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Chapter List
- 1-The End Justifies
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23 Final
- 10
- 11
- 12
The End Justifies

part 11
            “So Donny, what’s going on with you and Raph?” Mikey asked with his usual abruptness.
            The two of them were seated on the dojo floor doing open legged partner stretches. Mikey sprang the question just as Don was leaning back and pulling his little brother. Startled by the sudden inquiry, Don yanked Mikey’s arms a bit too suddenly and Mikey yelped.
            “S . . . sorry bro’,” Don stuttered.
            He eased up on Mikey’s arms and waited for his brother to tap his hand to indicate that he was done. Mikey counted a silent ten and then they slowly began to switch positions.
            “What did you mean by that question?” Don asked, quickly recovering his senses. If Mikey knew anything concrete, he wouldn’t be prying.
            “You know, this new ‘Raph is my best buddy’ vibe you have going,” Mikey said. “It’s been a couple of days since you hit the town with him; now it seems like you guys are attached at the hip.”
            “I could ask the same of you and Leo,” Don said, taking the counteroffensive approach. “The two of you are spending a lot more time together.”
            “Don’t change the subject,” Mikey said, not so easily put off. “Our time is spent on normal routine stuff; you go off to do the caveman thing with Raph and Casey and when you come back the two of you are practically trading shells.”
            They changed positions once more. “I can’t hang out with my own brother without causing a riot?” Don asked.
            Mikey lifted his head to look at Don. “Dude, you can do anything you want so long as you don’t set off Leo’s radar. He’s positive something’s wrong.”
            Don’s mouth went dry and he stalled for time by grunting through his stretch as Mikey pulled him forward.
            “That makes no sense, Mikey,” Don finally said.
            “I’ve tried telling him that,” Mikey said. “But he says he’s getting a strange vibe from Raph. Nothing like, weird happened that night you guys went out, did it?”
            “No!” Don’s temper flared suddenly and then he quickly lowered his voice as he saw Leo glance at them. “I ran around with Casey and Raph one night. I wish everyone would stop freaking out about it.”
            “Maybe we would if you weren’t starting to behave just a little like the hot tempered member of the family,” Mikey said with a grin. “Don’t think I ever remember you snapping my head off over a simple question.”
            Don lowered his face between his arms as Mikey pulled him. He had to remember that any change of behavior would be immediately noticed by his younger brother.
            “I’m sorry Mikey,” Don said as he straightened. “I’m being overly sensitive about the subject because I finally feel like I’m connecting with Raph. Isn’t that why you’ve gotten so close to Leo? And don’t tell me it’s all normal routine stuff. You accuse me of having a temper, but you’ve started acting like Leo’s watch dog.”
            “Dude, I am not Leo’s watch dog,” Mikey protested.
            “No?” Don decided it would be a good time to push Mikey off target. “Didn’t he ask you to talk to me? You know he already did, don’t you? Is he trying to turn you into his top interrogator?”
            “He didn’t ask me to talk to you,” Mikey said. “I just saw this was bothering him and I wanted to help.”
            Don nodded. “But I could so easily read something much more insidious into that, Mikey. See how something so simple can get twisted around? Leo is having his usual qualms about Raph’s need to be out from under big brother’s thumb. My wanting to prove to you guys that I can take care of myself made Leo worry that another of his brothers is trying to break away. I’m not trying to break away, Mikey.”
            Mikey smiled hugely. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. One Raph in the lair is enough.”
            “I’d really have to agree with you on that one,” Don said with a laugh.
            Throughout practice part of Don’s mind was elsewhere. He was going over the past couple of days in his head, looking for any slips he might have made that would have sent Mikey into bloodhound mode.
            Don had little interaction with Raph the day after their interlude in Casey’s apartment. They had watched a football game together and Mikey had commented on it, but that had seemed innocuous enough.
            He didn’t think Mikey had seen Don’s mad dash to his room after the panic attack over the tube of lubricant, because his brother would have mentioned that much sooner.
            The following day Don and Raph had spent most of the morning and afternoon in the garage together. Raph’s motorcycle needed a tune up and there were some issues with the truck’s engine that Raph offered to help with.
            That wasn’t unusual either; Raph had a unique grasp of mechanics and often helped keep the motorized vehicles in running order.
            During the evening, Don had skipped spending time in his lab in favor of sharing the couch and a televised wrestling match with his red banded sibling. That had to be what set Mikey’s nose to twitching.
            Don didn’t like wrestling; in fact, he abhorred it. Unlike the sweet science of boxing, wrestling was all about theatrics, acrobatics and an ongoing weekly soap opera. Raph liked the physical displays and argued that the wrestlers had unique talent. Don argued that it was all fake and it was hard for him to see past that.
            The two of them had heated discussions on the topic over the years and in the end, while Raph watched his wrestling, Don stomped off to someplace where he didn’t have to look at fat men in tights.
            To Mikey, seeing Don placidly sitting on the couch next to Raph and apparently not only watching, but enjoying wrestling must have set off all sorts of warning flags.
            Donatello needed to be a lot more cautious.
            Venturing past the dojo later that afternoon, Don pulled up short at the sound of Raph’s voice. Another quickly followed and Don recognized it as belonging to his oldest brother.
            “I’m not trying to start an argument. I’m simply . . . concerned,” Leo said.
            “You’ve already asked me about that night, Leo. In fact, ya’ haven’t done much except bug me about it,” Raph said. “I’ll tell ya’ what I’ve been telling ya’ and then I want ya’ ta drop it ‘cause you’re really pissing me off. We caught up with the Dragons exactly where Casey’s informant said they’d be. We stopped them from committing a crime. Don kicked some serious shell and we all walked away. Period, end of discussion.”
            A short pause included the sound of something hitting the floor, probably dropped there by Raph.
            “Don’t leave, Raph,” Leo said in a harsher tone. “Normally, I wouldn’t ask so many questions about your adventures with Casey. I don’t care for some of the chances you take, but you already know that, and you also know I don’t try to stop you because I know that you need that outlet. This time I feel like something else happened; something that you and Don are trying to cover up.”
            “Holy shit Leo!” Raph yelled. “Why the fuck would I care what you thought about anything that might have gone down? We didn’t kill anyone, we didn’t get seen by the cops, and all three of us left under our own steam. What the shell has crawled up your ass over this?”
            “Why did you look like you were in pain during practice day before yesterday?” Leo asked abruptly.
            Silence. Don found his legs wouldn’t hold him and leaned against the wall next to the open door, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for Raph’s answer. If he told the truth, Leo would know everything; Don was absolutely sure the leader would have an intuitive leap of total understanding.
            “Is that what’s bugging ya’?” Raph asked. “Ya’ suddenly got worries about me being in pain?”
            Hands clenched into fists, Don held his breath. He could feel the nervous perspiration rising on his skin. Raph couldn’t get out of answering; Leo was using his most insistent voice.
            “I have worries about you being injured,” Leo stressed.
            Raphael laughed. “I finally get it. Ya’ think I got hurt during that fight with the Purple Dragons don’t ya’?”
            “I think the fight was worse than either you or Don will admit to and that you were injured, yes,” Leo answered. “I think the two of you are hiding that fact and I believe I know why.”
            Don could almost see Raph’s narrowed eyes. The hot headed brother wouldn’t want Leo to think he’d been hurt during a fight; he was going to have to admit to the drunken episode in Casey’s apartment. That would lead Leo straight to Don.
            “Go ahead and tell me why, since this is your fantasy,” Raph said.
            “I think you were saving Don,” Leo said. “I think he got distracted and you had to jump in to rescue him.”
            Don’s breathe caught, his sudden indignation overriding the fear that had been there earlier. All of it, the questions from Leo, Mikey’s sneaky interrogation, the constant barrage of inquiry that Raph had been subjected to, was because Leonardo believed Don was incompetent in a fight.
            “Put your mind at rest, Leo. I didn’t get hurt and I didn’t have ta save Donny,” Raph snapped. “As a matter of fact, he really didn’t leave enough Dragons for me or Casey. Are we done with this now? ‘Cause I got better things ta do than argue with ya’.”
            As fast as he could, Don dashed away from the door and made a dive for the kitchen. A split second later Raph stormed past.
            Raph had followed his usual philosophy when dealing with Leo of not answering his direct questions. Don should have known he wouldn’t, especially as Leo was becoming slightly insufferable with regards to that night out.
            Don knew his hot headed brother well enough to guess what Raph was likely to do when darkness fell. Grabbing a few bottles of water from the refrigerator, Don checked to make sure no one was around, and hurried back to his lab with them.
            Locking himself inside, the uppermost thought in Don’s head was a sudden, overwhelming need for Raph. It had been three days and two nights since Don had marked Raph as his. Two long nights. Don couldn’t wait another night; somehow Raphael had to be made to stay at home.
            Raph was in a good mood at dinner time. Sitting next to Mikey, the two of them were passing wise cracks back and forth, some so ribald that Master Splinter would cut in to admonish them. Leo ate his meal in silence, his eyes watchful as they remained, for the most part, focused on Raph.
            Don also watched Raph, though he tried not to appear quite so obvious about it. He would periodically add a comment to whatever the two younger siblings were discussing so that there was an excuse for him to be looking in their direction.
            When Leo wasn’t looking at Raph his eyes turned to the purple banded turtle. Don could feel Leo’s eyes on him and he made sure to look up and smile at his brother when that occurred. Inside he was still angry that Leo had such little respect for his abilities.
            “Hey Don,” Mikey called, grabbing his brother’s attention. “What are those things you plugged in all over the lair called again?”
            “Diffusers,” Don said. “Specifically, cat pheromone diffusers. I had April buy them for me and I picked them up from her last night. They’re supposed to help with Klunk’s stress levels and overall health. Maybe they’ll stop him from throwing up so much.”
            Mikey shook his head. “I didn’t even know he was doing that.”
            “Well, I cleaned up after him a couple of times already. He seems to be particularly fond of my lab,” Don told him. “The website said that’s a signal that a normally healthy cat is stressed in some way, especially one that has no companions. The diffusers remove some of that anxiety.”
            Mikey shrugged. “Okay Donny, whatever works. You’re the genius.”
            “Ya’ think they make Mikey diffusers? It’d be great ta find something that’d calm him down,” Raph joked.
            Don chuckled as Mikey responded to Raph’s jibe in a predictable manner. Those diffusers served another purpose entirely and were worth the money he had scrounged up to pay for them.
            The cat pheromones completely threw off Master Splinter’s sense of smell. It would work as well with his brothers, but for Don the most important nose to remove from the equation was his father’s. Being near Raph or even accidentally brushing against him now brought on an almost overwhelming rush of desire, and he didn’t want to worry about someone smelling his arousal.
            Don was in the kitchen helping Mikey clear away the dinner things when he heard Leo say, “Not tonight Raph. That’s a bad idea.”
            Drying his hands, Don stepped into the kitchen doorway and saw the pair facing each other. Master Splinter had already gone back to his room; no doubt this argument had been held until their aging sensei was out of earshot.
            “I haven’t been out in two nights, Leo. I think that’s enough time for the Purple Dragons ta calm down over what we did ta them the other night. They ain’t gonna be looking for us anymore than usual ‘cause they ain’t got that kind of attention span,” Raph growled.
            Knowing exactly how this conversation would end, Don tossed the towel onto the back of a chair and slid unseen past the two.
            As he entered the elevator that would take him to the garage, Don heard Leo say, “You have to stop underestimating your opponents, Raph.”
            Don was making a guess about Raph’s next move and he hoped he was right. The thought of Raph leaving the lair and being out of his sight was intolerable. Now that Raph belonged to him, the only one who should be directing Raph’s actions was Don.
            And he had a much better method of doing that than Leo or even their Father.
            Moving quickly over to Raph’s bike, Don tinkered with the engine for a moment before hurrying over to his workbench. He then yanked open the back of the water heater they’d found on the last junkyard run and reached for the box that held his set of screwdrivers.
            His nerves were on edge and his hand was shaking enough to knock the box onto the floor, scattering his tools in different directions. Standing completely still for a moment, Don closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and centered himself.
            Raph was no doubt fighting with Leo. Raph wanted to go out; Leo didn’t want him to go out. The argument was almost comical in its consistency throughout the years because Raph would end up leaving no matter what Leo said.
            Having calmed himself, Don knelt on the floor and began picking up his tools. A moment later he heard the elevator.
            Don saw Raph’s legs as they strode past him, making straight for the shell cycle. Remaining where he was, Don heard his brother grumbling under his breath and then the sound of the key being turned in the ignition.
            Instead of the roar of a motor, there was silence. Raph cursed out loud, followed by the sound of his helmet hitting the floor. A second later, Don heard his brother walking towards the worktables.
            Standing up with a handful of screwdrivers, Don’s eyes met a pair of very angry golden ones.
            “Hey Raph, what are you . . . .” Don began.
            “My fucking bike won’t start,” Raph snapped.
            Don carefully set his tools down. “Let me look at it, okay? It was running perfectly yesterday.”
            “I know that; I was right here remember?” Raph snarled at him, angry over his argument with Leo and ready to take it out on anyone who got in his way.
            The aggressive posture, wild glowing eyes, bared teeth and clenched fists were almost too much for Don. He struggled to repress the urge to knock Raph down with something, anything, and fuck him as he lay unconscious on the garage floor.
            That image followed Don over to the shell cycle and stayed with him as he squatted next to it and opened the cover over the engine. Raph’s pacing didn’t help; from his position, Don had an excellent view of Raph’s ass.
            “Going for a fast ride to get the sound of Leo’s voice out of your ears?” Don asked carefully as he probed the bikes engine.
            Raph stopped and glared down at Don, who didn’t see it because he was focusing on the engine. Then the phrasing of the question reached him and he crossed his arms over his plastron as he watched Don work.
            “Yeah actually,” Raph finally answered. “The sound of the motor, other traffic noises; ya’ know, city sounds. They wash Leo’s shit out of my head.”
            “He should know by now that every time you go out you come back in one piece,” Don remarked lightly. “It’s funny, but Leo is the only one of us who has taken unnecessary chances topside. Remember when he was going to jump into the middle of an army of Foot ninja?”
            “He would’ve done it too, if we hadn’t grabbed his ass at the last minute,” Raph said, slightly smug at the memory.
            Don didn’t mention the time they’d had to stop Raph from leading invisible Foot tech ninjas back to the lair after he’d escaped Hun’s clutches. His goal was to calm Raph enough so that he’d play into Don’s hands.
            “Or when Leo went off to meet Saki without telling anyone?” Don asked.
            Raph nodded. “He seriously got the wool pulled over his eyes on that one. Nearly got us all killed over it too.”
            “I find it interesting that he wants to dictate our actions to us when he really hasn’t shown a great deal of common sense himself,” Don said.
            Standing, he walked over to the small refrigerator and dug out two bottles of water. Tossing one to Raph, Don twisted the cap off his and took a long drink before returning to his position next to the bike.
            Raph opened his bottle without looking at it, his face screwed up in thought.
            “You’re right, Donny. Ya’ know I never would have thought you’d be the one ta understand where I’m coming from,” Raph said. “I figured you’d end up being a mini-Leo.”
            “Hey, thanks a lot,” Don said in protest.
            Raph laughed. “Nah, ya’ know what I’m saying. Ya’ were always so mellow and Mikey was the loud, rambunctious one. I figured he’d be like me, not wanting Leo trying ta hold him back.”
            “I’m a scientist, Raph. I don’t like to work with constraints,” Don said. “The more limitations Leo places on me, the harder it is for me to find the freedom to do my job.”
            “I guess I never looked at it that way,” Raph said, taking a swig of water. “Makes sense though. I still don’t get Mikey.”
            “He is probably the most unlike Leo personality wise,” Don said. “But the way they think is very similar. They’re both strategists and planners, although Mikey usually uses his gifts for personal gain,” Don said with a laugh.
            Lifting his water bottle, Don took another long pull on it. From the corner of his eye, he could see Raph do likewise.
            “Mikey . . . Mikey gets away with stuff too,” Raph said, his verbal delivery slowing just a bit. “Turtle Titan. Pfft!”
            He drained the last of his water and tossed the bottle towards the trash barrel. It bounced off the rim and landed on the floor.
            Raph glared at it for a moment; then turned his head back towards Don.
            “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Leo tell Mikey he couldn’t go out and try to be a super hero,” Don said, his eyes glued to Raph.
            “Nah, Leo encourages that little shit,” Raph said just before rubbing a hand across his face.
            Don shut the engine cover and stood up. “I found the problem; it’s a worn connection. I’ll have to put a new one on; probably take a half hour.”
            Raph waved a hand in the air. “Whatever,” he said, before lifting his fingers in front of his face and wiggling them.
            “You look tired,” Don said in a low, well-modulated tone.
            “Tired,” Raph repeated and then shook his head.
            “Maybe you should lie down and take a nap,” Don suggested in the same mesmerizing tone.
            Raph nodded. “Can’t ride. Might as well take a nap.”
            “Go to your room Raph,” Don said. “If anyone asks you anything, you tell them you’re tired and you want to sleep.”
            “’M tired and I wanna go to sleep,” Raph said. “Fuck off, Leo.”
            Don covered an involuntary giggle. “Exactly. Leo can’t tell you when to sleep.”
            “Leo can get bent,” Raph said as he entered the elevator.
            When he was gone, Don quickly replaced the part he’d taken out of the shell cycle and then retrieved Raph’s empty water bottle. Pouring the rest of his own water into the bottle, Don swished it around and then poured the remnants into the floor drain.
            He then pushed both bottles into the middle of the pile of garbage in his trash barrel.
            Don waited in the garage for three quarters of an hour. It was difficult; he wanted nothing more than to immediately follow Raph into his room, but he couldn’t draw attention to himself. Instead he tried to concentrate on some minor repairs that needed to be done.
            He couldn’t focus. No matter how hard he tried to pull his mind away from the earlier enticing view of Raph’s ass, he couldn’t manage it. Don knew that he wasn’t going to be able to fuck Raph tonight; not this soon, not after Leo mentioned having noticed that Raph was moving in a funny way.
            There were other pleasurable things that Raph could be made to do and Don meant to have some fun with his compliant brother. Anticipating that was making him anxious and Don couldn’t let that emotion get the better of him yet. He still had to make it through the gauntlet of his other siblings.
            When he felt enough time had passed, Don took the elevator down to the lair. The first thing he did when he stepped out was to locate Leonardo and Michelangelo.
            Leo was seated on the couch and turned his head when he heard the elevator doors open. Mikey came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of popcorn.
            “Movie night, dude,” Mikey announced. “Pull up a chair.”
            “What are you guys watching?” Don asked, trying to appear nonchalant.
            “Something called ‘The Guardian’,” Leo answered. “It’s supposed to be action packed.”
            “It is, I’ve seen it,” Don lied. “I have some notes I need to catch up on, so I’ll pass on watching it again. You guys enjoy.”
            “More popcorn for me,” Mikey chortled, leaping over the back of the couch and bouncing onto the cushions next to Leo.
            Once Don was in his room, he opened a program on his laptop and turned up the volume. The sound of someone tapping a keyboard filled the space and he smiled to himself at his own ingenuity.
            From the hiding place where he kept duplicate keys, Don got out the one for Raph’s room. It would be very inconvenient for him to discover that Raph had locked his door.
            Don made sure that his brothers were fully engrossed in their movie before leaving his room. He locked the door and stood listening, delighted that the recording could be heard in the passageway.
            Moving silently, he reached Raph’s room unnoticed and tried the knob. The door was unlocked.
            “Deja vu,” Don whispered after he stepped inside and secured the door after him.
            Moving over to the stereo, Don switched it on, happy when the heavy metal sounds of one of Raph’s cd’s bounced out at him.
            Raph was lying on his hammock, apparently sound asleep. Don clenched his hands together as he walked up next to his brother and looked into his face.
            “Raph,” Don said, using the same low and even tone he’d commanded Raph with earlier.
            Raph’s head rolled on his pillow and he mumbled something unintelligible.
            “Raphael.” Don spoke a little more strongly this time, lifting a hand and patting the side of Raph’s face.
            Raph’s eyelids danced upwards but his eyes were unfocused. For a moment Don wondered if he’d miscalculated the amount of his drug compound that needed to be mixed in water.
            Slapping Raph’s cheek a couple of times, Don said, “Wakey, wakey.”
            This time Raph’s eyelids snapped open and he stared at Don. “What’s wrong?” Raph asked.
            “Get up, we have things to do,” Don told him.
            Raph sat up slowly and slid out of his hammock. Standing with both feet firmly planted on the floor, he looked as though he wasn’t sure what to do next.
            Don placed a hand on his brother’s broad shoulder and slid it down along a muscular bicep.
            “Don?” Raph asked; confused by the way Don was touching him.
            “You have the most amazing body structure,” Don said, almost purring. “Such solid, well defined musculature. Watching you strain and fight, seeing the veins pop out along your skin; it does things to me Raph. It makes me want you in ways that brothers don’t normally want one another.”
            “You’re confusin’ the shit out of me,” Raph said slowly, clearly making an effort to form the words.
            It didn’t matter, fast or slow the sound of Raph’s voice sent shivers down Donatello’s spine. Raph’s voice and his mouth.
            Placing a hand on each of Raph’s shoulders, Don said, “Kneel down Raph.”
            “Tell me what the fuck is goin’ . . . .” Raph began.
            Don punched him in the stomach, hard enough to be felt through his plastron. Raph grabbed his middle, his breath rushing out, his eyes wide and staring into Don’s face.
            “You don’t talk,” Don said. “Kneel down.”
            The pain was immediately forgotten as Don’s words started echoing in Raph’s head. His knees bent and buckled, hitting the floor with a thud.
            Don stepped close to him and began stroking the top of his head. “Such a good boy. I’m going to reward you, Raph. You deserve a treat. Lick me here.”
            Raph’s face was nearly touching Don’s lower plastron, and Don pointed at his slit. Toying with his brother had already started to harden his cock; he wanted Raph to do the rest.
            Hands still holding his stomach, Raph tipped forward slightly and his tongue snaked out of his mouth. Very slowly he painted a long, wet stripe along the softer cartilage in Don’s plastron.
            Don felt the warmth of Raph’s tongue touch his shaft and his legs shook. He was breathing heavily now, his cock expanding and begging for more.
            “Wrap your hands around my thighs, Raph,” Don ordered and then shivered at Raph’s rough touch. “Good, so good. Lick me again Raph; keep licking until my cock touches your lips.”
            Holding Raph’s head lightly with the fingertips of both hands, Don guided his brother forward. Quivering with delight, Don watched as Raph licked the spot hiding his cock, each wet stroke urging Don’s dick further into the open.
            Don finally couldn’t take it anymore and his cock tumbled out; hard and throbbing with need.
            Raph began trying to pull his head away, his drugged consciousness beginning to recognize and understand Don’s purpose. Don’s light hold on his head kept him from moving and Raph’s hands betrayed his efforts; they maintained a tight hold on Don’s thighs.
            “Time for your treat, Raph. Open wide,” Don said, following the words with a light giggle.
            He felt almost giddy with power as Raph’s mouth opened reluctantly. Too aroused to worry about finesse, Don thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in Raph’s mouth.
            Raph gurgled as the tip of Don’s dick hit the back of his throat and he reflexively pulled back. Tightening his hold on Raph’s head, Don slid his cock far enough out so as not to set off Raph’s gag response.
            “Close your mouth around it, Raph. Close your mouth and use your tongue,” Don churred lowly, his eyes half closed as the heat of his brothers mouth surrounded his cock.
            Moving his hips in a careful rhythm, Don fucked Raph’s mouth. It felt fantastic; especially each time Raph’s tongue lifted to caress the underside of his shaft.
            Raph’s hands slid upwards along Don’s thighs, his knuckles grazing Don’s ass as the red banded turtle grasped around for something that would offer him leverage. Don liked that feeling too; he knew Raph didn’t have the strength to pull himself up but his groping hands told the story of his fight.
            Excited at the idea that Raph was continuing to struggle even as Don’s cock was thrusting into his hot, wet mouth, Don began to peak. Holding Raph’s head in a solid grip, his hips sped up and instinct overwhelmed prudence as he slammed himself deeper into Raph’s gullet.
            Raph began fighting harder as his oxygen was cut off. Scrabbling for a hold, he grabbed Don’s tail.
            Don threw his head back and bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out as he climaxed. This time he remembered to pull the tip away from the back of Raph’s throat as he shot his load into his brother’s mouth.
            “Raph, oh Raph, so~o good Raph,” Don murmured over and over as he held Raph’s head firmly in place, forcing his brother to swallow every drop of come that Don could squeeze out.
            When his orgasm ran its course, Don pulled his spent cock out of Raph’s mouth and released the hold he had on his brother’s skull. Wiggling his hips, he freed himself from Raph’s hands and then roughly shoved the kneeling turtle, sending him sprawling onto his carapace.
            Don swarmed over Raph’s prone form as his brother gasped and coughed. Not even allowing him time to take a deep breath, Don pressed his mouth against Raph’s, forcing his tongue into his brother’s mouth.
            He wanted to taste himself on Raph’s tongue; Don wanted to savor the sweet taste of his seed mixed with his sibling’s saliva. He moaned deeply as his tongue roughly stroked his brother’s; the thick, slightly bitter taste that lingered was an aphrodisiac to the genius.
            Raph’s eyes rolled up to Don’s when his brother released his mouth.
            “D … Donny?” Raph asked; his voice unbelieving.
            “Yes, Raph, it’s Donny. I waited for you as long as I could. I waited two whole nights, Raph. Do you know how it feels to want someone and be unable to touch them?” Don asked.
            “Not supposed ta want m . . . me that way,” Raph protested.
            “Why? Because you’re my brother? That makes it better, not worse,” Don said. “We can be together all the time and never have to give away the secret of our existence to an outsider.”
            “Ya’ don’t have ta do . . . do this,” Raph hissed.
            Don pressed a soothing palm to the side of Raph’s face. “I do, Raph. I got hungry. Hungry for something you wouldn’t give willingly. I want to feast on your passion and your pain, Raphie. I want to bathe in your essence and put my mark on you; in you.”
            “You’re insane,” Raph said in a moment of bright lucidity.
            Don just laughed. “Maybe. I find that I don’t really care.” Leaning close enough so that their lips were almost touching again, Don whispered, “I wanted to fuck you again, but it’s too soon. So tonight will be a learning opportunity for you. I’m going to use your mouth until you can give the most perfect, most mind boggling blow job imaginable.”
            “No,” Raph said stubbornly.
            Biting his own lip, Don smiled. “You’ll do what I tell you to and your subconscious will remember your lessons. Any time I get horny and want you to suck me off, you’ll do it, and you’ll do it well.”
            “No,” Raph told him again, trying to wriggle free of Don’s body weight.
            “Don’t worry; I’ll let you have something in return.” Don lowered one of his hands to touch the soft spot in Raph’s plastron. “Tonight is going to be fun.”
            Raph passed out as Don kissed him.
TBC……..
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