There was a time, once, when there was no way in hell Raph would be stupid enough to let his youngest brother lead him anywhere. Mikey's 'surprises' usually involve the lucky turtle winding up sopping wet, drenched in glitter, or smelling of roses for days.
But then puberty had hit, and crested, and dragged them all into a very new way of looking at things. Mikey had learned to up the rewards of his little games enough for it to be worth any risk.
So when Raph finds the Party in Mike's room tonight, bb he calculates a fifty-percent chance he's going to be dyed some garish color and/or wrapped up with toilet paper a la mummies. It's October, after all, and his little brother's fixation with both the season and the color orange has left the lair bombarded with jack-o-lanterns, black cats, weird printouts from spooky internet art, and--shudder--rubber spiders.
But there's also a fifty percent chance of it being absolutely awesome, so what the hell. If worst comes to worst he'll be able to indulge in a satisfying beatdown and maybe get away with some spanking while he's at it.
Still, Raph makes sure to leave his valuables behind and wear one of his least-favorite masks, just in case. He takes a moment to check the door for any obvious traps before knocking cautiously. "Ya in there, brat?" he asks.
No reply, but he thinks he hears music from his side. And....yeah, the softest of giggles. Whatever Mikey's got going on tonight, he's ready and waiting to get started.
"All right, I'm comin' in. If this some kinda prank you won't be able to eat solid food 'till Thanksgiving." He swings the door open to find--
"Helloooo, lover."
Okay. So, the beatdown is cancelled, which is kind of disappointing, but also not really because this definitely falls on the absolutely awesome side of things.
Mikey lies sprawled across the bed like a goddamn porn star, in pumpkin-themed booty shorts and a sparkling feather boa. He's somehow managed to switch out his mask for a longer one, his wrappings for gold-spangled loops of fabric, and his knee pads for winking cat faces, all ridiculously impractical in a way that makes Raph's mouth dry.
Or maybe it's the bright red horns on Mikey's head, a cheap gimmick that feels so deliciously sinful paired with those baby blue eyes. He sits up with a groan, and that's when Raph sees the soft angel wings on his back, flexing with the movements of his arms as if they're beckoning him near.
It's a ridiculous outfit, or it should have been, if it didn't do such an exquisite job of hugging Mikey's curves, of highlighting the sheen of his welcoming smile or the soft ripple of his muscles. It's weird and coy and so damn dirty, and every instinct in Raph's body screams to get his hands on his brother now now now.
Let it never be said that Hamato Raphael could not be a punctual turtle when he really wanted to. He barely pauses to lock the door before bounding across the room, lips smashing against Mikey's as he tackles him to the bed.
"Hey!" Mikey shoves him away with a delicate little squeal of outrage. "Hands off the merch, dude! I worked hard getting this."
"And I'm gonna work hard gettin' ya out of it," Raph growls, nibbling at his brother's neck. His hands scrabble at the hem of those ridiculous shorts, trying to get at the perky little ass inside, but Mikey slaps them away.
"You're gonna tear them, dumbass," he chides. "Then what am I supposed to wear for Halloween?"
"Definitely not these," Raph says, reaching to grab a handful of Mikey's ass through the shorts. And clothes shouldn't really heighten sensation like this, but god, Mikey's already magnificent cheeks feel so soft now.
"If ya think we're lettin' ya go out dressed in this crap, ya gotta another think comin'." There's no way he's letting any topside mooks see his brother like this.
 Mikey lets out an exasperated huff. "You guys are like every stereotypical TV dad ever. What's the big deal, anyway? It's more than we wear on normal days!"
Raph rolls his eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talkin' about. Now c'mere." He winds those nice long tails around his fingers, something he usually only gets to experience with Leo or Don, and yanks his brother close. "No more talkin'."
For a moment Mikey seems to acquiesce, leaning into the kiss and letting Raph drag hungry fingers over the surface of the wings. They bite and snap at each other, tongues pushing hungrily into each other's mouth, and Raph's so lost in what he's going to do to his brother when he gets those stupid shorts off he doesn't notice the rope looping his around his wrists until it tightens.
"What the FUCK!" He tries to twist free, but Mikey's already weaving behind him like a fucking snake and tugging a stiff little knot into place. Raph yanks on the rope with a roar, determined to tear free, but it tightens with every pull and he can't get any leverage. "You crazy fucking bastard!"
By the time he's pulled himself together enough to kick out, Mikey's already set to work on his ankles. He hums Britney Spears' "Toxic" to himself as he grabs a third rope from God knows where and binds Raph's hand and feet together, holding him nice and firm.
Raph's yelling some of the worst Japanese swear words he knows when Mikey plants his hands on his shoulders, abruptly cutting him off. "Do you like scary movies?" he whispers in Raph's ear.
Scream? Seriously? Raph tries to headbutt him just for that, but Mikey ducks away and rolls off the bed, giggling like a maniac.
"Temper, temper," he chides, wagging a finger as he pops up. "It's as if you don't want any candy."
"Let me out of here right instant or I'll--"
"You're not gonna do anything," Mikey says firmly, putting his hand on his hips. "Not unless you want me to and my cute little outfit to head down to the hall to visit somebody will treat us better."
That stops Raph in his tracks. The thought of having to deal with Leo or Donnie--or god help him, both of them at once--giving him smug grins tomorrow at breakfast is more than he can bear. Not to mention that he's getting hard in his shell already, and he is so not in the mood to deal with that on his own tonight.
"Fine," he groans, slumping reluctantly back onto the bed. "Whaddaya want?"
Mikey lurches up on his toes and stretches, taking a moment to show off the slow moments of his body. "I want to put on a show for you, Raphie," he says. "You're going to take a load off on those big, stinky feet of yours and see just how much your baby brother loves you."
Raph blinks. "A show, huh?" He can't help offering up a rakish grin, his words going light and teasing. "Ya got something to give me that I can't find sneakin' into a decent club?"
Mikey chuckles. "Oh, baby, I can show you those things you've never even dreamed of." He leans forward and abruptly tugs Raph into a kiss, pulling up and propping him up against the headboard before just as suddenly breaking away. Raph follows before he can stop himself and Mikey cackles in a way that would put the greatest witch to shame.
He trots over to his phone and turns up the volume. It's a song with a thumping beat and a woman's sultry croon. Mikey tilts his head back as he listens, his eyes going focused the way Raph sometimes sees him do when they dance.
There's almost a kind of gravity to the way he sashays back to stand in front of Raph, despite the merry twinkle in his eyes. He tilts his head back for a moment, pausing as he waits for the right beat. Raph's not sure if he should be awed or snap at him to get on for it.
Then his brother starts to move and nothing--not the ache in his wrists or his awkward position or the faint smell of moldy pizza from under the bed--seems to matter much anymore.
He begins by dragging those clever fingers down his plastron, letting off a soft sigh as he takes care to tickle his most sensitive spots. Mikey draws his fingers over his hips, caressing his own ass before sliding down to the knee pad on his right leg. He slips it off and tosses it aside, never breaking down eye contact.
After he's taken off the next kneepad Mikey slides his hands back up his body, pausing to roll his fingers across his plastron like he's playing with imaginary tits. And it should be ridiculous, but it's not, not when Raph's had so many secret dreams about his brothers sprouting new curves, of feeling their bodies turning into a lush landscape under his fingers.
He drops down with a low moan, his sensitive cock brushing against the sheets. Mikey sees it and lets out another giggle. Raph growls, but his brother just folds his arms in front of his crotch with a perfect who me? expression.
It's the same with the wrappings. They flash gold in the low light as Mikey ever so slowly takes them off, raising his arms or bending as need be, making sure Raph gets a full eyeful of his tantalizing assets with every motion.
The way he's moving, baring even the small amount of skin makes Raph hyperaware of his brother's every scale, every freckle. And to be honest, it's driving him crazy at a pretty fast clip.
"Speed it up," Raph barks, willing down the urge to start rubbing against the sheets like a fucking dog. His tail is already lighting tapping against the mattress, in time with his pounding heart.
"Really?" Mikey asks, cocking his head. "Is that really what you want me to do, Raphie?"
"Yes, I--"
But Mikey just giggles like a little kid and abruptly slides off the mask, darting forward to loop it around Raph's shoulders. No, around his throat. He pulls and it goes, not enough to choke Raph, but enough for him to feel it digging into his skin. Enough for him to let know that Mikey could choke him what he wanted to, if Raph let him.
"You look so pretty when you're out of your depth, Raphie." He lifts one foot, brushing it up over Raph's crotch, up his plastron, into the hollow of his throat. Raph wants to yell at him to get those gross toes away from him, but it's hard when the brush of those perfect scales against his sends his whole body buzzing.
"Mmm." Mikey lifts Raph's chin so that their eyes lock. "If I stuck my toes down your throat, would you suck them for me?"
Raph swallows hard. "I..."
Mikey chuckles. "It's fine, dude. That's not what I need from you." He drops his foot on the bed beside Raph. "Just knowing you'd do it is enough," he murmurs, giving Raph a saucy grn.
"Don't be stu--" But Mikey's cutting him off with another kiss, biting and sucking at Raph's lip in that way which drives him crazy.
"Duck," he murmurs into Raph's mouth. He leans down, planting another kiss on Raph's neck. "Duck." More kisses, tumbling down Raph's arms and over his plastron. "Duck. Duck. Duck." He kneels between Raph's legs and gives him a cheeky smile, delicately pressing his lips to Raph's trembling length. "Goose."
Raph groans, thrusting his hips, and Mikey darts out of reach yet again. "Uh uh, Raphie! No touching the dancers."
"You're not a dancer, you're a sadist."
"Temper, temper, baby doll." Mikey bends over, sticking his tail up out of his shorts so he can wave it at Raph. "Mr. Green is very disappointed in you."
"That's a stupid name for a tail," Raph grumbles.
"Yeah, because little Raph is so original," Mikey says. He reaches up and tugs on the shorts, wriggling his hips so that they very slowly creep down his ass. Raph watches them slowly reveal more, more....then they slip to the ground and he realizes that Mikey is wearing bat-patterned panties.
He doesn't know whether to be pissed or turned on (it sort of feels like both) so he settles for muttering, "Brat."
"Is that what I am, Raphie?" Mikey asks. He kicks away the shorts and slowly backs towards Raph, still bent over, waggling his hips in time with the music. "Do you want to punish me, sweetheart? Want to bend me over those nice strong legs of yours and spank me with your big, meaty hands 'til I cry?"
"Someone..." Raph swallows hard. "Someone ought to."
Mikey's close enough to brush his ass over Raph's face, the underwear tickling his chin. "And you want to do it to this pretty little bottom of mine, don't you?" He plants his hands on his hips and waggles like a chicken.
"Y-yeah."
"You like this ass a lot, Raphie?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You'd spank it raw and red if I wanted you to, and you'd cover it with kisses if I wanted you to, and you'd like honey off it I wanted you to, and you'd wear it like a hat if I wanted you to, wouldn't you?"
"Fuck, Mikey..."
"Wouldn't you?" Now his little brother's voice is dangerous.
Raph lets out a groan. "Fine, okay!"
Mikey lets out a little chuckle. "That's it. Because it's my ass, and what's mine is always gonna be yours." He hooks his thumbs in the panties and very carefully slides them down his legs, revealing said ass in its full green glory.
And also revealing the butt plug square in the center of it. "Holy shit," Raph breathes.
"Cute, isn't it?" Mikey asks, rubbing his hands along his cheeks before carefully pulling them apart, giving Raph a better look.
It's a chipper orange color, just like pumpkins and candies and crazy little brothers who know how to undo him like there's a fucking manual. Not to mention that it's big, big enough that Mikey must have trained himself for it, most have practiced long and hard with different plugs inside him.
He'd learned to move so gracefully stuffed up like this, he'd practiced for so long, and all so he could give Raph this beautiful show as a present. Which means Mikey loves Raph as much as Raph loves him, and they'd better get a move on before he loses his shit and gets emotional.
"Go on, Raphie," Mikey says, his voice suddenly soft. "Take it out."
And for once in his life, Raph does as he's told without so much as a murmur of hesitation. He leans forward and oh so carefully puts his teeth around the flared end of the plug before slowly tugging it free, pausing with every slight movement to make sure he's not hurting his brother.
Well, that's partly the reason. Mikey squirms slightly in frustration and Raph lets out a chuckle through clenched teeth--not so fun when it's your turn to be teased, is it?
But his own patience is quickly running out, so Raph finally pulls the plug out and pits to the side. He's greeted with a truly spectacular look at Mikey's hole, pink and stretched and gleaming.
"Come on," he whispers. "Give Daddy what he needs." As an added incentive, he leans forward to plant a little kiss on Mikey's center, smirking when his baby brother shivers. He finally drops down, his pretty cock brushing over Raph's face, and he kisses it, too.
In a flash Mikey's flipped around and sinking onto Raph's lap, and oh, the wait somehow makes it so much better. Raph lets out a wail, no longer giving a flying fuck what he sounds like, and Mikey joins in with a sweetly ringing churr.
When they fuck it's fast and brutal, Raph pushing up to meet his brother as best he can while Mikey bounces up and down like he's on a fucking trampoline. He reaches for Raph's restraints, undoing them and rubbing the circulation back in with deliciously trembling fingers.
"Raphie," he moans. "Raphie, baby, darling..." Raph's beyond saying anything coherent at this point, but he's pretty sure the noises he's making get the message across pretty clear.
He slides his hands over Mikey's body, caressing everything he can reach. This is a gift for him, something wrapped and delivered with care, and he's going to treasure it for the rest of his life.
Thanks to his careful touching Mikey comes first, tightening around Raph's dick as he his fingers scrape down Raph's shoulders. It's enough to bring Raph along with him, sinking his teeth into his brother's so Mikey can feel the moans rumbling straight into his core.
When it's done he carefully lowers his brother onto the bed, caressing his sweaty face. Mikey blinks up at him dazedly, wiping a bit of cum off his plastron. "Was I good?" Raph asks.
"Better than anyone else in the whole wide world," Raph says, and he means it. He leans down to plant a soft kiss on his brother's face, and Mikey leans into it with a sigh.
(He is definitely going to get the little shit back for this, of course. The spanking option doesn't sound half bad).