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Raph hadn’t meant for his teammates to see the marks on his shoulder, but he was changing after practice and the bite was so fresh that-
“YO TURTLE! Who took a bite out of you?” Raph can hardly contain the groan as his most nuisance of a teammate Mac uses his big mouth just like he does on the court. The rest of the guys turn with sleazy grins, low whistles, and a couple of slaps to the shell from the closer humans.
“Yeah yeah yeah, don’t look at them. They’re mine.” He grumbles, tugging his white shirt back on over his head, covering the dozen and dozens of bites he knows decorate his shoulders and collarbone areas with a tickle in his stomach. The turtle glares at the other boys as they start booing, throwing jerseys at him.
“Come on Raph! Tell us who managed to catch Batman’s attention! Tell us tell us tell us!” Mac does what he does best, annoy Raphael: grabbing the taller boy’s shoulders and shaking him roughly until the shaken boy breaks free. Raph ducks and spins around Mac, rolling his eyes at the boos again.
“No. I like my sex life private thank you.” Tossing his backpack on his shell, Raph stomps out of the locker room, ignorant of the gossip that was already spreading from his words.
By the next morning, the word was out and everyone was whispering as three turtles walked through the halls together. Raph rolls his eyes at the girl who looks at him before looking away sharply with a blush.
“Why is everyone looking at us? Do I have something on my shirt?” Leo’s high-toned voice starts to rise as the blue turtle obsesses over whether he has a stain or not.
“You are fine, Leo. We checked before we left the lair!” Mikey chirped, clapping his eldest brother on the shoulder. Mikey had spent fifteen minutes with Leo getting ready, helping the anxious turtle pick out clothes for the day. The shortest turtle glances around at the gazes, watching as people’s eyes lock onto Raph. “Raph, did you beat someone up after practice last night? Not cool dude.”
“What?! No! Why do you say that?” Raph squawks loudly, looking around for a black and blue face that his brother was blaming him for. He sees a crowd of people, all glancing at his before turning back to whisper amongst themselves, and in the middle of the gossiping teens stood-
“For fucks sake,” Raph grumbles, making his way to the pain in his side Mac. Standing in the middle of the gossiping teens was Mac’s tall lanky form as he laughed with some cheerleader, unaware of the rage he was the subject of. “MAC!”
The tall junior leaps at the call of his name, fear filling his brown eyes quickly as the turtles approach them, led by a steaming red-coded turtle. “Raph! My man! What’s up?”
Mac barely had the words on his lips as his teammate pins him against the wall, loud bangs echoing through the hallway as it goes silent.
“What did you do?” Raph was not in the mood for some small talk, wanting to get to the bottom of Mac’s crap already. He had been up late talking with someone and he was still sore from practice yesterday and they had a game tonight and-
“I TOLD PEOPLE ABOUT HOW YOU GOT A CHICK YOU BANGING!” Mac cries out, his legs kicking as he hovers in the air by his jacket and Raph’s fists. The turtle rolls his eyes, dropping the human with a scoff. He takes a few steps back, looking around at the other students in the hall.
“Stop looking at me, and stop talking about my sex life. It is weird.” Raph heads down the hall to his freshman English class, leaving behind a confused crowd and an even more confused set of turtles who can only share a shrug before going to their classes. The warning bell rings loudly as it breaks the frozen crowd, sending kids scurrying into classrooms with whispers of what they had witnessed.
Would Raph hope that would be the end of it? Yes. Would it? No.
Donnie had gotten to school early that morning, having an early morning anime club meeting to discuss the newest episode of Jujutsu Kaisen: He had already been in class when the warning bell rang out and sent waves of kids into the classroom. He usually ignores the others for his phone, texting some meme to Firework when he feels eyes on him. Looking up from the device, locking it with ease, Donnie’s eyes see around 18 other students looking at him with the weirdest expressions.
“Uhhh, hello guys? How can I help you?” Donnie draws out, looking around with an inquisitive look.
“What can you tell me about your brother’s girlfriend?” Some blonde girl, Donnie thought her name was Amber or Amy, has her arms crossed over her chest as a pout plants itself on her face. The turtle raises an eyebrow ridge with a scoff.
“What girlfriend? Mikey is too busy making jokes, Leo is a simp for April we all know that, and Raph is too agro for one.” The nerd counts off, chuckling at the idea of Leo with a girlfriend and of Raph with a girl. ‘My Raph? With a girl? HA!’
“Uh, Mac and the whole basketball team saw a bunch of bites on Raph yesterday after practice. He told them to stay out of his sex life.” Another classmate, a boy who was kinda obsessed with Donnie, looks gleeful as he tells Donnie about the marks that decorate Rapheal’s pretty skin. It was all he could do to stop himself from growling at the thought of Mac seeing the love marks on his Raph.
“Oh? Really?” Donnie grits his teeth, trying to get through this conversation without getting too pissed off. The other kids don’t notice his rising anger and continue to tell the tale.
“And! This morning right before the bell, everyone was watching your brothers and Mac had a group around him talking!”
“That’s when Raph walks up to him and PICKS UP MAC! And yells at him about what did he do!”
“And that’s when Mac confessed to his crimes of gossiping and rumor milling.”
They had all talked over each other but by the time the starting bell rang loudly, the group had forgotten that Donnie had ever been in their conversation as he sat silently in his seat, stewing over his thoughts. With a quick text, Donnie raises his hand politely.
“Ms. Taylor, can I be excused? I need to use the restroom?”
‘Come to the closet. Now.’
Raph looks down at the text on his cell, biting his lip shyly as he rereads the message. He was halfway to the closet, an old janitor’s closet that had been empty when they had found it months ago. He and his partner had set up a nice little room for their meetups. The tall turtle has a little hop to his step as he gets closer to the door, hand reaching for the handle as the door is yanked open. Raph can hardly stop the squeak that comes from his mouth as a green hand yanks him inward, the older turtle spinning as Donnie pins him against the door.
“So I heard they saw my marks on you.” Raph shivers as he feels the nerd’s hands tight on his wrists against the door, the skinny leg forcing its way between his thick thighs and against his quickly swelling slit. The elder brother churrs, melting into Donnie’s touch with ease.
“I-Uh didn’t mean to-” Raph sputters out, stopping with a coo as his littlest brother presses kisses against his neck, teeth barely sinking into his skin as Donnie explores what is his.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad. Just wanna make sure you know who you belong to, right my pretty firework?” Donnie’s voice cracks slightly as he murmurs against Raph’s lush green skin. His teeth press a small circle of red against the muscle underneath. The younger turtle slowly rubs his jean-covered thigh against Raph’s basketball shorts, grinning at the gasp that the jock let out. Red mask bangs against the door as a wet spot forms on his shorts, soaking through to Donnie’s jeans. “Awww is my Firework wet for me already?”
“Mhmm, Dee.” Raph whines, hips twitching against his brother’s thigh with needing desire. Donnie tsks softly at the bigger turtle, pulling away his thigh before pushing Raph to the floor. The big boy looks up from his knees, purple eyes locking onto Don’s with the biggest puppy dog gloss and a whimper.
“Aww baby, don’t have time to fuck you now. Blow me and I’ll make sure to fuck you so good tonight, Raphie.” Donnie had the words barely out his mouth before Raph had his hands at the standing turtle’s buckle, undoing the jeans with ease. He pushes them down around skinny knees before locating his prize. The hothead gives soft kitten licks to the wet slit in front of him, tongue dipping in teasingly. A groan slips Donnie’s hand-covered mouth as his cock drops into the cold air, quickly being slurped up by Raph’s eager mouth.
“Chill Raph, you will get your treat.” Donnie coos, watching as the jock swallows him down to the base, groaning with the tongue dancing against sensitive skin and heated flesh. Raph hollows his cheeks, sucking hard around the throbbing cock in his mouth. He pushes deeper, trying to take the cock deeper into his throat. The purple-banded turtle groaned loudly as a tight vice grip squeezed around him, watching a bulge form in Raph’s beautiful throat.
‘Gosh, he’s so pretty, I wonder if he would let me dress him up as Sailor Moon, ooo! Or him as Edward.’ Donnie thinks to himself, using his grip on the knot of Raph’s mask to slowly pull the elder off his cock before forcing him down fast. The youngest’s red eyes watch with a lust-filled glance, fucking his cock in and out of the tight wet heat with increasing speed. The nerd chases his high, carving his mark into the elder’s vocal cords with no remorse. The youngest hardly had any warning as quickly, the band of pleasure deep in his gut grew faster than he could handle.
“F-fuck, Firework, gonna cum on you. O-open widee~.” The words were hardly out of Donnie’s mouth before Raph had yanked back, jaw dropped wide as cum spurts from Donnie’s cocktip. Thick hot ropes of cum coat his face and tongue as Donnie thrusts his hips against the elder’s face to mark him with his scent more.
With duel sets of panting, Donnie and Raph lock eyes: cum starts to drip into the purple eyes. Raph reaches to wipe the cum from his face as Donnie grips the bandana knot tighter, yanking the elder to face him. Raph looks at him with an inquisitive glance, a smile appearing as Donnie pulls his cell phone out.
“Let me take a picture, my pretty Firework,” Donnie requests, even though they both know that Raph would say anything for Donnie. The youngest turtle snaps a picture of Raph: the red-coded turtle covered in cum on his face, tongue out licking at Donnie’s thick cock as he holds Donnie’s arm closer.
“You are mine,” Donnie whispers, yanking his big brother up for a messy kiss, moaning into it with glee. The elder kisses back with enthusiasm, whimpering as his baby brother pulls away.
“We gotta clean up and get to class, Firework. Let's clean you up.”
With a heavy heart, Raph lets Donnie wipe his face clean of cum and sweat. The two work sufficiently, working quickly to get back to class. Donnie looks around the room with a quick nod, turning to Raph with a grin. The eldest goes to speak when he is interrupted by a hot steamy kiss, pushing him against the door that started it all. Donnie pulls away with a loud pop, smirking at the breathless Rapheal.
“Here, after practice. Be fast.” Donnie ends his warning with another fiery kiss, leaving the room with ease and ninja speed. Raph blinks once. Then twice. He sighs as he melts onto the floor. What good is class when he could think about Donnie’s hands on him, of Donnie’s cock deep in his slit, filling him so good and so full.
‘I love him so much.’ The hothead’s final thoughts to himself before allowing himself to slip into his dark and dirty dreams.