Don’s Free to Dream

1
Donatello was on all fours and Raphael was fucking him from behind. Their stark naked green bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat. The air, heavy with musk, carried their grunts and groans, occasionally pierced by lusty churrs.
Michelangelo couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight.
He winced when a hand lay on his shell. Leonardo glanced over his shoulder and Mikey could hear the leader’s sharp intake of air.
“Wh... what... what are they doing?” Leo whispered, unable and unwilling to believe his senses.
“Don is having sex with Raph in the virtual reality chamber,” Michelangelo answered because he needed to confirm it too. It sounded... absurd.

2
“They didn’t see us, right?” Mikey asked, looking over his shoulder.
“I think they were preoccupied,” Leo replied, gritting his teeth as he walked faster. “I can’t believe it.”
Michelangelo shuddered and ran a few steps to match his brother’s pace. “It’s totally weird! I knew Donnie wouldn’t use the free nights to train. If that drug really let him live without sleep? He’d so lock himself in the labs and tinker the night away. You know, that is the life! He goes out on geek adventures every morning, comes home late at night and plays with what he’s brought till morning! It’s the perfect plan once he makes you and master Splinter believe he really trains at night,” he ranted, desperate to talk about what he’d just seen. Leonardo let him speak freely, but at one point he turned around and put a finger to his mouth. Michelangelo shut up, recognising where they were.
The door of Raphael’s room opened silently. Leo and Mikey moved inside, their eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. They heard snoring before they saw the hot-head sleeping in his bed.
“How is this possible?” Mikey breathed out.
Leo didn’t reply until they were out the door. Then, eye ridges furrowed, he said: “That Raph back there was virtual.”

3
“Dude, I can’t tell a difference between the simulation and you,” Michelangelo whispered in awe.
“I know Mikey. You’ve said it five times tonight,” Leo said, studying two green forms in the VR chamber. “I just hope Donnie will stick with training with my avatar. I didn’t undergo the VR scan to…”
“…see the lights screwed out of your head. Yeah.” Michelangelo stretched his arms. “I’m bored, gonna go to sleep. Seems like Don doesn’t think of you as anything more than a ninjitsu teacher.”
“Seems like it,” Leonardo mumbled, peering through a crack in the door. He noted the way Donatello shuffled his salty olive legs as Michelangelo left, and watched with satisfaction as his virtual counterpart told his brother immediately. At least his doppelganger was intact.
Then the virtual Leo took a step forward and kissed Donatello on the lips. Don hummed happily, although tiredly, and let himself be lowered to a mat on the ground.
While Leonardo was processing the fact that his genial brother obviously had a thing for more than one sibling, he heard someone behind him – turning around he spotted Raphael.
Raph – the real Raph – smirked. “Checking if Don’s doing his exercises?” he asked, walking to the door.
“Wait, Raph,” Leonardo put a hand on the handle to prevent Raphael from opening it, putting up an alarmed expression. “Shush. You need to see this.”
Donatello’s legs were locked around Leo’s shell, pushing each of his thrusts inside. He was churring loudly. Raphael averted his eyes as soon as he took the scene in, stumbling back with the force of the discovery.
“Why’s he…”
“I don’t know.” Leonardo shook his head, closing the door tightly. “Let’s get out of here before he finds out we’re spying on him.”

4
The next night only Michelangelo approached the virtual reality chamber. Donatello had been agitated in the evening. Mikey had run into him by chance and Don hadn’t said even as much as “Hi, I’m back from my all-day adventure. Gonna train now.”
Behind the door, carelessly cracked open as usual, Donatello had Mikey’s simulated double pressed against the wall, the sea-green butt jutting out for Don to ram in. Michelangelo swallowed. Donatello turned his counterpart around roughly, shoved him into the wall and lifted him up by the knees. A strong wave of musk hit Mikey’s nostrils; heady, sweet. His lower regions stirred to life with it.
Donatello was kissing his virtual turtle vigorously, pounding into him so that his mate’s shell scraped against the simulated brick wall constantly. He pinned Mikey’s arms and began uttering choked sounds of ecstasy. He was close.
As Michelangelo, warm all over, watched Donnie cum inside his lookalike, he had to admit – this was a breath-taking release of what he’d never hoped to let out.
“Thank you for the dream,” Donatello muttered dazedly, sliding to his knees with Mikey’s image in his arms.

5
“…cannot close our eyes before the issue anymore,” Leonardo said sternly. “We need to face the facts: that Donatello wants each and every one of us. The question is, is losing himself in virtual reality a sensible outlet for his sexual urges, or dangerous indulgence?”
“He ain’t getting away with it either way,” Raphael declared. “He’s got no right to run away from reality.”
“What do you want him to do?” Michelangelo countered. “We’d jump outta our shells if he tried to do that in real life.”
“I still don’t understand why he’s doing it,” Leonardo rubbed his chin. “We are no longer persecuted mutants and any pent-up desires can easily be released in the city. Don has no reason to want one of us.”
Michelangelo cleared his throat. “Will it sound really weird if I say I kinda found it hot?”
Leo’s grey and Raph’s brown eyes bore into him.
“Yep… It did.”

6
If Raphael was seeing correctly, Mikey was fapping in front of the VR chamber, head tilted to the side as he listened to the sweet sounds of love-making.
“Michelangelo?”
Mikey’s head jerked around, eyes incredibly blue and staring at the hot-head. Without a sound, he leapt to his feet and ran past Raphael, his dick still in his hand.
Raphael paused only long enough to check that Donatello wasn’t having sex with him. His desire to march in and start yelling had been redirected.

7
Leonardo paced to and fro in his room, turning to gesticulate at his brothers and generally appearing nervous. “I called you here to solve the Donatello situation. As far as I know, since we found out about his evening activities five days ago, we have made little contact with him. We have been avoiding him, and that’s understandable. But we can’t live with the horrible secret hanging between us. I’m going to confront him tonight,” the leader said, squaring his shoulders.

8
“Huh,” Donatello said, looking at Leo curiously, “seems like the simulation started on its own. I didn’t even have to initiate it.”
Don practised hand-to-hand combat that night. Playing the role of his virtual opponent, Leonardo could feel an unusual intensity in Donatello’s sparring. The genius was enjoying the fight. He focused on every moment of it because he was doing it with his beloved brother.
And Leo found himself to be enjoying it as well.
“I want to please you,” Donatello said suddenly, stepping back. Leonardo’s heart skipped a beat. Don was eyeing him in a strange way, thoughtful in his lust, dominant in his submission. It was a look of totality. Donatello wanted something and he was going to have it.
Leonardo watched in a daze as Don kneeled before him and sucked him off.
It took an eternity and it was incredible.
When Donatello’s mouth released Leo’s spent cock and his semen covered hand let go of his own, he sat back on his heels and lowered his head. “Thank you for the dream.”

9
“What happened then?” asked Michelangelo, eyes wide as saucers.
“He got up and left before I had the chance to say anything.”
“What would ya have said?” Raphael snorted. “Nice blowjob, let’s do it again?”
Leonardo glared at him. “You’re making fun of this, but you have no idea what it’s like.”
“I don’t think I wanna!”
“I do,” Mikey said, fixing Leonardo with a gaze.
“We need to look at this from Don’s point of view,” Leo urged. “I could feel the passion of his actions. It was so powerful I would only connect it with Raph.”
“You know, there’s one big problem there. My bros don’t turn me on.”
Michelangelo reached out to touch Raphael’s arm. “I can look at you that way,” he whispered. “Both of you. It’s just never occurred to me.”
Raphael jumped to his feet. “Computer?” he yelled. “Delete all VR scans of mutant turtles you have in your database!” Turning to his stunned brothers, his eyes flared. “He’s not doing this anymore.”

10
Donatello settled into a meditation stance and closed his eyes. A virtual image of Splinter faded from his side. “Leo? Mikey?” Donatello called out.
Leonardo and Michelangelo glanced at each other. If they didn’t fill the gap, Donatello would investigate and he’d find out about their silent watch. The turtles slipped into the chamber before Raphael could stop them.
Leo walked over to his resting brother and leaned down to plant a soft kiss onto his forehead. Donatello smiled. His leader gestured to Michelangelo to start petting Don’s arms. They circled the unseeing turtle, savouring his complacent sighs. Soon Leo moved him to lie on his shell and kissed him on the lips.
And Raphael watched. He stayed while Donatello’s hands were tied above his head, his swollen erection teased out of hiding and his legs pulled apart. And all he could think about was the pressure under his plastron.

11
“Man, I’m beat,” Donatello groaned, stepping inside the VR chamber. “I should stop doing this, the strain’s beginning to show. Alright. I need someone who won’t go easy on me because I’m tired. Raph.” He stretched his arms with a loud grunt and cracked his neck, which gave his red-banded brother enough time to replace the missing simulation.
“So whaddaya wanna do?” Raphael growled, surprised himself how low his voice was. Donatello turned around slowly.
“Shell,” he breathed. He looked supple, wonderfully touchable, and Raphael was overwhelmed. On pure autopilot, he closed the distance and kissed Donatello.
Don melted into him, wrapping his arms around Raphael’s neck and moaning deliciously.
When Raph could think again, he was lying on the floor with Donatello pressed against him. “Thank you for the dream,” the genius whispered, pulling away.
“No,” Raphael said, holding him in place.
“The floor’s hard and I can’t sleep,” Donatello reminded him quietly. “Don’t make me ask the computer to turn you off. It would seem rude.”

12
Leonardo was watching his family lazily. Donatello was lying on top of him, right where he’d fallen after he’d fucked himself senseless. Michelangelo was curled at his side, saliva and cum rimming his skilful mouth. Raphael was draped over them all, covering them with the warmth of his dark, sweaty body.
Shifting, Don mumbled: “Thank you for the dream.”
Three hands shot out to grab him. “Donnie, you… you seriously don’t know?” Leonardo asked him.
“That I always leave the door opened?”

(Author’s note: If you don’t like the bitter part of bittersweet, don’t read any further.)

13
“Do you know what’s happened to him?” a human medic asked quickly, motioning three turtles to carry a fourth one into the back of an ambulance.
“We found this on his night table,” Leonardo answered, passing the man a small plastic bottle. It was missing a label.
“He’s been into all kinds of pills lately,” Michelangelo croaked. The medic opened the bottle, took out a few colourful capsules and sighed.
“It’s a popular psychidelic. It’s harmless in small amounts, but it seems like your friend overdosed.”
“Brother,” Raphael rasped to correct him. “Donatello.”
Don’s eyes flew open. He scrambled to get up, but Leonardo held him down. “Relax Donnie,” he soothed him, leaning down so that he could speak quietly. “You’re safe.”
Donatello gasped a word, arching up, and his mouth brushed Leonardo’s lips. The leader turned his head to hear him better. “What is it?”
Don hesitated and fell back. He stared at Leonardo. And then he turned his head away and sobbed violently. “Thank you for the dream,” he said.
His brothers looked at each other, confused and clueless.

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