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No money being made.\nWord Count part 4: 5,640 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 ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. No money being made.
Word Count part 4: 5,640 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": "\t“There was no penetration of any kind, so it wasn’t sex.”\n\nDon repeated that statement aloud to himself, over and over as though it was a mantra. “Raph was in trouble and needed me. He’s confused; once his other hand is better, he’ll forget all about this nonsense.”\n\n\tStaring up at the ceiling, Don lay on the daybed in his lab running what had occurred between him and Raph through his head. He hadn’t slept a wink since Raph had left him. After his encounter with his brother, Don had finally moved, going directly into the bathroom to shower. He’d scrubbed the skin on his legs nearly raw out of a need to completely eradicate all traces of Raph’s spunk.\n\n\tEven knowing that every hint of what they’d done had been erased, Don still felt unclean. Air sanitizer had removed the scent from his lab, but just the knowledge that it had once smelled so strongly of his brother’s essence was off-putting.\n\n\tThe only reason Don had forced himself to remain in the lab was because of the psychological effects leaving it would have on him. If he didn’t go back in, he might not ever want to enter what had once been his sanctuary.\n\n \tDon couldn’t believe how quickly Raph had coerced him into doing what he wanted. In no way a pushover, Don had still felt cornered by the choices Raph had given him. Either allow Raph to use his body for his own gratification, or Raph would find some other way to expel his growing frustrations.\n\n\tBecause Raph had a tendency to pull crazy stunts, Don couldn’t ignore the thinly veiled threat. Giving in was Don’s only option; if he’d have gone to Master Splinter or Leo, Raph would have blown up and stormed out of the lair. Attempts to physically subdue him would have led to something far worse than just letting Raph have an outlet for his sexual needs.\n\n\tThere were such things as sexual therapists. Don read a lot and had come across that term once while exploring the internet. Usually these were people who counselled couples through performance difficulties, but there were some who actually coached by physical contact.\n\n\tRaph had talked about having sex with his brothers as though it was as necessary as breathing, eating, and sleeping. He’d had absolutely no qualms about going through with it right then and there, proof enough that he’d convinced himself there was nothing wrong with what he wanted.\n\n\tIf Raph wasn’t attaching any emotional significance to the concept of incest, then what he wanted was something very akin to sexual therapy. He’d come to Don for assistance because he considered the genius to be not only his physician, but a sort of psychiatrist as well.\n\n\tAs he pondered this, a tiny thought entered the back of Don’s mind, telling him he was rationalizing a traumatic experience in order to make sense of it. No one liked losing control over their own bodies, least of all a mutant turtle in a world filled with enemies. Raph had taken Don’s ability to have a say in what would and wouldn’t happen to him away by essentially removing all other alternatives.\n\n\tRolling onto his side, Don placed his hand over his eyes to force them to close. Twisting this experience around in his head wasn’t going to get him anywhere because it was done and over with. Just like the two hand jobs before it; they had happened and nothing but a time machine could change that.\n\n\tFrom the way Raph had talked, it was pretty clear to Don that he wanted to continue having such interludes. That left Don to figure out how he was going to deal with his brother. It had only taken two times helping Raph out with a hand job before Leo caught on to what was occurring.\n\n\tDon snorted. He’d bet anything that Raph hadn’t even considered what his brothers would say when they found out about this. If he continued to demand such attention, they [i]would [/i]find out. Leo was relentless when it came to digging out the truth and Mikey . . . well Mikey could practically sense any changes in his brother’s behavior long before they were visible to anyone.\n\n\tAt some point while Don was mulling over his situation, he fell asleep. He knew he’d done so when his alarm clock woke him.\n\n\tGroaning, Don climbed out of bed and stretched. The whir of his machines and the thickness of the walls he’d built for his lab gave him a nearly soundproofed environment, so until he walked out of the door, he had no idea what was going on in the lair.\n\n\tLeo went past him as Don headed for the kitchen. It was obvious that the turtle leader was on his way to Master Splinter’s room, but he stopped for a second to ask, “Late night, Donny?”\n\n\tSince Don had no intention of giving Leo any clues as to his night, he merely grunted and said, “Coffee.”\n\n\tChuckling, Leo said, “And there’s my answer.”\n\n\tHe went on his way, leaving a thankful Don in his wake. Shuffling into the kitchen, Don was both alarmed and dismayed to find Raph already occupying the room.\n\n\tDon froze in the doorway, his first instinct to turn around and leave. Before he could act, Raph jumped up from his chair and darted to the coffeemaker. Pouring out a cup of the fragrant brew, he walked slowly back to the table and held the cup out towards Don.\n\n\t“I knew what time ya’ normally get up, so I made a fresh pot for ya’,” Raph said. “Come sit down and I’ll fix ya’ some breakfast too.”\n\n\tFor a second Don just blinked at him. Then Mikey appeared behind Don and shoved against his shell.\n\n\t“Move it,” Mikey ordered. “Never block my way into the kitchen.”\n\n\tHe pushed by Don, propelling his brother forward. Don slowly sank into a chair and Raph set the cup of coffee on the table in front of him.\n\n\t“What do ya’ want to eat? I could scramble ya’ some eggs, or heat up some sweet rolls,” Raph offered.\n\n\t“Geez, how come Don gets such special treatment?” Mikey asked as he grabbed the orange juice out of the refrigerator. “You broke your motorcycle, didn’t you?”\n\n\t“Butt out halfwit,” Raph told him, though without any real malice.\n\n\tDon actually appreciated Mikey’s comments because it gave his brain a chance to process the fact that Raph was being considerate. Lifting his coffee cup, Don sipped the brew, very aware that Raph was waiting for an answer.\n\n\tClearing his throat, Don said, “Just some toast. I don’t want a heavy stomach when we practice. Mikey’s already in a shoving kind of mood.”\n\n\tMikey sat down opposite him, a glass of orange juice in one hand, and a slice of cold pizza in the other. “Never get between a turtle and his breakfast dude.”\n\n\tDropping two slices of bread into the toaster, Raph said, “Cold pizza ain’t breakfast.”\n\n\t“’Course it is,” Mikey said. “I’ve got all the major food groups here. Bread, veggies, dairy, meat, and fruit. What could be better for you than that?”\n\n\t“Oatmeal,” Raph said, placing the strawberry jam on the table in front of Don. “Maybe if ya’ added some fiber to that diet of yours ya’ wouldn’t hog the bathroom.”\n\n\t“Eww.” Mikey made a face at him. “Some of us are eating.”\n\n\tRaph put the toast on a plate and presented it with a flourish to Don. “I apologize for Mikey being so gross at the table, Don. Want me to throw him out?”\n\n\tDespite feeling a little awkward, Don couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, I think I can manage to ignore him.”\n\n\tSitting back down, Raph returned to his bowl of cereal, though he periodically glanced up at Don. The expression on his face was unfathomable and that, along with the fact that Raph was being so attentive, kept Don off balance.\n\n\tRaph’s unusual behavior was partly to blame for Don getting his rear handed to him during practice. For the most part, Raph normally remained politely quiet while his brothers sparred, only occasionally tossing out a taunt or two. Though Master Splinter frowned on that sort of thing, it was difficult for Raph to contain himself.\n\n\tDuring this practice session, Raph watched Donatello like a hawk, offering encouragements like, “Footwork Donny”, “Behind ya’!” and “You’re hyperextending that arm.”\n\n\tIt wasn’t as bothersome when Don was working with Mikey, who talked incessantly as a matter of course and drowned Raph out, but when Don faced off with Leo it proved to be a detriment. Concentration was a key factor in sparring against Leo, who had lightning fast reflexes. Each time Raph tried to be helpful it broke Don’s focus and he wound up flat on his shell.\n\n\tSurprisingly, Master Splinter did not reprimand Raph for his sideline commentary. When their bout was over and the four brothers were kneeling in a line in front of their Sensei, Master Splinter directed his attention to Don.\n\n\t“My son, do you know why you were unable to effectively avoid Leonardo’s attacks?” Master Splinter asked him.\n\n\t“I lost focus, Sensei,” Don said, not explaining further.\n\n\tIt wasn’t necessary, his father knew the reason. “You will not have the luxury of fighting in a pristine environment, Donatello. A battle is loud, with people screaming things out to one another, and your brothers shouting directions at you. Hearing their words without losing your focus is of grave importance. Hearing your enemies words will often give you information you will likely need to stay alive.”\n\n\t“Yes, Sensei,” Don said.\n\n\tMaster Splinter’s tail tapped the ground as he looked down at Don. After a moment, he said, “Raphael, Michelangelo. One hand only takedowns. To the center of the room please.”\n\n\tSighing with relief, Don tried to pay attention as his two brightly banded brothers sparred. He was glad that Raph was nearly back to full capacity, but worried too. Once he had the complete use of both hands, would Raph insist on paying the Foot a visit?\n\n\tGlancing surreptitiously at Leo, he saw that his brother was watching Raph and Mikey through narrowed eyes. Perhaps Leo shared Don’s concern. He and Raph had certainly argued the point enough in the last few days.\n\n\tWhen practice ended, the brothers took turns hitting the showers. Don opted to go last; his muscles were sore from the pounding he’d received during practice and he wanted to take his time with the hot water.\n\n\tDon found that Raph was waiting for him in front of the infirmary door when the genius came back downstairs.\n\n\t“Ya’ said ya’ wanted to take these stitches out today,” Raph reminded him.\n\n\tNodding his acknowledgment, Don preceded Raph into the infirmary. Raph took a seat on the exam table and quietly watched Don gather his medical equipment.\n\n\tRaph seemed tentative now, without the bravado of the previous evening, or his jovial behavior from earlier in the day. For the first time in his life, Don didn’t quite know how to talk to his brother, so he went about the job of removing the stitches from Raph’s thigh without saying anything.\n\n\tHe could tell from the change in Raph’s breathing that his brother was reacting to Don’s hands on his thigh. Don had misinterpreted those signs before; now he understood what Raph had meant when he’d said Don’s touch made him twitchy. Translation; horny.\n\n\tDon pressed his lips together and tried to focus on the job he was doing. He was sure a lot of physicians dealt with unintentionally exciting their patients. He’d muddle through it in as detached a manner as he could manage.\n\n\t“Donny,” Raph said, stopping after speaking his brother’s name. When he didn’t say anything else, curiosity made Don glance up.\n\n\t“This isn’t bothering you is it?” Don asked with some concern. “You shouldn’t really feel it.”\n\n\t“Nah, it just tickles,” Raph said, seeming relieved that Don had spoken to him. “I, uh, wanted to apologize to ya’.”\n\n\tFrowning, Don asked, “For what happened at practice? You were trying to help and besides, Master Splinter was right.”\n\n\tRaph shook his head, looking intense. “No, not that. I want to apologize for last night. I got carried away with what I wanted from ya’ and didn’t give ya’ any time to even think about it. Hell, I kind of bullied ya’ into letting me, you know.”\n\nHe cleared his throat and continued, “For letting me use your body like that for my own sexual needs. I guess being hurt bad enough so I couldn’t hardly do anything for myself made me think about how alone we are, how we always gotta take care of ourselves. Ya’ always care so much about us that I didn’t think you’d mind helping me out. I sort of needed to connect to somebody, ya’ know?”\n\nThere was an almost pleading look in Raph’s eyes, as if Don’s forgiveness meant everything to him. Raph’s explanation for his behavior made sense to Don; of his brothers, Raph was the most passionate one, the one who felt their exile to the darkness of the sewers the strongest.\n\n“I . . . think I understand,” Don told him with a touch of nervousness. “I’m not angry with you Raph, just confused. You know how much I hate it when any of you gets injured and threatening to go out and tempt fate was hurtful.”\n\n“Yeah,” Raph said, looking down at Don’s hands as they rested on his thigh. “I ain’t too proud of myself. Ya’ really are the best Donny. I probably don’t thank ya’ enough for the things ya’ do for us; for me. Do ya’ forgive me for being a complete asshole?”\n\n“There’s nothing to forgive,” Don said, touched by Raph’s show of vulnerability. “I suppose we all feel lonely from time to time. It’s natural, given our situation.”\n\n“No hard feelings then?” Raph asked, looking hopeful.\n\nDon had to smile. “No hard feelings. Let’s finish getting these stitches out so I can check your hand. I’m hoping it will be almost fully healed in another week.”\n\nHis brother chuckled. “Chalk up a win to mutant blood. Might have made us outcasts, but at least we’re quick healing outcasts.”\n\nAs always, it was tough hearing him talk like that, but Don decided not to prolong the discussion by responding. Instead he went about efficiently caring for Raph’s injuries. As usual of late, Raph kept his eyes glued to Don’s face while his brother worked.\n\n\tThey left the infirmary together. Before they separated, Raph bumped his fist against Don’s bicep and said cheerfully, “Thanks for the tune-up bro’!”\n\n\tGrinning at Raph’s retreating form, Don turned and suddenly noticed that Mikey had spun around on the couch to watch them. His youngest brother’s penetrating stare held a touch of cunning that made Don’s steps falter. Before he could do more than frown, Mikey had twisted around again and returned to his video game.\n\n\tDon spent some time in the kitchen re-wiring the electrical outlet that the microwave was normally plugged into. It was during a trip back from his lab with new wiring that he saw Leo and Raph together in the center of the lair. Stopping at the kitchen entrance, he watched with trepidation, hoping they weren’t going to get into yet another fight.\n\n\tInstead he saw Raph smile at Leo as he told him, “I made a whole bucket of them, all ya’ gotta do is swing those sharp blades of yours and cut them in half. But ya’ gotta do it blindfolded.”\n\n\t“Sounds like a challenge,” Leo replied good-naturedly.\n\n\t“Ya’ up for this bro’?” Raph asked as he turned Leo’s mask to the side.\n\n\t“Give me your best shot,” Leo said.\n\n\tRaph stepped back to where a large, plastic bucket sat. Reaching inside, he pulled out a ball made of old socks. Without giving Leo any warning, he launched the ball at his older brother’s head.\n\n\tWith incredible speed Leo pulled his swords from their sheaths and unerringly cut the ball not just in half, but into fourths. Again and again, Raph sent sock missiles at his brother, moving around the lair so as not to throw them from the same spot every time. Leo spun and leaped, his body a blur as he found each ball with his katanas.\n\n\tThough Don had a job to finish, he couldn’t stop watching his brother. Don always found it fascinating how Leo could do such an amazing job of fighting blind. They all practiced that skill, but Leo seemed to take to darkness naturally.\n\n\tWhen the bucket was empty Raph started to clap as Leo sheathed his swords and straightened his mask.\n\n\t“Ya’ got ‘em all,” Raph said with a grin.\n\n\tLeo gazed around him at the pieces of cloth scattered everywhere and then back at Raph. “I enjoyed that exercise,” he said. “Thanks for thinking that up. We should try that with your sai once your hand is better. Stabbing them probably won’t be as messy.”\n\n\t“Don’t worry about the mess,” Raph said as Leo started to pick up the sliced socks. “I got this, go meditate. I know ya’ ain’t done that all day.”\n\n\tThere was a surprised look on Leo’s face when Raph started to collect the pieces and toss them back into the bucket. “Thanks, Raph.”\n\n\tGoing into the kitchen, Don thought about what he’d just witnessed. He realized that what he’d done for Raph had the second hand effect of helping Leo too. It might have been a troubling experience, but it was ending on a happy note. Maybe his brain wouldn’t dwell on it anymore and Don could go back to feeling normal again, especially since Raph had apologized.\n\n\tDon was starting to feel mellower than he had in a week by the time dinner was over. Raph turned the cleanup afterwards into a game, assigning points to the different chores and roping Mikey in to helping him.\n\n\tWith one repair completed, Don headed to his lab to check his to-do list. He entered to find Leonardo standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, obviously waiting for Don.\n\n\t“Close the door,” Leo said.\n\n\tDespite disliking the preemptory tone, Don pushed the door shut. Though he didn’t want to ask the question, Don knew it was expected of him. “Is something wrong?”\n\n\t“You helped Raph again last night, didn’t you?” Leo demanded.\n\n\tOnce again there was a surge of annoyance at having Leo question procedures that Donatello felt were totally within his domain.\n\n\t“I hadn’t intended on it, but Raph’s having a difficult time right now,” Don explained, careful not to let his displeasure show. “Giving him this outlet is keeping him calm.”\n\n\t“Controlling Raphael’s moods for him is not your responsibility,” Leo insisted.\n\n\t“It sort of is,” Don argued. “He needs time to heal and the more temperate he is, the greater chance he won’t reinjure himself. Or run off to give the first bad guy he comes across a beat down.”\n\n\t“He’s been told to stay in the lair,” Leo said.\n\n\tDon laughed shortly. “Has he ever listened to that instruction when he gets angry? How many times have you physically tackled him when he’s set off to do something insane?”\n\n\t“That’s beside the point,” Leo said. “This situation between you two is spiraling out of control. I’m going to talk to Raph about it.”\n\n\t“No!” Don yelped, feeling a touch of panic. Forcing down that sudden surge of adrenaline, Don repeated, “No. I’m dealing with this. Raph and I have a sensible handle on what we’re doing. He knows it’s only until he sees that his anxiety over losing the use of his hand is unfounded. This is what works for him, Leo.”\n\n\tHis brother stared at him disapprovingly. “Is it what works for you, Donny? Are you honestly okay with being a . . . a sex proxy? Suppose he can’t go back to simply using his own hand? Are you even prepared for that possibility?”\n\n\tIf Don answered as sincerely as Leo expected him to, he’d have to say no. In fact, he was very fearful that turning Raph away after this was going to be painful for both of them.\n\n\tThe last thing that Don needed right now however, was for the situation with Raph to turn nasty. He worried that a thwarted and perhaps sexually frustrated Raph might instigate an ugly confrontation with Leo.\n\n\tThere was also the slight hope that Raph had decided not to seek out Don’s help any longer. His apology seemed sincere, as though Raph had finally realized that his demands were upsetting to Don.\n\n\t“I think you don’t give Raph sufficient credit,” Don replied slowly. “He’s enough of a realist to know this can’t actually continue. Besides, he would hate to be that dependent on anyone for anything and you know it. Don’t tell me it wasn’t nice seeing him so agreeable today. I know you enjoyed that exercise the two of you contrived. So I have to do something a little unorthodox to ease his tension, who is it really hurting?”\n\n\tLeo didn’t respond right away, instead taking a moment to study his brother. Don felt like he was under a microscope and did his level best to disguise any turmoil he was experiencing.\n\n\tApparently he managed to do so because Leo shook his head, lowering his arms and looking less rigid. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Donny. If this bites you it’s going to hurt all of us.”\n\n\t“Trust me,” Don said, feeling like a hypocrite. “I know where Raph’s head is right now. I can deal with him best if no one interferes.”\n\n\tLeo started out of the room, pausing when he came abreast of his brother. “Donny, if I see that any of this is turning sour, I’m going to intervene.”\n\n\t“Accepted,” Don said, happy when Leo nodded and left him.\n\n\tDon decided that what he needed most was a break from his family. There was an electrical system problem in the Battle Shell and Don had put off working on it because they weren’t going anywhere. At this time of night he wouldn’t be disturbed in the garage, so he took the elevator up, happy that no one seemed to take note of his departure.\n\n\tSeveral hours passed while Don labored in privacy, enjoying his solitude. Then the sound of the elevator door reached him and Don felt his entire body tense. Crawling out from a control panel in the back of the Battle Shell, Don stepped out of the vehicle, expecting to see Raphael.\n\n\tInstead it was his youngest brother Michelangelo who approached him.\n\n\t“I don’t suppose you came up here to help,” Don said without expecting much.\n\n\t“I came up here for some answers,” Mikey said, hands on his hips.\n\n\tIt was his patented no-nonsense pose and meant Mikey had figured out that something was going on that he was not privy to, a fact that always drove the youngest turtle nuts.\n\n\tDon's heart dropped into his stomach. He was not prepared to deal with Mikey’s badgering. His brother was nothing if not tenacious.\n\n\t“What makes you think I have any?” Don countered, cleaning his hands with a disinfectant wipe.\n\n\t“Because it’s all centered on [i]you[/i],” Mikey blurted. “Raph and Leo have been having private pow-wows with you like you’re some sort of oracle. One day Raph’s in a good mood, the next day he’s crashing. What gives?”\n\n\t“Would it do any good if I told you nothing special was going on and even if they were getting something off their chests, it’s not your business?” Don asked.\n\n\t“No,” Mikey said flatly. “You know how much I hate secrets. I think this one’s big and I think I know what it is. Raph’s taking drugs, isn’t he?”\n\n\tDon’s mouth dropped open. “Where did get that idea? No, Raph’s not taking drugs.”\n\n\t“You’re giving him something to make him agreeable, right?” Mikey contended. “Leo’s in on it. Raph probably doesn’t even know you’re doing it ‘cause you figured it’s for his own good, otherwise he’ll try to fight the Foot one handed.”\n\n\t“I’m not giving Raph drugs,” Don said. “I would never do that to any of you without your knowledge or consent. Besides, you know how much Raph hates narcotics. He’s never missed a chance to beat up a drug dealer.”\n\n\t“But you’re doing something special for Raph aren’t you?” Mikey asked. “Something that puts him in a really good mood.”\n\n\t“I’m not doing a thing,” Don said, working to keep a straight face. “He’s in a good mood because he’s almost all healed up.”\n\n\t“Nope, that’s not it.” Mikey eyed his brother, his expression thoughtful.\n\n\tDon could practically feel the heat rising on his neck and turned aside, pretending to look for something in the back of the Battle Shell. Mikey moved with him, standing just to Don’s right and leaning in close to get a look at Don’s face.\n\n \t“Oh shell!” Mikey exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “You’re totally blowing him!”\n\n\t“What? No!” Don yelled, glaring at Mikey. The self-satisfied grin on his brother’s face was beyond annoying. “Go away, I’m trying to work. Take your sick fantasies with you.”\n\n\t“Maybe you aren’t give him head, but you’re doing something,” Mikey stated emphatically. “I have the room on the other side of Raph’s and I know how often he jacks off. His hands were all wrapped up so he couldn’t take care of himself. That’s part of why he was so cranky, ‘cause he can’t sleep until he’s blown his wad.”\n\n\t“Where do you learn these terms?” Don muttered, not really wanting to know. He just wished Mikey would leave.\n\n\t“If he’s not spanking the monkey,” Mikey continued as though he hadn’t heard Don, “then you are. Otherwise he’d have gone off the deep end by now. You’ve been giving him hand jobs!”\n\n\t Exasperated, Don spun on him. “What business is it of anyone’s if I have? Raph burned his hands! He’s been in pain and he won’t take sedatives. I had to do something!”\n\n\t“Whoa, defensive much?” Mikey asked, lifting his eye ridges. “I’m not freaking out about it, I think it’s cool. We should be sexing each other up, I mean, who else is gonna do it?”\n\n\t“You . . . what?” Don said, frowning at his brother in confusion.\n\n\t“Don’t tell me you haven’t ever wondered what it’d be like to have someone else play with your dick,” Mikey said without even a blush. “There’s only so much a guy can do with his own hand before it starts to get boring. Bet Raph makes some hot noises. Probably gets you worked up too.”\n\n\t“It does not,” Don said, pulling himself up haughtily. “I’ve assisted Raph in a purely clinical manner, helping him just as any doctor would. There is nothing personal attached to it.”\n\n\t“Sure there’s not,” Mikey said. “Pfft. You’re full of it. Don’t I know Raph? He practically mainlines porn. He’ll never go back to his own hand if he’s got you doing that stuff for him.”\n\n\t“He hasn’t any choice,” Don said, wishing he could sound more positive of that.\n\n\tMikey caught the nuance in his tone. “You won’t turn him down. You never turn him down for anything. Bet you’re even proud that when Raph was at his weakest, he came to you. Who wouldn’t be? He’d never in a million years let Leo know he needed that and he sure as shell wouldn’t admit it to me.”\n\n\tDon couldn’t tell if Mikey was flattering him or simply stating a fact. As usual though, Mikey had hit on the truth. Unless it came down to a full blown fight, or there was some miraculous change in the way Raph thought, Don would continue to be his brother’s sex proxy.\n\n\t“Are you going to tell anyone about this?” Don asked warily.\n\n\t“Like who?” Mikey asked. “Leo already knows doesn’t he? Not gonna rock the boat by spilling it to Master Splinter, especially when I want something for keeping my mouth shut.”\n\n\tDon’s unease shot up a notch. “Blackmail bro’? Some new game system you want me to scrounge up out of thin air?”\n\n\tThe blue in Mikey’s eyes shone with a predatory light. “I only want equal treatment. I want you to do the same thing to me that you do to Raph.”\n\n\t“I already told you why I do that for Raph,” Don protested sharply. “He needed the help, you don’t.”\n\n\t“That’s not fair,” Mikey whined, refusing to back down. “If you’re helping Raph out like that, you have to do the same for me.”\n\n\t“I don’t have to do anything,” Don said. “Are you even thinking about the absurdity of that request? You’re asking your brother to give you an orgasm!”\n\n\t“You think I’m ever gonna go on a date and have a chance at real sex?” Mikey asked, almost parodying Raph’s words from the evening before. “If we can risk our lives for each other, why can’t we do sex stuff for each other?”\n\n\t“It’s not exactly the same thing,” Don said.\n\n\tMikey suddenly stepped back, lifting his hands as though surrendering. “Hey, no sweat, Donny. You don’t like me as much as Raph. I’ll just go ask Raphie to take care of me. That seems like a fair trade; you do him, he does me.”\n\n\tIn a near panic, Don grabbed at Mikey, who skipped out of his reach. “You will not ask Raph anything of the kind! He’s only just gotten back the use of his left hand. If you try pushing his buttons there’s no telling what he’ll do, other than it won’t be good.”\n\n\tMikey gave him a sly look. “Leo then. He knows you’re doing it to Raph, so he must be okay with it. Be kinda hot to have the hands that usually grip a katana wrapped around my . . . .”\n\n\t“Don’t you dare,” Don interrupted. “Mikey please, you’ve got to let this notion go.”\n\n\t“I won’t,” Mikey said, frowning at his brother. “One time in my life I wanna know what it’s like to have somebody service me. If I could pay for a hooker, I’d do it. We don’t even have to leave the garage, you can take care of me right here.”\n\n\tHe pointed at the back of the Battle Shell and looked at Don expectantly. Feeling like he was drowning, Don nodded, murmuring, “Okay. Just once, Mikey. Go lie down while I look for something I can use as lubricant.”\n\n\tTrembling with misgivings, Don searched around his work table until he found a jar of petroleum jelly. It wasn’t the best personal lubricant, but it was better than nothing.\n\n\tWhen Don returned to the Battle Shell, he found that Mikey had removed his weapons and belt, and was lying on his shell atop a blanket. He’d scooted to one side so that Don would have room to climb in next to him, which the genius did, albeit reluctantly.\n\n\tOne look told Don that Mikey was already very aroused. Taking a deep breath, Don removed the top from the petroleum jelly and dipped his fingers into it, transferring some to his palm.\n\n\t“Go ahead and drop down Mikey,” Don said, keeping his voice flat.\n\n\tMikey squirmed excitedly, reaching between his legs to coax his penis into the open. Once it made an appearance, the shaft inflated quickly, and Mikey groaned as he moved his hand aside.\n\n\tBracing himself, Don reached out and got a solid grip on Mikey’s cock.\n\n\t“Oh sh~ell,” Mikey crooned, shifting his hips. “Keep going.”\n\n\tDon began to stroke Mikey’s cock, thumbing the head on the upstroke, keeping a firm grip and a steady rhythm. Mikey had started to churr almost immediately, bringing an embarrassed flush to Don’s skin.\n\n\t“You’re so~o good at this!” Mikey exclaimed. “Ahh, ahh . . . oh man!”\n\n\tMikey lifted his hips and began thrusting into Don’s fist, urging his brother to go faster. His groans bounced off the walls of the Battle Shell, their reverberations resonating through Don’s body.\n\n\t“Oh, oh, Donny! Donny faster! Oh . . . ahh . . . shell!” Mikey moaned, his head thrashing from side to side.\n\n\tClenching tighter, Don sped up, watching pre-cum squirt from Mikey’s cock. Then his brother’s head turned, his blue eyes glazed and needy.\n\n\t“T . . . touch me,” Mikey whispered.\n\n\t“What?” Don asked, not understanding.\n\n\t“Here,” Mikey said, indicating his anal entrance. “Touch me there. It’s all tingly.”\n\n\t“I . . . I don’t . . . .” Don stuttered.\n\n\t“Touch me!” Mikey pleaded, panting heavily.\n\n\tDon closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, before looking down at Mikey’s opening. Closing his hand into a fist, he made sure to lubricate his finger before touching its tip to the tight ring of muscle and gently breaching the entrance.\n\n\t“Ahh! Yes!” Mikey howled, jerking uncontrollably and climaxing hard.\n\n\tCum gushed from his cock, bathing Don’s hand and arm. It coated Mikey’s plastron in sticky whiteness, oozing between his legs and dripping from Don’s other hand onto Mikey’s tail.\n\n\tMikey’s chest rose and fell with heaving breaths, his eyes closed. Don grabbed an edge of the blanket and quickly wiped his hands and arms onto it, then blotted at the mess layering Mikey’s body.\n\n\t“That was the best thing ever,” Mikey sighed, cracking one eye open to peer at his brother. “We have got to do that again.”\n\n\tDon watched as Mikey’s eye drifted shut. Bowing his head, Don consigned himself to the fact that he’d known his brother would say that.\n\nTBC…………….\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t“There was no penetration of any kind, so it wasn’t sex.”

Don repeated that statement aloud to himself, over and over as though it was a mantra.  “Raph was in trouble and needed me.  He’s confused; once his other hand is better, he’ll forget all about this nonsense.”

\tStaring up at the ceiling, Don lay on the daybed in his lab running what had occurred between him and Raph through his head.  He hadn’t slept a wink since Raph had left him.  After his encounter with his brother, Don had finally moved, going directly into the bathroom to shower.  He’d scrubbed the skin on his legs nearly raw out of a need to completely eradicate all traces of Raph’s spunk.

\tEven knowing that every hint of what they’d done had been erased, Don still felt unclean.  Air sanitizer had removed the scent from his lab, but just the knowledge that it had once smelled so strongly of his brother’s essence was off-putting.

\tThe only reason Don had forced himself to remain in the lab was because of the psychological effects leaving it would have on him.  If he didn’t go back in, he might not ever want to enter what had once been his sanctuary.

 \tDon couldn’t believe how quickly Raph had coerced him into doing what he wanted.  In no way a pushover, Don had still felt cornered by the choices Raph had given him.  Either allow Raph to use his body for his own gratification, or Raph would find some other way to expel his growing frustrations.

\tBecause Raph had a tendency to pull crazy stunts, Don couldn’t ignore the thinly veiled threat.  Giving in was Don’s only option; if he’d have gone to Master Splinter or Leo, Raph would have blown up and stormed out of the lair.  Attempts to physically subdue him would have led to something far worse than just letting Raph have an outlet for his sexual needs.

\tThere were such things as sexual therapists.  Don read a lot and had come across that term once while exploring the internet.  Usually these were people who counselled couples through performance difficulties, but there were some who actually coached by physical contact.

\tRaph had talked about having sex with his brothers as though it was as necessary as breathing, eating, and sleeping.  He’d had absolutely no qualms about going through with it right then and there, proof enough that he’d convinced himself there was nothing wrong with what he wanted.

\tIf Raph wasn’t attaching any emotional significance to the concept of incest, then what he wanted was something very akin to sexual therapy.  He’d come to Don for assistance because he considered the genius to be not only his physician, but a sort of psychiatrist as well.

\tAs he pondered this, a tiny thought entered the back of Don’s mind, telling him he was rationalizing a traumatic experience in order to make sense of it.  No one liked losing control over their own bodies, least of all a mutant turtle in a world filled with enemies.  Raph had taken Don’s ability to have a say in what would and wouldn’t happen to him away by essentially removing all other alternatives.

\tRolling onto his side, Don placed his hand over his eyes to force them to close.  Twisting this experience around in his head wasn’t going to get him anywhere because it was done and over with.  Just like the two hand jobs before it; they had happened and nothing but a time machine could change that.

\tFrom the way Raph had talked, it was pretty clear to Don that he wanted to continue having such interludes.  That left Don to figure out how he was going to deal with his brother.  It had only taken two times helping Raph out with a hand job before Leo caught on to what was occurring.

\tDon snorted.  He’d bet anything that Raph hadn’t even considered what his brothers would say when they found out about this.  If he continued to demand such attention, they would find out.  Leo was relentless when it came to digging out the truth and Mikey . . . well Mikey could practically sense any changes in his brother’s behavior long before they were visible to anyone.

\tAt some point while Don was mulling over his situation, he fell asleep.  He knew he’d done so when his alarm clock woke him.

\tGroaning, Don climbed out of bed and stretched.  The whir of his machines and the thickness of the walls he’d built for his lab gave him a nearly soundproofed environment, so until he walked out of the door, he had no idea what was going on in the lair.

\tLeo went past him as Don headed for the kitchen.  It was obvious that the turtle leader was on his way to Master Splinter’s room, but he stopped for a second to ask, “Late night, Donny?”

\tSince Don had no intention of giving Leo any clues as to his night, he merely grunted and said, “Coffee.”

\tChuckling, Leo said, “And there’s my answer.”

\tHe went on his way, leaving a thankful Don in his wake.  Shuffling into the kitchen, Don was both alarmed and dismayed to find Raph already occupying the room.

\tDon froze in the doorway, his first instinct to turn around and leave.  Before he could act, Raph jumped up from his chair and darted to the coffeemaker.  Pouring out a cup of the fragrant brew, he walked slowly back to the table and held the cup out towards Don.

\t“I knew what time ya’ normally get up, so I made a fresh pot for ya’,” Raph said.  “Come sit down and I’ll fix ya’ some breakfast too.”

\tFor a second Don just blinked at him.  Then Mikey appeared behind Don and shoved against his shell.

\t“Move it,” Mikey ordered.  “Never block my way into the kitchen.”

\tHe pushed by Don, propelling his brother forward.  Don slowly sank into a chair and Raph set the cup of coffee on the table in front of him.

\t“What do ya’ want to eat?  I could scramble ya’ some eggs, or heat up some sweet rolls,” Raph offered.

\t“Geez, how come Don gets such special treatment?” Mikey asked as he grabbed the orange juice out of the refrigerator.  “You broke your motorcycle, didn’t you?”

\t“Butt out halfwit,” Raph told him, though without any real malice.

\tDon actually appreciated Mikey’s comments because it gave his brain a chance to process the fact that Raph was being considerate.  Lifting his coffee cup, Don sipped the brew, very aware that Raph was waiting for an answer.

\tClearing his throat, Don said, “Just some toast.  I don’t want a heavy stomach when we practice.  Mikey’s already in a shoving kind of mood.”

\tMikey sat down opposite him, a glass of orange juice in one hand, and a slice of cold pizza in the other.  “Never get between a turtle and his breakfast dude.”

\tDropping two slices of bread into the toaster, Raph said, “Cold pizza ain’t breakfast.”

\t“’Course it is,” Mikey said.  “I’ve got all the major food groups here.  Bread, veggies, dairy, meat, and fruit.  What could be better for you than that?”

\t“Oatmeal,” Raph said, placing the strawberry jam on the table in front of Don.  “Maybe if ya’ added some fiber to that diet of yours ya’ wouldn’t hog the bathroom.”

\t“Eww.”  Mikey made a face at him.  “Some of us are eating.”

\tRaph put the toast on a plate and presented it with a flourish to Don.  “I apologize for Mikey being so gross at the table, Don.  Want me to throw him out?”

\tDespite feeling a little awkward, Don couldn’t help but laugh.  “It’s okay, I think I can manage to ignore him.”

\tSitting back down, Raph returned to his bowl of cereal, though he periodically glanced up at Don.  The expression on his face was unfathomable and that, along with the fact that Raph was being so attentive, kept Don off balance.

\tRaph’s unusual behavior was partly to blame for Don getting his rear handed to him during practice.  For the most part, Raph normally remained politely quiet while his brothers sparred, only occasionally tossing out a taunt or two.  Though Master Splinter frowned on that sort of thing, it was difficult for Raph to contain himself.

\tDuring this practice session, Raph watched Donatello like a hawk, offering encouragements like, “Footwork Donny”, “Behind ya’!” and “You’re hyperextending that arm.”

\tIt wasn’t as bothersome when Don was working with Mikey, who talked incessantly as a matter of course and drowned Raph out, but when Don faced off with Leo it proved to be a detriment.  Concentration was a key factor in sparring against Leo, who had lightning fast reflexes.  Each time Raph tried to be helpful it broke Don’s focus and he wound up flat on his shell.

\tSurprisingly, Master Splinter did not reprimand Raph for his sideline commentary.  When their bout was over and the four brothers were kneeling in a line in front of their Sensei, Master Splinter directed his attention to Don.

\t“My son, do you know why you were unable to effectively avoid Leonardo’s attacks?” Master Splinter asked him.

\t“I lost focus, Sensei,” Don said, not explaining further.

\tIt wasn’t necessary, his father knew the reason.  “You will not have the luxury of fighting in a pristine environment, Donatello.  A battle is loud, with people screaming things out to one another, and your brothers shouting directions at you.  Hearing their words without losing your focus is of grave importance.  Hearing your enemies words will often give you information you will likely need to stay alive.”

\t“Yes, Sensei,” Don said.

\tMaster Splinter’s tail tapped the ground as he looked down at Don.  After a moment, he said, “Raphael, Michelangelo.  One hand only takedowns.  To the center of the room please.”

\tSighing with relief, Don tried to pay attention as his two brightly banded brothers sparred.  He was glad that Raph was nearly back to full capacity, but worried too.  Once he had the complete use of both hands, would Raph insist on paying the Foot a visit?

\tGlancing surreptitiously at Leo, he saw that his brother was watching Raph and Mikey through narrowed eyes.  Perhaps Leo shared Don’s concern.  He and Raph had certainly argued the point enough in the last few days.

\tWhen practice ended, the brothers took turns hitting the showers.  Don opted to go last; his muscles were sore from the pounding he’d received during practice and he wanted to take his time with the hot water.

\tDon found that Raph was waiting for him in front of the infirmary door when the genius came back downstairs.

\t“Ya’ said ya’ wanted to take these stitches out today,” Raph reminded him.

\tNodding his acknowledgment, Don preceded Raph into the infirmary.  Raph took a seat on the exam table and quietly watched Don gather his medical equipment.

\tRaph seemed tentative now, without the bravado of the previous evening, or his jovial behavior from earlier in the day.  For the first time in his life, Don didn’t quite know how to talk to his brother, so he went about the job of removing the stitches from Raph’s thigh without saying anything.

\tHe could tell from the change in Raph’s breathing that his brother was reacting to Don’s hands on his thigh.  Don had misinterpreted those signs before; now he understood what Raph had meant when he’d said Don’s touch made him twitchy.  Translation; horny.

\tDon pressed his lips together and tried to focus on the job he was doing.  He was sure a lot of physicians dealt with unintentionally exciting their patients.  He’d muddle through it in as detached a manner as he could manage.

\t“Donny,” Raph said, stopping after speaking his brother’s name.  When he didn’t say anything else, curiosity made Don glance up.

\t“This isn’t bothering you is it?” Don asked with some concern.  “You shouldn’t really feel it.”

\t“Nah, it just tickles,” Raph said, seeming relieved that Don had spoken to him.  “I, uh, wanted to apologize to ya’.”

\tFrowning, Don asked, “For what happened at practice?  You were trying to help and besides, Master Splinter was right.”

\tRaph shook his head, looking intense.  “No, not that.  I want to apologize for last night.  I got carried away with what I wanted from ya’ and didn’t give ya’ any time to even think about it.  Hell, I kind of bullied ya’ into letting me, you know.”

He cleared his throat and continued, “For letting me use your body like that for my own sexual needs.  I guess being hurt bad enough so I couldn’t hardly do anything for myself made me think about how alone we are, how we always gotta take care of ourselves.  Ya’ always care so much about us that I didn’t think you’d mind helping me out.  I sort of needed to connect to somebody, ya’ know?”

There was an almost pleading look in Raph’s eyes, as if Don’s forgiveness meant everything to him.  Raph’s explanation for his behavior made sense to Don; of his brothers, Raph was the most passionate one, the one who felt their exile to the darkness of the sewers the strongest.

“I . . . think I understand,” Don told him with a touch of nervousness.  “I’m not angry with you Raph, just confused.  You know how much I hate it when any of you gets injured and threatening to go out and tempt fate was hurtful.”

“Yeah,” Raph said, looking down at Don’s hands as they rested on his thigh.  “I ain’t too proud of myself.  Ya’ really are the best Donny.  I probably don’t thank ya’ enough for the things ya’ do for us; for me.  Do ya’ forgive me for being a complete asshole?”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” Don said, touched by Raph’s show of vulnerability.  “I suppose we all feel lonely from time to time.  It’s natural, given our situation.”

“No hard feelings then?” Raph asked, looking hopeful.

Don had to smile.  “No hard feelings.  Let’s finish getting these stitches out so I can check your hand.  I’m hoping it will be almost fully healed in another week.”

His brother chuckled.  “Chalk up a win to mutant blood.  Might have made us outcasts, but at least we’re quick healing outcasts.”

As always, it was tough hearing him talk like that, but Don decided not to prolong the discussion by responding.  Instead he went about efficiently caring for Raph’s injuries.  As usual of late, Raph kept his eyes glued to Don’s face while his brother worked.

\tThey left the infirmary together.  Before they separated, Raph bumped his fist against Don’s bicep and said cheerfully, “Thanks for the tune-up bro’!”

\tGrinning at Raph’s retreating form, Don turned and suddenly noticed that Mikey had spun around on the couch to watch them.  His youngest brother’s penetrating stare held a touch of cunning that made Don’s steps falter.  Before he could do more than frown, Mikey had twisted around again and returned to his video game.

\tDon spent some time in the kitchen re-wiring the electrical outlet that the microwave was normally plugged into.  It was during a trip back from his lab with new wiring that he saw Leo and Raph together in the center of the lair.  Stopping at the kitchen entrance, he watched with trepidation, hoping they weren’t going to get into yet another fight.

\tInstead he saw Raph smile at Leo as he told him, “I made a whole bucket of them, all ya’ gotta do is swing those sharp blades of yours and cut them in half.  But ya’ gotta do it blindfolded.”

\t“Sounds like a challenge,” Leo replied good-naturedly.

\t“Ya’ up for this bro’?” Raph asked as he turned Leo’s mask to the side.

\t“Give me your best shot,” Leo said.

\tRaph stepped back to where a large, plastic bucket sat.  Reaching inside, he pulled out a ball made of old socks.  Without giving Leo any warning, he launched the ball at his older brother’s head.

\tWith incredible speed Leo pulled his swords from their sheaths and unerringly cut the ball not just in half, but into fourths.  Again and again, Raph sent sock missiles at his brother, moving around the lair so as not to throw them from the same spot every time.  Leo spun and leaped, his body a blur as he found each ball with his katanas.

\tThough Don had a job to finish, he couldn’t stop watching his brother.  Don always found it fascinating how Leo could do such an amazing job of fighting blind.  They all practiced that skill, but Leo seemed to take to darkness naturally.

\tWhen the bucket was empty Raph started to clap as Leo sheathed his swords and straightened his mask.

\t“Ya’ got ‘em all,” Raph said with a grin.

\tLeo gazed around him at the pieces of cloth scattered everywhere and then back at Raph.  “I enjoyed that exercise,” he said.  “Thanks for thinking that up.  We should try that with your sai once your hand is better.  Stabbing them probably won’t be as messy.”

\t“Don’t worry about the mess,” Raph said as Leo started to pick up the sliced socks.  “I got this, go meditate.  I know ya’ ain’t done that all day.”

\tThere was a surprised look on Leo’s face when Raph started to collect the pieces and toss them back into the bucket.  “Thanks, Raph.”

\tGoing into the kitchen, Don thought about what he’d just witnessed.  He realized that what he’d done for Raph had the second hand effect of helping Leo too.  It might have been a troubling experience, but it was ending on a happy note.  Maybe his brain wouldn’t dwell on it anymore and Don could go back to feeling normal again, especially since Raph had apologized.

\tDon was starting to feel mellower than he had in a week by the time dinner was over.  Raph turned the cleanup afterwards into a game, assigning points to the different chores and roping Mikey in to helping him.

\tWith one repair completed, Don headed to his lab to check his to-do list.  He entered to find Leonardo standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, obviously waiting for Don.

\t“Close the door,” Leo said.

\tDespite disliking the preemptory tone, Don pushed the door shut.  Though he didn’t want to ask the question, Don knew it was expected of him.  “Is something wrong?”

\t“You helped Raph again last night, didn’t you?” Leo demanded.

\tOnce again there was a surge of annoyance at having Leo question procedures that Donatello felt were totally within his domain.

\t“I hadn’t intended on it, but Raph’s having a difficult time right now,” Don explained, careful not to let his displeasure show.  “Giving him this outlet is keeping him calm.”

\t“Controlling Raphael’s moods for him is not your responsibility,” Leo insisted.

\t“It sort of is,” Don argued.  “He needs time to heal and the more temperate he is, the greater chance he won’t reinjure himself.  Or run off to give the first bad guy he comes across a beat down.”

\t“He’s been told to stay in the lair,” Leo said.

\tDon laughed shortly.  “Has he ever listened to that instruction when he gets angry?  How many times have you physically tackled him when he’s set off to do something insane?”

\t“That’s beside the point,” Leo said.  “This situation between you two is spiraling out of control.  I’m going to talk to Raph about it.”

\t“No!” Don yelped, feeling a touch of panic.  Forcing down that sudden surge of adrenaline, Don repeated, “No.  I’m dealing with this.  Raph and I have a sensible handle on what we’re doing.  He knows it’s only until he sees that his anxiety over losing the use of his hand is unfounded.  This is what works for him, Leo.”

\tHis brother stared at him disapprovingly.  “Is it what works for you, Donny?  Are you honestly okay with being a . . . a sex proxy?  Suppose he can’t go back to simply using his own hand?  Are you even prepared for that possibility?”

\tIf Don answered as sincerely as Leo expected him to, he’d have to say no.  In fact, he was very fearful that turning Raph away after this was going to be painful for both of them.

\tThe last thing that Don needed right now however, was for the situation with Raph to turn nasty.  He worried that a thwarted and perhaps sexually frustrated Raph might instigate an ugly confrontation with Leo.

\tThere was also the slight hope that Raph had decided not to seek out Don’s help any longer.  His apology seemed sincere, as though Raph had finally realized that his demands were upsetting to Don.

\t“I think you don’t give Raph sufficient credit,” Don replied slowly.  “He’s enough of a realist to know this can’t actually continue.  Besides, he would hate to be that dependent on anyone for anything and you know it.  Don’t tell me it wasn’t nice seeing him so agreeable today.  I know you enjoyed that exercise the two of you contrived.  So I have to do something a little unorthodox to ease his tension, who is it really hurting?”

\tLeo didn’t respond right away, instead taking a moment to study his brother.  Don felt like he was under a microscope and did his level best to disguise any turmoil he was experiencing.

\tApparently he managed to do so because Leo shook his head, lowering his arms and looking less rigid.  “I hope you know what you’re doing, Donny.  If this bites you it’s going to hurt all of us.”

\t“Trust me,” Don said, feeling like a hypocrite.  “I know where Raph’s head is right now.  I can deal with him best if no one interferes.”

\tLeo started out of the room, pausing when he came abreast of his brother.  “Donny, if I see that any of this is turning sour, I’m going to intervene.”

\t“Accepted,” Don said, happy when Leo nodded and left him.

\tDon decided that what he needed most was a break from his family.  There was an electrical system problem in the Battle Shell and Don had put off working on it because they weren’t going anywhere.  At this time of night he wouldn’t be disturbed in the garage, so he took the elevator up, happy that no one seemed to take note of his departure.

\tSeveral hours passed while Don labored in privacy, enjoying his solitude.  Then the sound of the elevator door reached him and Don felt his entire body tense.  Crawling out from a control panel in the back of the Battle Shell, Don stepped out of the vehicle, expecting to see Raphael.

\tInstead it was his youngest brother Michelangelo who approached him.

\t“I don’t suppose you came up here to help,” Don said without expecting much.

\t“I came up here for some answers,” Mikey said, hands on his hips.

\tIt was his patented no-nonsense pose and meant Mikey had figured out that something was going on that he was not privy to, a fact that always drove the youngest turtle nuts.

\tDon's heart dropped into his stomach.  He was not prepared to deal with Mikey’s badgering.  His brother was nothing if not tenacious.

\t“What makes you think I have any?” Don countered, cleaning his hands with a disinfectant wipe.

\t“Because it’s all centered on you,” Mikey blurted.  “Raph and Leo have been having private pow-wows with you like you’re some sort of oracle.  One day Raph’s in a good mood, the next day he’s crashing.  What gives?”

\t“Would it do any good if I told you nothing special was going on and even if they were getting something off their chests, it’s not your business?” Don asked.

\t“No,” Mikey said flatly.  “You know how much I hate secrets.  I think this one’s big and I think I know what it is.  Raph’s taking drugs, isn’t he?”

\tDon’s mouth dropped open.  “Where did get that idea?  No, Raph’s not taking drugs.”

\t“You’re giving him something to make him agreeable, right?” Mikey contended.  “Leo’s in on it.  Raph probably doesn’t even know you’re doing it ‘cause you figured it’s for his own good, otherwise he’ll try to fight the Foot one handed.”

\t“I’m not giving Raph drugs,” Don said.  “I would never do that to any of you without your knowledge or consent.  Besides, you know how much Raph hates narcotics.  He’s never missed a chance to beat up a drug dealer.”

\t“But you’re doing something special for Raph aren’t you?” Mikey asked.  “Something that puts him in a really good mood.”

\t“I’m not doing a thing,” Don said, working to keep a straight face.  “He’s in a good mood because he’s almost all healed up.”

\t“Nope, that’s not it.”  Mikey eyed his brother, his expression thoughtful.

\tDon could practically feel the heat rising on his neck and turned aside, pretending to look for something in the back of the Battle Shell.  Mikey moved with him, standing just to Don’s right and leaning in close to get a look at Don’s face.

 \t“Oh shell!” Mikey exclaimed, snapping his fingers.  “You’re totally blowing him!”

\t“What?  No!” Don yelled, glaring at Mikey.  The self-satisfied grin on his brother’s face was beyond annoying.  “Go away, I’m trying to work.  Take your sick fantasies with you.”

\t“Maybe you aren’t give him head, but you’re doing something,” Mikey stated emphatically.  “I have the room on the other side of Raph’s and I know how often he jacks off.  His hands were all wrapped up so he couldn’t take care of himself.  That’s part of why he was so cranky, ‘cause he can’t sleep until he’s blown his wad.”

\t“Where do you learn these terms?” Don muttered, not really wanting to know.  He just wished Mikey would leave.

\t“If he’s not spanking the monkey,” Mikey continued as though he hadn’t heard Don, “then you are.  Otherwise he’d have gone off the deep end by now.  You’ve been giving him hand jobs!”

\t  Exasperated, Don spun on him.  “What business is it of anyone’s if I have?  Raph burned his hands!  He’s been in pain and he won’t take sedatives.  I had to do something!”

\t“Whoa, defensive much?” Mikey asked, lifting his eye ridges.  “I’m not freaking out about it, I think it’s cool.  We should be sexing each other up, I mean, who else is gonna do it?”

\t“You . . . what?” Don said, frowning at his brother in confusion.

\t“Don’t tell me you haven’t ever wondered what it’d be like to have someone else play with your dick,” Mikey said without even a blush.  “There’s only so much a guy can do with his own hand before it starts to get boring.  Bet Raph makes some hot noises.  Probably gets you worked up too.”

\t“It does not,” Don said, pulling himself up haughtily.  “I’ve assisted Raph in a purely clinical manner, helping him just as any doctor would.  There is nothing personal attached to it.”

\t“Sure there’s not,” Mikey said.  “Pfft.  You’re full of it.  Don’t I know Raph?  He practically mainlines porn.  He’ll never go back to his own hand if he’s got you doing that stuff for him.”

\t“He hasn’t any choice,” Don said, wishing he could sound more positive of that.

\tMikey caught the nuance in his tone.  “You won’t turn him down.  You never turn him down for anything.  Bet you’re even proud that when Raph was at his weakest, he came to you.  Who wouldn’t be?  He’d never in a million years let Leo know he needed that and he sure as shell wouldn’t admit it to me.”

\tDon couldn’t tell if Mikey was flattering him or simply stating a fact.  As usual though, Mikey had hit on the truth.  Unless it came down to a full blown fight, or there was some miraculous change in the way Raph thought, Don would continue to be his brother’s sex proxy.

\t“Are you going to tell anyone about this?” Don asked warily.

\t“Like who?” Mikey asked.  “Leo already knows doesn’t he?  Not gonna rock the boat by spilling it to Master Splinter, especially when I want something for keeping my mouth shut.”

\tDon’s unease shot up a notch.  “Blackmail bro’?  Some new game system you want me to scrounge up out of thin air?”

\tThe blue in Mikey’s eyes shone with a predatory light.  “I only want equal treatment.  I want you to do the same thing to me that you do to Raph.”

\t“I already told you why I do that for Raph,” Don protested sharply.  “He needed the help, you don’t.”

\t“That’s not fair,” Mikey whined, refusing to back down.  “If you’re helping Raph out like that, you have to do the same for me.”

\t“I don’t have to do anything,” Don said.  “Are you even thinking about the absurdity of that request?  You’re asking your brother to give you an orgasm!”

\t“You think I’m ever gonna go on a date and have a chance at real sex?” Mikey asked, almost parodying Raph’s words from the evening before.  “If we can risk our lives for each other, why can’t we do sex stuff for each other?”

\t“It’s not exactly the same thing,” Don said.

\tMikey suddenly stepped back, lifting his hands as though surrendering.  “Hey, no sweat, Donny.  You don’t like me as much as Raph.  I’ll just go ask Raphie to take care of me.  That seems like a fair trade; you do him, he does me.”

\tIn a near panic, Don grabbed at Mikey, who skipped out of his reach.  “You will not ask Raph anything of the kind!  He’s only just gotten back the use of his left hand.  If you try pushing his buttons there’s no telling what he’ll do, other than it won’t be good.”

\tMikey gave him a sly look.  “Leo then.  He knows you’re doing it to Raph, so he must be okay with it.  Be kinda hot to have the hands that usually grip a katana wrapped around my . . . .”

\t“Don’t you dare,” Don interrupted.  “Mikey please, you’ve got to let this notion go.”

\t“I won’t,” Mikey said, frowning at his brother.  “One time in my life I wanna know what it’s like to have somebody service me.  If I could pay for a hooker, I’d do it.  We don’t even have to leave the garage, you can take care of me right here.”

\tHe pointed at the back of the Battle Shell and looked at Don expectantly.  Feeling like he was drowning, Don nodded, murmuring, “Okay.  Just once, Mikey.  Go lie down while I look for something I can use as lubricant.”

\tTrembling with misgivings, Don searched around his work table until he found a jar of petroleum jelly.  It wasn’t the best personal lubricant, but it was better than nothing.

\tWhen Don returned to the Battle Shell, he found that Mikey had removed his weapons and belt, and was lying on his shell atop a blanket.  He’d scooted to one side so that Don would have room to climb in next to him, which the genius did, albeit reluctantly.

\tOne look told Don that Mikey was already very aroused.  Taking a deep breath, Don removed the top from the petroleum jelly and dipped his fingers into it, transferring some to his palm.

\t“Go ahead and drop down Mikey,” Don said, keeping his voice flat.

\tMikey squirmed excitedly, reaching between his legs to coax his penis into the open.  Once it made an appearance, the shaft inflated quickly, and Mikey groaned as he moved his hand aside.

\tBracing himself, Don reached out and got a solid grip on Mikey’s cock.

\t“Oh sh~ell,” Mikey crooned, shifting his hips.  “Keep going.”

\tDon began to stroke Mikey’s cock, thumbing the head on the upstroke, keeping a firm grip and a steady rhythm.  Mikey had started to churr almost immediately, bringing an embarrassed flush to Don’s skin.

\t“You’re so~o good at this!” Mikey exclaimed.  “Ahh, ahh . . . oh man!”

\tMikey lifted his hips and began thrusting into Don’s fist, urging his brother to go faster.  His groans bounced off the walls of the Battle Shell, their reverberations resonating through Don’s body.

\t“Oh, oh, Donny!  Donny faster!  Oh . . . ahh . . . shell!” Mikey moaned, his head thrashing from side to side.

\tClenching tighter, Don sped up, watching pre-cum squirt from Mikey’s cock.  Then his brother’s head turned, his blue eyes glazed and needy.

\t“T . . . touch me,” Mikey whispered.

\t“What?” Don asked, not understanding.

\t“Here,” Mikey said, indicating his anal entrance.  “Touch me there.  It’s all tingly.”

\t“I . . . I don’t . . . .” Don stuttered.

\t“Touch me!” Mikey pleaded, panting heavily.

\tDon closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, before looking down at Mikey’s opening.  Closing his hand into a fist, he made sure to lubricate his finger before touching its tip to the tight ring of muscle and gently breaching the entrance.

\t“Ahh!  Yes!” Mikey howled, jerking uncontrollably and climaxing hard.

\tCum gushed from his cock, bathing Don’s hand and arm.  It coated Mikey’s plastron in sticky whiteness, oozing between his legs and dripping from Don’s other hand onto Mikey’s tail.

\tMikey’s chest rose and fell with heaving breaths, his eyes closed.  Don grabbed an edge of the blanket and quickly wiped his hands and arms onto it, then blotted at the mess layering Mikey’s body.

\t“That was the best thing ever,” Mikey sighed, cracking one eye open to peer at his brother.  “We have got to do that again.”

\tDon watched as Mikey’s eye drifted shut.  Bowing his head, Don consigned himself to the fact that he’d known his brother would say that.

TBC…………….

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