Self-Discovery [TMNT, ?/Raph, R]
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kinkfestTitle: Self-Discovery
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dethorats
Rating: R
Warnings: Brief reference to turtlecest, See Prompt
Prompt: TMNT - Raphael - anonymous sex/glory hole - "give in to your confusion"
Word count: 1044
Notes: Meant for June 18th. Sorry for the delay. Also, some refs to other TMNT pairings. Vague timeline.
Discretion was vital to a ninja. Silence, secrecy, misdirection, remaining nothing more than a shadow against the night. He’d been trained to it all of his life and though Raphael wasn’t exactly quiet or discrete with his family, he knew how to exercise it as well as any of his brothers. His inquiries had been few, a casual word here to April, an offhand comment to Donnie there, and his usual Friday nights with Casey had been established for so long that it was easy to escape the lair. Trench coat and fedora on, he’d muttered his usual “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ll be careful” to Leo on his way out and made sure to give Mikey a noogie as he’d passed the couch. Casey was his only stumbling block but his friend had only raised his goalie mask to study him and then grin, punching him in the arm as he headed for a fire escape.
“Hot date tonight?” The human’s voice was filled with good-natured teasing and Raphael gave him the three-fingered equivalent of the bird, amiably replying, “Yeah, with much better company than you, Jones,” before he disappeared over the side of the building. He didn’t notice Casey watching him head off deeper into the city nor the way the man’s eyes darkened behind the slits in his mask. Casey’s Louisville slugger didn’t survive the evening and the thugs he found had to pay a visit to the hospital before they could be taken into central booking.
Central Park at night had always made Raph’s skin crawl. Sure it was inside the city but the acres of trees never sat quite right with a turtle who was more at home on rooftops and in the sewers than with bushes and ponds. He pulled the collar of his coat higher as he walked briskly, hat low on his head so that his face was largely invisible. His obvious bulk served as a deterrent and the scant light glinted off of his sai like it would have off of a knife’s edge. No one approached him as he hurried down the concrete paths and he arrived at his destination to find it deserted.
The door to the men’s restroom creaked as he edged it open, loud against the muffled distant noises of New York’s streets. It was pitch black inside and he leaned against the inside of the door for a long moment, letting his vision adjust, picking up the scraps of light that came in through the narrow casements below the eaves. All three stall doors hung open and he padded forward slowly into the first one. His fingers slid along the dividing wall, finding the toilet paper holder and nothing more. In the middle stall he found it, a fist-sized hole edged with what felt like duct tape and hidden by another roll of toilet paper. His information had been correct.
For a split second he hesitated, torn between entering the final stall and heading back out into the night. It was crazy, what he was doing, and a waste of a good evening when there were criminal scumbags to bust. But he’d been thinking about it for far too long to back down now and Raphael was one ninja turtle who didn’t retreat, even strategically. Metal bounced off of concrete as he threw open the door to the last stall and stomped inside, the latch sliding home as he locked himself in.
The smooth concrete was cool against his skin as he settled on his knees, the position the same one he took for meditation. Raphael closed his eyes and waited, breathing slowly and deeply as he tried to quell his roiling thoughts. It was the best way to know, the easiest, and he was tired of feeling confused, of watching Mikey and Donnie getting friendly on the couch and envying them, of wishing Leo and Karai would figure things out already, of being left out and alone. He didn’t have anyone but part of the problem was that he wasn’t quite certain who he should want. But he would know after that night because he could hear footsteps and whispers and the door to the bathroom grated on its hinges as it was opened.
Raphael felt his pulse pick up and he worked hard to keep his breathing slow and even as a flashlight beam suddenly increased the amount of visible light in the bathroom. The door to the middle stall opened, latched, and Raph placed his palms against the divider. In the moment of truth there was no hesitation, only a sudden sharp hunger that coiled low in his belly as he leaned towards the hole and opened his mouth. Soft panting came from the second stall and Raphael pressed forward, mindful of his teeth and wondering if the awkward shape of his mouth, his lack of lips could be noticed. But his mutated anatomy didn’t seem to matter and soon enough liquid heat hit the back of his throat and he swallowed.
The center stall door opened, then closed again, and Raphael was ready. At some point more individuals crowded into the bathroom, lining up, and for the next forty minutes Raph kept his jaw relaxed and his tongue busy. The taste of bitter salt was thick and cloying and his body’s needs insistent enough that he finally let his cock drop, fisting it eagerly until he came with a low churr that rumbled through him, set off the man he held in his mouth. Another took his place and another and Raphael took care of them too, and then the door to the restroom groaned again and he was alone.
He unlatched his stall, stepped out, and adjusted his hat, tipping the brim low across his eye ridges. And then Raphael headed back out into the waning night, feeling at peace with himself, as satisfied as after a good night cracking skulls. He didn’t have all his answers but he had a start. And home was waiting, with a cold beer in the fridge, and tomorrow night and Casey would be sure to have a suitably violent or stupid movie for them to watch. For the moment, for Raphael, it was good to be a turtle.
Author/Artist:
dethoratsRating: R
Warnings: Brief reference to turtlecest, See Prompt
Prompt: TMNT - Raphael - anonymous sex/glory hole - "give in to your confusion"
Word count: 1044
Notes: Meant for June 18th. Sorry for the delay. Also, some refs to other TMNT pairings. Vague timeline.
Discretion was vital to a ninja. Silence, secrecy, misdirection, remaining nothing more than a shadow against the night. He’d been trained to it all of his life and though Raphael wasn’t exactly quiet or discrete with his family, he knew how to exercise it as well as any of his brothers. His inquiries had been few, a casual word here to April, an offhand comment to Donnie there, and his usual Friday nights with Casey had been established for so long that it was easy to escape the lair. Trench coat and fedora on, he’d muttered his usual “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ll be careful” to Leo on his way out and made sure to give Mikey a noogie as he’d passed the couch. Casey was his only stumbling block but his friend had only raised his goalie mask to study him and then grin, punching him in the arm as he headed for a fire escape.
“Hot date tonight?” The human’s voice was filled with good-natured teasing and Raphael gave him the three-fingered equivalent of the bird, amiably replying, “Yeah, with much better company than you, Jones,” before he disappeared over the side of the building. He didn’t notice Casey watching him head off deeper into the city nor the way the man’s eyes darkened behind the slits in his mask. Casey’s Louisville slugger didn’t survive the evening and the thugs he found had to pay a visit to the hospital before they could be taken into central booking.
Central Park at night had always made Raph’s skin crawl. Sure it was inside the city but the acres of trees never sat quite right with a turtle who was more at home on rooftops and in the sewers than with bushes and ponds. He pulled the collar of his coat higher as he walked briskly, hat low on his head so that his face was largely invisible. His obvious bulk served as a deterrent and the scant light glinted off of his sai like it would have off of a knife’s edge. No one approached him as he hurried down the concrete paths and he arrived at his destination to find it deserted.
The door to the men’s restroom creaked as he edged it open, loud against the muffled distant noises of New York’s streets. It was pitch black inside and he leaned against the inside of the door for a long moment, letting his vision adjust, picking up the scraps of light that came in through the narrow casements below the eaves. All three stall doors hung open and he padded forward slowly into the first one. His fingers slid along the dividing wall, finding the toilet paper holder and nothing more. In the middle stall he found it, a fist-sized hole edged with what felt like duct tape and hidden by another roll of toilet paper. His information had been correct.
For a split second he hesitated, torn between entering the final stall and heading back out into the night. It was crazy, what he was doing, and a waste of a good evening when there were criminal scumbags to bust. But he’d been thinking about it for far too long to back down now and Raphael was one ninja turtle who didn’t retreat, even strategically. Metal bounced off of concrete as he threw open the door to the last stall and stomped inside, the latch sliding home as he locked himself in.
The smooth concrete was cool against his skin as he settled on his knees, the position the same one he took for meditation. Raphael closed his eyes and waited, breathing slowly and deeply as he tried to quell his roiling thoughts. It was the best way to know, the easiest, and he was tired of feeling confused, of watching Mikey and Donnie getting friendly on the couch and envying them, of wishing Leo and Karai would figure things out already, of being left out and alone. He didn’t have anyone but part of the problem was that he wasn’t quite certain who he should want. But he would know after that night because he could hear footsteps and whispers and the door to the bathroom grated on its hinges as it was opened.
Raphael felt his pulse pick up and he worked hard to keep his breathing slow and even as a flashlight beam suddenly increased the amount of visible light in the bathroom. The door to the middle stall opened, latched, and Raph placed his palms against the divider. In the moment of truth there was no hesitation, only a sudden sharp hunger that coiled low in his belly as he leaned towards the hole and opened his mouth. Soft panting came from the second stall and Raphael pressed forward, mindful of his teeth and wondering if the awkward shape of his mouth, his lack of lips could be noticed. But his mutated anatomy didn’t seem to matter and soon enough liquid heat hit the back of his throat and he swallowed.
The center stall door opened, then closed again, and Raphael was ready. At some point more individuals crowded into the bathroom, lining up, and for the next forty minutes Raph kept his jaw relaxed and his tongue busy. The taste of bitter salt was thick and cloying and his body’s needs insistent enough that he finally let his cock drop, fisting it eagerly until he came with a low churr that rumbled through him, set off the man he held in his mouth. Another took his place and another and Raphael took care of them too, and then the door to the restroom groaned again and he was alone.
He unlatched his stall, stepped out, and adjusted his hat, tipping the brim low across his eye ridges. And then Raphael headed back out into the waning night, feeling at peace with himself, as satisfied as after a good night cracking skulls. He didn’t have all his answers but he had a start. And home was waiting, with a cold beer in the fridge, and tomorrow night and Casey would be sure to have a suitably violent or stupid movie for them to watch. For the moment, for Raphael, it was good to be a turtle.
