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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(TV_2012), Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_-
      All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Michelangelo/Raphael_(TMNT)
  Character:
      Leonardo_(TMNT), Donatello_(TMNT)
  Additional Tags:
      My_First_Work_in_This_Fandom, Please_be_gentle, canon_typical_Raph
      picking_on_Mikey, Hmm_this_fic_ended_up_with_more_detail_and_Raphael's
      introspection_then_I_intended, so_there's_fluffy_sweetness_as_well, This
      fic_got_away_from_me, but_I_like_it_so_it's_okay, Um...Raph_is_a_little
      rough_in_bed_but_like_it's_all_good_Mikey's_into_it, Mikey_is_pretty
      bendy_for_a_turtle, Raph_uses_insults_as_endearments_but_that's_nothing
      new, magical_one_touch_orgasms!_Because_Mikey_is_a_quickshot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-15 Words: 4054
****** Does Mikey Bend that Way ******
by IcecreamKitty
Summary
     Inspired by my own inappropriate dirty laughter at Raph talking about
     the "does Mikey bend that way game" in Panic in the Sewers and the
     ensuing dirty thoughts as well.
     --
     Mikey's been antsy because he's been grounded for a week and is
     bothering Raph more than the older turtle can stand. Raph snaps (as
     usual) and plays the "does Mikey bend that way" game. Later he feels
     kinda bad about it though and decides to play Mikey's favorite
     version of the game behind closed doors.
Notes
     This is my first fic for this fandom so idk if I'm gonna get
     everything "right" on the first go 'round. Still figuring this fandom
     out while I binge watch the series, but so far I'm loving it all.
     Unbeta'd so if there's any spelling or grammar errors, I'd gladly
     accept the help.
See the end of the work for more notes
The “does Mikey bend that way” game had two versions as far as Raph was
concerned. One was publicly consumable; perfectly acceptable to “play” in front
of his family and friends when Mikey pissed him off and he wanted to smack the
little brat around a bit. The other version was much different and required
locked doors and involved trying and mostly failing to keep the grunts, moans,
and cries of pleasure as silent as possible. It was a rare day in which they
would play both, but today was just such a day.
Earlier, Mikey had been non stop talking and hovering around him as he was
trying to read, and then wouldn’t shut up as they were practicing katas, and
STILL wouldn’t shut up as Mikey was making and then they were eating lunch.
When Mikey started talking with his mouth full of pizza sandwiches (Mikey was a
culinary genius when he really put his mind to it) and a little bit of sandwich
flew out of his mouth and landed on Raph’s cheek, that was it. Raph was done
with Leo’s whole “be nice to Mikey, he’s just stir crazy from a week of being
grounded with no missions and is excited to finally be going out again” plan.
Raph put his sandwich down on his plate and gave Mikey a death glare as he
wiped the little glob off his cheek.
“That’s it!” he said through gritted teeth “I’m done with this shit. Mikey,”
the younger turtle swallowed and looked at Raph with wide eyes “I’d run if I
were you because I’m about to play the ‘does Mikey bend that way’ game!” The
last half of his sentence was yelled while running after his screeching brother
who was high pitched whining “ahhh nooooo my sandwihihiiiiiiich!!” as he fled
in the direction of the dojo.
“So much for the ‘be nice to Mikey’ plan” Donny said, looking at the retreating
forms of his brothers and then over to Leo who sighed and shook his head.
“It was a doomed plan from the start, anyway. At least it lasted until lunch.”
Leo got up to put both Raph and Mikey’s sandwiches in the fridge then sat back
down to finish his own.
---
Later, as the team was sitting around in the living room and eating a late
after patrol dinner of pizza after a victory over their latest foe, Raph
started to feel a little bad for his outburst earlier as he watched Mikey scarf
down his sour gummy worms, red onions, sardines, hot sauce, and extra cheese
pizza while happily humming to himself. Raph had been grounded before when no
one else was and he knew that antsy feeling to get back out on patrol. Of
course, Raph’s antsyness usually resulted in having to repair the punching bag
after he ripped into it and curse words flying through the air in every
direction, but this was Mikey he was talking about, of course his antsyness
resulted in the non stop motor mouth. Raph was just surprised it hadn’t
involved water balloons as well.
Mikey shoved the last piece of his pizza into his mouth as Leo started flipping
channels. The “World’s Dumbest” marathon they had been lucky enough to catch
the tail end of was over, and it was that time of night when nothing but
infomercials, weird religious shows, and TV from 20-30 years ago was on. Mikey
had been sitting on the floor above the couch alcoves and seemed to be
considering where he was going to move to be more comfortable for a late night
TV binge. Raph caught his eye and made a motion with his head to signal that
Mikey should sit with him. The younger turtle crawled over to where Raph was
sitting and then swung his legs over the back of the sunken couches then slid
down to plop his butt next to his brother. Mikey grinned happily up at Raph and
the older turtle smiled and rolled his eyes, throwing his arm over Mikey’s
shoulders as he snuggled up to Raph’s side.
Leo managed to find a channel playing cartoons from the late 80s that was much
better than once again watching the infomercial for “Instant Wave Pizza
Cooker!!!! ONLY 9 PAYMENTS OF 9.95!!!” that Mikey always whined about wanting
and they all settled in to most likely fall asleep watching tv before waking up
a few hours later and wandering off to their own rooms. Donny got up to use the
restroom and dimmed the lights on his way back so that only the TV, the strings
of old christmas lights that Mikey insisted they kept up all year, and the neon
above the oven in the kitchen provided any light. It was soft and intimate and
the turtles all yawned as they half watched their late night TV. Mikey had his
face buried in Raph’s shoulder and was quickly snuffling softly in his sleep as
Raph rubbed his hand over the bumps and ridges of his shell and slowly nodded
off, himself.
---
When Raph woke up it was from a very nice dream about Mikey. The dream had
started off rather normally, just Raph and Mikey sparring in the dojo. But soon
dream!Raph had dream!Mikey pinned to the ground and then they were making out
and then grinding their lower plastrons together and the dream just got more
erotic from there. Which explained why Raph was lying uncomfortably against the
back of the couch with a hardon threatening to push its way out of his shell.
What it didn’t explain was where Mikey was. Usually when the little ball of
energy woke up before Raph when they fell asleep in the living room he would
shake, pester, and poke his older brother awake so they could sneak off to one
of their respective rooms and get in a little nookie before curling up and
snuggling to fall asleep together again.
Donny and Leo were still asleep in the living room as well. Donny was draped
over the beanbag chair with a little trail of drool hanging from his mouth that
Raph made a mental note to tease him about later and Leo was curled up in a
little ball on the couch, every pillow the living room had was piled up under
him and the soft, worn, old throw blanket wrapped around him. Leo shifted as
Raph watched him sleep as he rubbed the crick out his neck. Raph got up to
search for Mikey once his neck was no longer sore.
He checked the bedrooms first, maybe Mikey really had just been too tired to
bother with waking Raph up. But when Mikey wasn’t in his own room or Raph’s the
older turtle felt stumped. He walked back to the center of the lair to check
behind the kitchen counter. He had once found Mikey asleep there, curled up
around a half eaten burrito. But once more, no Mikey. Raph scratched at an itch
on his chin while he thought.
If Mikey was playing some sort of ridiculous hide and seek sex game without
telling Raph about it, where would the little hyperactive turtle hide? He could
be hiding in the dojo. Except Mikey wasn’t quite that stupid to play late night
hide and seek so close to Splinter’s room. Raph checked that off his mental
list of potential Mikey hiding places. He could have gone into the sewers,
except that could run the risk of being alone in the sewers all night if Raph
never came searching for him. Plus sewer sex was kind of awkward and gross and
they had both agreed to never attempt it again except in dire circumstances.
The sewers also got checked off Raph’s list. He could be in the showers. Raph
nodded to himself. If Mikey wasn’t hiding in either of their rooms, or the
kitchen, the bathrooms were probably the most likely place. Raph rolled his
eyes and edged silently along the wall leading to the bathrooms.
The bathrooms in the lair were more like a locker room, in actuality; most
likely having been some sort of break room for subway workers when the lair had
been a working station. There were two toilet stalls, four urinals (of which
only two worked), and three showers that were really just alcoves with shower
heads and curtains to block the view of whoever was using the shower. There was
also a row of sinks and mirrors and a small wall of lockers that the turtles
kept their towels and toiletries in.
Raph silently snuck into the front of the bathroom where the lockers and sinks
were and scanned the room. No sign of Mikey, though he did note that Mikey’s
locker was ajar, but the youngest turtle never properly closed the thing, so
that didn’t mean much. He edged around the partition separating the toilets and
showers from the sinks and lockers and rolled his eyes when he looked in the
direction of the showers.
One of the shower curtains was pulled shut and Raph could even see the top of
Mikey’s head poking over the opaque part of the partition. He rushed the
curtain and pulled the plasticy fabric aside and to his surprise received a
water balloon directly in the face. When Raph opened his eyes he saw Mikey
quietly sniggering behind his hand.
“I got you, dude!” Mikey whispered gleefully. “You thought I was just hiding
but I was hiding with a water balloon! I made it earlier and stashed it in my
locker. ah ha ha!”
Raph’s wet face glared at Mikey.
“Aw c’mon, it’s just water Raph, you’re a turtle!” Mikey said throwing his
hands up.
Raph quirked an eye ridge at his brother. Easy for him to say when he wasn’t
the one all wet! Mmm, wet Mikey. That reminded Raph of the reason he had been
searching for his younger brother in the first place and a wicked grin crossed
his face.
“Y’know Mikey, I’m inclined to think this warrants another round of the ‘does
Mikey bend that way’ game.” he said with a suggestive glint in his eye.
That Mikey totally missed.
“What!? Aw no dude, it was just one water balloon. Raph, why?” Mikey pouted and
Raph rolled his eyes at him.
“No. Mikey.” Raph grabbed the smaller turtle’s face and made sure he was aware
of the version of the game that Raph meant “The ‘does Mikey bend that way’
game.” Raph raised both of his eye ridges and then grinned. It took Mikey a
second.
“huh...oh...OHHH!” Mikey’s eyes lit up and a huge grin crossed his face as Raph
let go of his cheeks and stepped back. “I see. I guess I should run, huh?” Raph
nodded and Mikey bounced excitedly “Race you to my room!” Mikey said before
taking off.
It wasn’t much of a chase, as chases go. They had to be as quiet as possible in
the living room to try to not wake Leo who was still asleep on the couch in his
pillow nest and it took all of Raph’s quick reflexes and ninja stealth to not
crash into Mikey as he stopped abruptly to start tiptoeing across the living
room floor. Raph made it to the bedrooms first.
“Mikey, hurry up.” he hissed at his, for once, overly cautious brother. Mikey
looked at Leonardo’s sleeping form, then back at Raph, then back at Leo and
started tiptoeing faster. Once he got close enough Raph pulled Mikey to him and
then into Raph’s room instead of Mikey’s, it was closer.
Almost immediately Raph had Mikey pinned to the door. He crowded into his
little brother’s space and pressed a rough kiss to his mouth. Mikey’s hands
came up to grip Raph’s carapace as he wrapped one of his legs around his
brother’s. Raphael pulled away to trail kisses down Mikey’s neck. He threw in a
few bites as he made his way back up, stopping when he did to breath hotly
against Mikey’s skin and whisper.
“I had a dream about you while I was sleeping on the couch” Raph untangled
himself from Mikey’s leg and moved them around so he was shoving his younger
brother backwards towards his bed.
“Yea-hea?” Mikey asked, breath hiccuping mid word as the back of his legs hit
the end of the bed.
“Mmmhm.” said Raph with a sly grin as he shoved Mikey’s shoulders so that he
fell back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times with the creaking springs.
“Let’s see if you really can bend the way you did in my dream, because it was
very hot when you did.”
Raph crawled on top of Mikey slowly and buried his face in the other turtle’s
neck and inhaled. Mikey smelled quite nice when he actually remembered to
bathe, a soft earthy aroma that Raph would never admit out loud was his
favorite scent, but absolutely was.
“Mmm I love ya Mikey” Raph mumbled into his brother’s skin and he felt Mikey
shiver at the tickle of his breath.
“Kinda sappy bro” Mikey said with a giggle and Raph tilted his head to glare at
his brother. “I mean obviously I love you too, but I thought I was gonna get
pounded here.” Mikey stuck his tongue out and winked and Raph rolled his eyes,
moving to look Mikey in the face.
“Is all you think about sex and food, Michelangelo?” he asked as he ground his
hips against Mikey and the smaller turtle let out a little yelp at the
unexpected friction.
“Well duh, dude.” Mikey said, attempting to grab at Raph’s side but was stymied
by Raph grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. “Basic survival
instincts, yo! Mating and eating!” Mikey grinned wide and wiggled his hips in
an attempt to get more friction again.
Raph raised an eye ridge before rolling his eyes and shaking his head with a
smile at Mikey.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Donny.” he said before halting any
more opportunity for conversation by leaning down to kiss his brother and
shifting his hold on Mikey’s hands so he could pin them both with one of his
and reach down to grind his palm against the slit in his brother’s lower
plastron.
Mikey’s breath stuttered into Raph’s kiss and he brought his knees up to get
some leverage so he could grind back against his older brother’s palm. Raph
nipped at Mikey’s mouth before pulling away to breath.
“So about this dream you had?” Mikey said breathily before biting his lip. Raph
grinned predatorily.
“Well first, I had you like this.” Raph grabbed Mikey’s left leg and maneuvered
it so that it was sticking straight up and stuck between their two plastrons
“looks like you do bend that way.” Mikey nodded and wiggled to test how much
movement he had in this position.
“You okay like this for a bit?” Raph asked and Mikey nodded, “Good. Because, as
I had you pinned like this I was busy doing this.” on the second ‘this’, Raph
started brushing his fingers over Mikey’s exposed hole and the younger turtle
whimpered and bit down on his lip, his little toes curling and uncurling next
to Raph’s face.
“You gonna move your hands if I move mine?” Raph asked and Mikey opened one eye
from where he had closed them to peer at his brother.
“Um..maybe?” Mikey answered truthfully as he squirmed, trying to get more
friction on both the bulge in his lower plastron and the hole that Raph was
softly pressing against. Raph gave Mikey an unimpressed look.
“Well dont. Because I’m trying to grab the lube, ya moron.” Raph raised an eye
ridge at Mikey and pressed the other turtle’s hands into the mattress as a
warning of sorts before letting go to grab the lube that he had stashed behind
the spray paint bottles on the makeshift shelf and headboard behind his bed.
Raph moved the hand that was currently teasing Mikey’s entrance back up to
quickly squirt some lube on his fingers before snapping the tube’s lid closed
and dropping it on the mattress next to Mikey’s head. Raph put his dry hand
back to use gripping Mikey’s still unmoved hands and leaned down to whisper
“good boy” as he slowly pressed his finger into his brother’s hole. Mikey cried
out softly and Raph grunted as he felt his cock push it’s way out of his shell
at the sound and he pushed his finger in a little more roughly in an attempt to
get more sounds out of his little brother. Raph was rough but his finger was
well lubricated and soon he was getting nothing but soft pleasured but
frustrated huffs of breath from Mikey as his fingers clenched and unclenched in
Raph’s grasp.
“Wha-what was the next way you ha-had me bent in your dream?” Mikey asked,
looking up at Raph with his blue eyes sparkling with need. Raph grinned and
pulled away, moving his hands so he could reposition Mikey onto his side while
facing the wall. Raph moved Mikey’s right leg into an angle that would give him
a more stable base and then straddled his brother’s thigh and grabbed his left
leg positioning it flat against his plastron and then bent at his shoulder,
brushing lightly against the back of his shell. Mikey pulled Raph’s pillow to
him and bunched it under his head, giving him a better angle to look up at his
older brother from.
Raph was grinning and gently humping Mikey, his dick occasionally brushing
against the lubed up hole that was spread wide in this position. Mikey
whimpered and bit his lip.
“Dream!you was really into this position.” Raph said, gripping his own cock
with the hand that had previously been fingering his brother and gently running
his dry hand up and down Mikey’s raised thigh. He teased them both by rubbing
the head of his dick against Mikey’s hole. “Let’s see if you’re just as into it
in real life?” Raph started the slow push into his brother’s warm, tight, hole,
groaning at the sensation.
The older turtle moved both his hands to grab at the junction of Mikey’s hip as
he slowly bottomed out. He couldn’t help a bit of a slow grind, deep inside his
brother as he waited for Mikey to give the go ahead. Raph brought a hand to
Mikey’s plastron and rubbed slow, soothing circles before moving downwards to
coax Mikey’s dick out of his shell, giving it a few slow strokes before
stopping. Mikey bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Raph and before he
could even finish nodding Raph was moving.
Raph worked up to a steady pace. Thrust, thrust, grind, thrust, and then over
again, shifting until on a down grind Mikey cried out and his whole body
twitched. Raph kept the pace up in that angle so that with every new push
inwards he pressed against Mikey’s prostate and the younger turtle’s breathy
cries became rhythmic. Raph’s pace quickened and he pressed forward, placing
his hands on the mattress for better leverage, pushing his brother’s leg flush
against his own side.
“R-Raph?” Mikey asked as the new angle took Raph deeper but offered less
stimulation to his prostate. Raph quirked an eye ridge at his brother.
“Yeah Mikey?” he asked, breathlessness and pleasure making his words clipped
and stuttery. Mikey brought one of his hands up to grip at the back of Raph’s
neck.
“Um, I don’t think I ca-CAN! be in this position for very long.” Mikey blinked
lust hazy but slightly worried eyes up at his brother. Raph smiled lovingly at
Mikey as he thrusted particularly hard into him. Easing up again, he turned his
head and kissed at Mikey’s wrist.
“That’s okay.” he said, nipping lightly at the skin he had just kissed. “You
ready for the final position?” he asked. Mikey nodded quickly and profusely and
Raph huffed out a little laughter as he pulled out and leaned down to give
Mikey a deep kiss.
Raph turned Mikey over and positioned him so that his head was pressed into his
own arms and Raph’s pillow, and his ass was sticking up in the air, his cute
little tail wiggling in anticipation.
“I know you can bend like this since I’ve had you this way so many times
before.” Raph said, “But it’s an old favorite and there’s something to be said
for the classics.” Raph grabbed Mikey’s hips and dragged him closer before
pushing back in, groaning out “yeah” as he did so.
Raph’s new pace was steady but rough, every down stroke a pounding and every
pull outwards, slow and arduous. Mikey was glad for Raph’s pillow as he buried
his face in the fabric that smelled of his brother and tried hard not to bite
it, lest Raph make fun of him for it later. He muffled his louder cries in the
fabric as Raph gave up any semblance of control and started pounding into his
little brother hard and fast.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes!” Raph said, getting more vocal as he neared his climax.
Raph took one hand off Mikey’s hip to grab at his carapace as his thrusts
became shorter and quicker and Mikey unburied his face from the pillow to look
up at the other turtle.
“Ra-Raph, I-” Mikey’s sentence trailed off into a moan but Raph understood what
the younger turtle needed and took his hand off Mikey’s carapace to reach under
him and rub at the sensitive edges of the slit Mikey’s cock extended from.
Raph grunted as the new angle he had to be in, forced his dick as deep as
possible into his brother. He could feel himself getting close; the coil of
pleasure building in his pelvis, about to snap.
“You ready Mikey?” he asked, each word emphasized with a thrust. Mikey nodded,
too gone for words now and screwed his eyes up tight as Raph gripped his dick
and with one thrust of Raph’s hips and one stroke of his wrist, Mikey was
coming, hard, spraying his come onto Raph’s bamboo and tiger print sheets.
Mikey was clenched up tight and hot around Raph and all it took was one more
final thrust and he, too, tumbled over the edge, coming deep inside his
brother. Both turtles collapsed, exhausted on Raph’s bed.
---
Raph woke up from the light doze he had been in and pulled his softening member
out of his brother before tucking it away. At the sudden loss of a cuddle
partner Mikey made a light noise of protest but otherwise stayed sleeping,
curling up to conserve warmth. Raph got up and opened one of the lockers in the
corner of his room to pull out a washcloth, bottle of water, and a larger
towel. He wetted the washcloth and wiped himself off before moving to the bed
to wipe off Mikey and tuck him away as well.
Mikey opened bleary eyes and blinked sleepily at Raph before making grabby
hands at him. Raph chuckled and smiled warmly, shaking his head at his cute
brother’s antics.
“In a sec, Mikey, you don’t wanna sleep in a gross wet patch, do ya?” he
whispered and Mikey frowned in confusion. Raph just ignored him as he pushed
his little brother around so he could tuck the bigger towel into his mattress
over the come spot, he’d wash his sheets in the morning, right now this was all
the energy he had. He also grabbed the lube, which had rolled into the gap
between the mattress and wall and stashed it back behind his spray paint. Raph
dropped the wet washcloth on the floor and crawled back into bed with Mikey.
Mikey immediately curled up to Raph, throwing a hand over his plastron and
tangling their legs together. Raph pulled the covers over them both and then
chucked a shuriken at his light switch to plunge them into semi darkness, a
faint glow emanating from his jack-o-lantern light. Raph smiled and felt
himself slowly drift off to the sound of Mikey’s soft snoring. He loved the
“does Mikey bend that way” game.
End Notes
     BTW pizza sandwiches are fantastic and easy to make and you should
     totally try them.
     hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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