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", "writing": "\tTheir night following that first kiss might have been awkward if the pair hadn’t had to spend it in a tree.\n\n\tDon had built a spit over which they cooked the fish Nicco had caught, although he had teased Donatello about eating it raw. In an equally taunting tone, Don had offered to relieve the fish of its head and tail before placing the rest of the meat over the fire so that Nicco could have his portion uncooked.\n\n\tThe light hearted bantering continued as they ate and Don enjoyed himself immensely. Neither touched on their earlier revelation, preferring to let the excitement ease. Without the rush of adrenaline or their increased pheromone secretions clouding his mind, it was easier for Don to have a clear understanding of exactly what he was feeling.\n\n\tBy the time they had finished their repast, darkness had begun to fall. Don took the inedible remains and tossed them in the stream while Nicco doused their cook fire.\n\n\tWith the sunlight fading, the pair quickly moved about a mile from the stream and then selected a sturdy tree in which to pass the night. The water would draw nocturnal predators, including the voracious wild boar, and they wanted to be far enough away from the stream to remain unnoticed.\n\n\tBefore they ascended into the tree, Nicco took Don into his arms and once more kissed him, gently gliding his tongue around inside the younger turtle’s mouth. Before either could become overly excited, Nicco broke the kiss and urged Don to climb.\n\n\tAlthough exhausted from the day’s activities, Don couldn’t go to sleep right away. His mind lingered on the sensuous interlude he’d shared with Nicco, his mouth and body retaining the residual memory of the other turtle’s touch.\n\n\tShifting uncomfortably on his tree branch, Don chastised himself for thinking about things that would only arouse him further. Twenty feet above ground, perched precariously in a tree, was not the place to take care of an erection.\n\n\tThere was also the fact that Nicco was barely two feet from him and would soon smell Don’s arousal if he didn’t get himself under control. Don didn’t know how the older turtle would handle that knowledge, but he bet that Nicco would be vocal about it.\n\n\tHoping to move his thoughts beyond his growing physical need, Don went over everything he knew about Nicco. The dimension that Nicco grew up in was vastly different from Don’s own. It made Don wonder if that might explain why Nicco, who had so many of Raph’s qualities, wasn’t as quick to anger or to become frustrated. Some members of the society Nicco lived in might be prejudiced against mutants, but at least the mutants could live out in the open.\n\n\tThen Don speculated that perhaps the traits in Nicco that most embodied those found in Leo’s character were what kept Nicco so grounded. It was an interesting mix of personalities.\n\n\t[i]Mix[/i]. That word stuck in Don’s head and he closed his eyes, waiting for the fragment of an idea he’d had to filter back into his perfect memory.\n\n\tIt was something that Nicco had told him during their first night in this dimension. Nicco had said that the kid who’d purchased him had also bought three other hatchlings. When the boy returned to rescue them after they’d been subjected to the mutagen, he’d found only two.\n\n\tDon had been so excited about how closely Nicco’s story had coincided with his own that he hadn’t thought anymore about it. Now he began to speculate that perhaps the ooze had not only mutated the small turtles, but had also somehow [i]merged [/i]them. It would certainly explain why Niccolo seemed to be a cross between Leonardo and Raphael.\n\n\tIt would also explain how Nicco’s brother Masolino could be a genius with a wicked sense of humor and a fondness for pranks. That was the type of combination Don would expect to get if he and Michelangelo were to merge.\n\n\tAll of that made sense with what Don knew of dimensional shifts and string theory. In every alternate dimension where they’d met versions of themselves, there had always been four counterparts.\n\n\tThat made Don wonder what would have happened if Master Splinter hadn’t come along when he did to rescue them. Could he and his brothers have merged through prolonged exposure to the mutagen? Would remaining in that glowing ooze for an even longer period of time have whittled them down from four tiny turtles into a single one?\n\n\tDon shivered, both as a reaction to the dropping temperature and to his idea. To think that a simple thing like a few minutes could have had such a profound effect on his very existence was sobering.\n\n\t“You’re cold,” Nicco said, interrupting Don’s musings.\n\n\tOpening his eyes, Don crossed his arms over his plastron, tucking his hands into his armpits, and said, “I’m fine.”\n\n\t“Liar,” Nicco said in an amused tone.\n\n\tThe sound of Nicco shuffling around inside his backpack made Don turn his head so he could look back at the larger turtle. Before he could see what Nicco was doing, the turtle held up something that blocked Don’s view.\n\n\t“Here, put this over your shoulders,” Nicco told him, twisting his body around the tree trunk and gripping the branch with his knees so that he could drape the blanket over Don.\n\n\tDon tried to stop him, pushing at Nicco’s hand. “What about you? It’s your blanket, I can’t take it.”\n\n\t“You can and will,” Nicco insisted. “Stop pushing at me before you make me fall. I’ve got the backpack to keep me warm.”\n\n\tArguing further was out of the question; Don could see the stubborn set of Nicco’s jaw. He was familiar with that look because he often saw it on Raph’s face.\n\n\tPulling the blanket tightly around him, Don said, “Thanks.”\n\n\tNicco turned back around and got comfortable again. “This isn’t as nice and warm as when we shared a tent, but it’s not as tempting either.”\n\n\tBeing reminded of Nicco pressing up against his backside wasn’t doing much for Don’s attempt to stop thinking of those kinds of things.\n\n\t“You really need to work on your willpower,” Don said facetiously.\n\n\t“Some things are worth giving in to,” Nicco said so softly that Don thought he might have been talking to himself.\n\n\tThe silence stretched out but it wasn’t strained in any way. Don leaned his head back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes again, trying to ease his whirling thoughts.\n\n\tNicco had been quiet for so long that Don was sure he’d fallen asleep. His low voice sounded suddenly and took Don by surprise.\n\n\t“Mase has a lover,” Nicco said. “They’ve been together for almost a year. The guy’s a big croc; I used to tease Mase when they first started dating that Corius was gonna ask him out to dinner sometime and Mase would find out he was destined to be the main course.”\n\n\tNicco’s chuckle carried an underlying pain, a sound that Nicco would never have let Don hear if he weren’t trying to be completely honest with the younger turtle. Don was somehow not surprised to learn that what might be Leatherhead’s counterpart was involved in Nicco and Mase’s lives.\n\n\t“Is he good to your brother?” Don asked.\n\n\t“Yeah he is. Good to him and good for him. I’m happy for Mase, but I guess I’m also a little . . . jealous I suppose. It’s hard to find someone who understands the way our lives are. Mase and his science and my liking for adventure. My tendency to find trouble. I’ve never met anyone besides Mase who could handle danger and stress; someone who could think on their feet and face things head on. And I guess you’ve noticed a preference for guys runs in the family.”\n\n\tDon stared out at the night sky, finally feeling comfortable in the tree. He was warm now and that was only partly due to the blanket.\n\n\t“So the times you paid . . . ?” Don began, unsure how to phrase the question.\n\n\tNicco understood. “All men. I need for you to understand that I know what I want, little ninja. I’ve always known what kind of person would be best for me. In case you were thinking I’m just an opportunist.”\n\n\tDon was glad that Nicco couldn’t see the flush rising up on his neck. “I actually thought you just enjoyed baiting me,” Don fibbed. “To, you know, entertain yourself.”\n\n\t“I thought ninjas were supposed to be better liars,” Nicco said lightly. “Don’t change though; I like to know when to call you out on the things you say.”\n\n\t“I’ve always been better with plain facts,” Don admitted.\n\n\t“So then tell me, have you ever thought about being with a man?” Nicco asked.\n\n\tDon tugged the blanket tighter across his shoulders and thought about how to answer that.\n\n\t“Not really,” Don answered truthfully. “There was a time several years ago when we met our first human. Her name’s April and she’s probably my best friend. I had a crush on her for a little while but it just kind of faded away. She’s more like a big sister than anything. I’ve never given much thought to . . . sex or to my preferences because my options are nil. Thinking about something that isn’t going to happen isn’t logical.”\n\n\tNicco chuckled again. “Now that sounded a lot like something Mase would say. To which I’d respond ‘that’s why it’s called daydreaming’. Don’t tell me you’ve never touched yourself.”\n\n\tDon cleared his throat. “If you mean masturbation, of course I have,” he said. “Hormones happen whether the possibility of mating exists or not. Trying to ignore that kind of need is pointless and painful. It’s better to take care of the problem and just be done with it.”\n\n\t“You make it sound as though you were brushing your teeth,” Nicco said in a lightly scolding manner. “What do you think about while you’re trying to get your rocks off? Men, women, something kinky?”\n\n\t“Nothing like that.” Don knew that Nicco was curious and trying to find out more about him, but the entire subject was a bit embarrassing. “I concentrate on the mechanics and on trying to achieve the optimum pleasure from hand placement and finger movement.”\n\n\t“You might as well be playing a video game,” Nicco said with a snort. “You really are inexperienced.”\n\n\t“So now you’re going to make fun of me?” Don asked defensively.\n\n\t“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nicco said quickly. “I’m trying to determine my next step.”\n\n\tDon had been so busy seeing Raph’s personality in Nicco’s conversation that he’d forgotten that there were Leo characteristics in there as well.\n\n\tA thrill of excitement ran along Don’s spine, followed by a touch of anticipation that Don tried to keep under control. “Next step?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly tight.\n\n\t“Go to sleep, little ninja,” Nicco said in a maddeningly gratified tone.\n\n\tDon refused to give him the satisfaction of insisting on an answer. With a loud huff, he lifted the blanket over his head and burrowed into it, letting it muffle the sound of Nicco’s deep laughter.\n\n\tThey didn’t get as early a start as they had wanted to because the stream had attracted a large herd of creatures that looked like miniature antelope. They appeared to be harmless, but the pair of giant cats who were stalking them were definitely not.\n\n\tIt wasn’t until the predators had managed to take down a pair of antelopes and had carried them away that Nicco deemed it safe for him and Don to descend to the ground. They quickly jogged back to the water so that Nicco could top off the canteen.\n\n\tDon kept watch while Nicco took care of that business. Nothing moved now that the predators had chased everything away. Not far from where he stood was the spot where Nicco had wrestled him to the ground, the dirt still carrying the imprint of Don’s carapace.\n\n\tHe bit his lip as the memory of his first kiss came back to him, looping sensuously on a playback in Don’s head. Life had thrown a lot of things at him in just eighteen short years, but what he’d experienced with Nicco reached a part of him that Don didn’t even realize existed.\n\n\tNicco’s light touch on his carapace broke Don from his reverie. The larger turtle followed the direction of Don’s gaze, but rather than saying anything, his mouth curved into a small smile.\n\n\tTapping Don’s shell, Nicco started out, compass in hand as he set their direction of travel. \n\n\tIt was a long, hot morning of walking for both turtles. Though talkative and jovial when they were resting, Nicco was as silent as a trained ninja when they were moving. Knowing that there were predators somewhere in the area kept them both on high alert as they pushed their way through the vegetation.\n\n\tAt midday they paused only long enough to quench their thirst. In a low voice, Nicco said they wouldn’t eat because he didn’t want the scent of food to attract any animals, predator or not. Don wholeheartedly agreed, though his stomach was less enthusiastic.\n\n\tAs the hours passed the jungle grew less dense until the pair stepped out into the more arid landscape they’d seen from atop the mountain. The expanse of open parched looking land gave Don a sinking feeling in his stomach; water was a commodity they required in order to survive and their route didn’t look like it was going to offer much.\n\n\t“It isn’t desert,” Nicco said as though reading Don’s mind. “Mase and I found both water and food out there. You just have to know what to look for. A little ways back in the jungle is where my brother and I first landed, so I’ve been through here once already.”\n\n\t“Things change; ponds dry up,” Don said, worried that Nicco was getting too cocky.\n\n\t“Keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground, little ninja?” Nicco asked in amusement. “Look on the bright side; we won’t be seeing any of those wild boars out here. There’s nothing for them to eat.”\n\n\t“Thanks, that made me feel much better,” Don said lugubriously.\n\n\tNicco tweaked Don beneath his chin. “That’s one of the things I like about you, Don. You keep setting me up with challenges.”\n\n\tDon felt his face heat up as he watched Nicco stride off. With a quick jog he caught up to the larger turtle and said, “Donny. My family usually calls me Donny.”\n\n\tNicco grinned at him. “I like that. Almost as much as little ninja.”\n\n\tA few miles later Nicco veered off course, heading towards a patch of spindly looking grass. Dropping his pack on the ground, he dug out a collapsible shovel and began digging around the vegetation.\n\n\tWith a triumphant cry, he jerked a fat rooted plant from the ground, its reddish color closely resembling a beet. Tossing it down near Don’s feet, he returned to digging.\n\n\t“Are these edible?” Don asked, lifting the plant and shaking loose soil off of it.\n\n\t“They sure are,” Nicco answered as he unearthed another one. “Mase and I saw some little furry animals digging these up and eating them raw. We tried them that way and they’re okay, but they’re better if you cut them up and stew them a little.”\n\n\t“Like a beetroot,” Don said softly, cleaning them as Nicco dug them out of the ground.\n\n\tOnce he’d gathered a couple of pounds worth of the beets, Nicco dropped them into his backpack and the pair got back on course.\n\n\tDon lost track of how long they’d been walking when he started to notice the first stars beginning to appear in the sky. Nicco had been trudging along for the last half hour as though he had a particular destination in mind; Don’s surmise was strengthened by the way Nicco kept looking around him.\n\n\tSuddenly Nicco came to an abrupt stop and exclaimed, “Found you!”\n\n\tWhen he darted off to the left, Don followed him, winding between several tall boulders. The smell of water hit his nostrils as he stepped into a small clearing.\n\n\tOff to one side a circle of rocks showed Don where a fire pit had been built. The ground all around it was smooth sand, obviously cleared by someone.\n\n\t“Mase and I camped here,” Nicco said as he set his pack down. “There’s a tiny spring that bubbles up from the rocks and runs down the boulders in the opposite direction, so animals don’t bother to come in here.”\n\n\t“A good sized fire would deter any that might think about it,” Don noted.\n\n\t“There’s a fair amount of dry kindling on the other side of the boulders,” Nicco said. “If you don’t mind cutting those roots up, I’ll go gather some fire wood. Everything you need’s in the pack.”\n\n\t“Sure,” Don said, squatting next to the backpack.\n\n\tAs Don fished out the beets, a large pocket knife, utensils, and some collapsible camping bowls and a pot, Nicco hefted himself over the boulders and disappeared into the twilight.\n\n\tBy the time Nicco had a nice fire going Don had cleaned the beets, cut them, and filled the cooking pot with water from the spring. Setting it at the edge of the fire, Don kept his eye on their meal while Nicco set up the tent.\n\n\tIt was the sight of the fully inflated tent that brought back some of Don’s reservations. The last time he’d awakened inside that small space with Nicco, the other turtle had been pressing the beginnings of an early morning erection against Don’s backside.\n\n\tDon knew that wasn’t a purposeful attempt to force anything on the younger turtle; they had simply been too close and Nicco had been half asleep. At that time though Don hadn’t yet acknowledged his attraction to Nicco and a quick escape from the situation was his main priority.\n\n\tHe had no idea what Nicco might now expect, considering they had shared the intimacy of a kiss. Several in fact. Don was just as unsure about himself as well because his body was reacting to the other turtle in ways that Don had never anticipated.\n\n\tTry as he might, Don could not help but glance at the tent with some trepidation as they ate. The beet stew was surprisingly tasty, but Don didn’t fully appreciate his meal and his side of their conversation was desultory at best.\n\n\tFinally Nicco sighed loudly and set his empty bowl aside. “The night is nice, Donny. You don’t have to sleep in the tent if you’re uncomfortable.”\n\n\tDon’s eyes jerked back to Nicco, abashed at having been caught looking towards the tent.\n\n\t“I’m sorry,” Don responded. “I guess I’m just distracted by . . . . by . . . .” \n\n\tHe stopped talking, not sure exactly how to explain himself. After a second, Nicco stood up and walked over to Don, reaching down for his hand. Flustered but cautious, Don put his bowl down and accepted Nicco’s hand up, rising to his feet only inches from the larger turtle.\n\n\t“Donatello,” Nicco said slowly, “should I stop pursuing you? Be truthful with me, I’m not going to go crazy if you say yes.”\n\n\tDon took a deep breath, willing the fluttering in his stomach to settle. For just a moment he was poised on the edge of telling Nicco to stop not because Don actually wanted to, but because he was afraid to continue. His mind had already touched on several potential difficulties, but he’d pushed those thoughts away, disinclined to let his better judgment interfere with his emotions.\n\n\t“No,” Don finally said.\n\n\tThe word had barely left his mouth before Nicco’s lips were there to swallow anything else Don might say. When Nicco’s arms wrapped tightly around Don’s carapace, the younger turtle lifted his to circle Nicco’s neck and then pressed himself against the larger frame.\n\n\tThey remained like that for several long minutes and Don lost himself in their kiss. All external feeling escaped Don as he melded into Nicco, the sensation of floating encompassing him fully.\n\n\tWhen Nicco pulled away from him, Don found that he was slightly breathless. He wasn’t sure what to do about the tingling sensation that swept over his entire form; or about the heat that had begun to pool in his loins.\n\n\tHolding one of Don’s hands, Nicco said, “Come over here with me.”\n\n\tAt first Don thought they were going to the tent, but instead Nicco led him to a set of low boulders. Still retaining his hold on Don’s hand, Nicco sat down with his carapace braced against them.\n\n\tSpreading his legs, Nicco indicated the space in front of him and said, “Sit down with your back to me.”\n\n\tSwallowing the jitters that were starting to form, Don slowly lowered himself as instructed. When his bottom touched the ground, Nicco grasped his arms and said, “Back up a little more.”\n\n\tExhaling shakily, Don scooted back until his carapace touched Nicco’s plastron. His legs were stretched out in front of him, but he kept them together, too nervous to relax.\n\n\t“Donny,” Nicco breathed against his neck. “Close your eyes and let yourself feel. Don’t think about anything but your body; don’t fight your reactions. Allow yourself to enjoy my touch. If you like something that I’m doing let me know. You don’t even have to use words; follow your instincts.”\n\n\tVery slowly, Don let his eyelids slide shut, the feeling of Nicco’s hot breath on his throat sending a shiver over his entire body. Nicco’s lips pressed against his skin, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips as he moved up and down one side of Don’s throat.\n\n\tIn a moment Nicco’s hands began to move, at first softly kneading Don’s biceps. Then they slid down to his forearms, squeezing lightly each time they stopped. When Nicco reached Don’s hands, which were lightly folded across his stomach, Nicco eased them apart and laid each one palms down on the older turtle’s thighs.\n\n\tNicco’s hands slid back up along Don’s toned arms, coming to rest on the smaller turtle’s shoulders. He began to massage Don’s muscles, carefully easing the tension out of them until the tightness caused by nerves relaxed.\n\n\tAs Nicco’s hands worked their magic, his mouth and tongue painted a sensuous masterpiece across Don’s neck and collarbone. Everywhere Nicco touched with his teeth, lips, or tongue seemed to be a nerve ending connected directly to Don’s groin.\n\n\tBoth of Nicco’s hands smoothed down from Don’s shoulders to caress the scutes on his chest. Flattened against Don’s plastron, Nicco’s palms grazed over every square inch while his fingers dipped into the tiny imperfections that were the nicks and scars of a lifetime of fighting.\n\n\tIn a flight of fancy, Don imagined that Nicco was memorizing him with his fingers, learning the map that was uniquely Don’s own. When Nicco’s fingertips grazed Don’s center frontline, the younger turtle gasped as a sensation that was almost electric shot into his crotch.\n\n\t“Shh,” Nicco whispered against Don’s head, kissing him just below his ear slits. “Found one of your erogenous zones.”\n\n\tAll Don could do was gurgle in response as Nicco’s fingers crept lower, following the center line between scutes and sending wave after wave of thrilling jolts into Don’s lower regions. Don pressed back against Nicco, his body tensing slightly as he shifted his hips, his legs widening to accommodate the growing need between them.\n\n\tDon barely registered that Nicco had reached his belt and was untying it, pushing the loosened ends away from Don’s body. Panting lightly, Don anticipated Nicco’s touch on the softer cartilage in his lower plastron, but Nicco avoided it completely. Instead his fingers stroked past it, delving into the creases between Don’s pelvis and his thighs, rubbing that area with greater pressure than he’d used elsewhere.\n\n\tBy this time Don’s head was lolling back against Nicco’s collar bone. Nicco’s mouth searched for his and Don rolled his head to the side so that they could connect. Within seconds Don was moaning, the twin sensations of an aggressive tongue snaking around inside his mouth and strong hands dipping between his legs driving him into sensory overload.\n\n\tWhen one of Nicco’s hands slipped lower so that the tips of his fingers could slide along the bottom of Don’s tail, the younger turtle broke their kiss to yelp in surprise. He was breathing heavily now, every muscle straining to contain a steadily growing erection. As Nicco caught the end of Don’s tail between his fingers and began rolling it around, Don reacted with a full body shudder.\n\n\t“N . . . Nicco!” Don groaned, his legs widening even further until they touched the insides of Nicco’s. A churr escaped him then, Don’s excitement too great to contain the sound that gave away his arousal.\n\n\tThe older turtle pressed kiss after kiss to Don’s collar bone while he continued to manipulate Don’s tail. The slit in Don’s plastron widened; the smaller turtle’s arousal complete. Chest heaving, Don tried to hold back, some small part of him still refusing to simply enjoy the moment.\n\n\tNicco’s other hand shifted upwards and very carefully, he brushed over the opening in Don’s plastron. The touch was feather light, but it ran the length of the opening, just touching the side of Don’s penis.\n\n\tWith another louder gasp, Donny dropped down, his erection semi-hard and filling rapidly. Nicco wrapped his hand around it immediately, squeezing and releasing the shaft rhythmically until Don was fully engorged.\n\n\tThe hand on Don’s tail left it abruptly as Nicco brought it up to his mouth. Running a thick wet stripe across the palm of his hand, Nicco lowered it to Don’s cock, replacing the hand that had been holding Don.\n\n\tWith long, slow strokes, Nicco began working Don’s erection from base to tip, petting the sensitive head with his thumb before sliding back down again. Never in Don’s life had anything felt so good; it was absolutely nothing like when he masturbated. His own hands tightened on Nicco’s thighs, his fingertips digging into the oak leaf colored skin.\n\n\tWhile Nicco worked Don’s erection he alternated between lightly biting his shoulder, to kissing his neck, to nipping at his collar bone, all the while whispering encouragements spiced with explicit eroticisms. Every action, every word pulled Don higher along his path towards completion.\n\n\tHot breaths surged through Don’s mouth from overworked lungs, each inhale drying his throat until the disjointed words he muttered came out raspy. Don’s hips started to move as he pushed himself into Nicco’s hand, raw lust overtaking any residual shyness.\n\n\t“Tell me what feels good,” Nicco whispered. “Teach me.”\n\n\tThe last word trailed off until it sounded like an echo inside Don’s head. What did he want, what did his most primal being demand?\n\n\t“F . . . faster,” Don stammered, hoping he was coherent.\n\n\tNicco’s low chuckle vibrated Don’s throat, the sensation reverberating into the already tight knot that was forming at the base of his cock. Pre-cum slicked Nicco’s hand, making it easier for him to speed up, his solid grip never wavering.\n\n\t“Ahh! Ahh, ahh,” Don panted, his churrs loud between utterances of pleasure.\n\n\tNicco was churring steadily as well, his free hand flattened against Don’s plastron to hold the smaller turtle in place. His hand was a blur on Don’s cock, the thick length held tightly enough so that both of them felt Don’s shaft begin to pulsate and twist.\n\n\t“Nghh yes! Nicco, Nicco, yes!” Don shouted as an intense orgasm ripped through him.\n\n\tShaking, chest heaving from exertion, Don rode out his climax while Nicco continued to milk him. Even as his hand slowed, Nicco continued to kiss the side of Don’s neck, lapping at the skin as he licked up the sweat from the younger turtle’s exertions.\n\n\t“You taste so good, little ninja,” Nicco murmured against Don’s head. “You smell good too, especially when you’re aroused.”\n\n\tDon slowly opened his eyes as Nicco’s hand left his now tender flesh. Rolling his head on Nicco’s shoulder, he once more gazed into the amber eyes that so enthralled him.\n\n\t“What about you?” Don asked in a throaty voice.\n\n\tNicco kissed his lips before saying, “This wasn’t about me; it was about you. I have to learn what excites you, I have to make you feel good and make you feel comfortable with me. You have to let go of your inhibitions, Donny. That is what a truly fine sexual experience is all about.”\n\n\t“I don’t want to be all take and no give,” Don protested. “I want to learn about you too.”\n\n\t“You will,” Nicco promised, circling Don with his arms. “For now, let’s just sit here together and enjoy each other’s company.”\n\n\tDon wanted to argue further, but the euphoria of his release was settling in, making him numb and relaxed. Nicco was warm and comforting, the side of his head pressed against Don’s as he held the younger turtle.\n\n\tThe fire crackled nearby and without realizing it, Don dozed off.\n\nTBC…………….", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tTheir night following that first kiss might have been awkward if the pair hadn’t had to spend it in a tree.

\tDon had built a spit over which they cooked the fish Nicco had caught, although he had teased Donatello about eating it raw.  In an equally taunting tone, Don had offered to relieve the fish of its head and tail before placing the rest of the meat over the fire so that Nicco could have his portion uncooked.

\tThe light hearted bantering continued as they ate and Don enjoyed himself immensely.  Neither touched on their earlier revelation, preferring to let the excitement ease.  Without the rush of adrenaline or their increased pheromone secretions clouding his mind, it was easier for Don to have a clear understanding of exactly what he was feeling.

\tBy the time they had finished their repast, darkness had begun to fall.  Don took the inedible remains and tossed them in the stream while Nicco doused their cook fire.

\tWith the sunlight fading, the pair quickly moved about a mile from the stream and then selected a sturdy tree in which to pass the night.  The water would draw nocturnal predators, including the voracious wild boar, and they wanted to be far enough away from the stream to remain unnoticed.

\tBefore they ascended into the tree, Nicco took Don into his arms and once more kissed him, gently gliding his tongue around inside the younger turtle’s mouth.  Before either could become overly excited, Nicco broke the kiss and urged Don to climb.

\tAlthough exhausted from the day’s activities, Don couldn’t go to sleep right away.  His mind lingered on the sensuous interlude he’d shared with Nicco, his mouth and body retaining the residual memory of the other turtle’s touch.

\tShifting uncomfortably on his tree branch, Don chastised himself for thinking about things that would only arouse him further.  Twenty feet above ground, perched precariously in a tree, was not the place to take care of an erection.

\tThere was also the fact that Nicco was barely two feet from him and would soon smell Don’s arousal if he didn’t get himself under control.  Don didn’t know how the older turtle would handle that knowledge, but he bet that Nicco would be vocal about it.

\tHoping to move his thoughts beyond his growing physical need, Don went over everything he knew about Nicco.  The dimension that Nicco grew up in was vastly different from Don’s own.  It made Don wonder if that might explain why Nicco, who had so many of Raph’s qualities, wasn’t as quick to anger or to become frustrated.  Some members of the society Nicco lived in might be prejudiced against mutants, but at least the mutants could live out in the open.

\tThen Don speculated that perhaps the traits in Nicco that most embodied those found in Leo’s character were what kept Nicco so grounded.  It was an interesting mix of personalities.

\tMix.  That word stuck in Don’s head and he closed his eyes, waiting for the fragment of an idea he’d had to filter back into his perfect memory.

\tIt was something that Nicco had told him during their first night in this dimension.  Nicco had said that the kid who’d purchased him had also bought three other hatchlings.  When the boy returned to rescue them after they’d been subjected to the mutagen, he’d found only two.

\tDon had been so excited about how closely Nicco’s story had coincided with his own that he hadn’t thought anymore about it.  Now he began to speculate that perhaps the ooze had not only mutated the small turtles, but had also somehow merged them.  It would certainly explain why Niccolo seemed to be a cross between Leonardo and Raphael.

\tIt would also explain how Nicco’s brother Masolino could be a genius with a wicked sense of humor and a fondness for pranks.  That was the type of combination Don would expect to get if he and Michelangelo were to merge.

\tAll of that made sense with what Don knew of dimensional shifts and string theory.  In every alternate dimension where they’d met versions of themselves, there had always been four counterparts.

\tThat made Don wonder what would have happened if Master Splinter hadn’t come along when he did to rescue them.  Could he and his brothers have merged through prolonged exposure to the mutagen?  Would remaining in that glowing ooze for an even longer period of time have whittled them down from four tiny turtles into a single one?

\tDon shivered, both as a reaction to the dropping temperature and to his idea.  To think that a simple thing like a few minutes could have had such a profound effect on his very existence was sobering.

\t“You’re cold,” Nicco said, interrupting Don’s musings.

\tOpening his eyes, Don crossed his arms over his plastron, tucking his hands into his armpits, and said, “I’m fine.”

\t“Liar,” Nicco said in an amused tone.

\tThe sound of Nicco shuffling around inside his backpack made Don turn his head so he could look back at the larger turtle.  Before he could see what Nicco was doing, the turtle held up something that blocked Don’s view.

\t“Here, put this over your shoulders,” Nicco told him, twisting his body around the tree trunk and gripping the branch with his knees so that he could drape the blanket over Don.

\tDon tried to stop him, pushing at Nicco’s hand.  “What about you?  It’s your blanket, I can’t take it.”

\t“You can and will,” Nicco insisted.  “Stop pushing at me before you make me fall.  I’ve got the backpack to keep me warm.”

\tArguing further was out of the question; Don could see the stubborn set of Nicco’s jaw.  He was familiar with that look because he often saw it on Raph’s face.

\tPulling the blanket tightly around him, Don said, “Thanks.”

\tNicco turned back around and got comfortable again.  “This isn’t as nice and warm as when we shared a tent, but it’s not as tempting either.”

\tBeing reminded of Nicco pressing up against his backside wasn’t doing much for Don’s attempt to stop thinking of those kinds of things.

\t“You really need to work on your willpower,” Don said facetiously.

\t“Some things are worth giving in to,” Nicco said so softly that Don thought he might have been talking to himself.

\tThe silence stretched out but it wasn’t strained in any way.  Don leaned his head back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes again, trying to ease his whirling thoughts.

\tNicco had been quiet for so long that Don was sure he’d fallen asleep.  His low voice sounded suddenly and took Don by surprise.

\t“Mase has a lover,” Nicco said.  “They’ve been together for almost a year.  The guy’s a big croc; I used to tease Mase when they first started dating that Corius was gonna ask him out to dinner sometime and Mase would find out he was destined to be the main course.”

\tNicco’s chuckle carried an underlying pain, a sound that Nicco would never have let Don hear if he weren’t trying to be completely honest with the younger turtle.  Don was somehow not surprised to learn that what might be Leatherhead’s counterpart was involved in Nicco and Mase’s lives.

\t“Is he good to your brother?” Don asked.

\t“Yeah he is.  Good to him and good for him.  I’m happy for Mase, but I guess I’m also a little . . . jealous I suppose.  It’s hard to find someone who understands the way our lives are.  Mase and his science and my liking for adventure.  My tendency to find trouble.  I’ve never met anyone besides Mase who could handle danger and stress; someone who could think on their feet and face things head on.  And I guess you’ve noticed a preference for guys runs in the family.”

\tDon stared out at the night sky, finally feeling comfortable in the tree.  He was warm now and that was only partly due to the blanket.

\t“So the times you paid . . . ?” Don began, unsure how to phrase the question.

\tNicco understood.  “All men.  I need for you to understand that I know what I want, little ninja.  I’ve always known what kind of person would be best for me.  In case you were thinking I’m just an opportunist.”

\tDon was glad that Nicco couldn’t see the flush rising up on his neck.  “I actually thought you just enjoyed baiting me,” Don fibbed.  “To, you know, entertain yourself.”

\t“I thought ninjas were supposed to be better liars,” Nicco said lightly.  “Don’t change though; I like to know when to call you out on the things you say.”

\t“I’ve always been better with plain facts,” Don admitted.

\t“So then tell me, have you ever thought about being with a man?” Nicco asked.

\tDon tugged the blanket tighter across his shoulders and thought about how to answer that.

\t“Not really,” Don answered truthfully.  “There was a time several years ago when we met our first human.  Her name’s April and she’s probably my best friend.  I had a crush on her for a little while but it just kind of faded away.  She’s more like a big sister than anything.  I’ve never given much thought to . . .  sex or to my preferences because my options are nil.  Thinking about something that isn’t going to happen isn’t logical.”

\tNicco chuckled again.  “Now that sounded a lot like something Mase would say.  To which I’d respond ‘that’s why it’s called daydreaming’.  Don’t tell me you’ve never touched yourself.”

\tDon cleared his throat.  “If you mean masturbation, of course I have,” he said.  “Hormones happen whether the possibility of mating exists or not.  Trying to ignore that kind of need is pointless and painful.  It’s better to take care of the problem and just be done with it.”

\t“You make it sound as though you were brushing your teeth,” Nicco said in a lightly scolding manner.  “What do you think about while you’re trying to get your rocks off?  Men, women, something kinky?”

\t“Nothing like that.”  Don knew that Nicco was curious and trying to find out more about him, but the entire subject was a bit embarrassing.  “I concentrate on the mechanics and on trying to achieve the optimum pleasure from hand placement and finger movement.”

\t“You might as well be playing a video game,” Nicco said with a snort.  “You really are inexperienced.”

\t“So now you’re going to make fun of me?” Don asked defensively.

\t“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nicco said quickly.  “I’m trying to determine my next step.”

\tDon had been so busy seeing Raph’s personality in Nicco’s conversation that he’d forgotten that there were Leo characteristics in there as well.

\tA thrill of excitement ran along Don’s spine, followed by a touch of anticipation that Don tried to keep under control.  “Next step?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly tight.

\t“Go to sleep, little ninja,” Nicco said in a maddeningly gratified tone.

\tDon refused to give him the satisfaction of insisting on an answer.  With a loud huff, he lifted the blanket over his head and burrowed into it, letting it muffle the sound of Nicco’s deep laughter.

\tThey didn’t get as early a start as they had wanted to because the stream had attracted a large herd of creatures that looked like miniature antelope.  They appeared to be harmless, but the pair of giant cats who were stalking them were definitely not.

\tIt wasn’t until the predators had managed to take down a pair of antelopes and had carried them away that Nicco deemed it safe for him and Don to descend to the ground.  They quickly jogged back to the water so that Nicco could top off the canteen.

\tDon kept watch while Nicco took care of that business.  Nothing moved now that the predators had chased everything away.  Not far from where he stood was the spot where Nicco had wrestled him to the ground, the dirt still carrying the imprint of Don’s carapace.

\tHe bit his lip as the memory of his first kiss came back to him, looping sensuously on a playback in Don’s head.  Life had thrown a lot of things at him in just eighteen short years, but what he’d experienced with Nicco reached a part of him that Don didn’t even realize existed.

\tNicco’s light touch on his carapace broke Don from his reverie.  The larger turtle followed the direction of Don’s gaze, but rather than saying anything, his mouth curved into a small smile.

\tTapping Don’s shell, Nicco started out, compass in hand as he set their direction of travel.

\tIt was a long, hot morning of walking for both turtles.  Though talkative and jovial when they were resting, Nicco was as silent as a trained ninja when they were moving.  Knowing that there were predators somewhere in the area kept them both on high alert as they pushed their way through the vegetation.

\tAt midday they paused only long enough to quench their thirst.  In a low voice, Nicco said they wouldn’t eat because he didn’t want the scent of food to attract any animals, predator or not.  Don wholeheartedly agreed, though his stomach was less enthusiastic.

\tAs the hours passed the jungle grew less dense until the pair stepped out into the more arid landscape they’d seen from atop the mountain.  The expanse of open parched looking land gave Don a sinking feeling in his stomach; water was a commodity they required in order to survive and their route didn’t look like it was going to offer much.

\t“It isn’t desert,” Nicco said as though reading Don’s mind.  “Mase and I found both water and food out there.  You just have to know what to look for.  A little ways back in the jungle is where my brother and I first landed, so I’ve been through here once already.”

\t“Things change; ponds dry up,” Don said, worried that Nicco was getting too cocky.

\t“Keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground, little ninja?” Nicco asked in amusement.  “Look on the bright side; we won’t be seeing any of those wild boars out here.  There’s nothing for them to eat.”

\t“Thanks, that made me feel much better,” Don said lugubriously.

\tNicco tweaked Don beneath his chin.  “That’s one of the things I like about you, Don.  You keep setting me up with challenges.”

\tDon felt his face heat up as he watched Nicco stride off.  With a quick jog he caught up to the larger turtle and said, “Donny.  My family usually calls me Donny.”

\tNicco grinned at him.  “I like that.  Almost as much as little ninja.”

\tA few miles later Nicco veered off course, heading towards a patch of spindly looking grass.  Dropping his pack on the ground, he dug out a collapsible shovel and began digging around the vegetation.

\tWith a triumphant cry, he jerked a fat rooted plant from the ground, its reddish color closely resembling a beet.  Tossing it down near Don’s feet, he returned to digging.

\t“Are these edible?” Don asked, lifting the plant and shaking loose soil off of it.

\t“They sure are,” Nicco answered as he unearthed another one.  “Mase and I saw some little furry animals digging these up and eating them raw.  We tried them that way and they’re okay, but they’re better if you cut them up and stew them a little.”

\t“Like a beetroot,” Don said softly, cleaning them as Nicco dug them out of the ground.

\tOnce he’d gathered a couple of pounds worth of the beets, Nicco dropped them into his backpack and the pair got back on course.

\tDon lost track of how long they’d been walking when he started to notice the first stars beginning to appear in the sky.  Nicco had been trudging along for the last half hour as though he had a particular destination in mind; Don’s surmise was strengthened by the way Nicco kept looking around him.

\tSuddenly Nicco came to an abrupt stop and exclaimed, “Found you!”

\tWhen he darted off to the left, Don followed him, winding between several tall boulders.  The smell of water hit his nostrils as he stepped into a small clearing.

\tOff to one side a circle of rocks showed Don where a fire pit had been built.  The ground all around it was smooth sand, obviously cleared by someone.

\t“Mase and I camped here,” Nicco said as he set his pack down.  “There’s a tiny spring that bubbles up from the rocks and runs down the boulders in the opposite direction, so animals don’t bother to come in here.”

\t“A good sized fire would deter any that might think about it,” Don noted.

\t“There’s a fair amount of dry kindling on the other side of the boulders,” Nicco said.  “If you don’t mind cutting those roots up, I’ll go gather some fire wood.  Everything you need’s in the pack.”

\t“Sure,” Don said, squatting next to the backpack.

\tAs Don fished out the beets, a large pocket knife, utensils, and some collapsible camping bowls and a pot, Nicco hefted himself over the boulders and disappeared into the twilight.

\tBy the time Nicco had a nice fire going Don had cleaned the beets, cut them, and filled the cooking pot with water from the spring.  Setting it at the edge of the fire, Don kept his eye on their meal while Nicco set up the tent.

\tIt was the sight of the fully inflated tent that brought back some of Don’s reservations.  The last time he’d awakened inside that small space with Nicco, the other turtle had been pressing the beginnings of an early morning erection against Don’s backside.

\tDon knew that wasn’t a purposeful attempt to force anything on the younger turtle; they had simply been too close and Nicco had been half asleep.  At that time though Don hadn’t yet acknowledged his attraction to Nicco and a quick escape from the situation was his main priority.

\tHe had no idea what Nicco might now expect, considering they had shared the intimacy of a kiss.  Several in fact.  Don was just as unsure about himself as well because his body was reacting to the other turtle in ways that Don had never anticipated.

\tTry as he might, Don could not help but glance at the tent with some trepidation as they ate.  The beet stew was surprisingly tasty, but Don didn’t fully appreciate his meal and his side of their conversation was desultory at best.

\tFinally Nicco sighed loudly and set his empty bowl aside.  “The night is nice, Donny.  You don’t have to sleep in the tent if you’re uncomfortable.”

\tDon’s eyes jerked back to Nicco, abashed at having been caught looking towards the tent.

\t“I’m sorry,” Don responded.  “I guess I’m just distracted by . . . . by . . . .”

\tHe stopped talking, not sure exactly how to explain himself.  After a second, Nicco stood up and walked over to Don, reaching down for his hand.  Flustered but cautious, Don put his bowl down and accepted Nicco’s hand up, rising to his feet only inches from the larger turtle.

\t“Donatello,” Nicco said slowly, “should I stop pursuing you?  Be truthful with me, I’m not going to go crazy if you say yes.”

\tDon took a deep breath, willing the fluttering in his stomach to settle.  For just a moment he was poised on the edge of telling Nicco to stop not because Don actually wanted to, but because he was afraid to continue.  His mind had already touched on several potential difficulties, but he’d pushed those thoughts away, disinclined to let his better judgment interfere with his emotions.

\t“No,” Don finally said.

\tThe word had barely left his mouth before Nicco’s lips were there to swallow anything else Don might say.  When Nicco’s arms wrapped tightly around Don’s carapace, the younger turtle lifted his to circle Nicco’s neck and then pressed himself against the larger frame.

\tThey remained like that for several long minutes and Don lost himself in their kiss.  All external feeling escaped Don as he melded into Nicco, the sensation of floating encompassing him fully.

\tWhen Nicco pulled away from him, Don found that he was slightly breathless.  He wasn’t sure what to do about the tingling sensation that swept over his entire form; or about the heat that had begun to pool in his loins.

\tHolding one of Don’s hands, Nicco said, “Come over here with me.”

\tAt first Don thought they were going to the tent, but instead Nicco led him to a set of low boulders.  Still retaining his hold on Don’s hand, Nicco sat down with his carapace braced against them.

\tSpreading his legs, Nicco indicated the space in front of him and said, “Sit down with your back to me.”

\tSwallowing the jitters that were starting to form, Don slowly lowered himself as instructed.  When his bottom touched the ground, Nicco grasped his arms and said, “Back up a little more.”

\tExhaling shakily, Don scooted back until his carapace touched Nicco’s plastron.  His legs were stretched out in front of him, but he kept them together, too nervous to relax.

\t“Donny,” Nicco breathed against his neck.  “Close your eyes and let yourself feel.  Don’t think about anything but your body; don’t fight your reactions.  Allow yourself to enjoy my touch.  If you like something that I’m doing let me know.  You don’t even have to use words; follow your instincts.”

\tVery slowly, Don let his eyelids slide shut, the feeling of Nicco’s hot breath on his throat sending a shiver over his entire body.  Nicco’s lips pressed against his skin, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips as he moved up and down one side of Don’s throat.

\tIn a moment Nicco’s hands began to move, at first softly kneading Don’s biceps.  Then they slid down to his forearms, squeezing lightly each time they stopped.  When Nicco reached Don’s hands, which were lightly folded across his stomach, Nicco eased them apart and laid each one palms down on the older turtle’s thighs.

\tNicco’s hands slid back up along Don’s toned arms, coming to rest on the smaller turtle’s shoulders.  He began to massage Don’s muscles, carefully easing the tension out of them until the tightness caused by nerves relaxed.

\tAs Nicco’s hands worked their magic, his mouth and tongue painted a sensuous masterpiece across Don’s neck and collarbone.  Everywhere Nicco touched with his teeth, lips, or tongue seemed to be a nerve ending connected directly to Don’s groin.

\tBoth of Nicco’s hands smoothed down from Don’s shoulders to caress the scutes on his chest.  Flattened against Don’s plastron, Nicco’s palms grazed over every square inch while his fingers dipped into the tiny imperfections that were the nicks and scars of a lifetime of fighting.

\tIn a flight of fancy, Don imagined that Nicco was memorizing him with his fingers, learning the map that was uniquely Don’s own.  When Nicco’s fingertips grazed Don’s center frontline, the younger turtle gasped as a sensation that was almost electric shot into his crotch.

\t“Shh,” Nicco whispered against Don’s head, kissing him just below his ear slits.  “Found one of your erogenous zones.”

\tAll Don could do was gurgle in response as Nicco’s fingers crept lower, following the center line between scutes and sending wave after wave of thrilling jolts into Don’s lower regions.  Don pressed back against Nicco, his body tensing slightly as he shifted his hips, his legs widening to accommodate the growing need between them.

\tDon barely registered that Nicco had reached his belt and was untying it, pushing the loosened ends away from Don’s body.  Panting lightly, Don anticipated Nicco’s touch on the softer cartilage in his lower plastron, but Nicco avoided it completely.  Instead his fingers stroked past it, delving into the creases between Don’s pelvis and his thighs, rubbing that area with greater pressure than he’d used elsewhere.

\tBy this time Don’s head was lolling back against Nicco’s collar bone.  Nicco’s mouth searched for his and Don rolled his head to the side so that they could connect.  Within seconds Don was moaning, the twin sensations of an aggressive tongue snaking around inside his mouth and strong hands dipping between his legs driving him into sensory overload.

\tWhen one of Nicco’s hands slipped lower so that the tips of his fingers could slide along the bottom of Don’s tail, the younger turtle broke their kiss to yelp in surprise.  He was breathing heavily now, every muscle straining to contain a steadily growing erection.  As Nicco caught the end of Don’s tail between his fingers and began rolling it around, Don reacted with a full body shudder.

\t“N . . . Nicco!” Don groaned, his legs widening even further until they touched the insides of Nicco’s.  A churr escaped him then, Don’s excitement too great to contain the sound that gave away his arousal.

\tThe older turtle pressed kiss after kiss to Don’s collar bone while he continued to manipulate Don’s tail.  The slit in Don’s plastron widened; the smaller turtle’s arousal complete.  Chest heaving, Don tried to hold back, some small part of him still refusing to simply enjoy the moment.

\tNicco’s other hand shifted upwards and very carefully, he brushed over the opening in Don’s plastron.  The touch was feather light, but it ran the length of the opening, just touching the side of Don’s penis.

\tWith another louder gasp, Donny dropped down, his erection semi-hard and filling rapidly.  Nicco wrapped his hand around it immediately, squeezing and releasing the shaft rhythmically until Don was fully engorged.

\tThe hand on Don’s tail left it abruptly as Nicco brought it up to his mouth.  Running a thick wet stripe across the palm of his hand, Nicco lowered it to Don’s cock, replacing the hand that had been holding Don.

\tWith long, slow strokes, Nicco began working Don’s erection from base to tip, petting the sensitive head with his thumb before sliding back down again.  Never in Don’s life had anything felt so good; it was absolutely nothing like when he masturbated.  His own hands tightened on Nicco’s thighs, his fingertips digging into the oak leaf colored skin.

\tWhile Nicco worked Don’s erection he alternated between lightly biting his shoulder, to kissing his neck, to nipping at his collar bone, all the while whispering encouragements spiced with explicit eroticisms.  Every action, every word pulled Don higher along his path towards completion.

\tHot breaths surged through Don’s mouth from overworked lungs, each inhale drying his throat until the disjointed words he muttered came out raspy.  Don’s hips started to move as he pushed himself into Nicco’s hand, raw lust overtaking any residual shyness.

\t“Tell me what feels good,” Nicco whispered.  “Teach me.”

\tThe last word trailed off until it sounded like an echo inside Don’s head.  What did he want, what did his most primal being demand?

\t“F . . . faster,” Don stammered, hoping he was coherent.

\tNicco’s low chuckle vibrated Don’s throat, the sensation reverberating into the already tight knot that was forming at the base of his cock.  Pre-cum slicked Nicco’s hand, making it easier for him to speed up, his solid grip never wavering.

\t“Ahh!  Ahh, ahh,” Don panted, his churrs loud between utterances of pleasure.

\tNicco was churring steadily as well, his free hand flattened against Don’s plastron to hold the smaller turtle in place.  His hand was a blur on Don’s cock, the thick length held tightly enough so that both of them felt Don’s shaft begin to pulsate and twist.

\t“Nghh yes!  Nicco, Nicco, yes!” Don shouted as an intense orgasm ripped through him.

\tShaking, chest heaving from exertion, Don rode out his climax while Nicco continued to milk him.  Even as his hand slowed, Nicco continued to kiss the side of Don’s neck, lapping at the skin as he licked up the sweat from the younger turtle’s exertions.

\t“You taste so good, little ninja,” Nicco murmured against Don’s head.  “You smell good too, especially when you’re aroused.”

\tDon slowly opened his eyes as Nicco’s hand left his now tender flesh.  Rolling his head on Nicco’s shoulder, he once more gazed into the amber eyes that so enthralled him.

\t“What about you?” Don asked in a throaty voice.

\tNicco kissed his lips before saying, “This wasn’t about me; it was about you.  I have to learn what excites you, I have to make you feel good and make you feel comfortable with me.  You have to let go of your inhibitions, Donny.  That is what a truly fine sexual experience is all about.”

\t“I don’t want to be all take and no give,” Don protested.  “I want to learn about you too.”

\t“You will,” Nicco promised, circling Don with his arms.  “For now, let’s just sit here together and enjoy each other’s company.”

\tDon wanted to argue further, but the euphoria of his release was settling in, making him numb and relaxed.  Nicco was warm and comforting, the side of his head pressed against Don’s as he held the younger turtle.

\tThe fire crackled nearby and without realizing it, Don dozed off.

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