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Raph was a cuddler. As shocking as it is to hear, he was incredibly affectionate when he was little. Especially towards Mikey. He wasn't sure why he was so special, but he never questioned it aloud. Not if it meant that they would cuddle anytime they wanted.
Everyday when they played together with their brothers, or were working especially hard with training along side their father and master, Raph always kept up his mean and pouty exterior. Even as children, Raph didn't want his brothers thinking that he was weak, and because of that, he always stayed tough, proud, and rude.
Mikey on the other hand, was his usual self. Kind, sweet, goofy, and incredibly talented in the ways of the martial arts. His brothers always commented on how he never paid any attention to their lessons, when that just wasn't the truth. Mikey was very attentive to the lesson, but he just needed to focus on other things, physically or mentally, in order to absorb it in its entirety.
Raph knew this, and because of that, he'd always give Mikey cuddles after each lesson as he let his brother talk on and on about different comics he had read, the lesson they learned, how he wanted to go up to the surface- anything really. Raph would do this thing where he'd let Mikey lay next to him, and he'd casually rub his scalp back and forth, giving him the necessary stimulation while also having him concentrate on his surroundings and what he was saying. If anyone ever looked up ADHD in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Mikey right next to the description.
Or at least, that's what Donnie would say. Raph scowled at that as he hugged Mikey, who was caught off guard by the sudden gesture, but still accepted it, humming sweetly to himself before holding his arms and legs around Raph's body. He was always so sweet, Mikey thought. But in reality, Raph was selfish.
He knew this, and yet, he still allowed Mikey to do whatever he wanted. He couldn't' say no to Mikey. Not ever. It was a weakness really, but one that he wasn't ashamed of. He'd do everything in his power to make sure that Mikey always had a say in something, made sure that he always had attention, and even gave him the necessary physical touch he needed to feel accepted. Cause as outgoing as Mikey was, he was still a little kid who required that love and affection. And if their brothers weren't going to give it to him, then Raph would.
So, whenever Mikey asked for cuddles, he'd giving it without a second thought. After rough housing? Cuddles. A long day full of fun and playing in the sewers? Cuddles. Mikey being told that he was annoying or being too loud? Definitely cuddles. It eventually came to a point where Raph just sensed Mikey's joyful energy and would immediately open his arms to him, allowing Mikey to swaddle himself into his arms. It was nice. So long as Mikey was happy, that's all that mattered.
But when is it too much? When do you draw the line of letting it be okay? When it becomes more then just cuddling?
Raph found out exactly when. Whether he regrets it or not, is still up for debate.
It all happened on that fateful afternoon, when Raph had enough of listening to Leo act all bossy, saying that Raph was being dumb, Donnie was being rude, and Mikey, of course, was being too loud. He knew now that it was just because Leo was trying to act like their father, but little seven year old Raph didn't accept it. He always saw Leo as being a bully, and he hated it. Especially when it came to Mikey.
He took Mikey's hand and left through the sewer grate, ducking under water and making their way through the tunnels until they followed the path to a nearby stream. Raph had always called it their special place where they could get away from their family, but still be close enough to the sewers so they could make a quick escape if need be. This place was the closest they had ever come to the surface, and it was beautiful.
It was a small stream with lots of rocks and weeds, the grass had over grown into the trees and pathways, practically covering the two brothers as they wandered around given how small they were. The grate they had gone through was just big enough for the two of them to slide through with ease, and without a second thought, Raph would pull Mikey into the stream, twirling them around until they splashed and were completely soaked from the fresh water that was coursing down the rocks.
Going further down the stream, the water became deeper, making it so the two of them could freely swim and flip around like the turtles they were. They'd spin in small circles, making cool torpedoes and wicked swirls that would project them forward, bobbing up and down against the current, and racing each other to branches and stumps that were across the water, seeing who could get there the fastest, with style.
Hours had passed, and by the time they had gotten to the bank, crawling up to a large grassy bit that was exposed to the hot sun, they'd lay there, completely out of breath, large smiles spreading across their cheeks. Raph looked over and noticed Mikey scoot closer to him. Mikey's subtle way of asking for permission. Raph without thinking, grabbing his little brother, and pulled him on top of him.
Mikey giggled, feeling Raph begin to tickle his sides, clasping his legs tightly around his hips as he rolled Raph on top of him, proceeding to go back and forth, both of them laughing, still out of breath, and the friction of Raph's fingers began to become... Strange.
Raph stopped when he noticed Mikey visibly wince. He was laying in between Mikey's legs, his pelvis and legs pressing him down as a way to keep him in place. Raph tilted his head curiously, watching Mikey's face twist differently then it usually did. It wasn't the face he'd make when he tasted something gross, nor was it the same one that he'd make when he smelled something nasty. No, this was different.
"What's wrong Mikey?" Raph asked, holding himself up with his hands on both sides of Mikey's head, causing a dark shadow to cloud over Mikey, noticing a deep red color flushing across his face.
Mikey shook his head, trying his best to smile, but was having a difficult time, "I don't know. I feel really weird,"
"Do you have a tummy ache?"
"No," Mikey dropped his gaze, looking past his plastron and down to his private parts, shyly pointing down, "it's something there."
Raph looked down, noticing a wet spot in between Mikey's legs. Raph pulled back, noticing that his private parts were getting wet as well, his tiny penis peaking out unknowingly. This happened sometimes. Mostly when Mikey would be done cuddling and run off to do something else. It'd always make an appearance and he'd simply ignore it and go back to whatever he was doing.
Now, however, seeing Mikey's area was wet as well, made him question what was happening. Raph looked up at Mikey, noticing the small quiver in his lip as he tried to hide his face, clearly embarrassed, but wasn't sure why exactly.
"That's weird," Raph said aloud, voicing his and Mikey's thoughts exactly, "I wonder why it's like that?"
"I don't know," Mikey admitted, "I'm too scared to ask Donnie about it, or papa."
"You don't have to tell that know-it-all anything you don't want to!" Raph argued, still bitter about their previous scolding. Without any hesitation, Raph flung himself forward and buried himself into Mikey again, holding his body closer then before, ignoring the slick feeling between their legs.
Mikey gasped, his legs quivering as they inadvertently held Raph closer, practically holding him in place so that he didn't move away. Raph had no intention of letting go, not wanting Mikey to feel embarrassed anymore. Mikey let out a little noise, one that made Raph feel tingly on the inside, pushing his body forward slightly with his feet. He didn't mean to push further against Mikey's private parts, but combined with his own sticky penis, it felt strangely good.
Raph had never rubbed his penis against anything before. He'd usually just wait for it to go away and he'd be fine. But now, having Mikey's strange silky folds touching against him felt nice. It was sticky and really weird to be pressing against, but also really, really good.
Raph felt a rumble cloud his stomach as he rocked back and forth against Mikey, his penis coming out further and further, until it was practically nestled in between Mikey's slick folds. Mikey moaned out, holding Raph's shoulders as his knees shook, clenching onto Raph's hips. Raph could feel the heat on his neck from Mikey's hot face, and the warmth that spread across his penis the closer he got to Mikey was even more amazing. He'd never felt anything like this before.
"Is this," Mikey tried, but his voice was a quivering mess, small tears accumulating in his eyes as his beat red face was being kissed by the sun, "are we- is it still cuddling, Raphie?"
Raph didn't know how to answer that. He didn't know what to say, or do, but dumbly nodded, his mouth dropping open as he saw Mikey's small pink tongue peak out. His mouth was filled with saliva, the moans that escaped were becoming louder and louder, and if Mikey continued this way, they'd be found out for sure. With a swift movement, he bent down and kissed Mikey.
Not just any kiss. A grown up kiss.
The type of kiss you'd give someone you really, really love. The one that couples on TV would give to each other when they made a big confession in the middle of a park, or at the end of a movie. This kiss was special, and only meant for special people. For Raph, Mikey was a special people. He was an amazing people actually. So, this was okay... Right?
Mikey's tongue was wet, slimy, and incredibly needy. Whenever he heard Donnie threaten to chop Mikey's tongue out because of how much he talked, he always hated it. He hated it even more now, because good gosh... This felt amazing. Mikey moaned, whimpered, and begged with his hands and knees to make Raph continue their cuddle. So Raph abided, practically laying on top of Mikey as he quickened his pace. The sloppy sound made Raph moan as well, his legs becoming tired, but the new need to be closer just became greater.
And so he pushed, and pushed, and pushed- Mikey's folds becoming warmer and wetter, as Raph could feel the tip of his penis hit against Mikey's small opening he didn't realize was there before. He just assumed Mikey had a penis as well. Now, to feel that there was a small hole that he could go inside to be even closer to Mikey-
Raph tore one hand away, bringing it down to where he was grinding against Mikey, and adjusted it to be right against his hole. Raph pulled away from their adult kiss, looking down at him with a bright face of his own.
"There's a hole here, Mikey," Raph explained, "can I put my penis in there?"
"Why?" Mikey asked, both curiously and completely frazzled by the experience.
"I wanna be closer to you," Raph said, "that way, we can go even further beyond cuddling. This way, we can really be together."
With a warbled smile, Mikey nodded, "Okay, Raphie,"
When Raph put it inside, his face, his body, the entirety of his being quaked, his legs going numb as he pushed himself inside, a strange feeling overcoming his tiny body as he practically shouted aloud. Mikey doing the same as he reached up and held Raph in placed, his legs hooking around Raph's knees as he projected himself up and onto Raph's penis.
They both shook violently, a hot flash running through them like the summer air. Raph let out a wavered breath, not realizing that he was holding it in, quietly panting as he looked down to see a distant look in Mikey's eyes, his blue orbs shining brighter then the sun as he looked up at Raph, holding his arms out. The same way he'd always do for a big cuddle.
Raph fell into him, laying limply as he felt Mikey wrap his arms around his shoulder. Raph could hear his heart beat through his plastron, the pulse vibrating into his ear slits as he carefully pulled his arm up to hold Mikey back. Just as Raph had tried to adjust them to lay on their sides, Raph was shocked to feel a wet feeling against his leg. Looking down, he noticed the glistening goo on his thighs. He thought it was pee, and immediately began to point blame at Mikey, until he saw that it was a white texture.
"What is it, Raphie?" Mikey asked innocently, unsure of why his brother was moving away from him.
"Look at this," Raph said pointedly, sitting up right to look at the wet, white goo that was laying on his thigh and penis, reaching down to touch it and play with it between his fingers, "What is that stuff?"
"I don't know, but," Mikey said, reaching down in between his folds to pull out more of it from inside of him, "it's all over the place,"
"That's weird," Raph said, looking from Mikey's fingers to his own.
"Wait-," Mikey paused, then immediately pushed himself back by a foot, "Did you pee on me?!"
"No I didn't!!"
"Then what's this stuff on me!?" Mikey shouted, pointing his gross white fingers towards Raph, who immediately pushed him away.
"How should I know?!"
"Cause it came from you!"
"Well, I don't know what it is!"
They both grumbled, red faced and embarrassed, they got up and walked towards the stream, carefully stepping in and washing away the weird stuff that was on their bodies, as well as the sweat that had started to form on their neck and foreheads. The coldness of the water helped to make their hot bodies cool down as well. As much as they wanted to just stay there and do nothing, they knew it was getting late, and they needed to head back. A pressing thought came to both of them, however.
"Do you think we should tell Master Splinter and ask him what that was?" Mikey asked, curious about what exactly happened when they pressed their privates together like that.
Raph twisted his mouth, thinking hard. As much as he hated to admit that he was a secret cuddle bear to their father, he also was really curious about what had happened, and what exactly that stuff was that came from their bodies. He wasn't going to talk to Donnie about it, regardless of how smart he was, and he for sure wasn't going to go to Leo to ask about this. He supposed the best option was to talk to Master Splinter.
With a deep sigh, Raph nodded, "Yeah... I guess so,"
"Raphie?"
Raph looked over at Mikey, noticing a small furrow in his brow, a saddened look passing through his eyes. Raph faced Mikey fully, tilting his head to the side as he questioned what was wrong.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, little brother," Raph shook his head, putting a soft hand on top of his head, "I'd never be mad at you."
"Then," Mikey played with his finger tips, "even after we tell Master Splinter, will you still cuddle with me?"
"Yeah, of course I will!"
"Really!"
"Nothing's going to change that, Mikey," Raph smiled, "I promise,"
"Promise, promise?"
"Triple promise!!"
They hooked their pinkies together, both smiling brightly as they walked back to the sewer grate, hand in hand, venturing back to their lair where they met with their brothers and Master Splinter.
That night, not only was trust broken between them and their father, but a promise as well.
It had turned out, what they were doing was incredibly wrong- immoral even, whatever that meant. They talked with their father in private, sitting in front of him in the dojo as they stared wide eyed at what he had said. His words weren't harsh, but they were firm. He had said that they were not only allowed to go outside the lair anymore without their brothers, and that they were never allowed to do that type of cuddling ever again.
It was because of this, that Mikey's room was swapped with Donnie's, making it so Mikey was closer to their Masters room, and Raph's was next door to Leo. Raph was now made to sit farthest away from Mikey, being glared at and or told to separate when they got too close to one another. Even a simple gesture of giving Mikey a noogie was watched carefully by Master Splinter, and as soon as their eyes met with their father, they immediately moved away.
Eventually, Mikey had begun to be louder and more obnoxious then before when they had cuddled together. And it wasn't until much later that Raph had finally had enough of it, and began to take his brothers side with bickering and yelling at Mikey for being so stupid, air headed, and annoying. And who could blame him? That's exactly what Mikey was.
He was stupid. He was annoying. He was dumb. He was too loud. He couldn't hold still. He never listened. He never paid attention...
And he never asked for cuddles again.
Art to sooth the soul~
