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No money being made.\nWord Count part 2: 4,138 multi-chapter 2k3\nSummary: Donatello is known as the 'go-to Turtle', the guy who can fix all sorts of things. His role in the family takes an unexpected turn when his brothers decide to expand on his job description.\nRatings per chapter vary - R to NC-17\n~~Look at that amazing preview image, isn't it gorgeous? It was created by the incomparable @Sherenelle \n ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. No money being made.
Word Count part 2: 4,138 multi-chapter 2k3
Summary: Donatello is known as the 'go-to Turtle', the guy who can fix all sorts of things.  His role in the family takes an unexpected turn when his brothers decide to expand on his job description.
Ratings per chapter vary - R to NC-17
~~Look at that amazing preview image, isn't it gorgeous? It was created by the incomparable @Sherenelle
 ", "writing": "\tOf course, much too early the following morning, Leonardo discovered that Raphael was absent from his bedroom.\n\n\tDonatello found this out the hard way, when his slumber was interrupted by a firm hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.\n\n\t“Donny,” Leo said in a low voice. “Donny, wake up.”\n\n\t“Hmm? Umf, wha . . . ?” Don lifted his head groggily from his pillow and blinked up at his brother. “What’s wrong, did I oversleep?”\n\n\t“No, practice isn’t for another couple of hours,” Leo said. “I’m sorry to wake you, but I noticed that Raph wasn’t in his room and when I went downstairs I saw that he was in the infirmary. Is he okay?”\n\n\tThe events of the previous night came back in a flash and Don flipped over so that he could sit up, rubbing at his eyes to buy himself a minute to contrive a story.\n\n\t“I hope you didn’t wake him up,” Don said in a faintly scolding tone.\n\n\t“I didn’t,” Leo assured him. “What happened?”\n\n\t“Nothing,” Don answered. “Raph came in while I was putting the supplies away. We talked about his hands and when he might be able to use them again, and then he went to sleep.”\n\n\tIt wasn’t a lie, just a shortening of the whole story. Don was comfortable with that.\n\n\t“How did you get him to sleep though? He’s been restless and irritable since getting hurt,” Leo said.\n\n\tDon was coherent enough now to field that one without a blush. “Raph was beyond tired. He wanted to grouse about it so I let him and went about my business. I guess my moving around was soothing, or maybe boring, because the next thing I knew, he was asleep.”\n\n\t“I suppose he needed the company of a sympathetic ear to take his mind off of his hands for a while,” Leo said. He patted Don’s shoulder and walked to the door. “Go back to sleep, you don’t get enough of that either. I’ll see you at practice.”\n\n\tWhen he was gone, Don lay back down and tried to get comfortable again. Uneasy images of the previous night’s encounter with Raph kept flitting through his head and Don groaned at being unable to turn them off.\n\n\tWhat he’d done for his brother was no big deal, Don told himself. It held no meaning for either of them beyond easing Raph’s frustration level so that he could sleep. Feeling guilty for having acquiesced to such an odd request made so sense. Neither of them had taken advantage of the other and they hadn’t really done anything shameful.\n\n\tRepeating that mantra, Don finally managed to doze off.\n\n\tWhen his alarm went off two hours later, Don sighed deeply before rolling out of bed. Master Splinter and Leo liked the early morning, but the remainder of the family were all night owls. Due to that fact, most of their practice sessions were scheduled for mid-day, but at least once a week they conducted morning practice.\n\n\tThis was one such morning and the only thought on Don’s mind as he trudged downstairs was ‘coffee’.\n\n\tWhen he heard voices coming from the kitchen, especially one that was deep and a bit gravelly, Don paused in mid-stride. How the heck was he going to handle it if Raph had told the rest of the family about how Don had ‘helped’ him relax the previous evening?\n\n \tAfter a minute he decided that he’d behave exactly the way he’d been telling himself to; as if it was no big deal. If anyone wanted to make more out of it than that, Don would treat them to a biology lesson filled with enough scientific terms to make their eyes glaze over.\n\n\tSatisfied that he had a handle on the situation, Don entered the kitchen.\n\n\t“’Morning Donny,” Mikey chirped. Standing at the stove, he was the first to see the genius. “Leo made coffee. Raph said it’s so strong you can stand a spoon up in it and tastes like sludge, but at least Leo didn’t break the coffeemaker.”\n\n\t“This stuff is what you get when a tea drinker makes coffee. Drop a couple cubes of ice in the cup and it’ll be drinkable,” Raph said with a touch of humor in his voice.\n\n\tDon glanced towards the kitchen table, seeing Raph and Leo seated there, both with a steaming cup in front of them. He could tell from Leo’s expression that his brother was enjoying the jibes and realized that Raph was in a good mood.\n\n\tThat was further evidenced when Mikey set a plate piled high with hot pancakes in front of Raph and said in a teasing voice, “Want me to cut these up for you?”\n\n\t“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do,” Raph said, pushing the plate back in Mikey’s direction. “Make sure ya’ put butter and syrup on them too.”\n\n\t“Yes your highness,” Mikey responded. Despite the lightly mocking tone, Mikey carefully spread butter on each pancake, drizzling the pile with syrup before cutting it into bite sized pieces.\n\n\tMikey returned the plate to its spot in front of Raph and then handed his brother a fork, bowing as he did so.\n\n\t“Thanks Mike,” Raph said, holding the fork carefully in his left hand. “Kinda nice being waited on.”\n\n\t“Just so long as you don’t expect me to feed you too,” Mikey joked.\n\n\t“I can still manage that on my own,” Raph said good-naturedly, transferring pancake to his mouth. After he swallowed the bite, he added, “Appreciate the breakfast, bro’. Ya’ make the best pancakes.”\n\n\tMikey was back at the stove and turned to beam at Raph, obviously pleased with the compliment. “It’s the least I could do since your hands got burned while you were saving my shell.”\n\n\t“You’ve saved mine a time or two,” Raph said, talking around a mouthful of pancake. “All in a day’s work.”\n\n\t“I can’t believe the Foot would burn down one of their own warehouses in an attempt to destroy us,” Don said, taking his coffee to the table and joining his brothers. “Those crates weren’t empty; they burned up a lot of valuable merchandise.”\n\n\t“Clearly that meant nothing to them,” Leo said. “They knew the place had to look legitimate or we’d have sensed it was a trap.”\n\n\t“Still, I’ll bet Shredder wasn’t too happy about losing all of those crates and learning we’d escaped anyway,” Mikey said, setting pancakes down in front Leo and Don.\n\n\t“If Raph hadn’t lifted that burning support beam off of Mikey we might not have escaped,” Leo said, his expression darkening. “We can’t let him surprise us like that again.”\n\n\tThe image of Mikey trapped face down on the concrete floor of the warehouse, a blazing support beam on his carapace pinning him, haunted Don. If Raph hadn’t used his bare hands to raise that beam off of their brother, Mikey wouldn’t have made it.\n\n\tHaving to help Raph find a way to sleep seemed like a very small thing in comparison. It may have been an unconventional way to repay Raph for his sacrifice, but Don now felt gratified at having given in to his brother’s request.\n\n\tMikey sat down to eat and the brothers finished their breakfast together, changing the topic of their conversation to things that had nothing to do with Shredder, the Foot clan, or injuries sustained during a fight.\n\n\tWith a still healing leg wound and his hands out of commission, all Raph could do during practice was some stretching exercises. He performed these while his brothers sparred, pausing periodically to watch them.\n\n\tThe remainder of the day passed quietly enough, though as night approached Raph grew antsy, striding from one end of the lair to the other. Don was relieved when Raph accepted Leo’s invitation to play checkers with him, knowing that would be enough of a challenge to keep them both occupied for quite a while.\n\n\tDon spent a few hours in his lab, taking care of some small repairs jobs that included Mikey’s shell cell, which had been damaged during the ambush. When his eyelids started drooping, Don glanced at the clock and saw that it was after two in the morning. He decided to turn in and get some shut eye.\n\n\tAs was usually the case, the lair was quiet when Don came out of his sanctuary. On the way to his bedroom, Don noted that his brother’s doors were all closed. It appeared that Raph was able to sleep, for which Don was immensely thankful.\n\n\tThat thankfulness was erased the following day when Don came downstairs at mid-morning to find Raph in the kitchen, glowering at a bowl of cereal. Neither Leo nor Mikey were around, and the coffeepot was empty.\n\n\tDon inserted a fresh filter into the machine and asked, “Should I make enough for both of us, Raph?”\n\n\t“Yeah,” Raph answered shortly, without looking up.\n\n\tScooping coffee into the filter, Don bit back the urge to ask how Raph had slept. It was fairly apparent from his appearance that Raph was not in as good a mood as he’d been the previous morning.\n\n\tIt would have been unnatural for Don to say nothing though, so as the coffee dripped into the pot, he pulled out a chair and sat down next to his brother.\n\n\t“How do your hands feel?” Don asked as Raph stuffed a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.\n\n\t“Fine,” Raph muttered around his food.\n\n\t“And your leg?” Don pressed, hoping for more than a monosyllabic answer. \n\n\t“Good,” Raph said, still keeping his eyes on his bowl.\n\n\tThe smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. Don glanced at the pot, seeing that it was almost ready. Turning back to Raph, he looked at the healing gash on his forehead, noting that it would leave him with another scar. Raph wore each mark proudly, as if they were proof of how tough he was. No one in the family needed to see Raph’s scars to know the truth of that.\n\n\tRising, Don poured out two cups of coffee and returned to the table with them. He put a couple of scoops of sugar into Raph’s, stirring it well before passing it over to his brother. Don received a grunt as thanks, glad to have even that acknowledgment.\n\n\tAs Don prepared his own coffee for consumption, he said, “We’ll need to change your bandages today after practice.”\n\n\t“Not like I’m gonna be going anywhere,” Raph said grumpily.\n\n\tExasperated, Don blurted out, “I do wish you’d let me give you something so you . . . .”\n\n\t“I said no!” Raph yelled, forcefully shoving his chair back from the table and jumping to his feet. He stood there for a second, eyes closed as he took several deep breaths. Opening them, he glared at Don. “I ain’t gonna be dependent on some drug to ease my pain or help me sleep. Your body gets used to that shit and pretty soon ya’ think ya’ gotta have it even when there’s nothing wrong with ya’. Drop the subject, Donny boy.”\n\n\tHe picked up his coffee cup and exited the kitchen, leaving Don to stare after him.\n\n\tRaph spent a majority of their practice time kicking his punching bag. He ignored his brothers as they performed their katas, only looking over from time to time with a sour expression on his face. It took all of Don’s willpower not to remind Raph to be careful about the stiches in his thigh, knowing that would only make Raph work that leg much harder out of spitefulness.\n\n\tAs the day progressed Raph’s temper only got worse. He paced the lair like a caged animal, growling at anyone who attempted to divert his attention. Don almost cringed at the look on Raph’s face when he was reminded that his bandages needed to be changed.\n\n\tRather than raging at his brother though, Raph followed Don into the infirmary without a word. Don treated the gash on his forehead first, applying an ointment that would prevent infection and speed the healing process.\n\n\tNext he removed the wrappings from Raph’s wounded thigh. Raph was seated on the exam table, its height making it easier for Don to work because he didn’t have to bend over. As Don gently touched the skin around the stitches, Raph’s breathing changed, becoming deeper and quicker.\n\n\t“Does this hurt?” Don asked with concern, looking up. He was immediately struck with how bright his brother’s eyes seemed.\n\n\t“No,” Raph told him, his voice slightly husky.\n\n\t“You sure?” Don asked, unconvinced.\n\n\t“It’s [i]my [/i]damn leg,” Raph said. “Yeah I’m sure.”\n\n\tSince there was no unusual coloration or puffiness around the wound, Don took Raph at his word. When Don spread ointment along the length of the wound, that action drew a couple of sharp inhalations from Raph, but he didn’t complain. Don rewrapped the thigh, working quickly because Raph seemed ultra-sensitive to his touch.\n\n\tRaph didn’t have the same acute reaction when Don went to work on his hands. Don could feel his brother’s sharp gaze focused on him as he examined Raph’s palms. Each time Don glanced up, he met an unwavering golden stare which he found mildly unnerving.\n\n\t“Your hands are healing nicely,” Don said. “Can you open and close the left one for me? Slowly.”\n\n\tDoing as he was asked, Raph carefully curled his hand into a loose fist and then opened it again. Don was relieved to see that there was no tearing or pulling, and that Raph didn’t appear to have any problems performing those movements.\n\n\t“How’s it feel?” Don asked.\n\n\t“Good,” Raph answered. “Stings a little at the base of my fingers, but nothing to sweat over. What’s the prognosis on my right hand?”\n\n\t“It’s looking better too,” Don said. “Let’s not move that one too much just yet, you don’t want to tear the freshly healing skin.”\n\n\t“Remind me not to get burned again,” Raph said as Don put a light dressing over his left hand. “It takes too damn long to heal up.”\n\n\t“I doubt if you’ll need me to remind you of that,” Don said dryly. “I’m betting this is one of those memories that’s going to linger.”\n\n\t“No shit,” Raph said. There was a contemplative look in his eye that Don didn’t fail to notice.\n\n\tAs Don put a fresh dressing on Raph’s right hand, his brother returned to studying him, making no attempt to hide his perusal. After a while it became unsettling and when Don finished putting the finishing touches on the bandages, he looked Raph directly in the eye.\n\n\t“Is something else bothering you?” Don asked outright.\n\n\t“Not a thing,” Raph said in a deceptively mellow tone, resting his hands on his thighs. “You’re taking good care of me.”\n\n\tBrow furrowed, Don said, “I always do the best that I can for you guys. It helps if you’re completely honest with me about your injuries. Trying to read your mind is annoying.”\n\n\tRaph chuckled, hopping off the table. Using his left hand, he lightly patted Don’s shoulder and said, “I’ll remember that. Note to self; ya’ need something, just ask Donny. It’s nice that ya’ take the time to remind me that you’re always ready to be helpful.”\n\n\tWith those words, Raph left the infirmary. As Don cleaned up and put away the medical supplies, he wondered what was going on in Raph’s head. Raph’s laughter didn’t have a good-humored ring to it, rather, it sounding a little mocking.\n\n\tDon came out of the infirmary in time to hear Raph snap at Mikey and then yank a comic book out of his younger brother’s hands. Leo was standing in his path as Raph made for the stairs, and the ill-tempered turtle purposely shouldered his brother aside rather than going around him.\n\n\tShaking his head, Leo watched Raph climb the stairs and go into his room, slamming the door behind him. When Leo turned, he saw Don standing there, observing the tableau. Mikey had returned to the video game he was playing and Leo walked over to join Don.\n\n \t“You changed his bandages?” Leo asked.\n\n\t“Yes, and he actually sat still while I took care of that,” Don said. Then knowing what Leo really wanted to hear, he added, “Everything is healing just fine. It’s just not healing fast enough for Raph.”\n\n\tLeo glanced back up towards Raph’s room. “I wish you could find a way to get Raph to sleep again or he’s going to become unbearable.”\n\n\tDon could feel himself flush and was glad Leo wasn’t looking at him. “I can only do what he’ll let me,” he said, a hint of shame and distress in his voice.\n\n\tHis brother seemed to hear the tone and turned to face Don. “Hey, I’m not putting that on you,” he rushed to assure the genius, misinterpreting Don’s dilemma. “Raph probably wouldn’t let any of the rest of us even touch his injuries and that includes Father. You have a way with Raph and for that I’m grateful.”\n\n\tFor just a second Leo let his guard down and Don could see how anxious he was. It was yet another reminder of the burden Leo carried on his shoulders. He had probably been blaming himself for the ambush they’d walked into, no doubt condemning and second guessing the decisions he’d made.\n\n\tThe last thing the family needed right now was for Leo to go down that rabbit hole. Striving to put a cheerful note in his voice, Don said, “Keep flattering me and I’m going to raise my prices. Come on and help me pull dinner together. You can make the rice.”\n\n\tLeo smiled, seeing through Don’s ruse and appreciating the effort. “The rice cooker is one appliance I can manage not to break.”\n\n\t“Don’t let it hear you say that,” Don warned as they moved into the kitchen together.\n\n\tNo one was surprised that Raph’s disposition was in no way improved when he showed up for dinner. Don had rather hoped that he’d read himself to sleep, but it was clear that hadn’t happened. Raph ignored everyone but Master Splinter, and then only responding to him when asked a direct question.\n\n\tDon was not looking forward to an evening cooped up with a moody Raphael. Fortunately, Mikey reminded them that there was an action movie marathon on television. For the first time that day, Raph exhibited some interest, and the brothers sat down with bowls of popcorn for a family movie night.\n\n\tLeonardo was the first to leave them, making it through two movies before turning in. Halfway through the third movie, Don caught himself dozing off and decided to call it a night too. He left Raph and Mikey, who appeared to be wide awake, and gladly crawled into his bed.\n\n\tFor the second time in as many nights, Don was awakened by someone shaking him. His eyes popped open and he prepared to chew someone a new one, but swallowed the expletive that danced on his tongue when he saw Raph looming over him.\n\n\t“Come on, get up. I need your help,” Raph snapped at him.\n\n\tDon slowly sat up, dread building in his gut. “What’s wrong?”\n\n\t“Ya’ know what’s wrong,” Raph practically snarled. “I ain’t spending another night staring up at my ceiling.”\n\n\tRubbing a hand across his face, Don said patiently, “Raph, your left hand is fine now, do your business with it.”\n\n\t“You’re faster,” Raph told him flatly. “I don’t want to spend time trying to figure out how to do this with my left hand, I want to sleep. We’ll go to my room so I don’t have to move again when it’s over.”\n\n\tThough Don had the feeling he was arguing with a brick wall, he tried anyway. “You were the one who said you didn’t want to do anything that was habit forming. Besides, you’re too noisy when I’m helping you.”\n\n\tRaph snorted his annoyance. “I’ll keep it down. Mikey fell asleep on the couch and Leo’s way on the other side of your room. Neither of them will hear us. When my right hand is healed up, ya’ won’t have to deal with me anymore. Hurry up, I’m starting to feel smothered by my own skin.”\n\n\t“Fine,” Don said shortly, throwing his covers back and getting out of bed.\n\nHe trudged along behind Raph, entering his brother’s bedroom and closing the door while Raph crawled into his hammock. As a last minute thought, Don turned the lock so that they wouldn’t be accidentally discovered.\n\nBy the time he reached Raph’s side, the prone turtle had already dropped down. His cock was dark with need, the tip oozing pre-cum.\n\nDon felt obliged to make one more attempt to avoid providing his brother with a hand job. “Why don’t we do this together? You use your left hand, and I’ll guide your movements until you get the hang of doing it from a different direction.”\n\n“Fuck that,” Raph declined quickly.\n\nFeeling frustrated, Don asked, “Why are you so impatient? I’m sure it won’t take but a few minutes longer to learn a new way of getting yourself off.”\n\n“This is your own damn fault,” Raph told him, glaring at Don. “I can’t take care of business ‘cause it doesn’t feel the same as when you’re touching my dick. I can’t even get a proper boner on my own. It just works better when you’re jacking me off.”\n\n“How can it be my fault when you’re the one who came to me?” Don asked, unable to fathom his brother’s logic.\n\n“I come to ya’ to get sewn up too, should I just start doing that myself?” Raph countered.\n\nDon chose not to argue the point any longer, realizing that Raph wasn’t in a frame of mind to listen to reason. Though he had a deep sense of foreboding Don acquiesced, worried that the longer he was in Raph’s room, the more likely it was they’d get caught. Pressing his lips together, Don passed the palm of his hand across the tip of Raph’s cock, wetting it with his brother’s pre-cum.\n\nRaph’s groan of pleasure was so wanton that Don blushed. Fisting Raph’s dick, Don began to pump it, maintaining a firm grip while periodically swiping his thumb across the head.\n\n“Shit yeah,” Raph husked, his voice low and breathy. “So good, Donny. Keep going.”\n\nPre-cum squirted from Raph’s cock, slicking his shaft so that Don’s hand easily slid up and down. Remembering how Raph liked it, Don squeezed his brother’s dick a little tighter, working up to a fairly quick rhythm.\n\nDon’s concentration shifted from Raph’s cock to his brother’s face, trying to read his expressions. Raph’s eyes were almost closed, his mouth giving voice through moans, churrs, and filthy endearments of his intense pleasure.\n\nThose sounds made it hard for Don to focus on the clinical aspect of his actions. As hard as he tried to detach himself from what he was doing, each time Raph urged him on, Don felt a little dirty.\n\nSuddenly the back of Raph’s head ground against his pillow and his hips lifted. There was a distinct throbbing along his shaft, his cock growing much warmer in Don’s hand.\n\n“Fu~ck,” Raph keened, starting to shake. “Faster. F . . .fas~ter . . . .”\n\nDon had only just sped up when Raph orgasmed, cum jetting forth in waves. There seemed to be even more this time than the last, sticky whiteness splashing all over Raph’s plastron.\n\nWhen Don tried to pull his hand away, Raph’s left shot out lightning fast to grab his wrist and hold him in place, forcing Don to continue the pumping action. Jizz covered Don’s hand and splattered his forearm as Raph compelled him to maintain the milking process.\n\nFinally Raph’s hand slowed and then he released his brother. Raph’s arm slid down to his side, his body motionless save for the heavy breathing.\n\n“There’s a couple of shop towels on the weight bench,” Raph said groggily. “Thanks for helping me out again.”\n\nBy the time Don retrieved the towels, wiped off his hands and returned to the hammock, Raph was soundly asleep. For a second time, Don cleaned his brother off and repositioned his cock.\n\n“That’s it bro’, I’m not doing this again,” Don whispered. “I’ll find you some really good porn on the internet and you can darn well use your left hand.”\n\nTossing the shop towels into Raph’s dirty linens basket, Don unlocked and opened the door, turning out the light before leaving the room. Pulling the door closed, Don huffed out a sigh of relief and turned towards the bathroom.\n\nIt was then he saw Leo standing at the top of the staircase, peering questioningly at him.\n\nTBC………… \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tOf course, much too early the following morning, Leonardo discovered that Raphael was absent from his bedroom.

\tDonatello found this out the hard way, when his slumber was interrupted by a firm hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.

\t“Donny,” Leo said in a low voice.  “Donny, wake up.”

\t“Hmm?  Umf, wha . . . ?”  Don lifted his head groggily from his pillow and blinked up at his brother.  “What’s wrong, did I oversleep?”

\t“No, practice isn’t for another couple of hours,” Leo said.  “I’m sorry to wake you, but I noticed that Raph wasn’t in his room and when I went downstairs I saw that he was in the infirmary.  Is he okay?”

\tThe events of the previous night came back in a flash and Don flipped over so that he could sit up, rubbing at his eyes to buy himself a minute to contrive a story.

\t“I hope you didn’t wake him up,” Don said in a faintly scolding tone.

\t“I didn’t,” Leo assured him.  “What happened?”

\t“Nothing,” Don answered.  “Raph came in while I was putting the supplies away.  We talked about his hands and when he might be able to use them again, and then he went to sleep.”

\tIt wasn’t a lie, just a shortening of the whole story.  Don was comfortable with that.

\t“How did you get him to sleep though?  He’s been restless and irritable since getting hurt,” Leo said.

\tDon was coherent enough now to field that one without a blush.  “Raph was beyond tired.  He wanted to grouse about it so I let him and went about my business.  I guess my moving around was soothing, or maybe boring, because the next thing I knew, he was asleep.”

\t“I suppose he needed the company of a sympathetic ear to take his mind off of his hands for a while,” Leo said.  He patted Don’s shoulder and walked to the door.  “Go back to sleep, you don’t get enough of that either.  I’ll see you at practice.”

\tWhen he was gone, Don lay back down and tried to get comfortable again.  Uneasy images of the previous night’s encounter with Raph kept flitting through his head and Don groaned at being unable to turn them off.

\tWhat he’d done for his brother was no big deal, Don told himself.  It held no meaning for either of them beyond easing Raph’s frustration level so that he could sleep.  Feeling guilty for having acquiesced to such an odd request made so sense.  Neither of them had taken advantage of the other and they hadn’t really done anything shameful.

\tRepeating that mantra, Don finally managed to doze off.

\tWhen his alarm went off two hours later, Don sighed deeply before rolling out of bed.  Master Splinter and Leo liked the early morning, but the remainder of the family were all night owls.  Due to that fact, most of their practice sessions were scheduled for mid-day, but at least once a week they conducted morning practice.

\tThis was one such morning and the only thought on Don’s mind as he trudged downstairs was ‘coffee’.

\tWhen he heard voices coming from the kitchen, especially one that was deep and a bit gravelly, Don paused in mid-stride.  How the heck was he going to handle it if Raph had told the rest of the family about how Don had ‘helped’ him relax the previous evening?

 \tAfter a minute he decided that he’d behave exactly the way he’d been telling himself to; as if it was no big deal.  If anyone wanted to make more out of it than that, Don would treat them to a biology lesson filled with enough scientific terms to make their eyes glaze over.

\tSatisfied that he had a handle on the situation, Don entered the kitchen.

\t“’Morning Donny,” Mikey chirped.  Standing at the stove, he was the first to see the genius.  “Leo made coffee.  Raph said it’s so strong you can stand a spoon up in it and tastes like sludge, but at least Leo didn’t break the coffeemaker.”

\t“This stuff is what you get when a tea drinker makes coffee.  Drop a couple cubes of ice in the cup and it’ll be drinkable,” Raph said with a touch of humor in his voice.

\tDon glanced towards the kitchen table, seeing Raph and Leo seated there, both with a steaming cup in front of them.  He could tell from Leo’s expression that his brother was enjoying the jibes and realized that Raph was in a good mood.

\tThat was further evidenced when Mikey set a plate piled high with hot pancakes in front of Raph and said in a teasing voice, “Want me to cut these up for you?”

\t“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do,” Raph said, pushing the plate back in Mikey’s direction.  “Make sure ya’ put butter and syrup on them too.”

\t“Yes your highness,” Mikey responded.  Despite the lightly mocking tone, Mikey carefully spread butter on each pancake, drizzling the pile with syrup before cutting it into bite sized pieces.

\tMikey returned the plate to its spot in front of Raph and then handed his brother a fork, bowing as he did so.

\t“Thanks Mike,” Raph said, holding the fork carefully in his left hand.  “Kinda nice being waited on.”

\t“Just so long as you don’t expect me to feed you too,” Mikey joked.

\t“I can still manage that on my own,” Raph said good-naturedly, transferring pancake to his mouth.  After he swallowed the bite, he added, “Appreciate the breakfast, bro’.  Ya’ make the best pancakes.”

\tMikey was back at the stove and turned to beam at Raph, obviously pleased with the compliment.  “It’s the least I could do since your hands got burned while you were saving my shell.”

\t“You’ve saved mine a time or two,” Raph said, talking around a mouthful of pancake.  “All in a day’s work.”

\t“I can’t believe the Foot would burn down one of their own warehouses in an attempt to destroy us,” Don said, taking his coffee to the table and joining his brothers.  “Those crates weren’t empty; they burned up a lot of valuable merchandise.”

\t“Clearly that meant nothing to them,” Leo said.  “They knew the place had to look legitimate or we’d have sensed it was a trap.”

\t“Still, I’ll bet Shredder wasn’t too happy about losing all of those crates and learning we’d escaped anyway,” Mikey said, setting pancakes down in front Leo and Don.

\t“If Raph hadn’t lifted that burning support beam off of Mikey we might not have escaped,” Leo said, his expression darkening.  “We can’t let him surprise us like that again.”

\tThe image of Mikey trapped face down on the concrete floor of the warehouse, a blazing support beam on his carapace pinning him, haunted Don.  If Raph hadn’t used his bare hands to raise that beam off of their brother, Mikey wouldn’t have made it.

\tHaving to help Raph find a way to sleep seemed like a very small thing in comparison.  It may have been an unconventional way to repay Raph for his sacrifice, but Don now felt gratified at having given in to his brother’s request.

\tMikey sat down to eat and the brothers finished their breakfast together, changing the topic of their conversation to things that had nothing to do with Shredder, the Foot clan, or injuries sustained during a fight.

\tWith a still healing leg wound and his hands out of commission, all Raph could do during practice was some stretching exercises.  He performed these while his brothers sparred, pausing periodically to watch them.

\tThe remainder of the day passed quietly enough, though as night approached Raph grew antsy, striding from one end of the lair to the other.  Don was relieved when Raph accepted Leo’s invitation to play checkers with him, knowing that would be enough of a challenge to keep them both occupied for quite a while.

\tDon spent a few hours in his lab, taking care of some small repairs jobs that included Mikey’s shell cell, which had been damaged during the ambush.  When his eyelids started drooping, Don glanced at the clock and saw that it was after two in the morning.  He decided to turn in and get some shut eye.

\tAs was usually the case, the lair was quiet when Don came out of his sanctuary.  On the way to his bedroom, Don noted that his brother’s doors were all closed.  It appeared that Raph was able to sleep, for which Don was immensely thankful.

\tThat thankfulness was erased the following day when Don came downstairs at mid-morning to find Raph in the kitchen, glowering at a bowl of cereal.  Neither Leo nor Mikey were around, and the coffeepot was empty.

\tDon inserted a fresh filter into the machine and asked, “Should I make enough for both of us, Raph?”

\t“Yeah,” Raph answered shortly, without looking up.

\tScooping coffee into the filter, Don bit back the urge to ask how Raph had slept.  It was fairly apparent from his appearance that Raph was not in as good a mood as he’d been the previous morning.

\tIt would have been unnatural for Don to say nothing though, so as the coffee dripped into the pot, he pulled out a chair and sat down next to his brother.

\t“How do your hands feel?” Don asked as Raph stuffed a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

\t“Fine,” Raph muttered around his food.

\t“And your leg?” Don pressed, hoping for more than a monosyllabic answer.

\t“Good,” Raph said, still keeping his eyes on his bowl.

\tThe smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen.  Don glanced at the pot, seeing that it was almost ready.  Turning back to Raph, he looked at the healing gash on his forehead, noting that it would leave him with another scar.  Raph wore each mark proudly, as if they were proof of how tough he was.  No one in the family needed to see Raph’s scars to know the truth of that.

\tRising, Don poured out two cups of coffee and returned to the table with them.  He put a couple of scoops of sugar into Raph’s, stirring it well before passing it over to his brother.  Don received a grunt as thanks, glad to have even that acknowledgment.

\tAs Don prepared his own coffee for consumption, he said, “We’ll need to change your bandages today after practice.”

\t“Not like I’m gonna be going anywhere,” Raph said grumpily.

\tExasperated, Don blurted out, “I do wish you’d let me give you something so you . . . .”

\t“I said no!” Raph yelled, forcefully shoving his chair back from the table and jumping to his feet.  He stood there for a second, eyes closed as he took several deep breaths.  Opening them, he glared at Don.  “I ain’t gonna be dependent on some drug to ease my pain or help me sleep.  Your body gets used to that shit and pretty soon ya’ think ya’ gotta have it even when there’s nothing wrong with ya’.  Drop the subject, Donny boy.”

\tHe picked up his coffee cup and exited the kitchen, leaving Don to stare after him.

\tRaph spent a majority of their practice time kicking his punching bag.  He ignored his brothers as they performed their katas, only looking over from time to time with a sour expression on his face.  It took all of Don’s willpower not to remind Raph to be careful about the stiches in his thigh, knowing that would only make Raph work that leg much harder out of spitefulness.

\tAs the day progressed Raph’s temper only got worse.  He paced the lair like a caged animal, growling at anyone who attempted to divert his attention.  Don almost cringed at the look on Raph’s face when he was reminded that his bandages needed to be changed.

\tRather than raging at his brother though, Raph followed Don into the infirmary without a word.  Don treated the gash on his forehead first, applying an ointment that would prevent infection and speed the healing process.

\tNext he removed the wrappings from Raph’s wounded thigh.  Raph was seated on the exam table, its height making it easier for Don to work because he didn’t have to bend over.  As Don gently touched the skin around the stitches, Raph’s breathing changed, becoming deeper and quicker.

\t“Does this hurt?” Don asked with concern, looking up.  He was immediately struck with how bright his brother’s eyes seemed.

\t“No,” Raph told him, his voice slightly husky.

\t“You sure?” Don asked, unconvinced.

\t“It’s my damn leg,” Raph said.  “Yeah I’m sure.”

\tSince there was no unusual coloration or puffiness around the wound, Don took Raph at his word.  When Don spread ointment along the length of the wound, that action drew a couple of sharp inhalations from Raph, but he didn’t complain.  Don rewrapped the thigh, working quickly because Raph seemed ultra-sensitive to his touch.

\tRaph didn’t have the same acute reaction when Don went to work on his hands.  Don could feel his brother’s sharp gaze focused on him as he examined Raph’s palms.  Each time Don glanced up, he met an unwavering golden stare which he found mildly unnerving.

\t“Your hands are healing nicely,” Don said.  “Can you open and close the left one for me?  Slowly.”

\tDoing as he was asked, Raph carefully curled his hand into a loose fist and then opened it again.  Don was relieved to see that there was no tearing or pulling, and that Raph didn’t appear to have any problems performing those movements.

\t“How’s it feel?” Don asked.

\t“Good,” Raph answered.  “Stings a little at the base of my fingers, but nothing to sweat over.  What’s the prognosis on my right hand?”

\t“It’s looking better too,” Don said.  “Let’s not move that one too much just yet, you don’t want to tear the freshly healing skin.”

\t“Remind me not to get burned again,” Raph said as Don put a light dressing over his left hand.  “It takes too damn long to heal up.”

\t“I doubt if you’ll need me to remind you of that,” Don said dryly.  “I’m betting this is one of those memories that’s going to linger.”

\t“No shit,” Raph said.  There was a contemplative look in his eye that Don didn’t fail to notice.

\tAs Don put a fresh dressing on Raph’s right hand, his brother returned to studying him, making no attempt to hide his perusal.  After a while it became unsettling and when Don finished putting the finishing touches on the bandages, he looked Raph directly in the eye.

\t“Is something else bothering you?” Don asked outright.

\t“Not a thing,” Raph said in a deceptively mellow tone, resting his hands on his thighs.  “You’re taking good care of me.”

\tBrow furrowed, Don said, “I always do the best that I can for you guys.  It helps if you’re completely honest with me about your injuries.  Trying to read your mind is annoying.”

\tRaph chuckled, hopping off the table.  Using his left hand, he lightly patted Don’s shoulder and said, “I’ll remember that.  Note to self; ya’ need something, just ask Donny.  It’s nice that ya’ take the time to remind me that you’re always ready to be helpful.”

\tWith those words, Raph left the infirmary.  As Don cleaned up and put away the medical supplies, he wondered what was going on in Raph’s head.  Raph’s laughter didn’t have a good-humored ring to it, rather, it sounding a little mocking.

\tDon came out of the infirmary in time to hear Raph snap at Mikey and then yank a comic book out of his younger brother’s hands.  Leo was standing in his path as Raph made for the stairs, and the ill-tempered turtle purposely shouldered his brother aside rather than going around him.

\tShaking his head, Leo watched Raph climb the stairs and go into his room, slamming the door behind him.  When Leo turned, he saw Don standing there, observing the tableau.  Mikey had returned to the video game he was playing and Leo walked over to join Don.

 \t“You changed his bandages?” Leo asked.

\t“Yes, and he actually sat still while I took care of that,” Don said.  Then knowing what Leo really wanted to hear, he added, “Everything is healing just fine.  It’s just not healing fast enough for Raph.”

\tLeo glanced back up towards Raph’s room.  “I wish you could find a way to get Raph to sleep again or he’s going to become unbearable.”

\tDon could feel himself flush and was glad Leo wasn’t looking at him.  “I can only do what he’ll let me,” he said, a hint of shame and distress in his voice.

\tHis brother seemed to hear the tone and turned to face Don.  “Hey, I’m not putting that on you,” he rushed to assure the genius, misinterpreting Don’s dilemma.  “Raph probably wouldn’t let any of the rest of us even touch his injuries and that includes Father.  You have a way with Raph and for that I’m grateful.”

\tFor just a second Leo let his guard down and Don could see how anxious he was.  It was yet another reminder of the burden Leo carried on his shoulders.  He had probably been blaming himself for the ambush they’d walked into, no doubt condemning and second guessing the decisions he’d made.

\tThe last thing the family needed right now was for Leo to go down that rabbit hole.  Striving to put a cheerful note in his voice, Don said, “Keep flattering me and I’m going to raise my prices.  Come on and help me pull dinner together.  You can make the rice.”

\tLeo smiled, seeing through Don’s ruse and appreciating the effort.  “The rice cooker is one appliance I can manage not to break.”

\t“Don’t let it hear you say that,” Don warned as they moved into the kitchen together.

\tNo one was surprised that Raph’s disposition was in no way improved when he showed up for dinner.  Don had rather hoped that he’d read himself to sleep, but it was clear that hadn’t happened.  Raph ignored everyone but Master Splinter, and then only responding to him when asked a direct question.

\tDon was not looking forward to an evening cooped up with a moody Raphael.  Fortunately, Mikey reminded them that there was an action movie marathon on television.  For the first time that day, Raph exhibited some interest, and the brothers sat down with bowls of popcorn for a family movie night.

\tLeonardo was the first to leave them, making it through two movies before turning in.  Halfway through the third movie, Don caught himself dozing off and decided to call it a night too.  He left Raph and Mikey, who appeared to be wide awake, and gladly crawled into his bed.

\tFor the second time in as many nights, Don was awakened by someone shaking him.  His eyes popped open and he prepared to chew someone a new one, but swallowed the expletive that danced on his tongue when he saw Raph looming over him.

\t“Come on, get up.  I need your help,” Raph snapped at him.

\tDon slowly sat up, dread building in his gut.  “What’s wrong?”

\t“Ya’ know what’s wrong,” Raph practically snarled.  “I ain’t spending another night staring up at my ceiling.”

\tRubbing a hand across his face, Don said patiently, “Raph, your left hand is fine now, do your business with it.”

\t“You’re faster,” Raph told him flatly.  “I don’t want to spend time trying to figure out how to do this with my left hand, I want to sleep.  We’ll go to my room so I don’t have to move again when it’s over.”

\tThough Don had the feeling he was arguing with a brick wall, he tried anyway.  “You were the one who said you didn’t want to do anything that was habit forming.  Besides, you’re too noisy when I’m helping you.”

\tRaph snorted his annoyance.  “I’ll keep it down.  Mikey fell asleep on the couch and Leo’s way on the other side of your room.  Neither of them will hear us.  When my right hand is healed up, ya’ won’t have to deal with me anymore.  Hurry up, I’m starting to feel smothered by my own skin.”

\t“Fine,” Don said shortly, throwing his covers back and getting out of bed.

He trudged along behind Raph, entering his brother’s bedroom and closing the door while Raph crawled into his hammock.  As a last minute thought, Don turned the lock so that they wouldn’t be accidentally discovered.

By the time he reached Raph’s side, the prone turtle had already dropped down.  His cock was dark with need, the tip oozing pre-cum.

Don felt obliged to make one more attempt to avoid providing his brother with a hand job.  “Why don’t we do this together?  You use your left hand, and I’ll guide your movements until you get the hang of doing it from a different direction.”

“Fuck that,” Raph declined quickly.

Feeling frustrated, Don asked, “Why are you so impatient?  I’m sure it won’t take but a few minutes longer to learn a new way of getting yourself off.”

“This is your own damn fault,” Raph told him, glaring at Don.  “I can’t take care of business ‘cause it doesn’t feel the same as when you’re touching my dick.  I can’t even get a proper boner on my own.  It just works better when you’re jacking me off.”

“How can it be my fault when you’re the one who came to me?” Don asked, unable to fathom his brother’s logic.

“I come to ya’ to get sewn up too, should I just start doing that myself?” Raph countered.

Don chose not to argue the point any longer, realizing that Raph wasn’t in a frame of mind to listen to reason.  Though he had a deep sense of foreboding Don acquiesced, worried that the longer he was in Raph’s room, the more likely it was they’d get caught.  Pressing his lips together, Don passed the palm of his hand across the tip of Raph’s cock, wetting it with his brother’s pre-cum.

Raph’s groan of pleasure was so wanton that Don blushed.  Fisting Raph’s dick, Don began to pump it, maintaining a firm grip while periodically swiping his thumb across the head.

“Shit yeah,” Raph husked, his voice low and breathy.  “So good, Donny.  Keep going.”

Pre-cum squirted from Raph’s cock, slicking his shaft so that Don’s hand easily slid up and down.  Remembering how Raph liked it, Don squeezed his brother’s dick a little tighter, working up to a fairly quick rhythm.

Don’s concentration shifted from Raph’s cock to his brother’s face, trying to read his expressions.  Raph’s eyes were almost closed, his mouth giving voice through moans, churrs, and filthy endearments of his intense pleasure.

Those sounds made it hard for Don to focus on the clinical aspect of his actions.  As hard as he tried to detach himself from what he was doing, each time Raph urged him on, Don felt a little dirty.

Suddenly the back of Raph’s head ground against his pillow and his hips lifted.  There was a distinct throbbing along his shaft, his cock growing much warmer in Don’s hand.

“Fu~ck,” Raph keened, starting to shake.  “Faster.  F . . .fas~ter . . . .”

Don had only just sped up when Raph orgasmed, cum jetting forth in waves.  There seemed to be even more this time than the last, sticky whiteness splashing all over Raph’s plastron.

When Don tried to pull his hand away, Raph’s left shot out lightning fast to grab his wrist and hold him in place, forcing Don to continue the pumping action.  Jizz covered Don’s hand and splattered his forearm as Raph compelled him to maintain the milking process.

Finally Raph’s hand slowed and then he released his brother.  Raph’s arm slid down to his side, his body motionless save for the heavy breathing.

“There’s a couple of shop towels on the weight bench,” Raph said groggily.  “Thanks for helping me out again.”

By the time Don retrieved the towels, wiped off his hands and returned to the hammock, Raph was soundly asleep.  For a second time, Don cleaned his brother off and repositioned his cock.

“That’s it bro’, I’m not doing this again,” Don whispered.  “I’ll find you some really good porn on the internet and you can darn well use your left hand.”

Tossing the shop towels into Raph’s dirty linens basket, Don unlocked and opened the door, turning out the light before leaving the room.  Pulling the door closed, Don huffed out a sigh of relief and turned towards the bathroom.

It was then he saw Leo standing at the top of the staircase, peering questioningly at him.

TBC…………

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