Fractured

Swap Our Places

Sea green lips clamped down on smooth, orange fabric, helping to muffle spontaneously wanton cries of pleasure and ecstasy. Michelangelo's baby blues, glazed over with euphoria and lust, seemed to look through and beyond Raphael's smoldering pools of amber. The younger turtle's legs wrapped halfway around the rough, mildly jagged surface of his mate's shell, keeping them rooted to each other and helping to increase the friction of Raph's movements. They rocked together at a fast yet intimate pace, a mixture of raw emotions, primal needs, and genuine love stewed together deliciously to fuel the drive of their love making.

One of Raph's large emerald hands clenched into the soft bed sheets of Mikey's bed while the other wrapped around the trickster's weeping member, pumping it in tune with his deep, powerful plunges. As the minutes passed on, Mike's moans became louder despite the assistance of the mask between his teeth, his body wriggling as his release came closer and closer to the brim of euphoria.

"Mikey…" Raph half grunted, half whispered out, craning his head down a little more so that his nose brushed ever so lightly against his mate's. He gazed down into a face twisted with unhindered, uncensored bliss as they both grew closer to release, "Mikey… I… I love ya."

That did it.

The jokester didn't know exactly how that simple phrase became the added ingredient that drove him to his release but by the gods it did it. Maybe it was that soft, considerate, yet husky, tone of voice that many people didn't get to hear Raph use. Perhaps it was the mixture of raw passion and love that burned within his light colored irises. Maybe it was the refreshing air that Mikey felt at hearing his mate say those words during a moment where it mattered most. Who knew, really? Whatever the reason, it worked like a charm.

At hearing those words, blue eyes twinkled and widened before they closed tightly, Mikey's hands fisting tightly into the bed sheets underneath his shell. His whole body tightened and tensed, his back arching with the sudden explosion of pleasure as he came hard in Raph's hands and against his plastron. His inner walls clamped down around Raph's throbbing erection, causing the hot head to groan loudly as he, too, reached his breaking point.

Several seconds passed between the two turtles, their forms trembling and shivering as the effects of the afterglow pulsed through them with each heart beat, each breath, and each innocent brushing of skin. Mikey let out a great sigh, allowing the material of his mask to slip past his teeth and off his lips as Raphael slowly pulled out of him. Raph churred softly, tilting his head in order to place a soft kiss on the underside of his mate's jaw as he comfortable nestled himself in between aquatic green legs. The hot head supported most of his weight on his forearms, his nose buried within the crook of Mikey's neck as he inhaled the other's scent deeply.

Mikey moaned softly, his arms reaching up to wrap loosely around Raph's shoulders. He was panting but he was still able to somehow form words, "S-so good…"

Raph chuckled, lifting his head so that he could press a tender kiss to Mike's lips, "Glad ya enjoyed the ride."

Mikey smiled into the kiss before the other pulled away, "D-dude… where did all that come from? Were you horny all day or something?"

"Nah… I just…," He paused before chuckling, "I actually ain't that sure 'bout where that came from eitha."

Mike laughed lightly, shaking his head against the pillow underneath his head, "And I love you too, block-head."

The hot head glared half-heartedly at the trickster, "Ya wanna go, Mikey? Cause we can do this all night."

The trickster giggled lightly under his breath, "Seriously though. What was that about? You either spiked your beer with viagra at dinner or you have something on your mind. Which is it?"

"What? I can't drill ya into the mattress just 'cause I wanna?"

"You usually don't. It just… happens, you know? Tonight, you just… went all caveman on me."

"Nah, I-"

"Yeah, you did, Raph and you know it," Mike's eye ridged furrow, his hands reaching up to cup the sides of his mate's face, "…What's wrong?"

Raph didn't know how to respond. He knew Mikey would catch onto him eventually… he just didn't think he would do so as quickly as he did. Michelangelo might be childish, gullible, and ditzy at times but when it came to reading what was beneath the surface of a well kept facade, the jokester was a master. How he managed to do it, Raphael still didn't know… but it was one of the things that made him love the other even more.

Raph's gaze dragged away from those big, innocent orbs that looked up at him with a mixture of question and worry. Those warm colored eyes slowly moved down his mates cheek, over the soft surface of his lips, passed his chin and down the elegant column of his neck-

He stopped.

Raphael's eyes shut tightly as his mind was invaded with images of a bruised, battered, and shaken Donatello. More than half of his body was covered with foreign, unnatural marks and pigmentations. The red clad ninja had imagined that it would be bad when Leatherhead and Leo had told him the fragmented story that Donnie had incoherently disclosed to them… but when he saw his little brother, fully, for the first time in two weeks… well, it all became… real. It's on thing to hear about sick, twisted stuff on television shows, in movies, and on the news… but to actually have it happen to you or to someone you cared about was like a swift, painful stab to your sense of reality.

"… Raphie?" Mikey's voice brought Raph back to the present moment. The hot head's eyes remained tightly closed, his breath came out labored, hitching and shuddering with the thoughts and emotions that were simmering deep within his gut and consciousness, "Come on. You can tell me."

"I know I can, Mikey," Raph started, slightly shaking his head before burying his face within the crook of the other's neck and shoulder, "I just don't know how ta say it…"

Mikey's arms wrapped fully around Raph's shoulders, enjoying the comfort and warmth their position created, "Try. You don't have ta keep it PG, you know."

Raph snorted, "I neva do when it comes ta stuff like this."

"Stuff liiike?"

The hot head took a deep, thoughtful, careful breath before he exhales his plight into the other's shoulder, "Mikey… why the fuck did this have ta happen ta Don? Why was he taken in the first place? What was the point of doing all that shit ta him? Was it ta get information outta him? Was it ta break him? Scare him? The shit that those sick little fuckers did ta him- Why… why rape him? What the fuck do they have to gain from doing that ta him?"

Mikey's eye ridges furrows, his lips turning down into a slightly frown as he heard his mate's voice crack ever so slight, "Raph…"

"I mean, we've been interrogated before. Torture ain't anything new ta us… but being beaten and raped every fuckin' day? For… for fourteen fuckin' days? Who the fuck does that? And ta a mutant?"

Raph pulled his head back quickly, causing Mikey to blink slightly with bewilderment when he found himself staring up into burning amber once again. The trickster felt his breath hitch, the intensity of his mate's stare made him feel transparent and pleasantly trapped. Raph continued, "And ya know what pisses me off the most?"

"… W-What?"

He didn't miss a beat, "It could've been either one of us. It coulda been Leo, me, Master Splinter… you. I already want ta hunt down those twisted sons of bitches and gut them like the animals they are… but if it had been you… If you were the one that had gone missing, if you were the one to come back, unconscious and half-dead, if it had been you, Mikey… I… I don't know what the hell I would do. I think… I think I would go crazy. I'd go homicidal on their asses. I know I would…"

Mikey shook his head, lifting his upper body so that his nose and forehead pressed against Raph's, their lips hovering only a hair width apart, "But it wasn't me, Raph. I'm here."

Raph swallowed loadly, breathing out a shaky breath as he continued, "I-I know… but if this is how I would feel if it had been you… then what the hell is Fearless feelin' right now?"

… That truly was a scary thought, Michelangelo had to admit. The turtle leader had always been a balanced individual. He never stepped out of line and he never let his emotions get the better of him. The only time Leonardo had ever stepped out of his personality- ever- was when… well… when Donatello was officially declared as missing. Whenever there was any leads, no matter how tiny or insignificant it was, Leo was there, going over it with a fine toothed comb. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He was hardly, if ever, calm and his training regimens became harsh and borderline unbearable. The turtle leader had gotten so bad that Master Splinter had to take Leo into his meditation room for a three-hour intervention. Now that Don was back though, Leo's burning intensity had been dimmed… but everyone knew that it was only temporary. Everyone knew that Leo would not truly be himself again until he tracked down the people who were responsible for Don's torment and made them suffer through a slow, painful death.

Mikey gulped, licking his lower lip nervously, "I… I don't know…"

After a moment, Raph closed the distance between their lips, giving his mate a brief but passionate kiss before pulling away. He sighed, frowning slightly, "Yeah… me either…"

A/N: The inspiration for this came from the song "Running Up That Hill" by Placebo. The title came from the lyrics too so please listen to and see where I was coming from when I was writing this chapter. I'm sorry for the shortness but I really wanted to get this out. It was going to be longer but I didn't want you guys to have to wait for this update. A midterm is coming up for one of my classes so I wouldn't have been able to post anything for a good week or so.

This isn't my favorite chapter- I will say this right off the bat- but I believe it was necessary. I felt it was tedious but I think all good works need at least a little bit of tediousness every once in a while, no?

Next chapter, there will be some much needed Leo x Don fluff, as well as some insight on what happened to Don while he was MIA. I hope these plans don't change since my inspiration and muse is fickle at times *sweat drop*

I am sorry for the long wait but school is thoroughly kicking my ass XD;;

Talk to you guys later and I hope you're all doing well~