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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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- 4
The End Justifies

part 3
            “Donatello! It is so nice to see you again. To what do we owe the honor of a seventh consecutive visit in as many nights? I do wish you would allow us to aid you in your search,” the Professor said.
            “It’s okay Professor,” Don said. “I’ll know what I need when I see it. I brought these for you and your friends.”
            The Professor accepted the cooler full of soft drinks and juice bottles. “You are most generous my good friend. Won’t you stay a bit longer tonight and join us?”
            “Well, perhaps a little while,” Don said; selecting a small bottle of juice marked with a distinctive blue cap.
            Passing the cooler to the other four men who lived in that section of the vast junkyard, the Professor took a long swig of his soda and sighed.
            “Age is creeping up on me my friend,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “I can remember a time when the caffeine in one bottle of pop would keep me awake for hours. Now I sleep like a baby and half the time I don’t even recall crawling into my bed.”
            Don grinned and then sipped his juice. “At least you’re staying out of mischief.”
            The Professor laughed and tipped his bottle towards his strange, costumed friend. “This is true. We have all of us been staying out of mischief this last week, haven’t we?” he asked his buddies.
            Four affirmatives reached him and the Professor winked at Donatello. “You must be a good influence on us.”
            Don glanced at the drinks he’d brought, now mostly consumed by the group of men, and his grin became a smile.
            “I don’t want to take all the credit,” he said.
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            A quick front snap kick and back as Raph blocks his move and presses in. Arms up to block both of Raph’s punches, then duck the third and try for a jab. Too predictable; Raph expects it and turns, jarring Don with a reverse punch.
            Back kick to keep his brother from closing too fast and then a sweep as Raph rushes forward. Don catches him but Raph is down and back up with a quick flip. Don pivots to avoid a blow.
            “Not the gamma hydroxybutyric,” Don thought as he sparred. “I need to flush the liquid E I bought. It tastes too salty in anything other than fruit juice and judging the correct amount to add to my ‘cocktail’ is too difficult. I don’t want to worry about him overdosing.”
            Lean away from the right hook, down and a hard left to Raph’s side. Don almost gloats over Raph’s grunt, but now Raph is moving twice as fast to pay him back.
            A ringing blow to Don’s head makes him back flip for distance. Raph is unrelenting; blocks Don’s kicks, lands another punch.
            “I like the memory loss with the Ketamine but it’s too fast acting and most of them just laid there unable to follow a simple direction,” Don deliberated. “Still, a little of that mixed proportionately with the others should give me the intended effect.”
            Roundhouse kick and arms up to block. Raph’s punch’s hurt when Don wasn’t concentrating properly, but the genius couldn’t pull his mind off of his project. Especially not when the target of his experiment was standing only a few feet in front of him.
            “If we can take an aspirin to cure a headache and antibiotics for a respiratory infection, then other human drugs should work in our system as well,” Don rationalized. “I have a mixture I like; I’m happy with how my subjects reacted to it. It’s time to try a little on Raph.”
            Weave to the side to avoid a blow, counter with a left. Watch that fist; inside block to deflect it and then Don looks for the next. Raph spins and delivers a brutal side kick that catches Don off guard.
            Landing hard on his carapace, Don didn’t even have a chance to roll out of the way as Raph came down on top of him. Straddling the genius, Raph pinned him to the mat before grinning at him cockily.
            “Say ‘I yield Raph’,” Raph told him.
            Don struggled for another minute, trying to find the leverage to unseat his brother. Gods knew Don was plenty strong; he just wasn’t Raph strong.
            The extra fight from his smart brother just made Raph’s eyes gleam. Don could tell Raph was enjoying having overpowered him; it was that way every time. Raphael relished his physical superiority and brute strength; always absolutely confident in his ability to use that to gain the upper hand in a contest.
            So caught up in relishing his victory, Raph didn’t see the hungry look that came and went in Don’s chocolate orbs.
            “Let him enjoy this win,” Don thought to himself. “Tonight it will be my turn.”
            “Okay bro’, I yield,” Don said aloud.
            “Damn straight ya’ do,” Raph replied as he stood up. Offering a hand to Don, he pulled his brother to his feet.
            Leo walked over to them and clapped Don on his carapace. Master Splinter had left him in charge of their sparring session and this was the last round for the morning.
            “Good job, Donny,” Leo said. “You got in some nice blows. Towards the end though your concentration seemed to be drifting. You were watching Raph’s hands out of habit and seemed to have forgotten about his legs.”
            “Oh no, Leo. I haven’t forgotten about Raph’s legs. All I can think about is Raph’s legs,” Don thought, beginning to feel a little giddy.
            “Must be from the lack of sleep. Tonight I’ll turn in early,” Don promised.
            “Good,” Leo said. “That means you’ll be on time for dinner I hope?”
            “Absolutely,” Don responded with a smile. “This is one dinner I wouldn’t miss for the world,” he told himself.
            “All right. Everyone’s dismissed,” Leo said. Turning quickly, he called out to a fleeing Michelangelo, “Mikey, you still have a chore in the kitchen.”
            Don didn’t stay to listen to his youngest brother’s protest. His mind was already reviewing his plans.
            “The flunitrazepam cut with a tenth of Ketamine and same amount of Triazolam seems to provide the optimum effect. He shouldn’t behave any differently for at least a half hour after the dose, long enough so that no one will notice and soon enough to keep him from going out,” Don continued to ruminate.
            Entering his lab, he locked the door and then as an afterthought, shoved a chair under the handle. Sometimes it was better to be safe than sorry.
            “I need to experiment on the dosage. Raph has a much heavier body mass than my test subjects. I’ll just put a little into his drink tonight and gauge the effect.”
            Don unlocked the cabinet that held the street drugs he had purchased. He smiled as he thought about how Leo would react if he knew some of Don’s excursion’s topside were for the purposes of buying date rape drugs. Dark glasses, bulky clothes and a hoody were stuffed into one end of Don’s duffel, to be donned once Don was out of sight of the lair.
            Carefully crushing a few more of the pills, Don measured out the exact amount he wanted to use, cut in the proportions he thought would work best. He’d already tested a scraping from each of the pills to make sure that what he’d been told he’d purchased was exactly that and not placebos. He’d spent a lifetime fighting street hoods and knew exactly how they operated.
            Putting the powder into a paper spill, Don twisted the end closed and placed it carefully into his belt. As he reached forward to begin locking away the remainder, he found that his hands had begun to shake violently.
            “Adrenaline,” he thought, diagnosing his reaction. He giggled as he pulled his hands against his chest. “How powerful. I’ve never really noticed it before and I’m sure I’ve felt it during our fights. Fascinating.”
            Taking several deep breaths, Don managed to control his body. “Have to concentrate on hiding how I’m feeling,” he realized. “Everyone will notice. Can’t have questions. Not tonight. Absolutely not tonight.”
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            Master Splinter smiled around the table at his sons. Tonight’s dinner had been very nice; everyone on time without any arguments. Donatello had even arrived a bit early.
            His children were all in a pleasant mood this evening. Master Splinter should have been ecstatic, but something was gnawing at him. Something felt off. He studied his children one by one, trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from.
            When his eyes reached Donatello they narrowed. After several moments, he shrugged and pushed back from the table. Master Splinter could only assume he was sensing his intelligent son’s excitement over some new distraction.
            Don felt his Father’s eyes on him, the second’s worth of warning enough for Don to raise his mental shields. Just as they forgot that Don could hold his own in a fight, they also, his Father included, forgot that Donatello was a master at mental techniques.
            Following his Father’s example, Don rose quickly and made his way into the kitchen, working hard not to appear hurried. From the refrigerator he grabbed a bottle of beer and twisted the cap off.
            Taking the paper spill from his belt, he emptied the contents into the bottle and gently swirled the liquid while tucking the tell-tale spill away. His hands were quick, years of working with small instruments giving him a dexterity that a magician would envy.
            He was just in time. Raph sauntered into the kitchen just as Don turned back towards the door.
            “I was on my way out with this,” Don told him, handing the bottle to Raph.
            Raph lifted an eye ridge as he accepted the beer. “Did ya’ break somethin’ of mine or what?” he asked.
            Don laughed. “No, if I had I certainly could have fixed it before you ever knew. Just a thanks for making the coffee this morning.”
            “You’re in a weird mood,” Raph told him, taking a healthy swig of his beer.
            It was all Don could do not to stare. Instead, he took the bottle cap he was still holding and tossed it into the trash container.
            “You watching the game tonight?” Don asked casually.
            “I suppose,” Raph said as he headed towards the television array. “Can’t say I think it’s gonna be all that good.”
            “Yeah, I know what you mean,” Don said as he split off from his brother and ducked into his lab.
            Leaning back against the closed door, Don was practically panting. Raph hadn’t noticed anything different about his beer. The first step had been accomplished. Now it was a waiting game.
            Heart pounding in his chest, Don chanted a mantra to calm himself. Grabbing a book, Don left the lab and proceeded to join Raph and Leo. Mikey was in the kitchen clearing up the dinner things.
            Don sat on the couch next to Raph and opened the book. A portion of his mind was watching the clock and counting off minutes, another was concentrated on making sure he appeared perfectly normal to his siblings.
            He saw at a glance that the beer was almost all gone. Raph leaned forward and picked up the bottle, draining the last of it as Don watched. Turning a page in the book to give the appearance of reading, Don kept the corner of his eye directed towards his red banded brother.
            In about ten minutes Mikey joined them, throwing himself into an armchair and spinning around to drape his legs over one of the arms. Don was glad his little brother was turned away from them; Mikey’s ability to notice the most minute things was formidable.
            Time moved slowly for Donatello. His mind swarmed with thoughts and he was sure that if his brothers looked at him they would suddenly know his plans. No one paid him any mind; they were all three immersed in the football game and he pretended to be as well.
            In a little over a half an hour, Don noticed a subtle change in Raph’s posture. Pulse quickening, Don chanced a surreptitious glance in his brother’s direction.
            Raph’s shoulders had begun to droop and his fists; usually curled while watching any type of sport, were slowly opening.
            Barely able to breathe, Don counted off another minute. Keeping his voice down, he turned his head in Raph’s direction and said, “I guess the Giants decided to turn it into a game.”
            Raph’s head rotated in slow motion. Just as Don suspected, his brother’s eyes were slightly glazed over.
            “I ‘spose,” Raph intoned murkily.
            Don’s heart jumped in his chest and it was all he could do not to smile broadly. Licking his lip, he said, “You look tired.”
            Raph was still staring at him. “Tired,” he repeated.
            Don’s voice was level and mild. “Go to bed, Raph.”
            Raph pulled his feet in and stood up. “I’m goin’ ta bed,” he announced to no one in particular.
            Watching his brother make his way upstairs, Don was glad to note that Raph’s motor skills were still functioning normally.
            Leo called, “’Night Raph.”
            Don turned back around and saw that Leo was still focused on the game. Glancing down at his book, Don felt eyes on him and looked up to see Mikey was staring at him.
            Swallowing the nervous tension that tried to grip him, Don asked, “What’s up?”
            “Wasn’t that a little strange?” Mikey asked. “I mean, Raph cutting out before the game is over?”
            Don shrugged. “I guess he got bored.” Yawning widely, Don closed his book. “I’m just sleepy. I think I’ll follow his example. Do you think I should look in on him?”
            Mikey scratched his chin and turned back to the television. “Maybe. Careful how you do it though; you know how cranky he is when he’s tired.”
            Leaving his book on the coffee table, Don wished his brothers a good-night and went upstairs. He made a quick trip into the bathroom to give Mikey time to become completely distracted and then closed the door to his room as he went past it.
            Standing behind a pillar, Don looked down into the living area. Mikey had moved to the couch and was sprawled on his side and Leo was saying something to him. It was time to move.
            Darting to Raph’s door, Don opened it quickly and let himself inside. When the door was shut behind him, he turned the lock.
            Raph was flat on his back on his hammock, the rise and fall of his chest perfectly even. Don rubbed a shaky hand over his face and let out a breath; he could turn back now and everything would be just as normal. He could stop his madness right here by simply turning around and letting Raph sleep off the drug cocktail.
            Looking at Raph’s muscular arm and the thick expanse of emerald green thigh decided things for him. Don needed this; he needed Raph in the worst possible way and he was damn well not going to stop.
            Walking over to the hammock, Don stood for a moment and stared down at Raph. Then he lifted a hand and ran his palm in a gentle caress from the top of his brother’s shoulder down to the back of his hand.
            Raph’s eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to look at Don.
            “What’re ya’ doin’ in here?” Raph asked in a mild slur.
            “Just came to check on you Raph,” Don said quietly.
            “Don’t need babysitter,” Raph told him, blinking a couple of times.
            “Of course not,” Don replied. He slid his hand across Raph’s plastron, stroking it in a way that could not conceivably be construed as brotherly.
            Raph lifted his hand to grab Don’s wrist. “What the fuck?” he demanded.
            Don twisted out of his grasp easily, smiling at the look of mild shock on his brother’s face.
            “I like this Raph,” Don said softly. He reached up and slapped Raph’s face.
            Raph lifted his arm to swing at Don, but the purple banded turtle caught it deftly and yanked it down. Don’s brown eyes were shining brightly as he began caressing the cheek he’d just slapped.
            “Don,” Raph began. “What the hell?”
            “I’d explain, but it doesn’t matter and you won’t remember anyway,” Don told him. “Just a small experiment. I won’t stay long because I’m pretty sure this will only last a little while. But in the meantime, here’s something I’ve been longing to do.”
            Grabbing Raph’s cheek, Don jerked his brother’s head in his direction and kissed him. He felt Raph struggling to pull away, his hands flailing at Don’s carapace, but the loss of muscle control made the attempts futile.
            Don bore down on Raph’s mouth and forced it open. Shoving his tongue inside, he tasted his first victory and it was very sweet.
            Churring, Don could feel his erection pushing at the slit in his plastron and he dropped down. Still kissing Raph, Don felt for his brother’s hand and once he had hold of it, he pulled it over the side of the hammock.
            Curving Raph’s fingers around his erection, Don wrapped his own hand over his brother’s and forced Raph to stroke him. From the grunt Raph made into his mouth, Don knew his hot headed sibling understood what was happening.
            Releasing Raph’s mouth, Don stared into the golden eyes, the look of triumph on Don’s face much the same as the one on Raph’s during their sparring match.
            “Pump it Raph,” Don urged him. “Jerk me off. You know how.”
            “No,” Raph whispered his protest. He tried to lift his other arm to swat at Don, but his hand was barely able to crawl up on to his own plastron.
            “You’ll do what I say, Raphael,” Don said in a harsh voice. “Jerk me off.”
            Don could almost see his command crawling through Raph’s brain. Unable to disobey, Raph’s hand moved of its own accord. Slowly, Don removed his own from atop his brother’s, reaching out to grip Raph’s shoulder and his thigh in order to brace himself.
            Quaking with the pleasure that surged through his system, Don felt his brother pull him to the edge very quickly. The excitement and the adrenaline rush were both overwhelming his system and he couldn’t hold out as long as he would have liked to.
            With a low, hoarse cry, Donatello climaxed. His ejaculate spilled out over Raph’s hand and arm as Don’s body jerked through his orgasm.
            After a few moments, Don pulled away from Raph’s fingers and tucked his cock back into hiding. Taking a small hand towel and several small packets of wet wipes from his belt, Don proceeded to clean up all evidence of his presence.
            By the time he was done, Raph showed signs of returning lucidity. Dropping a quick final kiss to Raph’s mouth, Don leaned back away from him but continued to stare into Raph’s eyes.
            Don’s hand crawled slowly down Raph’s plastron until his fingers were dancing over the spot where Raph’s cock lay hidden. Rubbing lightly, Don placed the edge of his thumb directly over Raph’s slit and massaged the side of his brother’s hidden member.
            Slowly it began to swell. Don continued to work Raph up while staring into his eyes.
            “You just had a wonderful wet dream, Raphael,” Don told him. “You won’t remember anything except that. A wet dream.”
            Raph’s eyes slid shut as his breathing became erratic. Don continued to caress his brother until Raph’s cock slid into the open.
            Don’s breath caught at the sight of it. Not even fully erect, Raph’s dick was glorious to behold.
            Reluctantly, Don released his hold and stepped back. Raph had begun to churr, now he groaned at the loss of contact.
            “Finish yourself Raph,” Don whispered as he backed towards the door.
            Raph’s hand crept down and he wrapped it around his penis. As much as Don wanted to stay and watch, he knew that pushing the time limit was dangerous.
            Opening the door a crack, he made sure the coast was clear before scooting out of Raph’s room and into his own. With the door closed and locked, Don darted across the floor and threw himself face down on his bed.
            A comfortable numbness settled into his lower regions; one he hadn’t felt since becoming so aware of his brother. Don rolled over and smiled at the ceiling. He knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet; there was always a chance Raph would recall the events of the evening and Don would have to pay the piper.
            Morning would tell if Don’s experiment was a complete success. If Raph was his usual self, then Don would know he’d gotten away with molesting his brother.
            He also knew that tonight’s adventure was very mild compared to what he really wanted to do. The thoughts and desires were still there, stronger now that he’d gone past that point of no return.
            His next step would be an even bigger, bolder one. Don intended to take Raph’s virginity.
TBC…….
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