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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 8
            Raph drifted in and out of consciousness, his eyes opening then closing before he could manage to focus for even one brief moment.
            He knew the feeling; usually it happened when he was very tired or when he’d had too much to drink. That had to be the answer because Raph remembered coming back to Casey’s apartment with Don. He also vaguely remembered slamming down a few beers.
            Wondering if his brother was in the same condition as he was, Raph licked his very dry lips and managed to croak, “Don?”
            Don thought he would feel sleepy after his second orgasm but he found that he was more curious than tired. He lay atop Raph and watched his brother’s face, especially his eyes. They had gone from fearful understanding to blank in a matter of only a few moments after Don had finished fucking him. Don reminded himself to type up a set of comprehensive notes about the effects of his drug cocktail at his very first opportunity.
            “Yes Raph?” Don answered quietly.
            “Ya’ okay bro’?” Raph asked.
            Don smiled and answered truthfully, “I’m very okay Raphael. How do you feel?”
            “Really out of it,” Raph said. “I can’t feel my arms.”
            Don realized his brother had been lying on them for rather a long time and decided it would be a good idea to get some circulation back into them.
            “Hang on Raph, let me see what I can do about that,” Don said.
            “Mmm,” Raph murmured as his eyes slid shut once more.
            Lifting himself off of Raph, Don kneeled next to his brother and reached over his body, grasping the edge of his shell and rolling him onto his side. Don gripped Raph’s wrist and pulled his arm from under his body, then repeated the process for the other arm.
            Once Raph was flat again, Don began rubbing the muscular, emerald green arms. Raph moaned lightly as his arms started to tingle and come back to life.
            “Shell, that feels good, Donny,” Raph said. “Guess I fell asleep in a weird position.”
            “Yes, I’d say you did,” Don replied humorously. “Don’t you remember anything?”
            Raph’s eyelids lifted slightly as he looked at Don. “’Member drinking a couple beers. Musta had more than that ta pass out during your party. Sorry ta spoil your fun.”
            “You haven’t spoiled my fun at all Raph,” Don said, leaning over until his face was inches from his brother’s. “In fact, you have provided me with no end of thrills tonight.”
            “Yeah?” Raph blinked and managed to focus on Don’s face. A thought flashed into his head that his brother was acting a bit strangely, but it vanished as Raph realized he was thirsty.
            “Donny, could ya’ maybe get me some water?” Raph asked after attempting to sit up and finding he couldn’t quite make it.
            “Lips feel dry?” Don asked curiously.
            “Yeah,” Raph told him.
            Moving closer, Don grinned and said, “I can fix that.”
            Don’s tongue snaked out of his mouth and he stroked it slowly and firmly across Raph’s lips.
            Raph’s head jerked back against the pillow. “What the fuck?” he yelped in total surprise.
            “I think we’re both ready for another round,” Don said. “You especially Raph. You haven’t even been out to play yet.”
            Sliding a hand down Raph’s plastron, Don swiped his fingers over his brother’s slit. Raph managed to bring one of his hands up to bat Don’s away, a low growl issuing from his throat.
            “You’re drunk,” Raph said. “Cut it out.”
            “I’m drunk on you,” Don corrected him. “I’ve had a taste and I want another. Fight me if you want to; I’m enjoying myself.”
            Don crawled a little ways down the bed and slung one of his legs over Raph’s. Pressing his growing erection against Raph’s thigh, Don reached for Raph’s tail and began stroking it. Raph gasped at the contact, his legs moving as he tried to clamp them shut. The motion only served to arouse Don further.
            “Donny, what the hell are ya’ doin’?” Raph demanded, the words drifting in slow motion from his mouth.
            “I want your cock, Raph,” Don said bluntly. “Your ass, your cock; all of you. I want to own you.”
            “Shut up!” Raph yelled, fighting Don’s hand as it once more pressed against the sensitive area between Raph’s legs.
            Don twisted his hands away from Raph’s easily, laughing at Raph’s feeble attempts to push him off. The drugs in Raph’s system had stolen his memory of their first two encounters, making this fresh assault seem as if it were the first. That realization made Don’s heart beat a little faster, exciting him enough so that his cock dropped down.
            Releasing Raph’s tail, Don grabbed both of Raph’s wrists in his hands, moving them aside as he slid up along his brother’s body. Resting his chest against Raph’s, Don pulled his brother’s arms up and then over his carapace, forcing Raph to hold him.
            Don’s erection was hot and stiff, and he slowly pressed it against the burgeoning mound under Raph’s plastron. Raph tried to shift his hips away from the unwanted pleasurable feeling, but he couldn’t find the strength to dislodge his brother.
            “Don’t,” Raph choked past the churr that broke free.
            “Your words say one thing but your body says another,” Don whispered close to Raph’s mouth. “Are you teasing me Raph?”
            “What? No!” Raph shouted into Don’s face.
            “That’s good to know. I’d hate to think you were leading me on,” Don said with a grin. “Kiss me.”
            Raph’s eyes widened. He tried to yank his arms down, but Don had a solid grip on them.
            “Goddammit Don! Stop this shit. You’re my fuckin’ brother,” Raph said, his breath brushing across Don’s face.
            “You have absolutely no idea of how right you are,” Don said before lowering his mouth to Raph’s.
            Raph grunted and tried to turn his head aside, but Don was pushing against his mouth with brutal pressure. He could feel Don’s teeth on his lips and reacted by opening them before his mind caught up with the knowledge that he shouldn’t have.
            Don’s groan was triumphant as his tongue once more gained entry into his brother’s mouth. Moving his hips from side to side, he ground the underside of his shaft against the slight opening in Raph’s slit. Don could feel his brother’s cock rising up to meet his.
            Raph’s first thought as he felt Don’s tongue enter his mouth was to bite down just hard enough to warn his brother to stop. He was quickly pulled away from that thought when Don began moving his lower body, coaxing Raph’s cock out into the open.
            A growl formed deep inside Raph’s chest as he tried to concentrate on something that would make it so he couldn’t feel the friction against his shaft. No matter how hard he tried though, his mind insisted on drifting. Several times he could have sworn he passed out completely, only to be brought back by Don’s tongue or his lascivious movements.
            Don could tell that his brother was trying to resist the attention the genius was paying to Raph’s hidden organ. Breaking the kiss, Don looked into Raph’s eyes, waiting for a moment when the gold was not quite so glazed over.
            “Are you trying to deny me, Raph?” he asked with a tiny giggle.
            “Stop it, Donny,” Raph demanded in a raspy voice. “I don’t like this.”
            “I suppose I’d better work a little harder then,” Don announced.
            Nipping at Raph’s chin, Don allowed his brother’s arms to fall back onto the mattress. Working his way downwards, Don carefully played his mouth and tongue over Raph’s scutes, paying special attention to the central front line.
            Raph’s breathing grew ragged as he felt his brother’s mouth teasing him. After making several unsuccessful attempts at getting up, he doubled up his fist and swung at Don’s head.
            The punch didn’t have Raph’s normal power behind it, but it was strong enough. Hitting Don’s temple, the blow sent the genius sprawling sideways.
            Slowly sitting up, Don frowned at Raph, not angered so much as contemplative. Apparently some of the effects of the drug cocktail were wearing off for Raph to have gained that much muscle control.
            Wanting to know how much Raph could do, Don asked, “The idea of my sucking your cock bother you that much, Raph?”
            His brother growled and swung another fist at Don, who caught it easily enough now that he knew it was coming. It took a little more effort on Don’s part to shove the heavily muscled arm aside.
            “Ya’ ain’t doin’ that, Don,” Raph warned in the meanest tone he could muster.
            Watching Raph for a few more minutes, it became obvious that while his hot headed brother could lift his arms, the rest of his body was still uncooperative. Except for his dick; it was still slightly swollen beneath his plastron.
            Lowering his mouth over Raph’s slit was going to be a problem with Raph swinging at his head. Looking around, Don spotted the rumpled sheet at the bottom of the bed and leaned back to grab it.
            “This is one of the things I like most about you, Raph,” Don said as he climbed off of the bed. “You have so much fight in you that you force me to be innovative.”
            Casey’s headboard was made of thin wood, but the frame was steel set on rollers. Don pulled the bed away from the wall and pushed the sheet through the frame until he had both ends of the fabric in his hands. Tugging on them, he was satisfied to find that the metal was solid enough to withstand a fair amount of force.
            Winding the ends up between the mattress and the headboard, Don caught one of Raph’s arms and lifted it over his head. Raph didn’t understand what his brother was doing until he felt something soft being wrapped around his wrist.
            The coil of rope in Donatello’s duffel bag would have made the job of tying Raph’s arms much easier, but it would also have left marks. Marks that Don couldn’t have possibly explained away.
            With a herculean effort, Raph swung his other arm at Don but missed him as Don leaned away. Raph started clawing at the binding on his caught wrist, trying desperately to undo the knot that Don had already tied off.
            Don grabbed Raph’s loose arm and wound the other end of the sheet around it as Raph squirmed and fought. Watching Raph struggle sent a shudder of anticipation over Don’s entire body and his cock jumped. A trickle of precome dribbled from the tip; his brother was rousing Don far too quickly again.
            “Raph,” Don moaned as he finished tying his brother’s arms, “why do you do this to me?”
            Raph was still pulling against the sheets that were holding his arms when Don moved to place himself between his brother’s thighs once more. Cursing to himself, Raph knew in his heart he wouldn’t get free; Don had always been the best of them at securing things.
            His mind barely registered Don’s words, but their echo played in his head enough to draw his attention to Don’s position.
            “I’m not . . . I’m not doin’ anything Donny,” Raph said, trying to reason with his brother. “Ya’ just got the wrong idea, that’s all. The wrong thoughts. Ya’ gotta st . . . stop now, okay? Just stop and think before ya’ go too far.”
            “Oh Raph,” Don said with a laugh. “We’ve already gone all the way, you just don’t remember. You already gave it up to me once, but once is not enough, as they say.”
            Raph’s eyes snapped shut and he gasped as Don’s mouth covered the slit in his lower plastron. Raph had almost managed to completely retract his cock, but the warmth from Don’s mouth and the wet slide of the tip of his brother’s tongue along the edge of his dick brought back his arousal.
            “N . . . no more,” Raph stammered, pulling on the sheet that was holding him in an effort to slide away from Don’s mouth.
            Don didn’t bother to answer. He could feel his brother’s cock twitching against his lips and he was completely focused on making Raph totally hard and needy. Don knew Raph didn’t want what Don was forcing on him and that made it all the sweeter when Raph’s cock started to grow.
            “Don, please. St . . . stop,” Raph pleaded as his traitorous body took pleasure from his brother’s actions.
            Don actually did stop; long enough to crow his pleasure as Raph’s cock slid out of its protective pocket. Raph didn’t realize he was fully exposed until Don wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began pumping it, striving to force his brother’s cock to fill out completely.
            Raph jerked and twisted against his bindings and Don’s hold as a shiver sped down his spine.
            “No,” Raph whined in a low voice, barely able to comprehend his brother’s actions.
            Don’s eyes were fever bright as he stared at Raph’s erection. Not fully engorged, it was still quite impressive.
            Remembering how good it had felt to have Raph’s tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, Don slid his hot tongue along Raph’s. The result was gratifying; Raph’s cock jumped, the sides pumping outward as it swelled further, growing large enough so that the veins showed darkly against Raph’s emerald skin.
            Somehow Raph managed to lift his foot and kick at the air, nearly shaking Don from his perch.
            “Raph,” Don said in a teasing tone, “don’t you want me to finish this blow job?”
            “No!” Raph shouted at him and then fell back, panting. Whatever Don had done to him left him as weak as a kitten, the very act of vocalizing his repugnance requiring an enormous amount of energy.
            Trying again, Raph said, “Listen to me, Donny. This is wrong. Ya’ c . . . can’t do this bro’, ya’ can’t just . . . .”
            “Suck you off?” Don finished for him with a pleased look.
            “Yes, that,” Raph ground out in a panic.
            “Hmm well, I did want to taste you,” Don said as he contemplated Raph’s cock.
            Don had been sliding his hand along Raph’s dick as they talked and now he saw the pearlescent secretions of Raph’s precome rolling from the tip.
            Once more Don’s tongue came out, this time to lap up the juices from his brother’s cock. Raph groaned when he felt Don’s tongue play across the sensitive head of his dick.
            Don lifted his head and rolled the precome around in his mouth. The taste was both bitter and slightly salty, with a unique and indescribable aftertaste. Swallowing it, Don grinned at Raph.
            “Not bad,” he said. “Of course, we’re not quite even. You got to drink a whole lot more when I shot my load into your mouth earlier.”
            “Liar!” Raph yelped, lifting his leg higher this time and almost succeeding in catching Don’s shell.
            Don was laughing at his efforts, enjoying the pained expression on his brother’s face.
            “Why would I?” Don taunted. “I stuck my cock in your mouth and fucked it, Raph. Your tongue felt so damn good against my shaft that I’m embarrassed to admit I came pretty quickly.”
            Raph was nearly choking in disgust, the heat of his anger lending an added strength to his limbs. He lifted his foot again and this time did manage to catch the edge of Don’s shell, gravity more than physical power pushing Don away from him.
            “Whoops, looks like I’m running out of time, dear brother,” Don exclaimed. “I want to do one more thing with you before we’re done for the night, and since your legs are becoming a nuisance, I’ll have to change your position before I can finish.”
            Climbing off of the bed, Don leaned over Raph and placed his hands under Raph’s carapace. Raph’s eyes glared at him as he tried unsuccessfully to move away from Don.
            Don’s eyes darted down to Raph’s fully engorged and bobbing cock and hesitated before rolling Raph onto his side.
            “I was just going to flip you over,” Don explained in his most clinical voice, “but that wouldn’t be a great idea considering how hard your dick is right now. Besides, I need your ass up in the air for what I have planned.”
            Raph’s eyes squeezed shut as his dick rolled sideways and the tip touched the rough fabric of Casey’s sheets. He nearly moaned in relief when Don stopped and told him he wasn’t going to crush his brother’s cock, but that was quickly swallowed as the import of that final sentence came to him.
            “No,” Raph said again as he felt Don lift his uppermost leg, bending it at the knee and bringing it up to Raph’s chest.
            Holding Raph’s leg in place, Don finished rolling his brother onto his plastron. As soon as Raph was down, Don grabbed the other leg, lifting Raph’s body enough to position the second leg exactly like he had done with the first.
            With his body weight pressing down on his legs, Raph couldn’t move them, though he tried. The sheet that was holding his arms crossed over itself as Don flipped Raph’s body, holding the red banded turtle firmly in place.
            Raph felt the mattress dip down behind him, and then he felt one of Don’s hands on his tail. With the side of his face pressed into a pillow, Raph could only form indistinct words, but he still tried to protest.
            “Relax Raph,” Don said as he stroked Raph’s tail and then leaned over to suck on it.
            Raph’s hips jerked forwards as his body reacted instinctively to the sensual feeling. Don snaked a hand between his brother’s thighs and wrapped it around Raph’s incredibly solid cock, stroking it until he forced an unwanted churr from his brother.
            Feeling his own heavy cock thump against his thigh, Don took his mouth off Raph’s tail and reached for the bottle of lotion with his free hand.
            “I read somewhere that when a guy comes, the muscles in his ass start to compress in reaction,” Don said, releasing Raphael’s dick so that he could squirt a liberal amount of lotion onto his fingers.
            When he placed them against Raph’s entrance, his brother jumped and grunted.
            “It’s supposed to feel exquisite to the cock that’s fucking him at the time,” Don added before inserting one of his fingers.
            “St . . . stop!” Raph begged, drooling onto Casey’s pillow as he began to breathe heavily, tensing up against the invasion.
            Don leaned to the side so that he could see Raph’s eyes. “Don’t worry bro’, you aren’t a virgin anymore. I took care of that earlier too.”
            Raph’s heart began to thud in his chest. He wasn’t sure he’d heard Don correctly but it sounded as though Don was claiming to have already raped him at least once.
            “Ya’ d . . . didn’t,” Raph said shakily.
            “I did,” Don said a bit breathlessly, as he pulled his finger out of Raph in order to apply more lotion to it.
            Pushing two fingers inside this time, Don carefully scissored them and then pumped them in and out of Raph’s anal cavity as he loosened his brother.
            “Don, this is r . . . rape,” Raph stuttered. “Don’t do this, Don.”
            Don was already slicking up his cock, focusing hard on the ritual so that the feelings wouldn’t pull him over the edge too quickly, as they had done the first time.
            Flipping Raph’s tail up and out of the way, Don lined up with Raph’s hot, tight entry and guided his cock inside very slowly. The feeling of his brother’s ass squeezing around his painfully hard shaft made Don’s entire body quiver.
            As he pushed more of himself inside, he groped beneath Raph until his hand caught his brother’s dick. It had begun to shrivel as the pain of being forcefully entered stole all of Raph’s senses, but Don started to stroke it back to life.
            “Damn it, Don!” Raph’s cry was muffled by the pillow, but the words were clear enough. “Don’t rape me!”
            “It isn’t rape if you enjoy it too,” Don replied as he began to thrust.
            Pain ripped through Raph’s core and stole his breath. Tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, Raph bit down on the pillow and fought the sheet that kept him tied in place.
            “Relax and enjoy,” Don crooned, his voice husky with need. “I’ll take care of you.”
            Raph’s mind was barely comprehending his brother’s actions, but he had enough sense to wonder at Don’s warped logic. Surely Don was smart enough to understand that this was rape; his genius brother was much too smart not to know that what he was doing was wrong.
            “Wrong,” Raph said out loud, his mouth echoing his last thought.
            “No,” Don hissed at him, sliding almost all of the way out of Raph’s body and then plunging back in with all of his strength.
            The movement shoved Raph upwards on the bed and when he rocked back, Don plowed into him again. This time Don’s cock hit something inside Raph that made him see stars and set off fireworks in his groin.
            Raph’s moan sounded different and Don repeated his movement, much as he would do with an experiment when trying to achieve a duplicate result. It worked; the sound Raph made was definitely not one of pain and Don smiled widely as his hand sped up on Raph’s cock.
            “Come for me, Raph,” Don whispered, his eyes slowly closing as the tight, smooth walls of Raph’s ass caressed his swollen shaft.
            Don could feel something tightening up at the base of his cock, the precursor to what he knew was going to be a powerful orgasm. Concentrating on bringing Raph off first, Don aimed again for the spot inside Raph’s body that betrayed his brother to lust.
            Disgusted with himself, Raph found he was churring as Don’s hand pulled him to the very edge and then over. A hard spray of come shot from Raph’s cock as he grunted and jerked through his orgasm.
            “Oh yes, Raph! Oh, oh, gods!” Don shouted as Raph’s insides clamped down on his cock and then began to spasm along his entire length.
            Unable to hold out any longer, Don climaxed, his entire body shaking with the power of his flow.
            When the loud buzzing in his ears finally diminished, Don lowered himself to rest across Raph’s carapace. After a moment, he started to notice a sound vibrating Raph’s shell.
            Lifting his head, Don looked down at Raph’s face. His brother’s eyes were tightly closed, hot tears rolling from beneath the lids. The vibration was caused by Raph’s voice as his brother repeated the same words over and over.
            “No, no, no, no, no,” Raph said, a constant even stream whose pitch never faltered or slowed.
            Don smiled and pulled his cock from Raph’s ass. Tucking himself back in, he moved up to lie next to his brother and began to gently stroke Raph’s cheek.
            “Shhh, Raphie,” Don said in a soft, sing song voice. “Go to sleep now. This won’t even be a memory in the morning.”
            “Never for~get,” Raph murmured as he slowly relaxed. In a matter of moments he had drifted into a deep sleep.
            “Yes you will,” Don whispered, tilting up to plant a kiss on Raph’s cheek.
            Yawning deeply, Don once more set the alarm on his wrist timer. He would allow himself about an hour and a half of sleep before he went about setting the stage for when Raph and Casey woke up.
            Snuggling up close to Raph, Don enjoyed the soft feel of Raph’s breath across his skin. The smell was a bit soured by the combinations of beer, bile and semen, but it was all the more wonderful to Don because of that.
            Don was feeling pretty confident that Raph would remember nothing in the morning. As he started to drowse, Don knew he couldn’t give up his newfound pleasure. His agile mind began to plot out the next time he would be able to get Raph all to himself.
            Somewhere in his plan he made a mental note that he would have to find a way to deal with Leo. His oldest brother could easily become the fly in the ointment; his sixth sense was a powerful thing that might hinder Don’s future.
            Even the thought of drugging Leo’s tea was no guarantee; if the eldest even had the tiniest inkling something was off he wouldn’t drink it. That would start a string of questions that Donatello never, ever wanted to answer.
            Swatting those thoughts away as a minor annoyance, Don fell asleep.
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            Leo jerked awake with a start, sitting up in his bed swiftly. The movement made Mikey shift and mutter in his sleep.
            Looking down at his kid brother, Leo’s brow furrowed. He still had that oddly strange feeling that something was wrong.
            Carefully creeping out of the bed, he got his shell cell out of his belt and checked the option that showed him where Raph and Don were. Their trackers were together and the location indicated they were at Casey’s.
            His sigh of relief was interrupted by a sleepy voice.
            “Satisfied?” Mikey asked.
            Leo looked over his shoulder into Mikey’s drowsy eyes. “Yes,” he answered.
            “Good. Come back to bed before you manage to wake me all the way up,” Mike said.
            With a nod, Leo crawled back under the sheets and got comfortable. His misgivings should have lessened at knowing where his brothers were, but they still rode his consciousness like a dark demon.
            If he couldn’t shake off this mood on his own, Leo told himself, he would have to speak to his sensei. Something had left Leo’s psyche unbalanced and he needed to discover what that was sooner than later.
            He had a feeling that a lot depended on it.
TBC……………….
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