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“Owwww!! Casey!”
Pausing on his trudge to his room, Raphael threw a confused glance towards the familiar voice. He found himself standing outside Mike's room, a closed door blocking said turtle from view.
Mikey never closed his door.
“Dude, quiet down! You don't want your brothers to know I'm here, do you?!’
Emerald eyes narrowing in suspicion, Raphael scowled.
That was Case's voice. Why was he hiding in Mike's room? He was practically family at this point, so why sneak over when he could pretty much come in the middle of the damn night knowing he and his brothers wouldn't give a flying fuck in the first place.
“Okayyy, okay. Just…go slow, alright? It hurts!”
He doesn't know why, but Raphael suddenly felt a spark of terror shoot through him.
It's not like Casey would ever hurt Mike. He knew that. Mike was probably just being dramatic like always with whatever he and Casey were doin’ in there…
So why was he suddenly so goddamn anxious?
“Yeah, yeah…I'll put it in carefully this time, alright? But you know the first time always hurts the most, man!”
Raphael swallowed thickly, heart pounding behind his plastron. He felt his fists unintentionally starting to clench, a low growl leaving his throat
No…there was no fucking way-
“I know. I trust you, though. I mean…it's not like I could go to my brothers for something like this!”
Raphael paled at the casually spoken words, feeling nauseous at the mere thought.
Gross!
He heard Casey snort good naturally, imagining that dopey smile he typically had on his stupid, pimply, ugly little brother tainting fac-
“True. They'd say you're way too young for this anyways. They just don't know how to live a little and have a good time, huh?”
A good time? A good time?!
Practically breathing smoke at this point, Raphael stomped the last few feet to the door and lifted his leg.
“Now hold still, I'm putting it back in. You can cling to me if you want or whimper and moan or whatever-”
BAM!
With how heavily he was breathing and seeing red, it took a few moments for Raphael to realize just what he was seeing in front of him.
Good news; Casey Jones was not fuckin' his baby brother.
Bad news; Casey Jones was instead giving his baby brother a fuckin' tattoo-
“JONES! YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!”
Casey screamed and attempted to jump out of the way of one hell of a protective big brother. Mikey blinked stupidly, watching the entire time while holding his half-finished arm. He wondered briefly how Raph found out. Maybe he was whining too loud?
"Huh. Must have moaned too loud.”
“GRRR, JOOOOONES!”