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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 4
            Don lay in his bed, jittery and a little on edge.
            He had fallen asleep fairly quickly after his visit with Raph, but had awakened early in the morning and been unable to go back to sleep.
            Lying in bed as the clock crawled along, Don replayed the encounter of the previous evening over and over in his head. It was a glorious and thrilling memory, but exploring it was not the best thing to do because it brought back that unbearable ache in his groin.
            Having touched and been touched in return by the object of his desire seemed to fan the flames that much higher rather than dampening them. Don rolled over and glanced at the clock again, groaning when he saw it was only three-thirty.
            He would have liked to have gotten up and gone to his lab, but after telling Leo he was practically finished with his latest project he couldn’t very well appear to have purposely misspoken. The look his Father had given him at dinner let Don know he needed to tread carefully lest he do something out of character and raise further suspicion.
            It didn’t help that every time he turned around he seemed to find Michelangelo studying him. Mikey loved to ferret out secrets and if he thought any of them had one, he was all over it like white on rice.
            Don flipped onto his carapace again and stared at the ceiling. Leo too; Leo would notice if Don slipped up. One wrong word at breakfast, a misstep during practice, or even allowing his blue banded brother to push into his mind during meditation. Don had to keep his guard up.
            Of course, none of that mattered if Raph remembered anything. Maybe it would be better if he did, Don thought in a moment of lucidity. That would put an end to this obsession before Don went too far.
            Too far. Not far enough. Don’s eyes were hooded as he remembered the feeling of Raph’s skin under his hands and the taste of his mouth as Don plunged his tongue inside of it. The soft, wet slide of Raph’s tongue against his own as Raph’s war to push the invader away only increased the feeling of an intricate, sensual dance.
            Don felt himself getting hard again, shivering as his legs tensed. Having Raph’s hand wrapped around his cock; having Raph stroking him to fulfillment was absolutely the most incredible feeling of Donatello’s entire young life.
            Sliding a hand over his plastron, Don began to caress his now swollen shaft, letting his imagination tell him that the hand belonged to Raph.
            It was then that Don knew he didn’t want anyone to put a stop to his plans. All he could think of was having Raph in such a way that the fire in Don’s belly would be extinguished for longer than a few hours. Don required the kind of release that pushing Raph down; holding Raph down against his will and riding his ass would provide.
            The thought brought him to orgasm. Don lay there panting as the afterglow settled in and he began to doze. He would face the new day and he’d rely on his agile mind to provide him with a solution to whatever might happen when he stepped out of his room.
            Donatello’s mind always provided solutions.
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            A couple of hours passed as Don dozed. Finally the clock told him he could leave his room; he had waited until he knew that Leo would be in the kitchen.
            On his way to the staircase, Don glanced at Raph’s door and saw with surprise that it stood open. Don nearly tripped on the top step; Raph was almost always the last one downstairs, the only exceptions were when he was ill or hadn’t gone to bed at all.
            The stairs suddenly felt as though they were made of melted marshmallow, each tread dragging at his feet as he tried to lift them to reach for the next. He could hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears and realized he was holding his breath.
            At the bottom of the stairs Don looked over at Master Splinter’s shoji. The rice paper door was firmly shut and Don took a deep breath. Whatever was happening had not as yet included his Father.
            Voices were coming from the kitchen and he turned in that direction, walking resolutely to face whatever awaited him. As he neared the door, he heard the dulcet tones of Leo’s voice, followed by the more strident notes of Mikey’s.
            Then he heard Raph say, “I’m just telling ya’, it’s sick, demented and disgusting.”
            Steps faltering, Don’s hands clenched into fists and he broke out in a cold sweat. Just exactly how much did Raph remember?
            Squaring his shoulders, Don prepared to argue that Raph had been having a nightmare and since Don was the last one to speak to him, he’d included his brother in his dream. With that lie ready on his lips, Don stepped into the kitchen.
            Sitting backwards on a chair, Mikey saw Don first and looked up at him, a wide smile on his face as his good humor bubbled over.
            “’Morning, Donny,” he called out, the laughter in his eyes apparent.
            Caught completely off guard, Don could only manage a weakly muttered, “Good morning.”
            He heard Leo tell him, “Good morning, Don.”
            This was followed by Raph’s deeper voice greeting him with a “’Sup”.
            Leo and Raph were looking at Mikey as Don passed them to get to the coffee.
            Trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, Don asked, “What are you guys talking about? What’s disgusting?”
            Don poured himself a cup of the aromatic brew as he waited for the answer, studiously avoiding catching anyone’s eyes.
            “Mikey and his belching,” Raph told him.
            “He belched out the Star Spangled Banner this morning,” Leo added.
            Don’s relief was so palpable he almost didn’t have the strength to lift his cup. After a couple of seconds, he had his muscles under control and then turned around, leaning back against the counter.
            “That is pretty bad, Mikey,” he said, taking his first sip of what now smelled and tasted like ambrosia.
            Mikey’s grin remained firmly in place. “Casey thinks I’m cool.”
            Raph finished chewing a bite of cereal and then snorted. “That’s no endorsement. One, Casey don’t have to live with ya’ and two, he’s a freakin’ Neanderthal.”
            “He’s your best friend, so what does that make you?” Mike taunted, eyeing his brother mischievously.
            Don could see Leo’s slight frown as he realized that Mikey was baiting Raph on purpose. Mikey sometimes started things with Raph in the morning just to get his brother riled up. It was a sure indicator that Mikey was bored.
            Instead of rising to the bait, Raph shrugged and said mildly, “Get bent Mikey.”
            Don’s cup stopped partway to his mouth. He saw Leo visibly relax as it became obvious that Raph was in a rare fine mood.
            Mikey noticed it too, and being Mikey, he couldn’t leave well enough alone. Leaning forward in his chair, he stared at Raph’s face until his brother turned to look at him.
            “Stop staring at me. If ya’ ain’t got anything better ta do, why don’t ya’ get an early start on cleaning up in here?” Raph said.
            Mikey rocked back in silent mirth, his blue eyes shining as he pulled the chair onto two legs.
            “Raphie’s in a good mood,” Mikey chortled. “I’ll bet I know why.”
            Mikey lowered a closed fist in front of his parted legs and began a fast up and down motion.
            Don’s hand jerked and he splashed hot coffee onto the back of it. Simultaneously, Raph reached out and shoved the back of Mikey’s chair.
            The two chair legs that Mikey was balancing on slid off of the floor. With startling speed, Mikey leaped off of the seat as the chair landed on the floor with a loud bang and Don hissed in pain.
            Leo was out of his seat and standing next to Don with the same ninja speed Mikey had exhibited. Don set his cup down and turned towards the sink, but Leo beat him to the faucet and quickly turned the cold water on.
            As Don stuck his hand under the running water, Leo asked, “Are you okay, Donny?”
            “I’m fine,” Don told him. “Fortunately, the coffee wasn’t all that hot anymore.”
            Mikey set his chair to rights and then leaned over to look at Don’s hand.
            “Dude, I’m sorry,” he apologized contritely.
            Don smiled at him. “It’s really nothing, Mikey. That was my fault anyway. I’m still a little tired and jumpy.”
            “I thought ya’ were headin’ up to bed just after I did,” Raph said.
            Don was drying his hand and paused for a moment. Raph shouldn’t have remembered that.
            “He did go up,” Mikey said. “You were acting weird and he said he’d check on you.”
            Raph turned back to his cereal, unconcerned. “I musta been really out of it, ‘cause I don’t even remember climbing into my hammock.”
            “You were sound asleep when I peeked in,” Don said carefully. “You did sort of grumble at me.”
            “Well, that sounds normal,” Mikey said, his eyes twinkling.
            Leo turned to him before he could start in on Raph again.
            “Since you seem to have so much energy this morning, you should lay out the mats in the dojo, Mikey.”
            “Oh man,” Mikey grumbled, dragging his feet as he left the kitchen.
            Leo’s attention returned to Don. “Are you sure that isn’t a bad burn?” he asked.
            “Stop smothering him, Leo,” Raph said as he walked over to deposit his bowl. “Donny burns himself worse than that all the time with those damn chemicals he’s always playing with.”
            Don’s grin felt forced at the mention of chemicals, but he managed to say, “That’s true, Leo.”
            Raph punched Leo’s bicep as he headed for the door. “Let’s get this practice started. I’ve suddenly got the urge to pound on Mikey.”
            In deference to the mildly irritated skin on Don’s hand, Leo had them all practice with bo staffs. Since they had all mastered the staff at a young age, the practice sessions were lengthy except when one of the brothers was pitted against Donatello.
            Don was beyond being a Master with his chosen weapon. He was an artist and magician rolled into one. Don liked the way the bo staff felt in his hands, and he liked that it was a long range weapon. It kept him at arm’s length from his enemies, providing the kind of detachment that suited his scientific mind.
            Practicing against Raph, Don used that detachment to observe his brother. Raph’s temperament was much more suited to his sais; he was too rushed when he used a bo.
            Moving quickly, Raph tried to close in for a finishing move. Don held his position, waiting for Raph’s attack.
            As Raph came in high, Don ducked low, understanding the reach of his weapon far better than his brother did. With a solid grip on his bo, Donatello swept Raph’s feet out from under him.
            Raph’s forward momentum sent him sprawling onto his plastron. Retaining his grip on his weapon, he rolled over as fast as he could, but Don had anticipated his move and was already there.
            Don hooked the end of his bo into Raph’s, flicking the weapon out of his brother’s hand and sending the staff sliding across the floor. Before Raph could escape, the end of Don’s bo was at his throat and one of Don’s feet was planted squarely on the hot head’s plastron.
            Raph blinked up at him in surprise. It wasn’t the first time Donatello had defeated him during weapons practice, but the aggressive stance was definitely new.
            They stared at one another, both breathing hard. Don felt a tingle dance across his spine as Raph’s defiant golden glare mocked him. Shifting the bo’s position slightly, Don pressed the tip of his staff against Raph’s neck.
            Raph’s lips curved upwards. “Gentle Donny’s got a killer’s instinct after all.”
            Don put a little more weight on Raph’s chest, almost feeling a responding tension in his own. His eyes narrowed and so did his world; Raphael looked absolutely delicious splayed out under him.
            The tableau held for about a minute, but for Don it was an eternity.
            “Okay genius, ya’ got me. I give,” Raph said.
            Heart racing, Don barely registered the words. His synapsis were firing ; nerve impulses being transmitted at an incredible rate with one objective in mind. Raphael.
            In a rush of overpowering lust, Donatello momentarily forgot where he was.
            Mikey’s laugh broke his trance. “Wow Raph, what’d you do to piss off Donny?”
            “Language Michelangelo,” Master Splinter said from his position across the room.
            Don stepped back, swinging his bo away from his brother and seating it into position on his back. Raph was up before Don could offer him a hand, which was just as well. Don didn’t trust himself to touch Raph at the moment.
            “Raphael, your impatience allowed your brother to get the better of you,” Master Splinter said, walking towards them. “You should not have underestimated your opponent. Confidence must be tempered with caution.”
            “Yes Master Splinter,” Raph said contritely.
            “And Donatello, it was very intelligent of you to anticipate your brother’s move, but remember that your enemy may decide to do the unexpected,” Master Splinter said.
            “Yes, sensei,” Don acknowledge with a bow.
            Master Splinter had turned to walk away when he suddenly stopped. His nose lifted into the air and Don saw his Father’s whiskers begin to twitch.
            Don practically leaped away from his Father, hiding his agitation under a show of retrieving Raph’s practice bo. He should have known that his arousal would scent the air enough to attract Master Splinter’s attention.
            Once Don was across the room, Master Splinter’s head came back down. His face wore a puzzled expression as he looked around the dojo, but then he shrugged and turned to Leo.
            “You may dismiss your team Leonardo,” he told he eldest son.
            Leo bowed as Master Splinter left the room.
            “So Leo, were you planning on a patrol tonight?” Mikey asked. “’Cause dude, there’s this horror flick I wanna watch.”
            “Count me out if you’re patrolling,” Raph interrupted before Leo could say anything. “Me and Casey got plans.”
            Don spun away from the weapons wall to look at Raph. He tried to keep the dismay from registering on his face as he saw his chance to catch Raph alone dwindling away.
            “What kind of plans?” Leo asked.
            Raph’s scowl was automatic as he readied himself for an argument. “One of Casey’s sources told him the Purple Dragons are planning ta knock over Garrett’s Jewelry tonight. We’re planning on talking ‘em out it.”
            Frozen in place, Don’s inner voice was screaming, “No!”
            Don bit his lower lip to keep from protesting, although his heart was pounding. He had worked himself into a near frenzy of need only to watch as the stubborn look settled on Raph’s face.
            Leo frowned and said, “Raph, has it occurred to you that this could all be an elaborate set-up to trap the two of you?”
            “Oh, gosh no Leo,” Raph responded sarcastically. “I’m way too stupid ta have ever thought of that on my own. Thank ya’ great and wise leader for your guidance. Ya’ wanna hold my dick for me while I take a whiz? I might not be bright enough ta do that own my own either.”
            “That was uncalled for,” Leo said disdainfully. “I asked a simple question because I worry about your safety.”
            Raph jabbed a finger towards Leo’s face. “Ya’ implied that I ain’t smart enough ta take care of myself without the mighty Leonardo watchin’ my back.”
            Mikey had drifted closer to Don and now he leaned over to whisper, “Ten bucks says Raph tries to plug Leo in the next five minutes.”
            Instead of answering his younger brother, Don took a step towards the other two and said, “I’ll go with him.”
            Mikey’s mouth dropped open. Raph’s head snapped around and Leo pivoted in Don’s direction, both of them staring at him.
            “Don’t look so surprised, Leo,” Don continued. “Yesterday you told me how concerned you are when I go to the junkyard alone and this is the perfect opportunity for me to show you I can hold my own. My presence will keep them from doing anything crazy and they’ll make sure I remain focused.”
            Leo rubbed at the side of his face and said, “Donny, I don’t need for you to prove anything to me.”
            “Of course you do,” Don said somewhat forcefully. “All of you do. You’ve all started to buy into the notion that because I’m intelligent my ability to fight is questionable. I’m still a trained ninja, Leo.”
            The corner of Raph’s mouth lifted. He enjoyed watching Don call Leo out.
            “Ya’ can hang with me and Case,” Raph said smugly. “Maybe Leo thinks you’re a pussy but I don’t.”
            Leo ignored Raph’s jibe, instead concentrating on Donatello.
            “This really isn’t necessary,” Leo said. “I have the utmost respect in your abilities.”
            “Then we are in agreement,” Don told him. “I don’t have a project at the moment and could use this opportunity to hone my fighting skills. Raph and Casey could use an extra set of hands in case this information does turn out to be bogus. It’s a win-win situation.”
            Leo opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked from Raph to Don, noting the dare in Raph’s eyes and the resolute set to Donatello’s mouth.
            “All right,” Leo agreed. “But neither of you takes any risky chances. And you stay in touch by shell cell; I want to hear from you every couple of hours.”
            “Yes mommy,” Raph said as Leo left the room. Leo only shook his head in response.
            “Thanks a lot guys,” Mikey said as he turned to follow Leo. “Now I gotta listen to him gripe about you two all night.”
            Raph grinned at Don once they were alone. “That was a pretty tricky speech there brainiac. Ya’ do realize ya’ might have ta hurt somebody tonight, don’t ya’?”
            Don’s return smile was enigmatic. “Oh, I’m rather planning on it, Raph. In fact, you might say I’m looking forward to it.”
            With a laugh, Raph clapped Don on his shell and then jogged out of the dojo. Don went straight to his lab and locked himself inside.
            Taking his stash of drugs from their locked cabinet, Don stood and stared at them. This planned adventure with Raph and Casey was going to play right into his hands. It would get Raph out of the lair and to someplace where he would be vulnerable.
            Measuring out a more potent dosage of his drug cocktail, Don placed it into a tiny envelope and sealed it. Then he chose a small white pill from his stash and crushed it into a fine powder, pouring that into a second envelope.
            After sealing that one, he marked the outside of it with a ‘C’.
            Tucking both envelopes into his belt, Don cleaned up the lab and locked everything away. With that all done, Don fell into his chair as the reaction to his plan hit him.
            Casey had become a means to an end and Don spent all of about a minute feeling bad about what he planned to do to his friend. He didn’t dwell on it any longer than that; his mind was too occupied with thoughts about what he was going to do to Raph once they were finally alone.
            The rest of the day was going to be rough, but Don knew he would have to continue his act or draw suspicion on himself. His fingers dipped into his belt to touch the two white envelopes and he leaned back with a smile, opening his legs a bit wider to ease a growing erection.
            A few more hours. He could certainly hold out for that long.
TBC…..
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