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", "writing": "\t“N . . . Nicco! Stop. Someone could walk in here at any moment,” Don stammered, turning his head one way and then another to shake Nicco’s mouth from his own.\n\n\t“Let them,” Nicco husked. “Master Splinter is in bed for the night, Leo’s meditating, and Mikey’s playing some kind of game against someone on the internet. He cheats by the way.”\n\n\t“I could have told you that,” Don murmured, his eyes nearly closed as Nicco gave up on capturing his mouth and moved to his throat. Summoning up a few working brain cells, he said, “Raph’s still out.”\n\n\tNicco glanced at the spot in the garage where the red banded turtle parked his motorcycle and noted that it was gone. With a shrug, he ran his hands suggestively over Don’s hips and pressed against him once more, enjoying the rasping sound as their plastrons ground together.\n\n\t“We’ll hear the door start to open when he comes back,” Nicco said, unconcerned. “That will be more than enough time for us to go back to pretending we’re working on the van.”\n\n\t“And suppose he smells you all over me?” Don asked saucily.\n\n\t“With the scent of oil and gasoline in here? He’d have to be this . . . .” Nicco paused to push his body between Don’s parted legs before continuing, “. . . close to you to smell me. Why do you think the garage is one of the places where your father allows us to be alone?”\n\n\t“Raph will know we’re doing more than working on the van,” Don insisted, yelping as Nicco nipped at his collar bone.\n\n\t“He’s not twelve,” Nicco said. “He’ll have to suck it up sometime.”\n\n\tDon leaned away from him, eyes narrowed. “Have you decided on a strategy for dealing with Raph?” he asked suspiciously.\n\n\tIt had been three days since Mikey and Nicco had declared a truce but no ground had been gained on the Raphael front. The hot head had continued to be belligerent and sullen, more so now that both Leo and Mikey were accepting of Nicco.\n\n\tNicco pressed a kiss to the skin above Don’s plastron before saying, “Could be.” Not giving Don time to respond, Nicco kissed the center front line between his upper scutes and asked, “How about we test your powers of concentration? You work on that carburetor while I go down on you. Let’s see at what point you drop your tools.”\n\n\tDon gasped as Nicco’s fingers stroked a particularly sensitive spot on his anatomy. “A double entendre? Really?”\n\n\tNicco chuckled lowly, sending a shiver down Don’s spine. Don was already feeling painfully trapped under his shell despite his concern over Raph’s imminent arrival. Such was the effect that Nicco invariably had on him.\n\n\tIt was becoming very apparent that Nicco wasn’t teasing him and just as clear to Don that he was about to lose his own self-control and simply let Nicco have his way. Backed against the heavy wooden work table in the garage, Don was currently in no position to escape Nicco’s clutches, nor was he in any state of mind to do so. Don was still capable of offering an obligatory protest though.\n\n\t“I swear if you get me worked up I’m going to return the favor,” Don warned. “Pants or no pants, try to hide that from everyone’s view.”\n\n\t“Maybe I should kick my pants off to the side and go au natural,” Nicco replied without missing a beat.\n\n\t“You’re already half naked,” Don scolded. “I thought your strategy was to appear more human by wearing clothes all of the time. If Raph sees you he’s not going to react . . . .” He stopped and eyed Nicco, who pretended to ignore Don as he continued to kiss his way down the smaller turtle’s plastron. “You purposely came up here half-dressed because you knew Raph would reappear at any moment. You’re [i]trying [/i]to provoke him.”\n\n\t“Why would I do that?” Nicco asked with false innocence, dropping to one knee between Donatello’s outstretched legs.\n\n\t“I already told you he has a temper,” Don chided.\n\n\t“In war it is always best to keep your enemies off balance,” Nicco stated complacently.\n\n\t“It’s bad enough Leo quotes stuff like that without you doing it too,” Don scolded, his last word dissolving into a churr despite himself.\n\n\tNicco looked up, his amber eyes sparking. “Make no mistake, Donatello. I am engaged in a battle with your brother Raphael and the prize is no less than you. I know quite well how things will play out if I can’t get him comfortable with the notion of our being together. I want to be able to sleep with you again; I want to share a bed with you every night for the rest of my life. Raphael is standing directly in my path to that goal. Don’t be surprised at what I do in order to remove that last obstacle.”\n\n\t“Short of hurting my brother,” Don said with equal seriousness.\n\n\t“Hurting him would be hurting you,” Nicco said, shaking his head. “I won’t do that.”\n\n\tThere was so much intensity in Nicco’s expression that it left Don breathless. “Nicco,” he managed to murmur, reaching for the turtle.\n\n\tNicco surged upwards, wrapping his arms tightly around Don’s carapace as Don slung his over Nicco’s broad shoulders. Their mouths connected in a frenzy of desire; sharp breaths inhaled and exhaled through nostrils as their tongues twisted together.\n\n\tThe sound of the garage door rolling upwards barely penetrated Don’s fogged mind, but the roar of Raph’s motorcycle engine did get through. With a gasp, Don pushed against Nicco, dislodging the larger turtle. Spinning around, Don grabbed the carburetor cleaner, sliding the carburetor towards him with his other hand.\n\n\tWhen Raph pulled into the garage, Don was actively engaged in applying a liberal coating of cleaner to the engine part. The smell was more than strong enough to cover any other lingering odors, but Nicco’s proximity to Don was closer than the genius deemed prudent.\n\n\tGlancing at Nicco, Don discovered that his lover was not only wearing a smug look on his face, he was also staring boldly at Raph. After Raph cut his motorcycle off and removed his helmet, he turned to glance at the pair by the work table. Seeing that Nicco was looking at him, Raph snarled.\n\n\t“Did you have a good ride, Raphael?” Nicco asked in an even tone.\n\n\tDespite the lack of nuance in his voice, Don could swear he heard an underlying challenge. Holding the can of cleaner tighter, Don continued to douse the carburetor with it, wondering if spraying it between the two alpha turtles would stop a fight.\n\n\t“Is everyone else asleep, Donny?” Raph addressed his question directly to his brother, ignoring Nicco.\n\n\tDon glanced up. “I think Mikey’s still online with some of his gaming buddies,” he said. “Are you headed down to bed?”\n\n\tThere was more of a hopeful ring to the question than Don had meant for it to sound. He only wanted Raph to leave to avoid a further clash of wills between him and Nicco.\n\n\tThe way Raph’s eyes narrowed told Don that his brother had taken it to mean something else. “It’s late Donatello,” Raph said in a tight voice. “We can ride down in the elevator together. Let your pal here clean up the mess, he ain’t got anything else ta do.”\n\n\t“You know I hate to leave things half finished,” Don said. “I won’t be much longer.”\n\n\tRaph glanced at Nicco then back to Don. “What I know is that you’ll lose track of time and be up for the rest of the night. Drop that shit and go ta bed now.”\n\n\t“Donatello is quite capable of deciding when it is time to stop,” Nicco said, continuing to stare provocatively at Raph.\n\n\tDon heard Raph’s low growl, the sound he made when he was becoming very aggravated. It didn’t take genius to see that Raph was slowly reaching the boiling point where his father’s admonitions regarding the proper treatment of guests was going to get shoved aside in favor of something far less civilized.\n\n\tIt probably didn’t help Raph’s level of frustration to know he no longer had a sympathetic ear to turn to in order to vent his hostility. Leonardo and Niccolo had found common ground upon which to base a friendship and the turtle leader now appeared to relish their interactions.\n\n\tMichelangelo, his vanity stroked, had begun to dismiss Raph’s rancor towards Nicco. Since Raph didn’t want to hear his kid brother singing Nicco’s praises, Raph had distanced himself from Mikey as well as Leo.\n\n\tAfraid that Nicco’s plan, whatever it was, hadn’t taken into account just how violent Raph could be, Don intervened.\n\n\t“I’ll finish what I’m doing and be down directly,” Don promised. “I’ve been getting plenty of sleep, Raph. Ask Mikey if you don’t believe me; I haven’t pulled any all-nighters since I started sharing his room.”\n\n\tRaph was only half listening to Don’s assurances, his eyes having drifted over to Nicco. The pair was now engaged in a staring contest and though Nicco didn’t say anything else to push Raph’s buttons, it was easy to see that it wouldn’t be long before the hot head decided to escalate to a more violent interaction.\n\n\tThat was not at all something that Don wanted to deal with. “Should I call Leo to bring Master Splinter up here?” he asked his brother.\n\n\tRaph’s head jerked around so he could once more focus on Don. “Hell no,” he snapped. “Stay up all night for all I care. I don’t give a damn.”\n\n\tKicking a wrench aside, Raph stomped belligerently towards the elevator, refusing to look at either Nicco or Don again. Once he was gone, Don set the spray can down and turned to stare at his lover.\n\n\t“What?” Nicco asked with mock innocence.\n\n\t“How far were you going to push that?” Don asked in return.\n\n\t“How far do you think I [i]need [/i]to push that?” Nicco countered.\n\n\t“If your aim is to wind up in a knock-down, drag out fight with Raph then you’re well on your way to accomplishing it,” Don told him.\n\n\t“Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system,” Nicco said, once more encroaching on Don’s personal space.\n\n\tPushed back against the table again, Don tried to ignore the lustful look in Nicco’s eyes. “I’m not sure I’m going to like this plan of yours.”\n\n\t“Then don’t think about it anymore,” Nicco suggested, burying his face in Don’s neck and inhaling deeply.\n\n\tThe rush of heated air as Nicco exhaled made Don’s legs quiver. Nicco used his knees to shove his way between Don’s thighs, biting down on the smaller turtle’s shoulder as he did so. A second later, Nicco wriggled out of his pants and nudged them aside with his foot.\n\n\t“Nicco,” Don moaned, his arousal blossoming fully now that the concern about being interrupted had vanished. “We can’t.”\n\n\t“You told your brother you had to finish what you were doing,” Nicco said. “Weren’t you just about to do me before he crashed our party?”\n\n\t“I was not,” Don protested weakly, knowing he’d lost the argument when Nicco’s questing fingers found his entrance.\n\n\tA slight push and the tip of Nicco’s digit slipped into Don. He wiggled it around, tickling Don’s hole until it started to flex in reaction, and Nicco used his thumb to stroke Don’s tail. The dual stimulation was too much for the genius’ self-control and he dropped down, his dick already half hard.\n\n\t“How sturdy is this table?” Nicco asked, his tongue painting wet stripes across Don’s neck.\n\n\t“You can’t m . . . mean to . . . .” Don swallowed, panting as he felt Nicco’s erection slide against his own. “Someone might come in.”\n\n\t“Let them.” Nicco’s voice was muffled by Don’s skin against his mouth. “I need you now. I haven’t had you in days and just the sight of you has had me stiff under my shell.”\n\n\tAs if to illustrate his determination, Nicco pulled his finger free and cupped Don’s ass, lifting the genius onto the table. With an expert yank, he had Don tilted back on his carapace, his legs splayed open and entrance at an advantageous angle.\n\n\tPlacing a clean finger against Don’s lips, Nicco said, “Suck. Get it nice and wet please.”\n\n\t“Mi . . . Mikey’s still awake,” Don stuttered. It was all he got out as Nicco’s finger slid into his mouth.\n\n\tNicco took hold of Don’s penis in his free hand and stroked it, petting the head before repeating the maneuver. Don churred and lifted his legs, crossing his ankles behind Nicco’s shell.\n\n\t“Let me relieve you of some of your anxiety,” Nicco husked in a low voice. “I wouldn’t worry overly much about Michelangelo’s sensibilities; not all of those books in his room are actually comics. There are quite a few fairly racy manga magazines in his collection.”\n\n\tDon’s mouth fell open. “What?” he asked, the word garbled as Nicco used his finger to caress Don’s tongue.\n\n\tNicco merely grinned. Don reached up to catch hold of Nicco’s wrist, snatching the big turtle’s hand away from his mouth.\n\n\t“He does not have those you big jerk,” Don insisted.\n\n\tA second later he hissed as Nicco’s wet finger penetrated him. “Tell me how much you love me,” Nicco said, slowing pushing his finger all of the way into Don.\n\n\t“You . . . you’re obnoxious,” Don panted, squirming as he tried to pull Nicco closer.\n\n\t“Am I better at it than anyone you’ve ever known?” Nicco asked, nipping at Don’s chin.\n\n\t“Yes!” Don exclaimed as Nicco’s moving finger touched his prostate.\n\n\t“Tell me how much you love me,” Nicco repeated, taking his finger out of Don’s body and spreading precum over his own swollen cock.\n\n\t“I d . . . don’t like you one b . . . bit,” Don stammered. “You’re a big, manipulative jer~AHH!”\n\n\tNicco slowly pushed into him, a self-satisfied expression on his face and his eyes glowing. Don grabbed for Nicco’s arms, wrapping his fingers around his lover’s biceps and squeezing as Nicco embedded himself fully inside Don’s warm body.\n\n\tWith one large hand bracing the lower part of Don’s carapace, just where it touched the table, Nicco grasped Don’s erection in the other hand. Giving it a few deliberately slow, sensuous strokes, Nicco began to thrust.\n\n\tDon knew right away he wasn’t going to last long, not after being teased for the last hour. Nicco’s rhythm was fast and hard, and would have lifted Don from the table but for the hand holding him in place.\n\n\tThe one on Don’s erection had settled into a fast pace as well and Don found himself clenching around Nicco’s cock as he tried to push into his lover’s palm. Don’s churrs were suddenly swallowed as Nicco leaned forward to kiss him, releasing his mouth just as abruptly.\n\n\t“Tell me,” Nicco commanded in a deeply guttural voice.\n\n\t“Nicco . . . I . . . I love . . . you!” Don shouted as he came, pushed into a powerful orgasm by his overloaded senses and Nicco’s voice.\n\n\t“Yes, Donny. Yes!” Nicco called as he embedded himself deeply one last time and climaxed.\n\n\tLifting his hand to the center of Don’s carapace, Nicco held him as they leaned against each other, both breathing hard. Don slowly lowered his legs, his muscles twitching because of how hard he had squeezed against Nicco’s carapace.\n\n\tNicco’s lips slid along Don’s neck, across his chin, and then up to his mouth. Their shared kiss was deeply meaningful and filled with the love they shared for each other.\n\n\tDon was still lightly panting when Nicco’s mouth left his. Inhaling, Don held his breath for a second and then slowly released it, slowing his heart rate.\n\n\t“There’s a clean rag on the end of the table,” Don murmured, too worn out to speak any louder.\n\n\tNicco reached over and snagged it without breaking contact with Don’s body. After wiping his hands, he gently cleaned Don’s carapace and as Don tucked himself away, Nicco slid out of him.\n\n\tAnother swift wipe down took care of most of the tell-tale signs of their coupling. The rest would be dealt with in a quick shower.\n\n\t“Time for bed,” Nicco said, helping a still shaky Don off of the table. “Despite what he said, I guarantee that Raphael is listening for the sound of you turning in for the night.”\n\n\t“You read him pretty well, don’t you?” Don asked as they started towards the elevator.\n\n\t“Yes,” Nicco admitted, stepping into the elevator. He squeezed Don’s hand reassuringly. “You forget, there’s a part of me that understands him on a level that you can’t comprehend. Leave the worrying to me, Donny. I’m going to reach Raph. Believe it.”\n\n\t“I do,” Don assured him. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, you may have an interesting way of achieving your goals, but you always do manage to achieve them.”\n\n\t“This one’s important to me,” Nicco said, pulling Don close. “I’m fighting for the love of my life.”\n\n\t“Well then, let the games begin,” Don responded, sharing a kiss with his lover before the elevator deposited them in the lair.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~\n\n\tDonatello had no idea why the next morning he awoke to a distinct feeling of trepidation. He guessed that it had something to do with Niccolo’s planned way of dealing with Raphael. Though Don trusted Nicco implicitly that didn’t mean he was going to like whatever happened.\n\n\tOn his way to the kitchen to get himself a much needed cup of coffee, Don heard sounds coming from the dojo. Figuring it was Leo and Nicco getting a head start on their training, he sauntered into the kitchen and then nearly tripped on his own feet when he saw Leo and Mikey seated at the table.\n\n\tSince he wasn’t sure if either of his brothers were privy to Nicco’s plan, Don had to hide his shock so they wouldn’t see it. After a moment of hesitation, he crossed to the coffee pot just as he normally did, pouring out some of the fragrant brew and taking his first sip before addressing his brothers.\n\n\tIn a voice he hoped sounded unconcerned, Don asked, “Is Master Splinter in the dojo already?”\n\n\tMikey was in the process of taking a healthy bite out of a slice of cold pizza, so Leo answered, “No, he’s watching the morning newscast. It’s probably Raph. He got up early, mumbled something about how he couldn’t sleep, and went in there to most likely beat the stuffing out of his punching bag. Just in case you thought about going in there I wouldn’t. He’s in a foul mood.”\n\n\t“Nicco and I were in the garage working on the van’s carburetor when Raph came home last night,” Don said, hoping to draw information from his brothers. “He got mad at me for not going down in the elevator with him.”\n\n\t“Didn’t want you to be alone with Nicco,” Mikey said with a grin. “Duh.”\n\n\t“I guessed that much myself,” Don told him, drinking some more coffee. “Someday he’s going to meet someone he likes and I’m sorely tempted to treat them the way Raph’s treating Nicco.”\n\n\t“You won’t,” Leo said, turning in his chair to look at Don. “You understood why we reacted with such hostility even before we did. I’m not all that concerned about Raphael. He’ll find his own way to deal with this change.”\n\n\tIt was the first time that Leo had actively addressed the subject with Don and the genius stared at his brother. “You guys don’t have a problem with Nicco and I being together?”\n\n\t“You’re happy, bro’,” Mikey said. “That’s all we want. If Nicco does something to make you not happy we’ll pound some sense into him, but otherwise we’re cool. Besides, that ‘I just got some’ look on your face is funny.”\n\n\tDon felt himself growing red. “How would you know what that looks like?” he demanded.\n\n\tMikey chuckled. “Dude, your face is so changing color. I wonder if I can make Nicco blush too.”\n\n\t“Shut up, Mikey,” Don said, though he couldn’t help the small smile that curved his lips.\n\n\tAs Don strolled out of the kitchen, he heard not only Mikey’s laughter, but the lighthearted sound of Leo’s as well. Everything would be perfect and back to normal except for one lone holdout.\n\n\tDon sobered quickly. Nicco was nowhere to be seen but the door to Don’s bedroom stood open. There were still sounds coming from the dojo; sounds that indicated there was more than one occupant inside.\n\n\tAfter a moment’s hesitation, Don turned in that direction. The noises he was hearing didn’t sound like two turtles engaged in a brawl but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He decided he’d just peek in the door to find out what was going on.\n\n\tOn his way to the dojo, Don passed the television array and his father, who was enjoying a pot of tea while he viewed the day’s news.\n\n\t“Avoid being seen, Donatello,” Master Splinter admonished him, without looking up. “Your brother is quite aware of my proximity.”\n\n\t“Yes, sensei,” Don said quietly.\n\n\tThe reason why a bloody altercation hadn’t broken out was now clear; Raph knew his father was monitoring him. Why Raph didn’t merely storm out of the dojo and refuse to remain in the same room with Nicco was still a mystery.\n\n\tWith the greatest of care, Don eased up next to the dojo entrance and peered inside.\n\n\tThe first thing Don noticed was that the free weights that were usually seated on the rack stand were scattered across the dojo floor. Then he saw Nicco and Raph on opposite ends of the dojo, both sweating profusely.\n\n\tNicco wore none of his human garb and in his belt were his hachiwari. He and Raph were both in a prone position on the floor, executing full push-ups.\n\n\tThough there was physical space between them, the pair was staring at each other, the challenge in their eyes obvious even at a distance. Equally as obvious to Donatello was the fact that they had been lifting weights before moving on to push-ups and the genius could only imagine how that scenario had played out.\n\n\tAs he watched them, Don had been subconsciously counting. He had no idea how long they’d been at it, but by his count they were already up to fifty push-ups and neither seemed inclined to stop.\n\n\tStepping back, Don shook his head and then finished the coffee in the cup he was carrying around. It appeared to him that Nicco’s plan centered on the age old macho one-upmanship routine. As exciting as it was for him to see his lover’s bulging muscles, Don had no intention of watching whatever was next in Nicco and Raph’s face off.\n\n\tDon had been home for over a week and during that time he had kept the puzzle box safely locked away. Not only that, but he hadn’t worked at all on the creation of a special room where he could house the artifact and it was imperative that he accomplish that task.\n\n\tThere was a space between Don’s lab and the infirmary where the genius stored a lot of the excess parts he acquired during his junk runs. It was big enough to turn into a portal room and after replenishing his coffee, Don set about transferring the junk from that space into a corner of the garage.\n\n\tAfter his first run up to the garage with a load, Mikey joined Don in clearing out the space. When Mikey asked what he was doing, Don explained how they’d figured out a way to open a corridor between their world and Nicco’s. Don was half afraid that the idea would worry Mikey, but his brother seemed fascinated by the concept rather than concerned about it.\n\n\tLater in the day when Mike left to prepare dinner, Leo and Nicco came over to help Don in constructing the walls for the new room. Don expected that Raph would continue to give them the cold shoulder and go off by himself, but was surprised when the hot head grabbed a hammer and began framing in one of the walls.\n\n\tWhen Don looked up to see if Nicco had noticed that Raph had joined them, he saw that his lover was also wielding a hammer, hard at work framing in the opposite wall. Soon the sound of dueling hammers echoed around the lair and Don wondered what else Nicco and Raph could possibly find to compete over.\n\n\tDon might have blown the entire thing off if not for the fact that he had the sinking feeling their little competition was building to a violent crescendo. Raph’s hostility hadn’t abated one iota and from the way his eyes flashed it was clear that he no longer planned to stomp off in order to avoid Nicco.\n\n\tThey stopped work on the room for the day when Mikey called them to dinner. As soon as the meal ended, Master Splinter excused himself to go meditate. Don hoped that now he and Nicco could spend some quality time together, even if that only meant sitting near each other on the couch to watch television.\n\n\tNicco had other ideas. He told Don, in plain hearing of his brothers, that he wanted to get in a little workout and was going to the dojo. Disappointed but unwilling to pass up any opportunity to be with Nicco, Don tagged along.\n\n\tMuch to Don’s dismay, Nicco walked straight over to the punching bag, [i]Raphael’s [/i]punching bag, and began vigorously hitting it.\n\n\tThe sound was unmistakable and always carried well into the lair. Though the others used the punching bag too, it was a given that it belonged to Raph and he was as protective of it as he was of his motorcycle.\n\n\t“Nicco,” Don said, trying to get his lover’s attention. “Nicco. That’s Raph’s bag.”\n\n\t“So?” Nicco asked without missing a beat.\n\n\t“So he’s going to hear you and get mad,” Don said, a note of frustration in his voice.\n\n\t“I hope he does,” Nicco replied.\n\n\tDonatello was at a loss. When he had told Nicco that he was well on his way to a physical fight with Raph, he had hoped that wasn’t the large turtle’s actual plan. It looked as though it was.\n\n\tEspecially when Raph came storming into the dojo, his eyes on fire and his fists already clenched tight.\n\n\tDon’s first instinct was to intercept his brother but Nicco’s next words caught him before he could move. “Get back out of the way, Donny.”\n\n\tRaph was striding towards Nicco and as Don hastily moved to stand against the wall, he swore he could see smoke curling up from the red banded turtle’s head. With no Master Splinter around to stop him, Raph had apparently popped his cork.\n\n\tIf Nicco wanted Don out of the way, then he was not going to interfere. Don just hoped like shell that Nicco understood what he was in for.\n\nTBC………..", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t“N . . . Nicco!  Stop.  Someone could walk in here at any moment,” Don stammered, turning his head one way and then another to shake Nicco’s mouth from his own.

\t“Let them,” Nicco husked.  “Master Splinter is in bed for the night, Leo’s meditating, and Mikey’s playing some kind of game against someone on the internet.  He cheats by the way.”

\t“I could have told you that,” Don murmured, his eyes nearly closed as Nicco gave up on capturing his mouth and moved to his throat.  Summoning up a few working brain cells, he said, “Raph’s still out.”

\tNicco glanced at the spot in the garage where the red banded turtle parked his motorcycle and noted that it was gone.  With a shrug, he ran his hands suggestively over Don’s hips and pressed against him once more, enjoying the rasping sound as their plastrons ground together.

\t“We’ll hear the door start to open when he comes back,” Nicco said, unconcerned.  “That will be more than enough time for us to go back to pretending we’re working on the van.”

\t“And suppose he smells you all over me?” Don asked saucily.

\t“With the scent of oil and gasoline in here?  He’d have to be this . . . .”  Nicco paused to push his body between Don’s parted legs before continuing, “. . . close to you to smell me.  Why do you think the garage is one of the places where your father allows us to be alone?”

\t“Raph will know we’re doing more than working on the van,” Don insisted, yelping as Nicco nipped at his collar bone.

\t“He’s not twelve,” Nicco said.  “He’ll have to suck it up sometime.”

\tDon leaned away from him, eyes narrowed.  “Have you decided on a strategy for dealing with Raph?” he asked suspiciously.

\tIt had been three days since Mikey and Nicco had declared a truce but no ground had been gained on the Raphael front.  The hot head had continued to be belligerent and sullen, more so now that both Leo and Mikey were accepting of Nicco.

\tNicco pressed a kiss to the skin above Don’s plastron before saying, “Could be.”  Not giving Don time to respond, Nicco kissed the center front line between his upper scutes and asked, “How about we test your powers of concentration?  You work on that carburetor while I go down on you.  Let’s see at what point you drop your tools.”

\tDon gasped as Nicco’s fingers stroked a particularly sensitive spot on his anatomy.  “A double entendre?  Really?”

\tNicco chuckled lowly, sending a shiver down Don’s spine.  Don was already feeling painfully trapped under his shell despite his concern over Raph’s imminent arrival.  Such was the effect that Nicco invariably had on him.

\tIt was becoming very apparent that Nicco wasn’t teasing him and just as clear to Don that he was about to lose his own self-control and simply let Nicco have his way.  Backed against the heavy wooden work table in the garage, Don was currently in no position to escape Nicco’s clutches, nor was he in any state of mind to do so.  Don was still capable of offering an obligatory protest though.

\t“I swear if you get me worked up I’m going to return the favor,” Don warned.  “Pants or no pants, try to hide that from everyone’s view.”

\t“Maybe I should kick my pants off to the side and go au natural,” Nicco replied without missing a beat.

\t“You’re already half naked,” Don scolded.  “I thought your strategy was to appear more human by wearing clothes all of the time.  If Raph sees you he’s not going to react . . . .”  He stopped and eyed Nicco, who pretended to ignore Don as he continued to kiss his way down the smaller turtle’s plastron.  “You purposely came up here half-dressed because you knew Raph would reappear at any moment.  You’re trying to provoke him.”

\t“Why would I do that?” Nicco asked with false innocence, dropping to one knee between Donatello’s outstretched legs.

\t“I already told you he has a temper,” Don chided.

\t“In war it is always best to keep your enemies off balance,” Nicco stated complacently.

\t“It’s bad enough Leo quotes stuff like that without you doing it too,” Don scolded, his last word dissolving into a churr despite himself.

\tNicco looked up, his amber eyes sparking.  “Make no mistake, Donatello.  I am engaged in a battle with your brother Raphael and the prize is no less than you.  I know quite well how things will play out if I can’t get him comfortable with the notion of our being together.  I want to be able to sleep with you again; I want to share a bed with you every night for the rest of my life.  Raphael is standing directly in my path to that goal.  Don’t be surprised at what I do in order to remove that last obstacle.”

\t“Short of hurting my brother,” Don said with equal seriousness.

\t“Hurting him would be hurting you,” Nicco said, shaking his head.  “I won’t do that.”

\tThere was so much intensity in Nicco’s expression that it left Don breathless.  “Nicco,” he managed to murmur, reaching for the turtle.

\tNicco surged upwards, wrapping his arms tightly around Don’s carapace as Don slung his over Nicco’s broad shoulders.  Their mouths connected in a frenzy of desire; sharp breaths inhaled and exhaled through nostrils as their tongues twisted together.

\tThe sound of the garage door rolling upwards barely penetrated Don’s fogged mind, but the roar of Raph’s motorcycle engine did get through.  With a gasp, Don pushed against Nicco, dislodging the larger turtle.  Spinning around, Don grabbed the carburetor cleaner, sliding the carburetor towards him with his other hand.

\tWhen Raph pulled into the garage, Don was actively engaged in applying a liberal coating of cleaner to the engine part.  The smell was more than strong enough to cover any other lingering odors, but Nicco’s proximity to Don was closer than the genius deemed prudent.

\tGlancing at Nicco, Don discovered that his lover was not only wearing a smug look on his face, he was also staring boldly at Raph.  After Raph cut his motorcycle off and removed his helmet, he turned to glance at the pair by the work table.  Seeing that Nicco was looking at him, Raph snarled.

\t“Did you have a good ride, Raphael?” Nicco asked in an even tone.

\tDespite the lack of nuance in his voice, Don could swear he heard an underlying challenge.  Holding the can of cleaner tighter, Don continued to douse the carburetor with it, wondering if spraying it between the two alpha turtles would stop a fight.

\t“Is everyone else asleep, Donny?”  Raph addressed his question directly to his brother, ignoring Nicco.

\tDon glanced up.  “I think Mikey’s still online with some of his gaming buddies,” he said.  “Are you headed down to bed?”

\tThere was more of a hopeful ring to the question than Don had meant for it to sound.  He only wanted Raph to leave to avoid a further clash of wills between him and Nicco.

\tThe way Raph’s eyes narrowed told Don that his brother had taken it to mean something else.  “It’s late Donatello,” Raph said in a tight voice.  “We can ride down in the elevator together.  Let your pal here clean up the mess, he ain’t got anything else ta do.”

\t“You know I hate to leave things half finished,” Don said.  “I won’t be much longer.”

\tRaph glanced at Nicco then back to Don.  “What I know is that you’ll lose track of time and be up for the rest of the night.  Drop that shit and go ta bed now.”

\t“Donatello is quite capable of deciding when it is time to stop,” Nicco said, continuing to stare provocatively at Raph.

\tDon heard Raph’s low growl, the sound he made when he was becoming very aggravated.  It didn’t take genius to see that Raph was slowly reaching the boiling point where his father’s admonitions regarding the proper treatment of guests was going to get shoved aside in favor of something far less civilized.

\tIt probably didn’t help Raph’s level of frustration to know he no longer had a sympathetic ear to turn to in order to vent his hostility.  Leonardo and Niccolo had found common ground upon which to base a friendship and the turtle leader now appeared to relish their interactions.

\tMichelangelo, his vanity stroked, had begun to dismiss Raph’s rancor towards Nicco.  Since Raph didn’t want to hear his kid brother singing Nicco’s praises, Raph had distanced himself from Mikey as well as Leo.

\tAfraid that Nicco’s plan, whatever it was, hadn’t taken into account just how violent Raph could be, Don intervened.

\t“I’ll finish what I’m doing and be down directly,” Don promised.  “I’ve been getting plenty of sleep, Raph.  Ask Mikey if you don’t believe me; I haven’t pulled any all-nighters since I started sharing his room.”

\tRaph was only half listening to Don’s assurances, his eyes having drifted over to Nicco.  The pair was now engaged in a staring contest and though Nicco didn’t say anything else to push Raph’s buttons, it was easy to see that it wouldn’t be long before the hot head decided to escalate to a more violent interaction.

\tThat was not at all something that Don wanted to deal with.  “Should I call Leo to bring Master Splinter up here?” he asked his brother.

\tRaph’s head jerked around so he could once more focus on Don.  “Hell no,” he snapped.  “Stay up all night for all I care.  I don’t give a damn.”

\tKicking a wrench aside, Raph stomped belligerently towards the elevator, refusing to look at either Nicco or Don again.  Once he was gone, Don set the spray can down and turned to stare at his lover.

\t“What?” Nicco asked with mock innocence.

\t“How far were you going to push that?” Don asked in return.

\t“How far do you think I need to push that?” Nicco countered.

\t“If your aim is to wind up in a knock-down, drag out fight with Raph then you’re well on your way to accomplishing it,” Don told him.

\t“Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system,” Nicco said, once more encroaching on Don’s personal space.

\tPushed back against the table again, Don tried to ignore the lustful look in Nicco’s eyes.  “I’m not sure I’m going to like this plan of yours.”

\t“Then don’t think about it anymore,” Nicco suggested, burying his face in Don’s neck and inhaling deeply.

\tThe rush of heated air as Nicco exhaled made Don’s legs quiver.  Nicco used his knees to shove his way between Don’s thighs, biting down on the smaller turtle’s shoulder as he did so.  A second later, Nicco wriggled out of his pants and nudged them aside with his foot.

\t“Nicco,” Don moaned, his arousal blossoming fully now that the concern about being interrupted had vanished.  “We can’t.”

\t“You told your brother you had to finish what you were doing,” Nicco said.  “Weren’t you just about to do me before he crashed our party?”

\t“I was not,” Don protested weakly, knowing he’d lost the argument when Nicco’s questing fingers found his entrance.

\tA slight push and the tip of Nicco’s digit slipped into Don.  He wiggled it around, tickling Don’s hole until it started to flex in reaction, and Nicco used his thumb to stroke Don’s tail.  The dual stimulation was too much for the genius’ self-control and he dropped down, his dick already half hard.

\t“How sturdy is this table?” Nicco asked, his tongue painting wet stripes across Don’s neck.

\t“You can’t m . . . mean to . . . .”  Don swallowed, panting as he felt Nicco’s erection slide against his own.  “Someone might come in.”

\t“Let them.”  Nicco’s voice was muffled by Don’s skin against his mouth.  “I need you now.  I haven’t had you in days and just the sight of you has had me stiff under my shell.”

\tAs if to illustrate his determination, Nicco pulled his finger free and cupped Don’s ass, lifting the genius onto the table.  With an expert yank, he had Don tilted back on his carapace, his legs splayed open and entrance at an advantageous angle.

\tPlacing a clean finger against Don’s lips, Nicco said, “Suck.  Get it nice and wet please.”

\t“Mi . . . Mikey’s still awake,” Don stuttered.  It was all he got out as Nicco’s finger slid into his mouth.

\tNicco took hold of Don’s penis in his free hand and stroked it, petting the head before repeating the maneuver.  Don churred and lifted his legs, crossing his ankles behind Nicco’s shell.

\t“Let me relieve you of some of your anxiety,” Nicco husked in a low voice.  “I wouldn’t worry overly much about Michelangelo’s sensibilities; not all of those books in his room are actually comics.  There are quite a few fairly racy manga magazines in his collection.”

\tDon’s mouth fell open.  “What?” he asked, the word garbled as Nicco used his finger to caress Don’s tongue.

\tNicco merely grinned.  Don reached up to catch hold of Nicco’s wrist, snatching the big turtle’s hand away from his mouth.

\t“He does not have those you big jerk,” Don insisted.

\tA second later he hissed as Nicco’s wet finger penetrated him.  “Tell me how much you love me,” Nicco said, slowing pushing his finger all of the way into Don.

\t“You . . . you’re obnoxious,” Don panted, squirming as he tried to pull Nicco closer.

\t“Am I better at it than anyone you’ve ever known?” Nicco asked, nipping at Don’s chin.

\t“Yes!” Don exclaimed as Nicco’s moving finger touched his prostate.

\t“Tell me how much you love me,” Nicco repeated, taking his finger out of Don’s body and spreading precum over his own swollen cock.

\t“I d . . . don’t like you one b . . . bit,” Don stammered.  “You’re a big, manipulative jer~AHH!”

\tNicco slowly pushed into him, a self-satisfied expression on his face and his eyes glowing.  Don grabbed for Nicco’s arms, wrapping his fingers around his lover’s biceps and squeezing as Nicco embedded himself fully inside Don’s warm body.

\tWith one large hand bracing the lower part of Don’s carapace, just where it touched the table, Nicco grasped Don’s erection in the other hand.  Giving it a few deliberately slow, sensuous strokes, Nicco began to thrust.

\tDon knew right away he wasn’t going to last long, not after being teased for the last hour.  Nicco’s rhythm was fast and hard, and would have lifted Don from the table but for the hand holding him in place.

\tThe one on Don’s erection had settled into a fast pace as well and Don found himself clenching around Nicco’s cock as he tried to push into his lover’s palm.  Don’s churrs were suddenly swallowed as Nicco leaned forward to kiss him, releasing his mouth just as abruptly.

\t“Tell me,” Nicco commanded in a deeply guttural voice.

\t“Nicco . . . I . . . I love . . . you!” Don shouted as he came, pushed into a powerful orgasm by his overloaded senses and Nicco’s voice.

\t“Yes, Donny.  Yes!” Nicco called as he embedded himself deeply one last time and climaxed.

\tLifting his hand to the center of Don’s carapace, Nicco held him as they leaned against each other, both breathing hard.  Don slowly lowered his legs, his muscles twitching because of how hard he had squeezed against Nicco’s carapace.

\tNicco’s lips slid along Don’s neck, across his chin, and then up to his mouth.  Their shared kiss was deeply meaningful and filled with the love they shared for each other.

\tDon was still lightly panting when Nicco’s mouth left his.  Inhaling, Don held his breath for a second and then slowly released it, slowing his heart rate.

\t“There’s a clean rag on the end of the table,” Don murmured, too worn out to speak any louder.

\tNicco reached over and snagged it without breaking contact with Don’s body.  After wiping his hands, he gently cleaned Don’s carapace and as Don tucked himself away, Nicco slid out of him.

\tAnother swift wipe down took care of most of the tell-tale signs of their coupling.  The rest would be dealt with in a quick shower.

\t“Time for bed,” Nicco said, helping a still shaky Don off of the table.  “Despite what he said, I guarantee that Raphael is listening for the sound of you turning in for the night.”

\t“You read him pretty well, don’t you?” Don asked as they started towards the elevator.

\t“Yes,” Nicco admitted, stepping into the elevator.  He squeezed Don’s hand reassuringly.  “You forget, there’s a part of me that understands him on a level that you can’t comprehend.  Leave the worrying to me, Donny.  I’m going to reach Raph.  Believe it.”

\t“I do,” Don assured him.  “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, you may have an interesting way of achieving your goals, but you always do manage to achieve them.”

\t“This one’s important to me,” Nicco said, pulling Don close.  “I’m fighting for the love of my life.”

\t“Well then, let the games begin,” Don responded, sharing a kiss with his lover before the elevator deposited them in the lair.

~~~~~~~~~~

\tDonatello had no idea why the next morning he awoke to a distinct feeling of trepidation.  He guessed that it had something to do with Niccolo’s planned way of dealing with Raphael.  Though Don trusted Nicco implicitly that didn’t mean he was going to like whatever happened.

\tOn his way to the kitchen to get himself a much needed cup of coffee, Don heard sounds coming from the dojo.  Figuring it was Leo and Nicco getting a head start on their training, he sauntered into the kitchen and then nearly tripped on his own feet when he saw Leo and Mikey seated at the table.

\tSince he wasn’t sure if either of his brothers were privy to Nicco’s plan, Don had to hide his shock so they wouldn’t see it.  After a moment of hesitation, he crossed to the coffee pot just as he normally did, pouring out some of the fragrant brew and taking his first sip before addressing his brothers.

\tIn a voice he hoped sounded unconcerned, Don asked, “Is Master Splinter in the dojo already?”

\tMikey was in the process of taking a healthy bite out of a slice of cold pizza, so Leo answered, “No, he’s watching the morning newscast.  It’s probably Raph.  He got up early, mumbled something about how he couldn’t sleep, and went in there to most likely beat the stuffing out of his punching bag.  Just in case you thought about going in there I wouldn’t.  He’s in a foul mood.”

\t“Nicco and I were in the garage working on the van’s carburetor when Raph came home last night,” Don said, hoping to draw information from his brothers.  “He got mad at me for not going down in the elevator with him.”

\t“Didn’t want you to be alone with Nicco,” Mikey said with a grin.  “Duh.”

\t“I guessed that much myself,” Don told him, drinking some more coffee.  “Someday he’s going to meet someone he likes and I’m sorely tempted to treat them the way Raph’s treating Nicco.”

\t“You won’t,” Leo said, turning in his chair to look at Don.  “You understood why we reacted with such hostility even before we did.  I’m not all that concerned about Raphael.  He’ll find his own way to deal with this change.”

\tIt was the first time that Leo had actively addressed the subject with Don and the genius stared at his brother.  “You guys don’t have a problem with Nicco and I being together?”

\t“You’re happy, bro’,” Mikey said.  “That’s all we want.  If Nicco does something to make you not happy we’ll pound some sense into him, but otherwise we’re cool.  Besides, that ‘I just got some’ look on your face is funny.”

\tDon felt himself growing red.  “How would you know what that looks like?” he demanded.

\tMikey chuckled.  “Dude, your face is so changing color.  I wonder if I can make Nicco blush too.”

\t“Shut up, Mikey,” Don said, though he couldn’t help the small smile that curved his lips.

\tAs Don strolled out of the kitchen, he heard not only Mikey’s laughter, but the lighthearted sound of Leo’s as well.  Everything would be perfect and back to normal except for one lone holdout.

\tDon sobered quickly.  Nicco was nowhere to be seen but the door to Don’s bedroom stood open.  There were still sounds coming from the dojo; sounds that indicated there was more than one occupant inside.

\tAfter a moment’s hesitation, Don turned in that direction.  The noises he was hearing didn’t sound like two turtles engaged in a brawl but his curiosity was getting the better of him.  He decided he’d just peek in the door to find out what was going on.

\tOn his way to the dojo, Don passed the television array and his father, who was enjoying a pot of tea while he viewed the day’s news.

\t“Avoid being seen, Donatello,” Master Splinter admonished him, without looking up.  “Your brother is quite aware of my proximity.”

\t“Yes, sensei,” Don said quietly.

\tThe reason why a bloody altercation hadn’t broken out was now clear; Raph knew his father was monitoring him.  Why Raph didn’t merely storm out of the dojo and refuse to remain in the same room with Nicco was still a mystery.

\tWith the greatest of care, Don eased up next to the dojo entrance and peered inside.

\tThe first thing Don noticed was that the free weights that were usually seated on the rack stand were scattered across the dojo floor.  Then he saw Nicco and Raph on opposite ends of the dojo, both sweating profusely.

\tNicco wore none of his human garb and in his belt were his hachiwari.  He and Raph were both in a prone position on the floor, executing full push-ups.

\tThough there was physical space between them, the pair was staring at each other, the challenge in their eyes obvious even at a distance.  Equally as obvious to Donatello was the fact that they had been lifting weights before moving on to push-ups and the genius could only imagine how that scenario had played out.

\tAs he watched them, Don had been subconsciously counting.  He had no idea how long they’d been at it, but by his count they were already up to fifty push-ups and neither seemed inclined to stop.

\tStepping back, Don shook his head and then finished the coffee in the cup he was carrying around.  It appeared to him that Nicco’s plan centered on the age old macho one-upmanship routine.  As exciting as it was for him to see his lover’s bulging muscles, Don had no intention of watching whatever was next in Nicco and Raph’s face off.

\tDon had been home for over a week and during that time he had kept the puzzle box safely locked away.  Not only that, but he hadn’t worked at all on the creation of a special room where he could house the artifact and it was imperative that he accomplish that task.

\tThere was a space between Don’s lab and the infirmary where the genius stored a lot of the excess parts he acquired during his junk runs.  It was big enough to turn into a portal room and after replenishing his coffee, Don set about transferring the junk from that space into a corner of the garage.

\tAfter his first run up to the garage with a load, Mikey joined Don in clearing out the space.  When Mikey asked what he was doing, Don explained how they’d figured out a way to open a corridor between their world and Nicco’s.  Don was half afraid that the idea would worry Mikey, but his brother seemed fascinated by the concept rather than concerned about it.

\tLater in the day when Mike left to prepare dinner, Leo and Nicco came over to help Don in constructing the walls for the new room.  Don expected that Raph would continue to give them the cold shoulder and go off by himself, but was surprised when the hot head grabbed a hammer and began framing in one of the walls.

\tWhen Don looked up to see if Nicco had noticed that Raph had joined them, he saw that his lover was also wielding a hammer, hard at work framing in the opposite wall.  Soon the sound of dueling hammers echoed around the lair and Don wondered what else Nicco and Raph could possibly find to compete over.

\tDon might have blown the entire thing off if not for the fact that he had the sinking feeling their little competition was building to a violent crescendo.  Raph’s hostility hadn’t abated one iota and from the way his eyes flashed it was clear that he no longer planned to stomp off in order to avoid Nicco.

\tThey stopped work on the room for the day when Mikey called them to dinner.  As soon as the meal ended, Master Splinter excused himself to go meditate.  Don hoped that now he and Nicco could spend some quality time together, even if that only meant sitting near each other on the couch to watch television.

\tNicco had other ideas.  He told Don, in plain hearing of his brothers, that he wanted to get in a little workout and was going to the dojo.  Disappointed but unwilling to pass up any opportunity to be with Nicco, Don tagged along.

\tMuch to Don’s dismay, Nicco walked straight over to the punching bag, Raphael’s punching bag, and began vigorously hitting it.

\tThe sound was unmistakable and always carried well into the lair.  Though the others used the punching bag too, it was a given that it belonged to Raph and he was as protective of it as he was of his motorcycle.

\t“Nicco,” Don said, trying to get his lover’s attention.  “Nicco.  That’s Raph’s bag.”

\t“So?”  Nicco asked without missing a beat.

\t“So he’s going to hear you and get mad,” Don said, a note of frustration in his voice.

\t“I hope he does,” Nicco replied.

\tDonatello was at a loss.  When he had told Nicco that he was well on his way to a physical fight with Raph, he had hoped that wasn’t the large turtle’s actual plan.  It looked as though it was.

\tEspecially when Raph came storming into the dojo, his eyes on fire and his fists already clenched tight.

\tDon’s first instinct was to intercept his brother but Nicco’s next words caught him before he could move.  “Get back out of the way, Donny.”

\tRaph was striding towards Nicco and as Don hastily moved to stand against the wall, he swore he could see smoke curling up from the red banded turtle’s head.  With no Master Splinter around to stop him, Raph had apparently popped his cork.

\tIf Nicco wanted Don out of the way, then he was not going to interfere.  Don just hoped like shell that Nicco understood what he was in for.

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