Curate, connect, and discover
This is a 2003 fic!
Lee: Mikey, Raph
Ler: Raph, Mikey
TW!: SWEARING!
"Raaaph, come read this with me!"
Raphael groaned to himself. Whatever weird as hell comic book his brother had, he did not want to have to read it too. The youngest called out again, and he cursed himself for having such a weakness for baby brothers. "Yeah, yeah. 'M comin', Mike."
Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the orange-clad turtle had in fact many different comics, all splayed out across the couch. The elder sighed, walking over and dropping himself beside his brother. "Hey! Don't sit on that! It's a limited edition!" Raph gave him a look, pulling the slightly crumpled paper from under him. The other whined, trying to smooth it out with his hands. "Your big butt ruined it!"
The sai-user rolled his eyes, reaching to pinch at his brother's side. "Oh relax. Who's even gonna care?" Mikey squeaked, dropping the book in his lap, and reaching to push the fingers away. "Ihi will! Stohop!"
The orange-themed turtle snatched his brother's hand away, yelping when it launched itself at him instead. He fought with the limb for a few moments, before darting his own out and shoving his fingers under the other's arm. "GHRK- Mikey.. if- ya dohon't stop, Ihi'll-" He shut his mouth, not trusting himself to keep his composure. Those few giggles spilling out were more than enough.
"Yohou did it first! HeHEY-" Raph had lurched forwards, pushing at the younger's arm before less than gently beginning to dig into his underarms. Mikey curled in on himself, desperately trying not to kick any special comics in his way. Apparently, the elder had noticed, swiping the comics away before attacking his sibling with more vigor.
"HAHAH! NOHO, WAHAHAIT RAHAPH!" Mikey shrieked, squirming around as the fingers dug harder under his arms. He made an attempt at squeezing the elder's side, succeeding in catching him off guard. Raph flinched back, one hand leaping to stop his brother, while the other still kept on tickling.
Mikey's legs kicked out, but he was able to gain back enough control of himself to reach up and start drilling into his brother's ribs. "Heheh- Yohour tuhuhurn!" Raph snorted, laughter following the sound closely. "Mihike. Dohon't SNRT- force myhy hand hehere.."
When the youngest didn't stop, the red-themed turtle resisted the urge to curl up, instead latching onto his brother's thighs. The nunchuck-user bucked, pulling away, but the grip on his legs prevented him from moving back too much.
"HAHAHAH! FAHACK, NOHOHO! KGHHEHEHEH!"
Raph only squeezed harder, sending the other into a fit of cackles. The older mutant was sure that he was winning, as someone literally wheezing from laughter most likely couldn't do anything. He was right for the most part. Mikey's hand fell from its place at the other's side, curling up into himself and hitting at the arms of his brother.
It seemed there wasn't any competition anymore, so Raph let his guard down, resituating himself more comfortably to continue wrecking the orange-clad. Mikey only squeaked, throwing his head back. He had pressed himself into the side of the couch, arching away from the attacking hands.
He peeked an eye open, seeing the extended arms of the elder reached over to tickle him. If he gave up, there was no way Raph would let him go any time soon. And he was speaking from experience..
Fighting the urge to move away and run, the younger pried his arms away from the protective stance they were in, digging into the elder's stomach. "GAHAHH!- QuihiHIT IHIT RIHIhight nohow.."
For all his ticklishness, Mikey still had the resistance to keep tickling- or so he thought.. Instead, he went crashing to the floor as the spot just above his knees were squeezed, landing straight on his ass- and on top of a big pile of his 'valuble books'. "Rahahaph!.. lohook what yohou did!"
The elder sighed, reaching an arm out to help his brother up. "Duhunno what'cher talkin' about.. I moved those so thehey wouldn't get all messed up. That's your fault 'fer fallin' on them."
Mikey whined, taking the hand and grabbing the comics, turning them over to assess the damage. "Noho! That's your fault for making me fall in the first place!"
"Ya mean squeal 'n fly off the couch like a baby? Sure." The orange-themed turtle shook his head, groaning. "No.. this one's ruined!" He flopped back onto the couch theatrically, setting the comic over his plastron. Raph just looked on in mild confusion. "Mikey, that looks just like it did two minutes ago.."
"No it doesn't! Look at that tear!"
"There's not a mark on that piece of paper.."
"That's what you think. The pain! The agony!"
"Don't be so dramatic..."