The dull throb of a headache is what wakes him up a few hours after he'd fallen asleep. It's a sign that he'd gone overboard with taking four pills instead of three like he normally does. It's so bad that he feels the back of his eyeballs tingle, and he can't stop the groan that escapes him as he nuzzles into the comforting present next to him.

Sometime during the night, they'd sleepily shifted into a better position on the bed. They both ended up on their side, clinging tightly together. Raph was a cuddler when they were kids so it comes to no surprise that he's the same way as a teenager. Old habits die hard. Thankfully, this is a habit he can live with.

If only he could have his other brothers, too. And the community. And drugs. All at once, maybe. That's the dream life right there.

"...Mikey?" Raph mumbles, stirring awake from the fidgeting Mikey's headache induced.

"Sorry bro, didn't mean to wake you. Just have a bad headache, is all."

Raph grunts in annoyance, but despite that a warm weight settles upon his cheek. It's Raph's hand, he realizes with a stutter in his heartbeat. The other's thumb draws soothing circles into his temple. Slowly, his headache ebbs away and he churrs. Klunk, somewhere in his room, meows softly in response to the noise. It makes him giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Klunk bein' Klunk. Careful, I think I might love him more than you."

Raph huffs and stills his hand. Mikey's upset with the loss of the movement, but he's still content to have skin on skin contact with Raph. "Even after he took a dump on yer bed?"

"That was only because I accidentally locked him out of the laundry room. His litter box is in there, where else was he supposed to shit? Your hammack?"

He sees Raph scrunch his nose in the dark. "He better be fuckin' glad he didn't. We woulda had kitty stew for dinner."

Mikey shoves playfully at Raph's chest. "And then the next night I would've fed the family turtle soup. They'd ask where you were, and I'd say closer than you'd think."

This draws a nice, low chuckle out of Raph. The turtle pulls him in closer and tucks his head under his chin. "That's sadistic."

"Correction, it's vengeance. Klunk's my first born son dude."

He breathes in Raph's scent. He smells like sweat and sex, which truth be told isn't the best smell to have but he kind of likes it. He probably doesn't smell any better, and he's the one with dried jizz crusted onto his plastron. Usually, he'd take a shower, but he had been so tired that the thought hadn't even occurred to him.

Plus, Raph's going to want to clean his cloaca out before morning training.

"Ya and that damn cat." he murmurs with no heat.

Mikey snorts in amusement. "Jealousy's a nasty thing Raphie."

"Mm."

They cuddle in silence for a couple more minutes, and Mikey figures that Raph is complacent enough to answer a few questions. "Hey, Raphie?"

"Hm?"

"...Why weren't you mad when Leo told you about what I do at night?"

He'd always thought Raph would be the explosive one. He was one hundred percent sure Raph would blow up, but instead he offered himself up in exchange for getting him to come home. And even when Mikey said he didn't have to, he did. He even went as far as coming to him first and asking him to do things.

"...I don't know." Raph answers truthfully. "I was too worried about ya to get mad, I guess. Maybe if ya hadn't bailed on us like that I would've been more angry. But it's yer body, and I can't tell ya not to sleep around 'cause it's none of my business. 'Sides, as long as yer stayin' safe I really don't see the big deal."

He didn't expect that answer. But then again, Raph's always been a lot more softer and calmer on the inside than he lets on. Anger is his coping mechanism. And Mikey gets it, he really does. Raph's angry because life went and made him a freak, and he has to hide away because of it. He doesn't need to say it for Mikey to know; the frequencies in his topside visits say it all.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that bro."

"Anything for you, Mike."

"...Do you stay safe? Sometimes you come home smelling like cheap booze."

Raph cracks an eye open, looking unamused. "Starting to sound like Leo there, buddy."

Mikey grins sheepishly. "Sorry. I just want you to be safe, too."

His look softens, no longer defensive. "I don't drink a lot, promise. A lot of the times I just need somethin' to take away my anger. Booze does the trick for me."

Mikey understands. More than Raph could possibly imagine. "You can always come to me when you want something to take off the edge." He says in a seductive manner.

Raph sucks his teeth. "Yer an animal. I'm starting to feel sore from a couple hours ago, no way am I goin' again tonight."

Mikey laughs. "Then can we at least take a shower? I don't want to go to training covered in dry cum."

"Mm...five more minutes?"

"From personal experience, you probably don't wanna be training with jizz leaking outta your hole."

"...Fine."

With a great amount of effort, they seperate. Already, he misses the warmth that Raph emits. It's like a new drug. Mikey reckons that all the anger Raph has pent up inside him turns into body heat, or something. Even on the walk to the bathroom, he sticks as close to Raph as he possibly can.

As Raph is turning the knobs to make the temperature just right, Mikey takes a moment to simply ogle. He's eye candy, and buff, and he knows for a fact that he could bench press all their weight combined with no problem. Mikey's seen it before. Maybe Raph will man handle him later, throw him on the bed and simply take.

Something tells him Raph is a little too soft for that, though, and it's as disappointing as it is enduring.

"Ya going to keep standing there or what?" Raph asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. He's already taken off his mask and stepped into the stall. This makes him laugh, and he follows him in and closes the curtain behind him.

"I'm assuming you've never cleaned cum out of your cloaca before?"

Raph blushes. "I'm really going to bap ya. Ya already know the answer to that."

"Well, then, allow me to help."

Without further ado, he sinks down onto his knees.

"Hand me the shower head, please."

Once it's in his hand, he quickly gets to work by setting the head onto its calmest setting and pulling back Raph's slit. The other shifts on his feet, and Mikey knows that the direct blast into his hole is uncomfortable when the inside is raw. He wishes he could make the experience fun for him, turn into something exciting and sexy, but for the most part clean up is anything but that. Lucky for Raph, he doesn't have to do it alone.

Pampering is, after all, one of his guilty pleasures. He loves it when Muffin lets him clip his nails, or brush his fur. There's just something so uniquely intimate about it, and he craves that feeling of closeness.

"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" He asks while he reaches up for a washcloth.

"...Nah."

He lathers soap onto the rag before beginning to rub it onto Raph's thighs, where there's layers of dried spit. He certainly was a bit more messy than usual. Tasting of Raph was something he'd always wanted to do, though, and he got carried away. Mikey's not afraid to admit his faults, although the saying 'i'm only human' can't really be applied to a turtle.

"So you had fun? Felt good?"

"I'm not answering that." Raph says.

That's a good thing, because if he's being defensive then he definitely enjoyed it. Mikey stands and rubs his plastron down before tossing the used washcloth somewhere onto the tub floor. He leans, and Raph gets the cue rather quickly because their lips are connecting halfway. He's starting to think Raph likes this a lot more than he lets on.

Mikey swipes his tongue on Raph's bottom lip and the other opens his mouth, but instead of being submissive or inquisitive with his approach, he dominates. Their tongues swirl in an erotic manner. Mikey feels dizzy by it, and the heat the Raph set the water on seems to electrify his skin and their touches even more.

He doesn't know how long they kiss, but right when Raph's hand slides down to touch his hip the curtains are slammed open. They both jump and their heads knock together painfully because of it.

"Serves you right." Donnie says. "You're supposed to be ninja. Be more aware of your surroundings."

Raph scowls and makes no move to let go of Mikey's hips. They're still pressed close together, their plastrons practically glued. "We was kinda in the middle of somethin', Don."

"I see that."

Mikey giggles but the glare Donnie sends him sobers his face up rather quickly. "Sorry dude, I guess we got carried away."

"Right. Well, training is in thirty minutes and i'd like to get a shower before then."

Feeling a little more than guilty for being caught red handed and hogging the shower, they both unlatch from each other and step out of the tub. They grab two towels and make a quick retreat, an annoyed Don thumping his foot on the ground impatiently the entire time. Donatello is hard to irritate, but when it does happen he's almost as bossy and blunt as Leonardo.

"I can't believe we caught." Mikey says when they're in the safety of Mikey's bedroom.

"Ya have the worst of luck, Mike."

He can't help but agree with that.

Luckily for Raph, master Splinter had wanted the four of them to meditate together. Probably in hopes of spiritually connecting them, or whatever. He did look noticeably pleased when Mikey chose to sit next to Leonardo. Leo looked happy about it too. He wishes there was some way he could make up for hurting his brother so badly.

Even though there were apologies and promises made yesterday, and despite the fact that they got along for the rest of the day like they normally would, something still felt incredibly off. This is what he chose to meditate on when Splinter told them to get into the Lotus pose. He had much to dwell on, after all, yet after a while of drawing a blank on what to do he gave up and moved onto a different subject.

His relationship with Raph was the best it has ever been. He felt emotionally and physically bonded with his older brother in a way he would've never thought possible. It was like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. But there were still two other pieces missing from his set, that being Leo and Donnie. He'd already give up on thinking about Leo for now, so he thought about his relationship with the resident genius.

It was never bad, per se. And whenever Mikey wanted to pull a goofy prank Donnie sometimes helped him out. When he teased Raph, he'd jump in too. So he wouldn't say their relationship was bad. Just...distant. Especially lately. And there was no denying the fact that he'd accidentally hurt Don with his actions, too.

He recalls how he looked when Mikey walked into his lab yesterday. Distraught, worried. Horrified, disappointed. Relieved, too. All that wrapped up into one. Donnie deserves better than that.

When the session was called to an end Mikey still felt dissatisfied with his progress in planning his next step. He's getting ready to leave the dojo, a frown evident on his face, when Donnie stops him in his tracks.

"I need you to come to the lab with me."

Mikey tilts his head. "What for?"

He glances at master Splinter, who's still in earshot, before shrugging. "Just a general check up, that's all."

"...Okay?"

He follows Don out of the dojo and into the lab, confused as can be. As soon as the doors close, Donnie turns to him and jerks to the medical cot. "Sit down, I'm fixing to draw some blood."

Mikey blinks, but sits down as obedient as can be. "Why?"

"To test you, of course."

"Test me? For what?"

"...Mikey, I know you're not dumb."

He's being as serious as can be, until he remembers the conversation that took place. Something about diseases that can be transmitted while having sex. It didn't really bother him, because if he has it then so does everyone else in that place. And diseases can be cured, right? He doesn't see why it's such a big deal.

"Ooh." He says, unsure of how to reply now that he knows what's going on. When Donatello makes no move to speak any further, he decides to keep his mouth shut and watch. He's already in a bad mood, pissing him off even further is like asking for death. Mikey may be fucked up, but he's certainly not suicidal.

At least, he thinks he's not.

Donnie pulls out a syringe and some alcohol wipes from one of his numerous drawers. Where does he even get this stuff?

"I thought you didn't have the stuff to test with?"

"I didn't."

Mikey waits for him to elaborate but he doesn't. Could it be possible that Donnie has a few secrets himself? If Leo knew he made trips topside alone Mikey thinks their poor leader might have an aneurysm. Donnie had always seemed like the innocent one, the law abiding submissive brother that Leo adores.

Twist after twist after twist. It makes his head spin.

"So...what are you doin' bro?"

"Collecting a blood sample."

Mikey nods like he gets it even though he doesn't. The smell of disinfectant alcohol makes his snout crinkle, the aroma entirely unpleasant. He tries to ignore it as Donnie rubs down his wrist. Mikey feels uneasy about this whole ordeal, and for some reason paranoia is starting to creep up on him. He ignores this sensation and stares at the wall when the other wraps cloth tightly around a part of his forearm.

He feels the needle jab into his skin and is momentarily stunned. Memories he had forgotten about swarm to him and he vividly recalls one particular mutant nobody liked. He doesn't even remember her name, but she was a wolf mutant. She was loud, and crass, and rude to anybody she wasn't trying to have sex with.

Oh, and of course, she was a heroin addict.

She wasn't the only one who's drug of choice was heroin, but she was the only one that glorified it to such an extent. Mikey had finally caved after a long session of oral sex and let the wolf introduce him to it. To put it lightly, the experience was terrible. His skin felt itchy from the inside out, and no matter how hard he tried to make the itch go away it just wouldn't.

He had felt like it was eating him alive.

"Have you had sex with him?" Mikey blinks violently, startled out of his reminiscing. Donnie is still working on drawing his blood, his chocolate eyes focused entirely on watching the syringe.

"I've had sex with a lot of hims." Mikey responds jokingly, even though he has a feeling about who Donatello was referring to.

"Mike."

"Sorry...yeah, I did."

"Even after I told you about the potential diseases, Mikey?" He hisses. Not once does he look up at him. Mikey knows that this is a very, very bad sign. However, he registers the fact that he's not mad about who he chose to sleep with.

"You're not more upset about the fact that I fucked our brother?"

The needle moves out of his arm and Donatello puts a bandage over the punctured area. Even when angered he's still a caretaker. "No. Incest isn't the issue here, it's you potentially and recklessly spreading disease. What if you gave something to Raph?"

Mikey shrugs. "I don't know. To be honest, I'm pretty sure turtles aren't prone to sex diseases. Aren't we animals? Animals are like, really freaky dude."

"Animals can get STDs, Mikey!" Donnie snaps, obviously close to being pushed over the edge. He sets the syringe down onto his desk before turning aggressively and shooting Mikey the nastiest glare he's ever received in his life. If Mikey could hide in his shell like a normal turtle he totally would.

"Okay, but could they even give them to other species? You're looking way too deep into this bro."

Suddenly Donnie looks more tired than angry. "I don't know. That's why I have to test you, to be sure. These kinds of diseases can kill you. Why aren't you more concerned about that? About the possibility of giving it to Raph?"

He knows that he should care more about this but truthfully he's just…not. If disease was going to kill him by now then it would've. He gets the feeling that his brother is overreacting, and Mikey doesn't want to seem unappreciative of the concern but it's starting to annoy him a little bit. His brother is acting like he's getting cancer and not some weird sex disease stuff.

"Sorry dude." He says lamely. He doesn't want to lie, he's been doing enough of that lately, so he opts on not answering the question.

Donnie turns away from him so Mikey can't see his facial expressions. "I'm going to have to educate you more on the dangers of what you've been doing but for now you can leave."

He's aware that it'd be best to leave without another word, but something weighs heavily on his mind. Earlier in their conversation, Donnie had said incest wasn't the issue. Maybe he's reading it wrong but something tells him he isn't.

"Before I go I have something to ask."

"What is it?" He sounds exasperated but Mikey just has to know.

"Me and Raph...you don't see the big deal?"

"We're not related by blood and even if we were, we aren't human. So no. The big deal is you being reckless."

"So that means you approve, right?"

"Not until your tests come back negative. You're lucky I'm not going to lecture Raph until afterwards, by the way."

That's all it takes for a seed to be planted deep within Mikey's perverse mind. He grins. "Good to know."

Donatello doesn't say anything else as Mikey leaves his lab.

One negative about taking part in copious amounts of sex is that masterbation isn't anywhere near as fun as it used to be. Now that the burn and swell in his cloaca has gone away, Mikey had decided to partake in self gratification only to realize that nothing made him feel even remotely satisfied. Not his fingers, not a bunch of markers tied together, and not even his nunchucks could properly fuck his insides.

It's like his cloaca is broken. It was never like this, before. And he can't take anything because sometimes drugs kill his mood and that is the last thing he wants. Mikey isn't used to sexual frustration, it's like a constant edging session that won't fucking end. With an aggravated grunt, he tosses his nunchucks to the other side of the room and flops down onto his bed.

Maybe it's his fantasy. Usually he doesn't think about just one thing as he's going at it. Hundreds of mini images sort of just flash through his head in the heat of pleasure and that does the trick. Perhaps if he set his mind on one thing? Well, it's certainly worth a shot. If he doesn't cum he's going to give up and drag Raph out of the dojo so he can have his way with him.

Mikey lets his mind travel, and the obvious choice on what to fantasize about is Raph plowing him. He hasn't taken the other inside him yet, so this imagery is something new and exciting. He imagines how powerful Raph's thrusts would be, and how deep he would go with his large dick. And the position would be animalistic, Mikey on his plastron with his knees angling his ass up so that Raph can savagely fuck him into the matress.

Doggy style isn't his favorite but he's positive Raph can make it as amazing as possible. He'd bend over his carapace and whisper into his ear filthy things as he thrusts over and over again. Bite his neck, too. Mark him up. Make Mikey his bitch.

This seems to do the trick for now, because his fingers finally manage to stroke just right. He churrs and rocks his hips down onto his hand. His dick strains, now fully erect after flagging for a while.

Finally, he thinks with a touch of delirium.

A change occurs, and in his fantasy something presses up against his lips. It's not another mouth. Dream Mikey looks up and meets a warm, brown gaze. It's Donatello, he realizes after a beat. He's got his hand on his dick, and he's pressing it to Mikey's mouth while Raph is busy wrecking him.

Too much is happening at once. He doesn't know what to focus on. His fingers move faster and he moves another hand to pump his cock at a feverish pace.

In his fantasy Donnie slides into his mouth in one fluid motion. He's entangled his hands into the tails of Mikey's mask making him crane his head up for a better angle. He wishes he could taste it, he wishes he could feel the weight of him in his tongue and the burn of him at the back of his throat.

In real life, the bed dipping down makes him snap his eyes open. Just like that, the fantasy is gone and Mikey cries out in frustration. Raph is leaning over him, a smirk plastered on his face. Mikey either wants to punch it off his face or fuck it off his face.

"Gettin' started without me?" He asks in a husky, turned on voice.

"You were in the dojo." Mikey pants. His fingers are still inside him, but his other hand has moved to cup Raph's cheek. "How long have you been here?"

Raph leans into the touch. "Long enough to get a good show, that's for damn sure. Ya went at it so hard and didn't even get to cum. Now ain't that a shame?"

Mikey scowls. "Dude that was totally your fault! I was so close! You have to make it up to me." He pulls his fingers out with a wet pop which causes Raph to shudder.

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"You gotta fuck me bro. And you don't get to cum until I do since you wanted to rudely interrupt me."

Raph hums, and moves so he's in between Mikey's spread legs. From the new position he can feel the heat coming off Raph in waves. This is what he misses when he masturbates, he realizes. The warmth of another person. Nothing can compare to it.

"Is that a challenge?" The other asks. He pulls completely away from Mikey and sits back on his haunches. Mikey can see his dick now, standing tall and sagging slightly with the weight of it. His legs spread even wider.

Raph gives it a lazy stroke. It makes Mikey's mouth water.

"Yes."

Not even a second later and he's being pressed into. Raph shakes and sucks in a long breath. "Oh my god, how are ya so tight Mike? Ya feel so good baby bro."

Mikey whines. "Keep going," he urges. "Fuck me, fuck me, fu- yes!" His eyes roll when Raph pulls back and shoves forward. His dick is completely buried inside him after that and both have to take a moment to simply breathe. Mikey wonders if this is what it's like to reach nirvana.

He'll be honest, Raph's technique isn't the best. The roll of his hips is sloppy, and erratic, and almost painfully virgin. But for some reason he thinks that makes everything so much better. What he lacks in talent he makes up for with sheer enthusiasm. It's riveting, being fucked by Raphael.

He remembers his fantasy and wonders what it'd be like to be trapped between the passionate Raph and the humble Donnie. Is that something he could bring up? Would Raph take it well? Surely he knows that Mikey could never be exclusively his. One particularly pleasurable thrust and all thoughts are swept away.

In the end, neither of them last very long. They lay panting side by side, Raph having collapsed next to him after cumming. "Yer the best, ya know that?"

Mikey grins.

"Obviously."