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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Michelangelo leaned back on the couch and watched the city lights. He cracked open another beer and chucked the lid onto the floor with all the others. He hadn’t turned on any of the lights and the café was almost completely dark. He knocked the leftover streamers off a coffee table and dragged it over to the couch to propped his feet up on it. Tomorrow he’d repress his feelings for Charlie and act like he was happy that she had married his brother, but tonight… tonight he was going to get fucking hammered. He could still hear the music and happy voices of the small wedding reception they’d had in the café. The rest of the cake was still on the counter behind him but he refused to turn around and look at it.
The elevator dinged, but he didn’t bother hiding. He’d hidden more than enough and he didn’t give a fuck anymore. Besides, it was likely Leo or Raphael, come to take his drunken butt home. The doors swooshed open and a woman stepped out.
“S’up, Lisa?” Mike slurred.
“Michelangelo?” she sounded surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?” She moved towards him and he noted that she was still wearing her dress from the wedding.
“Nothin’ much,” he said. “Getting’ drunk.”
“Drunk?” she said. “Why?”
“None of your business,” he snapped. “What are you doing here?” She opened her mouth, then closed it without answering. “Avoiding Leo?” Mike asked.
Lisa’s shoulders sagged. “Is it that obvious?”
Mike took another swig of beer. “You could just tell Leo that you need some alone time, you know. It’s not like he doesn’t know that things aren’t working out between you.”
Lisa fidgeted with her purse strings, then wiped at her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
Mike snorted and drank some more beer. “You already have, babe.” He sighed and patted the couch next to him. “Wanna beer? I’ve got lots.”
Lisa sat down next to him and he cracked open a bottle for her. She took a small sip and wiped away some more tears. “Thanks,” she said. They sat in silence while Mike finished his beer and opened a fresh one. “Are you drunk?” she asked.
“Yup,” he confirmed. “I don’t want to remember a thing about today.”
Lisa raised her eyebrows and turned to look at him. “Why would you want to forget the wedding? It was beautiful! Charlotte was gorgeous, Donatello was so happy…”
“And my father is so proud of them and they’re so in love. Blah blah blah,” Mike grumbled. He glanced up at the clock above the bar and snorted. “They should be consummating their marriage right about now,” he spat.
Lisa’s mouth fell open as realization hit her. “You’re in love with Charlotte?”
Mike sneered at her. “Can’t a man drink in peace? Oh wait, I forgot - you don’t think we’re men. We’re just a bunch of freaky mutants with smelly mutant dicks.”
“He told you that?” Lisa gasped.
“Yeah, he mighta mentioned that you’re repulsed by our cocks even though you haven’t even seen one,” Mike slurred. “Why didn’t you just cut the heart out of his shell?”
“I’m hurting too!” Lisa shot back. “I thought I could handle a sexual relationship, but I can’t!”
“Then you shouldn’t have led him on!” Mike snapped.
“I didn’t!”
“You did!” Mike snapped. “And you didn’t even give him a chance to let him love you the way he could.”
“It’s not my fault!” Lisa sobbed. “I was scared!”
“Of a penis?” Mike slurred. “Be scared of the Poltergeist movies, be scared of high taxes, be scared of spiders, but don’t be scared of this!” He relaxed his muscles and let his penis drop out of his shell for emphasis. He wasn’t hard, but that was the point. Lisa hesitated, then reached out to touch it.
“Whoa!” Mike said. He shifted and his dick slipped back under his plastron. “I can be obscene ‘cause I’m shit-faced, but what’s your excuse?”
Lisa bit her lip and wiped away more tears. “How drunk are you?”
“I see three of you, so I’m pretty fucking wasted,” Mike slurred. “What do you care?”
“I don’t love Leonardo,” she admitted. “I thought I did, but I think I was just confusing gratitude with affection.” She moved closer to him.
“Ya don’t love me either,” Mike countered. He felt like he should be suspicious of her, but he was too drunk to think straight.
“Yeah, but there’s no strings attached with you,” she said.
“So what, you just wanna get laid or something?” Mike asked, carefully.
Lisa shrugged and moved closer to the orange turtle. “Not really,” she said. “I just maybe need to prove something to myself.”
“I ain’t your science experiment, dudette,” he slurred. “Go find your boyfriend, if you want to fuck around with someone’s mind.”
They stared each other down for several long moment. Then Lisa swallowed hard and said, “I’m not a racist.”
Mike snorted and clinked the edge of his beer bottle against his hard plastron a few times to make a banging sound for emphasis. “This isn’t a race thing,” he said. “We’re not human and that’s your real issue. If you can’t handle it, fine, we won’t hold it against you… just stop fucking with Leo’s head.”
“But I can handle it!” Lisa insisted. Mike chuckled and sipped his beer. “It ain’t a crime to want to date your own species, babe,” he said.
Lisa straightened her back and looked him in the eye. “Show me your penis again.”
Mike regarded her as he sipped his beer. He was too drunk to figure out whatever weird game she was playing. The room spun and he closed his eyes. Lisa ran a finger down the centre of his plastron and he shivered. Her hand cupped his face and he leaned into the touch, drunkenly imagining that Lisa was the woman he loved so much. He didn’t fight it when her lips brushed over his. The kiss was sloppy, but he was too hammered to care. Mike felt her hands on his thighs, rubbing and kneading his strong muscles. He kept his eyes closed to keep the fantasy going. Lisa kissed along the tendons in his neck and Mike knew he was losing touch with reality. “Charlie,” he whispered. The word caught in his throat and he choked on it like a sob.
Lisa’s mouth moved up to his tiny ear and whispered, “I love you, Mikey,” in a gentle, seductive way. She breathed more kisses over his jaw as the tears leaked out of his still-closed eyes.
He turned and captured her mouth in a warm kiss. “Oh babe, I love you, too,” he croaked. He kissed her and kissed her for all he was worth. She slipped down on the floor to kneel between his strong legs and he let his hardening member drop down into her waiting hands. She stroked him up and down as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
Her hair… it was too short. Mike’s eyes snapped open as he suddenly remembered where he was and who he was with. He tried to move away from his brother’s girlfriend, but her mouth descended on his weeping dick and he lost all sense of coherent thought. Mike arched up into her warm mouth, reveling in his first taste of sexual intimacy. He covered his eyes with the palms of his hands and moaned helplessly as she introduced him to pleasurable sensations that he had never known could exist. Lisa palmed his leathery balls as she sucked him as deeply into her mouth as she could.
Mike gasped, sure he was close to coming, but she sensed it too and let him slip from her mouth. His dick fell against his plastron with a wet smack and he looked up just in time to see her shimmy out of her panties and hitch up her dress. She straddled him and ground herself against his penis. Mike thrust his hips against her, desperate to slip inside but the angle wasn’t right. Lisa reached between them and grabbed him. She positioned him at her entrance and he pushed all the way in in one thrust.
Mike sobered up a little when she screamed. The voice of reason fought through his foggy mind to tell him that he’d probably hurt her, but then she started to move up and down on his shaft and his thoughts abandoned him again. He thrust into her again and again… ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen times… and then he came. His head flopped back against the couch and he passed out.
When the first rays of sunshine woke him up, Lisa was long gone. Mike put his aching head in his hands and cried out in despair as the memories came back in bits and pieces. He tried to stagger to the bar for some water, but wound up vomiting in a trash can. He sat on the floor next to the mini-fridge until the room stopped spinning long enough for him to open a bottle of water. He drank three of them in a row and then curled up on the ground in a ball.
Leo would never forgive him.
*****
Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Raphael waved to Donatello and Charlie as they left in the van. They were heading to the farm for a week for their honeymoon. He reeked of beer and had the worst hangover of his life. As the van disappeared around the corner, the remaining turtles climbed back into the sewer and headed for home. Michelangelo made sure to keep a minimum of fifteen feet between himself and Leo at all times… he didn’t want his brother to smell Lisa on him until he’d had a chance to confess. He straggled behind his brothers for a minute while he gathered his courage.
“Hold up, Leo,” Mike called. His voice echoed off the sewer walls and he winced in pain as the sound ripped through his skull. “We gotta talk, bro.” He wanted to do this while Raphael was around so they’d have a referee.
“What’s up, Mikey?” Leo said. He slowed down and Mike stopped walking. He still didn’t want to get too close. Leonardo frowned in confusion. “How much did you drink last night? You look like shit!” Leonardo sounded really worried and that made the orange turtle feel even worse.
Mike took a deep breath and shut his eyes for a moment. “I’ve got something to tell you, bro,” he said, “and it’s pretty bad.”
Leonardo stepped toward his youngest brother. “Did someone see you?” he asked.
Mike moved back accordingly. “No,” he said. “No it’s nothing like that. It’s just… after the wedding, I went to the café and I got drunk… really drunk. I’m happy for Don and all, but… God, Leo, I’d do anything to trade places with him.”
“Mike,” Leo sighed. “Please tell me you didn’t say something stupid to Charlie or Don.”
“No, it’s okay,” Mike butted in. “I just needed some time to get it out of my system… I won’t drink like that again… but that’s not what I wanted to tell you. I…” Mike looked away in shame, then stood up straight. Leo deserved to be looked in the eyes. “Lisa turned up. She was avoiding you because she wants to break up with you.”
The air wushed out of Leonardo’s lungs like he’d been punched in the gut. His eyes welled with tears but he blinked them back and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise, huh?”
“It’s ain’t nothin’ ya did, Leo,” Raphael said. “It’s all her.” He squeezed his brother’s shoulder to comfort him.
Mike nodded in agreement. “She says she’s not ready for a sexual relationship yet… she uh… she said she made a mistake and she doesn’t love you… she said she wanted sex with no strings attached to help her get over the Bubba thing…” Leonardo put his hand over his heart like he was in pain, but Raphael’s eyes shot to Mike’s as he put two and two together. The orange turtle shrugged… Raphael was shrewd…
“I was really fucking drunk, Leo,” Mike repeated. “And I was mad at her for hurting you, so I told her off and then I… I kinda showed her my spare nunchuck.”
Whatever Leo and Raph had been expecting to hear, that wasn’t it. They didn’t know whether they should beat their brother up or laugh.
“Fuck, Mikey,” Leo said. “I thought you were going to say you slept with her.” He and Raph chuckled, but Mike rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. He took a deep breath and moved closer to Leonardo until he was standing about a foot away.
“What?” Leonardo barked, as he smell his girlfriend’s scent of arousal. “I wouldn’t blame you for being mad,” Mike said. “I’d be pissed too.” He told his brothers everything he remembered about what happened in a low voice. He forced himself to look back to their shocked and angry faces every time he dropped his eyes in shame.
“Fuck, Mikey!” Raphael said. “Are you gonna go after everyone’s girlfriend?”
Mike stood up straighter and shoved Raphael into the wall. “Hey! I am not going after anyone’s girlfriend! The Charlie thing is under control, and as for Lisa… I don’t even like her!” He winced again at the loud noises and covered his ears until the pain subsided.
“Would it have happened if you were sober?” Leonardo asked.
“Absolutely not,” Mike replied. “I was so drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing. I got so confused about who she was… Fuck, I thought she was Charlie, not that that’s any better… but then I got my head around it and tried to stop it, but… God, Leo, it felt so good. I didn’t know… I didn’t know it could be like that and… and I just couldn’t stop it.”
Leo ran his hand over the back of his head, which was really starting to hurt. “Why are you telling me this, Mike?”
Michelangelo shrugged and hung his head again. “I’d never lie to you, bro. I couldn’t do it.”
“But you could fuck my girlfriend?” Leo snapped. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Was she drunk?” he asked.
“She was sober as a judge,” Mike replied. “She knew exactly what she was doing.” Leonardo swore and turned away. Mike hung his head. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Leo,” he said. “I was wrong to do what I did and I am truly sorry.” To his surprise, Raphael reached out and patted his shoulder.
“It wasn’t yer fault, Mikey,” he said. “She practically raped ya.” “What?” Mike laughed nervously. “It wasn’t rape… chicks can’t rape guys.”
Raphael shook his head. “Did ya wanna do it?” he asked.
“Yes… no… I dunno… maybe, I guess… but not with her… not like that,” Mike stammered. His skull was pounding to hard to think.
“So a more experienced person took advantage of a severely intoxicated, heartbroken, inexperienced virgin, who was clearly reluctant and even tried to get away… that’s sexual assault,” Raphael said. Leonardo let out a shaky sigh and started walking back toward the lair. “I guess I’ve got to break up with her now, don’t I?” he said.
Raphael and Michelangelo looked at each other, then jogged to catch up with him. “I think it’s fer the best, Leo,” Raphael said. “I mean… I wouldn’t tolerate my woman fuckin’ around behind my back.”
“Why would she do that to me?” Mike whispered. “She told me she loved me so I’d think she was Charlie… not that I had any excuse to be sleeping with her either… Why would she do that?”
“Because she’s tired of feelin’ helpless and scared and needed ta feel power over someone,” Raphael said.
Leonardo looked at the red turtle for a moment. “How do you know these things?” he said.
Raphael just shrugged. “I get around,” he grunted.
Leonardo nodded and they walked on in silence. Mike tried not to sniffle too audibly… he felt shittier than he ever had in his life. He knew he didn’t have any right to feel upset, not after what he’d done to his brother.
Leonardo glanced back at his youngest brother and saw the dark patches where the tears were absorbing into his mask. “Did it make you stop loving Charlie?” he asked.
Mike shook his head. “No,” he whispered, bitterly. Leonardo stopped abruptly and turned around to hug Michelangelo. “It’s okay, Mikey…I forgive you. I’m pissed off as hell, but I forgive you.”
Mike hugged him back and his shoulders shook as he cried. “Leo, I’m so sorry… I would never intentionally hurt you. I’m so sorry!” Mike suddenly pushed Leo away and turned to puke again.
Leonardo frowned at his sick brother and pulled out his shell cell. He sent Lisa a text. He knew she had issues, but he couldn’t take the craziness anymore. He needed answers and he needed them now.
LEO: Hey A few moments later his cell buzzed as Lisa replied.
LISA: Hey. Did Don and Charlotte leave yet?
LEO: Yeah, we just saw them off a minute ago. Did you have a good time yesterday?
LISA: Yeah, it was a great day. I love weddings!
LEO: What else do you love?
There was a long pause and Leonardo hung his head, knowing she was hesitating. Mike was right… she didn’t love him. His phone buzzed a minute later as she replied.
LISA: What do you mean?
LEO: I’m asking if you love me.
There was another long pause. Raphael and Michelangelo leaned forward a bit to read over their brother’s shoulders.
LISA: Maybe we should talk about this in person, Leo…
“She’s gonna dump ya,” Raphael said. He let Mike leaned against him and the trio resumed walking home.
“I know,” Leo replied. He shifted to a meditative breathing pattern to keep himself grounded.
LEO: It shouldn’t be a hard question to answer. Not after everything we’ve been through.
LISA: Leo… we really need to speak in person… why don’t you come over… Leonardo frowned. His big thumbs pressed harder on the keys as he texted her back.
LEO: Let’s try something easier… What’s Mikey got that I haven’t?
“Oooh…” Mike and Raph winced at the same time.
LISA: What are you talking about?
LEO: I’m talking about you getting it on with my brother last night. What’s he have that I don’t?
LISA: What? I would never do that to you!”
LEO: Don’t lie to me! I can smell you all over him!
There was another long pause. Leonardo frowned at his phone as his thumbs flicked over the keys.
LEO: Do you know what you’ve done to my brother?
LISA: I don’t know what to tell you… I’m sorry, Leo.
LEO: Not as sorry as I am. We’re done.
Leonardo snapped his phone closed and stuck it in his belt.
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