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No money being made.\nWord Count: 68K+ multi-chapter 2k3\nSummary: The power of leadership goes to Leonardo's head and he acts it out on the one brother who usually obeys him without question.\nPairing: Leo/Don \nOverall Rating: NC-17 Contains TCest and non-consensual adult situations\n\nPreview image by the incomparable @ashitarimai \n \n~~This story is VERY dark and contains situations that can be extremely unsettling. There is NO character death and no one is physically maimed. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. No money being made.
Word Count: 68K+ multi-chapter 2k3
Summary:  The power of leadership goes to Leonardo's head and he acts it out on the one brother who usually obeys him without question.
Pairing: Leo/Don
Overall Rating: NC-17 Contains TCest and non-consensual adult situations

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~~This story is VERY dark and contains situations that can be extremely unsettling. There is NO character death and no one is physically maimed. ", "writing": "\tMovement and motion woke Don from a fitful sleep. He felt something warm and wet slide across his pulse point and then move to his jaw line. Reluctantly opening his eyes, Don saw his pseudo-brother hovering over him.\n\n\tLeo lowered his body onto Don’s as he continued to nip and caress Don’s skin with his mouth. Don tried to move his arms but discovered that they were still firmly bound.\n\n\tTo his surprise, Don found that his ankles were no longer secured to the bed. Although Leo was between Don’s legs, the younger Turtle had complete freedom of movement from the waist down.\n\n\tWith a flash of insight, Don realized that his limited freedom was a test. Leo wanted, [i]needed[/i], to know if Don would acquiesce to his dominance and simply lie there, or if he would continue with his defiant attitude and attempt to fight Leo’s advances. A third alternative would have Don become a willing participant.\n\n\tIntuitively, Don knew that fighting in conventional terms wasn’t going to achieve his goals or help him to gather needed information. This Leo expected that behavior from Mikey and Raph and seemed determined to maintain the status quo. From Don he appeared to require something more and Don was intelligent enough to know when to dangle his bait.\n\n\tWith careful deliberateness, Don shifted his hips beneath Leo and then lifted a leg so that he could caress the back of Leo’s calf with his foot.\n\n\tThe effect was immediate as Leo moaned softly; rising up higher on Don’s body so that he could capture his mouth.\n\n\tLeo’s tongue tasted stale and slightly bitter, but Don maintained contact with it, matching Leo’s fervor as much as possible. Don was a quick study; finding exactly how to move his tongue in a manner that began to draw churrs from Leo.\n\n\tIn less than a minute, Don felt Leo’s erection pressing against his lower plates. Leo let his weight settle on Don so that he could use both of his hands to pet and stroke Don’s body, unerringly finding places that titillated the inexperienced genius.\n\n\tBefore long Don’s chest was heaving, both from lack of breath and the exertion of keeping his arousal hidden. He too had begun to churr and rather than over thinking the moment, Don allowed himself to move into it as he had done before.\n\n\tLeo must have felt the growing bulge beneath Don’s plastron, because he brought his hands up to either side of his brother’s shoulders and lifted himself off of Don. Breaking their kiss, Leo stared into Don’s eyes, his own amber gaze glittering with desire.\n\n\tWith a shudder, Don dropped down, his penis erect and quickly growing harder. Tilting his head down further, Leo looked between them, twisting his body so that his cock would come into contact with Don’s.\n\n\tDon gasped as Leo’s solid shaft grazed the underside of his own. It felt like an electrical current had shot through his system as their penises touched. Balancing himself on one hand, Leo reached between them to grasp both of their erections, squeezing them together until it was nearly painful. Very carefully, he began to stroke them, a simultaneous masturbation that had Don’s eyes rolling back in his head.\n\n\tPanting lightly, Don felt the growing sensation of his impending release move throughout his lower extremities. He was an active participant in this erotic dance with Leo; lifting his hips to encourage his pseudo-brother.\n\n\tLeo suddenly bent down to steal another probing kiss from Donatello, releasing the hold he had on their cocks. Don groaned in protest; he had been so close and all he wanted was for Leo to finish him.\n\n\tThe gurgle that vibrated Leo’s tongue inside Don’s mouth told the genius that the older Turtle found Don’s impatience to be amusing. The kiss that Leo plied his brother’s mouth with conveyed real feeling; it wasn’t manipulative or controlling. Leo seemed desperate for Don to enjoy it, so the genius let the erotic sensation of their twining tongues stimulate him.\n\n\tFor a brief moment, Don wondered if this was how streetwalkers endured the ignobility of their chosen profession, but pushed the thought aside swiftly. He was acting a part and couldn’t for even a second allow his brain to supersede the pure physicality of his actions.\n\n\tLeo appeared satisfied with Don’s reaction, because he pulled away from the kiss, gently licking Don’s lips before sliding into a now familiar position between the younger Turtle’s legs. Don’s eyelids fluttered as he felt the tip of Leo’s cock touch his entrance; his pseudo-brother hadn’t brought out the lubricant and Don mentally braced himself for another painful intrusion.\n\n\tMoving very slowly, Leo inched his way past the tight ring of muscle that protected Don’s anus. Rather than causing pain, Leo’s cock slid in with ease and Don realized that he was still heavily lubricated and stretched from their earlier session. Likewise, Leo had been leaking copious amounts of precome and that was helping to slick Don’s passage.\n\n\tIn order to show Leo that he was fully involved, Don rocked back on his carapace, lifting his hips into a better position for Leo’s entry. The churr that action pulled out of Leo was gratifying, and once Leo’s cock was buried up to the hilt inside Don’s ass, the bottoming Turtle lifted his legs and wrapped them around Leo’s hips.\n\n\tEncouraged by Don’s submissive behavior, Leo began to thrust, his pace slow and gentle. The consideration that Leo was showing him helped to ease the pain of being filled once more and gradually discomfort gave way to something more pleasurable.\n\n\tDon’s cock bounced between them; impossibly hard, it made Don groan for some type of friction to relieve his growing need. When Leo hit his prostate, Don bit off a yelp, his entire body quivering as he began to think that he might reach climax without having been touched.\n\n\tLeo’s hand was suddenly between them; gripping Don’s cock with the perfect amount of force. Slick with Don’s precome, Leo’s fist made a squelching sound as he pumped his brother’s cock, the rhythm matching almost perfectly Leo’s thrusts. It was as though Leo was determined that Don understand the correlation between Leo’s actions and the pleasure Don was receiving.\n\n\tThe knowledge that this was not his real brother helped Don maintain his focus on his body’s reaction to stimuli. In his mind, Don pretended that he had taken a lover who cared about nothing more than providing Don with physical satisfaction.\n\n\tLeo was moving incredibly fast inside of him; driving harder as he reached for his peak. Don encouraged him further by tightening his legs around Leo; pulling his pseudo-brother even closer.\n\n\tThat action brought Leo’s cock into contact with the nerves in Don’s prostate. Two direct strikes later and Don didn’t bother to mask his shout as he orgasmed.\n\n\tLeo’s climax quickly followed as he buried himself inside his brother and filled Don with his seed.\n\n\tGasping for air, Don’s legs slid off Leo’s body and fell against the bed, trembling from exertion. With his eyes closed, Don concentrated on the feeling of his cock receding into its hidden pouch, choosing to ignore the fact that Leo was still embedded in his core.\n\n\tAs Leo pulled out of him, a gush of warmth spilled out over Don’s tail; a sticky reminder that Don had just engaged in sexual intercourse. With a stranger wearing his brother Leonardo’s face.\n\n\tDon could feel Leo’s gaze boring into him and opened his eyes. Leo was studying him intently, his chest rising and falling swiftly as he struggled to regain his breath. Maintaining a look of passivity, Don didn’t have to try to appear sleepy because he actually was. \n\n\tLeo crawled forward carefully, his eyes never leaving Don’s. The practiced movement reminded Don of when Leo stalked their enemies; the fierceness of his scrutiny unnerving.\n\n\tStraddling Don’s stomach, Leo pressed the palms of his hands against the bound Turtle’s cheeks and leaned down until their eyes were close together. Leo said nothing as he stared into Don’s rich brown orbs. \n\n\tDon in turn took the opportunity to study Leo’s eyes, wondering now how he could have missed the slight hint of madness and obsession that was in them. His Leonardo’s eyes often sparked with intense determination and resolve, but never did they hold the kind of malice Don had seen when this Leo looked at the youngest pair of brothers.\n\n\tWith a slowness that was almost maddening, Leo closed the gap between them and once again touched his lips to Don’s. Leo’s eyes were wide and staring as he urged his brother’s mouth to open, his tongue darting inside as soon as Don’s lips parted.\n\n\tDon’s eyelids slipped down to the halfway point as he feigned enjoyment, even conjuring a moan up from his throat. After a moment, Leo’s eyes closed completely and he relaxed into the kiss, a low churr vibrating his chest.\n\n\tThe kiss ended when Leo was too sleepy to continue it. Toppling over onto his carapace next to Don, Leo practically passed out. The strain of his pretense and physical activity was too much for Don and he quickly fell asleep as well.\n\n\tWhen Don next woke it was to almost complete darkness. He had no idea how much time had passed, but seeing that the shorter candles had burned down completely, Don guessed that it had been a couple of hours.\n\n\tIt was Leo’s touch that had once more awakened Don. His pseudo-brother was laying on his side, pressed against Don, one hand between Don’s legs. Leo’s hips moved as he rubbed what was already a good sized erection against Don’s outer thigh. The playful hand was busily toying with Don’s tail and the tingling sensation coming from that sensitive appendage was what had drawn the genius out of his slumber.\n\n\tDon sighed deeply, wondering at Leo’s insatiable appetite. The sound drew Leo upwards and the hand between Don’s legs stroked a path along the younger Turtle’s scutes, coming to rest on Don’s shoulders. Without a word, Leo slid his tongue onto Don’s collar bone and across his face until it came to rest on Don’s lips.\n\n\tThe sigh had apparently been taken for an invitation and Don accepted both Leo’s interpretation and his tongue. As the erotic dance played out inside their mouths, Leo’s hands were busily touching Don, as though striving to memorize every inch of his body.\n\n\tDon knew that Leo had already been incredibly hard before the kiss began and had to be in some amount of pain, but he seemed intent on arousing Don as well. Leo’s hand found Don’s slit and he worked the side of his thumb into the opening so that he could rub against the genius’ shaft.\n\n\tSore and aching from too much use and abuse, Don’s cock still responded to the stimulation, inflating quickly. Inhaling sharply through his nostrils, Don succumbed to Leo’s talented hand and allowed his erection to tumble into the open. Leo greedily grabbed it, squeezing and stroking Don’s cock until it was full and throbbing.\n\n\tThen Leo did something surprising after he released Don from their kiss; he drew a tanto from beneath the mattress and sliced through the ropes that were binding Don’s wrists overhead. Slightly numb, Don’s arms hit the bed and then the unpleasant feeling of pins and needles crawled along his skin.\n\n\tWhile Don tried to coax feeling back into his arms, Leo moved down his brother’s body until his face was level with Don’s cock. With a churr, Leo swallowed Don’s erection.\n\n\tWith total freedom came the decision to try and get away, or to continue to play the part of mesmerized lover. Escape from the room, even if it had been possible, wasn’t a prudent choice and Don knew he had to remain in character. Finding his hands were now useful, Don grasped a double handful of Leo’s sheets and held on tightly as his pseudo-brother coaxed another orgasm from him.\n\n\tSpent and shaking, Don barely registered that Leo was lifting his legs and positioning them across his shoulders. The feeling of being penetrated for the fourth time in one night caused him no more than a mild burn.\n\n\tIt was difficult to fake enthusiasm for their coupling, but Don managed it. Endorphins had kicked in and Don felt a heady euphoria from them which helped as he moved his hips to meet Leo’s thrusts. Don’s churrs seemed to boost Leo’s excitement and within minutes he came, spilling hotly inside his younger brother.\n\n\tThis time there was no intense study of Don’s facial expression, no trying to see inside Don’s head. Leo swarmed over Don and wrapped himself around the genius. Trembling, Don lifted his arms and returned the embrace.\n\n\t“Sleep, Donny, sleep,” Leo crooned, stroking his brother’s face. “It’s all us now; I’ll take care of you, you’ll take care of me. Forever.”\n\n\tExhausted, Don almost made the mistake of protesting, but caught himself in time. Instead, he gave Leo a sated smile, curling his hand over Leo’s shoulder and snuggling against him. Don felt Leo’s hold on him tighten and then Don’s eyelids, too heavy to remain open any longer, slid shut and sweet oblivion took him from Leo’s grasp.\n\n\tAn alarm clock, [i]his [/i]alarm clock, buzzed maddeningly; just out of reach it grew louder with each passing moment that it was ignored. Don frowned in annoyance; between dreaming and waking the incessant noise refused to let him alone.\n\n\tDon’s eyes snapped open when it came to him that this was the sound that warned him it was time to get up or face Leo’s punishment. Once he could see, the realization that he was in Leonardo’s bedroom brought back a rush of memories that hit him like a tidal wave.\n\n\tLeo was nowhere to be seen and Don was no longer tied to his pseudo-brother’s bed. Flinging his legs to the side and sitting up quickly, Don groaned as sharp pain lanced through his nether regions. Practice was going to be pure torture.\n\n\tAfter such a long night of physical exertion, the fact that Leo had still managed to rise early, retrieve and set up Don’s alarm clock, and disappear into the dojo as was his usual habit was disconcerting. It spoke volumes about the resolve of this Leo; it was not unlike Don’s real brother’s dedication, but its purpose was much more insidious.\n\n\tDon’s gaze fell on Leo’s desk as he tried to collect the mental fortitude necessary for rising. Leo wouldn’t come back upstairs; he’d left the alarm clock as his surrogate for getting Don out of bed. If there were clues to who this Leo was, this room was where they’d be and that desk was the only place in this Spartan room where Leo could hide anything.\n\n\tGrimacing, Don pushed himself up to a standing position and then didn’t move for a full minute as he waited for his body to adjust somewhat.\n\n\tLimping over to the desk, Don studied it for a moment without touching anything. He knew this desk well; it was one he’d found at the junkyard, something he immediately knew would appeal to Leo. It had clean lines and no fancy flourishes, was well made and heavy. Don had a shell of a time hoisting it onto his shoulders so that he could transport it to the van.\n\n\tThere was some slight damage to the wood; scratches and one place where the wood had been gouged, but Don knew he could repair those easily. The only reason he could think of for its disposal was that it had belonged to someone with enough money to toss imperfections and purchase something new to replace it. He vaguely wondered about what kind of relationships people like that had.\n\n\tSanded and varnished, the desk had been the most beautiful piece of furniture they possessed. Don had presented it to Leo with a wide smile and his usually stoic brother had been completely floored. The mist that had covered Leo’s eyes was quickly blinked away, but not before Don had seen it.\n\n\tThat was one of Don’s favorite memories and he was damned well not going to let this fake Leo ruin it for him.\n\n\tSquatting in front of it, Don first checked for anything that would give away his search. As he suspected, an almost invisible thread was balanced on top of the center drawer. Pseudo-Leo was not very trusting.\n\n\tListening intently for sounds outside the room, Don carefully removed the thread and set it aside. He slid the drawer open and his beak wrinkled in disgust as he surveyed the contents; jells, oils, and lubricants of all kinds. Several anal toys rolled around as Don pulled the drawer out further.\n\n\tNothing useful came to light other than to give Don a better idea of this Leo’s depravity. Closing the drawer, Don turned to the top one on the left. Making sure it wasn’t also marked, Don opened it.\n\n\tThe toys in this one were larger, extremely varied, and included some bondage gear. Don had to change his opinion of pseudo-Leo; depraved didn’t even come close to describing him.\n\n\tAmongst the things in this drawer that Don recognized was a ball gag and a urethral catheter. He shut the drawer with a prayer that he could solve this mystery before his fake brother decided to try that out on him.\n\n\tTime was growing short; Don would have to report for practice soon and he wanted to take a quick sponge bath before donning his gear and reporting to the dojo.\n\n\tSkipping over the smaller drawers, Don next went directly to the large one on the bottom right. In his rush, he almost made the mistake of opening it without checking first but saw just in time that draped across one corner was another piece of thread.\n\n\tHeart thumping, Don eased the drawer open. Inside was a dark colored knapsack.\n\n\tHis hands were shaking slightly as Don reached inside and removed the knapsack. A sound from the hall froze him, but when he realized it was Raph’s door, Don let out the breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.\n\n\tThe sack was battered, ragged, and had what looked like scorch marks on it. There were holes in it and one of them appeared to have been made by a bullet.\n\n\tDon unzipped the knapsack and pulled it open. Inside he found clothes and when he removed one of the garments, it proved to be a turtle sized hooded sweatshirt in the color black, Leo’s preference for the times when he was forced to wear human garb.\n\n\tThis wasn’t his Leo’s, Don knew everything that his brother owned and had never seen the knapsack or the clothes, and certainly never the sex toys. His Leo would have died of mortification.\n\n\tUnder the clothing, Don found non-perishable food items; mostly light weight things but some canned goods as well. There were also some utensils and collapsible cups, gear primarily used by campers. A small metal box at the very bottom contained medical supplies, all showing a great deal of use. The entire thing screamed of a Turtle who was constantly on the run; one with no set place to call home.\n\n\tCarefully replacing things just as he’d found them, Don set the knapsack back into the drawer and the thread exactly where it had been before. He made sure to also replace the thread that had been on the first drawer, stepping back a pace and comparing how the desk looked now to how it had been when he first approached it. Confident that the two mental pictures were an exact match, Don grabbed his gear and high tailed it to the bathroom.\n\n\tOnce inside, Don washed his lower body off as best he could. He was sticky in some places and in others a dry, crusty residue clung to his body, a souvenir from Leo. Urinating hurt; his penis was bruised from the manhandling by his fake brother, and Don’s ass felt as if someone had shoved burning brands inside of him. It would take a while before that feeling faded and Don hoped that Leo would allow him a reprieve of at least a couple of days.\n\n\tDuring their last encounter, Leo had treated Don with both affection and regard for his feelings. Leo was showing him the type of trust reserved for someone who is close, someone with whom a personal link has been established. Their night together and Don’s pretense may have made Leo believe he had turned Donatello, forged him as Leo did with his swords, into something that Leo could own and rely upon.\n\n\tIt was a fine line to walk but Don meant to stay on it. He had to make sure that while Leo believed Don to care for him, that Leo also understood that Don was willing to mutiny if Mike and Raph were threatened. The mercurial nature of this Leo’s personality meant that continuing to step between him and the younger two Turtles would earn Don the type of punishments he’d already been subjected to.\n\n\tHe had to come to terms with that prospect and accept it. No matter how many endearing words Leo might whisper to him, no matter that later Leo might treat him to a session of gentle love-making, the initial contact after an outward act of defiance was going to be painful.\n\n\tThe other difficulty that Don was going to face was how Raph and Mike would see him. Behaving as though Leo’s advances were not unwanted, playing up to him, would make his younger brothers see him differently. It might even make them start to think he was no longer one of them.\n\n\tGiven the fragile nature of their psyches at the moment, having them think that Don would no longer be there to offer protection might easily send one of them, particularly Raph, into a chasm of despondency that might lead to an action catastrophically disastrous.\n\n\tIf Don managed to pull them aside into a private discussion in order to tell them of his plan, it would set their minds at ease. The downside to doing so was that they might not behave in a manner appropriate to Don’s changing status with Leo. If either of them reacted incorrectly to a situation, Leo would notice. Don had no illusions as to this Leo’s ability to put two and two together and understand that Don was playing him.\n\n\tThe desk had held some answers to Don’s questions, but had opened up new mysteries. Finding a way to get into Master Splinter’s bedroom was essential, and only by holding on to Leo’s confidence could Don have a shot at that.\n\n\tHe had to make Leo continue to believe that Don belonged to him. If doing so meant that Raph and Mike would grow suspicious of him, Don had to take that chance. Having them hate him for a time was better than the risk of falling off that tight rope he was walking.\n\n\tThe mental clock in Don’s head told him to hurry. He didn’t have time to clean himself properly but he would rather be messy than late. Pulling his gear on, Don exited the bathroom, swinging his bo staff into place as he bypassed the stairs and leaped to the floor below.\n\n\tVoices from the dojo told Don that all three of his brothers were already there. Taking several deep breaths, Don braced himself and headed in to practice.\n\nTBC………………………..\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tMovement and motion woke Don from a fitful sleep.  He felt something warm and wet slide across his pulse point and then move to his jaw line.  Reluctantly opening his eyes, Don saw his pseudo-brother hovering over him.

\tLeo lowered his body onto Don’s as he continued to nip and caress Don’s skin with his mouth.  Don tried to move his arms but discovered that they were still firmly bound.

\tTo his surprise, Don found that his ankles were no longer secured to the bed.  Although Leo was between Don’s legs, the younger Turtle had complete freedom of movement from the waist down.

\tWith a flash of insight, Don realized that his limited freedom was a test.  Leo wanted, needed, to know if Don would acquiesce to his dominance and simply lie there, or if he would continue with his defiant attitude and attempt to fight Leo’s advances.  A third alternative would have Don become a willing participant.

\tIntuitively, Don knew that fighting in conventional terms wasn’t going to achieve his goals or help him to gather needed information.  This Leo expected that behavior from Mikey and Raph and seemed determined to maintain the status quo.  From Don he appeared to require something more and Don was intelligent enough to know when to dangle his bait.

\tWith careful deliberateness, Don shifted his hips beneath Leo and then lifted a leg so that he could caress the back of Leo’s calf with his foot.

\tThe effect was immediate as Leo moaned softly; rising up higher on Don’s body so that he could capture his mouth.

\tLeo’s tongue tasted stale and slightly bitter, but Don maintained contact with it, matching Leo’s fervor as much as possible.  Don was a quick study; finding exactly how to move his tongue in a manner that began to draw churrs from Leo.

\tIn less than a minute, Don felt Leo’s erection pressing against his lower plates.  Leo let his weight settle on Don so that he could use both of his hands to pet and stroke Don’s body, unerringly finding places that titillated the inexperienced genius.

\tBefore long Don’s chest was heaving, both from lack of breath and the exertion of keeping his arousal hidden.  He too had begun to churr and rather than over thinking the moment, Don allowed himself to move into it as he had done before.

\tLeo must have felt the growing bulge beneath Don’s plastron, because he brought his hands up to either side of his brother’s shoulders and lifted himself off of Don.  Breaking their kiss, Leo stared into Don’s eyes, his own amber gaze glittering with desire.

\tWith a shudder, Don dropped down, his penis erect and quickly growing harder.  Tilting his head down further, Leo looked between them, twisting his body so that his cock would come into contact with Don’s.

\tDon gasped as Leo’s solid shaft grazed the underside of his own.  It felt like an electrical current had shot through his system as their penises touched.  Balancing himself on one hand, Leo reached between them to grasp both of their erections, squeezing them together until it was nearly painful.  Very carefully, he began to stroke them, a simultaneous masturbation that had Don’s eyes rolling back in his head.

\tPanting lightly, Don felt the growing sensation of his impending release move throughout his lower extremities.  He was an active participant in this erotic dance with Leo; lifting his hips to encourage his pseudo-brother.

\tLeo suddenly bent down to steal another probing kiss from Donatello, releasing the hold he had on their cocks.  Don groaned in protest; he had been so close and all he wanted was for Leo to finish him.

\tThe gurgle that vibrated Leo’s tongue inside Don’s mouth told the genius that the older Turtle found Don’s impatience to be amusing.  The kiss that Leo plied his brother’s mouth with conveyed real feeling; it wasn’t manipulative or controlling.  Leo seemed desperate for Don to enjoy it, so the genius let the erotic sensation of their twining tongues stimulate him.

\tFor a brief moment, Don wondered if this was how streetwalkers endured the ignobility of their chosen profession, but pushed the thought aside swiftly.  He was acting a part and couldn’t for even a second allow his brain to supersede the pure physicality of his actions.

\tLeo appeared satisfied with Don’s reaction, because he pulled away from the kiss, gently licking Don’s lips before sliding into a now familiar position between the younger Turtle’s legs.  Don’s eyelids fluttered as he felt the tip of Leo’s cock touch his entrance; his pseudo-brother hadn’t brought out the lubricant and Don mentally braced himself for another painful intrusion.

\tMoving very slowly, Leo inched his way past the tight ring of muscle that protected Don’s anus.  Rather than causing pain, Leo’s cock slid in with ease and Don realized that he was still heavily lubricated and stretched from their earlier session.  Likewise, Leo had been leaking copious amounts of precome and that was helping to slick Don’s passage.

\tIn order to show Leo that he was fully involved, Don rocked back on his carapace, lifting his hips into a better position for Leo’s entry.  The churr that action pulled out of Leo was gratifying, and once Leo’s cock was buried up to the hilt inside Don’s ass, the bottoming Turtle lifted his legs and wrapped them around Leo’s hips.

\tEncouraged by Don’s submissive behavior, Leo began to thrust, his pace slow and gentle.  The consideration that Leo was showing him helped to ease the pain of being filled once more and gradually discomfort gave way to something more pleasurable.

\tDon’s cock bounced between them; impossibly hard, it made Don groan for some type of friction to relieve his growing need.  When Leo hit his prostate, Don bit off a yelp, his entire body quivering as he began to think that he might reach climax without having been touched.

\tLeo’s hand was suddenly between them; gripping Don’s cock with the perfect amount of force.  Slick with Don’s precome, Leo’s fist made a squelching sound as he pumped his brother’s cock, the rhythm matching almost perfectly Leo’s thrusts.  It was as though Leo was determined that Don understand the correlation between Leo’s actions and the pleasure Don was receiving.

\tThe knowledge that this was not his real brother helped Don maintain his focus on his body’s reaction to stimuli.  In his mind, Don pretended that he had taken a lover who cared about nothing more than providing Don with physical satisfaction.

\tLeo was moving incredibly fast inside of him; driving harder as he reached for his peak.  Don encouraged him further by tightening his legs around Leo; pulling his pseudo-brother even closer.

\tThat action brought Leo’s cock into contact with the nerves in Don’s prostate.  Two direct strikes later and Don didn’t bother to mask his shout as he orgasmed.

\tLeo’s climax quickly followed as he buried himself inside his brother and filled Don with his seed.

\tGasping for air, Don’s legs slid off Leo’s body and fell against the bed, trembling from exertion.  With his eyes closed, Don concentrated on the feeling of his cock receding into its hidden pouch, choosing to ignore the fact that Leo was still embedded in his core.

\tAs Leo pulled out of him, a gush of warmth spilled out over Don’s tail; a sticky reminder that Don had just engaged in sexual intercourse.  With a stranger wearing his brother Leonardo’s face.

\tDon could feel Leo’s gaze boring into him and opened his eyes.  Leo was studying him intently, his chest rising and falling swiftly as he struggled to regain his breath.  Maintaining a look of passivity, Don didn’t have to try to appear sleepy because he actually was.  

\tLeo crawled forward carefully, his eyes never leaving Don’s.  The practiced movement reminded Don of when Leo stalked their enemies; the fierceness of his scrutiny unnerving.

\tStraddling Don’s stomach, Leo pressed the palms of his hands against the bound Turtle’s cheeks and leaned down until their eyes were close together.  Leo said nothing as he stared into Don’s rich brown orbs.

\tDon in turn took the opportunity to study Leo’s eyes, wondering now how he could have missed the slight hint of madness and obsession that was in them.  His Leonardo’s eyes often sparked with intense determination and resolve, but never did they hold the kind of malice Don had seen when this Leo looked at the youngest pair of brothers.

\tWith a slowness that was almost maddening, Leo closed the gap between them and once again touched his lips to Don’s.  Leo’s eyes were wide and staring as he urged his brother’s mouth to open, his tongue darting inside as soon as Don’s lips parted.

\tDon’s eyelids slipped down to the halfway point as he feigned enjoyment, even conjuring a moan up from his throat.  After a moment, Leo’s eyes closed completely and he relaxed into the kiss, a low churr vibrating his chest.

\tThe kiss ended when Leo was too sleepy to continue it.  Toppling over onto his carapace next to Don, Leo practically passed out.  The strain of his pretense and physical activity was too much for Don and he quickly fell asleep as well.

\tWhen Don next woke it was to almost complete darkness.  He had no idea how much time had passed, but seeing that the shorter candles had burned down completely, Don guessed that it had been a couple of hours.

\tIt was Leo’s touch that had once more awakened Don.  His pseudo-brother was laying on his side, pressed against Don, one hand between Don’s legs.  Leo’s hips moved as he rubbed what was already a good sized erection against Don’s outer thigh.  The playful hand was busily toying with Don’s tail and the tingling sensation coming from that sensitive appendage was what had drawn the genius out of his slumber.

\tDon sighed deeply, wondering at Leo’s insatiable appetite.  The sound drew Leo upwards and the hand between Don’s legs stroked a path along the younger Turtle’s scutes, coming to rest on Don’s shoulders.  Without a word, Leo slid his tongue onto Don’s collar bone and across his face until it came to rest on Don’s lips.

\tThe sigh had apparently been taken for an invitation and Don accepted both Leo’s interpretation and his tongue.   As the erotic dance played out inside their mouths, Leo’s hands were busily touching Don, as though striving to memorize every inch of his body.

\tDon knew that Leo had already been incredibly hard before the kiss began and had to be in some amount of pain, but he seemed intent on arousing Don as well.  Leo’s hand found Don’s slit and he worked the side of his thumb into the opening so that he could rub against the genius’ shaft.

\tSore and aching from too much use and abuse, Don’s cock still responded to the stimulation, inflating quickly.  Inhaling sharply through his nostrils, Don succumbed to Leo’s talented hand and allowed his erection to tumble into the open.  Leo greedily grabbed it, squeezing and stroking Don’s cock until it was full and throbbing.

\tThen Leo did something surprising after he released Don from their kiss; he drew a tanto from beneath the mattress and sliced through the ropes that were binding Don’s wrists overhead.  Slightly numb, Don’s arms hit the bed and then the unpleasant feeling of pins and needles crawled along his skin.

\tWhile Don tried to coax feeling back into his arms, Leo moved down his brother’s body until his face was level with Don’s cock.  With a churr, Leo swallowed Don’s erection.

\tWith total freedom came the decision to try and get away, or to continue to play the part of mesmerized lover.  Escape from the room, even if it had been possible, wasn’t a prudent choice and Don knew he had to remain in character.  Finding his hands were now useful, Don grasped a double handful of Leo’s sheets and held on tightly as his pseudo-brother coaxed another orgasm from him.

\tSpent and shaking, Don barely registered that Leo was lifting his legs and positioning them across his shoulders.  The feeling of being penetrated for the fourth time in one night caused him no more than a mild burn.

\tIt was difficult to fake enthusiasm for their coupling, but Don managed it.  Endorphins had kicked in and Don felt a heady euphoria from them which helped as he moved his hips to meet Leo’s thrusts.  Don’s churrs seemed to boost Leo’s excitement and within minutes he came, spilling hotly inside his younger brother.

\tThis time there was no intense study of Don’s facial expression, no trying to see inside Don’s head.  Leo swarmed over Don and wrapped himself around the genius.  Trembling, Don lifted his arms and returned the embrace.

\t“Sleep, Donny, sleep,” Leo crooned, stroking his brother’s face.  “It’s all us now; I’ll take care of you, you’ll take care of me.  Forever.”

\tExhausted, Don almost made the mistake of protesting, but caught himself in time.  Instead, he gave Leo a sated smile, curling his hand over Leo’s shoulder and snuggling against him.  Don felt Leo’s hold on him tighten and then Don’s eyelids, too heavy to remain open any longer, slid shut and sweet oblivion took him from Leo’s grasp.

\tAn alarm clock, his alarm clock, buzzed maddeningly; just out of reach it grew louder with each passing moment that it was ignored.  Don frowned in annoyance; between dreaming and waking the incessant noise refused to let him alone.

\tDon’s eyes snapped open when it came to him that this was the sound that warned him it was time to get up or face Leo’s punishment.  Once he could see, the realization that he was in Leonardo’s bedroom brought back a rush of memories that hit him like a tidal wave.

\tLeo was nowhere to be seen and Don was no longer tied to his pseudo-brother’s bed.  Flinging his legs to the side and sitting up quickly, Don groaned as sharp pain lanced through his nether regions.  Practice was going to be pure torture.

\tAfter such a long night of physical exertion, the fact that Leo had still managed to rise early, retrieve and set up Don’s alarm clock, and disappear into the dojo as was his usual habit was disconcerting.  It spoke volumes about the resolve of this Leo; it was not unlike Don’s real brother’s dedication, but its purpose was much more insidious.

\tDon’s gaze fell on Leo’s desk as he tried to collect the mental fortitude necessary for rising.  Leo wouldn’t come back upstairs; he’d left the alarm clock as his surrogate for getting Don out of bed.  If there were clues to who this Leo was, this room was where they’d be and that desk was the only place in this Spartan room where Leo could hide anything.

\tGrimacing, Don pushed himself up to a standing position and then didn’t move for a full minute as he waited for his body to adjust somewhat.

\tLimping over to the desk, Don studied it for a moment without touching anything.  He knew this desk well; it was one he’d found at the junkyard, something he immediately knew would appeal to Leo.  It had clean lines and no fancy flourishes, was well made and heavy.  Don had a shell of a time hoisting it onto his shoulders so that he could transport it to the van.

\tThere was some slight damage to the wood; scratches and one place where the wood had been gouged, but Don knew he could repair those easily.  The only reason he could think of for its disposal was that it had belonged to someone with enough money to toss imperfections and purchase something new to replace it.  He vaguely wondered about what kind of relationships people like that had.

\tSanded and varnished, the desk had been the most beautiful piece of furniture they possessed.  Don had presented it to Leo with a wide smile and his usually stoic brother had been completely floored.  The mist that had covered Leo’s eyes was quickly blinked away, but not before Don had seen it.

\tThat was one of Don’s favorite memories and he was damned well not going to let this fake Leo ruin it for him.

\tSquatting in front of it, Don first checked for anything that would give away his search.  As he suspected, an almost invisible thread was balanced on top of the center drawer.  Pseudo-Leo was not very trusting.

\tListening intently for sounds outside the room, Don carefully removed the thread and set it aside.  He slid the drawer open and his beak wrinkled in disgust as he surveyed the contents; jells, oils, and lubricants of all kinds.  Several anal toys rolled around as Don pulled the drawer out further.

\tNothing useful came to light other than to give Don a better idea of this Leo’s depravity.  Closing the drawer, Don turned to the top one on the left.  Making sure it wasn’t also marked, Don opened it.

\tThe toys in this one were larger, extremely varied, and included some bondage gear.  Don had to change his opinion of pseudo-Leo; depraved didn’t even come close to describing him.

\tAmongst the things in this drawer that Don recognized was a ball gag and a urethral catheter.  He shut the drawer with a prayer that he could solve this mystery before his fake brother decided to try that out on him.

\tTime was growing short; Don would have to report for practice soon and he wanted to take a quick sponge bath before donning his gear and reporting to the dojo.

\tSkipping over the smaller drawers, Don next went directly to the large one on the bottom right.  In his rush, he almost made the mistake of opening it without checking first but saw just in time that draped across one corner was another piece of thread.

\tHeart thumping, Don eased the drawer open.  Inside was a dark colored knapsack.

\tHis hands were shaking slightly as Don reached inside and removed the knapsack.  A sound from the hall froze him, but when he realized it was Raph’s door, Don let out the breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.

\tThe sack was battered, ragged, and had what looked like scorch marks on it.  There were holes in it and one of them appeared to have been made by a bullet.

\tDon unzipped the knapsack and pulled it open.  Inside he found clothes and when he removed one of the garments, it proved to be a turtle sized hooded sweatshirt in the color black, Leo’s preference for the times when he was forced to wear human garb.

\tThis wasn’t his Leo’s, Don knew everything that his brother owned and had never seen the knapsack or the clothes, and certainly never the sex toys.  His Leo would have died of mortification.

\tUnder the clothing, Don found non-perishable food items; mostly light weight things but some canned goods as well.  There were also some utensils and collapsible cups, gear primarily used by campers.  A small metal box at the very bottom contained medical supplies, all showing a great deal of use.  The entire thing screamed of a Turtle who was constantly on the run; one with no set place to call home.

\tCarefully replacing things just as he’d found them, Don set the knapsack back into the drawer and the thread exactly where it had been before.  He made sure to also replace the thread that had been on the first drawer, stepping back a pace and comparing how the desk looked now to how it had been when he first approached it.  Confident that the two mental pictures were an exact match, Don grabbed his gear and high tailed it to the bathroom.

\tOnce inside, Don washed his lower body off as best he could.  He was sticky in some places and in others a dry, crusty residue clung to his body, a souvenir from Leo.  Urinating hurt; his penis was bruised from the manhandling by his fake brother, and Don’s ass felt as if someone had shoved burning brands inside of him.  It would take a while before that feeling faded and Don hoped that Leo would allow him a reprieve of at least a couple of days.

\tDuring their last encounter, Leo had treated Don with both affection and regard for his feelings.  Leo was showing him the type of trust reserved for someone who is close, someone with whom a personal link has been established.  Their night together and Don’s pretense may have made Leo believe he had turned Donatello, forged him as Leo did with his swords, into something that Leo could own and rely upon.

\tIt was a fine line to walk but Don meant to stay on it.  He had to make sure that while Leo believed Don to care for him, that Leo also understood that Don was willing to mutiny if Mike and Raph were threatened.  The mercurial nature of this Leo’s personality meant that continuing to step between him and the younger two Turtles would earn Don the type of punishments he’d already been subjected to.

\tHe had to come to terms with that prospect and accept it.  No matter how many endearing words Leo might whisper to him, no matter that later Leo might treat him to a session of gentle love-making, the initial contact after an outward act of defiance was going to be painful.

\tThe other difficulty that Don was going to face was how Raph and Mike would see him.  Behaving as though Leo’s advances were not unwanted, playing up to him, would make his younger brothers see him differently.  It might even make them start to think he was no longer one of them.

\tGiven the fragile nature of their psyches at the moment, having them think that Don would no longer be there to offer protection might easily send one of them, particularly Raph, into a chasm of despondency that might lead to an action catastrophically disastrous.

\tIf Don managed to pull them aside into a private discussion in order to tell them of his plan, it would set their minds at ease.  The downside to doing so was that they might not behave in a manner appropriate to Don’s changing status with Leo.  If either of them reacted incorrectly to a situation, Leo would notice.  Don had no illusions as to this Leo’s ability to put two and two together and understand that Don was playing him.

\tThe desk had held some answers to Don’s questions, but had opened up new mysteries.  Finding a way to get into Master Splinter’s bedroom was essential, and only by holding on to Leo’s confidence could Don have a shot at that.

\tHe had to make Leo continue to believe that Don belonged to him.  If doing so meant that Raph and Mike would grow suspicious of him, Don had to take that chance.  Having them hate him for a time was better than the risk of falling off that tight rope he was walking.

\tThe mental clock in Don’s head told him to hurry.  He didn’t have time to clean himself properly but he would rather be messy than late.  Pulling his gear on, Don exited the bathroom, swinging his bo staff into place as he bypassed the stairs and leaped to the floor below.

\tVoices from the dojo told Don that all three of his brothers were already there.  Taking several deep breaths, Don braced himself and headed in to practice.

TBC………………………..

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