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The End Justifies
Part 17
Michelangelo was ostensibly playing a video game but what he was actually doing was watching Leonardo.
He could see Leo from his seat on the couch by simply turning his head. It wasn’t as though Leo was being in the least bit subtle either; his pacing back and forth in front of the infirmary was right out in the open.
Don and Raph had only been inside for a couple of hours and Raph might not even be asleep yet. Plus, Don had built the walls of the infirmary fairly thick. They weren’t sound proofed, but it was still pretty darn hard to hear through them.
Mikey sighed. He thought he’d made some headway with Leo after their last conversation but it seemed like the blue banded leader was backsliding. What he hoped to accomplish by keeping up a constant vigil over the infirmary was anybody’s guess.
“Hey bro’,” Mikey finally called out, “why don’t you come play a couple of games with me?”
Leo glanced up but only shook his head, continuing to pace and periodically looking towards the door.
Mikey set the controller aside and got up. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the lair and planted himself directly in Leo’s path.
“Mikey,” Leo said as he came to a standstill.
“This is a simple sleep study, dude,” Mikey said. “Not any different from what we did last night except Don’s taking notes. Your pacing isn’t gonna solve the problem, no matter what it is, and it isn’t gonna make tonight go by any faster.”
“I’m aware of that,” Leo told him. “I just have a strange feeling that Don didn’t tell us everything and that worries me.”
“You think Donny didn’t tell us everything about what?” Mikey asked
“About Raph’s purported injury,” Leo said. “I’m concerned that it could be more serious than Don is letting on and that he’s keeping things to himself. He’s done that in the past. Don prefers to be sure of himself before he says anything.”
“You can’t blame him for that,” Mikey murmured. “Look how worked up you are; if he told you every theory he ever had you’d never get any sleep.”
“I just don’t like to be kept in the dark, Mikey,” Leo said.
“Dude, you have serious control issues,” Mikey said with a laugh. “I thought you came to grips with the whole Raph and Donny thing.”
“I have,” Leo insisted. “This has nothing to do with them wanting to spend time with each other; my concern about Raph’s health is legitimate. I have the oddest sense that something is physically wrong with him.”
“If that’s the case, Don will find out what it is and tell us everything then, including how he proposes to fix it. That’s what Don does,” Mikey said.
Leo released a sigh of pent up frustration. “I wish he’d have let me sit with them. I wouldn’t have moved unless Don asked me to.”
“And you would have irritated the shell out of Raph to the point that he wouldn’t have been able to sleep,” Mikey said. “It’s bad enough that you’re as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”
“Looking out for me again, Mikey?” Leo asked with a wistful smile.
Mikey shrugged. “Somebody has to do it,” he said. “You know what you need is a nice long run to burn off some of that tension.”
“I don’t know,” Leo said, frowning. “I hate to leave; Don might need us.”
“Master Splinter is awake and probably will be for most of the night,” Mikey said. “He’s always like that when one of us is hurt. You go tell him where we’re going and that we’ll have our shell cells. We don’t even have to go all that far; we haven’t made a tour of the tunnels near the lair in over two weeks. Just think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”
Leo laughed. “You’re full of idioms tonight; you must be bored.”
The pleading look in Mikey’s eyes reminded Leo that he’d promised not to ignore his youngest brother so much.
“I think you’re right, Mikey,” Leo said. “I need something to keep me busy and we have neglected our usual rounds. Don’s been so preoccupied I doubt if he’s checked the security feeds from those tunnels. Let me talk to Master Splinter while you grab a couple of flashlights. I’ll meet you at the tunnel entrance.”
Mikey’s face lit up. “I’ll be waiting; don’t take too long.”
As soon as Leo joined him, the two began running through the sewers, following a familiar route so that they could cover all of the tunnels within a two mile radius of their home.
A half hour into their run, they came upon an area that appeared to be flooding and they stopped.
“It hasn’t been raining,” Leo said. “Something’s clogged up the drain.”
Mikey made a face. “I guess we’re gonna get wet then.”
“Better us than this backing up into the lair,” Leo said resolutely.
The water they waded into came up to their knees and as they moved farther into the short tunnel that led to the drainage pipe it climbed up to their thighs. By the time they caught sight of the top edge of the grate that covered the end of the pipe, the dark water had reached their stomachs.
“Slide your feet, Mikey,” Leo instructed. “You don’t want to wind up with a nail or worse in your foot.”
“I wish I’d thought to bring towels when I was grabbing the flashlights,” Mikey said.
“We’re both going to need a hot shower when we’re done,” Leo said, “so there’s no point in getting an extra set of towels dirty.”
Standing on either side of the grate, the brothers peered into the murky water in an attempt to see what the obstruction was, but the churning water was just too dark.
“Does this mean one of us is gonna have to go under?” Mikey asked. “I’ll do rock, paper, scissors for it.”
Leo laughed. “How about we slide our hands around first before taking the plunge?”
In answer, Mikey set his fingers against the top of the grate and slid them down into the water, feeling carefully for whatever might have blocked it from draining into the river.
“Dude, I hope it’s not a dead body like last time,” Mikey commented with a disgusted look. “That was totally gross.”
“I’d suggest you go slowly,” Leo told him, copying Mikey’s movements on the other side of the grate, “that way at least you won’t put your fingers through it.”
“You can be really gross sometimes, Leo. Did you know that?” Mikey asked.
The only response he received was a chuckle from his older brother. At least he was laughing, Mikey thought, even if it was at someone else’s expense.
Mikey’s fingers connected with something hard and smooth. Looking up, he saw that Leo had stopped moving his arms at the same time, presumably because he’d found the same thing.
“What do you suppose this is?” Mikey asked.
“Best way to find out is to try and get it off the grate,” Leo said. “See if you can get a hold on it and we’ll both pull up.”
Whatever the object was, Mikey’s fingers kept sliding off of it as he tried to find a solid grip. Finally he squeezed his fingers around it with as much pressure as he could manage and felt it start to move.
“I think I’ve got my end,” Mikey said.
“Same here,” Leo told him. “Lift.”
Together they raised their arms, battling the pressure of the rising water to extract their find from its home against the grate. Once the top part cleared the water, Mikey could see their prize.
“It’s a big piece of thick plastic,” Mikey said. “Wonder how it got down here?”
“How does anything get down here?” Leo asked rhetorically. “I’ll hold my end; shift your grip to the sides.”
Mikey moved his hands as instructed and once he had a good hold, Leo moved his hands as well. The plastic object was a three foot square sheet with tiny studs on one side.
“Hey, I think this is one of those doohickeys you put under rolling chairs so that they don’t ruin your carpet,” Mikey said.
He took it from Leo and carried it out of the drainage pipe as the water swirled around them and began to recede. In a relatively dry area of the tunnel, Mikey leaned it against a wall and inspected it.
“It’s not too messed up,” Mikey said. “Just a little nicked around the edges. Wonder why somebody threw it out?”
“Probably because it wasn’t absolutely perfect,” Leo said. “If humans had to live the way we do, they wouldn’t be so wasteful. Speaking of which, I’ll bet Donny could find a use for this.”
“I take it that means we’re done with our safety patrol for the night?” Mikey asked.
“Yep, I think we’ve been gone long enough,” Leo said.
Mikey carried the plastic sheet under one arm as the pair trudged back through the tunnels. Their patrol had pulled Leo’s mind off of his concerns over their brothers, but from the corner of his eye, Mikey could see that it was creeping back across Leo’s face.
While the oldest brother’s mind was still relatively free of other thoughts, Mikey decided it was time to open up about something that had been weighing on his. Keeping things to himself wasn’t a practice Mikey was used to; sharing things with someone in his family always made him feel better.
Since this particular dilemma involved Leo, it seemed fitting that Mikey finally bring it up.
“Hey, Leo,” Mikey began. “You know how we had that talk about Raph and Don last night? I was wondering if we could do that again.”
“Talk about Raph and Donny?” Leo asked.
“No, actually I wanted to talk about us,” Mikey said, adding quickly. “I mean, mostly about me.”
Leo remembered what Master Splinter had said about Michelangelo; that his youngest brother had an agenda. Maybe now Mikey would feel comfortable enough to tell him what had been on his mind.
“I’m always available if you need to talk, Mikey. You know how much I care about you,” Leo said softly.
Mikey nodded as he stole a glance at Leo’s face. His brother was being diplomatic however, keeping his eyes averted so as not to embarrass the youngest.
“Time to grow up Michelangelo,” Mikey told himself. “I kind of have a theory about why Don wants to spend time with Raph.”
Leo looked over at Mikey, surprised. He decided that lead in was Mikey’s way of getting around to spilling his secret, so he said, “You told me they each have something the other needs right now.”
“Well, that too,” Mikey said. Gripping the plastic tighter, he went on. “I think Donny might be attracted to Raph.”
Leo’s eyes narrowed. “You mean, attracted to the qualities that Don is attempting to acquire.”
“No,” Mikey said distinctly, “attracted as in ‘has a crush’.”
“That isn’t possible,” Leo said. “Not only are they both males, but they’re also brothers.”
“Possible means something that can happen,” Mikey said. “Men can be attracted to each other; it happens by the thousands every day. As far as us being brothers goes, we’re also the only ones of our kind. Even without Don here to back me up on this, I think you know that a species is normally drawn to its own.”
Leo came to a complete standstill. “But why wouldn’t Don . . . I mean, he could have told . . . does Raph feel . . . Master Splinter won’t . . . why didn’t he tell me?”
“Probably because he knew exactly what your reaction would be,” Mikey said. He could see how flustered his brother was and felt a momentary dread.
“I have to talk to them about this,” Leo said with a frown. “This could have serious ramifications for our family. I don’t feel that Master Splinter would approve.”
Determined to go on, Mikey took a deep breath. “Master Splinter already knows what’s in my heart, Leo. He doesn’t have a problem with it as long as it doesn’t alter our team dynamics.”
Leo stared at him without blinking for several minutes as his mind processed Mikey’s words. Watching his brother’s face freeze into an emotionless mask, Mikey felt a rock settle into his stomach.
“I think Don’s trying to find a way to let Raph know how he feels,” Mikey rushed on. “You have no idea how hard that is to do. You and Raph are both as alpha male as they come but you’ve gotta admit to feeling like you want more out of this life.”
“Of course I do,” Leo said. “But I’m not going to sacrifice the sanctity of family to acquire it.”
“Falling in love usually solidifies family bro’,” Mikey argued.
“Mikey, I appreciate what you’re trying to say to me,” Leo told him, “but it just can’t happen.”
“You yourself told me we’re all we have in this life, Leo,” Mikey reminded him.
“I certainly didn’t mean in that way,” Leo responded somewhat heatedly. “We have complete trust, togetherness, and a tight brotherly bond; we don’t need sexual gratification from one another as well.”
“Is that what you think love is?” Mikey asked. “You’ve seen the hookers in the alleys with their customers; you know as well as I do there’s no love involved in that sex. Sex when you’re in love is about sharing everything about yourself with someone else; it’s about giving all of yourself completely to someone.”
“Someone who is not your brother,” Leo said adamantly.
“I’m waiting for you to unroll a red carpet full of options for me,” Mikey retorted sarcastically.
“The truth of our existence is that we aren’t always going to be able to have everything we want, Michelangelo,” Leo said patiently.
“You’re only a couple of steps away from me, Leo,” Mikey said, setting the plastic down. “You take one step and I’ll do the rest. That’s how we make a future for ourselves.”
“No, that is how we start down the road to ruin,” Leo responded without moving. “Even if I were amenable to the idea, I wouldn’t act on it. Leadership comes with certain responsibilities, one of which is to treat each member of the team equally. If I were in a relationship with one of you, I couldn’t continue to be clear headed during a fight. I couldn’t ask you to do something dangerous in order to save your brothers and that hesitation could get them killed.”
“You trained yourself to look at the bigger picture and do what needed doing with us being your brothers, why couldn’t you do the same if we were lovers?” Mikey asked plaintively.
“Because as my brothers you are all on a level playing field,” Leo said. “I love you all equally. What you want throws us out of balance. If Don and Raph have a relationship beyond that of brother, it will throw us out of balance. I can’t allow that to happen.”
Leo began to stride towards the lair, his shoulders squared in a resolute manner. Mikey almost forgot the sheet of plastic, grabbing it up as he ran after his brother.
“Dude, don’t say anything to them,” Mikey pleaded, walking fast to stay alongside Leo. “I’m only guessing about Don’s feelings, it’s not like he’s ever said anything. You gotta let them work through this on their own.”
“And if they both decide to pursue this then what?” Leo asked. “Do I pull them apart after the damage is done?”
“Well, you can’t do anything tonight anyway,” Mikey insisted. “Don is in total doctor mode right now. All he’s worried about is finding out how big a problem Raph really has. You told Don you wouldn’t mess up his test.”
Leo didn’t slow his pace. “What if Don never started his test but decided to use the opportunity of having Raph to himself so that he could broach this subject just as you did? These feelings you say Donatello might be having for Raph explain exactly why I’ve been sensing something was off. I wish I’d known this before they went into that room, Mikey. You should have told me before I let that happen.”
As his brother pulled away from him, Mikey stopped trying to keep up. Looking sorrowfully at Leo’s retreating back, Mikey’s shoulders sagged and the corners of his mouth pulled down.
Mikey consoled himself with the fact that at least he had seized his chance and said what he felt. Leo complete denial of Mikey’s feelings didn’t diminish their strength; in fact, if anything they were stronger than ever.
Maybe that was just the perverse nature of desire; to want what has been denied to you.
Walking faster, Mikey decided that firing one volley and missing his target was no reason to stop shooting. He’d never been a quitter and he wasn’t about to give up the one thing his heart longed for most of all.
Right now though, he had to find a way to keep Leo from bursting in on Don and Raph. Whatever was going on behind the closed infirmary door was their business. Besides, Mikey didn’t want Donny mad at him because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut about something he had only guessed.
If Don did have deeper feelings for Raphael, it was only fair he got his chance to convey them without interruption. It was always possible he might have better luck than Mikey.
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Don was buried deeply inside of Raph’s body, his own draped across his brother’s plastron.
This had been the third time he’d used his brother and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Mutated or not, turtle physiology gave him the ability to last for hours.
Deep measured breaths began to bring his breathing under control and he glanced up to see that Raph’s eyes had closed. His brother was drifting in and out of his drugged state; awake while Don took pleasure from him, he would drop into semi-consciousness when the act reached completion.
Pulling his penis out of Raph, Don walked around to stand next to his brother’s head and stared down into his face. Raphael had put up a glorious fight during each of Don’s conquests, but Don hadn’t managed to rouse his brother to orgasm. Don blamed himself; he was simply so sexually excited by the sight of a bound Raph that he didn’t have the patience to work Raph up properly.
Thinking of Raph’s bindings made Don realize that he needed to work the circulation back into his brother’s arms. Assured that Raph was sleeping peacefully, Don carefully opened the leather strap holding Raph’s left arm down. The arm was quite cold and Don lifted it, setting it on Raph’s plastron gently before moving around to the other side and repeating the process with Raph’s right arm.
With the lightest of touches, Don began kneading the muscles in Raph’s arms. He watched Raph’s face as he did so, looking for signs that the pins and needles sensation that would soon start shooting across Raph’s skin was waking the hot headed turtle.
His eyes traveled down to Raph’s neck and the pulse that was beating there. Its rhythm fascinated Donatello; everything about Raph fascinated Don. It always had, Don was coming to understand. He now knew that possessing his brother completely was his destiny.
Leaning forward, Don’s face was only an inch away from Raph’s as he surveyed every bit of skin, tracing his eyes over Raph’s eyelids, his nostrils, and finally his wide, delicious mouth.
Suddenly Raph’s hand turned in Don’s and his fingers closed around his brother’s. It was either the feeling coming back into Raph’s arms, or the touch of Don’s breath across his face that had roused him, but a momentarily startled Don saw that Raph wasn’t even awake enough to open his eyes.
“Don~ny,” Raph intoned in a low, husky voice.
Smiling Don waited for his brother to wake enough to question what was happening to him. Raph did so each time he drifted back to consciousness and Don never tired of taunting him with the truth.
In fact, doing so sent such a thrill into Don’s body that he hardened almost immediately. Shifting his legs apart in preparation, Don felt Raph’s lower body move as well and looked down.
Raph’s plastron had a distinctive bulge under it, right between his legs.
Don’s smile faded a bit as he turned his eyes back to Raph’s face. Unless he was mistaken, the corners of Raph’s mouth had started to lift.
“Mmm,” Raph moaned just before a churr rolled up from his chest.
“Raphael?” Don murmured, confused.
“Donny,” Raph whispered, turned his head to the side and lifting his hips.
Don saw his brother’s cock slide out of hiding and slowly begin to fill. From the movement under Raph’s eyelids, Don could see that his brother was dreaming.
“Want you,” Raph muttered as his pelvis jerked on the table. His erection was a solid thing, dark with need.
Before Don could wake him and take advantage of Raph’s aroused state, he heard a loud disruption just outside the infirmary. Raph’s grip on his hand kept him from moving as something banged against the door.
TBC…………………
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