Raph’s lips curved up at the edges and then Mikey heard him groan. It wasn’t loud but it was immediately followed by a churr. Mikey saw Raph’s nostrils expand before hearing him take a deep breath and realized that he was near enough for Raph to catch the scent of his desire.
            Mikey’s heart was pounding hard enough to leap right out of his chest. He knew he should try to make a run for it, but running with a barely contained woody was tricky business. Instead he held his ground, hoping against hope that Raph wouldn’t discover him standing there, though some tiny rebellious part of his mind wanted to know what Raph would do to him if he did bust Mikey in the act.
            Time began to spin again when Raph once more started snoring. The sound had a fuller resonance to it now, its pull even stronger than before, and Mikey had to pinch his own neck to keep from being hypnotized by it.
            Then Raph’s hips shifted, drawing Mikey’s gaze downwards. The softer cartilage between Raph’s legs began to part and Mikey could just see his brother’s shaft peeping through as it started to fill.
            That was too much an invasion of privacy even for Mikey and he spun on his heel to creep awkwardly from the room. His dick hurt so badly that he barely managed to take the time to carefully close the door, lifting it minutely to avoid the tell-tale squeak.
            Mikey was never in his life so glad that his own room was just next door. His cock popped out even before he’d fully closed his door and it took will power to lock it before making a mad dash for his bed.
            Raph’s scent still clung to the soft tissue inside his nostrils and Mikey savored it as he thrust upwards into his own hand. His pillow was once again pressed into service as a gag, stifling the churrs and gasps of pleasure as he stroked himself, and then drowning out the sound of his brother’s name as Mikey climaxed.
            Panting and shivering through his release, Mikey caught the sound of Raph’s snores coming through the wall, along with the fainter sound of his churrs. Mikey hadn’t really noticed before that he could hear Raph, perhaps inured to the sound over time.
            Now hyperaware of Raph and everything he did, Mikey could clearly make out the noises that indicated his brother was having a wet dream. A dream that Mikey had set in motion by invading Raph’s privacy.
            Mikey wondered if Raph was dreaming about him. He knew that was wishful thinking but lately everything for him revolved around wishes and daydreams.
            At the moment he sort of wished Raph would soon reach a satisfactory end to that wet dream because Mikey was starting to get hard again.
TBC…………….
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