They Stumbles Toward Ecstasy
Part 2 of Chapter 2:
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He hurried after him, trailing behind him like a puppy. Michelangelo stopped in the doorway of his brother's room, hesitating only a moment before he made his decision.
It wasn't like it was a profound moment, and it wasn't a shock either that he knew what he wanted to do, but the moment he stepped through the threshold and closed the door behind him, Michelangelo knew he was committed and prepared. "Raph..."
Raphael choked, growling his way through his emotions. He turned suddenly and threw his helmet and a resounding crack shot through the room and they watched the helmet roll across the floor before settling on its side where they both could stare at the wide and jagged crack now within the view glass.
Mikey hesitated, staring first at the helmet and then back to Raphael. His stomach twisted and his hands curled into fists. He stepped forward then, unwilling to back down now that he was so ready, so close. He reached for him, taking his arm and moving in front of him. "Raph-"
“I don't get it. I just don't understand why..." Raphael stopped and backed away, trying to pull his arm from Mike's grasp.
"I... I want to help you." Mikey whispered, staring up at him beseechingly.
He shook his head and tried again to pull away but Mike refused to let go. "Stop it Mikey, I don't think you can really help me figure out why Donnie doesn't love..." He stopped and looked away, swallowing hard.
"He's an idiot. He shouldn't be taking you for granted. I mean, he's got you!" Michelangelo shouted, reaching for his other arm and drawing in close to him. "He's got you..." He trailed off, his brow knitting together and his fingers curling tighter against Raphael's suit.
Raph continued to stare at nothing in particular, his eyes staring inwardly and wishing for an answer.
He looked so lost, begging for the reason why his love wasn't returned, and Mikey reached for him, wrapping his arms about his brother and leaning into him, his lips brushing across his and his eyes closing to block the pain. "He's an idiot. He doesn't deserve you if he can't love you." Trembling and keeping his grip tight, Mikey fought against Raphael pulling away and he pressed his brow to his temple. "...I love you..." he whispered.
Raphael jerked backwards slightly and barked out a laugh, a laugh that was mocking and filled with disbelief
"Of course you do! I fall in love with the brother who doesn't when right next door the one who does has always been waiting." he shook his head scowling down at him, "Don't fuck around with me Mike." he turned his back and folded his arms, staring down at the ground.
"I'm not!" Mike choked, feeling so close to tears but fighting them back. "I'm serious! You're... you're awesome." He looked down, thumbing a hand against his thigh. "I wouldn't joke about this."
Raphael didn't respond, it was one thing to not believe him but another entirely to call him a liar. Michelangelo's arms slid about his body, his mouth pressing against his neck and Raph winced but he collapsed internally. It was so nice feeling someone's arms around him who admitted to truly caring for him.
"I... love you Raph." Mike whispered, placing a hand upon his chest. "I know you care for Don, but... I can love you right now. I'm here for you right now; don't push this away because he's not giving you what you need." He kissed his cheek and Raphael went limp in his arms, tears finally cascading from his eyes.
He tasted like salt, like sweat and musk, he smelt of the wind and like gun smoke. Raphael was amazing and Mikey clung to him, shaking in fear. "I love you so much..." he choked.
Raphael shook his head, pulling away but he was easily turned, staring down at Mike, practically begging him for help, "Mikey-" he stopped due to the finger pressing to his lips that was quickly replaced by a kiss.
It was hard and demanding, hopeful and fearful all at once. Mikey sniffled, gripping at his neck.
The faintest of kisses pressed back to his lips and Mike choked, trembling in joy. Another kiss, this time initiated by Raphael and Michelangelo fell into his arms, wrapping around him and pressing in close. He felt Raph's hand trail down his shell, so slow and hesitant and it was suddenly extremely unfair that he was already practically naked while Raphael was dressed. He pulled at the leather, unzipping and shoving the garment away. On any given day he loved the way he looked in it - he still had pictures of Nightwatcher news clippings from back in the day - but not now, it was just in the way.
Before Raphael really comprehended what had happened, he was stripped of his suit and pressed against the wall, Mikey's hands doing wonderful things to him between his legs. His head thumped back against the wall and his kisses attacked his neck and collar bones, and then down his plastron till he felt warm lips wrap possessively around his growing erection and he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and trembling.
Gripping at the brick and losing his self within the feel of that normally annoyingly waggling tongue shooting off useless words, it was suddenly curling and twisting about him in ways that brought tension to his belly instantly and he shouted for him to stop.
Mikey pulled back, kissing the tip one last time and gazing up at his brother, shivering in delight at the dazed and lust filled look of the older of the two. He took Raphael's hand and pulled him down towards him. Raph obeyed and was soon atop him, between Mikey's legs and a finger thrusting in and out of his body, preparing him with the lube he had gotten use to keeping with him because of Donnie.
Donatello fluttered constantly through his mind and his face twisted up in pain - what was he doing? He pulled back, shaking his head, pressing his hands against Mikey’s knees as he forced himself away. He couldn't do this... but a moan and a faint kiss against his cheek stabbed through his heart and he trembled. Arms wrapped around him, legs spread all the wider for him before they wrapped around him and pulled him close - so very, very close, and a whispered 'I love you' in his ear and he found himself buried inside Michelangelo. He forgot his troubles in favor of the heat and warmth surrounding him, gripping at him, suffocating him in pleasure as he thrust in and out, and moving faster, moaning against his partner's neck.
He felt thighs gripping tight at his sides, he felt hands clawing at his shell and across his shoulders, he felt the warmth against his belly as he rubbed against his partner's erection, but the most powerful stimulant was the breathless words of 'love' against his skin and with a final thrust he released, crying out against Michelangelo's neck and thrusting several more times as the tension within his belly finally disappeared and his muscles relaxed. He felt Mikey wiggle under him reaching a hand between them and he raised himself up, staring down and watched Mike’s hand jerk and rub himself, and in fascination he watched his release, his seed splattering across the both of them with a small cry escaping Michelangelo’s lips.
He sat up shakily, his body feeling weak and yet alive all at once. He looked to the mess upon his plastron and his fingers slid through the creamy clear seed as though seeing such a concoction for the first time. Michelangelo's hand lifted gripping at his arm and tugging at him slightly, a dreamy look upon his face with bruised lips and deep breaths, and Raphael could only stare. He was in shock, or at least in the process of realizing what had just happened. His thoughts were jumbled, his lips parted and awed, and he lifted his eyes to stare down at his brother and at the strangely beautiful sight of knowing that it was love in his eyes that he was staring into.
The door opened suddenly and Raphael turned slowly, looking towards the door and his heart stopped beating. His mind shut down as he stared back at Donatello while Donnie took in the sight before him. Mikey shifted under him and he felt his leg rub across his and he jumped, pulling back from his youngest brother and looking down at him then back to Don as he sat back on his heels, his hand still hovering with the seed upon his belly. His cock finally slid free from Mikey's body and retreating.
"Donnie..." Mike whispered, sitting up on his elbows.
Donatello's face contorted painfully, twisting into pure agony and heartache. His lower lip trembled, his hand fell from the doorway and tears gathered in his eyes as his head bowed. There was a silence, a quiver in the air that threatened to shatter with whoever spoke first - but it wasn’t words that made the world crack and everything fall into an oblique tunnel that narrowed to despair. Donnie shook his head and waved his hand while his other pressed firmly to his belly as though he was doubling over in sickness. "Not you too..." He choked out past a sob. And the world broke, falling around him. He turned then, leaving them where he found them.
It took a moment for his mind to jump start, but the moment he felt himself awaken from the nightmare he scrambling at the floor, jerking away from Mikey and rushing out of the room, "Donnie? Don!" He shouted and burst into the hallway, searching for Donatello before he rushed after him blindly.
Michelangelo laid there a moment, his eyes staring after Raphael and he trembled, realizing what just happened and what was happening right now as he was abandoned. He rubbed at blue eyes and sat up slowly; wincing as his sore bottom ached and he choked on a laugh before he curled into himself and cried.
Down below in the kitchen, staring into a cup of tea and listening to it all in silence, Leonardo blinked his glazed eyes several times. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and hid his face within his hand, falling into himself and joining the troubled souls already occupying their home.
Nothing would ever be easy.
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Chapter Three is now up --->
g33kg1rl.livejournal.com/23481.html Author's Note: O_O Yes, I'm so mean to them - and thus begins the angsty stuffs.
When I wrote this, it was as a birthday gift for a friend - she likes Raph/Mike the most; and so I was trying to do something different - but like I said in the first chapter; it took on a life of its own and it didn't become Raph/Mike; it became Raph/Don but with a painful twist.
... so yeah... sadness... but I hope you're all still intrigued... XD
and the reason why I had Raphael do this in the first place wasn't just for a story twist... I was thinking to imagine it myself - loving someone SO MUCH that it was like pouring lemon juice over the wound every time they didn't return the sentiment. It would be like stabbing yourself in the arm daily; eventually the pain is just too much and he wanted to feel what it would be like to have it returned - and Mikey was more than willing, more than vocal about his feelings (and also a bit manipulative; Sorry, but it's true, i think Mike would manipulate to get something he wanted). For Raph... it was just a taste - but the whole point was that he was imagining that this was with Don - but also they were upset XD people do STUPID THINGS WHEN THEY ARE UPSET! I've seen it time and time again from my sister alone. Things that people would never do - if pushed far enough emotionally, they'll do anything.
so yeah, that's what I was aiming for - that Raphael had finally been pushed so far that he couldn't think straight till it was over. He's got a temper so that tells me he feels things so strongly that a lot of times it comes out as frustration - so his love for Don would be just as strong and overpowering and also - to not have that love returned, it would be soul shattering to him and even blind him.
XD so I hope you liked! hopefully I'll update in a few days ;)
~Melissa the Damgel