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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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The End Justifies

Part 18
            Raph jerked at the sound of something hitting the infirmary door, his hand tightening with surprising strength around Don’s. Putting his other hand to Raph’s shoulder, Don took a quick look into Raph’s face to make sure he wasn’t waking just yet.
            Don heard Mikey’s raised voice and then Leo’s, very close to the door. Twisting his hand out of Raph’s grip, Don stepped away from his brother and snatched his shell cell off of a nearby table.
            Keeping one eye on Raph, Don called Leo’s phone.
            Leo grabbed his shell cell when it began ringing and snapped it open. “Donatello . . . .” he began.
            “Did we not have an understanding?” Don asked; his voice tight with controlled rage.
            Somewhat surprised by Don’s tone, Leo swept on anyway, “That was before Mikey told me . . . .”
            Don interrupted him again. “I don’t care what Michelangelo told you. I have a patient in here that is sleeping and needs to stay asleep if I’m going to be able to assess the extent of his malady. I would have thought that consideration would have been at the top of your priorities, Leonardo.”
            “It is a bit difficult to prioritize properly when my own brother has been lying to me,” Leo said in a clipped tone, barely containing his own anger.
            Don froze; his mind racing. What could Mikey have told him? What did Mikey actually know?
            “What is it exactly that you think I’ve been lying about?” Don asked, wondering how much punishment the steel door could take.
            “Why it is you’ve felt the need to spend so much time with Raphael,” Leo answered. “I want to know right now, Don, are you attracted to Raph in a sexual way?”
            Closing his eyes, Don realized that whatever Mikey had said had only made Leo suspicious enough to dig for answers. It was obvious from his oldest brother’s tone of voice that Leo didn’t approve of the idea.
            “What the shell kind of question is that?” Don asked. Sounding righteously indignant while keeping his voice down was difficult, but Don managed it.
            Mikey was staring at Leo, his eyes wide and worried. He had no idea what Don was saying, but Leo suddenly seemed more disconcerted than angry.
            “It is exactly what it sounds like,” Leo said. “Mikey has expressed certain feelings that are far outside the boundaries of propriety between brothers. He seems to think you might have those same types of feelings for Raph.”
            As Leo said that, Mikey began to feel flushed and angry. What he had shared with Leo was his innermost private thoughts and it was extremely uncaring of his brother to blurt them out with such disdain.
            Stepping right up against Leo, Mikey pressed his face close to his brother’s and said, “You know what, Leo? You’re a real jerk.”
            “I’m sorry, Mikey,” Leo said. “But I already explained to you why this won’t work.”
            Backing away, Mikey glared at him. “Go to hell.”
            With that said, Mikey stormed off, going straight to his room and slamming the door shut behind him.
            Don listened to the entire altercation, understanding immediately what had occurred. Mikey had finally had the guts to tell Leo how he felt about him and tight ass Leo had turned him down.
            What was bad for Mikey was good for Don. As much as he hated to think of his youngest brother being hurt, Don could see a way to make use of what had just happened.
            “I think I’m beginning to understand what your problem is, Leo,” Don said smoothly. “All of this time you’ve been picking up certain vibes from Mikey and because they haven’t made sense, you thought there was something strange going on between Raph and I.”
            “How could I mistake Mikey’s feelings for what’s been happening to you?” Leo snapped defensively.
            “How could you not know about Mikey’s feelings before now?” Don asked. “Even I knew from simply watching the two of you interact.”
            The pause before Leo spoke told Don he’d scored a direct hit. “Are you telling me that you and Raph are simply spending so much time together for the reasons you’ve already explained to me? Nothing more?”
            “That is exactly what I’m telling you,” Don said. The lie felt good and he continued, wanting to rub it in Leo’s face. “While I myself understand how traumatic it must be for you to learn that Michelangelo has been entertaining a secret desire for you, I think you owe Raph an apology. You’ve been dumping a lot of your anxiety on him lately and I’m beginning to think that might have something to do with the sleep disorder I believe he has.”
            “Wait, he doesn’t have a head injury?” Leo asked, momentarily brushing aside Don’s jibe.
            “No,” Don said. “I discovered something with my research that fits what has been happening to Raph but I didn’t get a chance to tell anyone except him. We were about to start the sleep study and I didn’t want any interruptions.”
            The last was delivered pointedly and again Leo was silent for a moment.
            “Mikey seemed so sure,” Leo finally said.
            Don laughed once. “A wishful fantasy from a slightly hormonal brother who is attempting to justify his feelings. He may actually believe it himself. Mikey has always wanted things he can’t have; a loving sexual relationship with the older brother he idolizes isn’t that strange a desire coming from him. You should have let him down easy rather than immediately jumping to the conclusion that Raph and I are screwing each other like rabbits.”
            “Donny, I didn’t . . . .” Leo began, sounding contrite.
            “Save it,” Don cut in. “I have more important things to do than debate this nonsense with you. Somehow Raph has managed to sleep through this little comedy of errors and I would like for the rest of the night to be both peaceful and silent. Am I asking too much that you redirect your focus to the most important matter at hand?”
            “No,” Leo answered. “I’m sorry. I need to try to talk to Mikey now.”
            “Please do it quietly,” Don once more emphasized. He was pleased when Leo hung up without saying anything further.
            Putting the phone down, Don walked back over to Raph. Thankfully his brother had stayed asleep as Don adroitly averted the disaster that might have separated them.
            Don reviewed his feelings as his eyes drank in Raph’s form. The first sounds outside the door had startled the genius and then the beginning of his conversation with Leo had scared him.
            Near the end of their discussion, Don found that he was more than a little angry, although he was careful to convey no more of that than was necessary. As he grappled with Leo’s interference, Don fumed at how Leonardo seemed to be incapable of following a simple directive.
            Somehow Leo seemed to think that his concerns far outweighed those of the rest of the household and that he needn’t do what anyone else asked of him. His oldest brother’s ego was becoming insufferable. No wonder Raphael balked at Leo’s directives and fought him on nearly everything to no avail. Leo was more stubborn than Raph and quite possibly more untamable.
            “That isn’t completely true of you anymore though is it, Raph?” Don asked softly, his eyes gleaming. “The great Leonardo can’t get you to do what he says all of the time, can he? Not even Master Splinter can get your full obedience, but I can. Just me.”
            Raph’s head rolled to the side and a small moan issued from his throat. Don smiled, sure that his hot headed brother was attempting to deny him even in his sleep.
            Then he noticed that Raph’s cock, which had deflated and receded into its pouch with the first bang on the door, was again becoming excited.
            Don’s eyes narrowed. Grabbing his brother’s arms, he crossed them over Raph’s plastron, leaning on them as he stretched forward to stare into Raph’s face.
            “Shh, Raphie, everything’s fine now,” Don said hoarsely. “Leo was just trying to interrupt our fun, but I got rid of him.”
            “Fun?” Raph murmured, blinking around at his surroundings before closing his eyes again.
            “Yes,” Don hissed.
            Groping around Raph’s lower plastron while his eyes remained glued to his brother’s face, Don closed his fingers around Raph’s protruding shaft. Carefully squeezing, he excited it enough so that Raph’s cock popped all of the way out.
            “Donny,” Raph groaned without waking.
            Shifting off his brother, Don released Raph’s cock and grabbed one of his arms. Pulling it down, he adjusted the strap around Raph’s wrist, jerking it tight angrily. He almost ran around to the other side to repeat the process, glaring at Raph as he did so.
            Leo and his damn interference. Now Raph appeared to be having wet dreams about Donatello and that wasn’t at all what Don wanted. The idea of any type of consensual relationship turned the genius off completely. Raph would want his turn on top and Don wasn’t having that.
            Standing between Raph’s outstretched legs, Don barely caught himself in time to keep from simply ramming his length into his brother as brutally as possible. The idea was so overwhelmingly erotic that Don’s cock sprang up, fully and gloriously erect.
            As calmly as he could manage, Don placed a liberal amount of lube into one hand and began to slide it over his cock. The long, slow pulls were making him ache and throb, so to take his mind off of that, he leaned forward and ran his tongue from the base of Raph’s cock to the tip.
            Raph shivered and churred. Don looked up and saw that Raph’s eyes were partially open.
            What was it his brother had said when Don told Raph his cock enjoyed the treatment that Don had lavished upon it? Oh yes, that he had no control over that. Don’s mouth twitched as a satisfied smile warred with his anger. Raph had been right about that fact; he had no control over anything anymore. The control belonged to Donatello.
            Sliding his entire mouth over Raph’s cock, Don began sucking and licking his brother’s erection, paying special attention to the sensitive tip. Raph churred and twisted as Don worked, his drug addled brain convinced that he was experiencing nothing more than a dream fantasy.
            Don could tell when Raph was getting close to an orgasm. His brother’s hips were thrusting up towards Don’s mouth and his cock grew hot and swelled outward.
            Lifting his mouth away, Don shoved his cock into Raph’s ass, shaking the table with the force of his thrust.
            Raph’s eyes snapped open and he grunted, lifting his head as he tried to pull his arms up.
            “What the fuck . . . ?” Raph yelled. It took another moment to realize that Don was between his legs and that something was embedded in his anal canal.
            It took another moment for it to dawn on him that his cock was fully engorged.
            “Don!” Raph shouted in embarrassment. “What . . . oh shit, did I do something ta myself?”
            Don bit his tongue to keep from giggling. It was almost the same question each time; Raph was convinced that whatever was wrong with their situation had to be his fault.
            Rather than answer, Don grabbed Raph’s cock again and began to pump it.
            Raph’s mouth fell open in astonishment and he tried to sit up. Pulling with his arms, he discovered that they had been restrained and when he looked back down, Raph saw that his legs were suspended in mid-air.
            “Stop it Don,” Raph growled. “I don’t need your help with this, just let it go back down.”
            “I’m the one who made it go ‘up’ in the first place,” Don said, concentrating on bringing Raph to the edge again before he would allow himself to move.
            “Ya’ ain’t m . . . makin’ any sense,” Raph stuttered, trying to ignore what Don was doing to him. It was too much like his forbidden dream. “Why am I tied up? I didn’t . . . I didn’t try ta attack ya’ did I?”
            Don faltered for just a second before continuing. That was a new question.
            “No,” Don answered. “The other way around.” Unable to take the strain any longer, he pulled his hips back and drove forward, beginning a steady rhythm as he took his pleasure.
            “I’m raping you,” Don told him.
            Raph gasped as Don began fucking him, finally understanding that the full feeling he was experiencing was his genius brother’s dick impaling him.
            “Get away, Don!” Raph shouted. “Stop it!”
            Raph was panting and thrashing around on the table, unable to free his arms or legs. Don ignored his pleas as he continued to move inside Raph’s body, but the worst was Don’s hand.
            Don’s hand on Raph’s still completely hard cock. Raph’s traitorous penis was thoroughly aroused by Don’s actions and even as Raph tried to concentrate on backing off of his erection, Don’s cock hit something inside of him that had Raph seeing stars.
            Slamming the back of his head against the padded table, Raph cried out as he climaxed, his seed spurting across his plastron in hot, sticky ropes.
            Don released him then and began to drive into Raph faster and harder.
            “I told you I’d make you enjoy this,” Don said, grunting with exertion. “I told you that you belong to me. I told you that I’m in con . . . control.”
            With a last, hard thrust, Don orgasmed.
            Raph’s hands curled into fists when Don buried his cock in Raph’s ass and shot his load. Raph could feel the heat of Don’s come filling him and he ground his teeth in despair and frustration.
            Sucking in oxygen in huge gulping breaths, Don looked up at Raph’s face. With all movement at a complete stop and his own afterglow settling in, Raph was quickly drifting off to sleep again.
            Don wiped his hand on Raph’s thigh and pulled his cock out of his brother. He wasn’t as satisfied with this domination of Raph as he’d been before. Even making Raph orgasm didn’t provide the same rush of power.
            It had been too easy this time. Raph didn’t fight as hard; he didn’t struggle or bark at Don about how wrong this was. He didn’t demand that Don let him go.
            Walking towards the head of the table, Don leaned down and stared at his brother’s face. Unless he was mistaken, it appeared that the corners of Raph’s mouth were turned up, as though he were smiling.
            Don doubled both his hands into fists and struck his own forehead. Raph enjoyed having Don hang out with him now. Raph liked talking to Don now. Raph trusted everything Don said and followed his suggestions even without the drugs.
            Raph was having sexual dreams about Don and he actually seemed to want to have them. Raph was beginning to want Don; had even been worried that his secret desire had caused him to try to push himself on his smart brother.
            Had it been like that all along? Could Don have mistaken Raph’s gruff attitude and aggressiveness for disdain, when in actuality, Raph viewed Don with respect and admiration?
            That wasn’t what Don wanted; it wasn’t what had fueled Don’s imagination and driven him to distraction with need.
            Slowly opening his hands, Don placed them on the edge of the table next to Raph’s body. His eyes darted back and forth as his brain began to work quickly, reviewing every feeling he’d had since Bishop had captured them.
            Lying strapped to a table in Bishop’s lab, struggling with all the power in his great muscles, Raph had drawn Don’s eyes. But he wasn’t the only brother that Don had been transfixed by.
            His first thought upon waking was to look for Leo. Leo his leader. Fearless. The brother exactly opposite of Raphael.
            While Raph struggled and fought, Don could see Leo systematically checking each of his restraints. Silently, his concentration fixed, Leo worked on his bonds just as Raph had, but when Raph leaned back and cursed, Leo didn’t give up.
            Even as he calmly spoke to Bishop, Leo was continuing to test the straps holding him down. So focused, so cold and calculating even as Bishop menaced Mikey.
            Just as Master Splinter arrived to save them, Don remembered seeing one of Leo’s arms begin to slip out of his bonds.
            Leo, the brother who expressed the most contempt for Don’s fighting abilities. Leo who strutted about like the cock of the walk. Leo who stood toe to toe with the more powerful Raphael and didn’t flinch.
            Leo, the brother who had callously stepped all over Mikey’s feelings and egotistically brushed aside the idea of a physical relationship with the youngest. Leo who had then attempted to force his way into the infirmary to summarily order Don and Raph not to even think of becoming physical either.
            Don lifted a hand and stroked Raph’s cheek gently, smiling when his brother moaned.
            Maybe Don had been focused on the wrong brother.
TBC…………………….
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