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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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part 13
            Going to the bathroom the next morning before heading down to breakfast, Don realized two things.
            His dick was really sore, and it was bruised, just exactly as he thought it might be.
            For some reason, that was enormously funny and he chuckled as he went about relieving himself. Seemed that having his way with Raph came with a price after all.
            Neither of those things was going to bother him overly much. He had a hidden pocket to tuck his penis into; it wasn’t as though he was human and had to deal with itchy, confining clothing.
            He was however, going to have to give his dick a break, which meant that Raph was going to be allowed a slight reprieve as well. That also struck Don as funny and he wore a big smile all the way into the kitchen.
            “. . . so that’s why I think he should have waited until those two guys took each other out before he made his move,” Mikey was saying as Don came through the door.
            “You have to remember that time was a factor. He didn’t really have the option to wait,” Leo said.
            “What are you two talking about?” Don asked, noticing that one of them had already made coffee and pouring himself a cup.
            “Morning Don,” Leo said as he looked up. “It’s something in one of the other movies Mikey talked me into staying up to watch.”
            “Must not have been too bad if it has the two of you in such a deep discussion so early in the day,” Don observed.
            “And why are you so happy this morning? You’re never all smiles before the caffeine has a chance to hit your bloodstream,” Mikey said with a laugh.
            Don set his coffee cup on the counter and reached for the bread. “I actually got a lot accomplished last night,” he said, turning to drop the bread into the toaster. “That’s a very rewarding feeling.”
            His back was still turned towards the door when he heard Mikey sing out, “’Morning, Raph!”
            Raph grunt ended on a low, almost pained note. Don refrained from moving, keeping his attention glued to the toaster.
            “Are you okay, Raph?” Leo asked, his voice indicating his concern.
            “’M fine,” Raph mumbled, the words barely pushing past his lips.
            Don slowly turned, watching as Raph poured himself some coffee. Raph’s eyes were a little red and though Don couldn’t see the dark circles because of Raph’s mask, they were probably there. The red banded turtle was also keeping his mouth pressed together in a strange way, and there was a hint of swelling along his jawline.
            When Raph opened his mouth to sip his coffee he grimaced. Mikey noticed immediately.
            “Dude, you don’t look so good,” Mikey said.
            That was Don’s queue. He didn’t need to feign concern; wondering if Raph would remember anything after this last encounter was enough to cause him real worry.
            Apparently he’d gotten away with drugging and taking advantage of Raph once more because his brother did no more than pull a long face at Don’s approach.
            “’S nothing,” Raph protested.
            “Obviously it isn’t ‘nothing’,” Don said. “You can hardly open your mouth. What’s wrong Raph? Do you have a toothache?”
            “No,” Raph answered, barely moving his lips. “Jaw.”
            “Is it locked?” Don asked with concern, reaching to touch his brother’s slightly swollen face.
            It felt good to touch him in front of everyone in what appeared to be such an innocent manner. After all, this was Don’s role in the family; he was their doctor.
            “Sore,” Raph told him.
            “Mikey, can you look in that catch all drawer for a flashlight please,” Don asked as his fingertips gently probed Raph’s jawline.
            Mikey jumped up. “Sure bro’.”
            They could hear Mikey rummaging around in the drawer. Don’s eyes remained fixed on Raph’s face while Raph alternated from looking at Don to glancing over at Mikey.
            “Here,” Mikey finally said, handing a small pencil flashlight to Don.
            “Thanks, Mikey,” Don said, flicking the switch to ‘on’. “Open your mouth, Raph. Just go slow, okay?” Don told his brother.
            A strange expression crossed Raph’s face and his eyes darted down to Don’s. Don’s stomach rolled; those words were exactly the same as the ones he’d used almost continuously on Raph the previous evening.
            Raph wasn’t too familiar with the concept of déjà vu, but it wasn’t completely foreign to him either. Something his brother had just said struck a chord in his mind that set off that feeling of familiarity. It carried with it a sense of foreboding, like whatever it was spelled danger for him, or maybe danger to Don. He just couldn’t place it.
            Shaking his head slightly, Raph pushed the feeling away. It was probably a residual piece of some dream.
            Opening his mouth carefully, Raph patiently waited as Don shined the light inside. He could feel Don’s breath blowing across his face and even into his open mouth as Donatello leaned closer to him.
            “Hmm,” Don hummed, the tone of his voice telling Raph he’d seen something.
            Leo heard it too. “Is he all right, Donny? What do you see?” he asked.
            “I see the strong, wide, hot tongue that wrapped itself around my cock so many times last night I lost count,” Don thought a bit madly, before pulling himself together.
            Don stepped back, turning off his flashlight as he did. Raph closed his mouth and brought a hand up to rub his jaw, staring at Don expectantly.
            “I need a stronger light and my dental mirror,” Don said, “but it looks like you’ve been grinding your teeth.”
            Raph frowned. “I think I’d know if I’d been doin’ that.”
            “Not necessarily,” Don said. “You might be doing it in your sleep. If so, it’s a recent occurrence, I think. There doesn’t seem to be extensive wear, but I’ll know better once I take a closer look. I need to make sure you haven’t loosened any teeth.”
            “What would make him start doing that?” Leo asked.
            Don shrugged. “Actually, it’s not all that uncommon, at least among humans. I’d guess the same reasons could apply here. Stress, poor sleep habits, bad dreams, even a misalignment of the jaw. I’d need to do some tests to know for sure.”
            Raph grunted. Two things he hated; being made to sit still and being fussed over. Don’s ‘tests’ were a euphemism for both of those things.
            “Would you rather lose your back teeth?” Don asked in response to Raph’s unspoken protest.
            “Go take care of that now,” Leo said. “Don’t worry about practice. Later you can do some strength exercises to make up for it.”
            “A day off, sweet!” Mikey chimed, all smiles.
            “Not for you,” Leo said quickly, shutting his little brother down. “You and I are still going to conduct a regular practice session.”
            “Spoil sport,” Mikey grumbled, settling back to his cereal.
            Don set his toast on a plate and placed it on the table. “You guys take this, I’ll come back for breakfast later. So will you Raph, after I take a look at your mouth.”
            Grumbling to himself, Raph followed Don, knowing it was useless to talk the genius out of something once he was in caretaker mode. Leo’s head turned as he watched them leave, a contemplative frown on his face.
            Reaching for the toast, Mikey said, “Dude, maybe that’s what has your Spidey senses tingling. Raph always acts different when he’s in pain and not wanting to admit it.”
            Leo’s head came around and he managed a smile when he noticed that Mikey had taken advantage of his inattention to snag both pieces of toast.
            “Raph in pain is not unusual enough to have my so called ‘Spidey senses’ tingling, Mikey,” Leo said as the smile faded from his mouth. “Usually when he’s hurting I know why. This time I’m clueless.”
            Mikey seemed unconcerned as he spread butter across the pilfered toast. “Give Don time to do his thing and then you’ll know why. There’s no point in worrying about it before you have your answers.”
            Leo didn’t offer a response since Mikey didn’t seem to need one. While Mikey finished his breakfast, Leo turned his head once more towards the door. He hoped Don could give him some answers, and soon. This constant nagging feeling that something was wrong was starting to get on his nerves.
            Donatello led Raph into the infirmary, a room built by he and his brothers specifically for times when someone in the family was ill or injured. Located on the lower level near the kitchen and Don’s lab, the infirmary also boasted a locking steel door. It’s installation was for the purpose of containment in case one of them succumbed to a strange and potentially dangerous illness, as Don himself had done on one occasion.
            One of the items Don was most proud of was the examination table that sat off to one side of the room. Rescued from the rubble of a building in which a faulty gas line had exploded, it was in near perfect condition.
            Slapping the padded top, Don said, “Hop on up, Raph.”
            Raph eyed the table in exactly the same manner as he had every other time he’d ever had to park himself there. To him it was a manifestation of weakness, something he would have preferred to deny the existence of. The look of expectancy on Don’s face was the only thing that coaxed him into putting his foot on the step and turning to sit on the table.
            “You’ll have to lie down. I can’t get a good view while you’re in a seated position,” Don told him as he began placing some instruments on a tray.
            Making a face at Don’s shell only reminded Raph of his sore jaw, so he simply did as he was asked. That was normally the fastest way out of the infirmary; arguing with Don just prolonged the agony.
            Don rolled the tray up next to Raph and then pressed the button that lifted the upper half of the table slightly.
            “Are you comfortable, Raph?” Don asked.
            “Yeah,” Raph muttered.
            “Okay then. I’m going to do an exam, nothing more. It shouldn’t hurt unless I accidently touch something sensitive. If you feel pain, let me know,” Don said, and then added with a grin, “Just not by taking a swing at me please.”
            “Right.” Raph was sticking to monosyllables, they took less effort.
            Don reached overhead and pulled down a large exam light that was mounted on a telescoping arm. It was another find scrounged from the doctor’s offices where they’d gotten the table.
            “You might want to close your eyes, this light’s kind of bright,” Don warned.
            Raph dutifully shut his eyes and still felt the piercing brightness of the lamp. He heard Don retrieve something from the instrument tray and then the scratch of Don’s plastron as he leaned against the table. Then he smelled the cleanser Don had used on his hands.
            “Time to take a look inside, Raph,” Don said, touching Raph’s lip lightly with his finger.
            Don made sure to avoid the phrase that had caused the look of confusion in Raph’s eyes earlier. Better to stick to words that wouldn’t accidently set off a residual memory.
            Raph took a deep breath and opened his mouth. Once more he felt Don’s breath blow across his face and was suddenly hit with a dizzying wave of vertigo.
            Despite the bright light overhead, Raph opened his eyes. He could see Don’s face above his, outlined by the halo of light over his head. He couldn’t really make out his brother’s eyes, but the image was too familiar; a page out of a dream he’d been having.
            He could feel Don’s finger enter his mouth followed by the cold metal of the small dental mirror. For some inexplicable reason, this triggered his gag reflex.
            Don immediately removed his finger and the mirror, straightening slightly. Raph turned his head to follow his brother’s movement, and once away from the glare of the lamp, he could clearly see the look of concern on Don’s face.
            “Raph?” Don’s voice was gentle, the question full of worry.
            Shifting to get more comfortable, Raph said, “I’m okay Donny. Guess it must be this sore jaw.”
            Don nodded his understanding. “I just need to look at the back teeth and then try to jiggle them. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
            Raph rolled his face back towards the light and opened his mouth. His eyes remained glued to Don’s face as he tried to read his brother’s findings from his expression. Don had a look of intense concentration, but if there was more, the genius was not giving anything away.
            By focusing on Don’s features Raph was able to ignore the things inside his mouth. He felt it when Don removed his finger and replaced it with a curved dental tool, pulling gently at Raph’s back teeth. This didn’t bother Raph nearly as much as the finger had.
            Finally Don backed away and turned off the overhead light. Raph blinked to erase the dots of light that lingered on his retinas and started to sit up.
            Don stepped over next to him and placed a restraining hand on Raph’s plastron.
            “Stay there for me, please? I want to talk to you and I want you to be relaxed and comfortable,” Don said.
            “Why?” Raph asked, suddenly suspicious. “Are my teeth falling out or somethin’?”
            Don pulled a stool over next to the exam table and sat down. They were now eye level to one another.
            Shaking his head, Don said, “No, your teeth are fine. There are some slight abrasions on the surface of the enamel that tells me I was right about you grinding your teeth, but you haven’t done any damage. At least not yet. If you continue to grind them, you’ll loosen the teeth and wear off the protective enamel. That will lead to premature tooth loss.”
            “Well shit, Donny,” Raph said in frustration. “How the shell am I supposed to stop grinding my teeth if I don’t even know I’m doing it?”
            Don shifted on the stool. “We need to find out why you’ve started doing that,” Don explained. “I don’t think your jaw is out of alignment; when you opened and closed your mouth earlier I didn’t hear the clicking sound that usually accompanies a problem like that. I didn’t feel it either. So let’s set that aside as a cause until we explore something else. Stress is a big factor in teeth grinding; do you feel any more pressure than normal?”
            Raph laughed. “Oh, ya’ mean outside of Leo’s being on my shell all of the time, sensei leaving everything up ta Splinter Junior, an upswing in Purple Dragon activity and Karai’s Foot ninjas up our asses every time we turn around? Nah,” he said.
            “It isn’t as though you internalize things anyway,” Don said, rubbing his chin with a finger. “So~o, how about dreams? Have you been having any nightmares, or strange dreams, or even ones with a disturbing recurring theme?”
            Raph could feel his face flushing. “No,” he said much too quickly.
            It didn’t get past Don. “You have to tell me the truth bro’. I can’t figure stuff out by reading your mind.”
            As Don spoke, images flashed across Raph’s internal vision; vague, shadowy pictures with a dreamlike quality to them. He could see Donny, naked and sprawled out in front of him. Another flash and the image showed him a fully aroused brother, Don’s cock hard and beckoning. Still another had Raph looking down at his own erection through a semi-fog, the heat of his need pooling in his loins.
            Inappropriate dreams. Wrong, cursed dreams. Dreams that haunted him when he woke in a puddle of his own semen, dirty and panting; his mind lingering on forbidden delights.
            Don was watching Raph’s face and could see that something was bothering him. Whatever it was, Raph was reticent to speak of it and Don was smart enough to know the condition that he’d left Raphael in the previous night was having the effect Don had hoped for.
            “I’ve been having some unusual dreams,” Raph admitted. In a rush, he added, “Don’t ask me what about ‘cause I don’t remember exactly. They just keep coming back.”
            “You know you can talk to me about anything,” Don said softly.
            They stared at each other for several long minutes. Of all his brothers, Don was the one Raph would be most likely to unburden himself to, but not about this. Every one of Raph’s ‘wet dreams’ involved Donatello.
            Don maintained his clinical detachment outwardly, but his insides were jumping. The flush on Raph’s neck was too alluring; his brother’s emerald green body lying on the table almost too much of a temptation. It would be so easy to shoot Raph full of sedatives and mount him without anyone being the wiser.
            Under the lip of the exam table, Don clenched his hands together painfully so that he could pull his mind away from the intense urge. Giving in to something like that on the spur of the moment would be an invitation to disaster.
            “They ain’t,” Raph stopped talking to clear his throat, “nightmares.”
            Don’s mouth opened in a silent ‘O’ of understanding. “They’re dreams of a more pleasant nature?” he asked.
            Raph felt his tail twitch as Don’s lilting tone seemed to caress him. It was almost exactly the tone Raph had been hearing in his dreams.
            “Yeah,” Raph said and refused to elaborate.
            “Raph,” Don began, his face serious, “erotic dreams are very normal, especially at our age. Waking up with an erection or even having an orgasm in your sleep is not at all unusual.”
            “I know this stuff already, Donatello,” Raph said with his usual sarcasm. “I’m just sayin’ they been more intense lately. Don’t know why that would make me start grinding my teeth when it never did before.”
            “Have you had any other unusual symptoms to go along with the dreams?” Don asked. “Any dizzy spells, lost time or blackouts?”
            Raph reached up to scratch the side of his neck. “Sorta.”
            “What does that mean exactly?” Don frowned. Raph shouldn’t recall fading out.
            His brother’s next words set his mind at ease. “Sometimes I don’t remember doing things,” Raph said. “Like last night. I remember going ta the garage and finding that something was wrong with my bike. I even remember telling ya’ I was tired before heading ta the elevator, but I don’t remember going ta my room at all.”
            “Lost time,” Don said, relieved that his drug cocktail was working properly.
            “I guess so,” Raph said. “Maybe I get a little dizzy sometimes.”
            “Raph, is there anything else that happens? Anything you haven’t told me?” Don asked.
            Raph’s mouth twitched. He was starting to hate this conversation.
            “Please bro’,” Don urged in a voice that was nearly hypnotic. “I have to know.”
            Raph chewed on his lower lip for a minute before blurting, “It ain’t just my mouth that’s sore.”
            “If you’re having erotic dreams, I would expect that your penis might . . . .” Don began.
            “Not there,” Raph interrupted and then bit his own tongue when he nearly stuttered.
            Don chose not to force Raph to say it; he was wearing his caring brother mask and had to stay in character.
            “Are you attempting to massage your prostate, Raph?” Don asked.
            “Oh fuck, I don’t know,” Raph said harshly. “I’m sore down there when I wake up and my finger’s kinda dirty, so maybe I am.”
            Don stood up and reached for the overhead lamp, swinging the arm down to the end of the table.
            “What the fuck are ya’ doing?” Raph demanded.
            “I’m going to look,” Don said calmly. “If you’ve been doing things to yourself in your sleep I need to make sure you haven’t done any damage.”
            Raph pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes and groaned. “Could this day get any worse?” he asked morosely.
            Don reached under the end of the table and pulled out the two stirrups. Grasping one of Raph’s ankles, he lifted his brother’s foot into the stirrup and then repeated the process for the other foot.
            “Scoot down,” Don instructed, positioning himself between Raph’s legs and gripping the lower edges of his shell.
            As Raph lifted his bottom to bring it closer to the edge, another overwhelming wave of desire shot through Don. Standing where he was, his lower plastron was nearly even with the opening beneath Raph’s tail. Don could feel his body reacting and was glad that Raph was too uncomfortable to look at him.
            Taking a long measured breath, Don bent down to look at Raph’s rectum. He was actually curious as to what condition his brother’s asshole was in; raping his brother again anytime soon would depend on the level of healing that had occurred since the last time.
            When Don’s fingertip touched his entrance, Raph nearly leaped off the table. His leg muscled tensed to the point that he could hear a squeak coming from the stirrup arms.
            “Raph, you need to relax,” Don admonished him. “You’re going to break my table.”
            With an effort, Raph forced himself to be calm. Don’s fingers danced over his opening before gently spreading the outer restrictive muscle.
            The effect of that action was immediate; Raph felt himself getting hard.
            “Oh shit, no, no, no,” Raph told himself, trying to wrap his mind around anything that would put a halt to his growing erection. This was too much like his sick, twisted and demented dreams.
            Don could hear Raph’s labored breathing and glanced up to see the bulge growing beneath his brother’s plastron. He looked down again quickly before Raph saw that he’d noticed.
            It was almost too good; too perfect. Raph’s body was associating Don’s presence and his touch with sexual gratification. Don was nearly giddy as he proceeded to strangle the small voice of guilt that labored in his subconscious; trying to tell him that what he was doing was wrong. How could raping his brother be wrong if he was affording Raph that much pleasure? Even as he thought that, Don knew he couldn’t stop drugging Raph. Without the drugs, Raph would want to be the aggressor and Don preferred his brother’s current role so much more.
            Regretfully, Don ended his exam and stepped back. He made a show of turning off the light and repositioning it at the head of the table so that Raph would have an opportunity to pull himself back together.
            He heard his brother scuffling around and turned to see that Raph had pushed himself into a seated position with his arms across his lower plastron. Hiding his secret smile, Don folded the stirrups back into the table.
            Standing next to Raph, Don said, “You’ll be happy to know you haven’t done any damage to yourself. I have to honestly say I don’t know enough about this kind of thing to tell you what our next step should be, so I’ll have to do some research.”
            He reached for the hand sanitizer and scrubbed his hands, keeping his eyes down so that he wouldn’t cause Raph any more discomfort as he said, “I know I can fashion some type of molded mouth guard that you can wear to protect your teeth while you’re sleeping. It’s the other thing I’m more concerned with at the moment. Striving to achieve that level of sexual gratification while asleep isn’t something I’ve ever read about.”
            Raph nodded numbly. He was trying to process what Don told him he was doing to himself. Being a mutant with no opportunity for a normal sexual relationship meant he’d learned to masturbate a few years earlier and that he’d also learned to accept that as the best he was going to do. At least, he thought he accepted it; maybe he was a lot more frustrated than he knew.
            Right now all he cared about was getting the shell out of the infirmary and away from Don before his brother noticed that Raph was sporting a rather intense hard-on.
            After Raph was gone, Don had no need to cover the pleased smile on his face. He had pretended not to notice that Raph was hiding an erection under his plastron, instead giving his attention to cleaning his medical instruments as the red banded turtle made a hasty departure.
            Raph’s total trust in Don made it so much easier to confuse his brother into believing anything Don told him. It was an incredible power trip to exert so much control, whether Raph was drugged or not. The heady rush Don was feeling was addictive and he knew he would do anything he had to in order to hold onto it.
            That anything included removing Leo’s interference from the equation.
TBC………………….
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