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Word Count part 3: 5,565 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": "\tThe two brothers stared at each other in what could only be termed as shocked surprise. After a second, Leo stepped onto the landing and began walking purposefully towards Don.\n\n\tBefore Leo could do more than open his mouth to speak, Don shushed him. “Keep your voice down,” Don whispered.\n\n\tLeo drew close to him so that he wouldn’t have to speak loudly. As Don waited for the first question, he saw Leo’s nostrils suddenly flare.\n\n\tGaping at Don, Leo began, “What . . . ?”\n\n\tDon didn’t give him time to finish, instead striding past his brother. Spinning on his heels, Leo caught up to the genius.\n\n\t“Where are you going?” Leo whispered in a demanding tone.\n\n\t“Bathroom,” Don hissed without slowing down.\n\n\tDon should have known he’d get caught. This was not a home where anyone could keep secrets for long. In some ways he was glad to have it out in the open; maybe then he could rid himself of some of the shame.\n\n\tWhen Don entered the bathroom, Leo went in with him and shut the door. Don immediately began scrubbing his hands and arms with soap, lathering his skin all the way up to his elbows.\n\n\t“What did you do? That smell . . . .” Leo said, his voice low and intense. It cracked a little at the end, as though the rest of what he wanted to say refused to come out.\n\n\tStill scrubbing, Don snapped, “I helped Raph get to sleep, just like you wanted.”\n\n\t“By doing what exactly?” Leo asked, his eyes wide. “I certainly didn’t expect you to help him by any means necessary.”\n\n\t“If you had another solution you weren’t being very quick about sharing it with me,” Don retorted. “This was Raph’s suggestion anyway, not mine. When he’s not injured, Raph can use either of his hands for most things, but he normally uses his right hand to masturbate. Trying to switch to his left was too awkward and he wasn’t taking care of himself. That’s why he hasn’t been sleeping; he tried to do it alone but it hurt and he’s been frustrated.”\n\n\t“He asked you to help him masturbate?” Leo asked incredulously. “Was this the first time?”\n\n\tDon rinsed the soap off of himself and grabbed a towel. “No,” he responded flatly. “He came to me for the first time night before last.”\n\n\t“I wondered why he was in such a good mood yesterday,” Leo said. “Donny, why didn’t you tell me about it? That’s a very private thing he asked you to do. Was there no alternative?”\n\n\t“What alternative?” Don countered. “I didn’t tell you because it was between Raph and me. Call it a doctor and patient thing if it’ll make you feel better.”\n\n\t“He could have gone to Sensei. Master Splinter would have found a spiritual way to help Raph relax,” Leo said.\n\nDon snorted. “When Raph’s aggravated he’s about as spiritual as my left foot. There’s no way he would have let Father see his weakness and you know that. The night Raph got injured he allowed me to use localized pain killers and a sedative only because I insisted that hearing him grunt and having him tense up every time I touched him would cause me undue stress.\n\n\t“The next day he only accepted the localized pain injections and completely refused any sleep aides. The day after that Raph wouldn’t let me give him anything at all. If he hadn’t been desperate he wouldn’t have come to me. He doesn’t need to be made to feel as though he did something wrong, either. I’m the one who always patches him up when he’s hurt and he should be able to trust me with anything,” Don finished adamantly.\n\n\tDon didn’t know exactly why having Leo confront him on this issue angered him, but it did. Maybe he was just feeling defensive over the idea that Leo was questioning his judgment. Helping his brothers heal up after being hurt was Don’s job and that included every aspect of their recovery.\n\n\t“You have to admit this is somewhat out of the bounds of what one could practically call medical assistance,” Leo asserted.\n\n\t“From exactly which medical journal did you ascertain your knowledge?” Don asked sharply, placing the towel on the rack and turning to face his brother. “Did you know that the endorphins released after an orgasm can inhibit the transmission of pain signals? That these endorphins are a naturally produced morphine? Did you know that orgasms also trigger the release of oxytocin which helps you relax enough to be able to sleep?”\n\n\t“All of that may be true,” Leo said, standing his ground, “but that doesn’t mean you should be Raph’s surrogate hand.”\n\n\t“Why not?” Don demanded. “It wouldn’t be the first time I handled a brother’s penis. Remember when Mikey insisted that he couldn’t waste the leftover pizza, even though I told him it was covered in cladosporium? He was so sick with food poisoning he couldn’t get out of bed and I had to help him urinate into a bed pan.\n\n\t“Then there’s you,” Don continued, happy to see that Leo was beginning to look disconcerted. “There was that horrible time when the Shredder nearly killed you and you were in and out of consciousness for days. I had to insert a urinary catheter into your penis so that you could urinate. Would you like me to tell you how your private parts reacted to being handled by me?”\n\n\tLeo laughed nervously. “You know Donny, when you think you’re right you can be pretty relentless. Look, when I came out of my room to check on everyone I heard the sounds Raph was making and thought he was taking care of himself. I saw that your door was shut and hoped he wouldn’t wake you. Put yourself in my place. You have to admit that never in a million years would you expect to learn that one of us was helping another to get off.”\n\n\t“And I would never have expected to be asked to perform that function,” Don said, his tone softening. “I understand, Leo. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I actually did that for Raph. But honestly, I’d do anything for you guys and that’s why I finally told him yes. He [i]needed [/i]my help, how could I turn down such a simple request? Just because it’s awkward? He’s my brother.”\n\n\t“Most brothers don’t do that with each other,” Leo said.\n\n\t“How would you know?” Don parried. “We have no experience with the outside world; with how siblings behave with one another. I read somewhere that most siblings become curious about each other’s bodies at some point and that can lead to some harmless exploration. We did the same when we were little, or had you forgotten?”\n\n\t“All we did was look and maybe a quick touch,” Leo said. “I’ve never thought much about it because it didn’t mean anything.”\n\n\t“Neither does this,” Don said, happy that Leo had proven his point for him. “Raph’s hands are healing nicely. By tomorrow the bandaging should be off of his left hand and he can do most things for himself. He shouldn’t be nearly as frustrated or impatient and he’ll be able to take care of his own business.”\n\n\t“You won’t be performing that [i]medical [/i]procedure again?” Leo asked with a hint of humor in his voice.\n\n\tDon’s explanation had been rational and he was glad to hear the change in Leo’s tone, knowing that meant Leo would no longer argue with him over what he’d done.\n\n\t“Last time,” Don assured him. “Just please do me a favor, don’t let Raph hurt himself like that in the future. He’s nearly impossible to live with afterwards.”\n\n\tThe amusement was instantly gone from Leo’s expression and Don immediately regretted what he’d said. He’d been so relieved that Leo had accepted what he’d done that he’d forgotten to watch his words.\n\n \t“I never want any of you to be hurt during a mission,” Leo said, sounding bitter. “I should have anticipated that we could have been walking into a trap.”\n\n\t“We’ve told you before that you can’t anticipate everything and you can’t plan for the unforeseen,” Don replied quickly. “If it was possible to do that, we wouldn’t have to train so hard to be able to respond to changing situations. The rigorous exercises you put us through, all of the details of every mission that you review with us; this is what keeps us alive. You should be proud of how effective you are as a leader.”\n\n\t“I’m so effective that Raph came close to losing the use of his hands and Mikey was nearly burned alive,” Leo said morosely.\n\n\t“That didn’t happen,” Don said, his tone firm. “They both reacted swiftly to the collapse and neither are the worse for wear. Blaming yourself for this stuff will only give you the kind of nervous strain that you don’t really need. Actually, you shouldn’t be prowling the lair right now, you should be in bed asleep.”\n\n\t“I’m heading there now,” Leo assured him. He started to open the door but stopped to glance back at Don, a frown on his face as though he’d had another thought. “Donny, Raph didn’t . . . bully you into doing that for him, did he? You didn’t feel compelled to help him against your will?”\n\n\tDon hesitated for a millisecond before answering. He wanted to be truthful but was also concerned about adding any more guilt to Leo’s already overtaxed sensibilities.\n\n\t“No he didn’t,” Don finally said. “I can’t say that was my first option for helping him out, but we both know how Raph is about sedatives. He’d rather suffer than give up any kind of control over himself. Besides, how easy do you think it is to bully me?”\n\n\tLeo smiled. “Not very. You are one stubborn turtle, Donatello. I’m going to bed. Are you?”\n\n\t“Right behind you, bro’,” Don said, turning out the light as they left the bathroom.\n\n\tDon slept soundly late into the morning. Having the opportunity to discuss what he’d done for Raph had lifted the sordid feeling from the act. Breaking it down so clinically helped Don view those interludes with the medical detachment he’d been trying to assign them from the beginning.\n\n\tThe next day Don was gratified to see that Raphael was once again in a pleasant and calm mood. Though the concept that Leo might talk to Raph about what had happened hadn’t occurred to the genius the night before, it did as soon as he saw them together at breakfast.\n\n\tFortunately, Leo didn’t seem inclined to bring it up. Don figured that his oldest brother had decided to leave well enough alone, no doubt as happy to find Raph in an amenable state of mind as any of them were.\n\n\tRaph grew even more agreeable when Don told him he could use his left hand to practice with his sai. After Don applied some ointment to a couple of still tender spots on Raph’s palm and added extra padding under the dressing, he sent his brother off to the dojo to work out.\n\n\tA couple of hours later Don found Raph hitting his punching bag with his left fist and had to remind him to take it easy. Raph merely winked at him and went back to the business of pummeling the bag, though he did stop trying to hit it quite so hard. Thankful for that, Don didn’t say another word.\n\n\tTowards evening, Don removed the dressing from Raph’s left hand completely. “This does not mean you can go nuts with this hand,” Don told him warningly.\n\n\tAfter opening and closing his hand a few times, a corner of Raph’s mouth lifted into a cocky grin. “Damn this feels good. Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna take a chance on fucking it up again.”\n\n\tAs he was putting away the ointment, Don kept his eyes averted as he asked, “Um, Raph, how does Leo seem to you?”\n\n\tRaph had started to leave the infirmary but stopped at the question and walked back over to where Don stood. “Seems like his usual tight ass self. Why?”\n\n\tDon made a face, showing his dissatisfaction. “I think he’s obsessing over the Foot ambush,” he said. “He’s been getting up really early and spending a lot of time in the dojo. That’s not a good sign.”\n\n\tResting his hip against the exam table, Raph leaned in, catching Don’s eyes. “I ain’t great at picking up on that subtle shit, Donny. I only notice when Leo starts to get on my nerves more than usual. If ya’ want confirmation that he’s about to go all guilt trip over our getting our asses handed to us, talk to Mikey. Ya’ know he’ll have already noticed.”\n\n\t“Thanks, I will,” Don said with a sense of relief.\n\n\tHe was surprised when Raph reached out to squeeze his forearm reassuringly before leaving. Raph wasn’t normally a tactile person; he reacted physically only when angered or immensely relieved. Don decided that the show of support was in direct response to regaining the use of his hand.\n\n\tAfter dinner that night Casey Jones showed up at the lair to watch a televised hockey game with Raph. He brought with him a six pack of beer, shoving it into the refrigerator after greeting his turtle friends.\n\n\tMost of that beer went down Casey’s throat. Raph never imbibed much; his feelings with regard to alcohol mirrored his opinion on drugs. He insisted on having a clear head at all times, remembering all too well those occasions when he been knocked out and captured.\n\n\tNevertheless, the one beer he did drink left him relaxed and when the game ended, Raph headed off to his bed looking both content and drowsy. Casey curled up on the couch to sleep it off, knowing the house rules about drinking and driving.\n\n\tIt wasn’t much later than that when Don turned in. He paused on his way past Raph’s door, the sounds of his brother’s snores making him sigh with relief.\n\n\tThe day after that passed in much the same manner. Though Raph was still down to using only one hand, he and Leo agreed on some no contact weapons sparring. To make the challenge more interesting, Mikey tied each of their right hands behind their shells, attaching the bindings on their wrists to their belts.\n\n\tMikey and Don sat on the sidelines to watch. Raph fought with his usual ferocity and Don was glad he’d insisted on padding his brother’s barely healed palm again.\n\n\tAfter observing them for several minutes and noticing how fiercely concentrated Leo seemed to be, Don recalled his conversation with Raph from the day before. \n\n\tKeeping his voice down, Don asked, “Mikey, is Leo . . . ?”\n\n\t“Yep,” Mikey answered before Don could finish asking the question. “He’s major league uptight. He doesn’t like being outmaneuvered in a fight and you gotta admit the Foot tricked us big time.”\n\n\t“How do we stop it before it gets worse?” Don asked, his eyes following his sparring brothers.\n\n\tMikey shrugged. “Seeing Raph back in action helps. We can’t do much more than that ‘cause Leo’s decided that the responsibility is all his. He’ll probably have to take it a step too far and then he’ll remember he’s being his own worst enemy again. It’s his pattern, dude.”\n\n\t“He needs a new one,” Don said dryly.\n\n\tHis younger brother chuckled. “Chillax bro’. You know how he operates, so no surprises. Keep your head down, practice hard whenever Leo’s around and go on dreaming up some new inventions in your free time. As long as we aren’t going out on patrols, you don’t have to worry about taking care of any of us.”\n\n\t[i]“I hope not,” [/i]flashed through Don’s mind, but he kept it to himself. Certain things in his past were best left filed away for good.\n\n\tJust when Don thought there was going to be another peaceful end to the day, the evening news broadcast ruined everyone’s mood. According to the anchorman, gang crime had peaked again, after a new monthly low.\n\n\t“Goddamn Foot,” Raph snarled, jumping up from the couch to pace. “The minute we ain’t around, both they and the Purple Dragons think they got everything their own way. You know what we gotta do? We gotta smack them down for good!”\n\n\t“We’ll deal with it,” Leo said without moving. “When we’re ready, we’ll remind them that this is our city.”\n\n\tRaph stopped moving to glare at his brother. “When [i]we’re[/i] ready? When is that gonna be, Fearless? Sometime this year?”\n\n\t“You can’t use your right hand and your leg is still messed up Raphie,” Mikey said in an even tone. “Should we rush into a fight without you at a hundred percent?”\n\n\t“Shit, I hate waiting around,” Raph snapped at no one in particular.\n\n\t“Watch your language my son,” Master Splinter admonished him.\n\n\t“How about a bowl of ice cream?” Mikey offered. “I’ll sprinkle chocolate chips on top.”\n\n\t“I don’t want any ice cream. I’m going to bed,” Raph said before stomping off.\n\n\tHe was barely out of sight before Leo got up to go to the dojo. Almost at once the rest of the family could hear him begin practicing.\n\n\t“Great,” Don murmured before excusing himself and making straight for his lab.\n\n\tDon remained in that domain until late. When he deemed it safe, he tiptoed up the stairs so as not to alert anyone to his presence.\n\n\tOnce more he paused to listen at Raph’s door. This time all was silent; no snoring to tell him that Raph was sleeping. With a grimace, Don looked towards his room, debating on whether he should try for his bed. A muttered profanity from behind the closed door decided that for him and Don made a beeline back to his lab. He spent the remainder of the night on his daybed.\n\n\tOther than showing up for practice, Don tried to stay out of sight the following day. Though he could avoid his family by burying himself in work, there was one brother he had to interact with at least once. Unfortunately, it was the brother he was most worried about being around.\n\n\tIt was easy to see that Raph was in a foul humor. Don steeled himself for the encounter before approaching him and when Raph looked up with daggers in his eyes, Don said as calmly as he could manage, “It’s time for a wound check. I’ll be waiting for you in the infirmary.”\n\n\tHe turned around and walked away before Raph could reply. Don could almost feel his brother’s sharp golden gaze boring into him as he resolutely entered the infirmary and began gathering the supplies he required.\n\n\tRaph made hardly a sound as he walked over to the exam table and hopped up onto it. While Don performed a cursory check of the wound on Raph’s forehead, noting with satisfaction that it was scabbing over, his brother simply stared at him.\n\n\tDon then worked on Raph’s right hand. After removing the gauze wrapping, Don examined the skin on his palm and fingers, glad that all of the blisters were now gone.\n\n\t“Does it itch?” Don asked, peeking up at his brother.\n\n\t“Sure, but I ain’t scratching it,” Raph said. “I know the drill.”\n\n\t“Spread your fingers apart slowly,” Don instructed, watching Raph’s skin expand and contract with his movements. \n\nIt was obvious there would be some scarring, but thanks to the healing properties of the alien ooze in their blood, those scars were superficial.\n\n“Not much longer for this hand,” Don announced.\n\n“Good,” Raph said as Don applied ointment and fresh gauze. “I’m ready to exact some payback for this shit.”\n\nDon stopped working, though he retained his hold on Raph’s hand. “Could you please quit talking like that?” he asked, not bothering to contain his exasperation. “’Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled’. Wallowing in those kinds of thoughts isn’t healthy.”\n\n“Yeah? Well I can quote stuff too,” Raph said. “Like this one from Muhammad Ali ‘I’m a fighter. I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business. I got no respect for a man who won’t hit back.’”\n\n“We’ll hit back,” Don assured him, “but not by rushing headlong into something without any kind of strategy at all. When you act rashly, you put all of us in danger. Grousing about what happened to us and what you want to do about it is stressing Leo out, or can’t you see that?”\n\nThere was an almost imperceptible change in Raph’s expression. “Ya’ sure have been worried a lot about Leo lately. Are ya’ doing anything about it?”\n\n“Yes,” Don said as he released Raph’s hand. “I’m trying to get you to stop making him feel guiltier than he already does.”\n\n“Ya’ asking me for that as a favor?” Raph asked.\n\nDon missed the calculating look on Raph’s face as he asked the question because he had turned his attention to his brother’s injured thigh.\n\n“If that’s what you need to call it to save your pride, then yes,” Don replied. “Please do it as a favor to me.”\n\nRemembering how sensitive Raph had been the last time Don worked on his leg wound, the family doctor took extra care not to make contact with his brother’s skin while unwinding the wrappings from his thigh. Once the stitches were revealed, Don handled Raph’s leg as gently as possible.\n\n Even so, when Don touched the area around the wound, Raph’s breath hitched.\n\n“Raph?” Don asked with concern.\n\n“It doesn’t hurt,” Raph said, answering the unasked question. “My skin just gets kind of twitchy when ya’ touch me.”\n\n“Sorry about that,” Don said, returning to his task. “I’m checking to make sure your leg doesn’t feel hot because that’s a sign of infection. Though from the looks of things, I’ll be taking these stitches out tomorrow, right on schedule. I’ll leave the bandages off, they’re no longer necessary.”\n\nReaching for the ointment, Don carefully squeezed some onto Raph’s leg. With the lightest possible touch, he began to smooth it between the stitches.\n\nHis head down, Don heard Raph inhale deeply, feeling the puff of his brother’s warm breath against the back of his neck. He assumed Raph was growing impatient until Raph addressed a question to him.\n\n“Hey Donny, ya’ ever think about stuff?” Raph asked.\n\n“I think about a lot of stuff,” Don said mirthfully. “Exactly to what ‘stuff’ are you referring?”\n\n“Ya’ know, like having someone who can take care of your needs,” Raph answered.\n\nDon straightened to find Raph’s eyes boring into him. The look was almost speculative and made Don just a little uncomfortable. He was pretty sure he knew what had prompted Raph’s query, and though the subject was a troubling one, avoiding delicate topics wasn’t in Don’s nature.\n\n“I suppose you mean as opposed to always using your hand?” Don asked.\n\n“Yeah, like that,” Raph acknowledged.\n\n\tPutting the cap back on the ointment, Don said, “I don’t waste much time thinking about things that aren’t going to happen. To me, that’s an exercise much like a hamster running on a wheel. It doesn’t take you anywhere.”\n\n\t“I get what you’re saying. I suppose that’s the best way to look at it,” Raph said, sounding thoughtful.\n\n\t“Why torture yourself? It’s bad enough that Leo spends so much of his time worrying about what he might have or could have done,” Don said.\n\n\t“Again with Leo,” Raph said, sounding gruff.\n\n\tExhaling to release his annoyance, Don said, “Do you suppose there will come a day when the two of you are not at odds with one another?”\n\n\tRaph stepped down from the exam table, his grin more like a baring of teeth than anything to do with humor. “I can do better than that, I can give ya’ an exact time. When hell freezes over.”\n\n\tHe strode out of the infirmary, leaving Don with a feeling of discontent. There seemed to have been an entire layer of subtext in all of Raph’s words and actions and Donatello did not like the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach because of it.\n\n\tDon’s apprehension didn’t subside as the day ran on. Working was the only thing that helped so Don lost himself in the task of modifying a set of cameras he planned to install in the tunnels.\n\n\tA tap on his door made Don look up at the clock, noting that it was getting late. Mikey opened the door without waiting for a reply to his knock and frowned at Don.\n\n\t“You missed dinner,” Mikey told him.\n\n\t“I’ll grab something later if I get hungry,” Don said as he reached for a screwdriver.\n\n\tThe sound of raised voices drifted in from the lair and Don glanced up at his brother.\n\n\t“Raph and Leo are going at it again,” Mikey said, though that was fairly self-evident.\n\n\t“So much for the favor Raph was going to do for me,” Don grumbled.\n\n\t“What favor?” Mikey asked.\n\n\t“Nothing,” Don said, shaking his head. “I wanted him to lay off Leo for a while, but I should have known better than to ask.”\n\n\t“You sure should have,” Mikey said before ducking back out of the room.\n\n\tDon had no idea how much time passed after that, but if something had happened that he needed to know about, he was sure Mikey would have come and told him. Since he heard no more from his family, Don forgot about their squabbles.\n\n\tUntil his door was once more opened and Don looked up to see Raph standing there.\n\n\tSitting back in his chair, Don watched as Raph shut the door and then scowled when his brother engaged the lock. \n\n\t“Unless you’re bleeding, go back to bed,” Don told him.\n\n\tRaph scrutinized him, his eyes holding the same feverish brightness that Don was becoming much too familiar with. “I can’t sleep. Ya’ gotta help me out.”\n\n\t“No I don’t,” Don said, growing aggravated. “Use your own hand, there’s nothing wrong with it.”\n\n“That ain’t good enough,” Raph growled in response. “I want more.”\n\n“What the heck does that mean?” Don asked, staring at his brother.\n\nDon stood up as Raph came towards him, looking almost menacing. “Ya’ remember what we talked about today? About how having someone to take care of our needs ain’t gonna happen? I think you’re wrong about that. I think we can do this stuff for each other.”\n\nGaping at him, Don asked, “Are you talking about having sex with your brothers?”\n\n“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Raph said, tightening his lips. He stood still, a few feet from Don, and a quiver ran over his body before he started to speak again. “Like ya’ said, I got no chance for a real relationship. Even if I did, I don’t know that I’d want to drag anyone down here, into the life we lead. But the four of us, we’re already here, so I don’t know why we can’t help each other out.”\n\n“Because that isn’t an acceptable thing for brothers to do,” Don said.\n\n“Says who?” Raph demanded. “We’re mutant turtles for fuck’s sake. If we’d never been mutated the kid who bought us would have stuck us in a little glass case and it wouldn’t have been long before we were screwing each other. I looked it up. Male turtles don’t give a crap if another turtle is male or his brother. When the need strikes, they act on it. Sex is a need Donny, just like any other.”\n\nDon swallowed thickly, reacting as he always did to the sound of pain in any of his brother’s voices. He could feel his resolve weakening as he tried one more argument.\n\n“The fact remains that we were mutated,” Don said. He knew his voice no longer sounded firm and now had an almost pleading quality to it. “We’re sentient, we have the ability to think things through.”\n\n“I ain’t been doing nothing [i]but [/i]thinking about this,” Raph said. “The idea that I ain’t ever gonna experience real sex is driving me crazy. If I don’t get some relief, I swear I’m gonna take off topside and run until I collapse.”\n\n“Don’t you dare,” Don said quickly. “That’s stupid and foolhardy.”\n\nRaph’s eyes bore into him. “Are ya’ gonna help me out or what?”\n\nDon clenched his fists, feeling as if he’d been backed into a corner. “Okay. We’ll go to the infirmary so I can wash my hands afterwards.”\n\nShaking his head, Raph laughed shortly. “I said I want more. I’m way past just needing your hand.”\n\n“If you’re talking penetration, that’s not happening,” Don said with a touch of panic.\n\n“We ain’t gotta go that far. I got something else in mind,” Raph said.\n\nHe started walking forward again, forcing Don to retreat. When the backs of Don’s knees made contact with the daybed, he stopped.\n\n“Raph . . . .” Don began, a warning in his voice.\n\n“Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bed,” Raph ordered, his eyes gleaming.\n\nDon bit his lip as he hesitated. It was easy to see that Raph was strung tight, his muscles knotted up, and his breathing off. The bulge in his plastron was more than noticeable because the software cartilage between Raph’s legs had already started to spread open.\n\n“Ya’ can keep your tail tucked in tight over your asshole if that’ll make ya’ feel better,” Raph said. “I ain’t gonna force ya’, Donny. Say no and I’ll take off.”\n\nThe intimation was there, lingering in the air between them. Don had a choice, he didn’t have to do this. If he refused, Raph was probably going above ground to look for some heads to bust open, whether he could use both hands or not.\n\nVery slowly, Don turned and bent over to grip the mattress. His tail automatically moved down to protect his entrance, almost sure that he could feel Raph’s gaze touching that private area.\n\n“Pull your feet together,” Raph directed. “Bring your thighs in close to each other.”\n\nAs Don did as instructed, he heard a squelching sound and knew that Raph was stroking himself, using his own natural lubrication. A second later, he felt Raph’s body heat as his brother pressed in close, his plastron touching Don’s butt.\n\nRaph pushed his swollen cock between Don’s thighs, groaning as his shaft was massaged by his brother’s flesh.\n\n“Damn that feels good,” Raph husked. “Come on, wrap your hand around my dick and squeeze your legs together.”\n\nDon’s mouth twisted in distaste, but he complied, his fist pressed against his thighs as he held onto Raph’s cock.\n\nWith a long exhale, Raph began to thrust, as though he was actually fucking Don. Rocking back and forth, Raph grunted out his pleasure, panting and churring the whole while. He clutched the edges of Don’s carapace to hold him still, his stiff length gliding along his brother’s inner thighs.\n\n“Uhh . . . uhh . . . shit . . . uhh . . . ngh . . . fuck,” Raph chanted as he moved, the erotic sounds echoing inside Don’s lab.\n\nPre-cum spurted from the tip of Raph’s penis, painting Don’s fist with wet stripes each time the dark head peeked out from between Don’s fingers. Don was practically lifted onto his toes each time Raph surged forward, his movements coming faster and harder as he climbed towards his climax.\n\nDon tried to think of anything other than what was happening to him. He’d made the right choice, he told himself, protecting Raph from doing something foolish. Protecting his brothers too, because they would have all had to go out to try and bring Raph back before he stirred up trouble.\n\n“Oh shit . . . shit . . . good, good . . . uhh . . . ssssss . . . damn! Here I go!” Raph yelled, plunging forward so hard he nearly knocked Don over.\n\nHis cum jetted into Don’s hand and down the front of his legs. Raph pulled back just a little and thrust forward again, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible. Hot cum splattered the insides of Don’s thighs, the sensation unpleasant.\n\nAfter a bit his movements stopped and he draped himself over Don’s carapace, breathing hard. Don remained where he was, his hand still circling Raph’s cock, though he could feel it beginning to deflate.\n\nRaph finally backed away from Don, who stood up and turned to look at his brother. Yawning, Raph tucked his cock back into its protective pocket, his entire body now appearing thoroughly relaxed.\n\n“Thanks bro’,” Raph said, a contented smile on his face. He yawned again. “Gotta head up to bed or I’m gonna pass out right here. That was fucking awesome. Did I ever tell ya’ that you’re a damn fine sport? Ain’t nobody better than ya’, Donny.”\n\nHe didn’t wait for a response, strolling out of the lab as though totally at peace.\n\nDon stayed where he was, too stunned to move, the sticky mess Raph had left on his body slowly drying.\n\nTBC………….\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThe two brothers stared at each other in what could only be termed as shocked surprise.  After a second, Leo stepped onto the landing and began walking purposefully towards Don.

\tBefore Leo could do more than open his mouth to speak, Don shushed him.  “Keep your voice down,” Don whispered.

\tLeo drew close to him so that he wouldn’t have to speak loudly.  As Don waited for the first question, he saw Leo’s nostrils suddenly flare.

\tGaping at Don, Leo began, “What . . . ?”

\tDon didn’t give him time to finish, instead striding past his brother.  Spinning on his heels, Leo caught up to the genius.

\t“Where are you going?” Leo whispered in a demanding tone.

\t“Bathroom,” Don hissed without slowing down.

\tDon should have known he’d get caught.  This was not a home where anyone could keep secrets for long.  In some ways he was glad to have it out in the open; maybe then he could rid himself of some of the shame.

\tWhen Don entered the bathroom, Leo went in with him and shut the door.  Don immediately began scrubbing his hands and arms with soap, lathering his skin all the way up to his elbows.

\t“What did you do?  That smell . . . .” Leo said, his voice low and intense.  It cracked a little at the end, as though the rest of what he wanted to say refused to come out.

\tStill scrubbing, Don snapped, “I helped Raph get to sleep, just like you wanted.”

\t“By doing what exactly?” Leo asked, his eyes wide.  “I certainly didn’t expect you to help him by any means necessary.”

\t“If you had another solution you weren’t being very quick about sharing it with me,” Don retorted.  “This was Raph’s suggestion anyway, not mine.  When he’s not injured, Raph can use either of his hands for most things, but he normally uses his right hand to masturbate.  Trying to switch to his left was too awkward and he wasn’t taking care of himself.  That’s why he hasn’t been sleeping; he tried to do it alone but it hurt and he’s been frustrated.”

\t“He asked you to help him masturbate?” Leo asked incredulously.  “Was this the first time?”

\tDon rinsed the soap off of himself and grabbed a towel.  “No,” he responded flatly.  “He came to me for the first time night before last.”

\t“I wondered why he was in such a good mood yesterday,” Leo said.  “Donny, why didn’t you tell me about it?  That’s a very private thing he asked you to do.  Was there no alternative?”

\t“What alternative?” Don countered.  “I didn’t tell you because it was between Raph and me.  Call it a doctor and patient thing if it’ll make you feel better.”

\t“He could have gone to Sensei.  Master Splinter would have found a spiritual way to help Raph relax,” Leo said.

Don snorted.  “When Raph’s aggravated he’s about as spiritual as my left foot.  There’s no way he would have let Father see his weakness and you know that.  The night Raph got injured he allowed me to use localized pain killers and a sedative only because I insisted that hearing him grunt and having him tense up every time I touched him would cause me undue stress.

\t“The next day he only accepted the localized pain injections and completely refused any sleep aides.  The day after that Raph wouldn’t let me give him anything at all.  If he hadn’t been desperate he wouldn’t have come to me.  He doesn’t need to be made to feel as though he did something wrong, either.  I’m the one who always patches him up when he’s hurt and he should be able to trust me with anything,” Don finished adamantly.

\tDon didn’t know exactly why having Leo confront him on this issue angered him, but it did.  Maybe he was just feeling defensive over the idea that Leo was questioning his judgment.  Helping his brothers heal up after being hurt was Don’s job and that included every aspect of their recovery.

\t“You have to admit this is somewhat out of the bounds of what one could practically call medical assistance,” Leo asserted.

\t“From exactly which medical journal did you ascertain your knowledge?” Don asked sharply, placing the towel on the rack and turning to face his brother.  “Did you know that the endorphins released after an orgasm can inhibit the transmission of pain signals?  That these endorphins are a naturally produced morphine?  Did you know that orgasms also trigger the release of oxytocin which helps you relax enough to be able to sleep?”

\t“All of that may be true,” Leo said, standing his ground, “but that doesn’t mean you should be Raph’s surrogate hand.”

\t“Why not?” Don demanded.  “It wouldn’t be the first time I handled a brother’s penis.  Remember when Mikey insisted that he couldn’t waste the leftover pizza, even though I told him it was covered in cladosporium?  He was so sick with food poisoning he couldn’t get out of bed and I had to help him urinate into a bed pan.

\t“Then there’s you,” Don continued, happy to see that Leo was beginning to look disconcerted.  “There was that horrible time when the Shredder nearly killed you and you were in and out of consciousness for days.  I had to insert a urinary catheter into your penis so that you could urinate.  Would you like me to tell you how your private parts reacted to being handled by me?”

\tLeo laughed nervously.  “You know Donny, when you think you’re right you can be pretty relentless.  Look, when I came out of my room to check on everyone I heard the sounds Raph was making and thought he was taking care of himself.  I saw that your door was shut and hoped he wouldn’t wake you.  Put yourself in my place.  You have to admit that never in a million years would you expect to learn that one of us was helping another to get off.”

\t“And I would never have expected to be asked to perform that function,” Don said, his tone softening.  “I understand, Leo.  I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I actually did that for Raph.  But honestly, I’d do anything for you guys and that’s why I finally told him yes.  He needed my help, how could I turn down such a simple request?  Just because it’s awkward?  He’s my brother.”

\t“Most brothers don’t do that with each other,” Leo said.

\t“How would you know?” Don parried.  “We have no experience with the outside world; with how siblings behave with one another.  I read somewhere that most siblings become curious about each other’s bodies at some point and that can lead to some harmless exploration.  We did the same when we were little, or had you forgotten?”

\t“All we did was look and maybe a quick touch,” Leo said.  “I’ve never thought much about it because it didn’t mean anything.”

\t“Neither does this,” Don said, happy that Leo had proven his point for him.  “Raph’s hands are healing nicely.  By tomorrow the bandaging should be off of his left hand and he can do most things for himself.  He shouldn’t be nearly as frustrated or impatient and he’ll be able to take care of his own business.”

\t“You won’t be performing that medical procedure again?” Leo asked with a hint of humor in his voice.

\tDon’s explanation had been rational and he was glad to hear the change in Leo’s tone, knowing that meant Leo would no longer argue with him over what he’d done.

\t“Last time,” Don assured him.  “Just please do me a favor, don’t let Raph hurt himself like that in the future.  He’s nearly impossible to live with afterwards.”

\tThe amusement was instantly gone from Leo’s expression and Don immediately regretted what he’d said.  He’d been so relieved that Leo had accepted what he’d done that he’d forgotten to watch his words.

 \t“I never want any of you to be hurt during a mission,” Leo said, sounding bitter.  “I should have anticipated that we could have been walking into a trap.”

\t“We’ve told you before that you can’t anticipate everything and you can’t plan for the unforeseen,” Don replied quickly.  “If it was possible to do that, we wouldn’t have to train so hard to be able to respond to changing situations.  The rigorous exercises you put us through, all of the details of every mission that you review with us; this is what keeps us alive.  You should be proud of how effective you are as a leader.”

\t“I’m so effective that Raph came close to losing the use of his hands and Mikey was nearly burned alive,” Leo said morosely.

\t“That didn’t happen,” Don said, his tone firm.  “They both reacted swiftly to the collapse and neither are the worse for wear.  Blaming yourself for this stuff will only give you the kind of nervous strain that you don’t really need.  Actually, you shouldn’t be prowling the lair right now, you should be in bed asleep.”

\t“I’m heading there now,” Leo assured him.  He started to open the door but stopped to glance back at Don, a frown on his face as though he’d had another thought.  “Donny, Raph didn’t . . . bully you into doing that for him, did he?  You didn’t feel compelled to help him against your will?”

\tDon hesitated for a millisecond before answering.  He wanted to be truthful but was also concerned about adding any more guilt to Leo’s already overtaxed sensibilities.

\t“No he didn’t,” Don finally said.  “I can’t say that was my first option for helping him out, but we both know how Raph is about sedatives.  He’d rather suffer than give up any kind of control over himself.  Besides, how easy do you think it is to bully me?”

\tLeo smiled.  “Not very.  You are one stubborn turtle, Donatello.  I’m going to bed.  Are you?”

\t“Right behind you, bro’,” Don said, turning out the light as they left the bathroom.

\tDon slept soundly late into the morning.  Having the opportunity to discuss what he’d done for Raph had lifted the sordid feeling from the act.  Breaking it down so clinically helped Don view those interludes with the medical detachment he’d been trying to assign them from the beginning.

\tThe next day Don was gratified to see that Raphael was once again in a pleasant and calm mood.  Though the concept that Leo might talk to Raph about what had happened hadn’t occurred to the genius the night before, it did as soon as he saw them together at breakfast.

\tFortunately, Leo didn’t seem inclined to bring it up.  Don figured that his oldest brother had decided to leave well enough alone, no doubt as happy to find Raph in an amenable state of mind as any of them were.

\tRaph grew even more agreeable when Don told him he could use his left hand to practice with his sai.  After Don applied some ointment to a couple of still tender spots on Raph’s palm and added extra padding under the dressing, he sent his brother off to the dojo to work out.

\tA couple of hours later Don found Raph hitting his punching bag with his left fist and had to remind him to take it easy.  Raph merely winked at him and went back to the business of pummeling the bag, though he did stop trying to hit it quite so hard.  Thankful for that, Don didn’t say another word.

\tTowards evening, Don removed the dressing from Raph’s left hand completely.  “This does not mean you can go nuts with this hand,” Don told him warningly.

\tAfter opening and closing his hand a few times, a corner of Raph’s mouth lifted into a cocky grin.  “Damn this feels good.  Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna take a chance on fucking it up again.”

\tAs he was putting away the ointment, Don kept his eyes averted as he asked, “Um, Raph, how does Leo seem to you?”

\tRaph had started to leave the infirmary but stopped at the question and walked back over to where Don stood.  “Seems like his usual tight ass self.  Why?”

\tDon made a face, showing his dissatisfaction.  “I think he’s obsessing over the Foot ambush,” he said.  “He’s been getting up really early and spending a lot of time in the dojo.  That’s not a good sign.”

\tResting his hip against the exam table, Raph leaned in, catching Don’s eyes.  “I ain’t great at picking up on that subtle shit, Donny.  I only notice when Leo starts to get on my nerves more than usual.  If ya’ want confirmation that he’s about to go all guilt trip over our getting our asses handed to us, talk to Mikey.  Ya’ know he’ll have already noticed.”

\t“Thanks, I will,” Don said with a sense of relief.

\tHe was surprised when Raph reached out to squeeze his forearm reassuringly before leaving.  Raph wasn’t normally a tactile person; he reacted physically only when angered or immensely relieved.  Don decided that the show of support was in direct response to regaining the use of his hand.

\tAfter dinner that night Casey Jones showed up at the lair to watch a televised hockey game with Raph.  He brought with him a six pack of beer, shoving it into the refrigerator after greeting his turtle friends.

\tMost of that beer went down Casey’s throat.  Raph never imbibed much; his feelings with regard to alcohol mirrored his opinion on drugs.  He insisted on having a clear head at all times, remembering all too well those occasions when he been knocked out and captured.

\tNevertheless, the one beer he did drink left him relaxed and when the game ended, Raph headed off to his bed looking both content and drowsy.  Casey curled up on the couch to sleep it off, knowing the house rules about drinking and driving.

\tIt wasn’t much later than that when Don turned in.  He paused on his way past Raph’s door, the sounds of his brother’s snores making him sigh with relief.

\tThe day after that passed in much the same manner.  Though Raph was still down to using only one hand, he and Leo agreed on some no contact weapons sparring.  To make the challenge more interesting, Mikey tied each of their right hands behind their shells, attaching the bindings on their wrists to their belts.

\tMikey and Don sat on the sidelines to watch.  Raph fought with his usual ferocity and Don was glad he’d insisted on padding his brother’s barely healed palm again.

\tAfter observing them for several minutes and noticing how fiercely concentrated Leo seemed to be, Don recalled his conversation with Raph from the day before.  

\tKeeping his voice down, Don asked, “Mikey, is Leo  . . . ?”

\t“Yep,” Mikey answered before Don could finish asking the question.  “He’s major league uptight.  He doesn’t like being outmaneuvered in a fight and you gotta admit the Foot tricked us big time.”

\t“How do we stop it before it gets worse?” Don asked, his eyes following his sparring brothers.

\tMikey shrugged.  “Seeing Raph back in action helps.  We can’t do much more than that ‘cause Leo’s decided that the responsibility is all his.  He’ll probably have to take it a step too far and then he’ll remember he’s being his own worst enemy again.  It’s his pattern, dude.”

\t“He needs a new one,” Don said dryly.

\tHis younger brother chuckled.  “Chillax bro’.  You know how he operates, so no surprises.  Keep your head down, practice hard whenever Leo’s around and go on dreaming up some new inventions in your free time.  As long as we aren’t going out on patrols, you don’t have to worry about taking care of any of us.”

\t“I hope not,” flashed through Don’s mind, but he kept it to himself.  Certain things in his past were best left filed away for good.

\tJust when Don thought there was going to be another peaceful end to the day, the evening news broadcast ruined everyone’s mood.  According to the anchorman, gang crime had peaked again, after a new monthly low.

\t“Goddamn Foot,” Raph snarled, jumping up from the couch to pace.  “The minute we ain’t around, both they and the Purple Dragons think they got everything their own way.  You know what we gotta do?  We gotta smack them down for good!”

\t“We’ll deal with it,” Leo said without moving.  “When we’re ready, we’ll remind them that this is our city.”

\tRaph stopped moving to glare at his brother.  “When we’re ready?  When is that gonna be, Fearless?  Sometime this year?”

\t“You can’t use your right hand and your leg is still messed up Raphie,” Mikey said in an even tone.  “Should we rush into a fight without you at a hundred percent?”

\t“Shit, I hate waiting around,” Raph snapped at no one in particular.

\t“Watch your language my son,” Master Splinter admonished him.

\t“How about a bowl of ice cream?” Mikey offered.  “I’ll sprinkle chocolate chips on top.”

\t“I don’t want any ice cream.  I’m going to bed,” Raph said before stomping off.

\tHe was barely out of sight before Leo got up to go to the dojo.  Almost at once the rest of the family could hear him begin practicing.

\t“Great,” Don murmured before excusing himself and making straight for his lab.

\tDon remained in that domain until late.  When he deemed it safe, he tiptoed up the stairs so as not to alert anyone to his presence.

\tOnce more he paused to listen at Raph’s door.  This time all was silent; no snoring to tell him that Raph was sleeping.  With a grimace, Don looked towards his room, debating on whether he should try for his bed.  A muttered profanity from behind the closed door decided that for him and Don made a beeline back to his lab.  He spent the remainder of the night on his daybed.

\tOther than showing up for practice, Don tried to stay out of sight the following day.  Though he could avoid his family by burying himself in work, there was one brother he had to interact with at least once.  Unfortunately, it was the brother he was most worried about being around.

\tIt was easy to see that Raph was in a foul humor.  Don steeled himself for the encounter before approaching him and when Raph looked up with daggers in his eyes, Don said as calmly as he could manage, “It’s time for a wound check.  I’ll be waiting for you in the infirmary.”

\tHe turned around and walked away before Raph could reply.  Don could almost feel his brother’s sharp golden gaze boring into him as he resolutely entered the infirmary and began gathering the supplies he required.

\tRaph made hardly a sound as he walked over to the exam table and hopped up onto it.  While Don performed a cursory check of the wound on Raph’s forehead, noting with satisfaction that it was scabbing over, his brother simply stared at him.

\tDon then worked on Raph’s right hand.  After removing the gauze wrapping, Don examined the skin on his palm and fingers, glad that all of the blisters were now gone.

\t“Does it itch?” Don asked, peeking up at his brother.

\t“Sure, but I ain’t scratching it,” Raph said.  “I know the drill.”

\t“Spread your fingers apart slowly,” Don instructed, watching Raph’s skin expand and contract with his movements.

It was obvious there would be some scarring, but thanks to the healing properties of the alien ooze in their blood, those scars were superficial.

“Not much longer for this hand,” Don announced.

“Good,” Raph said as Don applied ointment and fresh gauze.  “I’m ready to exact some payback for this shit.”

Don stopped working, though he retained his hold on Raph’s hand.  “Could you please quit talking like that?” he asked, not bothering to contain his exasperation.  “’Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled’.  Wallowing in those kinds of thoughts isn’t healthy.”

“Yeah?  Well I can quote stuff too,” Raph said.  “Like this one from Muhammad Ali ‘I’m a fighter.  I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business.  I got no respect for a man who won’t hit back.’”

“We’ll hit back,” Don assured him, “but not by rushing headlong into something without any kind of strategy at all.  When you act rashly, you put all of us in danger.  Grousing about what happened to us and what you want to do about it is stressing Leo out, or can’t you see that?”

There was an almost imperceptible change in Raph’s expression.  “Ya’ sure have been worried a lot about Leo lately.  Are ya’ doing anything about it?”

“Yes,” Don said as he released Raph’s hand.  “I’m trying to get you to stop making him feel guiltier than he already does.”

“Ya’ asking me for that as a favor?” Raph asked.

Don missed the calculating look on Raph’s face as he asked the question because he had turned his attention to his brother’s injured thigh.

“If that’s what you need to call it to save your pride, then yes,” Don replied.  “Please do it as a favor to me.”

Remembering how sensitive Raph had been the last time Don worked on his leg wound, the family doctor took extra care not to make contact with his brother’s skin while unwinding the wrappings from his thigh.  Once the stitches were revealed, Don handled Raph’s leg as gently as possible.

 Even so, when Don touched the area around the wound, Raph’s breath hitched.

“Raph?” Don asked with concern.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Raph said, answering the unasked question.  “My skin just gets kind of twitchy when ya’ touch me.”

“Sorry about that,” Don said, returning to his task.  “I’m checking to make sure your leg doesn’t feel hot because that’s a sign of infection.  Though from the looks of things, I’ll be taking these stitches out tomorrow, right on schedule.  I’ll leave the bandages off, they’re no longer necessary.”

Reaching for the ointment, Don carefully squeezed some onto Raph’s leg.  With the lightest possible touch, he began to smooth it between the stitches.

His head down, Don heard Raph inhale deeply, feeling the puff of his brother’s warm breath against the back of his neck.  He assumed Raph was growing impatient until Raph addressed a question to him.

“Hey Donny, ya’ ever think about stuff?” Raph asked.

“I think about a lot of stuff,” Don said mirthfully.  “Exactly to what ‘stuff’ are you referring?”

“Ya’ know, like having someone who can take care of your needs,” Raph answered.

Don straightened to find Raph’s eyes boring into him.  The look was almost speculative and made Don just a little uncomfortable.  He was pretty sure he knew what had prompted Raph’s query, and though the subject was a troubling one, avoiding delicate topics wasn’t in Don’s nature.

“I suppose you mean as opposed to always using your hand?” Don asked.

“Yeah, like that,” Raph acknowledged.

\tPutting the cap back on the ointment, Don said, “I don’t waste much time thinking about things that aren’t going to happen.  To me, that’s an exercise much like a hamster running on a wheel.  It doesn’t take you anywhere.”

\t“I get what you’re saying.  I suppose that’s the best way to look at it,” Raph said, sounding thoughtful.

\t“Why torture yourself?  It’s bad enough that Leo spends so much of his time worrying about what he might have or could have done,” Don said.

\t“Again with Leo,” Raph said, sounding gruff.

\tExhaling to release his annoyance, Don said, “Do you suppose there will come a day when the two of you are not at odds with one another?”

\tRaph stepped down from the exam table, his grin more like a baring of teeth than anything to do with humor.  “I can do better than that, I can give ya’ an exact time.  When hell freezes over.”

\tHe strode out of the infirmary, leaving Don with a feeling of discontent.  There seemed to have been an entire layer of subtext in all of Raph’s words and actions and Donatello did not like the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach because of it.

\tDon’s apprehension didn’t subside as the day ran on.  Working was the only thing that helped so Don lost himself in the task of modifying a set of cameras he planned to install in the tunnels.

\tA tap on his door made Don look up at the clock, noting that it was getting late.  Mikey opened the door without waiting for a reply to his knock and frowned at Don.

\t“You missed dinner,” Mikey told him.

\t“I’ll grab something later if I get hungry,” Don said as he reached for a screwdriver.

\tThe sound of raised voices drifted in from the lair and Don glanced up at his brother.

\t“Raph and Leo are going at it again,” Mikey said, though that was fairly self-evident.

\t“So much for the favor Raph was going to do for me,” Don grumbled.

\t“What favor?” Mikey asked.

\t“Nothing,” Don said, shaking his head.  “I wanted him to lay off Leo for a while, but I should have known better than to ask.”

\t“You sure should have,” Mikey said before ducking back out of the room.

\tDon had no idea how much time passed after that, but if something had happened that he needed to know about, he was sure Mikey would have come and told him.  Since he heard no more from his family, Don forgot about their squabbles.

\tUntil his door was once more opened and Don looked up to see Raph standing there.

\tSitting back in his chair, Don watched as Raph shut the door and then scowled when his brother engaged the lock.  

\t“Unless you’re bleeding, go back to bed,” Don told him.

\tRaph scrutinized him, his eyes holding the same feverish brightness that Don was becoming much too familiar with.  “I can’t sleep.  Ya’ gotta help me out.”

\t“No I don’t,” Don said, growing aggravated.  “Use your own hand, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“That ain’t good enough,” Raph growled in response.  “I want more.”

“What the heck does that mean?” Don asked, staring at his brother.

Don stood up as Raph came towards him, looking almost menacing.  “Ya’ remember what we talked about today?  About how having someone to take care of our needs ain’t gonna happen?  I think you’re wrong about that.  I think we can do this stuff for each other.”

Gaping at him, Don asked, “Are you talking about having sex with your brothers?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Raph said, tightening his lips.  He stood still, a few feet from Don, and a quiver ran over his body before he started to speak again.  “Like ya’ said, I got no chance for a real relationship.  Even if I did, I don’t know that I’d want to drag anyone down here, into the life we lead.  But the four of us, we’re already here, so I don’t know why we can’t help each other out.”

“Because that isn’t an acceptable thing for brothers to do,” Don said.

“Says who?” Raph demanded.  “We’re mutant turtles for fuck’s sake.  If we’d never been mutated the kid who bought us would have stuck us in a little glass case and it wouldn’t have been long before we were screwing each other.  I looked it up.  Male turtles don’t give a crap if another turtle is male or his brother.  When the need strikes, they act on it.  Sex is a need Donny, just like any other.”

Don swallowed thickly, reacting as he always did to the sound of pain in any of his brother’s voices.  He could feel his resolve weakening as he tried one more argument.

“The fact remains that we were mutated,” Don said.  He knew his voice no longer sounded firm and now had an almost pleading quality to it.  “We’re sentient, we have the ability to think things through.”

“I ain’t been doing nothing but thinking about this,” Raph said.  “The idea that I ain’t ever gonna experience real sex is driving me crazy.  If I don’t get some relief, I swear I’m gonna take off topside and run until I collapse.”

“Don’t you dare,” Don said quickly.  “That’s stupid and foolhardy.”

Raph’s eyes bore into him.  “Are ya’ gonna help me out or what?”

Don clenched his fists, feeling as if he’d been backed into a corner.  “Okay.  We’ll go to the infirmary so I can wash my hands afterwards.”

Shaking his head, Raph laughed shortly.  “I said I want more.  I’m way past just needing your hand.”

“If you’re talking penetration, that’s not happening,” Don said with a touch of panic.

“We ain’t gotta go that far.  I got something else in mind,” Raph said.

He started walking forward again, forcing Don to retreat.  When the backs of Don’s knees made contact with the daybed, he stopped.

“Raph . . . .” Don began, a warning in his voice.

“Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bed,” Raph ordered, his eyes gleaming.

Don bit his lip as he hesitated.  It was easy to see that Raph was strung tight, his muscles knotted up, and his breathing off.  The bulge in his plastron was more than noticeable because the software cartilage between Raph’s legs had already started to spread open.

“Ya’ can keep your tail tucked in tight over your asshole if that’ll make ya’ feel better,” Raph said.  “I ain’t gonna force ya’, Donny.  Say no and I’ll take off.”

The intimation was there, lingering in the air between them.  Don had a choice, he didn’t have to do this.  If he refused, Raph was probably going above ground to look for some heads to bust open, whether he could use both hands or not.

Very slowly, Don turned and bent over to grip the mattress.  His tail automatically moved down to protect his entrance, almost sure that he could feel Raph’s gaze touching that private area.

“Pull your feet together,” Raph directed.  “Bring your thighs in close to each other.”

As Don did as instructed, he heard a squelching sound and knew that Raph was stroking himself, using his own natural lubrication.  A second later, he felt Raph’s body heat as his brother pressed in close, his plastron touching Don’s butt.

Raph pushed his swollen cock between Don’s thighs, groaning as his shaft was massaged by his brother’s flesh.

“Damn that feels good,” Raph husked.  “Come on, wrap your hand around my dick and squeeze your legs together.”

Don’s mouth twisted in distaste, but he complied, his fist pressed against his thighs as he held onto Raph’s cock.

With a long exhale, Raph began to thrust, as though he was actually fucking Don.  Rocking back and forth, Raph grunted out his pleasure, panting and churring the whole while.  He clutched the edges of Don’s carapace to hold him still, his stiff length gliding along his brother’s inner thighs.

“Uhh . . . uhh . . . shit . . . uhh . . . ngh . . . fuck,” Raph chanted as he moved, the erotic sounds echoing inside Don’s lab.

Pre-cum spurted from the tip of Raph’s penis, painting Don’s fist with wet stripes each time the dark head peeked out from between Don’s fingers.  Don was practically lifted onto his toes each time Raph surged forward, his movements coming faster and harder as he climbed towards his climax.

Don tried to think of anything other than what was happening to him.  He’d made the right choice, he told himself, protecting Raph from doing something foolish.  Protecting his brothers too, because they would have all had to go out to try and bring Raph back before he stirred up trouble.

“Oh shit . . . shit . . . good, good . . . uhh . . . ssssss . . . damn!  Here I go!” Raph yelled, plunging forward so hard he nearly knocked Don over.

His cum jetted into Don’s hand and down the front of his legs.  Raph pulled back just a little and thrust forward again, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible.  Hot cum splattered the insides of Don’s thighs, the sensation unpleasant.

After a bit his movements stopped and he draped himself over Don’s carapace, breathing hard.  Don remained where he was, his hand still circling Raph’s cock, though he could feel it beginning to deflate.

Raph finally backed away from Don, who stood up and turned to look at his brother.  Yawning, Raph tucked his cock back into its protective pocket, his entire body now appearing thoroughly relaxed.

“Thanks bro’,” Raph said, a contented smile on his face.  He yawned again.  “Gotta head up to bed or I’m gonna pass out right here.  That was fucking awesome.  Did I ever tell ya’ that you’re a damn fine sport?  Ain’t nobody better than ya’, Donny.”

He didn’t wait for a response, strolling out of the lab as though totally at peace.

Don stayed where he was, too stunned to move, the sticky mess Raph had left on his body slowly drying.

TBC………….

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