Pairings: ot4
Warnings: Sex & Drug Addiction
A/N: Thank you to my friend Del for beta reading! You guys can find me on tumblr or twitter at aclassythot
Mikey likes to sneak out.
He likes to think of it as normal. He's a teenager, after all, and cooping a teenager up inside of a sewer all day certainly doesn't help his rebellious spirit. He's got a life to live outside of ninja-ing with his brothers. He doesn't feel too guilty about it, Raph sneaks out all of the time so it's not like he's the only resident rule breaker.
The difference between him and Raph though is that Leo doesn't expect this kind of behavior from him; therefore, Leo doesn't keep his guard up around Mikey. Does he feel a tad bit guilty about using Raph as a scapegoat? Maybe, maybe not. All that matters is him not getting caught under any circumstance.
It would absolutely suck if Leo did suddenly start caring about Mikey's whereabouts at night.
Then he wouldn't be right here, on his knees in a bathroom stall shoving a cock down his throat. Not just any cock, either;Mutant cock. Finding out about the existence of an entire community full of mutants had been a blessing, and finding out that they were all a bunch of freaky sex addicts was even better. Mikey found them when he was 14 and he'd been coming for rounds of steamy sex ever since.
The mutant community in question was located in an old warehouse. Mikey stumbled upon it while looking for a place to practice his tag, but instead he ran into two mutants going at it. The one who did the plowing, a mutant that resembled a rottweiler, caught his eye and grinned.
"...Hey kid," He panted, his hips never halting it's furious pace. The mutant below him, a tiny poodle looking dude, moaned in pure ecstasy every time the rottweiler canted forward. "Y'wanna join?" He asked.
Mikey remembers tensing. He remembers feeling unsure, and a little more than scared. But his hormones were raging and the curiosity that he naturally possessed flared up in him like a fire. He just wanted to know what it was like, that's all. The only thing he had going for him was some dirty magazines hidden under his bed.
He nodded, suddenly uncharacteristically shy.
The Rottweiler stopped, and when he did the poodle cried out a soft "Ronny!" in protest.
"Shh, Muffin, don't you wanna have some extra fun."
Muffin, which is what Mikey assumed his name to be, paused. Mikey could practically see the wheels turning in the poor dude's sexed out brain as he thought over the possibility of a threesome. Finally he sighed and nodded his head.
"I don't see why not."
And that's the how he lost his virginity on a dirty floor in a dirty warehouse pinned between two mutants looking for nothing more than dirty sex. And trust Mikey when he says it was dirty. Absolutely filthy. Mikey never considered the possibility of liking dick before. All his magazines were painfully heterosexual, and master Splinter only ever gave him a brief summary of the birds and the bees. However, by the end of that night he'd managed to take two dicks in his cloaca at once.
Ronny ended up showing him the rest of the warehouse too.
At the time, the community wasn't too big, consisting of only thirty-something mutants. But they all took warmly to Mikey when Ronny laughed and told them about their encounter. Meanwhile, Mikey was blushing scarlet in the background. They said that he could come back any time if he wanted a quick fuck or someone to talk to.
It was...awesome.
He became a frequent guest at the community. His face had stopped becoming new to people and he'd even met most of the others too. By others he means the people that go for sex but don't live there, like he does. They taught him a lot about himself and his sexuality. They even gave him a lesson on the different kinds of sexualities, like bisexual and pansexual. And they always accepted his questions with a smile and explained it in a way they knew he'd understand.
About four months ago Muffin introduced him to the stalls. There are about six in this bathroom, three parallel to each other. Four of those stalls are used exclusively for gloryhole fun. Mikey hadn't particularly cared for oral sex before he was introduced to the stalls but something about the fact that he couldn't see his partner made it more...exciting.
With Muffin on his knees gently guiding him, Mikey sucked off 10 dudes in one night and even ate out a chick through the hole. After that he was hooked on it, he couldn't get enough of the stalls. In fact, he frequented the stalls so much that one of them became his.
His stall was the very first one to your left when you walked in. The hole drilled into the cheap wood is about five inches wide and three inches long. Painted across the chipped teal color of the stall is three blocky neon arrows pointing towards the hole. Slightly above it in bubble letters outlined in blue and colored in pink read the words;
Angie's Stall.
He doodled a chibi version of himself winking in permanent marker next to it. He's really proud of his work.
The inside of his stall is what could be described as a collage of chaos. He brings his spray paints with him so when he's not sucking dick he's decorating his stall. The very first thing he did was paint the interior of his stall orange. After that it's just random words and doodled pictures. But it's unique, and screams his name. To keep it short and simple: He really likes his stall.
The mutant he's servicing groans loudly. It makes Mikey come back to reality and he has to stifle a grin.
He thinks about how his brothers would react if they knew.
Leo would be ashamed of him, probably disown him. Call him nasty, filthy, a disappointment. Say that lending out his body wasn't honourable.
His cock twitches.
Donnie would look at it from a clinical perspective, probably. He'd ask why and get all technical with him. Maybe tell him he's got some form of repression going on or something and offer tons of different forms of therapy.
The dick he's sucking begins to expand slightly, so Mikey doubles his efforts.
Raph?
Raph would be angry. Furious. His baby brother: a slut? A cock-hungry whore who sucks strangers off in a bathroom? Oh, he'd be so mad. He'd press Mikey up against a wall and scream at him until his throat was raw. Maybe he'd push him around, maybe he'd throw a couple of punches. He'd go absolutely manic and-
A salty rope of cum shoots down his throat. His eyes widen, then close in pleasure as he sucks the stranger through his completion. Once he swallows it all, the stranger removes his cock from the hole and lets out an impressed whistle.
"Damn, that was good. How bout we hook up in a different way sometime?" The stranger says.
Mikey laughs.
"Sure dude, I'll be here tomorrow at the same time." He agrees easily; it's not the first time he's used the stall and made someone want more. His mouth is the best around, after all. Nobody beats the Mikester when it comes to blow jobs, thank you very much!
"Sweet. I look forward to it, Angie."
Angie is the nickname he uses so nobody knows his real name. It's a privacy thing, even though there's no way his brothers would ever find out about the place; it's a secret after all. Hell, the fact that Mikey even found the place without deliberately searching for it was a miracle.
He grins but doesn't verbally respond. Hopefully the dude feels the good vibes he's sending his way. If there's something he loves more than pizza it's a good session of cloaca pounding.
Mikey wipes his mouth and waits patiently for the next person to come in.
The next morning comes around quicker than he expected. Mikey ended up servicing more people than he'd intended and thus he only managed to get around three hours of sleep. That's okay though, he had a good time and that's all that matters to him.
He even got sucked off by one of the regulars who actually lives in the warehouse. It's apparently a great honor to get sucked off by him, because apparently the Bear rarely services anyone. And he's a bear in the literal sense, not just the gay way. Mikey's never seen a mutant so big before.
So all in all, he feels pretty accomplished.
That is, until Leonardo makes him eat floorwax during training.
"It's like you're not even trying." Leo says with a frown afterwards. "Are you not getting enough sleep at night?"
Mikey shrugs. "I get plenty of sleep, bro... most of the time. Sometimes insomnia just… hits, you know what I mean?
Leonardo stares at him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Yeah, I understand. Just, know that you can always come to me if you need to talk or something."
The orange-banded turtle laughs. "Duh. Who else am I going to talk to; the wall?"
He thinks of the community and all the people he's fucked. Timothy the bear would probably listen to him talk during afterglow. The guy had a soft spot for the turtle and everyone knew it, including Mikey. It was nice being coddled and gently fucked for once though, so he didn't really mind it at all.
But...nothing beats having a bro to talk to with no strings attached.
Leo smiles at his quip and the awkward tension that had begun to form disappears just like that. The leader clasps his hand on his shoulder and gives it a light squeeze before finally exiting the Dojo, probably to go meditate in his room like usual. Buddy needs to get a hobby that isn't ninja related.
Mikey breathes a sigh of relief though, happy that any worry or suspicion Leo might've had is gone. But, if Leo decides to keep an eye out for him... Mikey shudders. He relies on the community to keep his sanity, damn it! Having it just taken away from him is an unacceptable thought.
Nothing, and he means nothing, is going to get Mikey to stop.
Call it an addiction if you will, he doesn't care. All that matters is that he gets his nightly gut rearrangement. Or cock to suck. Or both! Both is good. Maybe he can talk some of them into a foursome.
He grins at his scheming. Perfect! Within a few nights he should totally have three people on board, and maybe two of them would be interested in some sweet sweet DP. Being stretched to his limit is simply amazing. No words can truly describe the feeling.
He's brought out of his thoughts when he hears someone laughing. He blinks and looks up to see Raph shaking his head as the last of his laughter fades off. "Good one, Mikey." He says, wiping his eyes.
"What's a good one, Raphie? Ya finally losing your marbles bro?"
"The insomnia excuse. I shoulda thought of that one." The turtle says with an all too knowing look on his face. "And don't call me that."
"Yeah, you have definitely lost a couple of screws." Mikey scoffs and rolls his eyes. "What makes you think it's an excuse?"
Raph shrugs, and bends down to pick up another weight. "Dunno, something along the lines of seein ya' sneak around in the sewers at ass o'clock in the morning."
Mikey, who was turning to leave, freezes. Raph laughs again, a sound which usually gives him warm fuzzy feelings. This time it just makes him scared. "Don't worry, Mikey. I ain't gunna snitch on ya. Just be careful, alright?"
Mikey breathes in. Breathes out. And then grins before shooting his brother a thumbs up. "Duh. I just go up to tag, promise."
Raph nods. "Of course. Just gotta make sure, ya know?"
He waves him off as he leaves the room. "Yeah yeah, I know mom."
Raph curses and turns to throw his rag at Mikey but it's too late, he's already ran out of the room. Raph shakes his head and ignores the weird feeling bubbling in his chest. It's okay, he tells himself. He trusts Mikey.
The mutant from yesterday is back. Mikey recognizes his cock immediately because of how unique it is. Particularly because of how similar it is to Mikey's own. It's big, and the tip is a dark purple that fades into a light pink as it goes down to his base. Not only that but it looks like a tentacle.
Mikey is positive that this dude is a turtle mutant too. Nobody else has a dick like this aside from him and his brothers. He has to be a turtle, there's no way he isn't. What other mutant would have a dick as glorious as this?
He teases the tip with his tongue and pretends it's one of his brothers. Maybe Leo. He seems like the type to be embarrassed enough to want to hide behind a wall. Or maybe Donnie, because Donnie is really kinky. He saw the magazines his brother hid in his lab. The ones with ropes and chains and whips.
It's always the quiet ones, he thinks with a smirk.
He pulls away before he starts sucking and gives the cock a stroke. "Hey, you wanna fuck me? The stalls unlocked."
He hears the mutant inhale sharply.
"For real?"
"Yeah man, i've been itchin' for a good pounding. Your cock seems perfect." Nice and turtle-y. All he has to do is close his eyes and pretend it's one of his brothers pounding him into the tiles.
In a blink of an eye the cock has retreated and the stall door is being slammed open to reveal a beast of a turtle. And when Mikey says beast he fucking means it. The dude is almost as wide as the stall and as tall as Casey. He'd almost say the guy was an alligator if it wasn't for the plastron and shell giving it away. His skin is a deep brown, almost black.
Along his neck are little spikes that make his cock twitch in interest. He's a turtle, but definitely not any kind of turtle Mikey's ever seen. A swinging motion behind the big dude lets Mikey know that his tail is long, too.
Mikey opens his mouth and then closes it again. The turtle's yellow eyes crinkle with glee. "Oh, you're a turtle too? So tiny and cute!" He cooes, and steps deeper into the stall. "What are you, a musk turtle?"
Mikey blushes and stutters. "N-no, no. I'm a box turtle. You're-"
"Big?" He grins and inches closer. Mikey nods, his mouth suddenly too dry to speak. Man, he's so horny right now. It already feels like his cock is about to burst. "I'm a snapping turtle."
"Cool." Mikey breathes out. He gets up off his knees and then moves to sit on the toilet, making sure to spread his legs and expose his cloaca. The porcelain feels cool against the burning temperature of his skin. His cock has already dropped down and it strains against the stale air of the bathroom.
"Come on big guy, go on and fuck me." He whispers. The snapping turtle shudders and finally closes the short distance. He places his big hands on Mikey's trembling thighs and strokes the pads of his thumbs against the side of tough skin in a soothing manner. He notes the texture absentmindedly, his fingers are surprisingly soft in comparison to Mikey's. Mr. Snapping Turtle certainly isn't a fighter, not with those hands at least.
"Lube?" He asks, grinding his dick against Mikey's. It sends warmth to his stomach, Mikey shakes his head, but smiles wickedly up at him.
"Nah. I get naturally wet." He churrs.
The stranger groans. "Oh. That a box turtle thing?"
"Dunno, don't care, please fuck me."
That's all it takes for the other to reach between them and take hold of his thick cock. He positions the tip at Mikey's slit and rubs it up and down in a teasing manner, causing a low keening noise to slip through Mikey's lips.
"Please, please put it in please." He begs, pushing his hips up. Mikey is so desperate right now that it actually physically hurts. "Go on fuck me, put it in! Do it, do it-" His begging is halted and he hisses as the head breaches his slit. Those fantastically big hands move to grip his hips tightly.
"Oh, you're kind of a slut." The turtle grunts. He shifts and his cock slips in even deeper. A loud churr escapes Mikey again and the bigger turtle responds with one of his own. It's deeper, more gravely. It almost reminds him of Raph. "But you're tight like a virgin."
Mikey doesn't say anything in response. He just closes his eyes and lets himself take in all the sensations he feels swirling around in his lower regions.
He pushes, and pushes, until finally he's completely bottomed out in the smaller turtle's cloaca. Mikey is stretched to the limit, he almost feels as full as he did when Ronny and Muffin double penetrated him for the first time. It's magnificent, feels absolutely wonderful. He rocks his hips on the mutant and encourages him to move.
Finally, he shifts back until his cock is all the way out and rams back into him with a brutal thrust. Mikey cries out as he does this, his whole body trembling with the sheer force of the way this dude moves. He grips the turtle's biceps and hangs on for the ride as he repeats his actions again, and again, It's not long until he's fucking Mikey fast and hard with a fluid rhythm.
Each shove of his cock sends sparks of electricity through his veins. He's never felt so horny in his life, never felt so alive before. Nothing can compare to this sort of adrenaline rush. Not training, not fighting the foot clan, not even jumping rooftops can come close to the fire coursing through him right now.
Mikey doesn't know how long this brutal fuck lasts, all he knows is that he wishes it was never over. He loves it, wants to live like this as this monster's cock slut forever. He bets the turtle would pamper him, fuck him, make him his sex slave. His eyes roll back and he shakes as the tip of his cock jabs into that spot.
Mikey doesn't know what that spot is. He does know, however, that every time it's touched he sees stars.
"Harder!" Mikey screams. "Go on, fuck me like you mean it!"
The other churrs and slams back into him with enough force to make his teeth rattle. He dips his head into the curve of Mikey's throat and he licks a long stripe down to his collarbone. It causes him to shudder and cling even tighter. Clearly enjoying the reaction Mikey gave, he keeps doing it until the licks become gentle nibbles.
"Bite me." He says breathlessly. He feels filthy right now, and he knows that he shouldn't risk any marks appearing but at the moment he just doesn't care. "You can do whatever you want, mark me up. Be rough. Brutalize me, please."
The snapping turtle inhales sharply. "You're certainly something." He chuckles before opening his mouth up and clamping down on Mikey's shoulder. His teeth are razor sharp. It reminds him of the Shredder, almost, and he can't stop the pained yelp from escaping him.
"Don't stop." Mikey grunts. His hands fly to the back of his head to make sure he stays right there. "You're not hurting me, keep doing that-" He cuts himself off with a moan. "God baby, you're doing perfect."
The pain causes a weird sensation. It's good though, that's for sure. He feels the tip of his dick tingle every time the stranger applies even the tiniest amount of pressure. The sensation, paired with his cloaca being pounded hard, spirals him into a feeling that's raw and primal. He feels like the animal he was hatched as. All sense and rational thought is gone and replaced with a feral need to be fucked and marked.
This is what he was born to do. He was born to take this dick, he was born to be an absolute slut. Fuck being a ninja, if he could make fucking a career he'd totally do it. He'd be the best fucking slut to ever live.
The turtle thrusts hard, extremely hard and it's borderline painful when paired up with the biting but Mikey doesn't care because finally he's coming. He cums so hard that it reaches the tip of his beak and paints his plastron white.
"Oh god." he cries, tears streaming down his face as his dick continues to twitch and the stranger above him continues to thrust.
It's almost too much, he almost begs for him to stop, but not too long after Mikey finishes he's biting twice as hard and filling him up with his cum. Mikey feels the burning hot liquid spread through his cloaca. It's a great feeling, Mikey loves being treated like a cocksleeve, a toy to be used and filled up.
After he's done creaming his hole, he unclamps his teeth on Mikey's shoulder and slumps down into the smaller turtle's arms and churrs gently. Mikey feels something slide down his arm and he can only assume it's blood. He should be worried but at the moment he's not, the only thing he's capable of focusing on right now is his immense satisfaction.
They hold each other for a moment, basking in the afterglow that always comes with intense, rough sex.
"You were wonderful, Angie." He says after a while. "Same time tomorrow?"
Mikey grins weakly and pats his shoulder.
"You bet."
The walk of shame home hurts more than usual. Normally, it's his throat that burns. Tonight, it's his entire lower body. Oh, and the big ass bite mark on his shoulder feels like a thousand bees stung him in the same spot over and over again for an hour straight. He made sure to wrap it up tight with some ace bandages and has been trying to come up with an excuse for the injury ever since he left the community.
The snapping turtle had offered to walk him home but he kindly declined the invitation. If his brothers knew they'd beat the shit out of both him and Mikey. Which would suck some major ass.
He uses the sewer walls to support himself as he limps home. He hopes they don't have morning training tomorrow. Sometimes splinter is nice and lets them train in the afternoons. That'd be the ideal situation, but knowing his luck it'll be one of those days where Splinter wakes them up at 4 am for some meditation bullshit that only Leo likes to do.
He whines when he feels the spark in his cloaca. He's glad cleaning out didn't feel this bad or else he probably would've waited until the morning for it to naturally come out. Which is as gross as it sounds and is vaguely humiliating. It comes with the craft though so he shouldn't be complaining.
He's about halfway to the liar when a form steps out of the shadows. A Raph-shaped form. "Mikey?" He calls out, and Mikey curses underneath his breath because he knows he fucking busted. "Jesus!" The turtle rushes over to him smelling like booze. Looks like he's not the only one with secrets to hide.
"Hey Raph." He mumbles with a hoarse voice. "What's up?"
Raph lifts Mikey's right arm and wraps it around his shoulder, providing Mikey with some much needed support. "Don't 'what's up' me." he hisses, angry as fuck. "What happened to being careful, huh?"
Mikey hums, trying to come up with a good excuse. "I...got into a fight. Some assholes sprayed over my tag bro. So disrespectful!"
"Who the fuck were these guys? Purple Dragons? They banged you up bad, bro." Oh, he was banged up for sure. Not by Purple Dragons though.
"You should see them." Mikey laughs, and leans into Raph's hold. "I'm fine, just sprained my ankle and fell."
Raph scoffs. "Sure, and I'm secretly a wacko in a turtle costume. Come on, we gotta get ya to Donnie."
Mikey has never felt such sheer, raw panic before. Donnie would mean an examination. It would also lead to him prying about the bandage on his shoulder. And of course, since Raph naturally hovers, he'd stay in the room during the examination. It would be pandemonium! Leo would walk in and ask what the fuck is up and the two of them would snitch immediatley.
"No, dude, that's so unnecessary. It's not that bad, honest." He tries to keep the panic out of his voice. But how do you stay casual when your life is about to blow up right before your very eyes? He really wishes Leonardo would've taught him how to conceal his emotions before Mikey's inevitable death. It would have been really helpful.
Raph rolls his eyes. "Mike, ya can hardly walk on ya own."
"I know, I know, but bro; Donnie has a million things to do." He's got to think fast, his next words could literally mean life or death. "And you know him, what if he's asleep right now? Do you know how much the lil' dude sleeps? Not at all! Do we really want to risk that over me getting a little roughed up? I've had worse injuries during training and have been perfectly fine the next day."
His older brother blinks. "...Ya sure are adamant on not wantin' to see Don, ain't ya?"
"His sleep and well being is important to me."
Raph sighs.
The rest of the walk home is quiet and the anxiety grows more and more each step they take. He doesn't know what's going through the red banded turtle's mind, but Mikey is beyond relieved when Raph takes him to his bedroom instead of Donnie's lab. Klunk greets him with a soft meow from the foot of his bed and he smiles gently at the tabby cat. He always waits up for him before going to sleep, it's sweet.
Raph helps Mikey get situated onto his bed and Mikey appreciates him more than anything in this moment.
"Ya know how this family is." Raph speaks up before leaving, his shell turned to Mikey. "Secrets don't stay secrets for long."
He leaves before Mikey can respond and closes the door gently behind him. Mikey stares at the wood for a few moments, a dark feeling making itself home in the pit of his stomach.