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No money being made.\nWord Count part 7: 6,998 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 7: 6,998 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“Hey sleepy head, time to wake up,” Mikey said in a low, genial tone.\n\n\tDonatello opened one eye, the other buried in his pillow, and saw his younger brother standing next to the bed with a tray in his hands. Rolling onto his shell, Don scooted up so that he could lean against the wall in a seated position.\n\n\t“What time is it?” Don asked with a frown.\n\n\t“Early,” Mikey said, placing the tray on the bed next to Don’s knees. He sat down beside his brother. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed. You have a choice of cereal or cold pizza.”\n\n\t“I can’t believe you left the room without my hearing you,” Don said, rubbing at his face and discovering that his mask was missing.\n\n\tMikey grinned. “You slept good, huh?” he asked teasingly.\n\n\tAcknowledging that might bring up the subject of why Don was in Mikey’s bed at all, so instead Don looked past his brother to the clock on his nightstand. It was a little past five-thirty a.m.\n\n\t“We’ve got practice in an hour,” Don said.\n\n\t“I know,” Mikey said. “I got up and showered before I went down to get breakfast. I would have made you something hot to eat, but I didn’t have time to cook ‘cause I didn’t want to get caught in the kitchen. I figured you wouldn’t want me to have to explain why I was taking food up to my room.”\n\n\t“Was anyone else up?” Don asked, a feeling of dread settling into his stomach.\n\n\t“Don’t worry,” Mikey said, sensing his brother’s unease. “Raph’s still asleep and Leo’s in the dojo already. I made sure he didn’t spot me, not that he’s paying attention to anything but his katanas.”\n\n\t“His being in there so early is a bad sign,” Don said with concern.\n\n\t“Worry about him later,” Mikey said. “Eat now. You’ll want to rinse off before practice or everyone will smell me on you.”\n\n\tDetermined to not yet think about what he and Mikey had done together, Don reached for the cereal, pouring milk from a glass into the bowl. As he ate, Don watched as Mikey happily munched on leftover pizza, his demeanor entirely different from how it had been the day before.\n\n\tAs much as he would love to ignore the subject of last night with the hopes that their activity would soon be forgotten by both of them, Don knew that wasn’t a feasible option. It was bad enough that he might already have given Mikey false hopes of a continuance, but the abrupt change in Mikey’s mood was going to be noticed.\n\n\t“About last night,” Don began after finishing his cereal.\n\n\t“It was great, wasn’t it Donny?” Mikey asked, looking hopeful.\n\n\t“I know you enjoyed it,” Don said, picking his words carefully, “and I’m happy I could give you that. It’s just that personally, I’m ambivalent with regards to sex.”\n\n\t“But you liked what we did,” Mikey said, appearing perplexed.\n\n\t“I responded physically,” Don explained. “It feels good to my body and I’m not going to deny that. It’s just that mentally I’m having a difficult time reconciling sexual activities with our station in life.”\n\n\tMikey shrugged. “I don’t know what that means. You love me don’t you, Donny?”\n\n\tDon reached out and squeezed Mikey’s arm. “Of course I do. It’s just that I don’t think about sex in the same context as you. I’ve never felt that I’m missing something in my life by not having an intimate partner.”\n\n\t“I guess it’s ‘cause you have lots of other stuff to think about all the time,” Mikey said, looking wise. “If you never have time to feel the sun on your face, then you don’t how good the sun feels, or how good it is for you.”\n\n\t“It’s not quite the same thing, Mikey,” Don said. “Sex isn’t a necessity to me. I don’t ever spend time wondering about it, or longing for it. Loving my brothers as brothers satisfies me.”\n\n\t“But if you could have more than that, why wouldn’t you take it?” Mikey asked, sounding genuinely bewildered. “There’s love, and then there’s [i]love[/i]. You only get the second one by connecting with someone in every kind of way. I don’t get why we don’t deserve to have what every other living thing on the planet gets to have.”\n\n\t“Oh Mikey, you do deserve to have that,” Don said, worried that he wasn’t handling the conversation properly. He did not want to send Mikey off into the same depressed state that he’d been in the day before.\n\n\t“Cool, then that’s settled,” Mikey said, his expression brightening. He slid off of the bed and picked up the tray of dishes. “I’ll run these downstairs and then go keep Leo busy while you take a shower. Hurry up so you don’t run into Raph in the hallway.”\n\n\tMikey was out the door before Don could say anything else. Don felt a touch of dismay at Mikey’s reaction to his revelation that he didn’t care for sex. He had tried to say it in such a way that Mikey wouldn’t feel as though he’d been rejected because that wasn’t the case. The lack of enthusiasm was entirely on Don’s side and he hadn’t wanted his brother to suffer as a result of that.\n\n\tTrying to explain that in a way that would save Mikey’s feelings had apparently given his brother a wrong impression. Or maybe Mikey had simply chosen to take Don’s words the wrong way. He had certainly bounced out of his room under the seeming impression that last night’s sexual interlude with Don was the beginning of something that was going to continue.\n\n\tDon rolled out of Mikey’s bed with a sigh. Gathering his belt, Don searched the bed for his mask without finding it and finally gave up. He had spares and no time to dig around in the junk scattered throughout Mikey’s bedroom.\n\n\tCautiously peering out of the room, Donny saw that the coast was clear and made straight for the bathroom. He quickly hopped into a shower stall and scrubbed his body, taking care to thoroughly soap up his lower regions.\n\n\tHe made it to his own room without encountering anyone and donned fresh gear, his adrenaline pumping. There was altogether too much drama in his life now because of that one indiscreet moment a week ago.\n\nSomehow Don had to extricate himself from Raph and Mikey’s clutches without raising an uproar. The reality was that being a genius didn’t give him the answers to this particular problem.\n\nIf Leonardo had been surprised at the about face in Mikey’s mood, it no longer showed by the time Don arrived in the dojo. The two of them were doing partner stretches and didn’t look up when Don entered. Raph came in almost on Don’s heels and without a word they paired up to help each other stretch as well.\n\nRaph was always all business during practice and this morning was no exception. Despite the inability to use his right hand, he was still able to drop Don to the mat a couple of times during their sparring match. Don preferred to think it was because Raph was extra enthusiastic for getting to participate again and because Don himself was a little preoccupied.\n\nAs they kneeled side by side to watch Leo and Mikey spar, Raph whispered, “Your mind wasn’t in it, Brainiac. Ya’ go drifting off into the mental clouds during a real fight and your shell’s gonna get handed to ya’.”\n\n“I know,” Don whispered back. “I’ll get it together so you don’t have to watch my back.”\n\nRaph’s grin was cocky as he glanced at his brother. “Watching your [i]ass [/i]is what I do. I just expect ya’ to help out with that sometimes.”\n\nDon bit back a retort. He deserved some razzing for his performance during practice but it wasn’t just that. The way Raph had said ‘watching your ass’ was laced with lecherous undertones and Don had no intention of encouraging him.\n\nThe silence between them then might have gotten uncomfortable if not for what was occurring on the practice floor in front of them. Master Splinter had called for Leo and Mikey to spar with weapons, to which Mikey had said something to the effect that Leo better make sure he had a good grip on his.\n\nIt was the usual kind of jocular statement the younger turtle always made, meant to tease and throw his opponent off his game. That wasn’t something that had ever worked on Leo, who couldn’t be riled the way Raph could, but Mikey did it out of habit.\n\nWhat changed was what happened after that initial verbal salvo. Mikey didn’t utter another word. A look of utmost concentration settled on his face and Mikey attacked his brother with a ferocity that had Leo dancing backwards.\n\nIt wasn’t just the spinning nunchakus, striking at Leo from unexpected directions that had Leo on his toes, it was how Mikey chose to move during his attack that was throwing Leo off his game. Mikey was turning and twisting as well, his body all kinetic energy, making it nearly impossible to calculate where he might be at any given moment.\n\nMikey’s sheer athleticism was giving him a powerful advantage and for once he was using it the way his family had always known he could. Don had only seen him that focused once, and that had been when he’d outsmarted the Lone Survivor during their trip to the underground city. At that time Mikey had extra incentive; his brothers had been in eminent danger.\n\nLeo’s speed kept them evenly matched for a while, his ability to have his katana up within a split second in order to deflect Mikey’s nunchaku. As the match progressed, Mikey’s movements not only grew more intricate, he got faster.\n\nTo one side of Leo, Mikey struck at the outer muscle on his brother’s thigh. Before his weapon could connect, Leo’s katana came down to turn aside the blow. Mikey twirled in the direction of his nunchuck and then leaped high to avoid a downward cut from Leo’s sword.\n\nWhile in the air, Mikey whirled twice, changing his direction to come down on Leo’s opposite side. Anticipating a strike at his exposed shoulder, Leo brought his sword up, but rather than going for a body strike, Mikey wrapped his nunchaku chain around Leo’s katana and yanked it from his hand.\n\nThe sword clattered against the opposite wall and Leo swiftly lifted the remaining one into a two-handed grip to ward off Mikey’s attack. Using both nunchaku at once, Mikey ducked below Leo’s outstretched arms, striking Leo just above his left elbow and on top of his foot.\n\nLeo stumbled backwards, his left arm dropping numbly to his side. He swept down at Mikey’s shell with his sword, but the younger turtle was already rolling away from him. Before Leo could get set for his pursuit, Mikey hurtled onto his hands, springing off from the floor and coming down with both nunchucks right on top of his brother’s remaining katana.\n\nThe sword hit the floor and Mikey lunged at Leo, both nunchucks palmed. Just before the baton ends made contact with the sides of Leo’s neck, Mikey stopped.\n\nLooking expectantly at Leo, Mikey waited.\n\nA slow smile spread across Leo’s lips. “Yield.”\n\nDonatello realized his mouth was hanging open and quickly snapped it shut. Next to him he heard Raph mutter under his breath, “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”\n\nLeo and Mikey bowed to one another and then turned to Master Splinter who said, “Well done, Michelangelo. Your focus this morning was most gratifying to behold.”\n\n“Thanks Sensei,” Mikey said, beaming at his father.\n\n“In all, I am well pleased with the work everyone has done this morning,” Master Splinter said. Looking towards his other two sons, who had risen to their feet, he added, “Donatello, perhaps you can finish whatever project has your attention so that your efforts here will not suffer. You are all dismissed.”\n\nHis sons bowed as Master Splinter left the dojo and then Leo retrieved his swords. The four brothers met in the center of the room and Raph slapped the back of Mikey’s shell.\n\n“Well done, little brother,” Raph told him. “Don’t know what the hell got into ya’, but keep it up.”\n\nDon felt himself start to flush and was happy that Raph and Leo’s attention was on Mikey. “I’m feeling good this morning,” Mikey said. “The birds are singing, the sun is shining . . . well, at least I think it is. I’ve got the whole day in front of me to do with as I please. I decided to start it off by kicking some butt.”\n\n“If that’s what gets you motivated, then I’m all for it,” Leo said. “I’m going to meditate if anyone wants to join me?”\n\n“Sure, I’ll give you an hour,” Mikey said agreeably. “Remember to tell Master Splinter I did, so he’ll subtract it from my weekly quota.”\n\nLeo chuckled. “I figured it came with a price.”\n\nHe looked at Raph who hastily said, “I have an appointment with Donny here to have my bandages changed. Some other time, bro’.”\n\nNodding his acknowledgment, Leo moved over to the corner of the dojo where they normally meditated. Mikey gave Don a bright smile before joining his older brother in lighting a few candles.\n\nDon avoided looking at Raph as they walked to the infirmary. He stood aside to allow Raph to enter first and then made sure to leave the door wide open.\n\nThere was a knowing flash in Raph’s eyes as Don went past him to gather the necessary medical supplies. Rather than sitting in a chair to have his hand looked at, Raph chose to hop up on the side of the examination table.\n\nKnees spread wide, Raph kept his arm close to his body as he turned his palm up, forcing Don to stand between his legs. Keeping his head down, Don carefully removed the old wrappings from Raph’s hand and avoided catching his eye.\n\n“Mikey sure did an about face in moods, didn’t he?” Raph asked.\n\nDon set the old bandages aside and inspected Raph’s palm. “He’s always bounced back fast.”\n\n“Yeah, but he usually needs some kind of motivation first,” Raph said. He paused for a second and then asked, “How come ya’ suddenly got so much color in your face, Donny? Something wrong with my hand?”\n\n“No!” Don yelped, and then swallowed as he worked to control his embarrassment. “Your hand looks fine. In fact, I’m only going to put a light dressing on it today. Don’t use it yet, but I think we’ll be able to leave off the bandaging completely in a couple of days.”\n\n“I’m all for that,” Raph said agreeably.\n\nIt was at that point that Don realized his brother wasn’t as testy and boorish as he had been the day before.\n\nFinally looking up, Don asked suspiciously, “You haven’t already been using that hand to . . . um, [i]for [/i]any reason have you?”\n\nRaph snickered. “Nope, I ain’t been jacking off with it. Ya’ can say what ya’ mean Donny, it ain’t like it’s a big mystery to ya’ anymore. Fact is, I didn’t sleep all that great night before last, though I was able to get a few hours before practice this morning.”\n\nDon felt relieved. “I’m glad to hear that.”\n\n“Yep,” Raph continued, “I sure didn’t think I was gonna manage even that much last night ‘cause I was still pretty pissed at Leo. Speaking of hearing stuff, ya’ know I was wide awake just lying there in my hammock when some strange sounds caught my attention.”\n\n“Sounds?” Don asked, his throat beginning to constrict.\n\n“Seemed to be coming from Mikey’s room,” Raph said, his glowing golden eyes boring into Don. “I got up to investigate ‘cause I was worried about him since we hadn’t seen him all day. Put my head against his door and listened in. What do ya’ think I heard?”\n\nDon couldn’t manage an answer, though a small squeak worked its way past his lips.\n\n“That’s right, I heard the two of ya’ going at it,” Raph said with a satisfied look on his face. “For someone who claims not to be into sex, ya’ sure were giving out some real encouraging moans.”\n\n“It wasn’t like that,” Don protested heatedly.\n\n“Of course it wasn’t,” Raph said. “Whatever it was though sounded like something I should have a piece of. I mean, it must’ve been good for ya’ to have spent the night in Mikey’s bed.”\n\n“Just because I slept with him doesn’t mean there was more to it than that,” Don said. “He needed the reassurance that he wasn’t alone.”\n\n“That’s mighty fine,” Raph said smoothly. “I need that same kind of reassurance. I’ll just be joining ya’ in your room tonight so ya’ can support me in my moment of loneliness too.”\n\n“Mikey needed my help, you don’t,” Don said.\n\n“Who can judge that better than me?” Raph asked. “I guess if ya’ don’t want to sleep next to me, I could let Leo know why it was that Mikey was so damn good at practice today.”\n\n“That’s blackmail,” Don replied with a sinking stomach.\n\n“Not if ya’ didn’t do anything Leo might not approve of,” Raph said. “I can always check with Mikey and find out.”\n\nFeeling cornered, Don looked away from Raph so that he could think. Raph had said he wanted Don to sleep next to him. If Don remained steadfast, he could easily keep Raph’s lecherous tendencies at bay and still manage to fulfill his part of the bargain.\n\n“Fine, I’ll do it,” Don said. “But you don’t enter my room unless the coast is clear. If Leo sees you it defeats the purpose of your blackmail.”\n\nRaph’s predatory grin did not ease Don’s tension one bit. “Let’s seal that deal,” he said.\n\nBefore Don could react, Raph had grasped him by the back of the neck and pulled him forward. Off balance, Don grabbed hold of the edges of his brother’s shell to steady himself just as Raph’s mouth covered his.\n\nCaught off guard, Don couldn’t close his lips in time and Raph’s tongue plunged into his mouth. With a great deal of enthusiasm, Raph plundered Don’s mouth, engaging the genius’ tongue despite Don’s efforts to dodge him.\n\nWorking his hand between them, Don shoved hard against Raph’s plastron and broke the kiss. “What the heck? The door’s wide open!”\n\n“Glad to know that’s the only thing about our kiss that bothered ya’,” Raph said in a low, husky tone. Jumping down from the table, he caught Don’s biceps before his brother could back away. “Ya’ best not lock yourself away in that lab of yours and forget about me tonight. My feelings might get hurt.”\n\nWith a wink he released Don and strode out the door.\n\nDon leaned forward, resting his hands against the exam table as he tried to quiet his nerves. He should have known that Raph would hear him with Mikey; he knew that Raph wasn’t sleeping well. How could that fact have escaped him unless subconsciously he didn’t care?\n\nOf course he cared. Don pushed off from the table and set about putting his medical supplies away. Last night he hadn’t spent one iota of time thinking about anyone hearing them, he’d been too worried about Mikey. When things started to happen between them, Don’s entire focus had been on his younger brother.\n\nThis situation was becoming entirely too complicated. Every time Don thought he saw a path to extricating himself from his plight, it was blocked by unforeseen circumstances.\n\nFor a moment Don toyed with the idea of going to Leo and laying everything out in front of him. Leo had already offered to intervene and he would put a quick and decisive stop to it all.\n\nDon could not bring himself to do that. Raph had already said something today about having to watch Don’s ass, and though he might have meant that as a double entendre, there was still an underlying truth there. His brothers all too often did bail him out during a fight. He couldn’t ask Leo to do that again.\n\nThen there were the other repercussions of allowing Leo to step in and fix things for him. Don had seen how Leo’s words had upset Mikey. They had offered the youngest turtle no hope for the future, and hope was something that Mikey lived on.\n\nRaph would also take what he’d consider Leo’s meddling badly. He’d already told Leo that what he’d done with Don meant something to him. How much and in what way was something Don didn’t know, but what he did know was that Raph would blow up if Leo sounded like he was issuing orders.\n\nShutting his eyes, Don took several deep breaths. Leo wouldn’t escape a confrontation of this sort unscathed either. He might have acted like Raph’s words from the night before last hadn’t stung him, but there was clear evidence that they had. As he’d told Mikey, Leo hitting the dojo so much earlier than everyone else was a bad sign.\n\nThat was what made up Don’s mind to continue handling Raph and Mikey himself. Mikey had gotten the sexual experience he’d wanted and Don felt he could safely cut him off. Raph would learn tonight that Don meant to take his request to sleep with him literally.\n\nAlready far behind on his to-do list, Don left the lab and got to work. The first and most urgent item was finishing his repairs to the Battle Shell. He hadn’t gotten back to it after Mikey’s initial interruption and it wasn’t drivable in its current condition. With Raph’s hand healing rapidly, there was no telling when Leo might decide to strike back at the Foot, and Don did not want to be the reason his brother’s plans went awry.\n\nAfter spending a half-hour attempting to get at the electrical problem without having to remove the control panel, Don gave up and set about taking the entire thing apart. It would have been nice to have Raph’s assistance, even if he was down by one hand, Don wasn’t going to ask. Far be it from him to feel like he owed Raph anything, or to have Raph behave as though he did.\n\nTired of listening to his own thoughts, Don turned on his radio and tuned it to a classic rock station. With the music blaring, he began tracing and testing wires in the back of the Battle Shell.\n\nDon had no idea of how much time had passed when the music suddenly faded out. Thinking that something was wrong with the radio, Don crawled to the end of the vehicle and came face to face with Leonardo.\n\n“I had a feeling you couldn’t hear me calling to you,” Leo said upon seeing the surprised look on his brother’s face.\n\n“Sorry, this wiring is giving me fits,” Don said shortly.\n\n“I figured you could use some help,” Leo said. “I remember how all of the electrical systems started to act up the last time we took this beast out.”\n\nRelieved, Don said, “Another pair of hands would be a great help.”\n\nThe pair worked together in amiable silence, broken only when Don issued instructions or Leo asked questions. Within an hour Don had located the source of the problem and begun removing faulty wires in preparation for replacing them.\n\nLeo kneeled in the back of the vehicle next to where Don lay on his shell and handed over tools as his brother requested them. After a bit he cleared his throat, letting Don know he had something to say.\n\n“You know, I am used to how quickly Mikey’s moods can change,” Leo began.\n\n“He is resilient,” Don replied noncommittally. While he appreciated Leo’s aid, he was a little hurt that it might have been a pretext to get him to talk.\n\n“I wouldn’t have expected him to snap back quite so readily after the argument we had,” Leo said. “Not considering that he chose to show his displeasure by remaining inside of his room for an entire day.”\n\n“Maybe he figured out that tactic wouldn’t get him anything,” Don said.\n\n“It got him some of your attention at dinner time,” Leo said.\n\n“I took food up to him,” Don responded with exasperation. “He didn’t even take it, so I wouldn’t say I gave him any attention.”\n\n“Not then,” Leo said. “What about later?”\n\nDon stubbornly pressed his lips together, refusing to say anything. They were both quiet for a couple of minutes as Don spliced new wiring into place and studiously avoided looking in Leo’s direction.\n\n“Look, I don’t know what happened to put Mikey is such an agreeable frame of mind, but I’m glad that it’s made him more focused,” Leo said. “If it was because of something you did, I hope it didn’t come with a price.”\n\n“I haven’t made any sacrifices, if that’s your concern,” Don told him.\n\n“Master Splinter and I have always wanted to see Mikey perform up to his potential,” Leo said. “This morning was . . . it was more amazing than I could have imagined. Mikey executed beyond even [i]my [/i]wildest expectations.”\n\n“Then I guess whatever happened to him was a good thing,” Don said.\n\n“Obviously it was good for [i]him[/i],” Leo stressed. “If Mikey fought like that every time we went up against the Foot, they’d probably pack it in and leave New York. But only if all four of us were working together at full capacity.”\n\nDon sat up. “You don’t have to hint, Leo. I know that I came off looking bad during practice.” He waved a hand at the dismantled equipment that was strewn around the back of the Battle Shell. “In case you haven’t noticed, I have a lot on my mind. I was fairly certain that the handy-man fairy wasn’t going to pay a visit and fix this mess for me.”\n\n“He rarely does,” Leo said placidly, “and you normally handle that without nearly this amount of sarcasm. Remember what I said about choices? The ones you make shouldn’t just set Mikey’s mind at ease, they should do the same for you.”\n\nWith that said he climbed out of the Battle Shell. “Mikey said he was going to make lunch. Find a few minutes and come down to eat, okay?”\n\nGratified that Leo wasn’t going to pursue his original line of questioning, Don said, “I will as soon as I finish splicing these wires. That will be a good breaking point.”\n\nLeo studied him for a moment before nodding and leaving the garage.\n\nDon immediately returned to his work, but his thoughts were going over the conversation he’d just had with Leo. His brother was still trying to ensure that Don wasn’t an unwilling party to his brother’s sexual desires and Don was happy that he cared so much. That wasn’t what stuck in his mind though. It was how Leo had looked when he talked about Mikey’s accomplishments during practice.\n\nIt had made Leo [i]happy[/i]. The stress lines had eased from his face and his entire demeanor had shifted to one that was hopeful. Seeing Mikey fight so well had lifted away some of Leo’s worry.\n\nWhatever misgivings Don had about what he’d done with Mikey, in the long run it had led to something favorable. In a way, that meant that Don was ultimately helping Leo.\n\nDon eventually did make his way down to grab some lunch, but it was quite a bit later than he’d originally planned. Attached to the microwave he found a note with his name on it containing instructions on heating the food inside. It was in Mikey’s handwriting.\n\nWhile his food heated, Don set about making a fresh pot of coffee. He was satisfied with the progress he’d made on repairing the Battle Shell and only had to reassemble the control panel for it to be completely finished.\n\nHe was sitting down to eat when he saw Leo glance through the doorway at him. His brother didn’t linger, just smiled and went on his way. Don wondered if that meant Leo had decided to keep tabs on him.\n\nFor a moment he felt a mild irritation with Leo for doing that, then another thought struck him. Maybe Raph would notice Leo’s scrutiny and decide not to visit Don’s bedroom later that night. It wouldn’t do him much good to come in if Leo was going to pop into the room directly on his heels, right?\n\nFeeling uplifted by that idea, Don finished his lunch and returned to his labors. Rather than dreading the approaching evening, Don forgot about it and lost himself in his work.\n\nSometime after dinner Don went to his father’s room to repair a bracket on the shelf that held some of Master Splinter’s keepsakes. His father meditated while Don worked, undisturbed by the noise his son was making, or that he had to leave the room to find something he needed in his lab.\n\nOn his way back to Master Splinter’s room, Don saw that Leo was seated in front of the television array in such a position that afforded him a view of Don’s comings and goings. He also saw that Raph had noticed Leo and saw the scowl on the hot head’s face.\n\nPausing in the doorway to his father’s room, Don watched as Raph stormed upstairs and entered his own bedroom, noisily closing his door behind him. Don sighed; it seemed that he was going to be given a reprieve tonight, thanks to Leo’s constant vigilance.\n\nWhen Don decided to turn in, he found that Leo was making the rounds of the lair, turning out lights as he went. Raph’s door was shut as was Mikey’s and Leo went upstairs with Don, parting from him at the entrance to Don’s room.\n\nYawning, Don walked into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He’d taken three steps towards his bedside lamp when it suddenly flashed on, illuminating both the bed and Raph who sat there.\n\n“How . . . I saw . . . you were in your room,” Don stammered, coming to a stop.\n\n“That’s what I wanted Leo to think,” Raph said. “I’m a ninja, remember? What was with the stake-out routine of his anyway?”\n\nDon had to tell his heart to stop hammering away inside his chest. “Mikey’s performance this morning made him suspicious. He expressed his concern that I might have offered Mikey some incentive. I chose not to give him any information on the subject so I suppose he decided to gather some for himself.”\n\n“It had me worried for a while there,” Raph said, removing his mask. “Thought it might have been your idea so that ya’ wouldn’t have to uphold your end of our bargain.”\n\n“Why would [i]sleeping [/i]next to you cause me that kind of concern?” Don asked pointedly.\n\nRaph grinned as he stood up. “Could be the thought of how we’re gonna get to sleep that’s got your tail in a twist.”\n\n“The deal was to sleep,” Don said. “There was no discussion about doing anything else.”\n\nCatching hold of Don’s belt, Raph started untying it, taking care with his right hand as he worked the knot free. His own belt was already off and lying on the floor next to his sai and his pads.\n\nDon removed his bō staff and set it aside before his loosened belt fell to the floor. “Ya’ don’t discuss sex Donny, ya’ just have it,” Raph said as he peeled one of Don’s elbow pads from his arm.\n\n“I’ve already said that I don’t . . . .” Don began.\n\n“Did Mikey touch your dick last night?” Raph asked, interrupting him.\n\nDon gawked at him. Raph worked his other elbow pad off and then removed Don’s mask.\n\n“You just said that you don’t discuss sex,” Don protested.\n\n“So it was sex,” Raph said, amused. “I had a feeling ya’ weren’t moaning like that ‘cause Mikey was the only one getting off. Did ya’ let him tap that virgin ass of yours?”\n\n“No I did not,” Don said firmly. “I think this was a bad idea. You’re going to get yourself worked up talking this way and I wasn’t prepared to do more than sleep.”\n\n“Ninja’s have to adjust to changing situations, Donny. Of course, if ya’ want me out of your room, ya’ could get Leo to come in here and try to throw me out,” Raph said.\n\nThe implications that went along with that were not tolerable. From the expression on Raph’s face, he knew exactly the dilemma that Don was facing.\n\n“Come on, don’t I deserve to at least have a taste of what ya’ gave Mikey last night?” Raph asked, maneuvering Don around towards his bed. “Unless ya’ like Mikey better than me. Is that the problem bro’? Is Mikey more important to ya’ than I am?”\n\n“That’s not it at all,” Don said, dismayed at the suggestion. “It’s just that things continue to escalate with you two and you aren’t listening to me.”\n\nThe backs of his legs connected with the bed and Raph pushed him onto it. As Don scrambled backwards, Raph crawled onto the mattress until he was hovering above his brother.\n\n“I was listening to ya’ last night,” Raph husked, planting his fists on the bed to either side of Don’s shoulders. “Ya’ wanna know how those sounds ya’ were making affected me? My cock got so hard it popped out of hiding while I was standing outside Mikey’s door. I had to shuffle back to my room with a stiff woody in my left hand. Only took a couple of tugs and my jizz was spraying everywhere.”\n\nDon’s eyes were huge as he listened to Raph, unable to find the right words to respond to that confession. Raph took advantage of his silence by kissing him, groaning into Don’s mouth and pressing a knee between Don’s legs.\n\nCatching hold of Raph’s shoulders, Don tried to push him up, but Raph lowered even more of his weight against the genius’ hands. His groin pressed against Don’s thigh, the bulge obvious as Raph rubbed himself on his brother’s leg.\n\nBreaking the kiss, Raph’s eyes blazed into Don’s. “I’m damn hard right now too, Donny. Damn desperate. Ya’ gonna say no?”\n\n“I . . . .” Don swallowed, unsure what he should do. He didn’t want to engage in sex with his brother, but he didn’t want all out warfare to break out between his siblings either.\n\nShifting onto his right elbow, Raph freed his left hand and slid it along Don’s hip. Dipping inwards, he caressed the area between Don’s legs and then began to play with his tail.\n\nLowering his head so that it was next to Don’s, Raph whispered, “What’s it gonna be? Is it no?”\n\nDon gasped as Raph’s fingers grazed his entrance and then moved back to where his cock was beginning to harden. “I . . . can’t,” Don panted.\n\n“Can’t what?” Raph asked before biting down gently on Don’s collar bone.\n\n“Can’t . . . tell you no,” Don murmured as he dropped down into Raph’s hand.\n\nRaph tugged on his brother’s cock until Don’s flesh was so hard it was throbbing. Though Don didn’t want to let Raph know how aroused he’d become, he was unable to hold back his churrs.\n\nPressing in for another kiss, Raph’s hand left Don’s cock and moved around on the bed, as though searching for something. Don couldn’t help but groan at the loss of contact, all the while wishing his body didn’t respond quite so favorably to Raph’s touch.\n\nThe next time Raph raised up, Don got a look at what his brother had been trying to find. In his hand was a small bottle of lubricant.\n\nDon whimpered helplessly when his eyes landed on the bottle. This was much farther than he’d ever planned to go.\n\nRaph didn’t say a word. Moving again, he maneuvered his other knee between Don’s legs and then began to kiss his way down the genius’ center front line. Don gripped the sheets in both hands, white knuckling them as he twisted the fabric.\n\n“I don’t know about this,” Don muttered, hoping that Raph was hearing him.\n\n“I’ll make it good for ya’,” Raph responded in a gravelly voice. He kissed the tip of Don’s cock, drawing another gasp from his brother.\n\nDon lifted his head, wanting to know what Raph was about to do. When Raph suddenly swallowed his cock, Don’s head slammed back down on the bed.\n\nThe pop of the lubricant opening barely got through the fog in Don’s head. At some point he’d begun writhing on the mattress, his hips lifting to shove more of himself into Raph’s mouth.\n\nA wet finger working its way into his anal passage was the only thing that stopped Don’s impending orgasm. His cock wilted at the first hint of a burn and Don hissed. The discordant and noisy clutter in his head cleared for a moment and Don fully realized what his brother was about to do.\n\n“Raph, Raph, I’m not . . . not ready for something like this,” Don said between shaking breaths.\n\n“Ya’ just need more lubricant,” Raph said, either unintentionally or purposely misunderstanding his brother.\n\n“That’s not . . . .” His sentence wasn’t finished because Raph’s freshly lubed finger pushed into him again.\n\nBiting his lip, Don squeezed his eyes shut and rode out the pain. It wasn’t long before Raph’s entire finger was inside of him, slowly turning before pumping in and out.\n\nThe sting eased up and when Don began to relax, Raph returned to sucking him off. Lapping at the head of Don’s cock, Raph managed to bring Don close to climax again, and that’s when he inserted two fingers into Don’s ass.\n\nDon wasn’t sure what hurt worse, Raph scissoring his fingers inside of him, or that he’d once more been cock blocked.\n\n“No more teasing Donny,” Raph said as he took his fingers out of Don and sat back on his heels. \n\nWhen Don opened his eyes he saw that Raph’s cock was standing at rigid attention. Don felt like he was in some kind of dream state as he watched Raph lube his shaft and then position the head of his cock against Don’s asshole.\n\nThere was no chance for Don to say anything as Raph entered him. Don’s own cock lay flaccid against his stomach as he ground his back teeth together at the pain, though he knew Raph was moving slow to mitigate as much of that as he could.\n\nOnce he was completely buried inside Don’s anal passage, Raph remained still, breathing hard. The brief respite gave Don’s ass time to adjust to the thick invader, and when Raph inched partway back and then drove forward, it didn’t sting quite so much.\n\n“Damn Donny,” Raph groaned. “Never knew it’d feel this fucking good.”\n\nHe began to thrust in earnest, his powerful movements rocking the bed. Not sure what to do to help and thus end this faster, Don lifted his legs and wrapped them around Raph’s shell.\n\nThe change in position made it easier for Raph to rut into him and that in turn took away a majority of the pain. It actually began to feel good and then Raph struck something inside of him that jolted Don’s cock back to life.\n\n“Oh shell!” Don exclaimed and then bit his lip.\n\nRaph chuckled and reached for Don’s cock. Jerking it with quick, precise movements, Raph made Don climb towards his peak a third time, the whole while fucking him hard and fast.\n\n “Shit, I’m gonna cum inside ya’,” Raph muttered. “I’m gonna fill ya’ up, Donny. Gonna fucking . . . mark ya’.”\n\nThe rough words washed over Don, barely heard because by now the only thing he was thinking about was achieving his own release. Within seconds he was there, crying out as he came in Raph’s hand.\n\nRaph began grinding into Don, his thick cock filling his brother. His grunts grew louder, and then his rhythm faltered. He pounded into Don once, twice, and the third time his hips locked and Raph climaxed inside Donatello.\n\nHeart racing and breath catching in his chest, Don could feel the heat of Raph’s cum flowing into him.\n\nThighs shivering, Don lowered his legs back onto the bed as Raph slowly pulled out of him. Raph made no other move for a few moments, his head down as he worked to catch his breath.\n\nWith one big exhale, Raph rolled off to the side, out from between Don’s legs and onto the bed next to him. They lay side by side then, both still wheezing slightly until they began to come down from their high.\n\n“I really did it,” Raph finally murmured, sounding almost reverent. “I had sex. I never thought that I’d . . . .”\n\nHe stopped talking as he lunged for Don, pulling him partway onto his chest and plying the genius’ mouth with a deep kiss. When their mouths separated, Raph didn’t release him, instead keeping Don pinned tightly against him with both arms.\n\n“We don’t fucking deserve ya’ Donny boy,” Raph said, rubbing his cheek against Don’s forehead. “Ya’ know that, don’t ya’? There ain’t nobody in the world as special as ya’ are. I ain’t ever gonna let ya’ go.”\n\nHe was asleep in under a minute, his hold still firm. Don was fairly certain that Raph meant every word of that promise.\n\nIt did not bode well for him.\n\nTBC……….\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t“Hey sleepy head, time to wake up,” Mikey said in a low, genial tone.

\tDonatello opened one eye, the other buried in his pillow, and saw his younger brother standing next to the bed with a tray in his hands.  Rolling onto his shell, Don scooted up so that he could lean against the wall in a seated position.

\t“What time is it?” Don asked with a frown.

\t“Early,” Mikey said, placing the tray on the bed next to Don’s knees.  He sat down beside his brother.  “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.  You have a choice of cereal or cold pizza.”

\t“I can’t believe you left the room without my hearing you,” Don said, rubbing at his face and discovering that his mask was missing.

\tMikey grinned.  “You slept good, huh?” he asked teasingly.

\tAcknowledging that might bring up the subject of why Don was in Mikey’s bed at all, so instead Don looked past his brother to the clock on his nightstand.  It was a little past five-thirty a.m.

\t“We’ve got practice in an hour,” Don said.

\t“I know,” Mikey said.  “I got up and showered before I went down to get breakfast.  I would have made you something hot to eat, but I didn’t have time to cook ‘cause I didn’t want to get caught in the kitchen.  I figured you wouldn’t want me to have to explain why I was taking food up to my room.”

\t“Was anyone else up?” Don asked, a feeling of dread settling into his stomach.

\t“Don’t worry,” Mikey said, sensing his brother’s unease.  “Raph’s still asleep and Leo’s in the dojo already.  I made sure he didn’t spot me, not that he’s paying attention to anything but his katanas.”

\t“His being in there so early is a bad sign,” Don said with concern.

\t“Worry about him later,” Mikey said.  “Eat now.  You’ll want to rinse off before practice or everyone will smell me on you.”

\tDetermined to not yet think about what he and Mikey had done together, Don reached for the cereal, pouring milk from a glass into the bowl.  As he ate, Don watched as Mikey happily munched on leftover pizza, his demeanor entirely different from how it had been the day before.

\tAs much as he would love to ignore the subject of last night with the hopes that their activity would soon be forgotten by both of them, Don knew that wasn’t a feasible option.  It was bad enough that he might already have given Mikey false hopes of a continuance, but the abrupt change in Mikey’s mood was going to be noticed.

\t“About last night,” Don began after finishing his cereal.

\t“It was great, wasn’t it Donny?” Mikey asked, looking hopeful.

\t“I know you enjoyed it,” Don said, picking his words carefully, “and I’m happy I could give you that.  It’s just that personally, I’m ambivalent with regards to sex.”

\t“But you liked what we did,” Mikey said, appearing perplexed.

\t“I responded physically,” Don explained.  “It feels good to my body and I’m not going to deny that.  It’s just that mentally I’m having a difficult time reconciling sexual activities with our station in life.”

\tMikey shrugged.  “I don’t know what that means.  You love me don’t you, Donny?”

\tDon reached out and squeezed Mikey’s arm.  “Of course I do.  It’s just that I don’t think about sex in the same context as you.  I’ve never felt that I’m missing something in my life by not having an intimate partner.”

\t“I guess it’s ‘cause you have lots of other stuff to think about all the time,” Mikey said, looking wise.   “If you never have time to feel the sun on your face, then you don’t how good the sun feels, or how good it is for you.”

\t“It’s not quite the same thing, Mikey,” Don said.  “Sex isn’t a necessity to me.  I don’t ever spend time wondering about it, or longing for it.  Loving my brothers as brothers satisfies me.”

\t“But if you could have more than that, why wouldn’t you take it?” Mikey asked, sounding genuinely bewildered.  “There’s love, and then there’s love.  You only get the second one by connecting with someone in every kind of way.  I don’t get why we don’t deserve to have what every other living thing on the planet gets to have.”

\t“Oh Mikey, you do deserve to have that,” Don said, worried that he wasn’t handling the conversation properly.  He did not want to send Mikey off into the same depressed state that he’d been in the day before.

\t“Cool, then that’s settled,” Mikey said, his expression brightening.  He slid off of the bed and picked up the tray of dishes.  “I’ll run these downstairs and then go keep Leo busy while you take a shower.  Hurry up so you don’t run into Raph in the hallway.”

\tMikey was out the door before Don could say anything else.  Don felt a touch of dismay at Mikey’s reaction to his revelation that he didn’t care for sex.  He had tried to say it in such a way that Mikey wouldn’t feel as though he’d been rejected because that wasn’t the case.  The lack of enthusiasm was entirely on Don’s side and he hadn’t wanted his brother to suffer as a result of that.

\tTrying to explain that in a way that would save Mikey’s feelings had apparently given his brother a wrong impression.  Or maybe Mikey had simply chosen to take Don’s words the wrong way.  He had certainly bounced out of his room under the seeming impression that last night’s sexual interlude with Don was the beginning of something that was going to continue.

\tDon rolled out of Mikey’s bed with a sigh.  Gathering his belt, Don searched the bed for his mask without finding it and finally gave up.  He had spares and no time to dig around in the junk scattered throughout Mikey’s bedroom.

\tCautiously peering out of the room, Donny saw that the coast was clear and made straight for the bathroom.  He quickly hopped into a shower stall and scrubbed his body, taking care to thoroughly soap up his lower regions.

\tHe made it to his own room without encountering anyone and donned fresh gear, his adrenaline pumping.  There was altogether too much drama in his life now because of that one indiscreet moment a week ago.

Somehow Don had to extricate himself from Raph and Mikey’s clutches without raising an uproar.  The reality was that being a genius didn’t give him the answers to this particular problem.

If Leonardo had been surprised at the about face in Mikey’s mood, it no longer showed by the time Don arrived in the dojo.  The two of them were doing partner stretches and didn’t look up when Don entered.  Raph came in almost on Don’s heels and without a word they paired up to help each other stretch as well.

Raph was always all business during practice and this morning was no exception.  Despite the inability to use his right hand, he was still able to drop Don to the mat a couple of times during their sparring match.  Don preferred to think it was because Raph was extra enthusiastic for getting to participate again and because Don himself was a little preoccupied.

As they kneeled side by side to watch Leo and Mikey spar, Raph whispered, “Your mind wasn’t in it, Brainiac.  Ya’ go drifting off into the mental clouds during a real fight and your shell’s gonna get handed to ya’.”

“I know,” Don whispered back.  “I’ll get it together so you don’t have to watch my back.”

Raph’s grin was cocky as he glanced at his brother.  “Watching your ass is what I do.  I just expect ya’ to help out with that sometimes.”

Don bit back a retort.  He deserved some razzing for his performance during practice but it wasn’t just that.  The way Raph had said ‘watching your ass’ was laced with lecherous undertones and Don had no intention of encouraging him.

The silence between them then might have gotten uncomfortable if not for what was occurring on the practice floor in front of them.  Master Splinter had called for Leo and Mikey to spar with weapons, to which Mikey had said something to the effect that Leo better make sure he had a good grip on his.

It was the usual kind of jocular statement the younger turtle always made, meant to tease and throw his opponent off his game.  That wasn’t something that had ever worked on Leo, who couldn’t be riled the way Raph could, but Mikey did it out of habit.

What changed was what happened after that initial verbal salvo.  Mikey didn’t utter another word.  A look of utmost concentration settled on his face and Mikey attacked his brother with a ferocity that had Leo dancing backwards.

It wasn’t just the spinning nunchakus, striking at Leo from unexpected directions that had Leo on his toes, it was how Mikey chose to move during his attack that was throwing Leo off his game.  Mikey was turning and twisting as well, his body all kinetic energy, making it nearly impossible to calculate where he might be at any given moment.

Mikey’s sheer athleticism was giving him a powerful advantage and for once he was using it the way his family had always known he could.  Don had only seen him that focused once, and that had been when he’d outsmarted the Lone Survivor during their trip to the underground city.  At that time Mikey had extra incentive; his brothers had been in eminent danger.

Leo’s speed kept them evenly matched for a while, his ability to have his katana up within a split second in order to deflect Mikey’s nunchaku.  As the match progressed, Mikey’s movements not only grew more intricate, he got faster.

To one side of Leo, Mikey struck at the outer muscle on his brother’s thigh.  Before his weapon could connect, Leo’s katana came down to turn aside the blow.  Mikey twirled in the direction of his nunchuck and then leaped high to avoid a downward cut from Leo’s sword.

While in the air, Mikey whirled twice, changing his direction to come down on Leo’s opposite side.  Anticipating a strike at his exposed shoulder, Leo brought his sword up, but rather than going for a body strike, Mikey wrapped his nunchaku chain around Leo’s katana and yanked it from his hand.

The sword clattered against the opposite wall and Leo swiftly lifted the remaining one into a two-handed grip to ward off Mikey’s attack.  Using both nunchaku at once, Mikey ducked below Leo’s outstretched arms, striking Leo just above his left elbow and on top of his foot.

Leo stumbled backwards, his left arm dropping numbly to his side.  He swept down at Mikey’s shell with his sword, but the younger turtle was already rolling away from him.  Before Leo could get set for his pursuit, Mikey hurtled onto his hands, springing off from the floor and coming down with both nunchucks right on top of his brother’s remaining katana.

The sword hit the floor and Mikey lunged at Leo, both nunchucks palmed.  Just before the baton ends made contact with the sides of Leo’s neck, Mikey stopped.

Looking expectantly at Leo, Mikey waited.

A slow smile spread across Leo’s lips.  “Yield.”

Donatello realized his mouth was hanging open and quickly snapped it shut.  Next to him he heard Raph mutter under his breath, “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Leo and Mikey bowed to one another and then turned to Master Splinter who said, “Well done, Michelangelo.  Your focus this morning was most gratifying to behold.”

“Thanks Sensei,” Mikey said, beaming at his father.

“In all, I am well pleased with the work everyone has done this morning,” Master Splinter said.  Looking towards his other two sons, who had risen to their feet, he added, “Donatello, perhaps you can finish whatever project has your attention so that your efforts here will not suffer.   You are all dismissed.”

His sons bowed as Master Splinter left the dojo and then Leo retrieved his swords.  The four brothers met in the center of the room and Raph slapped the back of Mikey’s shell.

“Well done, little brother,” Raph told him.  “Don’t know what the hell got into ya’, but keep it up.”

Don felt himself start to flush and was happy that Raph and Leo’s attention was on Mikey.  “I’m feeling good this morning,” Mikey said.  “The birds are singing, the sun is shining . . . well, at least I think it is.  I’ve got the whole day in front of me to do with as I please.  I decided to start it off by kicking some butt.”

“If that’s what gets you motivated, then I’m all for it,” Leo said.  “I’m going to meditate if anyone wants to join me?”

“Sure, I’ll give you an hour,” Mikey said agreeably.  “Remember to tell Master Splinter I did, so he’ll subtract it from my weekly quota.”

Leo chuckled.  “I figured it came with a price.”

He looked at Raph who hastily said, “I have an appointment with Donny here to have my bandages changed.  Some other time, bro’.”

Nodding his acknowledgment, Leo moved over to the corner of the dojo where they normally meditated.  Mikey gave Don a bright smile before joining his older brother in lighting a few candles.

Don avoided looking at Raph as they walked to the infirmary.  He stood aside to allow Raph to enter first and then made sure to leave the door wide open.

There was a knowing flash in Raph’s eyes as Don went past him to gather the necessary medical supplies.  Rather than sitting in a chair to have his hand looked at, Raph chose to hop up on the side of the examination table.

Knees spread wide, Raph kept his arm close to his body as he turned his palm up, forcing Don to stand between his legs.  Keeping his head down, Don carefully removed the old wrappings from Raph’s hand and avoided catching his eye.

“Mikey sure did an about face in moods, didn’t he?” Raph asked.

Don set the old bandages aside and inspected Raph’s palm.  “He’s always bounced back fast.”

“Yeah, but he usually needs some kind of motivation first,” Raph said.  He paused for a second and then asked, “How come ya’ suddenly got so much color in your face, Donny?  Something wrong with my hand?”

“No!” Don yelped, and then swallowed as he worked to control his embarrassment.  “Your hand looks fine.  In fact, I’m only going to put a light dressing on it today.  Don’t use it yet, but I think we’ll be able to leave off the bandaging completely in a couple of days.”

“I’m all for that,” Raph said agreeably.

It was at that point that Don realized his brother wasn’t as testy and boorish as he had been the day before.

Finally looking up, Don asked suspiciously, “You haven’t already been using that hand to . . . um, for any reason have you?”

Raph snickered.  “Nope, I ain’t been jacking off with it.  Ya’ can say what ya’ mean Donny, it ain’t like it’s a big mystery to ya’ anymore.  Fact is, I didn’t sleep all that great night before last, though I was able to get a few hours before practice this morning.”

Don felt relieved.  “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Yep,” Raph continued, “I sure didn’t think I was gonna manage even that much last night ‘cause I was still pretty pissed at Leo.  Speaking of hearing stuff, ya’ know I was wide awake just lying there in my hammock when some strange sounds caught my attention.”

“Sounds?” Don asked, his throat beginning to constrict.

“Seemed to be coming from Mikey’s room,” Raph said, his glowing golden eyes boring into Don.  “I got up to investigate ‘cause I was worried about him since we hadn’t seen him all day.  Put my head against his door and listened in.  What do ya’ think I heard?”

Don couldn’t manage an answer, though a small squeak worked its way past his lips.

“That’s right, I heard the two of ya’ going at it,” Raph said with a satisfied look on his face.  “For someone who claims not to be into sex, ya’ sure were giving out some real encouraging moans.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Don protested heatedly.

“Of course it wasn’t,” Raph said.  “Whatever it was though sounded like something I should have a piece of.  I mean, it must’ve been good for ya’ to have spent the night in Mikey’s bed.”

“Just because I slept with him doesn’t mean there was more to it than that,” Don said.  “He needed the reassurance that he wasn’t alone.”

“That’s mighty fine,” Raph said smoothly.  “I need that same kind of reassurance.  I’ll just be joining ya’ in your room tonight so ya’ can support me in my moment of loneliness too.”

“Mikey needed my help, you don’t,” Don said.

“Who can judge that better than me?” Raph asked.  “I guess if ya’ don’t want to sleep next to me, I could let Leo know why it was that Mikey was so damn good at practice today.”

“That’s blackmail,” Don replied with a sinking stomach.

“Not if ya’ didn’t do anything Leo might not approve of,” Raph said.  “I can always check with Mikey and find out.”

Feeling cornered, Don looked away from Raph so that he could think.  Raph had said he wanted Don to sleep next to him.  If Don remained steadfast, he could easily keep Raph’s lecherous tendencies at bay and still manage to fulfill his part of the bargain.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Don said.  “But you don’t enter my room unless the coast is clear.  If Leo sees you it defeats the purpose of your blackmail.”

Raph’s predatory grin did not ease Don’s tension one bit.  “Let’s seal that deal,” he said.

Before Don could react, Raph had grasped him by the back of the neck and pulled him forward.  Off balance, Don grabbed hold of the edges of his brother’s shell to steady himself just as Raph’s mouth covered his.

Caught off guard, Don couldn’t close his lips in time and Raph’s tongue plunged into his mouth.  With a great deal of enthusiasm, Raph plundered Don’s mouth, engaging the genius’ tongue despite Don’s efforts to dodge him.

Working his hand between them, Don shoved hard against Raph’s plastron and broke the kiss.  “What the heck?  The door’s wide open!”

“Glad to know that’s the only thing about our kiss that bothered ya’,” Raph said in a low, husky tone.  Jumping down from the table, he caught Don’s biceps before his brother could back away.  “Ya’ best not lock yourself away in that lab of yours and forget about me tonight.  My feelings might get hurt.”

With a wink he released Don and strode out the door.

Don leaned forward, resting his hands against the exam table as he tried to quiet his nerves.  He should have known that Raph would hear him with Mikey; he knew that Raph wasn’t sleeping well.  How could that fact have escaped him unless subconsciously he didn’t care?

Of course he cared.  Don pushed off from the table and set about putting his medical supplies away.  Last night he hadn’t spent one iota of time thinking about anyone hearing them, he’d been too worried about Mikey.  When things started to happen between them, Don’s entire focus had been on his younger brother.

This situation was becoming entirely too complicated.  Every time Don thought he saw a path to extricating himself from his plight, it was blocked by unforeseen circumstances.

For a moment Don toyed with the idea of going to Leo and laying everything out in front of him.  Leo had already offered to intervene and he would put a quick and decisive stop to it all.

Don could not bring himself to do that.  Raph had already said something today about having to watch Don’s ass, and though he might have meant that as a double entendre, there was still an underlying truth there.  His brothers all too often did bail him out during a fight.  He couldn’t ask Leo to do that again.

Then there were the other repercussions of allowing Leo to step in and fix things for him.  Don had seen how Leo’s words had upset Mikey.  They had offered the youngest turtle no hope for the future, and hope was something that Mikey lived on.

Raph would also take what he’d consider Leo’s meddling badly.  He’d already told Leo that what he’d done with Don meant something to him.  How much and in what way was something Don didn’t know, but what he did know was that Raph would blow up if Leo sounded like he was issuing orders.

Shutting his eyes, Don took several deep breaths.  Leo wouldn’t escape a confrontation of this sort unscathed either.  He might have acted like Raph’s words from the night before last hadn’t stung him, but there was clear evidence that they had.  As he’d told Mikey, Leo hitting the dojo so much earlier than everyone else was a bad sign.

That was what made up Don’s mind to continue handling Raph and Mikey himself.  Mikey had gotten the sexual experience he’d wanted and Don felt he could safely cut him off.  Raph would learn tonight that Don meant to take his request to sleep with him literally.

Already far behind on his to-do list, Don left the lab and got to work.  The first and most urgent item was finishing his repairs to the Battle Shell.  He hadn’t gotten back to it after Mikey’s initial interruption and it wasn’t drivable in its current condition.  With Raph’s hand healing rapidly, there was no telling when Leo might decide to strike back at the Foot, and Don did not want to be the reason his brother’s plans went awry.

After spending a half-hour attempting to get at the electrical problem without having to remove the control panel, Don gave up and set about taking the entire thing apart.  It would have been nice to have Raph’s assistance, even if he was down by one hand, Don wasn’t going to ask.  Far be it from him to feel like he owed Raph anything, or to have Raph behave as though he did.

Tired of listening to his own thoughts, Don turned on his radio and tuned it to a classic rock station.  With the music blaring, he began tracing and testing wires in the back of the Battle Shell.

Don had no idea of how much time had passed when the music suddenly faded out.  Thinking that something was wrong with the radio, Don crawled to the end of the vehicle and came face to face with Leonardo.

“I had a feeling you couldn’t hear me calling to you,” Leo said upon seeing the surprised look on his brother’s face.

“Sorry, this wiring is giving me fits,” Don said shortly.

“I figured you could use some help,” Leo said.  “I remember how all of the electrical systems started to act up the last time we took this beast out.”

Relieved, Don said, “Another pair of hands would be a great help.”

The pair worked together in amiable silence, broken only when Don issued instructions or Leo asked questions.  Within an hour Don had located the source of the problem and begun removing faulty wires in preparation for replacing them.

Leo kneeled in the back of the vehicle next to where Don lay on his shell and handed over tools as his brother requested them.  After a bit he cleared his throat, letting Don know he had something to say.

“You know, I am used to how quickly Mikey’s moods can change,” Leo began.

“He is resilient,” Don replied noncommittally.  While he appreciated Leo’s aid, he was a little hurt that it might have been a pretext to get him to talk.

“I wouldn’t have expected him to snap back quite so readily after the argument we had,” Leo said.  “Not considering that he chose to show his displeasure by remaining inside of his room for an entire day.”

“Maybe he figured out that tactic wouldn’t get him anything,” Don said.

“It got him some of your attention at dinner time,” Leo said.

“I took food up to him,” Don responded with exasperation.  “He didn’t even take it, so I wouldn’t say I gave him any attention.”

“Not then,” Leo said.  “What about later?”

Don stubbornly pressed his lips together, refusing to say anything.  They were both quiet for a couple of minutes as Don spliced new wiring into place and studiously avoided looking in Leo’s direction.

“Look, I don’t know what happened to put Mikey is such an agreeable frame of mind, but I’m glad that it’s made him more focused,” Leo said.  “If it was because of something you did, I hope it didn’t come with a price.”

“I haven’t made any sacrifices, if that’s your concern,” Don told him.

“Master Splinter and I have always wanted to see Mikey perform up to his potential,” Leo said.  “This morning was . . . it was more amazing than I could have imagined.  Mikey executed beyond even my wildest expectations.”

“Then I guess whatever happened to him was a good thing,” Don said.

“Obviously it was good for him,” Leo stressed.  “If Mikey fought like that every time we went up against the Foot, they’d probably pack it in and leave New York.  But only if all four of us were working together at full capacity.”

Don sat up.  “You don’t have to hint, Leo.  I know that I came off looking bad during practice.”  He waved a hand at the dismantled equipment that was strewn around the back of the Battle Shell.  “In case you haven’t noticed, I have a lot on my mind.  I was fairly certain that the handy-man fairy wasn’t going to pay a visit and fix this mess for me.”

“He rarely does,” Leo said placidly, “and you normally handle that without nearly this amount of sarcasm.  Remember what I said about choices?  The ones you make shouldn’t just set Mikey’s mind at ease, they should do the same for you.”

With that said he climbed out of the Battle Shell.  “Mikey said he was going to make lunch.  Find a few minutes and come down to eat, okay?”

Gratified that Leo wasn’t going to pursue his original line of questioning, Don said, “I will as soon as I finish splicing these wires.  That will be a good breaking point.”

Leo studied him for a moment before nodding and leaving the garage.

Don immediately returned to his work, but his thoughts were going over the conversation he’d just had with Leo.  His brother was still trying to ensure that Don wasn’t an unwilling party to his brother’s sexual desires and Don was happy that he cared so much.  That wasn’t what stuck in his mind though.  It was how Leo had looked when he talked about Mikey’s accomplishments during practice.

It had made Leo happy.  The stress lines had eased from his face and his entire demeanor had shifted to one that was hopeful.  Seeing Mikey fight so well had lifted away some of Leo’s worry.

Whatever misgivings Don had about what he’d done with Mikey, in the long run it had led to something favorable.  In a way, that meant that Don was ultimately helping Leo.

Don eventually did make his way down to grab some lunch, but it was quite a bit later than he’d originally planned.  Attached to the microwave he found a note with his name on it containing instructions on heating the food inside.  It was in Mikey’s handwriting.

While his food heated, Don set about making a fresh pot of coffee.  He was satisfied with the progress he’d made on repairing the Battle Shell and only had to reassemble the control panel for it to be completely finished.

He was sitting down to eat when he saw Leo glance through the doorway at him.  His brother didn’t linger, just smiled and went on his way.  Don wondered if that meant Leo had decided to keep tabs on him.

For a moment he felt a mild irritation with Leo for doing that, then another thought struck him.  Maybe Raph would notice Leo’s scrutiny and decide not to visit Don’s bedroom later that night.  It wouldn’t do him much good to come in if Leo was going to pop into the room directly on his heels, right?

Feeling uplifted by that idea, Don finished his lunch and returned to his labors.  Rather than dreading the approaching evening, Don forgot about it and lost himself in his work.

Sometime after dinner Don went to his father’s room to repair a bracket on the shelf that held some of Master Splinter’s keepsakes.  His father meditated while Don worked, undisturbed by the noise his son was making, or that he had to leave the room to find something he needed in his lab.

On his way back to Master Splinter’s room, Don saw that Leo was seated in front of the television array in such a position that afforded him a view of Don’s comings and goings.  He also saw that Raph had noticed Leo and saw the scowl on the hot head’s face.

Pausing in the doorway to his father’s room, Don watched as Raph stormed upstairs and entered his own bedroom, noisily closing his door behind him.  Don sighed; it seemed that he was going to be given a reprieve tonight, thanks to Leo’s constant vigilance.

When Don decided to turn in, he found that Leo was making the rounds of the lair, turning out lights as he went.  Raph’s door was shut as was Mikey’s and Leo went upstairs with Don, parting from him at the entrance to Don’s room.

Yawning, Don walked into his bedroom and shut the door behind him.  He’d taken three steps towards his bedside lamp when it suddenly flashed on, illuminating both the bed and Raph who sat there.

“How . . . I saw . . . you were in your room,” Don stammered, coming to a stop.

“That’s what I wanted Leo to think,” Raph said.  “I’m a ninja, remember?  What was with the stake-out routine of his anyway?”

Don had to tell his heart to stop hammering away inside his chest.  “Mikey’s performance this morning made him suspicious.  He expressed his concern that I might have offered Mikey some incentive.  I chose not to give him any information on the subject so I suppose he decided to gather some for himself.”

“It had me worried for a while there,” Raph said, removing his mask.  “Thought it might have been your idea so that ya’ wouldn’t have to uphold your end of our bargain.”

“Why would sleeping next to you cause me that kind of concern?” Don asked pointedly.

Raph grinned as he stood up.  “Could be the thought of how we’re gonna get to sleep that’s got your tail in a twist.”

“The deal was to sleep,” Don said.  “There was no discussion about doing anything else.”

Catching hold of Don’s belt, Raph started untying it, taking care with his right hand as he worked the knot free.  His own belt was already off and lying on the floor next to his sai and his pads.

Don removed his bō staff and set it aside before his loosened belt fell to the floor.  “Ya’ don’t discuss sex Donny, ya’ just have it,” Raph said as he peeled one of Don’s elbow pads from his arm.

“I’ve already said that I don’t . . . .” Don began.

“Did Mikey touch your dick last night?” Raph asked, interrupting him.

Don gawked at him.  Raph worked his other elbow pad off and then removed Don’s mask.

“You just said that you don’t discuss sex,” Don protested.

“So it was sex,” Raph said, amused.  “I had a feeling ya’ weren’t moaning like that ‘cause Mikey was the only one getting off.  Did ya’ let him tap that virgin ass of yours?”

“No I did not,” Don said firmly.  “I think this was a bad idea.  You’re going to get yourself worked up talking this way and I wasn’t prepared to do more than sleep.”

“Ninja’s have to adjust to changing situations, Donny.  Of course, if ya’ want me out of your room, ya’ could get Leo to come in here and try to throw me out,” Raph said.

The implications that went along with that were not tolerable.  From the expression on Raph’s face, he knew exactly the dilemma that Don was facing.

“Come on, don’t I deserve to at least have a taste of what ya’ gave Mikey last night?” Raph asked, maneuvering Don around towards his bed.  “Unless ya’ like Mikey better than me.  Is that the problem bro’?  Is Mikey more important to ya’ than I am?”

“That’s not it at all,” Don said, dismayed at the suggestion.  “It’s just that things continue to escalate with you two and you aren’t listening to me.”

The backs of his legs connected with the bed and Raph pushed him onto it.  As Don scrambled backwards, Raph crawled onto the mattress until he was hovering above his brother.

“I was listening to ya’ last night,” Raph husked, planting his fists on the bed to either side of Don’s shoulders.  “Ya’ wanna know how those sounds ya’ were making affected me?  My cock got so hard it popped out of hiding while I was standing outside Mikey’s door.  I had to shuffle back to my room with a stiff woody in my left hand.  Only took a couple of tugs and my jizz was spraying everywhere.”

Don’s eyes were huge as he listened to Raph, unable to find the right words to respond to that confession.  Raph took advantage of his silence by kissing him, groaning into Don’s mouth and pressing a knee between Don’s legs.

Catching hold of Raph’s shoulders, Don tried to push him up, but Raph lowered even more of his weight against the genius’ hands.  His groin pressed against Don’s thigh, the bulge obvious as Raph rubbed himself on his brother’s leg.

Breaking the kiss, Raph’s eyes blazed into Don’s.  “I’m damn hard right now too, Donny.  Damn desperate.  Ya’ gonna say no?”

“I . . . .” Don swallowed, unsure what he should do.  He didn’t want to engage in sex with his brother, but he didn’t want all out warfare to break out between his siblings either.

Shifting onto his right elbow, Raph freed his left hand and slid it along Don’s hip.  Dipping inwards, he caressed the area between Don’s legs and then began to play with his tail.

Lowering his head so that it was next to Don’s, Raph whispered, “What’s it gonna be?  Is it no?”

Don gasped as Raph’s fingers grazed his entrance and then moved back to where his cock was beginning to harden.  “I .  . . can’t,” Don panted.

“Can’t what?” Raph asked before biting down gently on Don’s collar bone.

“Can’t .  . . tell you no,” Don murmured as he dropped down into Raph’s hand.

Raph tugged on his brother’s cock until Don’s flesh was so hard it was throbbing.  Though Don didn’t want to let Raph know how aroused he’d become, he was unable to hold back his churrs.

Pressing in for another kiss, Raph’s hand left Don’s cock and moved around on the bed, as though searching for something.  Don couldn’t help but groan at the loss of contact, all the while wishing his body didn’t respond quite so favorably to Raph’s touch.

The next time Raph raised up, Don got a look at what his brother had been trying to find.  In his hand was a small bottle of lubricant.

Don whimpered helplessly when his eyes landed on the bottle.  This was much farther than he’d ever planned to go.

Raph didn’t say a word.  Moving again, he maneuvered his other knee between Don’s legs and then began to kiss his way down the genius’ center front line.  Don gripped the sheets in both hands, white knuckling them as he twisted the fabric.

“I don’t know about this,” Don muttered, hoping that Raph was hearing him.

“I’ll make it good for ya’,” Raph responded in a gravelly voice.  He kissed the tip of Don’s cock, drawing another gasp from his brother.

Don lifted his head, wanting to know what Raph was about to do.  When Raph suddenly swallowed his cock, Don’s head slammed back down on the bed.

The pop of the lubricant opening barely got through the fog in Don’s head.  At some point he’d begun writhing on the mattress, his hips lifting to shove more of himself into Raph’s mouth.

A wet finger working its way into his anal passage was the only thing that stopped Don’s impending orgasm.  His cock wilted at the first hint of a burn and Don hissed.  The discordant and noisy clutter in his head cleared for a moment and Don fully realized what his brother was about to do.

“Raph, Raph, I’m not . . . not ready for something like this,” Don said between shaking breaths.

“Ya’ just need more lubricant,” Raph said, either unintentionally or purposely misunderstanding his brother.

“That’s not . . . .”  His sentence wasn’t finished because Raph’s freshly lubed finger pushed into him again.

Biting his lip, Don squeezed his eyes shut and rode out the pain.  It wasn’t long before Raph’s entire finger was inside of him, slowly turning before pumping in and out.

The sting eased up and when Don began to relax, Raph returned to sucking him off.  Lapping at the head of Don’s cock, Raph managed to bring Don close to climax again, and that’s when he inserted two fingers into Don’s ass.

Don wasn’t sure what hurt worse, Raph scissoring his fingers inside of him, or that he’d once more been cock blocked.

“No more teasing Donny,” Raph said as he took his fingers out of Don and sat back on his heels.

When Don opened his eyes he saw that Raph’s cock was standing at rigid attention.  Don felt like he was in some kind of dream state as he watched Raph lube his shaft and then position the head of his cock against Don’s asshole.

There was no chance for Don to say anything as Raph entered him.  Don’s own cock lay flaccid against his stomach as he ground his back teeth together at the pain, though he knew Raph was moving slow to mitigate as much of that as he could.

Once he was completely buried inside Don’s anal passage, Raph remained still, breathing hard.  The brief respite gave Don’s ass time to adjust to the thick invader, and when Raph inched partway back and then drove forward, it didn’t sting quite so much.

“Damn Donny,” Raph groaned.  “Never knew it’d feel this fucking good.”

He began to thrust in earnest, his powerful movements rocking the bed.  Not sure what to do to help and thus end this faster, Don lifted his legs and wrapped them around Raph’s shell.

The change in position made it easier for Raph to rut into him and that in turn took away a majority of the pain.  It actually began to feel good and then Raph struck something inside of him that jolted Don’s cock back to life.

“Oh shell!” Don exclaimed and then bit his lip.

Raph chuckled and reached for Don’s cock.  Jerking it with quick, precise movements, Raph made Don climb towards his peak a third time, the whole while fucking him hard and fast.

 “Shit, I’m gonna cum inside ya’,” Raph muttered.  “I’m gonna fill ya’ up, Donny.  Gonna fucking . . . mark ya’.”

The rough words washed over Don, barely heard because by now the only thing he was thinking about was achieving his own release.  Within seconds he was there, crying out as he came in Raph’s hand.

Raph began grinding into Don, his thick cock filling his brother.  His grunts grew louder, and then his rhythm faltered.  He pounded into Don once, twice, and the third time his hips locked and Raph climaxed inside Donatello.

Heart racing and breath catching in his chest, Don could feel the heat of Raph’s cum flowing into him.

Thighs shivering, Don lowered his legs back onto the bed as Raph slowly pulled out of him.  Raph made no other move for a few moments, his head down as he worked to catch his breath.

With one big exhale, Raph rolled off to the side, out from between Don’s legs and onto the bed next to him.  They lay side by side then, both still wheezing slightly until they began to come down from their high.

“I really did it,” Raph finally murmured, sounding almost reverent.  “I had sex.  I never thought that I’d . . . .”

He stopped talking as he lunged for Don, pulling him partway onto his chest and plying the genius’ mouth with a deep kiss.  When their mouths separated, Raph didn’t release him, instead keeping Don pinned tightly against him with both arms.

“We don’t fucking deserve ya’ Donny boy,” Raph said, rubbing his cheek against Don’s forehead.  “Ya’ know that, don’t ya’?  There ain’t nobody in the world as special as ya’ are.  I ain’t ever gonna let ya’ go.”

He was asleep in under a minute, his hold still firm.  Don was fairly certain that Raph meant every word of that promise.

It did not bode well for him.

TBC……….

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