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Ensuring Discipline	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5482 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ensuring Discipline
- 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 Final
- 7
- 8
- 9
Ensuring Discipline

part 8
            Don eventually got to take the nap he so desperately needed.
            After refreshing both mind and body with a shower, Don returned to his lab and checked the signal on Raph’s tracking device. His brother was still moving through the sewers, but he hadn’t actually gone very far from the lair. Don sighed in relief; deep down he knew Raph would keep his word, but there was always that little voice in the back of Don’s mind asking ‘what if?’. The last thing Don needed to deal with at the moment was another problem.
            A short time later Leonardo exited Master Splinter’s room, taking great care to close the door securely. Even though the door had no lock on it, Don was sure that Leo had it rigged so that he’d know if someone went inside.
            Leo looked up to see Don watching him and then glanced at the shell cell in Don’s hand. With a nod of satisfaction, Leo took the stairs two at a time, going directly to the bathroom. Don was glad that Leo wasn’t in the mood for another personal ‘cleaning’ session.
            Since he wanted to watch for Raph’s return and also keep an eye on Leo, Don spent an hour installing a new light switch in the dojo. The job removed an item off his to-do list and was a task he could do while standing. The lidocaine ointment he had used to coat his anal passage with after the shower had helped with the pain, but sitting down still hurt.
            Raph came home just after Leo had gone into the kitchen to have his lunch. The red banded Turtle saw Don first and then noticed Leo standing in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in one hand. Leo took a slow bite and watched Raph, his face a completely emotionless mask.
            For two minutes the tableau held and it felt like the longest two minutes in Don’s life. The methodical biting and chewing was almost like a challenge, issued by Leo and directed towards Raph. Don saw the entirety of it in slow motion and wondered if throwing his screwdriver at Raph would stop his brother from acting rashly.
            In the end, Don didn’t have to do anything. Raph visibly took a solid hold of himself, dashing upstairs and into his room, no doubt to work any residual frustrations out on his free weights.
            Don saw a brief smile flit across Leo’s mouth before the leader returned to the kitchen. Quickly finishing his task, Don gathered his tools and took them back to the lab. That last episode between Leo and Raph had left the genius feeling completely drained and he knew it was time to rest.
            Slowly crawling onto the daybed, Don carefully lay on his side to ease the pressure on his rear end. His eyes found the camera that Leo had made him install and then he remembered what Mikey had said about hiding the notes he and Raph had written out.
            For a moment Don toyed with the idea of getting up and having a look at those notes. He needed to see them; they might give him another clue in the mystery of what had happened to his Leo and who this imposter was.
            Two things stopped him; one was the very real possibility that Leo might come in unannounced, and the second was that Don was too hurt and too exhausted to move. As his eyes slid shut, Don told himself to check those notes at his very first opportunity.
            An annoying sound interrupted Don’s dream of a happier time in his life; when they were small and Master Splinter told them stories at bedtime. His Father’s stories were more like fables; told with the object of teaching his children a lesson while also lulling them to sleep.
            This story, like many that Master Splinter told, centered on Master Yoshi. It was a tale about a room filled with mirrors and how Master Yoshi came to find his true self.
            The noise that had pulled Don from his dream was the alarm clock warning him that dinner time was fast approaching. With a groan, Don rolled off the bed and to his feet, carefully avoiding having his rump touch the mattress.
            As he crossed the lab to silence the alarm, Don’s mind went back to his dream. He’d been awakened before the story was finished but that didn’t matter; Don had heard it a thousand times and knew the ending well. It was something else about the dream that plagued him, something that made him believe that the dream held a deeper message than the original point of that fable.
            Somewhere in that dream lay a hint towards the solution to their current family dilemma. Don’s subconscious mind had seen or heard something and in an attempt to transmit that message, had given Don that particular dream.
            But dreams were very esoteric things; only properly interpreted by those who dreamt them. Don believed that dreams were innately personal and he held a Zen philosophy regarding them. To his mind, everything inside a dream represented some part of him; therefore, if he dreamt about a chair, the chair was in actuality Donatello, as was anything else that appeared inside the dream.
            To understand the message in his dream, Don had to take all of the things that were manifested in that dream and understand why he had become those things. Sometimes interpreting a dream took only moments, but Don knew this wouldn’t be one of the easy ones. The elusive message would have to remain just that for the time being; Don needed to join his family at the dinner table if he didn’t want to encourage some more of Leo’s discipline.
            Don reached the dining area just as Mikey was setting the table and immediately jumped in to help. Leo wasn’t far away; he was standing near the couch, holding the remote as he flipped through channels on the television. He stopped only on news stations, listening with intent interest to reported events and changing channels again only when the commercials came on.
            Raph joined them at the last possible second, his way of holding onto a need to be seen as rebellious without actually sliding into insubordination. Leo merely nodded at his hot headed brother, not even providing Raph with the satisfaction of an admonishing look.
            Dinner was not the enjoyable affair that it used to be. Before Master Splinter’s departure, when the family sat down to a meal together, there was much fun loving banter and good natured teasing. Sometimes, more food ended up on them than in them.
            The silence of this meal was broken only when someone asked to have something passed to them. Don tried to start a conversation several times, choosing totally innocuous subjects, but Mikey made only the most desultory attempts to join in and Raph remained silently sullen.
            Leo passed the conversational ball to some extent, but tonight he seemed distracted. It was apparent to Don that his pseudo-brother had something on his mind and that it had nothing to do with his siblings.
            It was near the end of the meal when Leo set his fork down with a loud click and drew everyone’s attention.
            “I have made the decision to brick up the entrance to Master Splinter’s room,” Leo announced firmly.
            Don could feel the color draining from him. “Wh . . . what?”
            “It is perfectly obvious to me that Father has no intention of returning,” Leo continued. “I cannot reach him even during meditation which to my mind indicates his decision to cut himself off from us. I toyed with the idea of moving into his room myself, but his essence is too much a part of that room and I would not be comfortable. To honor him, I think the best thing we can do is seal up his room.”
            “B . . . but he said he’d come back,” Mikey stammered.
            “Perhaps he said as much to you,” Leo said. “That is exactly what he would do to soften the blow for you, little brother. With me he was much more forthright. I know all of you believe I have been leading this clan with an iron fist, but I must tell you that Splinter’s final instruction to me was that I had to be tougher with all of you. As your Father he could not take the required measures to ensure your complete obedience and he was fearful that your lack of discipline would someday get you all killed.”
            “Master Splinter never said that!” Raph erupted, slamming a fist onto the table.
            Leo’s eyes darted over to him and Don could almost see the icicles flash from them to pierce Raphael.
            “He said that and more,” Leo said distinctly. “His primary worry was about you, Raph. Splinter said you will never reach your full potential unless you found some measure of control and that he wasn’t sure you could manage it. That is going to be my honorarium to him for the work he put into teaching me everything I know. I am going to instill discipline in this family and most especially in you, dear brother.”
            The table had started to vibrate and Don realized that was caused by Raph’s shaking, his entire body quivering with rage and shame. Leo was baiting him, that much was painfully obvious, and with unerring accuracy Leo had chosen a topic that was the most hurtful to his hot headed brother.
            Mikey had curled into himself, his body a metaphoric ball as he tried to hide from Leo’s words. Only Don knew for sure that what Leo was saying couldn’t be the truth; from the timeline that Don had been able to recreate, the real Leo had been present during Master Splinter’s departure, not this pseudo-Leo.
            “We’ll have to raid a job site or break into a lumber yard to get the bricks and concrete needed to do the job,” Don said loudly.
            His words pulled Leo’s eyes off of Raph and he quickly continued, “We don’t have a stockpile of either of those things. They aren’t something we’ve ever needed.”
            “Always practical, eh Donatello?” Leo asked. “Aren’t you going to express some sentiment regarding Splinter’s room?”
            Don shrugged, noting that pseudo-Leo had stopped bothering to address their Father as ‘Master’. “If he doesn’t return, blocking his room off is probably the best way to honor his memory without turning the place into a morbid shrine. If Master Splinter does come back, a crowbar and some sweat will remove the bricks. Nothing is to be gained from overt sentimentality.”
            His gentle, unemotional words had managed to pull both Mikey and Raph’s attention off of Leo and both were looking at Don. The tension in the air started to fade; Leo appeared somewhat appeased to have the genius’ somewhat tacit agreement to his plan.
            “It looks as though a trip topside is warranted,” Leo said.
            “I’m afraid we can’t do it tonight,” Don said quickly. “We’ll need the van in order to haul that kind of a load and the back shocks need replacing. If we try to put anything heavy in it right now, we’ll lose the entire back end suspension.”
            It was a spur of the moment lie, but Don was sure this Leo wouldn’t know any more about that aspect of an automobile than his own Leo did.
            “Do you have the replacement parts?” Leo asked, his sharp eyes nearly pinning Don in his chair.
            “No, but we can raid the junk yards in search of them after I remove the old ones,” Don said. “I know what to look for, but you guys will need to have the old shocks in order to make a visual comparison. Unless you don’t want us to split up. If we don’t, it’ll take a lot longer to find what we need.”
            “How long will it take you to remove the old ones?” Leo asked.
            “A couple of hours,” Don told him. “Given the age and wear, it’s going to be a job.”
            “Then you should get to it as soon as you’ve finished your dinner,” Leo said. “Depending on how long it takes you, we’ll either look for replacements tonight, or wait until tomorrow night. There’s no rush; maybe Splinter will return in the meantime and render this entire idea as moot.”
            There was a slightly sarcastic undertone in his words that didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the brothers. Fortunately, Mikey had caught on to Don’s ploy and was eating again, apparently trying to ignore everyone around him. Raph’s eyes were on his plate, his glare gone and his pain hidden. Don’s words had helped to disburse his anger, letting Raph see how pointless it was to allow Leo to bait him.
            Leo frowned slightly at not being able to get another rise out of Raphael and then glanced at Don. From the corner of his eye Don saw his older brother turn in his direction, but kept his attention directed towards the food on his plate. Leo might suspect that Don was tempering his brother’s reactions, but as long as Don continued to be subtle about it, Leo couldn’t be completely sure.
            Don thought that Leo would be less tolerant of his interruptions if the oldest wasn’t so desperate for Don’s acceptance of him.
            And Leo was needful of Don’s compliance, of that Don was growing increasingly surer. It wasn’t necessarily love that Leo was seeking from the genius; Don wasn’t sure that this Leo was capable of that emotion.
            What this Leo seemed to require was someone that he could depend on and trust, someone who belonged to him in both mind and body. Don had what Leo needed and as long as Don kept up pretenses, this Leo would desperately hold onto the idea that Don was his.
            Dinner ended shortly after Leo’s announcement. Raph grabbed dishes from the table and strode into the kitchen, followed by Mikey. A minute later Don heard the sound of running water and then Mikey reappeared to gather the rest of the dinner things.
            When Don started to remove his plate, Leo stopped him. “Mikey and Raph have this under control; you should go work on the van.”
            Don simply nodded and took the elevator straight up to the garage. He had felt Leo’s eyes on him right up until the elevator doors had closed and knew his pseudo-brother wasn’t ready to trust him just yet.
            As the elevator lifted him, Don thought about the convoluted game he was playing with Leo. His interference in Leo’s latest confrontation with Raph had let the oldest know that Don would continue to mutiny against Leo’s control if the situation warranted such action. Don had to keep Leo’s focus off of Raph and Mikey and if that called for open defiance, then Don was prepared to go that far.
            Leo was completely cognizant of Don’s intent and was certainly baiting Raph in order to keep Don addled and unable to concentrate. It was Don’s mind that Leo most wanted, but it was Don’s mind that was Leo’s greatest adversary.
            The promise of insubordination from Don kept Leo from spending time with Raph or Mikey; Leo had to be on his toes because he didn’t know what Don was willing to do behind his back. The strange thing was that Leo seemed to be enjoying the power play with Don, but the genius had no illusions about that fact. Leo was allowing Don more leeway than the others because of Don’s unspoken promise to continue to satisfy his pseudo-brother.
            To maintain the lie that the van was out of service, the first thing that Donatello did was to jack up the back end and remove the tires. The physical activity felt good; keeping his body active and his hands busy as Don tried to understand Leo’s motives in bricking up Master Splinter’s room.
            The most obvious reason had nothing to do with honoring their Father’s memory and everything to do with permanently hiding something that was in that room. Wherever this Leo had come from, Don was now sure that the answer to sending him back and retrieving the real Leo lay inside Master Splinter’s room.
            Reasoning that out led to a supposition and Don found that he liked it because it seemed to fit with everything he knew about pseudo-Leo. Having spent some time in an alternate reality, Don knew such a thing was possible and in this case, probable.
            Don believed that there were an infinite number of universes existing parallel to one another, and the act of travelling into one of them was a mere matter of moving sideways in time. Something in pseudo-Leo’s universe had changed the course of his history and made his existence much harsher.
            Whatever had transpired had happened within the last few years, judging by the scars that covered pseudo-Leo’s body. Many of them were ones that Don recognized, so the events that led to their acquisition had to be identical to the ones within Don’s timeline. Some calamity had caused a divergence to occur in pseudo-Leo’s universe; an event that had left this Leo alone, bitter, and hellishly warped.
            The timeline that had produced this Leo was also apparently very dangerous, which caused Don an even greater worry. While pseudo-Leo occupied this universe, the real Leo was trapped in the deadly one. He was a master ninja and extremely nimble mentally and physically, but it only required one slip to end his life.
            Don couldn’t let this Leo brick up Master Splinter’s room. The way to exchange the two Leo’s was in that room; if Don hadn’t been sure of it before, he was now. Pseudo-Leo liked this universe and was determined to remain here, and the best way to ensure that was to block off any possibility of the real Leo finding his way back home.
            His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the elevator doors opening. Don hoped that it was Raphael coming up to help with the van, but the silence of the approach told him otherwise.
            Lying on his mechanic’s creeper to work on the van had been preferable to squatting or sitting on his painful rear, but it left Don feeling vulnerable as he awaited Leo’s appearance. He saw Leo’s feet first as his brother stopped near the van.
            “This is an impressive looking array of parts,” Leo said. “All of these things have to be removed in order to replace the shock absorbers?”
            “It’s easier to work on them if you get all this other stuff out of the way,” Don explained.
            “I see. I’ll have to take your word on that,” Leo said. “From the looks of things, I think your two hour estimate was too optimistic.”
            “I’d like to replace the brake pads while I have everything pulled apart,” Don told him. “It only makes sense to take care of all of the problems at once.”
            “I agree,” Leo said. “I hope that one of those problems isn’t my decision to brick up Splinter’s room.”
            Don stopped breathing for a moment but quickly got his reactions under control. Grunting as he turned the socket wrench, he said, “I told you my feelings on the subject. As far as I’m concerned, that’s entirely up to you.”
            He couldn’t see Leo’s face, but Don was pretty sure that answer had gone over favorably with his fake brother.
            “So tearing the van apart isn’t a tactic to prevent me from doing so?” Leo pressed.
            “Nope,” Don answered in his most disinterested manner. “Could you hand me the three-eighths socket please?”
            Leo squatted and reached into Don’s tool kit, grabbing the socket his brother had asked for and leaning forward to place it into Don’s outstretched hand. Don had a brief glimpse of Leo’s face before his brother sat back, his arms resting on his knees as he got comfortable.
            It was obvious Leo intended to keep him company and Don resigned himself to that fact. Whenever he looked in Leo’s direction though, he could see his brother’s lower plastron and tail, both of which brought flashes of memory that Don didn’t care for.
            Keeping his eyes fixed on the underside of the van, Don continued working, stripping the components of the rear differential so that it would be time consuming for anyone other than himself to put back together. He was determined to delay Leo’s proposed plan to shut off Master Splinter’s room from the rest of their home, hoping to buy enough time so that he could figure out how to get inside.
            “Donatello, if I asked you who you thought our greatest enemy was, what would you say?” Leo asked out of the blue.
            The question surprised Don, who asked, “Do you mean since we destroyed the Shredder?”
            There was a minute pause before Leo said, “Yes.”
            The pause clued Don in to the fact that Leo was fishing for information about the universe he now found himself in. Apparently the news that Shredder had been defeated was a revelation to pseudo-Leo.
            “Well, Raph might say that Karai is our biggest problem since she’s become so fanatical about destroying us,” Don said. “Doesn’t that bother you?”
            “Anyone who lists killing us as a priority is of concern to me,” Leo said. “Do you agree with Raphael’s assessment?”
            Don was listening for nuances in Leo’s voice and words. He heard one in the way Leo had answered that question that made him wonder if pseudo-Leo had ever had any dealings with Karai.
            “Her obsession is certainly problematic,” Don said cautiously. “Since she’s now directing the Foot clan her ninjas can limit our movements. It’s no worse than Hun and his Purple Dragons in my opinion. Both groups have limitations.”
            “Hun isn’t of concern to me,” Leo said. “He is a street thug and so are his people. If something isn’t profitable, they ignore it.”
            So there was a Hun in Leo’s universe, but it seemed that version wasn’t much more than a minor nuisance.
            “Unfortunately, hunting us is profitable because Karai has a bounty on our heads,” Don said dryly. “I suspect that Bishop has also offered Hun inducements with regard to information as to our whereabouts.”
            “Oh yes, Bishop,” Leo said noncommittally. “What’s your opinion on Bishop?”
            Pseudo-Leo didn’t know Bishop; didn’t even know if Bishop was a man or woman. Don began to get the feeling that this Leo’s world was very similar to the one that Don had gotten dropped into by Drako and the Daimyo’s son.
            “I think he’s our greatest threat,” Don answered truthfully. “The man is a zealot and has the force of the government behind him, which means he has limitless power and influence. We’ve been very lucky in our past dealings with him but I wouldn’t purposely go up against him.”
            Leo was quiet for a few minutes and Don continued to tinker; looking as industrious as he possibly could.
            “Given a choice though, you, Raph, and Mikey wouldn’t remain down here in the safety of the lair, would you?” Leo asked.
            “You mean as in forever?” Don asked. “Well, no. That wouldn’t be feasible even if we were inclined that way. We’d still need supplies and we have friends on the outside. Besides, Master Splinter taught us to fight evil rather than to let it run rampant. If we hadn’t followed that philosophy, we’d never have rid the world of the Shredder.”
            “We were honor bound to do that,” Leo said, his voice shifting suddenly to a darker tone. “The Foot clan is our sworn enemy and should be completely destroyed, from the top down.”
            The way Leo spoke sent a shiver of dread into Don’s spine and he rolled out from under the van so that he could see his brother’s face.
            “Thwarting them and hunting them were distinctions that Master Splinter instituted,” Don said. “You know that he doesn’t believe in killing for the sake of killing.”
            Leo’s eyes had seemed to shift to a darker shade of amber and it was all Don could do to meet them. There was a frightening fanaticism in their depths that worried Don immeasurably. After a moment, the color changed back to something less deadly.
            Standing, Leo inhaled deeply and held his hand out. “Time to stop working for the night. Come with me; we need to get you cleaned up.”
            Don hesitated for just a moment, but the look on Leo’s face was one he was learning not to argue with. Taking Leo’s hand, Don allowed his brother to pull him up.
            As quickly as he could, Don put away the tools he’d been using as Leo stood to one side and watched him. When he was done, he followed Leo to the elevator.
            Stepping into the lair, Leo took Don’s hand once again and led him upstairs. With each step a feeling of apprehension built; now that Leo looked upon him as a willing lover he probably expected Don to acquiesce to any and all of Leo’s needs. Not only did Don not want to be Leo’s sex slave, but he was much too sore for intercourse.
            Don’s fear didn’t diminish when Leo took him into the bathroom. After shutting and locking the door, Leo turned on the tap in the bathtub and while it was filling he carefully stripped Don of his gear. With his eyes glued to Don’s, Leo next removed all of his things and then stepped into the tub, pulling Don into it with him.
            With slow precision, Leo began to scrub the grime from Don’s hands and arms, moving up to his shoulders and then over to his plastron. Don sat with his carapace against the back of the tub, unmoving as he allowed Leo to do as he wished. The warm water was soothing to Don’s aching back side and for the moment, Don allowed himself to relax.
            His eyes were half closed and his guard down when Leo’s hands slipped below the water. Very deliberately, Leo squeezed Don’s thighs, slipping his thumbs inwards and sliding them across the creases where skin met plastron.
            As Don’s eyes came up to meet Leo’s, the corners of his brother’s mouth curved into a lust filled smile.
            “Come here,” Leo ordered, his voice husky.
            “Leo, I’m . . . .” Don began.
            “Join me,” Leo said, his interruption barring all argument.
            Don swallowed and moved towards him. Leo straightened his legs and leaned forward to clasp Don’s upper arms, guiding him up until he was straddling Leo’s lap.
            One of Leo’s hands slid higher until it was cupping Don’s cheek. Knowing what was expected of him, Don bent down and pressed his lips against his brothers.
            Leo immediately opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. As he held Don’s face, the other hand came down on Don’s thigh and then crept back until Leo could grasp his younger brother’s tail.
            Don rocked forward in reaction, sending a small wave of water lapping against the sides of the tub. Leo’s kiss grew more passionate and he began to stroke and squeeze Don’s tail, periodically stopping to tickle the underside with his fingertips.
            The action caused a tingling sensation to crawl up into Don’s loins and he moaned as a familiar tightness pooled at the base of his plastron. He could feel himself begin to harden, although he desperately wanted to deny that he was becoming aroused.
            Holding firmly to Leo’s shoulders, Don was caught between wanting to push away from his pseudo-brother and to pull him closer. Don seriously hoped that Leo only wanted to excite him and wasn’t planning anything further; his ass hurt too much.
            Then he felt one of Leo’s fingers begin to circle his entrance; the touch very light but the purpose clear.
            Pulling away from their kiss, Don stammered, “L . . . Leo, please. I c . . . can’t, not yet. I’m s . . . so sore . . . .”
            “It’s okay, Donny,” Leo murmured in a low, reassuring tone. Pressing a kiss to Don’s chin, he said, “That’s why we’re doing this in the tub. The water will ease the way and keep you lubricated.”
            As he sought to calm Don, Leo’s finger inched its way past the protective outer muscle in Don’s ass, making the younger Turtle gasp. The sting of the intrusion felt to Don as though he’d been stuck with several needles.
            “Ahh! St . . . stop, please,” Don panted, feeling the swollen ring of muscle begin to throb. “I’ve never done this, I’m . . . I’m not used t . . . to it. I need time to . . . to heal.”
            Leo’s finger stopped moving but wasn’t withdrawn. “We’re going to go very slow. You’ll be on top so you can direct the speed, but this is happening, Donny. You have to toughen up.”
            It was the mixture of concern and callousness that almost pushed Don to open rebellion. His chest was heaving from the raw emotions and he could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes for the first time since this ordeal had begun.
            Well aware that Leo was waiting, Don grasped at the thing that was anchoring him, the knowledge that he was the only one who could save their family. Pushing his despair away, Don called on the analytical side of his brain, deciding to treat this as an experiment.
            Nodding to give Leo the go ahead, Don’s hands tightened on his brother’s shoulders as Leo worked his finger further inside Don’s abused anal passage. Rather than trying to ignore the pain, Don focused on it, envisioning the nerves inside of him as tiny electrical currents, sending signals to his pain receptors.
            Concentrating, Don began to systematically reroute the signals, moving the unpleasant feeling to another area of his body. As he directed each signal, he changed its message from that of pain to that of pleasure.
            When Leo’s finger had traversed as far inside of Don as it could go he stopped moving to look into his younger brother’s eyes. Don stared back at him, the pleasurable messages having succeeded in fully arousing the genius. Leo groaned his desire when he saw Don’s expression and began to twist his finger inside his brother.
            Don gasped and pushed back against Leo’s hand. With little more encouragement, Leo inserted a second finger. The pain turned pleasure from that intrusion had Don almost fully engorged and he stopped trying to restrain his erection; his cock dropping from its hidden pocket to thump against Leo’s plastron.
            As Leo scissored his fingers inside of Don, he used his free hand to grasp Don’s cock, squeezing it gently before beginning to pump his brother.
            A churr rolled up from Don’s throat and Leo answered it with one of his own. His eyes were glued to Don’s face, no doubt watching for the signs that would tell him of his younger brother’s bliss.
            “Good, Donny, very good,” Leo murmured in encouragement as Don rocked towards him, trying to gain even more friction for his swollen and needy cock.
            The movement brought Don’s lower plastron into contact with the bulging area under Leo’s and within seconds Leo’s erection slipped into view beneath the water.
            Leo removed his fingers from Don’s ass and grabbed one of his brother’s butt cheeks. “It’s time now. Come up here and ride me.”
            Don nodded and lifted his lower body off of Leo’s lap. Once he was up high enough, Leo reached down and grasped his own dick, guiding it against Don’s entrance.
            “Down now,” Leo directed huskily.
            With a shudder, Don lowered himself slowly onto Leo’s cock. In a partial trance, Don was able to ignore the pain as Leo’s large shaft penetrated him, moving downward at a consistent pace until he was fully seated on his brother’s erection.
            Leo’s head tipped back and his eyelids fluttered as Don’s hot body wrapped itself around his cock. “Yes, perfect,” Leo moaned. “Perfect; you’re perfect. Fuck my cock, Donny.”
            The shock of those unexpectedly crude words delivered in Leo’s voice almost pulled Don from his meditative state, but by concentrating on the hand that was stroking his own erection he was able to stay in the moment.
            Very carefully, Don began to lift and lower himself on Leo’s cock, moving a little faster with each passing moment. Leo matched his speed, jacking Don with the exact same rhythm.
            Don could tell Leo was drawing close to an orgasm when his older brother’s hips began to lift to meet each downward movement. Leo’s eyes were half closed and he was panting, yet his hand on Don’s cock never faltered.
            When Leo lifted his body to grind his dick into Don’s ass he managed to hit Don’s prostate. Crying out from the pleasure, Don began practically falling on Leo’s cock, striving to make the hard member strike that set of nerves again.
            It worked with a precision that had Don shaking and groaning. His orgasm hit with blinding surprise and it was so violent that he didn’t even feel Leo’s climax just seconds later.
            Sucking air in through his open mouth, Don continued to moved up and down on Leo’s dwindling cock. Leo grabbed Don’s hips to stop him and then lunged upwards to capture Don’s mouth in a boldly hot kiss.
            They were both shivering by the time Leo pulled away from the kiss. Partly it was from the cooling water and partly from the after effects of such an intense coupling.
            Leo shifted beneath Don, urging his brother off of his lap. As Don slid back, Leo stood up and climbed out of the tub, grabbing a pair of towels. He swiftly dried himself and then helped Don out of the water, rubbing the younger Turtle dry with the second towel.
            Draping the towel over Don’s shoulders, Leo pulled the plug so that the bathwater could drain, taking with it the seed from their encounter. Don flushed at the thought and knew in that moment that there would be a time when the memory of his pleasure at the hands of pseudo-Leo would cause him a great deal of guilt.
            Leo picked up their gear and opened the bathroom door, guiding a semi-dazed Donatello through the hall. Neither Mikey nor Raph were anywhere to be seen, and Don could only guess they had both retired to their rooms.
            “You’re sleeping with me,” Leo explained as they passed Don’s room. “There is no need for you to ever sleep alone again.”
            Those words didn’t bring Don the comfort that Leo meant for them to; in fact, they brought Don no comfort at all.
TBC………………….
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