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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
- 18
- 19
- 20
The End Justifies

Part 19
            Mikey was furious. He really hated for any of his brothers to treat him as though he were some clueless kid and he especially hated that when he wanted to be taken seriously, Leo pulled the over protective older brother bit.
            It was all the more infuriating to have opened his biggest secret to Leo’s view and instead of treating the revelation with respect, Leo seemed more focused on busting up whatever Donny had going than in trying to understand what Mikey was telling him.
            Apparently, as far as Leo was concerned, Mikey was an inconsequential adolescent. Maybe if he’d been the one born with the giant brain and the ability to cold shoulder Leo then his oldest brother would be interested in him.
            Mikey could be invisible for all Leo seemed to care. The oldest took it for granted that Mikey would be there whenever Leo turned around and needed him. The only time Leo really saw him was when Mikey practically begged for attention.
            Leo spent all of his time lately thinking about Raph or Don, or Raph and Don. Well Michelangelo was pretty damned tired of being the invisible turtle.
            Mikey had wanted an answer and he’d gotten it. Leo was a priest with morals that reached the stratosphere and wings to match. No way was Mikey ever going to be able to ascend high enough in his brother’s eyes to be noticed by him or important to him.
            That was fine, Mikey decided. Better than spending every day wondering what Leo would think. Better than having admitted to his Father that he had a crush on his oldest brother and then listening to Master Splinter tell him to move slowly before deciding that was a path he wanted to follow.
            The decision had been made for him and since everyone always figured that Mikey was going to take the easy way out, this time Mikey would accept that assumption without argument.
            Flinging himself onto the bed and pouting had seemed like a great plan when Mikey had entered his room, but once inside he found that he was too restless to just sit on his butt. He slid a pile of stuff out of his way with his foot, looked at it for a minute, and then leaned over to start scooping things into drawers and boxes.
            In about five minutes flat, Mikey was on a cleaning frenzy that his room hadn’t seen since the day he first moved into it.
            He was so busy shoving the clutter around and tossing things into a big trash box that he didn’t hear the knock on the door. A few minutes later when he turned around to push the box closer to the door, he saw Leo standing in the opening.
            Mouth pressed into a thin line, Mikey managed to squeeze out, “Ever heard of knocking?”
            “I did,” Leo said. It came out hoarse so he cleared his throat. “I guess you didn’t hear me.”
            “Not hearing you now either,” Mikey said, turning his back. “Go bug Donny some more, he’s the one who has your total focus these days.”
            “I was paying attention to every word you said, Mikey,” Leo said defensively. “You took me by surprise with that announcement; how did you think I would react?”
            Mikey spun on him. “I ran through a lot of scenarios in my head, but having you say that my love would ruin the family didn’t make it into the top ten.”
            “Don’t distort my words,” Leo said. “I said that it wasn’t safe for us to form that kind of attachment. I’m sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but I’ve always dealt honestly with you and I’m not going to change just to save your feelings.”
            Crossing his arms over his plastron, Mikey said, “That’s great, Leo. Go ahead and mount your high horse so you can tell me how it’s morally wrong, or how it would break our family apart, or that the entire idea makes you uncomfortable. The main point is I don’t really need to hear all of that again.”
            “I don’t want you to hate me, Mikey,” Leo said.
            “You don’t want me to love you either,” Mikey snapped back. “I guess we’re at a stalemate. Why don’t you go somewhere and meditate about it? Somewhere that isn’t here.”
            He turned his back on Leo and went back to sorting through the accumulated piles that lay strewn around his room, making as much noise as possible. Leo watched him for a few minutes, finally realizing that Mikey was too angry to willingly listen to anything his older brother might say.
            With a sigh, Leo backed out of the room and closed the door. When he was gone, Mikey stood up straight and blinked his eyes a few times to clear the film of moisture on them. Then he grabbed a book and flung it against the door as hard as he could.
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            After his conversation with Leo, Don stood next to the examination table and studied Raphael for nearly an hour. Running the tips of his fingers over Raph’s thick muscles still excited him; the idea of having such control over his brother’s superior strength was exhilarating.
            That odd clenching need in his gut was gone though. Don knew that he could re-create the fire in his loins by waking Raph so that his brother would fight him, Don was just ambivalent about doing so.
            Don realized that this night was done as far as he was concerned. His epiphany regarding Leo left him with no desire to play with Raph any longer. However, there were still things that needed doing before the night could end and the first was to let Raph out of his bindings.
            Quickly releasing Raph’s wrists from the leather straps, Don moved to the end of the table and very carefully lifted his brother’s legs from the slings, draping them over the bottom edge of the table once they were free.
            He moved slowly enough so that Raph didn’t wake; the drugs in his system preventing him from noticing a light touch or gentle caress. With infinite patience, Don cleaned the evidence of their sexual encounters from Raph’s body, noting with interest how his brother responded with a shudder or moan when Don touched his more intimate body parts.
            That suited Don’s purpose perfectly. He needed for Raph to become aroused, just not on the exam table.
            One at a time, Don lifted his brother’s legs out straight and then bent them at the knee, working the circulation back into them. Each movement caused Raph’s eyes to slip open and drift closed again; Don’s manipulations being too gentle to rouse him from the grip of the drugs in his system.
            When Don was certain that Raph would be able to stand on his own, he stepped around to the side of the table and called to him.
            “Raph, wake up.”
            Raph shook his head and grumbled something unintelligible without bothering to open his eyes. Reaching between Raph’s legs, Don pinched the base of his brother’s tail.
            “Ow shit!” Raph yelped, his eyes flying open.
            Pressing his hands against the edges of the table, Raph tried to push himself upright. Don grabbed one of his arms to help when it became obvious Raph didn’t have the motor function to do it himself.
            “What the hell am I doin’ over here?” Raph asked, blinking around the infirmary, the injury to his tail forgotten.
            Don was too intent on the last piece of his plan to bother tormenting Raph further and said, “I wanted to check something. Come on; let’s get you back to your cot, you’re half asleep.”
            Bracing himself, Don took most of Raph’s weight as his brother slid off of the exam table. They didn’t move for a minute as Raph waited for the room to stop spinning, but once he felt he had his equilibrium under control he walked back to the cot with minimal support from Donatello.
            As he sat on the cot, Raph looked up at Don and said, “I don’t feel so hot.”
            Don squatted in front of him, the concern on his face genuine. Up to this point Raph had shown no ill effects from the drug cocktail that Don had been giving him.
            “In what way, Raph? Can you describe how you feel?” Don asked.
            Raph slid a shaking hand over his face and eyeballed Don. “Just really sleepy and kinda weak. Donny, I ain’t been sayin’ or doing anything that’s offensive ta ya’, have I?”
            Curious as to how much Raph might admit with the drugs in his system taking away his natural reticence, Don said, “Of course not. Did you think you might have because of something you’ve been dreaming?”
            “Yeah,” Raph said as his chin dropped towards his chest. “I’ve been dreamin’ about ya’ a lot, Donny.”
            His eyes were drifting closed again and Don reached over to take both of his brother’s ankles in his hands to start lifting them onto the cot. Raph nodded in acknowledgement and turned so he could lie down flat on his carapace.
            Standing slowly, Don allowed his fingers to glide up along Raph’s muscled legs until they reached the creases between thigh and plastron. Raph’s eyes were closed and he sighed when Don touched the delicate flesh on his inner thigh.
            In a deep whisper, Don asked, “Do those dreams excite you, Raphael?”
            “Shell, Donny,” Raph half moaned as his legs opened wider of their own accord.
            Sliding his fingers further, Don teased the gradually widening gap in Raph’s lower plastron.
            “Is this what you dream about?” Don leaned in close to his brother’s face and Raph’s breath washed over his skin as he answered.
            “Yes.”
            The response was a low groan. With a slight smile, Don pressed a kiss to Raph’s mouth and found to his surprise that Raph opened willingly, his tongue seeking Don’s almost before Don could reach out with his.
            Pulling away, Don said in a low, strong tone, “Touch yourself, Raph.”
            He backed away from the bed and eased onto the cot next to Raph’s, lying on his side and closing his eyes partway. The camera that was focused on Raph’s bed would pick up Don’s form, but the clarity wouldn’t be sharp enough for anyone to see him speaking.
            “You need this, Raphael,” Don said. “You’re so hard under your plastron that it’s painful. Drop down and give yourself what you really want.”
            Raph’s hand moved down, rubbing his own scutes as it traveled to the partially freed erection showing through Raph’s plastron. Stroking his fingers along the edges of his shaft, Raph finally dropped down completely with a loud sigh and quickly wrapped his palm around his cock.
            Don watched his brother jerk off; Raph’s churrs loud and enticing. After fifteen seconds of that, Don gave his drugged brother another command.
            “Put the fingers of your other hand in your mouth and get them wet, Raph,” Don said.
            It took a moment for the words to process through Raph’s befuddled mind, but when they did he put two fingers into his mouth and sucked, wetting both completely.
            “That’s enough,” Don called. “Now, while they’re nice and wet, stick your fingers in your ass.”
            Raph let out a puff of air from around his fingers, but didn’t remove them from his mouth. The hand he was using to jerk himself off sped up and he began to churr.
            More forcefully, Don said, “Put your fingers in your ass, Raphael. You want to do this with me, don’t you? You want to pleasure your Donny just right, don’t you?”
            Raph’s fingers came out of his mouth with a wet pop and he moaned, “Yes.”
            Rocking back on his carapace, Raph lifted one hip and slid both of his fingers inside his entrance. He would have hurt himself if not for the fact that Don had raped him so many times during the night that Raph’s anal canal was already loosened.
            Don didn’t have to tell Raph what to do after that; his brother was actively searching for the sweet spot inside his core. It was only when Raph started to moan Don’s name that the purple banded brother interrupted.
            “No, Raph. Keep your voice down; this is our secret. You can’t use words,” Don told him quickly.
            Raph bit his lower lip to keep from speaking, but that didn’t stop the sounds of his churrs and moans. His cock was glistening with precome and Raph’s hand was nearly a blur as he worked to bring himself off.
            Just as Raph cried out his climax, Don leaped to his feet and rushed to stand next to his brother. Come splattered across Raph’s hand, arm, and plastron as Don began shaking him.
            “Raph! Raph, wake up!” Don shouted, appearing both frantic and frightened for the camera that was recording them.
            Breathing hard, Raph’s eyes snapped open and his head turned from left to right before he focused on Don, who was standing over him.
            “D . . .Donny?” Raph asked, his heart racing.
            “You have to stop,” Don said. “Please Raph, you’re hurting yourself.”
            Confused, Raph tried to sit up and only then realized that one of his hands was tightly gripping his now flagging cock and the fingers on his other hand were buried up to the last knuckle in his rectum.
            “Oh shit!” Raph yelped, turning almost the same shade of purple as Don’s mask.
            He jerked his hand away from his dick but before he could remove his fingers, Don gripped his arm tightly.
            “Slow,” Don warned. “Pull them out slowly so you don’t do any more damage.”
            Quivering with embarrassment and shame, Raph carefully extracted his fingers as Don cautiously guided him.
            “I’m so sorry, Raph,” Don murmured. “I fell asleep. I’m so, so sorry.”
            “It’s okay, Donny,” Raph said, not wanting Don to feel any guilt over the contemptible display Raph had just given him.
            “It isn’t okay,” Don said. “I was supposed to monitor you. Relax now, okay? Don’t move; I’m going to get something to clean you up.”
            He stepped away to grab a box of sanitary cleansing towels. When he returned, he saw that Raph had begun to fall asleep again.
            With a slight smile, Don made a great show of wiping down his brother’s arm, plastron, and both hands.
            “I need to check to see if you hurt yourself,” Don said, more for the benefit of the camera than Raph, who wasn’t conscious enough to hear him anyway.
            Lifting Raph’s knees, Don pushed them in opposite directions to open a space between his brother’s legs. Very gently, he wiped around Raph’s puckered entrance and pretended to carefully examine him with a small pencil flashlight.
            Placing Raph’s legs back into a comfortable position, Don covered the lower half of his body with a blanket and moved out of camera range. Washing his hands, he let the film run for a half hour while he disassembled the set up on the examination table and locked away the objects he’d used to bind Raph.
            Once every bit of evidence, including the extra cameras, had been cleared away, Don stopped the tape on the camera pointed at Raph’s cot. Removing the small tape cassette from the housing, Don set it down on his desk and then walked back over to stand next to Raph.
            Touching Raph’s plastron lightly, Don leaned over and pressed a kiss to his brother’s mouth. Raph mumbled something as their lips separated and then he turned his head away.
            “Don’t worry, Raph,” Don said with a smile. “I won’t abandon you completely; it’s just that I have another challenge to look forward to.”
            Placing his mouth close to the side of Raph’s head, Don whispered, “Maybe I’ll play with both of you at the same time. Would you like that Raph? Maybe I’ll arrange for you to get a little revenge on dear, overbearing Leonardo.”
            Giggling slightly, Don patted Raph’s shoulder and moved back to his desk. He had a few hours left before the drugs in Raph’s system wore off. It was more than enough time for him to create a movie masterpiece that would fool the staunchest of doubters.
            While he worked on that, Don would begin planning his next coup. Leonardo would be a much more worthy adversary; already suspicious and wary, it would take a near miracle for Don to take him.
            Or a stroke of brilliance. Laughing lowly, Don started running his playback. Leaving things to chance or relying on miracles wasn’t necessary when you had genius and Donatello just so happened to be one.
TBC…………………
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