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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 23 Final
            Leo chose not to argue with his brother’s retreating back, instead going to look for Don. He found the genius in the infirmary, his laptop open, and a pad of paper next to it filled with Don’s distinctive scribble.
            Don sat up as Leo walked towards him. “Did you have any problems locating the Clonazepam?”
            Leo handed the bottle to him and then set the rest of the medications from Don’s list on the table.
            “Raph’s working his temper out on the punching bag,” Leo said. “He said for you to call him when you’re ready to give him his medicine.”
            “I figured we should start with a half milligram,” Don said absently before looking at his brother. “What temper? Did you two have an argument?”
            Leo shook his head. “Not really. I think the enforced inaction is getting to him. He did take the opportunity to put in his two cents worth about my situation with Mikey.”
            “I only told him that Mikey had a more than brotherly interest in you,” Don quickly explained. “Raph saw what happened during breakfast and wanted to know what was going on.”
            “That’s all right, Donny,” Leo said. “Things were bound to come out; Mikey told me that he’d even talked to Master Splinter about his feelings. When I spoke to Master Splinter today, he acknowledged that Mikey had come to him. I explained to sensei how what Mikey wanted was not possible. Master Splinter agrees with my assessment.”
            There it was, on Leo’s face and in his posture. That iron control over himself and now even over their Father. Making decisions for all of them and expecting that his word was law.
            Don understood how he could have missed it before; after all, Raph was the more vocal, more volatile of the two. Everything about the red banded turtle drew the eye; everything he did or said oozed machismo.
            Raph was the first to dart into a fight; Raph was the first to start a fight. He kowtowed to no one.
            No one except Leonardo. Fearless leader. The brother who held the true power in their home.
            Don wanted to take it from him; he wanted to shake Leo’s iron control. He wanted to hear Leo beg that Donatello not rape him. Don wanted to see Leo’s tears just as he’d seen Raph’s when his brother realized that Don was calling the shots and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it.
            “Mikey came to me after breakfast,” Don said slowly, watching Leo’s face for visual clues.
            The only sign Leo gave that the subject was sensitive to him was a tiny tick along his jawline. It was much more than he normally gave away, and Don was secretly pleased to have found a tiny split in his brother’s armor.
            “Why?” Leo asked, leaving the question open and general in order to garner as much information as possible.
            Don wanted to laugh; Leo didn’t even put conscious thought into his efforts to maneuver and manipulate. It was all a part of his ingrained training and Don was going to enjoy every second of Leo’s fight for control.
            “Most of our conversation was in confidence,” Don said, pursing his lips.
            He spent a moment contemplating how much he would tell Leo. His brother waited patiently, saying nothing as he let the silence gain weight.
            “Mikey is trying to find a way to overcome the obvious difficulties surrounding the relationship he wants to have with you,” Don finally said. “He refuses to accept the notion that the type of love he wants is not something he can have with his brother.”
            Leo’s arms crossed over his plastron, the pose indicating both his stubborn resolve and an unconscious desire to intimidate. It sent a shiver of desire down Don’s spine.
            “Raphael believes I handled my conversation with Mikey incorrectly,” Leo said.
            “Hmm,” Don hummed, “he rarely agrees with you on any subject anyway. Was he more specific than that?”
            “Yes actually,” Leo answered.
            He was a little surprised by Don’s response; he sounded more like the supportive brother of old, the genius that Leo relied on as a confidant. It was possible that Mikey’s assessment was correct; Raph had something that Don needed for a short period of time but now Don would return to normal.
            “He thinks I left a door open for Mikey,” Leo added.
            “Did you?” Don asked, curious as to Leo’s motivations.
            “Not intentionally,” Leo said. “I was honestly more concerned about the situation with Raphael and hearing Mikey’s confession made me wonder if perhaps he wasn’t the only brother in the lair having those types of feelings.”
            Don would have been more concerned at the direction the conversation was taking if he hadn’t already spoken to Mikey about this subject.
            “Apparently Mikey had the same notion,” Don said. “He seemed to think that Raph and I were bedding each other and that I might have some idea of how to get you on board with the same kind of deal.”
            “What did you tell him?” Leo asked.
            Unable to resist a shot at his brother, Don said, “That Raph and I weren’t bedding each other.”
            Leo closed his eyes and then opened them a minute later. “I suppose I deserved that.”
            “No you didn’t,” Don said, trying to sound contrite. “Mikey’s revelation was undoubtedly a major shock to you and your mind leaped to a logical conclusion with regard to something you didn’t understand about my relationship with Raph. It’s just that you were wrong there, and you were too off balance to handle Mikey correctly.”
            Leo took a deep breath. “I’ll have to remedy that before it gets any further out of hand.”
            “I’d say so,” Don agreed. “I did tell him that incest wasn’t a particularly good way to handle his sexual angst.”
            “Maybe it is a phase,” Leo said absently.
            “Something you told Raph?” Don guessed, seeing the far off look in Leo’s eyes.
            Leo nodded and then decided to change the subject. Dropping his pose, he pointed at the medication he’d brought back to the lair.
            “Is this stuff going to work?” Leo asked.
            Don stared at the bottle, rolling it between his fingers as he answered, “It should. Our clinical responses are the same as that of a humans to other medications we’ve taken. Of course it all depends on whether Raph takes the proper dosage regularly.”
            “He will,” Leo promised. “I’ll make sure of it.”
            The forceful sound of his voice made Don look up. Leo’s eyes were on the bottle, a tenacious expression on his face.
            It had all been there for Don to see if he’d ever really opened his eyes; the self-assured stance, the stony gaze, the unwavering purpose. All of Raph’s twisting and fighting was nothing but bluster when compared to Leo’s steadfast will.
            Don pressed his thighs together to staunch the sudden flash of desire.
            Raph was the physically stronger of the two, but Leo was the one who exuded the most dominance. It emanated from every pore in Leo’s body; it danced across his skin like a powerful electric charge.
            The type of omnipotence that rolled off Leo acted like an intoxicant to Donatello; one that left him aching and twitching with need.
            “You know, if he doesn’t want to take it you can’t very well shove it down his throat,” Don observed mildly, although the fantasy of Leo doing just that danced behind Don’s eyes.
            “Resorting to his kind of physical violence is hardly the answer,” Leo said, choosing to take Don’s statement literally. “There are ways to keep Raph in line. Taking away certain privileges such as his shell cycle amongst them.”
            “You’d be treating him like an errant child,” Don said.
            “He often behaves like one,” Leo told him dryly.
            Don pursed his lips. “There are other ways to treat his petulance that wouldn’t result in a temper flash fire,” he said.
            “Is that what you’ve been learning about Raph?” Leo asked. “The better way to deal with his outbursts and insubordination?”
            “Possibly,” Don said cautiously, warning signals activated in his brain.
            Leo was a dangerous and astute adversary; it would not do for Don to let his guard down simply because he was beginning to see his oldest brother in a different light. Leo was staring at him appraisingly.
            “If I wanted you to apply what you’ve learned about our brother towards assisting me to direct Raph’s energies in a more productive way, how would you feel about that?” Leo asked.
            “If you’re asking has he revealed any secrets that you could use against him, I couldn’t tell you that,” Don countered. “It wouldn’t be ethical or appropriate.”
            Leo had begun shaking his head partway through Don’s response. Reaching over to grab a stool, Leo pulled it around in front of Don and perched on it, leaning towards his brother after he was seated.
            “I’m not asking that you break a trust,” Leo assured him. “I would never do that. What I want is the benefit of your insight into what influences and motivates him. Something more . . . advisory.”
            Don’s brain was moving at lightning speed. Leo had never asked him for his ideas on the things that drove his brothers; Don was the technical guy, not the one with the keen insight. That expertise belonged to Mikey, but Leo wasn’t on his youngest brother’s good side any longer.
            Funny to already see how much Leo needed Mikey. Even funnier to realize that Leo was finally grasping that fact and rather than going to Mikey to deal with it, Leo was attempting to establish a work around.
            Don actually had no problem with that; in fact it was going to play right into his hands to have Leo suddenly need him so much more.
            “Ah, the general is working to understand his troops?” Don quipped, thinking of Sun Tzu, the ancient Chinese commander that Leo tried to emulate.
            Leo flashed a rare smile. “Making fun of me, Donny?”
            The teasing tone threw Don off his stride for a moment.
            “Maybe a little,” he admitted.
            “You have to know that you are the brother I most rely on,” Leo said, growing serious once more. “You have always been my anchor. It isn’t just the fact that we need you to deal with the technical aspects of our life and missions; it’s the fact that I don’t have to worry or wonder about what you’ll be doing during a battle.”
            “Other than possibly getting my butt kicked,” Don tossed out, not quite able to let it go.
            “I won’t argue that with you since from your viewpoint it’s valid,” Leo said. “That’s the viewpoint that counts and all I can promise to do is work harder to ensure you don’t feel that I’m disparaging your abilities.”
            “Not by simply humoring me, I hope,” Don said.
            “No, I think you know me well enough to know that I’m not capable of that type of subtlety,” Leo explained. “I’ve thought very hard about the roles we assume when we go into battle and something I’ve realized is that while three quarters of our team is focused on fighting, we’ve asked you to sub-divide your attention. My entire plan is normally based on a task that I’m counting on you to accomplish. Expecting you to concentrate on that job and to also focus on a fight is asking you to do much more than the rest of us.”
            “That has never bothered me, Leo,” Don said. “Each of us should do what suits our talents best. You’ve hit my point here exactly; if you want me to focus on a technical aspect of our mission, you can’t expect me to grow eyes in the back of my head. If all you want of me is to fight, then you need to know that I can keep up with the rest of you there as well.”
            “I do know that, Master Splinter knows that, even Raph and Mikey know it. We all have our egos and sometimes find it difficult to acknowledge that one member of our team might be a more well-rounded player than the others. Raph would be the last to admit that in a pure fight anyone could overcome his pure aggression. We need that too, even though he is often insufferable when it comes to following orders. He seems to think he can pick and choose parts of a plan.”
            “Countermanding you in the field is not an idea I would ever entertain,” Don said thoughtfully. “You’ve proven yourself the most capable at leading us.”
            “I appreciate your support more than you’ll ever know,” Leo said warmly. “Knowing that you’ll stand with me makes attempting to keep the other two in line so much simpler.”
            Donatello came close to standing up and applauding. His brother was certainly pouring it on as he worked to place Don solidly in his camp. Team Leo would have a distinct advantage by having Don as part of its united front.
            “It must be stressful to have such diverse personalities to lead,” Don murmured. “Master Splinter has high expectations of you and our enemies are always out there waiting for us to make one small slip. I want you to know that I can get angry with you sometimes but that I’d never abandon you, Leo. I honestly don’t think our family can stand strong without your leadership.”
            Leo was beaming at him as though Don had just scored a hundred on a test. It was incredible to Don just how much smug confidence Leo could exude.
            “We’ll make Raph whole again,” Leo said with conviction. “Mikey will get over this hormonal notion of his and our family with be stronger than ever.”
            “I can help with that in my small way,” Don said as he smiled. “Aside from the obvious, if you need to talk things out I’ll be happy to offer suggestions and you can rest assured everything you say will be held in the strictest confidence. Come to me whenever you need to, shell, I’ll even drink tea with you. I actually have a special blend I’ve been holding onto. It can be just the two of us; a little tea, a little meditation.”
            The look on Leo’s face was exactly the one that suffused his features whenever one of his plans went off without a hitch. Complacent; slightly pompous. Absolutely positive that Don was wrapped around his finger.
            Don wondered what his expression would be when he found his mouth or ass wrapped around Don’s cock. Even then he’d probably be using his agile mind to find a way to break free, but Don’s drugs would render that muscle as useless as they’d done to the ones in Raph’s arms.
            Leo laughed lightly. “Wow Don, that’s quite a sacrifice. Tea instead of coffee?”
            “Come on, Leo,” Don said with a shy grin. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
            Leo stood up and clapped Don on the shoulder, squeezing gently before turning to leave.
            “I’m going to take your advice and speak to Mikey,” Leo said. “I’ll go slow and make sure he understands that not only am I not interested in a relationship of the kind he’s proposing, but that the effect of such a thing would impose too much stress on our family.”
            “You need to let him know that you respect how brave he was to tell you about his feelings in the first place,” Don suggested, “and that you didn’t mean to make it sound as if you don’t respect his right to have those feelings. Leo, please be sure he knows your sexual orientation is hetero, even if it isn’t. You aren’t going to dissuade his hopes of a relationship if Mikey continues to think he might have something you’d want.”
            Leo nodded curtly, his face smoothing back into an inscrutable mask. It was truly an amazing thing to watch, Don thought to himself as Leo strode from the room. The sheer strength of Leo’s resolve was definitely formidable and the very thought of breaking his brother sent shivers through Don’s body.
            Don was no longer making any effort whatsoever to try and understand his desires; he was much too focused on fulfilling them. Gone was the fear of discovery or the possibility of retribution; he was sure now that whatever came his way could be dealt with. The very idea that what he’d done and planned to do was in any way depraved was gone from his conscience; in fact, it seemed he no longer had a conscience.
            Speaking to Leo about tea made Don realize he was thirsty. Closing his laptop, he left the infirmary and headed for the kitchen.
            There was no coffee left in the pot, so Don rinsed it quickly and began brewing more. The very idea of having to drink tea set his taste buds to protesting, but if that was what he had to do to get his drug cocktail into Leo, then he’d make the sacrifice.
            Don wondered what exactly Leo would say to Mikey. Whatever it was, there was a very good chance it would leave Mikey hurt and bewildered. Michelangelo was actually in the same boat as Don was, the more the genius thought about it. Powerful and agile, quick and talented, Mikey was still never taken seriously.
            To his family, Mikey was and always would be a kid. Don felt a pang of empathy for his youngest brother. It was rather unfair that Mikey should suffer because of that designation.
            The aroma of fresh coffee snapped him out of his reverie and Don poured himself a cup. Walking over to the table, he sat down to sip his hot brew and think some more about the situation.
            Mikey had shown such devotion to Leo that he really deserved to have Leo in every way possible. It was obvious that Leo wouldn’t willingly reach that conclusion without some assistance.
            Don smiled to himself. What he planned to do to Leo would make him amenable to Mikey’s advances. Training Leonardo to enjoy the attentions of a brother would be doing a great service to Mikey. It would certainly teach Leo not to be so arrogant about his youngest brother’s feelings.
            Once Don had taught Leo a few lessons, he thought he might just drug Mikey a little and then encourage his little brother to have his way with Leo. Considering how that had worked out with Raph, it wouldn’t take long for Leo to start dreaming about Mikey.
            Sitting straight and pulling his shoulders back, Don felt very proud of himself. What he was doing couldn’t possibly be wrong if it was going to end up making Mikey exceptionally happy.
            Raph hadn’t heard from either Leo or Don for quite a while and left off hitting his bag to go find out what was going on. Passing the kitchen, he saw Don sitting there with his cup in hand and a faraway look on his face.
            Changing direction, Raph went in to join his brother. Don seemed not to notice him as Raph opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Flipping a chair around so that he could straddle it and rest his arms on the back, Raph twisted the cap from his bottle and gulped down half of it, his eyes on Don the entire time.
            “Ya’ feeling okay, Donny?” Raph asked.
            Don blinked and forced his mind back to the present. “Oh, sorry Raph,” he said contritely. “I meant to look for you after Leo brought back the medication, but he and I had a rather long discussion.”
            “One of the kind that drives ya’ into the kitchen looking for coffee? If he asked ya’ ta stay up half the night doing something for him I hope ya’ told him ta shove it. Ya’ ain’t been getting enough sleep as it is,” Raph growled protectively.
            Shaking his head, Don said, “Nothing like that. He was telling me that you informed him of the error he made in his communications with Mikey. I said that you were correct in your assessment and hopefully Leo’s having a constructive conversation with Mikey right now.”
            “Ya’ agreed with me, huh?” Raph’s mouth quirked up into a half smile before he hid it behind his water bottle.
            “Your analysis was extremely astute,” Don told him.
            “I’m glad ya’ didn’t say that like ya’ found it surprising,” Raph said.
            “Assuming I’ve made certain disparaging presumptions about your intellect? Considering my own personal experience with that, I’d be the last to do such a thing,” Don said.
            “I believe ya’,” Raph said. “Ya’ always been up front with me. Speaking of which, ya’ figured out how much of that stuff I gotta take?”
            “Yes. Whenever you’re ready for bed come see me. The beginning dosage will be small so we can make sure you haven’t any adverse reactions. If we can stick to a small dose that would be preferable.” Don’s smile was reassuring, and Raph’s return look was softer than the genius had ever seen.
            Don was not actually going to give Raph the Clonazepam; his brother would be getting a placebo containing a very mild sleep derivative. On occasion, when the mood struck Don, that placebo would be a pill form of the drug cocktail.
            In fact, thinking about the things he wanted to do to Leo was making Don extremely libidinous and since he wasn’t ready to do anything about his oldest brother just yet, Don thought he might just as well drug Raph and get a blow job or two out of him.
            Raph glanced into Don’s cup and quickly stood up. The caring expression on Don’s face made Raph want to kiss him. Afraid that he might succumb to that urge, Raph decided to give himself something else to do.
            “Let me freshen that up for ya’, bro,” Raph said, pulling the nearly empty cup from between Don’s hands.
            His thoughts on something else once more, Don nodded absently.
            Raph set Don’s cup on the counter and reached for the coffee pot. Halfway there his hand froze in mid-air.
            He was glad that Don thought the advice he’d given Leo was so smart, but the fact was it probably wouldn’t do any good to tell Mikey anything his youngest brother didn’t want to hear. Mikey wasn’t going to be dissuaded from his goal no matter what anyone said.
            That kind of tenacity usually paid off for Mikey. At some point Leo was bound to see that there were more positives to having a caring, sexual partnership with his brother than in remaining celibate and unfulfilled for the rest of his life.
            Likewise, Raph was just as sure that Don was intelligent enough to see that the numbers in the positive column on this one far outpaced those on the negative side. Giving him a little nudge in the right direction seemed like a logical thing to do.
            Raph lifted the pot and poured the black liquid into Don’s cup. An argument grounded in logic was certainly one Don would have to concede to Raph; logic was one of Don’s gods. Based on that infallible reasoning, it seemed to Raph that getting Don turned around to his point of view by the lengthy process of verbal persuasion was a waste of valuable time.
            What really counted here was how they finally wound up; in love and committed to each other.
            Pulling one of the tablets he’d purchased out of a pocket in his belt, Raph stared at it for a moment before dropping it into Don’s coffee. So what if it took a little narcotic nudge to loosen his genius brother up?
            Don would thank him for it, Raph was sure of that.
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