Title: Turtle Fore
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairing: Casey/Raphael
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: Fan FlashWorks 313: Iron
Word Count: 837
Date Written: 5 October 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Casey's not letting Raphael go.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.








"MAN, I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! IT NEVER FAILS! IT NEVER FUCKING FAILS!" Raphael sneered at him, then threw his hands up in disgust, turned his shell on him, and began to walk away.

"HEY! DON'T YOU WALK OFF ON ME!" But he did have a point, Casey knew. He was always hitting on the women who knew were not going to be interested in him. There was still a part of him that thought he had to keep his team fooled into believing he was straight and just looking to score on the dating field too.

He didn't need or want any women, but that didn't matter, not when the man he did want had caught him flirting on some broad who'd been eating him up. That didn't usually happen. Usually they just slapped his face and stalked away, but of course, Raphael didn't know that. Casey tried not to flirt when the Turtles were around, and usually succeeded -- or so he'd thought. Clearly, Raphael had seen him put his failing moves on more than one dame. He didn't want any of them, however, and the only one he did want was pissed off at him and about to be out of sight. Worst of all, Casey knew, that if Raphael ever decided he was done with him, he wouldn't be able to find the ninja again no matter how hard he tried.

"DAMN IT! DON'T RUN AWAY FROM ME, RAPHAEL!"

Raphael flipped him off and kept stalking. He'd soon be out of sight. Casey quickly considered his options. He raced forward but knew he wouldn't be able to catch him. He drew an iron out of his golf bag and reached with all his strength and agility. He barely managed to hook its end around the tip of Raphael's shell.

Raph kept trying to walk, but the iron held him in place. He started cussing and turned, grabbing the iron, but Casey had used the scant minutes to catch him. "Don't be mad," he tried pleading, but Raphael swung. He ducked the first punch, but the second caught him square in the jaw. He'd be black and blue tomorrow, probably barely able to talk, but right now, there were more important matters on his mind.

He caught Raph's other fist in his hand, then swiftly closed the distance between them before the furious snapping turtle could do it the hard way. Instead of hitting him, he kissed his lips to his green beak. When Raphael tried to snap away and start cussing again, Casey pressed harder. He kissed him with all the pent up passion and heat he'd been saving just for him, blatantly ignoring his snickering brothers.

"It is moonlighting all over again," Mikey muttered to which Donatello agreed. Leo laughed. It was all in good nature, but Casey knew Raphael -- and knew their comments were only going to piss their brother off more.

"Please don't be mad," he murmured, lifting his lips from Raph's beak.

"Don't be mad? DON'T BE MAD?! You try to get a whore in the bed, and then hook me with a fucking iron club when I get pissed -- rightfully so!" Raphael swung again, but once more Casey blocked him. This time he released Raph's shell and darted around him.

"It didn't hurt you, did it?" he asked, gingerly touching Raphael's shell.

Raph paused. Nobody had ever touched his shell the way Casey was now doing. He never would have thought any one would, let alone a handsome human who clearly had more guts than brain. Something deep within his plastron shivered delightfully. He ducked his head, secretly planning on killing all three of his brothers later when they hooted and hollered.

"'Course not," he grumbled, flexing his fingers. He should hit Casey. He deserved a good couple of throws.

"Hit me later," Casey whispered as though he could read Raph's mind. "Right now," he continued, putting his golf club up in its bag and taking both of Raph's hands in his, "let's get out of here."

"And go where?" Raphael demanded.

Casey shrugged. "The rooftops, outside of the city, the port. Does it really matter?"

"'Course it does. Why the Hell would I go anywhere with you?"

"Because," Casey firmly met his gaze, "you want me as badly as I do you, and it's past time we did something about it."

Raphael's mouth fell open. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. "Fine," he ground out between teeth that clenched tighter when his brothers screeched with laughter. "YOU IDIOTS BETTER SHUT UP OR I'LL TELL APRIL TOMORROW YOU ALL THREE WANNA FUCK HER AND THEN NEUTER THE TWO SHE DOESN'T WANT!"

Michelangelo cupped the back of his domed head and started moon walking. He whistled for a moment before bragging, "I guess that means you two are getting neutered."

Leo and Donnie immediately started wailing on him while Raphael tugged on Casey's hands. True to the Turtle's ninja spirit, they vanished into the night.

The End