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More Than Brothers - In The Pipes

by Donatello

Donatello padded along in the sewer pipes with Raphael following close behind. The stream of water that always gathered at the bottom of these pipes made small splashy noises when their green feet walked along the cold metal. They were out on an exercise run as instructed by Splinter, and this was their first pause to catch their breath again. It had been quite a hasty dash all the way down here from the lair, trying to race each other to the goal as they jumped stairs, leaped across gaps and swung from the smaller pipes in the ceiling.

But for now they had slowed down and stopped here at the drainage junction where the large pipe ended and the water tickling their feet cascaded down in a large pool along with several other pipes at different levels in the great hall up ahead. Donatello stopped just at the mouth of the pipe and leaned over to look down.

Raphael followed along silently, panting and trying to get his pulse down again. It sure felt good to get out of the lair, even if he would rather have done a run like this topside in the streets than down here. Since it was broad daylight, however, Splinter would not give them permission to do so. He splashed along the drain as he went, slowing down his pace and catching up to the turtle with the stick strapped to his back.

"Long way down, huh?" He remarked and raised his hands up to the top of the drain, grabbing a pipe that ran along the ceiling of it so he had something to hold on to while peering out over the edge and into the large, circular room with all the artificial waterfalls that roared endlessly into the pool far below.

The place seemed somewhat serene, despite the noise of the falling water. Or maybe it was just quiet compared to the lair where a radio, a TV, and an annoying little brother were always blaring at full volume.

"Mmmm.. finally a little time alone." He murmured, mostly to himself. Raphael heard it, however.

"About time too. The lair gets so noisy. Maybe now you understand why I just have to get out of there sometimes."

Donatello nodded solemnly and looked down into the water, staring at the hypnotic spectacle of the pipes of all sizes along the walls of the room just pouring endlessly into the pool and dissolving halfway through the air into white mist. He was startled awake again when he felt an arm around his shoulder, and he looked up to see it attached to Raphael who had an unusually calm expression on his face.

It reminded Donatello that his brother was not just a hot-headed annoyance, looking for a fight all the time. He was deeper than that, moreso than Donatello might normally give him credit for. For once in a long while, being grabbed by Raphael did not feel intimidating. He had almost forgotten what that was like. Normally Raphael only laid his hands on him either to push him out of the way or.. well, that was actually all he would ever do.

Donatello just sighed softly to himself and actually enjoyed the closeness, even though it would have earned him a few strange looks from the others had they been here to see it. But they were not; it was just the two of them out here and no one else could see what they were doing. As far as the rest of the family knew, they were just out on an exercise run.

Although it did give him something to think about. They had been skirting the issue and made a few innuendos at each other lately. Mostly started by Raphael who had become more and more curious about Donatello's work in the lab and on the computer. At least that was the things he was inquiring about. Donatello had to doubt his sincerity about actually wanting to know about the subjects. Something else was going on, but so far Raphael had only managed to toss a few naughty comments at him. Mostly about porn on the internet and how Donatello was always sitting there at the screen and such. Harmless insinuations to be sure, but what made them noticeable was that Raphael usually took no interest at all in what Donatello was doing.

Before he could really consider if it was a good idea, Donatello put his arm around Raphael's neck in return and hugged him close to his side. The red-clad turtle did not seem to mind, however, and made no move to get away or even notice the motion. It turned into just a nice, quiet moment of reflection shared between the two of them. Quite a rare event at any rate, but pleasant nonetheless.

The truth was that Raphael had become more and more curious about what his brother had actually felt in that alley. Although he never outright said anything like that. It was not his style to just ask something like that, so he had sort of been struggling with how to hint at it enough for Donatello to get the idea and initiate a conversation about it. So far he had not been very successful, and quite frankly he was tired of the whole alluding thing.

Which is why, three seconds later his hand had moved from Donatello's shoulder down to his rump and was now stroking over his tail and feeling him up under his shell. It was about that time that the penny finally dropped and Donatello was able to put together the jigsaw that had appeared over the past few weeks. He was a clever turtle, after all.

"Ohh.. I... I guess I still owe you for Halloween..?"

"Damn straight ya do." Raphael grunted low. If he had known it was this easy, he would not have bothered with all that other hinting. His hand on his brother's butt got the message through a lot clearer.

The geek turtle gathered a bit of courage before stepping back and moving up behind him. He hugged around Raphael's plastron with one arm while his other one blatantly slipped right up underneath his shell and grabbed the full set of his male equipment.

The sheer directness of his brother made Raphael growl low and feel his pulse quicken again. He could not help but blush around his cheeks at how quickly he had convinced his brother to touch him in that very private place. There was something else going on here that he was not entirely aware of yet, but each stroke he felt from those smooth fingers brushing between his legs made it harder to think any complicated thoughts at all.

Donatello licked up the back of the green neck right in front of his face right where it connected with his brother's shell. His panting breath was accompanied by a slow grinding of his body against the back of Raphael as he enjoyed the feeling of his strong, virile sibling pressed so close to him. Raphael merely closed his eyes and savored the wet sensation on his neck.

He relaxed enough to let those inquisitive hands get a good grip and pull him out into the open air when he dropped from his shell. The powerful turtle inhaled sharply at the quick sting of the cold air and moisture around his newly freed member, but soon relaxed again as the fingers on it began to stroke him firmly. They had to take advantage of the time they had together and he was certainly eager to let those nimble computer-fingers scratch the itch he had.

Raphael found himself in a bit of an odd situation as well. Leonardo had approached him back in the elevator weeks ago, and they had both promised each other things that they had seemingly forgotten afterwards. Or maybe they were both just waiting for the other one to make the first move. It was hard to tell and Raphael did not do this whole 'subtle' thing very well.

As a result, the only one he had really played with before was Donatello. Maybe it was just because he was nice and harmless. He was too shy to tell anyone about it and he was a perfectionist if nothing else. Both admirable traits if you wanted sexual experimentation. Leonardo on the other hand would probably remember every second and remind him of it later, or maybe he would just make Raphael angry if he tried to be the dominant one. And Michelangelo was just out of the question. He would hold it over Raphael's head forever and he would never hear the end of it.

That, and the fact that there had not really been any opportunities with the other two. Donatello was just there in the right place at the right time.

The waters roared below as they fell magnificently together at the bottom of the great hall. The view from up here was amazing, yet it was mostly ignored by the two of them by now. Donatello hugged his brother closer against his belly, his muscles tensing around the chest he was holding while his right hand kept playing with the swiftly hardening shaft.

With two hands gripping the pipe along the ceiling tightly for support now, Raphael was holding himself in place a mere foot from the edge of the large tube they were standing in and overlooking the drainage junction. He kept both arms in the air above him as if to emphasize to himself that for once it was not his own hand stroking off his cock, but it was in fact someone else. His firm grip also served to keep himself from being pushed over the edge and into the pool, because Donatello was certainly fond of grinding and pushing himself against his brother's shell.

The three broad fingers coiled around the green shaft and moved up and down relentlessly to the sounds of panting breath in Raphael's ear. He was at full size now, just thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being jerked off and hugged at the same time.

"Mmmmm.. that's good Donnie... keep it up and I'll be makin' my own waterfall soon." Raphael growled. The only reply was a giggle behind him, but Donatello said nothing; he was either too concentrated or too shy at this point. He did feel how the lusty turtle pushed backwards towards his belly, grinding his shell and hips hard against his lower plates before he shifted positions and began thrusting his member through Donatello's rough hand.

Both of them began breathing faster even if their pulses were already high from the running. Donatello leaned in and bit very gently at the back of his brother's neck with his teeth as if to distract him even more. The splashes of the water below were enough to drown out the small moans escaping Raphael's lips at this point as he felt the rough surface of those battle-hardened fingers stroke him off rapidly. There was no doubt that this was a lot better than masturbating.

The busy hand continued jerking Raphael off rapidly, aiming him right out of the mouth of the pipe and into the depths below. Amidst all the stroking and grinding, Raphael suddenly inhaled in surprise when he felt his brother's cocktip swipe right past his small tail. It would seem he was not the only one having trouble holding himself back. The touch was brief and unintentional surely, but it set his mind spinning into motion and the memories of himself and Leonardo in the showers came flooding back, only arousing him further.

Donatello kept humping up against him from behind, as if to remind him to hang on to that pipe unless he wanted to be pushed over the edge and into the water. Raphael countered by pushing back, and as he bent over a bit more he could clearly feel his brothers cock poke and rub up against his rumpcheeks. Occasionally it would brush across his tailhole or bump against the back of his dangling balls, but even though Donatello was obviously rock-hard and willing, he still held back -- either not wanting to distract Raphael, or possibly because he was too shy to go all the way. He was even willing to believe that Donatello had not even thought about the idea of copulating with him for real, he was just aroused at the whole situation.

After all, kissing, petting, and fooling around was one thing, but actually having sex with each other was certainly taboo. Which was probably why Raphael had already broken that rule. Nobody tells him what to do.

His thoughts were interrupted by another wet lick to his neck and a voice chiming in his ear, "Tell me when you're close, Raph..."

"Why?" He growled back heatedly over his shoulder, "Feels like you're just teasing me now." He added with a rumble, but not much conviction. His eyes shut closed and he tried to nurture the fire in his groin into a full burst of energy.

"You'll see.." He promised secretively. Donatello was not even sure if this was the right thing to do, the thought had merely occurred to him just now. Maybe it was due to a lack of females of their own species that was at the root of all this. He did love his brothers, all of them, very much but.. it was only recently that love had been expressed in a sexual way. Despite what he knew about the taboo of this sort of thing, Splinter had made it very clear the only things they were allowed to do, and he was about to break those rules.

The inquisitive genius turtle could not help it. The desire to experiment and test his hypotheses was too overwhelming. His grip tightened around the throbbing member in his hand and he rubbed his groin against the bare, green rump in front of him with mindless passion. It was also a race against time to get this done before anyone noticed how long they had been gone.

"Ooooh.. damn. I'm close." Raphael said, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt his groin tighten more. He tried not to let himself go, giving Donatello time for whatever it was he had in mind.

His brother behind him forced himself to slow down the strokes and he let go of the precum-dribbling green cock, just as Raphael had feared. He spun around angrily to face him, but found Donatello on his knees right in front of him as he turned. Two hands grabbed his shaft and lifted it up so the purple-clad turtle could sink the whole thing into his wet mouth and suck on it.

Raphael watched in amazement as his brother put those brown leather kneepads to good use and acted out the fantasy that had been occupying his thoughts ever since their encounter in the alley. Donatello now finally had his chance and he began moaning a little as his head moved back and forth so he could tighten his lips around the throbbing turtlecock.

The surge of pleasure up Raphael's spine was undeniable and instead of scolding his brother for having stopped right before he was finished, Raphael was now sorry that he had not cooled down even more so he could enjoy the wet beak wrapped around his cock for just a while longer.

The pebbly tongue was clearly felt scraping against the underside of that thick maleness and it made Raphael start to thrust his hips in the same rhythm, trying to push deeper until he felt his cocktip nudge against his brother's throat.

"Ooooh, fuck yeah." He growled and sped up, pushing harder, faster, deeper into the slick beak. God, that was amazing. He had been jealous back in the alley that Donatello had practically just passed out before returning the favor, but today he was certainly making up for all that. It was well worth the wait.

The purple turtle's hands moved around to grab Raphael's tight rumpmuscles and squeeze his rock-hard butt, encouraging him to push forward and hump his sibling's beak as hard as he wanted. The head bobbed eagerly in front of him, giving him his first blowjob in return for his kindness a few weeks ago.

Donatello was oblivious and lost in the repetitive motions, and he moaned with his eyes closed, never once imagining that the sensation of his brother's hard cock could feel so hot and liberating in his mouth. He was actually doing naughty, dirty, forbidden sex things with his brother and it made him feel embarrassed, guilty, and aroused all at once. Remembering how good it had felt on himself, he suckled as firm as he could, not that he really needed a lot of finesse at this stage. The sloppy warmth of his beak was already too great to resist.

"Donnie..!" Was as much warning as Raphael could muster before a fury of rapid thrusts culminated in a deeper, more grueling one that threatened to pierce through the entry to his brother's throat, but was held back by the clenching muscle back there. One of his hands came down to grab the back of Donatello's head tight and in one exhale of surrender he expressed his desire.

"Swallow, bro." Raphael grunted and saw his sibling's eyes clench shut as burst after thick burst of pent-up turtlespunk was being gulped down as if it were soda pop.

Donatello had tasted himself on occasion just to see what it was like, he was a curious scientist after all, but the powerful splurts his brother gave off and the bouncing jerks of that thick length buried in his beak made the experience unforgettable. His hands tugged on his brother's rear to pull him closer, almost begging to have both of Raphael's sizable balls unload fully into his belly.

The seed was coming harder and more powerful as the orgasm peaked and the rush of it made Raphael cry out in a thunderous echo through the tunnel. He was quite vocal in his climax, mostly because getting a blowjob had turned out to be better than his imagination could possibly have come up with. And it was not from lack of trying; he had often imagined this while jerking himself off at nights, but actually feeling that tight beak suckle all around him was just unbelievable, and he did not want it to end. The sensations, the heat, the wetness, the slurping noises, the drool dripping off Donatello's chin, it was all something that burned into his mind as the whole scene unfolded as if in slow motion.

His body shuddered repeatedly until the flow finally began to trickle to a halt. Donatello swallowed as much as he could, except for some that ran down his chin and onto his throat. He looked almost honored and revered to have such a reward bestowed upon him, even if the sheer volume had made him gag a few times through the ordeal. Raphael had managed to wedge his cock into his brother's throat a few times during his orgasm, temporarily cutting off the air supply. It was quite an uncomfortable sensation at first, but in the throes of passion it really mattered very little. The highly erotic fantasy that had come to life of his brother beakfucking Donatello to the hilt overshadowed anything else in the young teenturtle's mind.

Shivering in the moments after winding down, Raphael felt some of the overflow escape from that stuffed beak and run down his own length until the warm fluid touched his balls, sending another tingling shiver up through him. Everything in the whole world just felt awesome right now. He moaned, unaware of anything other than having his most sensitive organ crammed into his older brother's mouth and it made him ooze out his liquid pleasure for a lot longer than he normally could.

He let his hand fall down on Donatello's shoulder and the other one still holding onto the pipe above his head loosened its grip, but stayed there for a while longer. Now in the aftermath he was somewhat overwhelmed with surprise that Donatello had actually done that for him, it was certainly unexpected.

His brother almost seemed disappointed when the flow stopped and he had to stop suckling as well. His eyes opened and he looked right up, their gazes meeting for the first time. The expression on his face was almost innocent, had it not been for his cheeks bulging lewdly with his sibling's fat turtledick.

Reluctantly he moved away, but took his sweet time about it. He pulled back slowly and let the whole length slide back out across his tongue, finally making it drop heavily off his lower lip and just hang there, drooping and leaking cum after the heavy release. Donatello grinned widely as the seed still drooled from the tip down into the inch of running water under their feet, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to clean off the streaks of white.

"Dammit, you're good at that." It was really all that Raphael could think of saying after something like this. He was still mostly breathless, but the admiration in his eyes was obvious. No wonder Donatello had just collapsed after his body was wracked with a pleasure of this magnitude. He felt like passing out himself right now, but leaning against the pipe kept him on his feet, for now.

"Finally repaid my debt, huh?" Donatello giggled and blushed redly in his green cheeks. He looked up at the other turtle, still kneeling right in front of him. Both his knees and his feet at the bottom of the pipe were being tickled by the stream of water that was suddenly flowing. When they got here it had just been a quarter inch of standing water.

Looking out between Raphael's wide stance, the cascades of water blowing out of all the pipes looked almost majestic in the background. The roar out there seemed to have picked up in volume as well.

Donatello stood up to face his brother and the two of them just stared at each other for a bit. He was suddenly hit with a very impeding realization: What do you do after something like this? What do you say? All he could do was stare at the other turtleboy and not really know what to do with himself.

Raphael certainly could not think of anything meaningful, but he also despised awkward moments like the one he could feel this was turning into since neither of them knew what to say now. He could only find one cure for the silence and that was to grab Donatello's head and yank it over against his own so the two of them could distract each other with a passionately wet kiss.

The geeky turtle was shocked at this development, but welcomed it quickly. His hands slipped down to grab Raphael's rear and squeeze it again; he really seemed to have a thing for those strong hindmuscles of his brother's.

Raphael could taste himself inside his brother's beak and it was pretty much the same as when he had done it in the alley. Maybe slightly sweeter, at least the way he remembered it. His eyes closed to allow the kiss to deepen further and his own arms wrapped around the other's shell to pull him up close. The warm embrace was accompanied by the sound and the beautiful sight of the falling water all around them that flowed into the main stream far below. Yet, understandably enough none of that were on their minds at the moment.

A giggle slipped out between their lips. Donatello was just giddy about the whole situation and tried to hide his shyness and embarrassment behind that. His beak pressed to his brother's in passion, his tongue swirled around its corresponding part from the other mouth and while they were playing with each other, Raphael managed to slurp down a few globs of his own seed that was still coating the insides of the beak he was eating out.

Raphael was the first to pull back from the kiss, licking his lips slowly to keep the fluids from running down his chin. He watched his geek brother lean back on the opposite side of the sewer pipe with his shell pressed against the curved wall.

However, it seemed that their heated kiss had merely delayed the awkward silence that now relentlessly marched towards the conversation again. Or rather, the lack thereof.

He was just about to do something drastic again to kill the silence, when Donatello suddenly jumped up and hugged him tightly.

"Hang on."

Raphael blinked in confusion and was about to ask what the heck was going on when he heard the ominous rumbling as well. Without a second thought he grabbed onto the other turtle and stared into the filling darkness of the pipe.

The first wave hit them with brutal force and flushed the two reptiles clean out of the pipe, sending them plummeting into the pool far below in the drainage junction where all these pipes met up. It was a freefall for several seconds from the mouth of the pipe before the muffled sound of an underwater splash hit their ears. Donatello waited until after the initial force of the drop had been cushioned by their impact with the water before he began floating upwards. They untangled their arms and legs from the protective grip they had around each other, and they both kicked upwards until they broke the surface with a collective gasp for breath.

"Hey, at least they waited till we were done before flushing the pipes, huh?" Raphael shook his head and sent wet splashes flying from his bandanna. He then started swimming towards the edge of the pool.

Donatello snickered and followed him, his eyes fixated on that green butt underwater right in front of him. Oh, he so wanted to.. to.. feel that in the most intimate way he could imagine, but he just did not have the courage to even hint at that sort of thing, even in the middle of their passionate act a moment ago. He sighed a little to himself and climbed out of the pool right after Raphael.

"That was quite a ride. We'd better be getting back before anyone starts thinking we've been gone long." At least they both got cleaned up pretty well now.

Donatello nodded and wringed the water out of his own bandanna. Somehow he had a feeling that training tonight would be awkward once they had both had a chance to calm down a bit and think rationally about what they just did. Not to mention a sleepless night thinking about it over and over again. Sometimes he could only curse his over-analytic mind.