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The End Justifies	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
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- 13
The End Justifies

part 12
            Don lifted his head from Raph’s plastron when he heard the sound of voices drawing near. Turning to look at the wall clock in Raph’s room, Don realized his brothers must have watched at least three movies, or else they’d fallen asleep on the couch.
            The music was still on and Don probably wouldn’t have heard their words except that his senses seemed to have become more heightened. Possibly it had to do with self-preservation; he certainly didn’t want to get caught having his way with a drugged Raphael.
            He froze as he heard Mikey say, “He’s in his room, he didn’t go out. Let him be, Leo. I don’t know what Don said to calm him down, but it worked. You don’t need to look in to see if he’s still there; I can hear his music. If you wake him he’ll be pissed enough to leave and even Don won’t get him back this time.”
            Leo’s answer was unintelligible and so was Mikey’s response, a good indicator that Mikey had managed to pull Leo away from Raph’s door.
            Don looked down at Raph’s sleeping face, the slight darkening around his eyes and the thin crust of Don’s dried seed clinging to the edges of Raph’s lips. Raph’s jaw was probably going to hurt the next day; Don had actually lost track of how many times he’d used Raph’s mouth.
            Never in Don’s wildest imaginings could he have thought that simply having control over his strongest brother would make his dick harden so frequently and so quickly. Even the thought that Mikey had unintentionally pushed bird dog Leo off track again made his cock twitch back to life.
            With regret, Don realized this would have to be his last go at Raph for the evening. Just because Mikey had managed to wrangle Leo off to bed didn’t mean that some sixth sense of Leo’s wouldn’t have him getting up to check on Raph.
            Pushing off of Raph, Don stood up and stretched. He had thrown Raph’s pillows onto the floor along with his blanket in order to cushion the hard ground, but Don knew he had to come up with something better in the future.
            He wasn’t as concerned with Raph’s comfort so much as his own. Don wanted to try something new with Raph and it meant that Don was going to be lying back on that cold, hard floor.
            Kicking lightly against Raph’s hip, Don called, “Get up Raph.”
            “Mph, wha . . . ?” Raph woke with a start, dazed and loopy from the drugs Don had given him.
            “Get up,” Don said in the precise, clipped tone that worked the best when communicating with his doped up brother. “On your knees.”
            Raph heard the echo of Don’s words play through his skull and slowly rolled onto his side, bringing one knee up and bracing himself as he pulled the other into position. Using his hands, Raph pushed himself upright and swayed just a little before turning glazed eyes up to Don’s face.
            Don smiled in satisfaction before he leaned down to plump up the pillows and blanket. Laying carapace down on them, he put his hands behind his head and took a moment to enjoy the view of Raph hovering above him.
            “Straddle me, Raph,” Don ordered. “I want your knees on either side of my chest and your tail turned towards my face.”
            Raph licked his lips and blinked as the words trailed around inside his head. The drugs had reached their peak in his system and he had no conscious thoughts of his own, all he could do was obey the voice.
            In what seemed like slow motion, Raph did as instructed. Don’s breath hitched as he took in the view of his brother’s tail and the beginning curvature of his ass.
            “Lean forward Raph,” Don instructed, his voice catching just a bit. “Brace your hands on the floor.”
            When Raph was in position, Don could feel his brother’s breath blowing across the widening slit in his plastron. He also had a perfect view of Raph’s ass and the tight puckered hole beneath his tail.
            “Raph, I want you to stick one of your fingers into your mouth and get it nice and wet,” Don said, feeling a knot of excitement form in his gut.
            Balancing himself one handed, Raph brought a finger up to his lips and began sucking noisily on the digit. Don gave him a minute to thoroughly wet the finger, becoming more aroused with each passing second.
            “Raph,” Don began, then stopped to get some measure of control over his shuddering. “Raph, slide your finger into your ass. Prep yourself for me. Do it slowly.”
            Raph’s finger popped out of his mouth but then his hand stopped halfway back. It hovered in mid-air and Don realized his brother was fighting the command.
            It was too much for Don’s barely maintained mastery over his erection. It dropped down and filled as Don watched Raph’s hand wavering in the air.
            “Your finger is drying, Raph,” Don told him in a deeper voice. “Put it in your ass now.”
            Don felt the grunt that command elicited from Raph and then his brother’s hand moved again. As the fingertip touched Raph’s opening, Don stopped breathing. Slowly, Raph pushed his finger into his anus as a soft hissing sound escaped his mouth.
            “All the way in,” Don said when Raph hesitated.
            The finger moved again, pressing in steadily until it was completely buried.
            “Good Raph, good boy,” Don said, his heart thumping in his chest and his cock straining with need. “In and out now; fuck yourself with that finger.”
            Raph expelled a large puff of air before his hand began to move. The hot breath blew across Don’s throbbing dick and it jumped in reaction.
            “You know what feels good Raph, find that spot,” Don told him, his hands clenched at his sides as his eyes remained raptly fixed on Raphael’s finger.
            Raph pulled his finger almost all of the way out before sliding it back in again and twisting it slightly. His entire body suddenly shuddered as he pressed down on the sensitive nerves deep inside himself, and a churr escaped him.
            “Again,” Don commanded.
            Once more the finger moved and Raph groaned, his hips moving forward and back again. From his vantage point, Don could see Raph’s lower plastron swelling.
            Now Raph didn’t have to be told what to do, his body was becoming needy. Pumping his finger in a steady rhythm, Raph began panting and the arm he was using to steady himself bent at the elbow.
            “Perfect, Raph,” Don praised as Raph’s mouth neared his distended cock. “Remember your lessons? Swallow me.”
            Raph lowered himself further and wrapped his hot lips around Don’s erection. The rhythm of his finger never faltered as he bobbed up and down on Don’s cock, curving his tongue just the way Don had taught him.
            Don’s eyes partially closed in ecstasy, but he willed them to remain open as he watched Raph’s lascivious show. As Raph connected once more with his prostate, his cock finally tumbled into the open.
            With a satisfied churr, Don reached underneath his brother and took a firm hold on Raph’s dick. Raph’s moan vibrated Don’s cock and Don lifted his hips in reaction. Instead of pulling away as the head of Don’s cock brushed the back of his throat, Raph swallowed, the motion forcing delicious suction across Don’s shaft.
            “You’ve . . . learned,” Don murmured, Raph’s action speeding him towards completion.
            Lowering and then lifting his hips repeatedly, Don fucked Raph’s mouth as his brother sucked and licked his shaft. Every opportunity he got, Raph flicked his tongue across the tip of Don’s cock.
            Raph’s finger continued to move in his own ass and Don began to slowly pump Raph’s cock. The heat and pressure grew in Don’s gut, travelling to pool in his loins.
            At the breaking point, Don jerked upwards and impaled Raph’s mouth with his cock. Raph grunted but didn’t move as Don orgasmed strongly, sending a hot stream of come down Raph’s throat.
            Blissfully unaware of anything but his release, Don was unconsciously squeezing and releasing Raph’s dick. As he came back down from his high, Don noticed that Raph was moaning and churring, his finger moving at a fast pace and his hips thrusting as he tried to fuck Don’s hand.
            Don’s spent cock slid out of Raph’s mouth. Taking several deep breaths, Don was ready for the final part of his show.
            “Roll off of me, Raph. Don’t take your finger out, roll onto your shoulder and lie back while you continue to finger fuck yourself,” Don said, his voice resonating inside Raph’s head.
            Raph groaned as Don released his cock but then he quickly did as he was told. On his carapace next to Don, Raph’s legs were bent at the knees to hold his lower half off the ground.
            Don sat up, watching Raph’s finger move in and out of his own ass. His cock was bobbing with the motion, the tip slick with precome.
            “Jerk yourself off Raph,” Don said.
            Raph’s cry of relief as his hand closed around his swollen erection made Don bite his lower lip. His hot headed brother looked glorious like this; splayed out for Don’s viewing pleasure, using himself for Don’s enjoyment.
            Don watched avidly as Raph’s hand flew over his erection, his eyes shut and his head back. Grunts of pain and pleasure mixed together with Raph’s churrs as he used his own ass roughly, desperately groping for the sweet spot inside of himself.
            As the rhythm of Raph’s hand faltered on his cock, Don shot forward and covered Raph’s mouth with his own, swallowing the cry that his orgasm jerked out of him. Don’s eyes were open as his tongue swept around in Raph’s mouth, his gaze glued to the spray of come from his brother’s emerald green dick.
            Chest heaving, Raph sucked air in through his nostrils as he tried to turn his head away from Don’s probing mouth. Giving his brother a final harsh kiss, Don pulled back and allowed Raph to gasp for air.
            Raph’s unmoving finger was still buried in his rectum, his other hand flat on his plastron, resting in a puddle of come. His feet slid along the concrete floor until both of his legs were flat.
            Giving him a moment to recover, Don finally said, “Take your finger out of your ass, Raph.”
            Raph’s eyes were still closed and he shook his head as though an annoying insect were buzzing him. Don counted to ten and then saw that Raph was drifting off again.
            “Raphael, remove your finger,” Don ordered more strongly, slapping Raph’s cheek twice in rapid succession.
            Raph’s hips jerked upwards as he yanked his finger free. His hand hit the ground with a dull thud.
            Don’s eyes were glowing as he ran them over his prize. The night had been better than he could have dreamed of given the limitations of what he could do inside his own home.
            Standing up, Don said, “Get off the floor, Raph.”
            As he waited for Raph to struggle back onto his feet, Don gathered the pillows and blanket from the floor and tossed them back into the hammock. Raph stood up, swaying slightly from his exertions, his eyes opening and closing rapidly.
            “Donny . . . .” Raph’s voice trailed off, the hint of betrayal that colored his brother’s name lost on Don.
            “Get back into your hammock,” Don told him.
            Raph walked with jerky steps over to his bed and crawled inside, flopping back onto his carapace. Don retrieved his belt from where he’d tossed it after entering Raph’s room and extracted from it the plastic bag containing a wet cloth.
            Unfolding the cloth, Don proceeded to carefully clean Raph’s face and neck of the encrusted come Don had left behind. The sight of his seed on Raph’s face was very empowering, but unfortunately couldn’t be left there as a souvenir of the night.
            Don knew he was going to be sore; his cock was slightly bruised from the number of times he had forced Raph to suck him off. He didn’t care, it would be his reminder of this night.
            When Raph’s face was clean, Don put the washcloth away and tied his belt on. Raph was now slumbering peacefully, the lower half of his body covered in his own semen, his entrance red and swollen.
            Don smiled. He wanted Raph to awaken just exactly like this; his body sticky, his ass sore and both of his hands filthy. Raph’s jaw would be stiff and sore in the morning and Don already had an explanation ready for that.
            Now his eyes narrowed. Another plan was formulating in his mind, one that involved throwing Raph under the moving bus named Leonardo. If it worked out right, Don would be the one to pull Raph out from under that bus before the eldest could take his wrath out on the red banded turtle.
            In fact, Don’s plan would finally satisfy Leo’s suspicions and had the added benefit of Leo actually giving Raph to him. Don thought through every angle and the more he explored the idea, the better he liked it.
            Leaning down, Don placed a soft kiss to Raph’s lips and stroked his face gently.
            “You’re all mine, Raph,” Don whispered. “No one will ever separate us.”
            With difficulty, Don backed away from his brother and then turned so that Raph’s sleeping form wouldn’t temp him further. Unlocking the door and opening it silently, Don surveyed the hall before slipping out of Raph’s room and into his own.
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            A sound woke Leo and he sat up quickly, all of his senses on high alert. Feeling someone shift next to him, he glanced down in mild confusion before he remembered that Mikey had insisted on sleeping in his bed again.
            Mikey’s eyes opened and he saw Leo looking at him.
            “What’s up, Leo?” Mikey asked sleepily.
            “I heard something,” Leo said.
            Mikey yawned. “Dude, that was Don’s door; it squeaks like the opening notes of the Star Spangled Banner.” He chuckled lightly. “He was probably checking on Raph. Go back to sleep.”
            Leo settled back into bed. “This is becoming quite a habit of yours, Mikey,” Leo commented softly.
            “Yeah, if you’d let well enough alone I wouldn’t have to sleep in here,” Mikey retorted. “Besides, you’re the one that woke me up earlier, I was content to stay on the couch. It’s further to my room. You could’ve traded with me.”
            Leo smiled at the ceiling, “No way little brother. There are strange things under the covers in your bed.”
            Mikey snorted, wiggled into a more comfortable position, and promptly fell back asleep.
            Leo continued to stare into the darkness. He wished desperately to let go of the strange feeling that had come over him ever since the night Don had gone out with Raph, but he couldn’t seem to shake it.
            He knew how aggravated Raph was becoming with him and that even Donatello was getting irritated. Mikey had turned himself into a self-appointed guardian because Leo seemed to be blowing his siblings adventure out of proportion.
            Still Leo’s inner senses were telling him something was off; that something was out of kilter. His gut feelings had been wrong before; after all, he was the one who had almost given Saki his trust.
            Even then though he’d had some misgivings, so he wasn’t ready to shove this feeling aside and ignore it. Leo acknowledged to himself that what he was feeling might be jealousy; Don’s decision to spend so much time with Raph was making Leo tense.
            Leo had come to rely on Don as the one member of his team who never questioned his orders or his authority. Raph’s influence could change that, it could shift the dynamic and make Leo’s job as leader that much more difficult.
            Maybe what he was dealing with was jealousy and selfishness, or maybe not. The only way to know for sure was to continue to keep a close eye on Raph and Don. So far, Mikey had kept him grounded but he couldn’t do that forever.
            Leo decided that maybe it was time he had a conversation with Casey about his night out with Raph and Don. A private conversation that his three brothers didn’t need to know about.
TBC………………
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