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The Containment Clause	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Containment Clause

part 5
            “Oh fuck no,” Raph hissed, and then yelled, “Don! Donny!”
            The frame rattled as Raph slammed his shoulder against the door but the door itself didn’t budge. A steel door set in a solid steel frame; it was going to take more than Raphael’s smashing into it to bring it down.
            Bishop’s mouth was on Don’s throat, having left a wet trail of kisses over Don’s jawline before moving down. The man was sucking at the skin, biting gently as he tasted the Turtle, completely lost in Donatello’s flavor. Every ragged breath he inhaled brought with it the delicious musky aroma that was all Don’s and Bishop’s mind was floating on pure sensory overload.
            Another churr pushed up from Don’s diaphragm, his eyes rolling back as Bishop seemed to know exactly how to touch him to make his resistance fade. Don told himself he didn’t want this kind of attention from Bishop; that the man was toying with him for some dark reason of his own. But when Bishop moaned and pressed his erection against Don’s leg, the Turtle had to admit that no one, not even Bishop, was that good an actor.
            Don was unable to contain his own arousal any longer and his cock dropped down into Bishop’s waiting hand. Bishop groaned as he felt the hard, hot shaft fall into his palm, and quickly squeezed around it, delighted to feel the heavy weight in his fist.
            “Donatello,” Bishop moaned, all reticence gone as his body began to respond physically to Don’s. “I need you, Donatello,” he whispered in a deep, husky voice.
            One hand pinned beneath Bishop’s, the other scrabbled ineffectually at the desktop as Don was unable to process enough thought to tell it what to do. Bishop was stroking Don’s cock with strong, solid pulls from base to tip and the feeling was building a fire in Don’s groin that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
            Don began to pant as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his body. When Bishop’s fingers slid across the head of his dick, Don gasped and his hips jerked in response.
            When Bishop’s hand left his cock, Don groaned in protest. Then he felt the hand move down, back towards his tail, and he knew what the man’s questing fingers were searching for.
            Bishop’s mouth slid up to Don’s ear slit and he murmured, “I’m going to take you, Donatello. I’ll make it good for you, I promise. Relax.”
            As he said those words, his fingertips found Don’s anus and pressed gently against the solid ring of muscle. Don couldn’t help the churr that wound its way up through his throat.
            “Donny!” His name shouted loudly from the other side of the door and the sound of a body slamming against the solid metal snapped Don’s half shut eyelids open.
            “Raph?” Don’s voice quavered as he struggled to pull himself together.
            “Donny! Open this fucking door!” Raph yelled, his voice containing both fury and a touch of panic.
            “No~o,” Bishop groaned; his hand lifting to catch Don’s shrinking organ. “Tell him to leave,” Bishop said.
            “I . . . I can’t,” Don stuttered, “he wouldn’t.”
            Bishop inhaled deeply, pulling in air as he attempted to calm his need. The process brought in a fresh, sharp wave of Donatello’s scent, and Bishop was again dizzied by it.
            “Goddammit, Don!” Raph shouted and the door once more shuddered under the impact of Raph’s heavy musculature.
            Raph’s fury was beyond the boiling point as he began to pound the door, determined to tear it out of the wall. He heard his brother say his name in a shaky voice, and the fires of hell wouldn’t have been able to hold Raphael back.
            In a single, lucid moment Raph realized that ramming the door wouldn’t get him in nearly as fast as picking the lock. Forcing himself to calm down slightly, Raph yanked one of his sai from his belt and jabbed it into the locking mechanism.
            The sound of the lock being turned jerked Bishop back to reality. His mouth came down on Don’s for a last, thirst quenching taste, and then he stepped back from the Turtle.
            Bishop turned towards the door just as Raph slammed it open.
            In a haze of fury, Raph saw Bishop in front of him, adjusting his tie. Don was slowly sitting up from the desk, a look of confusion on his face and the still present bump under his plastron evidence of sexual arousal.
            With an incoherent shout of rage, Raph leaped at Bishop, both of his sais in hand.
            Bishop sidestepped the furious Turtle and reached out to shove against Raph’s shoulder as he swept past. Off balance, Raph danced on the tips of his toes to keep from falling and jerked his body around, the back of his fist catching the side of Bishop’s face with a glancing blow.
            The strike had sting to it, and Bishop leaped back as Raph rushed towards him again. He ducked under Raph’s next swing, jabbing a hard right into Raph’s exposed side. The Turtle merely grunted, his body protected by a mass of solid muscle and Raph countered with a sharp downward punch to Bishop’s temple.
            Bishop bent backwards, moving with the punch, and placed a hand to the floor as he back flipped away from Raphael.
            Don knew he needed to stop the fight before it went any further and pulled his bo staff. Jumping between the two combatants, he caught the wings of Raph’s sais on the wooden staff, and pushed back against his brother.
            “Stop, Raph! Stop!” Don called out, his voice desperate.
            “Get out of the way, Donny! I’m gonna kill him,” Raph ground out from between clenched teeth.
            Don felt himself being pushed down as his strong brother shoved against him. He knew he couldn’t hold Raph for long and struggled to find the words to calm the hot head.
            “Nothing happened, Raph! I’m fine, okay? Look at me, look at me Raphael!” Don pleaded, digging the balls of his feet into the floor as he attempted to find the leverage to keep Raph away from Bishop.
            Bishop stood a little to the right of Don’s shoulder, near enough to the door to make a break for freedom, but he didn’t attempt to leave the room. He knew it was critical that they pacify the rampaging Raphael, or any chances that Bishop had of retaining the young genius’s talents would be lost.
            Bishop was enough of a realist to understand that once Donatello was gone, any further chance he had to pursue a relationship with the Turtle would be gone as well.
            Raph pulled his eyes away from Bishop and turned them to Donatello. Don gasped at the fire he saw in those golden depths, his heart racing as he felt the full impact of Raph’s harshest emotion.
            “What was he tryin’ ta do ta ya’, Don? Just what the fuck was he doin’ in this room behind a locked door?” Raph spit out, his vitriol sharp.
            Don heard a hiss from behind him and realized that Bishop was refraining from answering that question himself, for fear of adding fuel to the fire. Don also understood he couldn’t lie to Raph; he’d never lied to him before and it wouldn’t have worked anyway.
            “You were right Raph. What you said before about Bishop being attracted to me. He . . .he kissed me and I let him. It was consensual,” Don insisted.
            Something flickered through the rage in Raph’s eyes, a deeper emotion that tossed water on the flames and Raph stopped shoving against Don suddenly. Don felt the power leave Raph’s frame and he straightened, watching warily as his brother pulled his sais away from the bo.
            Taking a chance, Bishop said, “I was not trying to inflict harm on your brother, Raphael. As difficult as this is for me to admit, I find myself quite taken with Donatello.”
            “Yeah,” Raph muttered; his voice low and expressionless.
            Don traded glances with Bishop, whereupon the human said, “I should leave now. Donatello, I’m going to follow the course of action I prescribed earlier. Please continue your work when you feel rested.”
            Don nodded and Bishop left the room. Crossing to the door, Don pushed it shut and then stood holding the door handle for a moment, trying to quell his turbulent feelings.
            Raph didn’t move and was completely silent; too silent Don realized as he slowly turned to contemplate his brother.
            “What are you thinking Raph?” Don asked softly.
            Raph lifted his head and met Don’s eyes. “Was that the truth Donny? Was it consensual?”
            Don took a deep breath. “I suppose. I . . . I started to push him away Raph; I didn’t want that at first. But it felt good. It felt really good, even if it was Bishop and maybe it wasn’t just that it felt good but partly it was the attention too, I guess. Having someone want me like that.”
            The look Raph gave him was unfathomable. “Ya’ need someone ta want ya’ Donny?”
            Don shrugged. “Don’t you ever wonder what that would be like Raph? To have someone physically attracted to you? To have someone who isn’t sickened by looking at you, or scared by your touch?”
            “Is that how ya’ see things, Don? Like the world outside of the lair is filled with people who would gag at the sight of ya’?” Raph asked.
            Don looked down at his feet and felt himself flush. “Okay, so maybe Bishop wouldn’t be my first choice for a mate, but haven’t you ever wanted someone to love you for who you are?”
            “Yeah I have,” Raph said with sudden decision and stepped close to Don. When his brother looked up at him, Raph reached out and cupped his chin. “I have somebody like that, only he ain’t been lookin’ at me the same way. Maybe that’s my fault for not sayin’ somethin’, so I’m gonna say it now. Two years ago I wanted what happened between us for a whole different reason than ya’ did Donny. I wanted it ‘cause I was in love with ya’, not like a brother is supposed ta love another brother either.”
            Don’s eyes widened in surprise. “But . . . but you never said anything.”
            Raph shook his head and said, “Nah, I heard ya’ goin’ on about adolescent experimentation and raging hormones and figured ya’ wouldn’t take me seriously. Shell, I didn’t know if I should take me seriously. Only my feelings for ya’ ain’t changed over time Donatello. They’re exactly like they were back then, except a lot stronger. So go ahead and tell me it ain’t right, but I’ll be fucked if I let ya’ end up with the likes of Bishop.”
            “Raphael,” Don murmured, his eyes softening as they looked up into Raph’s.
            Raph’s breath caught at the way Don said his name. He’d never heard anything so sweet and erotic all at once.
            “Don, let me . . . let me take Bishop’s taste out of your mouth,” Raph offered, lowering his mouth towards Don’s.
            “Okay,” Don agreed in a whisper, shivering as Raph’s lips touched his.
            As the two drew closer to each other, lost in the oblivion of discovery, they had no idea they were being spied upon.
            With a dark chuckle, Baxter Stockman leaned back from the security camera’s video feed. He was very pleased with himself for installing a set of tiny cameras throughout the third level, unbeknownst to Agent Bishop.
            He had thought he had a major prize with the film of Bishop attempting to seduce Donatello, even though he knew that Bishop could always explain away his actions. It was still a nice piece of blackmail material and a possible way to regain his status as top scientist for the EPF.
            But this was too good to be true. There were so many things Stockman could think to do with a piece of film showing two of the accursed Turtles going at it in an incestuous relationship.
            As he rubbed his hands together, Stockman thought to himself how many of those things would give him the power and revenge he so desperately wanted from both the Turtles and Bishop.
TBC…..
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