Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 6 - Halloween Alley
#8 of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers series These stories are based on a mixture of the TMNT comic universe and the New TMNT 2003 Cartoon series universe. This basically means three things: 1) All the turtles have tails. Just like real turtles. 2) The age distribution from oldest to youngest goes: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo. 3) The storyline of the first several stories is that of the TMNT 2003 series. This is just to give them some context and a starting point for the author, so maybe later stories will be written to fit into the storyline of the old cartoon series. Nobody knows yet. The usual disclaimers apply. We don't own the Turtles, this is fanfiction. All credit for their creation goes to Mirage Studios. Don't read it if you're not old enough. Don't read it if you're not into turtlecest. Don't say we didn't warn you. * * * More Than Brothers - Halloween Alley By Donatello.tmnt [at] gmail.com Donatello came bounding out of Splinter's room, grinning and nearly running right into his red-masked brother. "Hey Raph! Wanna go to the surface? Splinter said we can go out if we stay within a city block and make sure we're not seen. Since it's Halloween and all." This is the one day where giant turtles walking around would of course not arouse suspicion. Donatello hardly waited for a reply before he made a run straight for the elevator to the surface. He did not even care where the other two were, he just wanted to get topside as quickly as possible. Splinter could tell the others himself. "What? You mean he's actually letting us go up without him?" Raphael took a step back in shock and amazement. He looked towards the closed rice-paper door of their Sensei. "You're not coming?" Donatello called out as the doors opened. "Are you kidding? Let's go before he changes his mind!" The turtle made a run for it and they both went up to the garage. There was no way he was going to miss this opportunity. The strangely triangular, yet circular elevator hummed softly and the blue rune-like crystal patters they were both propelled to the surface, leaving the rest of the lair behind. This had started to become a humdrum routine experience for Donatello what with all the repairs and building he had started doing in the abandoned warehouse to try and find some useful projects for himself, not to mention get up to speed with his welding skills. But this was entirely different. When the elevator doors opened it was as if he saw the garage for the first time, and they both rushed over to the door, almost fighting to be the first one out of it and onto the street. The garage itself looked rather abysmal, dirt and debris was everywhere in this poorly lit place. Old vehicle parts were stacked haphazardly against one of the walls, but that mattered little at this point. Raphael was the first one to burst out into the open and was pushed out further into the street by Donatello following close behind. Freedom! Finally they were topside. Even the stale evening air of the industrial quarter felt like pure liberation to the two brothers. A smell that could only seem clean and pleasant to someone living in a sewer. They both just stood there and inhaled deeply for a while, enjoying the brisk wind breezing through the empty streets and making torn newspaper pages tumble across the lonely asphalt. Donatello grinned and darted across the street under the broken lamp posts that provided a good cover for their nightly activities. The two snuck alongside the building and around it, passing a few blocks of ghostly buildings with no lights in them until they finally came to a slightly busier street where the residential area officially began. Busy, was probably not the right description for it, but inhabited at least. It was still deserted out here at night, but passing the next block would prove more giving. A group of kids were going door to door just across the street, and the two turtles settled down in a dark, empty alley to watch them. "Hey Raph, come look." He whispered back. The red-masked turtle paused when he caught up, and looked out from behind Donatello's shell. They both watched how the costumed kids walked from one building to another, occasionally shouting "trick or treat" at the person in the doorway when someone who had actually prepared for tonight dared to open the door. "Heh, free candy. Kids got it made." Raphael said in a low voice. They both knew about Halloween from TV, of course, but it was the first time they had actually witnessed the ritual in real life. It was pretty much the way they had imagined it and the two shadowy figures crouched down to watch the group of kids for a few houses before they moved out of sight. "Feels good to be out here.. all alone." The geeky turtle stood up again and stretched himself out. This neighborhood was fairly abandoned with just a few houses that still had light in them. "Yeah," Raphael nodded in agreement, "I was getting close to making one of my escapes again. I was holding out for Halloween, though." His teeth glinted in a wide smirk. Donatello put a hand on his shoulder from behind and made his brother turn his head to look back at him. "I'm glad you waited. I can't send Leo running after to protect you all the time, y'know." Raphael just stuck his tongue out. "Whatever, dude." The purple turtle smirked and stood up straight to stretch himself out. "Feels good to be out here... All alone." The last remark came with a curious undertone and it made Raphael turn his head again. The neighborhood was pretty abandoned actually, so it was pure luck that they had managed to see any kids at all. The few straggling ones they had noticed where already out of sight again, and Raphael pitied their parents who would have to deal with hyper children for as long as the candy would last. "Yeah, it's nice and quiet for a change." The other turtle looked across the street at one of the houses where the light was still on. It was so tempting to dash over and get some free candy, especially on the one day where he was not likely to get any odd looks if he did. But orders were orders and this was probably not the right day to try and press his luck. "That's probably a good thing. Less eyes around the entrance to our lair is always a good thing." Donatello nodded as his brother got onto his feet to stand up fully again right in front of him, mostly blocking his view of the street from the back alley they were hiding in. "But since we're all alone..." The purple turtle grinned and reached down to run a finger across the underside of Raphael's shell, brushing across his tail in the process. Raphael blinked at first, but then a slow smile emerged on his face. He did still have a bit of a guilty conscience about having brushed Donatello off so readily in their lesson with Splinter just because he was mad at Leonardo. Here was an opportunity to make amends. "I like your thinking." He reached a hand up to rub at the other turtle's cheek before letting it slide down his neck and shoulder. There was not really anything odd about the caress. A lot of tension had been released after that lesson since the four sexually inexperienced brothers now at least had some kind of guiding principle about all these weird emotions brought on by their raging hormones. They had seen one representation of having sex on the Discovery Channel, all the animals did it doggystyle, obviously. Other than that, kissing was a display of affection in any human movie you would care to name. The brothers had done beakrubbing since they were small and still did to some extent, but the kissing thing was a lot more interesting now. Donatello took a step forward and pressed his brother's shell up against the brick wall in the alley as he moved in close. Their chestplates touched one another and he tilted his head a little to the side, sharing a breath with his brother just before sealing their lips in a kiss, adding plenty of tongue on the first venture. His hands slid down Raphael's armored sides and backwards to cup his muscular rump and knead it firmly. The bulkier turtle was surprised at being pinned against the wall so suddenly, but he was quick to let his tongue come out and wrap around Donatello's. His own hands gripped around his brother's shell and traced down the back of it, brushing across the scars of many years of fighting, and hooking his fingers into the straps that held the long bo staff. One hand dipped lower and the fingers played along the bottom ridge of Donatello's shell, slipping underneath to brush and stroke ever-so lightly over his tail, which made him squeak a bit from the overly sensitive appendage. Likewise, Donatello felt no real oddity about their exchange of affection. They obviously were not humans, in fact they had to hide from them, and there were not any other turtles around than each other.. and they all loved each other like a family. In summary, they were isolated in the sewer, only kinds of their species, and already had a strong family bond -- so what could be more natural than to let their hormones take the reigns and play with each other? He mmmmmmed and kissed Raphael deeper and more passionately still. He had not even planned on something this heated, but just feeling his brother's lips and body grind against his own got him so excited he could hardly contain himself. It was amazing how he even managed to do so in everyday life and during training. Splinter's lesson had given them a bit of insight into a new world, but it was like they all felt they wanted to kick down the door that had been opened and just storm right into this new and exciting place. With every new exploration, things got more daring. Don's one hand kept kneading the rump he had grabbed, but the other one shifted around, bumping over Raphael's crotch-shell and deviously reaching in underneath it. Without a second thought he grabbed around the smooth sac he found there and his fingers then stroked down over the protective sheath with just his fingertips to arouse the other turtleboy. It seemed to work quite well and it got Raphael growling softly into the kiss as he moved with his brother. The friction between their plastrons become more pronounced and Raphael's hand slipped in farther to wrap around Don's tail and stroke it, feeling it move in his hand in response to the teasing touches. The growl soon turned to a happier *murrrr* when he felt the fingertips brush across him and a thumb pressing lightly against the opening that had already bared his flesh inside the thin tube. Thoughts of their lesson together with Splinter came back to him in a rush, which all helped to arouse him. Add to it that they practically had the whole street to themselves and it made for an exciting combination in his mind. No need to worry about siblings walking in on them up here in the alley, yet it was still open enough to feel dangerous. Raphael liked it dangerous. "Typical. Our first time out of the lair alone and all you can think of is getting your hand under my shell." Raphael smirked and teased the other turtle in the brief moment that their beaks were apart. At this point Donatello had long forgotten all about Halloween and candy. Either the city air was getting to him or the idea of being naughty outside in free territory was just too overwhelming to pass up. His tail flicked in his brother's hand as he slurped his tongue around the other repeatedly, moaning audible when their lips parted for a moment only to meet again immediately afterwards. Curiously enough, each time this happened the main wrestling match between their tongues was drawn over in the other turtle's mouth. The red-clad turtle had to close his eyes and hold back a moan that had already formed deep in his throat at the continued fondling that Donatello's hand did all over his emerging shaft. It was coaxed out into the open and the geeky turtle seemed quite encouraged that he was doing so well at this. Raphael could easily imagine where this was all going. He would be the one getting off and once again that feeling of guilt would return afterwards. No, something had to be done. Something drastic -- while he could still focus on something other than those eager fingers working the sheath back and forth over his thick terrapin erection. Raphael licked his chops at the sensation and then used his superior strength and his weight to suddenly flip their positions around so Donatello ended up being thrown and pinned against the wall. A grunting "ooof!" was pressed out of him when his shell scraped the bricks and they changed roles. The sudden roughness had taken him completely by surprise, but he was not at all turned off by it. Quite the contrary. Taking control of the situation back into his own hands, Raphael slipped those around the front of his brother as he leaned back to the wall, breaking off the kiss and letting his hands slip down the other turtle's sides until they squeezed at his firm, muscular thighs. He licked a bit of saliva off his chin before kissing his way down Don's neck, who just tilted his head to expose more of it to the nice kisses. One hand slipped under his shell and Raphael mirrored the situation from a moment ago when he brushed two thick fingers against his brother's retracted penis to return the favor heartily by rubbing the hidden shaft. "Let's see what you've got here." He leered at the other male's glazed look. Donatello parted his legs with a moan and leaned against the wall fully, his erection already pushing against his inner shell when Raphael started to fondle him. The red turtle grinned slightly evilly as he managed to coax the other boy's erection out of his shell, tugging it down and out into the open. "Looks like somebody wants to play." Raphael used a thumb to tease the swollen head as he felt it harden more, now that it was free from its confines. He nipped at the newly exposed neck skin, hesitating for a brief moment as he watched his brother's face. His nips started to travel south, nipping on the edge of Don's shell near his neck and then on the center crease, experimenting as he went, listening for sounds of enjoyment. He tried to remember what he had seen in those dirty magazines Casey had brought him for reading, but he could already tell that a lot of the stuff he had seen would be difficult to do with someone in an armored shell. There was one thing that kept popping up in his head, however... "Oooh.. y-yes.." Donatello did not need much more encouragement before he dropped down freely and was exposed to the capable hands grabbing and stroking him. His brother kissed his neck and pushed him up against the wall a bit harder while he seized the big green rod tighter in his hand. It was a good thing this neighborhood was deserted. No chance of being interrupted here. The geeky turtle could not keep his eyes off the hand down there and he looked down to watch Raphael's every movement with admiration, especially how his fingers teased his erection out to full size in his palm. It was difficult for his brother not to feel his own groin warm up at the sight and sensation too, but he tried to focus on stroking Donatello's hardness in his hand to quell his own desires. That idea from the magazines kept returning to the surface despite Raphael's attempts to keep it down and he finally realized that he had to do something about it. Particularly if he did not want to lie awake all night thinking about what might have happened. The fact that Splinter had expressly forbidden it during their lesson only made Raphael even more intent on doing it, out of sheer spite. Not to their sensei's face of course, but just knowing that he had directly disobeyed him gave the turtle an automatic ego boost. He dropped down on his kneepads in front of his brother and leaned in to bump his beak against the bottom ridge of Donatello's groinshell. His attention then turned to the heated shaft he still held in one of his rough hands, and the sight made his mouth water. Donatello looked down into his bulkier brother's eyes when his gaze lifted and there was uncertainty in both of their expressions. A green hand came up to massage his thigh, but it could hardly distract him from the warm breath falling on the tip of his shaft. It was with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief that Donatello stared down between his legs. He shivered at the hot breath over his sensitive and exposed flesh. He was so aroused by the whole experience that when Raphael leaned in and experimentally licked around the stiff head, he could taste a bead of clear precum. His other hand had a nicely firm grip around the base of the cock still. "Raph, what're you do-OOooOh.." He gasped at the lick and suddenly felt the urge to just shut up and watch. Raphael cleaned away the clear drops, tasting the slight saltyness of it. "Teaching you how to give head, bro." The overtone in his voice was a clear indication that this was a favor he expected to be returned in the near future. Of course he had no idea that Donatello had tried this once before, but he was certain that seeing pictures of this in Casey's magazines made him the expert of the two. Another, slower lick tried to emphasize that point. "But.. Sssplinter said that.. ooh, that we shouldn--" "Do you really want me to stop?" Raphael pulled his head back and was met by the wild stare of his older brother. Don just shook his head a bit, unable to dispute that. Going with the urge that rushed over him, Raphael suddenly took the green cock into his beak and formed a warm, moist sheath that caused it to stiffen even more while he ran his tongue along the underside of it. He had definitely learned this from somewhere, but it was hard for Donatello to imagine where. And hard to care, at the moment. The turtle that was pushed up against the wall of the alley moaned and put his hand down on his brother's head, unable to control the urge to thrust. His horny teenage self shone through brightly at this point despite being the 'rational' and 'level-headed' one in the family, he was still a male at heart and it was actually amusing to see how easy it was to get him over the edge like this. Without a further pang of guilt Donatello started thrusting himself into his brother's beak, eagerly using the warm and wet mouth to pleasure himself. There was no doubt about what he wanted and Raphael felt a sense of pride wash over him at seeing how easily he could take control of his older brother. His lips tightened over the shaft as he sucked harder and made a grunt deep in his throat, which sent vibrations up the slickened organ. He dragged his teeth gently along the length as his head moved the rhythm of the moaning turtle above him, yet the clear sound of submission that drifted through the alley was not enough. Raphael demanded more and intended to get it by slipping his free hand around to stroke the other turtleboy's sensitive tail as additional stimulation, possibly in an attempt to finish him off quicker. It certainly had that effect. Despite the privacy of the alley, people did still live around here and there was no telling what could happen. Donatello on the other hand just groaned and put both his hands on the kneeling teen's head, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. With his head lifted up and panting to the night sky, he held on to the smooth green head and pulled it towards his groin while at the same time humping his brother's wonderfully wet beak, burying his needy turtlecock in it repeatedly. "OOoooh, Raph.." He whispered and looked down, or at least he tried to keep his eyes open, but the constant jolts of pleasure up his spine refused to let him do so for longer than moments at a time. He kept sliding himself across Raphael's tongue and through his beak, eagerly working himself up and amazed at how aroused he became in such a short time. This was infinitely better than his own hand and he felt a strange warmth surge through his shaft. A special warmth that felt like it was coming from inside his organ and it was like nothing else he had ever felt before; almost a burning sensation that made his member jerk and his mind go hazy at the sight of Raphael's cheeks bulge out with his own meat. He kept this up for a few minutes, banging his crotch against his sibling's face over and over, and it would almost have seemed as if this was going anywhere had it not been for Donatello's increasing moans of pleasure. It was certainly a good thing they had found an abandoned alley for this. He looked down again and was awed by the sight of his brother giving him his first blowjob. Raphael looked up at his face, watching the emotions the other turtle went through as he let his mouth get humped and pounded into. He had seen the pictures in the magazines, but never imagined it would be *this* good. He grinned around his mouthful -- a wicked grin of triumph over the will of the other -- before he turned his attention to the veined rod in his maw and worked hard to get his brother to cum. "R-Raph.. I'm gonna.." His brother bit his lip and did not manage any further warning before Raphael felt the slippery cock jerk forcefully in his maw just before the torrents of hot, salty turtlecum started to splurt from Don's balls and directly into his sucking beak. He found himself gagging for a moment at the first powerful bursts, but then started eagerly bobbing his head to let the warm cum fill up his beak. The rush of power and possession he felt could not be denied. The geeky turtle was absolutely at his mercy, moaning in response to the hand on his cock that squeezed him firmly as if to continuously verify just how weak he was to his own lust. Raphael was determined to get every ounce out of him. His own eyes half-closed as he reveled in this experience; it was not as weird as he had thought it might be.. hell it was even better. He was the one 'servicing', yet he was not the submissive one at all. Donatello tossed his head back against the wall and stood moaning upwards through the alley, his powerful hips pushing him rapidly back and forth in the warm beak holding him until he started to slow down. His shaft spewed its contents freely into the waiting mouth and Don's brain just about melted from the divine pleasure spurred in his loins by being sucked off. Now, Raphael was certainly no expert on the subject, but it did seem that his sibling was quite.. voluminous tonight. It figured, since the last time they got off was at their lesson with Splinter. He looked down again at the green rod between his lips and cooed softly, panting and trying to catch his breath again. The geek turtle's thighs twitched and felt stiff and numb from the incredible tension that was suddenly released. He had not even realized how tense he had been through this whole thing. His sibling even managed to make him grunt a bit more while his hand milked him dry to make sure he got every last drop of his cum. His brother continued to make those suckling motions since the spurting did not cease. It took a lot longer than they had both imagined for Don to finally feel empty and exhausted. Letting his wide tongue lick off any remnants from the softening shaft, Raphael's own breaths came heavy from the physical labor, and he looked up at his panting brother, meeting his eyes again. The red turtle slowly pulled off, turning his head to the side and spitting out the gooey mess onto the cold floor of the alley. He coughed once and then spat again, only this time the syrupy mass clung together, and diluted only by his own saliva it sloooowly dropped to the floor in a long strand. The other teen stood resting against the wall and looked down, feeling almost guilty for not having given more of a warning or something before just cumming in his brother's mouth. He could feel hands resting on his hips for support just before Raphael rose up to his feet again. "I, uh.." He hesitated, looking him in the eyes. Donatello tried to grin in-between his rapid breaths. He stood there, legs trembling slightly and felt as if he could just collapse and fall asleep right there as the afterglow wrapped around him. It felt like he had run a marathon, every nerve in his body ached with exhaustion, but more of a tingling kind of ache than actually painful and worn. Don used the wall to support himself while he was still trying to recover from the world-blazing experience. "Whoa... that was.. amazing, Raph." It was not often that Don was at a loss for words, but in this case he was just staring dumbfounded. Raphael managed to grin back at him, letting a hand wrap around his waist and adding to the support of the wall. He looked a lot more confident at seeing how his handiwork had overwhelmed his brother so much. He could not have planned it better himself. "It just came to me." He confessed. "Come on, you look ready to drop right here, maybe we should get home..." Raphael slipped an arm under the other turtle's shoulder, offering support as he headed back toward home, his mind already working on a good excuse for Don's 'condition' of being so tired. They could have gone on a practice run across the rooftops of course. All he had to do was play a bit more exhausted too. "Just.. give me a few minutes. I need to recover a bit." Donatello slumped himself around the offered arm for support and leaned in. He seemed to be in high spirits at least -- the afterglow would not last too long if they just kept moving. They were moving along fairly slowly like this, and by the time Don got his green butt hauled back to the garage he would be plenty capable to act normal as well. Took a while for him to.. uh.. retract. "You owe me, bro.. bigtime." Raphael guided him along the darkest alleys towards the garage, helping him keep balanced, but he could still walk without too much difficulty. Donatello just shot him a silly grin and nodded. This was his best Halloween ever.