Someone shakes his shoulder, the one with the bite. It stings and causes him to jolt awake with a loud snort. "Angie," Muffin says against his ear. The hand on his shoulder rubs gently in an apologetic manner. "Get up. Another turtle person is here to see you but I didn't want to point you out this time."

Mikey stares at him with bleary eyes. "What?"

The poodle pulls away and smiles down at him. Although, it looks more nervous than anything. "This one's a lot angrier, too. Are you sure you don't have any assassins or something after you?"

It takes him a moment to process it but when he does he rolls his eyes before tugging the blanket over his head. "No assassins, but I kinda wish there was dude. I told him I'd go by myself." He groans.

"What should I-"

"Send 'em up. Raphie is all bark but no bite."

Muffin doesn't respond. He hears footsteps shuffle away, and then a door closes softly. Mikey's cloaca is sore but by this point it's nothing new. If anything the soreness is a comfort that's greatly needed. It grounds him, but that makes him sound crazy. People who rely on pain to feel alive are sick in the head.

Then again, fucking and snorting powder with strangers is sick too. What's one more slice of craziness going to hurt?

The door opens again. He hears Muffin mutter something, and then the door closes. Heavier footsteps make their way to the bed. Ronny's are harder due to his weight so he knows it's not him. That leaves one person. Raph. Without meaning to, he tenses.

"...Mikey?"

He could cry.

He would, too, if he wasn't so fucked up.

"Why'd you have to come so early bro?"

The bed dips and a solid weight is slung over his hip. The blatant affection coming from Raphael surprises him. Aside from the occasional noogie or hug his older brother tends to steer clear from physical contact.

(But Mikey has always been his exception for everything.

There's not a thing Raph wouldn't do for him.

They both know it.)

"Couldn't wait to see ya any longer. Ya had me real nervous, Mike."

"Didya think I wasn't gunna come?" It's hard to keep the accusation out of his voice. He knows that lately he hasn't been trustworthy but the knowledge that Raph wouldn't trust him feels like a punch to the gut.

"...Leo sure as hell thinks yer not."

Mikey tugs the blanket off of his head and turns into his brother's embrace. He nuzzles his beak into the crook of Raph's neck. He's immensely relieved when Raph doesn't pull away from him. Instead, the other grips tighter onto him.

He's reminded of his dream from last night, almost. It makes him shudder.

"He hates me now."

"Nah, don't be dramatic. He loves ya. We all do."

"I love you too, bro, but the fact is. I don't think Leo can ever forgive me for this."

"Again, don't be such a drama queen bro." He rubs his shell soothingly. "I ain't gunna keep repeatin' myself over and over. Leo's not mad at ya."

"If you say so."

Raph pulls back to look Mikey in the eyes. His mask is crinkled at the edges and it makes him look angrier than he really is. It reminds him of how bare his own face is, of how he gave his mask to Leo and basically told him to go fuck himself. The guilt threatens to peak again. It makes his blood thrum.

He wants drugs.

The warmth from Raph's body and the smell of the human cologne he likes to use brings him back to their conversation on the phone.

He can't have drugs, but he can have something else for now.

"Mikey-"

"Did you mean everything you said last night?"

"Well, I mean, I-"

"Did you or did you not bro?"

"Yeah. I did, I meant every word Mikey."

That's all it takes for Mikey to crash his lips to Raph's. The elder must not have expected it, because he goes stiff as a board. But he understands that he won't be experienced with this, that he won't know what to do. So he merely keeps it at a hard press, no open mouths or tongues until he feels him kiss back.

It takes a moment but hesitantly, Raph presses back. Mikey lets their lips stay locked for about a minute before breaking the contact.

"You're sure about this? You don't want to back down? If you don't wanna fuck me then I won't be mad, I'll still go home with you Raphie."

"Mikey." He bumps their foreheads together. "This means a lot to ya. And I know Leo's gunna keep ya in the dog house for a while now. I want ya to be home but I also want ya to be happy too. I probably ain't gunna be as good as the other people ya've been with but I wanna at least try for ya."

His breath hitches. His face warms. His heart melts. Every good feeling to possibly be felt is being felt by Mikey right now. "Raphie." He chokes. "I love you."

"Love ya too. And don't call me that."

This time it's Raph who moves down to initiate the kiss. Mikey returns it happily, unable to stop the happy churr from escaping. The one that Raph uses in response is deep and gravely. It's powerful, and dominant, and the sound of it goes right to his dick. His tail tingles.

Mikey swipes his tongue along the bottom of Raph's lip. He freezes at the feeling of it but opens up for him just as quickly. When his tongue touches the other's he feels a burst of lightning travel through him. Throwing caution to the wind he dives in, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth. For the first time in his entire life, Raph let's Mikey take the lead.

At first he glues his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. Mikey remembers the first time Muffin kissed him and smiles against Raph's lips. Slowly, he coaxes his tongue to come and play with his. It wraps around his perfectly, not too long like Muffin's and not too thick like Ronny's. He presses in harder, gets more aggressive.

But Raph isn't having that. One of his hands fly to the back of his head and suddenly Raph's kissing is more like an attack than a kiss. It makes him dizzy, how quick he was able to learn how to kiss like that. It took Mikey weeks to be able to better his kissing skills. He feels outdone, and he's the one who's been fucking daily for the past year!

Having his competitive nature challenged in such a way makes him spiteful. In the blink of an eye he's on top of Raph, his legs swinging over to straddle him. A thin line of saliva connects them still. His brother pants, his plastron heaving up and down. Mikey doesn't have this problem, he's learned to be able to hold his breath.

"What are you-" He's cut off with a moan. Whatever Raph was expecting, it wasn't for Mikey to grind his hips down on the swollen area slightly above his tail. "Holy mother of fuck." He breaths out. He grip the sides of Mikey's thighs and holds on like his life depends on it. With every downward motion he makes, Raph flexes his hips up to meet him.

"God, I want you to fuck me so badly Raphie. Want you to breed me, bathe me in your cum, make me yours." Mikey churrs as he keeps the slow grind of his hips going. But the burn in his cloaca reminds him that he's still too sore, and although he'd love to discover the boundaries of his addiction to pain he'd rather that not be his first experience with Raph.

Watching Raph throw his head against the pillows makes an idea pop into his head. Neither have dropped down yet, so walking out into the hallway wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

"Raphie, I can show you somethin' that'll make this way better."

Raphael opens his eyes and stares up at Mikey with something akin to devotion. He's seen this look hundreds of times by now. "Anything ya want Mikey." He whispers.

Mikey smiles down at him before climbing out of his lap and getting out of the bed. He helps Raph up and holds his hand as he leads him out of the room. Mikey has never been here during the day time so he's a bit surprised to see that the place is quiet. Looks like his friends are night owls. He's curious as to where Muffin and Ronny are.

This doesn't halt him though, he leads his brother into the bathroom where his stall is. "This," Mikey says when it comes into sight. "Is where I spend most of my nights."

He looks at Raph with sparkles in his eyes as the other turtle examines his paint work. "...Angie, huh?"

Mikey nods his head, immensely proud. "That's me!"

"Okay, but why'd ya interrupt what we was doing to show me this?"

Raph returns Mikey's deadpan expression with one of his own. "What do you fucking think, meathead? Don't you see the hole in the wall?"

Raph's face becomes blank.

And then it becomes redder than his bandana.

"Ya want me to...put my…"

"Broski, I want you to put your dick in that hole while I suck the life out of it from the other side. It's called a Glory Hole and it is so much fun. You'll love it, I swear!" He puts on his best pout, and it works even faster without his mask on.

"Alright, alright, I didn't ever say we wasn't gunna do it."

"Fuck yeah!"

He tugs Raph towards him and gives a quick peck on the lips before dropping his hand and strutting over to the stall.

"Just drop down and stick it through, I'll do all the work."

Raph nods. He shuffles his feet a bit nervously. "Right. Yeah. Okay, I gotcha."

He giggles at his brother's shy behaviour and steps into the stall. He closes the door behind him, locks it, and kneels directly in front of the hole. A moment later and Raph's dick is sliding through it. Mikey wasn't expecting it to be so...long. It almost touches his beak from this position. And it's girthy, too.

His purple is much more redder than the snapping turtles and a lot darker than Mikey's. Where his coloring reminds him of plums, Raph's reminds him a bit of Mulberry. And the pink at the base is deep too, a nice cerise shade. Mikey's never seen a cock that looked so suckable before.

His tip is already leaking precum. Mikey licks his lips before diving in, giving no warning when he grabs it with both hands and begins lapping up what leaked out. He hears Raph hiss on the other side.

Oh, poor dude. Mikey hasn't even really started yet.

Slowly, teasingly, his lapping turns into a circular motion. He uses the top of his tongue, massaging the sensitive tip like it's the tastiest thing he's ever put in his mouth. He swirls it over and over again, and while he does that he moves his hands up and down his shaft slowly.

The stall wall rattles as Raph bangs something against it. His fist, probably. Mikey grins and kisses the tip a couple times before finally engulfing the whole thing in his mouth. It takes the other by surprise.

"Oh my god, Mikey." He whines.

Mikey never thought he'd hear him say his name like that.

He wants him to do it again.

He pulls all the way back, sucking as he goes and circling his tongue lazily on the tip before sinking back down. He doesn't have to do it for long. Mikey almost forgot that Raph's a virgin, and that this is his first blow job.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck Mikey, Mikey I'm gunna cum."

This makes Mikey churr, Raph's dick still buried deep within his throat. That's all it takes for the other to groan low and shoot his load on his baby brother's tongue.

The best thing about Turtles is the prolonged orgasms, Mikey thinks with a sexed up brain. He'd already dropped down, and just the sound of Raph cumming was enough to send him over the edge. But if that hadn't done it then Mikey sitting on the floor literally drinking Raph's cum would've.

He milks him for all he's worth, pumping his dick as he cums until the spurts become weaker and the flow tapers off into nothing. Mikey pulls away finally with a wet pop and stands to his feet. He opens the stall door and finds Raph already standing in front of him. His arms are crossed, but his face is flushed and his knees have a noticeable tremble.

Mikey smirks.

"Didn't I tell you it was gunna be awesome? Y'all never believe me when I say anything."

Raph rolls his eyes.

"Right. Can we hit the road now? We're gonna have a hard time sneaking home in broad daylight and pussyfootin' around ain't doin us any favors."

"Fine, fine. Lemme tell my friends bye, okay? I'll meet you downstairs."

Raph eyeballs him before nodding his head. "Just be quick."

Mikey laughs. It's genuine, and happy. The brightest he's sounded in a while. It's enough to make Raph respond with one of his own.

He's happy he can make Mikey normal again, even if it's only for a little while.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say mom."

For once Raph doesn't get angry at the witty remark.

"Raphie."

"I know, Mikey."

"Do I really have to do this? What if you ran away with me?"

"Um, absolutley fucking not."

"But he's going to hate me."

Raph stops in the middle of the walkway and turns to face Mikey with an aggravated look. "We are literally five minutes away and now ya wanna run back to yer whore house with ya tail tucked under ya legs?"

Mikey nods. "Yes."

"We haven't spent the last two hours walkin these fuckin sewers for ya to just back out last minute. Yer gunna come home and yer gunna stop bein' such a coward about it!" With that he turns around, dramatically might Mikey add, and marches on forward. He sulks behind him, unprepared for the conversations ahead of him.

Before he left Muffin told him that his offer still stands. Mikey wishes he took him up on that offer. However, if there's one thing he doesn't regret is sucking Raphael's amazing dick. He can't wait to get it up his cloaca.

"Didn't even know we could stick things up there." Raph mumbles, his shoulders tense. Mikey blinks. He's really gotta stop speaking his thoughts out loud like that.

"Same here. But I figured if somethin' can come out it can come in, too. And it feels great too, bro. You've gotta try it sometime. Sometimes my friends manage to get both of their cocks inside me."

"Aaand I've heard of enough of that. Jesus, Mike."

He sees the door to the lair and suddenly doesn't feel like talking all that much. Raph doesn't acknowledge that they're home, just opens the door and steps inside. Mikey isn't sure if he appreciates that or not. Still, he walks forwards. For now it's the only thing he can do without breaking down.

He really is a coward, isn't he?

Raph leads him through their home with no interruption. No Leo, no Splinter. But surely they heard the door open?

Maybe they're ignoring him.

Maybe they think the silence will scare them away so they don't have a parasite like him leeching off of everyone.

His skin tingles.

His mouth feels dry.

Unconsciously, his feet begin to carry him to his room until Raph grips his bicep. "And where do ya think yer goin?"

Mikey tilts his head, a confused smile forming. "To my room?"

Raph snorts, "Not until Don gets a look at ya."

"What-" He's unceremoniously dragged into Donnie's lab. Raph ignores his struggles and he supposes that's fair. He's just not ready to face Don yet, either. He doesn't think he'll ever really be prepared for it though.

When Raph opens up Donnie's door the purple banded turtle looks up from one of his notebooks. His face goes from confused to elated to worried all within a matter of seconds. The pen that he held drops down onto the table with a soft thud.

"Mikey!" He exclaims, and stands from his chair to rush over to his previously estranged brother. Raph steps aside and lets Donnie collide into Mikey.

He wheezes, unsure what to do now that he has an armful of turtle. His arms are squeezed too tight for him to hug back. "Hey Donnie, good to see ya."

Abruptly, Donatello pulls back and gives Mikey the most displeased expression he's ever seen in his life. "Are you crazy? Do you know the risk of sleeping with so many people? And what happened to your face? Are you still keeping your shoulder treated? Please tell me you at least knew if your partners were clean or not?"

He hears Raph chuckle, and a door close. How dare Raph abandon him at such a time! There's no loyalty with him, is there? Thoroughly annoyed and bamboozled, Mikey decides on answering at least one question from the tirade that's been thrown at him.

"Clean?"

Donnie's eyes widened. One minute Mikey is standing, the next he's sitting on the infirmary bed as his brother rummages through drawers. "Mikey! How can you agree to have sex with people if you don't if they have diseases or not?"

"...You can get diseases from sex?"

Donnie makes a panicked noise. He closes one of the drawers and pulls out some antibacterial cream and some more gauze. He also pulls out a large bandaid.

"Yes! You absolutely can! Mikey I really wish you would've told me about this before you decided to do this."

Mikey shrugs.

"It was kinda like. A spur of the moment type of deal, you feel me? 'Sides, I feel fine. One hundred percent!"

He glares at him. He applies a general amount of the cream to Mikey's face before gently applying the bandaid. He also rubs it into the healing bite mark and rebandages it carefully. "No itching?"

He shakes his head.

"No burning?"

Mikey pauses before shaking his head a little too quickly. Donnie narrows his eyes.

"Mikey."

"It only burns because I spent the better part of last night fucking! Pinky swear bro."

It seems that he still doesn't believe him because Donnie is prying his legs open and dropping down on his knees. This makes Mikey, who is probably the most sexual person to ever live, blush.

"Donnie, bro, this is incriminating as fuck."

"Like that matters to you. Unfurl your tail."

His mouth drops. He stares down at Donnie. "Are you fixing to-?"

"Suck your dick? No. I wouldn't give you the satisfaction because I am extremely upset with you right now, Michelangelo. But I am checking to see if there's signs of infection. I need to inspect your cloaca before I can do that though, so unfurl."

He's disappointed and relieved at the same time. Without further argument he lets his tail drop down.

Donnie pokes, and prods, and pulls the slit open. Normally it'd feel great, but now it feels uncomfortable. "It's inflamed." He says. The frown is evident in his voice. "Badly. Here, use the antibacterial cream on it. I don't have an STD kit, or any way to test you, so for now we're just going to have to sit tight. I still can't believe you."

Donnie stands up. Mikey crosses his legs and pouts.

"Oh, don't give me that look! You did this all to yourself. There are no such thing as secrets, you know that. Not between us, at least. And I was so worried about you!"

Mikey knows Donnie is about to cry immediately. He sees it in the way his hands shake, and how his posture looks so vulnerable. He sees it in the tremble of his lips, and the way his words begin to crack. But Mikey doesn't know what to do or say to prevent the dam from breaking so he just sits there, watching with a guilty look as Donnie continues to rant.

"...I know." He whispers.

With that, Donnie sobs and bends down to hug Mikey again. Mikey reciprocates it this time. He feels like the scum of the earth for making his brother feel like this. "I love you so much, Mikey. I don't want you to get hurt, so why do you keep doing things that will?"

He traces patterns onto Donnie's shell. He notes that his nails are getting long, and that he'll need to clip them soon or masturbating and fingering is going to be a problem. And then he realizes that even during a situation like this he can't do anything but think about sex.

Why is he like this?

Why can't he be normal?

"I'm sorry for making you feel like this."

"But not sorry for doing it, huh?" Donnie chokes out. Mikey bites his bottom lip.

"...Sorry."

Donnie doesn't respond. Mikey doesn't expect him to.

He knocks on Master Splinter's door an hour later. Donnie lays on the infirmary bed now, exhausted from the sobbing. He must not have gotten much sleep. Probably up worrying about him like Raph was. But now that two of his brothers have been dealt with, It's time to take it to the next level.

Mikey may be able to avoid Leo, but Master Splinter is his father. He's the one person he can't ever ignore.

"Come in, my son."

Mikey does as told. Splinter is seated on top of his bed. In his lap lies a book written in Japanese. His father is not surprised to see him standing at his doorway, and he offers him a smile. Mikey returns it nervously.

"Michelangelo, it is good to see you have returned. Come, sit beside me."

His feet feel like they're full of lead. But he makes his way to his father and sits next to him. The mattress creaks under his weight.

"You, who has an endless flow of words normally, are surprisingly dry. What troubles you my son?"

"You…" He licks his lips and fiddles with his thumbs. If he had his mask he'd definitely be pulling the thread on it. "You aren't mad at me?"

Splinter hums. "This book I am reading, It is called Kokoro. You remember what Kokoro means, yes?"

Mikey's japanese isn't as good as it was when he was little. Splinter began teaching them english, and when Donnie built a TV when they were 8 the japanese language became a rarity in their home. Leo's the only one who really kept up with learning, and Donnie doesn't need to learn anymore because he's already fluent.

Still, Mikey thinks hard about it. "Heart, right?"

Splinter nods his head approvingly. "Yes. The main character, Sensei, is a man who lives in isolation because of his secrets. I wish for you to tell me something, Michelangelo."

"Yes, Sensei?"

"Are your secrets driving you away?" The rat's eyes are imploring. It's like he can see through his very soul. "I assume that's why you and Leonardo got into your fight. It's why you ran away as well, is it not?"

He nods guiltily. Leave it to Master Splinter to know everything without anyone ever telling him. Perhaps the man is a psychic. It wouldn't surprise him if he was. "I didn't mean for it to happen. The argument, I mean. But, to be completely fair, he's the one who stuck his nose where it didn't belong."

Master Splinter quirks his lips. "It is never our intention to hurt people, but it always happens in the end. Leonardo only 'stuck his nose where it didn't belong' because he was worried for you, and because he cares deeply about your wellbeing."

Mikey frowns. "I know that, Sensei. Still…"

"His actions and words hurt you?"

"Yes, Sensei. Very much so."

"Do you not think that you hurt him as well?"

He blinks. Splinter sighs, and closes his book before setting it on his nightstand. "You took off your mask, one of the things that bind you all together. You ran away from him, Michelangelo, when you're supposed to run towards him. Running away from Leonardo harms the both of you."

Mikey groans. Everything his father says makes sense. Still, he's upset with Leo and even more upset with the possibility of Leo hating him. "I suppose you want me to talk it out with him."

Splinter chuckles. "Most definitely."

"Tonight?"

"That would be for the best."

Mikey flexes his fingers. He does need his bandana back. And spending the rest of his life avoiding Leo won't do the family again. Best to rip the bandaid off quickly then slowly peeling it and letting the agony drag on.

"Go, and make amends with your brother." Splinter gently pushes.

"Right. Thank you for your wisdom, Sensei." He stands and gives a bow.

"Oh, before you leave." Master Splinter says before Mikey can get the chance to leave. He turns and gives the man a curious look.

"Do not scare me like that again."

The tone of voice he uses leaves no room for any argument. Mikey swallows and nods his head.

"Sorry for worrying you, dude."

He's really good at that, worrying people. Splinter gives him a firm nod and Mikey takes that as his queue to leave. When the door is closed he presses his shell against it and leans back. He's mentally and physically exhausted and all he wants right now is to get fucked up in the safety of his bedroom.

His eyes trail over to Leo's bedroom.

Put Raph at ease and give him an awesome blow job, check. Let Donnie fuss over him and hold him while he breaks down, check. Listen to Splinter lecture on why he should make up with his brother, check. The only thing blank on his to do list is 'Make amends with Leo'.

Easier said than done.