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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
The End Justifies

part 6
            Donatello had done his homework with regards to the building that housed the jewelry company they were trying to protect.
            Before he and Raph left the lair, Don had hacked into the city’s building permit files, pulling up a schematic of the two story structure. Nestled between three larger buildings, the jewelry store was made of solid brick, with only one small side door which led into an alley. That door was solid metal and equipped with a state of the art alarm system.
            The front display windows were smaller than that of the average jewelry store and were protected by steel bars. The entry door, an intricate design of bullet proof glass and steel mesh, led into an alcove where a second door barred access to the store until someone inside pressed a release catch.
            Since the store was closed for the day, another barricade of steel bars had been rolled down to block the entry completely.
            “Don’t know how they think they’re gonna get in there,” Casey muttered.
            The trio crouched atop a taller building adjacent to the jewelry store. After Don had told Raph and Casey about the building’s layout, they decided their current location was the best spot from which to monitor any activity.
            “Ya’ sure this informant of yours knew what they were talkin’ about?” Raph asked.
            “Yep,” Casey answered. “I got it from Angel. She heard about it from a friend of hers who still hangs with the Dragons. The info is solid.”
            Raph grunted; his body relaxed as he waited. Don knew his brother; knew his body language. Raph could play the waiting game well once he knew a fight was moving in his direction. He was like a rattlesnake sunning itself; at ease one minute, coiled and ready to spring the next.
            Don wasn’t nearly as composed as his brother, but he was making a show of it. On one knee next to Raph, Don’s insides were knotted up, and not from any thought of an impending battle. He had plans for later in the evening and waiting for the Dragons to make a move was trying his patience. Don wanted this fight to be over with already.
            A couple of blocks away a set of headlights turned a corner and proceeded slowly in their direction on the deserted street. Another set followed closely and within a minute they were near enough for Don to see that both were dual tandem trucks, each equipped with winches on the front ends.
            “Should have known it’d be a damn smash and grab,” Raph muttered. “Purple Dragons ain’t got the brains for anything better.”
            Casey didn’t answer; he was used to Raph’s soliloquys. Don glanced at the pair and noticed how they had both tensed up; their eyes focused almost unblinkingly on the trucks, their expressions nearly identical.
            A tiny shiver of anticipation ran up Donatello’s spine at Raph’s predatory stance. His brother was the ultimate prize of the night; the Dragons were mere antelopes whereas Raphael was the lion.
            Both of the trucks drove past the jewelry store and then stopped. Their reverse lights came on simultaneously and with practiced precision, the trucks backed so that they were crossways on the street, their winches aimed at the glass front of the building.
            The truck doors swung open and almost a dozen Purple Dragons jumped out of the vehicles. Two members of the gang walked around in front of the headlights and grabbed the winch hooks.
            “Time ta get street side pal,” Casey rumbled in a low voice.
            The pair moved so fast they almost left Don behind. Apparently they had a very well-coordinated rhythm to their teamwork. Don would have to stay alert.
            Dropping into the alley across the street from the store, the trio crept silently to its mouth. Don slid his bo staff into his hands and slipped his duffel off his shoulder, leaving it against a wall.
            The Purple Dragons were focused on the pair who were placing the winch hooks on the metal bars covering the jewelry store windows. Having fought Dragons before, it didn’t really surprise Donatello that they didn’t have enough sense to post a lookout.
            Don could almost feel the anticipation rolling off his brother’s skin. Don was just as keyed up; he needed to do something to take the edge off and he needed to do it soon.
            Raph glanced at Casey who nodded and quickly armed himself with a baseball bat. Raph’s sais were in his hands as he reached out and tapped Don’s shoulder.
            Don darted out of the alley like a racehorse through the starting gate. He could vaguely hear the sound of Casey’s shoes behind him as he dashed around the side of one of the trucks and bore down on the first Dragon in his path.
            The guy never knew what hit him. Don spun as he whipped his bo staff around and the end of the staff slammed into the side of his opponents head. The Dragon crumpled and Don was past him before the body touched pavement.
            Don’s bo continued to whirl as he leaped around the front of the truck and bore down on two surprised Dragons. One of them ducked his downward strike, but wasn’t fast enough as the end of the staff flashed back up, popping the man beneath his chin and slamming his head back.
            Following through with the motion, Don twisted the bo in a circle, the other end catching the second Dragon completely off guard. The side of the staff caught the man’s temple and dropped him.
            One of the men holding the winch hook lifted it and swung around to face Donatello. Before he had a chance to do more than shift his hands onto the chain, Don thrust the staff into his midriff. Dropping the hook, the Dragon bent over, clutching his stomach and Don sent him into unconsciousness with a hard blow to the back of his head.
            Spinning the bo around his body and then back in front of him, the staffs momentum provided him with a shield as another Dragon threw a knife at him. The blade careened off of the staff and Don popped the Dragon first on his outer thigh, wrenching a wild scream from the man, and then the other end of the staff struck his head.
            Don pivoted as a rush of sound drew his attention. A Dragon was coming straight at him with a baseball bat. Don lifted his bo and caught the bat’s downward strike, pushing back hard enough to make the man stumble. Whipping the bo one-handed, Don swept the Dragon’s feet from under him and then Don snapped the man’s head to the side.
            As Don turned in search of another opponent, he saw Raph drop the last of the Dragons with a bone crunching punch to the middle of his face.
            Raph was smiling widely as he sauntered over to his brother and stared around at the bodies littering the street and sidewalk.
            “Shit Don, ya’ barely left any for us,” Raph said.
            “Well, crap,” Casey cursed as he appeared from around the side of the other truck. “I never seen ya’ move so fast Don. I only got ta hit one guy. I didn’t even break a friggin’ sweat.”
            Don was breathing hard, his body still jacked up on adrenaline.
            “Hey bro’, it’s over,” Raph told him, slapping Don on his shoulder. “Ya’ kicked some serious butt tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya’ so aggressive. Didn’t know Leo could piss ya’ off so much; I thought I was the only one he did that to.”
            Don grinned at Raph’s words, partly because it felt good to hear his tough brother’s praise and partly because he secretly knew it wasn’t Leo who was making him feel so rapacious.
            Casey was on his cell phone, calling in an anonymous report of a burglary in progress. Raph reached down and grabbed the bat that Don’s opponent had dropped. Walking over to the jewelry store window, Raph smacked the end of the bat into the glass, punching a small round hole into it.
            The action immediately set off the store’s burglar alarms and the three of them vacated the area quickly.
            Don snatched up his duffel from its hiding spot and then followed Raph and Casey back to the rooftop. Within a couple of minutes they heard sirens and saw the flashing lights of the approaching police units.
            Running the rooftops, the three of them left the area, assured that the police would take all of the Purple Dragons into custody. They finally stopped when they were a safe distance away from the crime scene.
            Casey was laughing as he turned to eyeball Don. “Holy fuck, Raph! Ya’ never told me Don was a one Turtle wrecking crew.”
            “Shell, Casey, I didn’t even know the genius had it in him,” Raph admitted, looking Don over as well.
            “So~o,” Don said, “what do you guys usually do after you finish pummeling bad guys? Haven’t I heard something about a celebratory beer back at Casey’s?”
            Raph’s mouth dropped in surprise and Casey blinked several times before saying, “Ya’ wanna pop open a beer with us Donny? I didn’t know ya’ drank the stuff.”
            “Nobody ever asked, so how would you?” Don said blithely.
            “Well damn,” Raph said, patting his brother’s shell. “Let’s go get Donny a beer. Maybe a couple of ‘em.”
            “Hang on first,” Don said, stopping them. “I’d better call Leo and make sure he’s at the lair.”
            Raph watched with glittering eyes as Don pressed in the code for Leo’s shell cell. Their eldest brother answered immediately.
            “Don? Are you guys okay?” Leo asked, obviously trying to sound calm.
            “We’re fine, Leo,” Don told him. “The police have the Dragons and the three of us are heading over to Casey’s apartment for a little while.”
            “Not home?” Leo’s voice shifted a little and Raph’s head came up.
            Snatching the phone from Don’s hand, Raph barked out, “Donny kicked major ass tonight Fearless. He’s gonna hang with the big dogs now and slam down a few brews. I might even get the genius drunk. Ya’ got a problem with that?”
            “Of course I do,” Leo’s snarl came through clearly enough for everyone to hear. “Wandering around drunk is a great way to get your shell shellacked by the Foot.”
            Don swiftly plucked the phone from Raph’s hand, blocking his brother’s lunge for it with a shoulder.
            “We won’t go out if we get drunk, Leo,” Don said in a soothing tone. “Raph never has and neither will I. We’ll stay put at Casey’s and sleep off whatever we drink. That’s a promise.”
            The agitation in Leo’s voice was gone as he said, “All right, Don. Could you call me before you do get ready to leave there?”
            Don heard Raph’s low growl and quickly told Leo, “I will. Don’t worry about us, Leo. We’re just going to do a little male bonding.”
            He disconnected the call before Raph could get anymore fired up.
            “Mommy dearest is about ta get on my last nerve,” Raph said in a dark tone.
            “Don’t sweat the small stuff, Raph,” Don replied with a grin. “I checked his tracker, Leo’s safe at the lair and since he knows we’re going to Casey’s, he won’t move from there. We have the night to ourselves without our uptight brother looking over our shoulder.”
            Don’s choice of words made Raph forget his anger. “’Uptight brother’? Damn Donny, you’re makin’ me proud tonight.”
            Raph turned to follow Casey back to the human’s apartment and neither of them saw the victorious gleam that came and went in Don’s eyes. Everything was going according to plan.
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            Leo snapped the shell cell shut with enough vigor to draw Mikey’s attention.
            “What’s up bro’?” Mikey asked with concern.
            Shaking his head, Leo said, “Just Raph. They finished the little mission they were on and now he’s determined to get Donatello drunk over at Casey’s place.”
            Mikey twisted in his chair so he could face Leo. “You worried Raph’s trying to turn Don into a ‘mini-me’?”
            Leo quirked an eye ridge at him. “None of this sudden change in Don’s behavior is bothering you?” he asked.
            Mikey shrugged. “It’s a phase dude. We all go through ‘em. Donny might be the family nerd, but he sure isn’t the wimpy kind. I’m guessing he believes we all think that he is. That’s not so good for a guy’s ego dude.”
            Leo thought about his little brother’s words for a minute. He valued Mikey’s opinion on matters like this and since Don had basically told him the same thing, Leo had to accept the truth of it.
            “Do you think they’ll be okay?” Leo asked. “You don’t think they’ll get liquored up and decide to go out again so they can find someone else to beat up do you? Maybe I should go over to Casey’s and just peek in.”
            “Shell no,” Mikey said sharply enough to snap Leo out of his reverie. “Leave them alone Leo. Going over there would be the worst thing you could possibly do. That would make Raph and Don so mad they really might do something stupid.”
            Leo sighed. “Fine Mikey. I trust your judgment and I’ll stay put. I just hate this, it doesn’t feel right.”
            “You can’t control everything bro’,” Mikey said, misunderstanding Leo’s meaning. “Come on and finish this game. I’m about to mop the floor with you.”
            “Fat chance,” Leo said with a grin, retrieving his game controller and putting his errant siblings from his mind.
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            Don really abhorred the taste of beer, but he kept that fact to himself. He dutifully took in several mouthfuls of the brew while watching Raph and Casey slam back their first bottles.
            He jumped up from his seat on the couch when it appeared they were almost finished and announced, “I’ll get the next round; you guys relax.”
            Casey was slouched sideways on the other end of the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. He gave Don a thumbs up as the Turtle hopped over his legs. Raph, who was sitting comfortably in an armchair, grunted his acquiescence as he chugged the last of his bottle.
            In the kitchen, Don grabbed two fresh beers from the refrigerator and carried them to the counter. Popping the tops off of them, he dipped into his belt and fished out the two paper twists containing Raph’s drug cocktail and Casey’s knock out powder.
            He thought his hands might shake as he opened the tiny wads of paper, but was pleased to see that they were perfectly steady. As the powder drifted out of sight into the amber colored liquid, Don tucked the paper into his belt and proceeded back into the living room.
            Don handed the bottle in his right hand to Casey and then stepped over his friends legs to present the bottle in his left to Raph.
            “Where’s your bottle, genius?” Raph asked as he tipped the lip of the bottle to his mouth.
            Don smiled and held up the bottle he’d left sitting on the table. “Still working on this one bro’. I don’t drink as quickly as you two.”
            “Light weight,” Casey chuckled, downing a quarter of his fresh bottle.
            “Oh yeah?” Raph said, pointing a finger at Casey. “Bet you were shit faced after half of your first beer.”
            Pretending to take a long drink from his bottle, Don watched Raph gulp down most of his second beer. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Casey was working on his bottle too, probably spurred on by some macho ritual.
            They both finished at nearly the same time and Don rose again, his hand covering the remainder of the liquid in his first beer.
            “Getting a fresh one, any takers while I’m up?” he asked.
            “Yeah, here,” Raph said, lifting his bottle so that Don could see it was empty.
            Casey leaned forward to set his on the table and said, “I’ll take another.”
            Don took his time in the kitchen before finally bringing three fresh bottles out to the others. He noticed immediately that Casey’s eyes were rolling and his hand came up in slow motion to accept the bottle Don gave him.
            Raph was smirking at nothing, his body sunk further into the cushions of the chair. Don had to follow his lifted hand in order to place the beer bottle in it as the effects of the drug began to become apparent.
            Don sat down and fiddled with the label on his bottle as he watched Casey and his brother slowly lose themselves to the drugs. Casey finally succumbed completely and Don had to dart forward to catch his half-finished bottle as it slipped out of his friend’s unconscious fingers.
            When Don turned, he saw that Raph’s head was tipped back against the chair, his eyes shut and mouth open. He was still holding his beer; the bottle propped on his lap.
            Don gathered the partially finished bottles and his still full one and took them into the kitchen. One by one he poured the beer into the sink, going back to the living room to set the empties on the table and floor. The bottles that had contained the drugs he carefully rinsed out before returning them to their former positions.
            Emptying a few more bottles down the drain, Don completed the staged ‘scene’. Now the living room looked like the three of them had drunk themselves into a stupor. With that completed, Don emptied the contents of a box of baking soda into the kitchen drain to rid it of the smell of beer.
            Bending over Casey, Don peeled back his friend’s eyelid and then checked his pulse. Deeply asleep, Casey’s vitals all appeared normal. He just wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Grabbing his duffel, Don strode into Casey’s bedroom and tossed it down next to the bed.
            With all his preparations done, Don once more surveyed his brother. There were butterflies in Don’s stomach as he fully realized that Raph was finally all his. His tongue swept out and touched his lower lip before he moved to stand in front of Raphael.
            “Come on Raph, get up,” Don said, slapping Raph’s cheeks lightly to rouse him.
            “Wha . . .?” Raph slurred as his eyes fluttered open. “Don?”
            “We’re going to bed now. Just you and me,” Don told him, his voice quivering from excitement.
            Catching hold of Raph’s upper arms, Don pulled to encourage Raph to stand. His brother understood after a moment and got to his feet slowly.
            “Whoa,” Raph muttered. “How much did I drink?”
            “I’ll guide you,” Don said, leading the unsteady Raphael towards Casey’s bedroom.
            Once he had Raph inside, Don sat him down on the edge of the bed and went back to lock the door behind them. Raph’s arms hung limply at his sides, but he still had enough muscle control to hold himself upright.
            Don removed Raph’s sais from his belt and then removed the belt. One by one he stripped Raph’s pads from his body and finished by taking Raph’s mask off of his face.
            Standing back to take a breath, Don gloried in the completely naked and vulnerable brother seated before him. With his eyes glued to Raph’s magnificent body, Don removed all of his own gear.
            Coming back to the bed, Don pushed Raph backwards until he was lying down, and then grabbed his ankles and swung his feet onto the mattress. Don crawled up next to his brother and swung a leg over him so that he could straddle Raph’s plastron.
            Raph’s eyes were drifting open and closed, his head rolling slightly on the pillow. For a moment, Don simply looked down at him, shaking with the knowledge of what he was about to do.
            “Raphael,” he called, concentrating on his brother’s face. When he got no reaction, he spoke louder. “Raphael.”
            Raph’s eyes widened suddenly and he blinked up at the ceiling. In a second the golden irises shifted onto Don’s face.
            “Don?” he asked as he recognized his brother. Then he realized Don was sitting on him.
            “Get offa me, Donny,” Raph said, lifting his hands to Don’s plastron.
            “No,” Don said, enjoying the feel of Raph’s fingers fluttering across his scutes.
            “ . . . the fuck,” Raph mumbled. “I’ma push ya’ off.”
            Don was elated as he rocked forward and said, “Please try.”
            Raph flattened his palms on Don’s plastron and shoved. Even under the influence of drugs that robbed him of most of his muscle control, he was still strong. Don’s chest puffed up at the incredible sensation of Raph’s hands pushing against him.
            Don leaned against his brother’s hands, his dark eyes searching Raph’s face as it twisted in frustration. For Don, the expression was like a strong elixir, both heady and incredibly sweet.
            Grabbing Raph’s wrists, Don jerked his brother’s arms aside and slammed them into the mattress. Moving his hands upwards, Don stroked Raph’s exposed ribs and let his fingers walk up to Raph’s collar bone.
            With a low moan, Don stretched himself out on top of his brother and purposely scraped their plastrons together. He moved his face to within inches of Raph’s, making sure those golden eyes were looking into his chocolate ones.
            “What’re ya’ doin, Don?” Raph slurred, both angry and puzzled at his treatment.
            “I want you Raph,” Don told him. “All of you. I’m going to have you to, and there isn’t a thing you or anyone else can do about it.”
            “Crazy,” Raph muttered, moving his body underneath Don’s.
            The shifting form beneath him made Don gasp. He could already feel his cock twisting and expanding within its pouch.
            Don lowered his lips to his brothers, demanding entry. Raph still had the fortitude to keep his mouth firmly shut, making Don laugh as he pulled back.
            “Gods I love this,” Don said with a smile.
            He could feel Raph’s hands tugging at his carapace, searching for a handhold in order to leverage Donatello off of him. In reply, Don ground his lower plastron against Raph’s, loving how it felt when Raph’s hips lifted in an effort to dislodge him.
            Bringing a hand up to tightly grip Raph’s jaw, Don squeezed as hard as he dared. He had to be careful to avoid leaving bruises that couldn’t be explained away by their battle earlier in the evening. It was fortunate that Raph’s emerald skin didn’t bruise nearly as easily as Don’s.
            With his hold solid on Raph’s face, Don once more plunged his mouth onto his brother’s. Raph tried to pull his head away, but Don was unrelenting and the drugs didn’t give Raph enough control over his own body to effect an escape.
            Don yanked down on Raph’s jar, forcing his mouth open. Maintaining his grip, Don drove his tongue into Raph’s warm mouth, tasting the beer from earlier and another tangy flavor that was all Raphael.
            He could feel Raph trying to bite down, but Don kept his brother’s jaw pinched tight, not allowing it or his teeth to close. Don swept his tongue over Raph’s, churring throatily as Raph tried to pull his tongue away.
            Don was panting by the time he finished thoroughly ravaging Raphael’s mouth. With a low groan, he carefully sat up so that he was once again straddling Raph’s plastron. By now, the bulge in his lower plastron was painfully large and he wasted no more time before dropping down.
            Shifting his hips back and forth, he rubbed his erection against Raph’s scutes. He could feel Raph’s arousal with his tail and purposely wiggled that small appendage against the slit in Raph’s plastron.
            Raph’s growl pulled Don’s attention back to his brother’s face. Giving up on the idea of pushing Don off of him, Raph’s hands closed into fists and he began pounding Don’s body with all the strength he could muster.
            Don rode his brother like a bucking bronco as Raph’s legs thumped against the bedding. Unable to pull his eyes away from Raph’s mouth, Don finally caught Raph’s arms once more and forced them flat against his sides.
            A small smile lifted Don’s lips as several ideas crowded his head simultaneously. Releasing Raph’s arms, he lifted his own body up enough so that he could grab the edge of Raph’s shell and roll him to the side.
            Holding him up, Don shoved Raph’s hand palm upwards beneath his own carapace and then repeated the process with the other.
            Raph grunted as he tried unsuccessfully to pull his hands out from under his body. Don watched him struggle, pleased that the positioning wouldn’t leave any telltale marks on Raph’s knuckles.
            Sitting back, Don wrapped a hand around his pulsating shaft and watched Raph’s shoulders twist and turn; the muscles on his biceps flexing as he fought to pull his hands free.
            Raph couldn’t move his own body enough to lift the weight off of his hands and he didn’t have the muscle control to simple yank his arms out of their trapped position.
            Satisfied, Don leaned sideways and snatched his duffel off of the floor. With his eyes glued to the beads of sweat forming on Raph’s emerald skin, Don dug for the tube of lubricant.
            After a moment, he was forced to look away. He couldn’t find the lube and had to set the duffel on Raph’s plastron while he pulled the bag open and searched inside. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he’d forgotten to toss the tube into his bag.
            So much for careful planning, he groaned to himself, dumping the bag back onto the floor. His frustration lasted only a second as his eyes landed on a bottle of lotion sitting far back on the bedside table. It was a brand favored by April and had probably been forgotten there by her at some time.
            “Don, Donny. Get the f . . . fuck off me,” Raph spluttered, his stubborn resilience refusing to give up his fight.
            Don eyes shot back over to his brother’s mouth and narrowed as he contemplated what he knew first hand to be wide, wet and warm. Absently stroking his straining cock, Don crawled up along his brother’s laboring form.
            With his dick in hand, Don said, “Open your mouth Raphael.”
            Raph was breathing hard, his strong will struggling against the command. Don’s mouth twitched upwards and then so did his free hand, coming down hard against the side of Raph’s face a second later.
            “Can you hear me, Raphael?” Don asked, staring into his brother’s eyes.
            Don’s voice wound its way into Raph’s brain, reverberating until Raph finally nodded. His relief was short lived as Don repeated, “Open your mouth.”
            Fighting the echo in his head was too painful. Slowly, Raph’s lips parted and then his mouth opened wide.
            Don was shivering so hard he actually couldn’t move for a moment. Then very carefully he inched forward, coming up on his knees as he fed his cock into his brother’s mouth.
            “Close your lips, Raph,” Don ordered. “No teeth.”
            This time Raph obeyed almost instantly, his eyes glazed by the hypnotic power of the drug mixture Don had given him.
            Raph’s hot mouth surrounding his painfully hard erection made Don cry out his ecstasy. He could feel Raph’s chest tipping from side to side as his hot headed brother fought his captivity, but Raph’s mouth was obeying different commands.
            Catching the sides of Raph’s head between his hands, Don held it still as he thrust into the wet cavity. Raph’s tongue lifted each time Donny pulled back, sliding deliciously along the underside of Don’s cock.
            Donatello only meant to try Raph’s mouth for a moment, letting his brother lubricate Don’s cock with his saliva, but his hips and genitals had different ideas. A swirling knot of pure pleasure crawled into Don’s groin as he drove deeper into Raph’s throat
            He could hear the small choking noises Raph was making, but Don’s churrs soon drowned them out. Raph’s eyes had widened and his heels were digging into the mattress as he strained to breathe, his throat completely blocked as Don pounded against the back of it with the head of his dick.
            Raph’s throat was constricting around Don’s cock, his tongue in constant motion as the thick muscle tried to push the obstruction out of his mouth. The combination of heat and friction pulled Don into a body quaking orgasm.
            Holding Raph’s head tightly, Don pushed in a far as he could and flooded his brother’s throat with his ejaculate. Eyes closed and head back, Don gave himself over to pure feeling, forgetting everything else as he came.
            Chest heaving, Don began to regain his senses and finally noticed that Raph’s eyes had rolled back into his head and that his feet were kicking weakly. Understanding made him wrench his flagging cock from his brother’s mouth.
            Raph inhaled raggedly and then began violently coughing. Don sat back and grabbed Raph’s shoulder, tipping him to the side and then watched as he brother retched, coughing up semen and beer. Don’s come dripped from Raph’s nostrils as he continue to cough for several moments.
            When he finally cleared his throat enough to breathe more normally, Don pushed him flat against the mattress again. Stripping off the pillowcase, Don tossed the pillow on the floor and folded the cloth so that an untainted square of fabric showed. He used that to wipe his brother’s face, blotting the skin around his mouth and nostrils clean.
            Dropping the soiled pillowcase over the side of the bed, Don stretched out on top of Raph once more. His brother’s eyes had drifted shut and he seemed to be relaxing into a light sleep, despite the thudding of his heart.
            Don felt like his body was floating, the euphoria of his first blow job settling comfortably into his bones. Raphael had swallowed most of Don’s seed and for some reason that thought left Don unutterably satisfied.
            Reaching for the timer on his wrist, Don set the alarm to go off in one hour. The drugs he’d given Raph would last quite a while longer; hours in fact, well into the new day. Casey wouldn’t wake any sooner.
            With a secret smile, Don allowed himself to drift into a light slumber. He had set out to take his brother completely, and he absolutely meant to do so. In an hour he would be ready to go again, and this time his target lay between Raph’s muscular thighs.
            Nothing, no force on earth, was going to keep Don from marking Raph as his own tonight. He could already feel a pressure in his groin at that thought. Eyes shut, Don tightened his grip on Raph’s shoulders and pressed against him, reveling in the feel of that solid, strong body that was all his.
            Considering how quickly his cock was recovering, Don was pretty sure he was going to have several opportunities to use Raphael.
            Don meant to take advantage of every one of them.
TBC…….
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