From Pain To Pleasure | By : srmatlock Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Donatello was busy in his lab setting up a new program on his computer when Leo burst in, out of breath and with a frantic look in his eyes.
“Donnie, come quick, Mikey’s in trouble.”
Donnie jumped up, sending his chair clattering to the floor. He rushed after Leo, heading into Michaelangelo’s room. Mikey was on his bed, moaning and thrashing around. Donnie immediately went down on his knees beside the bed, placing a hand on his forehead, checking for a fever.
“Leo, what’s going on? How long has he been like this?” Donnie asked, glancing quickly back to where Leo stood right inside the door.
“I don’t know. Raph and I were on the couch when we heard him moaning. He said he was going to be coming in here to read his comics about an hour ago.”
Donnie checked his pulse next, noting that so far, everything seemed to be normal with him, except for that god-awful noise he was making. “Mikey, can you hear me?” he asked him gently.
“Donnie, it hurts.”
Donnie breathed a sigh of relief; at least he was coherent. “Mikey, talk to me, what exactly hurts?” he asked while quickly looking him over for signs of wounds, bruising, or swelling.
“No,” Mikey responded vehemently, turning over and presenting his shell to Donnie and Leo, “hurts, go away.”
“What the hell’s wrong with the little faker this time?” Raph asked from the doorway.
Donnie sighed and looked to Leo for support. Leo nodded and pushed Raphael back out the door, leaving also, shutting it behind them.
“Mikey,” Don started, noticing that he tensed when he realized someone was still in the room, “it’s just me now. You have to tell me what hurts. I can’t fix it unless I know where it hurts.”
“You won’t be able to fix it anyway,” Mikey grumbled into the bed sheets.
Donatello sat back on his haunches, his patience being sorely tested. Mikey, however, wouldn’t budge, the only noises coming from him were increasingly louder groans of pain.
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Leo paced outside the bedroom door, worry etched across his face.
“We outta just leave ‘im alone,” Raph muttered from the couch, “Splinter’ll take care of it with one of his teas when he gets back.”
Leo stopped pacing to glare at Raph, “Splinter won’t be back until tomorrow night. You want Mikey to suffer for two days?”
Raphael sheepishly looked down at the floor, “no, I forgot he wasn’t coming back until then.”
Leonardo resumed pacing and cringed at the noises coming from the bedroom. In all their years, he’d never seen his little brother in such a condition. Even after battle, he took the cuts and bruises in stride, making light of his own injuries so he could help everyone else. This, whatever it was, seemed to be tearing him apart. Leo felt helpless waiting on Donnie’s diagnosis. He’d give anything to be able to trade places with Mikey. He’d willingly take whatever pain he felt. When Splinter left yesterday, he told him to take care of them. “Fine job I’m doing so far,” Leo muttered to himself.
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Donnie grasped Mikey by the shoulders, forcing him to turn around. When Mikey resisted, Donnie got on the bed and straddled his thighs, placing his hands on his shoulders. He was determined to get his attention. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”
Mikey struggled for a moment before finally glaring up at him, “Fine,” he spat out, “It’s swollen and it hurts and I can't get it to go back down. There, I’ve told you, now leave me alone.”
Donnie blinked in puzzlement, “What ‘it’ are you talking about?”
Mikey rolled his eyes, “you know, that thing between my legs.”
Donnie’s head reeled in astonishment as comprehension dawned, “What do you mean, it won’t go back down? Can’t you just, uh, play with it until, ummm…” he trailed off as he felt his face heat up with embarrassment.
“Tried that already. Been trying. I can’t finish it for some reason,” Mikey mumbled, his face turning red as well.
Donnie let go of him and stood up beside the bed. Mikey rolled back over into the fetal position, clutching his hands over his lower abdomen. Donnie watched him silently, debating on what to tell Leo and Raph. He left the room and motioned for them to follow him away from the living room.
They entered the dojo and he blurted out, “He can’t jack off.”
“What?” two voices exclaimed in response.
He sighed and turned away, “you heard me, he’s hard and it’s hurting him. He’s been trying to get it to go down and can’t.” He heard Raphael start chuckling softly.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Leo asked calmly.
Donnie abruptly turned to Leo, a flush heating up his face, “Me? I can’t do anything about that.”
“Well, what about getting him some magazines or videos,” Leo stated quietly, hoping his face didn’t reveal how embarrassed he was.
“He’s got those already. Apparently they ain’t workin’.”
Leo glanced quickly at Raphael, a disappointed expression on his face. Raph shrugged, “What’s wrong with that? Some of us turtles are visual learners, ok?”
Leo rolled his eyes and turned back to Donnie, who was now pacing around the dojo, rubbing his head absently. “So what do we do? He’s obviously suffering. We can’t just wait for it to go down, can we?”
“No, Leo, we can’t” Donnie replied, “that could take a while. I don’t know how long he’s been in there…ummm…working at it, but it’s clearly to the point that he needs help.”
“What about April?” Raph asked.
“April’s on vacation, remember?” Leo disputed.
“Oh yeah,” Raph frowned, “Casey?”
Leo laughed, “yeah, right, Casey’s going to be willing to come down here to help Mikey with that kind of problem. You want to call and ask him?”
“Hmmm…ya got a point there, Leo,” Raph agreed with a grin.
Donnie stopped pacing and watched Raph and Leo for a long silent moment, “it’ll have to be one of us, then.”
“Oh, hell no!” Raph growled out, backing to the door of the dojo.
Leo blocked his escape, glancing at Donnie with uneasiness etched across his face, “Are you sure that he needs help?”
“Yes,” Donnie replied quietly, “unless you want to listen to him suffering all evening.”
Leo sighed, “Raph, I agree then, it will have to be one of us.”
“Well, it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me,” Raph snarled, crossing him arms over his plastron “I ain’t like that.”
Now it was Donnie’s turn to sigh as he pleaded with Raphael, “Raph, none of us are ‘like that,’ but in this case, we have to help Mikey. Problem is who’s going to do it?”
Two rounds of rock, paper, scissors later, Leo stood dejected in the dojo listening to Raphael snickering. He patted Leo on the shell as he walked out of the door, still chuckling, “Let us know how it goes, fearless.”
Leo’s shoulders drooped even more.
“I’m sorry, if there was any other way…” Donnie started.
“It’s okay,” Leo interrupted, “one of us has to do it. I lost. It’s only fair that it be me.”
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Leo stood beside the bed, watching as Mikey tossed around, unmistakably in extreme discomfort. 'Why do I have to be the one to do this? I can’t even begin to imagine what he would like. This has got to be so wrong in so many ways. Where’s Splinter when you need him? He’d be able to fix this without me having to do this.'
Forcing his inner monologue to stop, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Mikey automatically shifted away, not turning around to see who had invaded his room again.
“Mikey?” Leo asked softly, placing a hand on his arm.
“Go ‘way,” came the muffled reply.
“I’m going to help you take care of it, okay?”
Michaelangelo turned to look at Leo, asking suspiciously, “How?”
“Well, I…I’m not sure,” Leo stammered.
“Hmpf,” Mikey turned back to the wall. Leo stretched out behind him, placing an arm around him. Mikey immediately stiffened, “Leo?” he asked hesitantly, “what are you doing?”
“Helping, just close your eyes and relax.” Leo’s hand started moving across Mikey’s plastron, softly caressing. He felt Mikey start to relax into him. He continued caressing and slowly moved from behind him, pushing his carapace down onto the bed. Leo leaned over him and placed a hesitant kiss on his plastron.
Mikey gasped and his eyes flew open, fear flickering across his features, “Leo?” he asked anxiously.
“Shhh, Mikey, relax, don’t you trust me?” Leo asked him, gazing into his apprehensive eyes. Mikey nodded and shut his eyes tight. Leonardo smiled wryly and leaned in to kiss him, softly caressing his beak.
He gently coaxed his mouth open and pushed his tongue in to graze Mikey’s. This time, the moan that erupted was a soft, short sound, unlike the long, agonized ones Leo heard him making earlier. While Mikey was distracted with the kiss, Leo’s hand continued downward and slowly pulled out his swollen cock, softly stroking it. Mikey’s hips came off the bed, pushing into Leo’s hand, as he deepened the kiss.
Leo began to stroke faster, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure Mikey was making. He broke off the kiss and moved down between his legs. He grasped his tail and heard his hiss of pleasure. He stroked both the shaft and tail, hoping Mikey would be able to finish quickly. Leo squeezed gently and let one fingernail lightly trail from the base of his tail to the tip. He watched Mikey’s thighs clench and grinned. He continued moaning but didn’t seem to be getting any closer to orgasm. Leo stroked his cock faster, trusting that Mikey would tell him what else, if anything, he needed to do.
“Leo, I’m so close, I can’t…” Mikey groaned as he grasped at the bed sheets.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Leo suggested.
“Mmm…kiss it,” Mikey whispered.
Leo gulped, "Kiss it? Are you sure?”
“Please, Leo.” Mikey responded eagerly. Leo delicately placed his mouth on the tip and then pulled back quickly, expecting the entire ordeal to be over now.
“No,” Mikey groaned, reaching for Leo, “not enough. I need more.”
‘Why do I have to be the one in here?' Leo asked himself again. He leaned back over, again placing his mouth on the tip of Mikey’s cock. Mikey was ready this time, though, and pushed Leo’s head down, causing him to take it completely in his mouth.
Mikey cried out, “that’s it.”
Leo was shocked and completely unready for the sensation of having a cock in his mouth. His eyes watered as he was pushed down all the way. His tongue caressed up and down, following the lead of the pressure on the back of his head. He continued sucking while stroking the base of the shaft and Mike’s tail, using his elbows to prop himself up. Mikey’s hand remained on the back of Leo’s head, setting the pace. Leo had no idea what he was doing but could tell that Mikey was finally getting closer. He could feel it in the way his legs tensed and his breath hitched. He couldn't imagine how it must feel to be that hard for that long without release.
Leo listened to the short gasps of ecstasy and was feeling rather pleased himself that he could actually follow through with this. He was amazed that he wasn’t totally turned off. In fact, a familiar tightening was starting to result under Leo’s own shell. Suddenly, Mikey stiffened and pushed Leo down hard, grunting a few soft expletives before exploding forcefully into his mouth. Leo felt the hot liquid rush in and swallowed quickly. He slowly got up onto his knees, giving Mikey a moment to recover, before glancing down to meet his heavy eyes. They both blushed.
“Thanks,” Mikey whispered.
“No problem.” Leo replied with a smile. He quickly got off the bed and went to the door, looking back to watch as his brother finally settled into a comfortable position, closing his eyes. He heard his sigh of contentment. 'Well, that wasn’t too difficult. I guess I didn’t do too badly.' He grinned in satisfaction and went out the door, shutting it behind him.
He bumped right into Raph and Donnie on the other side.
“Well?” Raph asked with a gleam in his eyes.
Leo smiled, “Mikey is back to normal.”
“So, did you, uh…” Donnie stammered.
Leo glanced from one to the other, before answering solemnly, “If you want to know what had to be done, you should have volunteered to do it.” He gave a final glare and stalked to his room, locking it behind him.
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