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Of Hearts and Shells: 50 Shades of Green	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After his vow to her, the two of them felt that much closer. There was hardly a waking moment that they weren’t in synergy. Splinter allowed them to remain in contact during April’s training, allowing her to draw from his expertise as she practiced her kata. Sparring with the guys was also always greatly amusing, as the two of them, coupled, had yet to lose a match. Their master had decided it was good practice for the rest of the turtles to go up against the synergists, to develop strategies against the pair. Leo was getting close… he hadn’t managed to beat them, but he was always trying a new strategy, trying to catch them off-guard and find the chink in their armor. It wasn’t exactly fair on him, though… it was just much easier to assess and predict what your opponent was going to do when you had two perspectives on him… and also a lot of fun toying with their opponents.
Currently, Leonardo was taking Donnie on single-handedly, with April sitting on the sidelines, tracking Leo’s movements. “Bring it on, Leo… whenever you’re ready,” April said in a timbre that was not her own.
He glared at Donnie, irritated. “Stop it,” he complained, circling.
“Stop what?” April asked innocently.
“Talking through April! It’s weird!”
“Why?” April said roughly as Donnie raised an eyebrow, “Is it throwing you off your game?”
“By the way, Leo,” Donatello spoke in a high, effeminate voice with April’s cadence, “did you know you have these little liney bruises across the backs of your legs? Karai squeezing a little too hard of late?”
Leo twitched an eye. Raph and Mikey, also watching the match, chortled at their brother’s discomfort. Leo used a katana to point at April. “Don’t you start now!”
Donnie struck quickly while Leo was distracted, jabbing his bo between Leonardo’s legs and knocked his feet out from under him. Leo landed hard on his plastron. “That wasn’t a fair round,” he gasped, getting up. “You’re supposed to be fighting, not trying to distract me!”
Donnie spoke April’s words again. “Isn’t distraction supposed to be one of a ninja’s most basic skills, though?”
Leo gave Donnie a death-glare. Donnie nodded to April, reminding him who was actually speaking. Leo gave them both sour looks.
Raph stood and shoved Leo off the mat. “I’ll show you how to beat ‘em…” he said, facing Donatello. He flipped his sai around confidently. Donnie spun his bo, ready to attack. Raph charged, eyes intent on Donnie, but as Donnie moved to defend, Raphael threw one of his sai at April. She shrieked and somersaulted backward out of its path as it embedded itself in the floor. In that moment, Donatello was on his own, and Raphael took his advantage, locking Donnie’s bo with his remaining sai, then punching him and taking him to the floor with a leg-sweep. Donnie coughed from the impact. Then as a final blow, and just to be mean, he kicked Donnie in the side of the head. Donatello grunted. Behind them, April yelped, grabbing her jaw.
“Raph! Stop!” Leo snapped.
Mikey dove to April’s side to help her, as she tried to blink back tears and failed, whimpering. “Raph, you asshole! You hurt April!”
Raph halted, about to give Donnie another kick. “I what? Aw, fuck…” He jogged over and knelt down beside her. “I’m sorry, April…” It was much easier for him to apologize to a girl, it seemed.
Donnie got back to his feet, rubbing his bruising jaw as everyone clustered around April. “No sympathy for the guy that actually got kicked in the face, though, huh?” he said using his own voice again. “I’m taking us out of synergy… you don’t need to feel this.” He felt her rage boiling up within her as he began stepping away. “Ohhh, April, don’t!”
A ringing slap echoed around the dojo space. Raphael hit the floor with a shocked gasp. He sat up, stunned, rubbing his face where she’d hit him. She jabbed a finger in his direction, eyes full of fire. “That’s for Donnie!”
Leo and Mikey stared down at him. “He deserved that.”
“Totally did.”
April hurried to Donnie’s side. “You okay?”
He smiled at her, then worked his jaw around to get it back in place. “Yeah, fine… Raph’s always played rough… We’re all kind of used to it.”
She guided him to the kitchen and obtained an ice pack from Ice Cream Kitty for him. He sat at the kitchen table, holding it to the side of his face. “He got past us…”
“Yeah, well… considering he kind of cheated…”
Donnie smiled at her wryly, then stopped, because it ached. “And what do you think we were doing? You probably should have been on your feet, so you could dodge if you needed to…”
She nodded. “If I’m too passive, I’m vulnerable.” Then she smirked. “He’s not gonna be able to pull that one on us again though!”
He gave her a weak smile. “Never gonna forget Raph’s look when you decked him. He had it coming.”
She returned it as she sat down in the chair next to his, taking his hand and stroking it. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He shook his head, reluctant to move his mouth any more than strictly necessary. “Anything I can do to you?” she added seductively. He began to smile widely, then winced as his jaw began to throb. He shook his head again. “Then I’m gonna go make some calls. I have something special in mind for us for tonight,” she winked. “As long as you’re not too bruised up to eat, that is…”
“Nah… it’ll be fine,” he mumbled around the icepack. “Thank you, Sweetie.” He watched her go, then rose and relocated to his lab, pondering what she was up to with anticipation.
The mutagen distillation was nearly finished filtering through several layers of thick pieces of screen. The yield was on track with what he expected, he was pleased to see. He began preparing the enzymes with his free hand, the other holding the ice to his cheek. A little more than a week, and April’s retro-mutagen would be finished. He sighed. He didn’t look forward to having to convince Mr. O’Neil that his daughter wished to remain in her mutated state; he figured on Splinter being a bit more amenable, since he had been so supportive of their relationship and close contact. The new evidence from Kafka that it was possible to overcome the mutagen-induced aggression could be a major point in their favor… Of course, that meant admitting that April had a problem with her sexual appetite. And that might lead to some awkward questions about their level of intimacy…
…I don’t care how good a ninja you are… they will never find all the pieces of you…
Oh god… he was going to die.
Maybe he’d just let April take the lead on this one.
She led him down the tunnels, carrying their picnic basket. “It’s been so long since we went on one of our platform picnics, I thought it would be a nice change of pace,” April explained. “Murokami-san put everything together and Dad brought it down. I hope you like it… How’s your jaw?”
Donnie opened his mouth, testing the pain-level. “Not terrible. Little irritating.”
She shook her head. “I still don’t believe Raph… The nerve of that turtle! What a complete bastard, to kick you in the face when you were down…” she ranted. “Ahh, here we are.” She hopped up onto the platform from the long-abandoned tracks. Diffuse light filtered through a number of grates in the ceiling as though they had been designed as skylights for the former station.
Donnie followed her leave, seating himself beside her. “Well? What do we have here?” he queried, curiously opening one side of the basket.
April slammed it shut again. “Tut! No peeking!” she reprimanded. “I have to set everything up first. Close your eyes.”
Donnie rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically in mock-annoyance, but complied. “You’re so full of surprises and secrets these days,” he observed.
“Are you complaining?” she asked, a wry smile evident in her voice.
He shook his head. “Just saying…”
“It’s just for fun… a little added intrigue spices things up. It makes things that much more… alluring.” She drizzled coyness on every word. “You can look now.”
He opened his eyes and immediately had to force down the surge of arousal that hit him. “Oh, my…” he gulped. Speaking of alluring…
She lay before him on her side, casual as anything, looking up at him expectantly as she propped herself in place with her elbow. Her firm, toned thigh lay before him, and on it, beautifully and carefully arranged, were several pieces of sushi, pizza gyoza, and a stack of pickled ginger. She herself had a small tray from which she plucked a tuna roll with chopsticks.
He looked up to her.   “Do I get any of those?” he asked playfully, eyeing the chopsticks, already knowing the answer.
“Nope,” she answered devilishly, transferring the tuna roll to her mouth with smug delicacy.
“I didn’t think so.” He grinned wryly and bent to her thigh, picked up a shrimp nigiri with his teeth, then licked off the remaining mirin from her leg. “Very tasty,” he said, dipping his head for another piece.
One by one, the sushi disappeared into his mouth, and each time, April was given shivers by his tongue cleaning the remaining stickiness from her leg. He looked up, captured her eyes with his, and they sank into their blissful synergy.   More? she asked when he had cleaned her thigh of the feast, though she already knew that he did. She laid out another course, carefully balancing the pieces of sushi and gyoza on her thigh for him.
He ate off of her contentedly, despite the minor throbbing still in his jaw, but he moved at a snail’s pace, knowing full well that she wished he’d step it up a bit. I’m going to have to think of something to surprise her with one of these days… he thought to himself, not caring that she heard it as well.
There’s no hurry, she thought back to him. As long as they let us stay together, we’ll have all the time in the world…
She had a point, but he was still dubious on the matter. What if her father and Splinter refused—made him hand the retro-mutagen over? There wasn’t a chance he could stand up to his master, nor did he have the faintest desire to do so.
What he did have a desire for, increasingly so, was more of her. He nibbled along her thigh, grazing it gently with his teeth. When he had made his way up her thigh, he tipped her over and nipped at the inner part of her leg. She squealed aloud. Donnie! That tickles!
I know, he thought back with a smirk on his face. But –I– enjoy it! He nibbled her again, eliciting another high-pitched scream from her as she batted ineffectually at him.
But not as much as something we both like, she suggested, drawing his attention away from tickling her.
No, he agreed, as his member escaped from under his shell, not as much as that.
He made love to her slowly and gently, savoring each motion, each thrust, as much as he had enjoyed the aching slowness he had taken eating from her. She closed her eyes, giving melodious little moans as he moved within her. Each one seemed to range across a number of tones, such that as he drove her to ecstasy, her cries became a song. He wished he could keep her going forever, but the insistent hardness of his own pleasured parts wasn’t going to hold out much more.
He had hoped that he could produce a beautiful sound as he came, to counterpoint hers, but all he managed was a strained, choked gasp. He reddened in the cheeks at being unable to complement her lovely melody, feeling shamefully inadequate, but her love surrounded him, letting him know that it was okay, that she appreciated what he was going for. His own love surged back to her for her acceptance. Oh, April… He couldn’t help but want her even more. He cursed his body’s refractory period, urging it to hurry the hell up. In the meantime, he lay beside her, planting soft kisses on her plastron as he reached across her to stroke her neck. She lay breathing heavily, staring up at the grates in the ceiling.
“Look…” she said aloud. “You can see some of the sunset!” She sounded awed, and he remembered just how long she had been underground now, and that seeing sunsets would be a rarity for her if she stayed. She turned over and pushed herself to her feet, still looking up through the grate at the orange shine across the clouds. He followed, grabbed her by her shell and lifted her upward, letting her step up onto his shoulders. With the higher perspective, she could see more through the grating. He looked above him as well, watching the orange turn pink, then red, then fade away into dusk within minutes. But while her eyes were on the sunset, his were on the thick bars of the grate… the bars of a jail cell. The sewers would be her prison. She didn’t see it that way now, he knew, but someday, she might.
Feeling his sorrow, she dropped down from his shoulders, landing light-footedly. I’m not trapped, she lectured. Once the retro-mutagen is finished, I have the option to go, but, Donnie… sunsets happen every day. There will always be more sunsets. But there’s only one of you… and I’m not giving you up! She clasped his hands in hers. This is our one chance to be together, to be happy! I’m not throwing that away.
Donnie shook his head. I worry that sooner or later, you’ll regret it…, and a quieter thought added, ((and then you’ll leave and we’ll never be together again…)) You’ll eventually start to miss things, like going shopping, or out to eat, seeing your friends from school. Going to weddings or funerals. Going outside in daylight and actually seeing the sunset… You’ll miss things eventually. You’ll want to be human again. ((And once you go, there’s no coming back…)), the little voice added dismally. I only ever want you to be happy… and what’s best for you, even if it hurts me. ((…and it will…)) Donnie was starting to get aggravated at the little background voice’s insistence on being heard, and tried to suppress it. I don’t want to steal chances that you might only be able to have once in your lifetime because you’re stuck down here.
((I don’t want to be alone again)), the thought insistently pushed through his barriers. ((I’m afraid to lose you…))
April wrapped her arms as far as she could around the side of his shell. I won’t ever leave you, she said, staring into his eyes, much less conflicted than him. You are half of me… I can’t leave half of myself! She restated what she had said a few days before: I don’t want to go. She paused to consider what he’d brought up. Yet. Maybe someday. But not yet.
Desire began welling up inside of her, and his need for her echoed it. They held each other deeply in their eyes for a moment before diving into a voracious series of kisses. April broke away from him after a moment, bending to collect their picnic basket, and with it hooked over her arm, she pulled him by the hands. C’mon… you haven’t seen the curtains yet. And maybe you can help me decide what else to improve…
Donnie had to admit, the derelict car definitely had a warmer, softer feel to it now. And it was lighter; she had wired a string of white Christmas lights to the one functioning fluorescent light. The ceiling resembled a starred sky. He had to admit, they looked good, as did the curtains: one set done in vertical red and dark teal stripes, matching the dark green of the armchair, the other in a wild, comic-book onomatopoeia pattern on a yellow background, both with homey curtain folds. He was surprised—not with April’s handiwork; he had known she had the knowledge to make what she was intending, and that she was handy enough with a drill to put them up nicely—but that Raphael hadn’t seemed to have done anything to them. He had either acceded to their presence or actually liked the addition.
“I made these too,” she said, pointing first to a wooden shelf, then to a magazine rack, both supported with a wooden strut and bolted to the side of the subway car. “Dad had this old busted chair he swore he was going to fix one of these days, but he gave it up when I asked if I could use it. I got Leo to slice it up for me.”
“ ’s nice,” he nodded. “What’s this for?” he asked, pointing to the rack.
“Comic books,” she said casually. “Raph’s got a stack of them under the mattress… they’re starting to make it lumpy, so I figured I’d give him somewhere to put them.”
Donnie chuckled, shaking his head at her innocence. “Oh, Honey…” he said, shaking his head, ”I can guarantee Raph doesn’t come out here to read comic books…”
“What?’ she cried, disbelieving. “Then what are all of th—“ she began, pulling a magazine from beneath the mattress and gawking as the centerfold flopped out, revealing a female leg clad in fishnet stocking. “Oh,” she stated, eyes wide, innocence broken. Curious, she opened the spread further. “Oh, there’s no way those are real,” she scoffed. “But I wonder if I could…”
She folded the porno mag neatly back together and tossed it in the rack, then struck a pose similar to that of the centerfold on the mattress. On her hands and knees, she stalked toward him. It was difficult to make a turtle look cat-like, but she was doing an admirable job of it. He couldn’t help but ogle her, especially with her putting on such a show for him. “Donnie,” she purred, “help—“
“No… help me,” he interrupted, seizing her.
Donatello felt weak in the legs as they returned, and April wasn’t much better off. After five more rounds of sex, and a quickie on the way back, they had exhausted themselves. Raph was leaning on one of the turnstiles as they walked in shakily.
“ ’bout time,” he complained immediately. You guys leave a mess?” They shook their heads. He turned to April. “The additions… they’re nice,” he told her. “I was thinking… maybe, open the curtains when you’re done, close ‘em when you’re… ya know… using the place.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Donnie agreed. Raph waved as he left the lair, and April also took her leave of Donnie to go shower.
Completely spent, he flopped down on a bench in front of the TV beside Leo, who gave him the barest of glances. “You are such an enabler…” Leo grumped at him.
“What…?” he started to reply.
“Donnie! Come on!” his brother snapped at him. “You guys go off for hours at a time and come back exhausted, and then you’re totally distracted during patrol. It’s not good for you, either of you!”
“Leo, how many ti—“
“SHE IS MANIPULATING YOU,” Leonardo fired back, emphasizing every word. “And you just go along with it! I know you think April will come through this like Kafka did… but that could take months! You don’t have that kind of time-frame to work with, and every time you guys do it, you’re just making things worse for her!”
Donnie looked taken aback. “Manipulating me?! No, Leo… you’re wrong… I—”
“Have you ever told her no? Even once?”
“Yes!” he countered in an insulted tone, though at the moment, he couldn’t really remember when… sometime last week? Leo glared at him skeptically. A wave of guilt hit Don under his brother’s stare, and Leo could clearly see it.
“You have to exercise some control over her, or she’s not ever going to improve. Even if it’s the last week before her cure is ready… She’s running you into the ground! And Master Splinter did not give you extra time off to fool around with April… You’re supposed to be helping her!”
“Leonardo is right,” Splinter’s voice sounded from behind them. Both of them looked upward to him. “Might I have a word with you, Donatello?” It was always amazing how gentle and unassuming Splinter could make an order sound.
Donnie nodded, then rose and followed his sensei back to Splinter’s private quarters. The rat mutant motioned for Donatello to sit, then set a pot of tea and two cups on the table between them. “The arrangement for you to calm April’s lust… how do you think it is going?”
Donnie went red in the cheeks, knowing he hadn’t put nearly enough effort into it. “I suppose I haven’t been trying very hard…” he admitted.
“Indeed? And why is this?”
He stared into his tea, rather than meeting his master’s eyes. “She hasn’t wanted to—We haven’t been in synergy as much as we could have been, I guess,” he began. “Until the beginning of last week… either one of us has been too tired to risk it, or the circumstances didn’t permit it… or she had some surprise planned for me… Or it was just bad timing all around.”
“And today, during your training?”
“Today, I broke it off because I didn’t want her to feel my pain.”
Splinter nodded. “This is understandable. One never wishes to see their loved one hurting. Yet many of these instances, even the shared pain, seem to be rather trivial… would you agree?”
“Yes, Sensei,” Donnie murmured to his tea.
The ninjutsu master rose, circling the table. “And Leonardo has brought it to my attention that the two of you are… enjoying each other much too frequently, to the point of exhaustion,” he worded tactfully.
“Yes, Sensei,” Donatello muttered again guiltily.
Splinter wandered around the back of him. “I had hoped that your will would be able to tame hers, but I see that this is not the case, perhaps from lack of trying. In the remaining week, you must try to control her. I have only seen her becoming more and more demanding and controlling of you. The sooner she is restored to normal, the better it will be for her.”
Donnie’s head snapped up, even as his stomach dropped. The time had come. “Sensei… she wants to stay,” he all but whispered. “She wants to stay with me.”
Splinter’s jaw fell open slightly, then closed again as his eyes did the same. He stood motionless for several moments, eventually emitting a heavy sigh and shaking his head. Meeting Donnie’s eyes, he pronounced, “What one desires and what one needs are rarely the same thing.”
Don gawped. “No… Sensei, no… She can get past this, the same way Kafka cured himself…”
“April and the beetle differ in many ways, my son. What worked for him may not for her. Would you gamble on her losing more of herself in the process?”
He shook his head, both in disagreement and incredulity. “She said you would try to send her back against her will, that between you and her father, she had no say in what happens to her… that what she feels has no bearing on her own fate. You’d really take her choice away from her?”
Splinter cast a piercing glare at him. “Under the circumstances, her choice is invalid. We do not know that she makes it with a clear head, or merely to mislead.”
“Sensei, please!” Donnie begged. “She hasn’t even had a fair chance to recover, and that’s partially my fault! Please, give her a chance!”
The master considered this, stroking his beard. “We will find out nothing without trying. If you can bring her to alter her behavior within the week, even slightly, I will allow her to remain with us in her current form, and we will put the question to Kirby O’Neil.”
“Oh, thank you, Sensei! Arigatou gozaimasu!”
“However,” Splinter went on strictly, “she is your charge. It lies with you to bring her under control.”
“Hai, Sensei!” Donnie thrust his chest out, fully and gratefully accepting the duty.”
The rat nodded. “I wish you both ganbare. You are dismissed.”
Donnie rose and bowed deeply to his master. “Thank you, Sensei.” He left the room with a desperate sense of purpose.
April joined him in his lab when she finished her shower. “There. I was kind of hoping you’d come help me get clean again, but…” She caught his stern look, and her bubbliness subsided. “What ’s up?”
Donnie gazed sadly at her. “We need to talk.” He relayed his conversations with Leonardo and Splinter through their link. It needs to stop, he said softly. We need to get you under control, or they’re going to make me hand over the retro-mutagen.
April looked stunned, and fearful. No! You promised you wouldn’t!
I know, he replied, and I intend to keep my promise. And that means we have to work on getting this nymphomania out of your system.
I can’t, Donnie! I can’t get it to stop! she cried. Even now, her desire reached out for him.
Yes, you can… you can fight it… I know you can, Sweet…
What if I can’t?! she panicked. What if it’s not enough improvement, and they come for me anyway?!
He pulled her to him. Calm down, he soothed against her racing mind, though it seemed to do very little to dissuade her.
We could run away! You and me… maybe somewhere down the coast, or—
April, listen to me…
…and then we could have all the sex we wanted! Nobody would be around to stop us!
APRIL! Stop!
Help me! Oh, Donnie, I want you so much right now… help me!
She had been asking that of him for weeks. Now it dawned on him what help she was asking for. He felt like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner… she truly couldn’t stop herself, even if she’d wanted to.
Pleasure shot through them both as she reached inside his shell, stroking the delicate skin there. He reached back and grabbed her hand. No, he told her, gripping her one hand and catching the other as she went to pull the same trick with that one.
Just once, Donnie? she begged. Just one more time?
No! he said firmly. We just did it seven times! SEVEN!
One more, before they make us stop… please? Please, Donnie?
April… I’m raw! Are you even listening to anything I’ve said?
Donnie! I need you!
He looked down at her stolidly. No. What you NEED is to try to hold yourself back. She fought against his hands, but he held them tight. Come on… you can beat this. Calm down and meditate with me… He guided her down to the floor, sitting next to her. The distraction and calming exercises did seem to distance her from her raging lust. It was still there; he could feel it, waiting at the edge of her consciousness to strike again when it could catch her unaware, but its potency was ebbing for the time being.
An hour of meditation seemed to have beaten the power out of her libido, and he allowed her to get up. There. You’re doing better already, he sent to her proudly. See? We can do this.
You’re right, she replied, sounding a bit distant herself. Her worries of being reverted were still at the forefront of her mind. Then it took a different tack. I have homework to do… I should probably disconnect from you.
Don frowned at her. He bumped her forehead with his. We’re supposed to stay connected as much as possible, you know.
She gave him a wry grin. Solve (4+x)/12=2 for x, she fired at him.
Twenty, he replied almost instantly. The corner of her mouth turned further upward. Donnie let out a frustrated sigh. Obviously, if she was connected to his rapid-fire brain, she wasn’t learning the material for herself. It may as well have been cheating. All right, you’ve made your point… But afterward, we’re going right back into synergy.
Right, she agreed.
You’ll be okay on your own? You can keep it at bay yourself?
Yes, I’ll be fine. I’ve got it under control now.
He wasn’t sure he believed that entirely, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt nonetheless.
I’m okay. I’ve got it, she reassured as they dropped out of synergy. I’ll come right back when I’m done.
He watched her grab her bookbag and spread out along the steps with her math homework. Donnie breathed an exhausted sigh, both emotionally and physically taxed to the limit by the day’s events and emotional roller-coaster. His bruised jaw began to throb again. He sought a little relief in the privacy of his lab. The predictability and stability of science was always a balm to him when the chaos of the rest of the world became too much for him.
He hauled a container of mutagen from the mini-fridge —standard mutagen, what a relief to get back to normalcy… if dealing with mutagen at all was normal—and began transferring it to test tubes, and then to the centrifuge. With April’s retro-mutagen in its final stages, he had begun on one for Frito, getting started on the long and tedious process once again. Donnie had to admit, it was a change of pace to give priority to someone else, and on a project he already knew worked.
With everything in process, he set his head down on his outstretched arms on the desk. The lulling whum of the machines, paired with his exhaustion, made it impossible to keep his eyes open, and he started dozing off.
It was only for a moment. He shook himself awake. There was no point letting himself fall asleep here… He decided he would go keep April company instead. Not to help, not to be in synergy with her, just to be near her. And maybe he could finagle a shoulder massage out of her… Well, no... that would probably just fire her up again. But the company would be nice, at least.
He emerged from the lab, looking to the entryway for her. Her books and things were still there, spread out across the step she’d been laying on, but she herself wasn’t there. “April?” he called, and received no response. He checked the kitchen to see if she’d just gotten up for a snack, but she wasn’t there either. April?” he tried again, checking the back of the lair to see if she’d gone to use the bathroom, but again, no April.
“Hey, Mikey… have you seen April anywhere?” he asked his brother, who he spotted laying on a bench reading comic books.
Mikey looked up. “Oh yeah… she got up and left, like, a while ago.”
Donnie blinked. “What? Did she say why, or where she was going?”
Mikey shook his head. “Not a word. Just… left.” Don gave him a thin-lipped look of concern and dashed for the turnstiles.
Something gnawed at the pit of Donnie’s stomach as he jogged out of the lair. He tried to rationalize his doubts away… she’d forgotten something at the platform where they’d had their picnic, or at the subway car… that was all. Surely that was all. He called for her several times, never receiving an answer except from his own voice echoing through the tunnels.
He shouted for her again just before he reached the subway car, then silenced himself as he approached it. The red and teal curtain was drawn over the window. Ah, right… Raph had gone out as the two of them had come back. He heard a pleasured moan from his brother and sniggered a bit to himself. He wondered offhand which centerfold Raph was enjoying as he started to sneak silently past, when a second voice reached him: “Ohh, Raph!”
Donatello felt as though he’d been plunged into ice water. No… The thought spurred him to a run and he flung the doors open as he reached the car.
He could only stare.
Raph’s eyes went wide in surprise at his brother’s equally shocked frown. “Donnie!” April also looked up from her position, straddled across him and clearly in ecstasy.
Donnie’s expression went from shocked, to hurt, to hardened. Wordlessly, he turned and bolted.
“Donnie, wait—get off me, April!” Raph hollered after him, struggling to get up. Donnie was nearly out of earshot when he heard Raph’s angered yell of, “I said get off!” followed by a yelp from April and a thump as her shell hit the floor. “Donnie!” Raph yelled, pursuing him.
Donatello ran blindly. He didn’t know where he was going, nor did he care. He just felt the need to put as much distance between himself and that scene as possible. He’d run to Florida if it made the picture of Raph and April leave his mind. He was deaf to Raph’s yelling, somewhere behind him. Raph was strong, but Donnie was lighter and his longer legs propelled him forward faster. Raph’s shouts would do nothing to stop him.
Running out of ground, that would stop him. He hadn’t noticed that he was coming up on the septic system in his enraged run until the tunnel opened up before him. He skidded with a yelp as his momentum carried him out over the edge. He twisted in the air, reaching back for the ledge with both hands and missing it by millimeters. As he started to fall, a green hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, changing his course from outward to being swung into the wall… which, decidedly, was the better option, even if he hit it hard enough to knock the air out of him.
“I gotcha, little brother,” Raph said, straining from the effort of holding onto Donnie with one arm, the other gripping the sai he had used to anchor himself to the concrete.
Don planted his feet against the wall and climbed up onto the ledge with Raph’s help, sitting down hard on the concrete floor as he cleared the edge. “Thanks,” he puffed, heaving for breath.
“Bros before hoes,” Raph said, taking a seat next him. “Always.” After a moment, he added, “What the hell, man?”
All of Donnie’s rage came flooding back. “Me, what the hell?! ME?! I catch you banging April, and you’re calling me irrational for it?!”
“No,” Raphael smirked. “I’m calling you irrational for running off a cliff.”
Donnie ignored the attempt at humor. “What the actual fuck, Raph?! You think you can just go after other people’s girlfriends?!”
Raph held his hands up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa… She came to me, man! She said you broke up.”
Donnie stared at him incredulously. “What?!”
“I was there on my own… you know, enjoying Miss October… I was already thirty strokes on when April bursts in, sobbing, saying you two broke up. And then she was just all over me… I figured she just wanted some sympathy sex and she’d go back to you when you got back together…”
Don let out a frustrated growl. “She tricked you too, then. We didn’t break up… though that may be the case soon enough after this.” He stood, pacing around the tunnel. “Leo didn’t tell you,” he decided.
“Tell me what?” Raph asked quizzically.
“There’s something wrong with her… her mutation seems to be hyper-powering her sex-drive. I was in denial about it, but I can’t keep denying there’s a problem. I mean, look at this… I try to rein her in a bit, tell her no, and she runs off to the first available sexual partner she can find…”
Raph gave him a wide-eyed look. “That explains a lot, actually.”
“Even so, Raph, what in Darwin’s name possessed you to give in to her?!”
His brother let out a bark of laughter. “Are you for real? Do you have any idea how hard it is to see you two together, and know that that’s something I’ll never have?” Raph rose, staring out over the water treatment plant. “She’s possibly the only female mutant turtle in the world, and you’ve got her… it’s hands off for the rest of us. And then I have to watch you guys being happy, pairing off… you and April, Leo and Karai… me and my hand and Miss October. So when a stunningly beautiful, suddenly available turtle girl throws herself at me, begging for me to fuck her… hell yes, I’m gonna hit that like a low hand of Blackjack!” He shifted his eyes to Donnie. “She had me fooled, man. She said she wanted me to help her forget what happened. Otherwise, I never would have…”
Donnie sighed. “I figured Leo might have mentioned it to you that she was getting more aggressive… He said he didn’t want me to be the last to know, but I thought at the least that he told you… I should have been more up-front about it with everyone… but then, I never had any indication that she would do this the minute I wasn’t satisfying her…”
Raph patted him on the back. “No way you could have known. She’s always had a sharp mind… just, she’s always been using it for us rather than against us. What could you have done, keep her tied up?”
“Heh, yeah,” Don snorted. “I suppose we should head back. Someone is going to get a very stern talking-to.”
They doubled back the way Donnie had run, returning to the subway car. “April?” Donatello called, receiving no answer. After Raph had sent her sprawling, she had apparently not stuck around waiting for either Raph or Donnie to come back. Suspicion crept into Donnie’s stomach.
“Think she went back to the lair?” Raph asked.
“Sure hope so…” Donnie replied, not wanting to think about what kind of trouble a rogue mutant could get up to on the surface. The two of them set off at a run.
The lair was fairly quiet when they arrived, the only noise coming from Leo watching a rerun of his Space Heroes show. Leo started at their frenzied search of the place. “Guys? What’s up?”
“Leo… Have you seen April?” Donnie checked.
“No… not for a couple of hours. Weren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on her?”
“Yes, but she… got away from me.” Leo folded his arms and glared at Donnie in disapproval.
Raphael glanced around in realization. “Where’s Mikey?”
At that moment, the turtle in question came pelting and screaming past the lair’s entrance. “Help!! Aaaaahhh!!”
And then came April, fast on his tail. “Come back here, Mikey! I just need you to fuck me!”
“Oh,” said Donnie in a rather desensitized way. “There they are.”
Leo blinked, aghast. Raph guffawed. “I think she may be barking up the wrong tree with that one…”
Mikey came running back the other direction in front of the lair. “Guys, help! April’s gone totally berserk!”
“You’ll like it, Mikey! I promise!” April called, still pursuing him.
“Guess we better help him out,” Leo motioned, moving to the turnstiles. The others followed, and as Mikey led April back toward them, the three of them pounced on her.
“Guys, please… I’m fine! You don’t need to do this!” the female turtle pleaded as the others proceeded to hogtie her using Mikey’s kusarigama chain. “I just need someone’s cock inside me… you can even take turns! I need your help!”
“April, you may not believe it, but this is help,” Leonardo told her. “Listen to what’s coming out of your mouth!”
Donnie only watched as Mikey and Leo hefted her onto the tire swing. “Is this really the best we can do with her?”
“We can’t have her running loose, can we?” Raph snapped back at him. “Not when she’s trying to rape Mikey…”
“Please, Donnie…” she begged. “Please, don’t let them do this to me… I love you!”
It was the most manipulative use of the words Donnie had ever heard, and it forced his lip to curl in disgust. The words he had always longed to hear from her rang empty. They held no emotion, only a bid for her freedom, another attempt to use him, and they bit into him like the blades of knives. He felt he had no option other than to retaliate. “If you loved me,” he began softly, voice rising to a yell, “you wouldn’t have gone and SLEPT WITH RAPH!”
Mikey and Leo stepped back from April as if burned. Raph looked slightly shamefaced and wouldn’t meet his brothers’ glances.
“Donnie, please… just fuck me, and everything can go back to being the way it was—“
Donnie bristled, temper erupting. He untied his mask, shoved it between her teeth and tied it tight behind her head. “That’s enough out of you, you silver-tongued little minx!” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked up sorrowfully into his. She tried to connect with him; he blocked her harshly, a scowl etched across his face. “And nothing can ever, ever go back to the way it was! Not now.” He stormed away, fighting the urge to smack her.
He retreated to the relative privacy of his lab, where he collapsed onto the desk, sobbing silently into his hands. Suddenly, the remaining week couldn’t pass fast enough.
The paper door of Splinter’s study slid open, and the rat mutant stepped out. “What is going on out here?!” he demanded, responding to the noise, but spotting the bound and gagged female turtle almost immediately. He whirled angrily on his students. “Is this level of restraint truly necessary?”
“Sensei, she’s gone completely off her rocker!” Raphael explained as Splinter began untying the gag from April’s mouth.
“Sensei, no, don’t—!” Leo started, grimacing.
April looked desperately up at the ninja master as Donnie’s mask was pulled from her mouth. “Sensei, please help! None of them will have sex with me! Maybe you should show them how it’s done!” She looked up at Splinter, giving him bedroom eyes. “Your student is ready for you, Master—mmph!” Splinter, shocked at the sudden proposition, shoved the gag back in her mouth.
“Yes, apparently it is necessary,” he decided, stoic, but wide-eyed. “It appears Donatello has been unsuccessful.”
“He tried,” Raph defended, uncharacteristically quiet, “but she got the better of us. It wasn’t Donnie’s fault.”
Splinter gave him the barest of nods. “I was afraid she might prove to be too much of a challenge in her altered state, and Donatello’s fondness for her often clouds his vision.”
“Are we really going to keep her tied up until Donnie can fix her?” asked Mikey.
Leo nodded. “We can’t risk her getting away, unpredictable as she is. I suggest we take four-hour watches, looking after her—“
“No, Leo…” Donnie said, reemerging from his sanctum, red-eyed.
Leo paused, raising an eyebrow. “No?”
Donnie shook his head somberly. “Psychotic or not, she’s still my responsibility.” He looked down at her with a melancholic passivity, in stark contrast of his outbursts at her minutes before. “I’ll take care of her.”
“You’re sure?” Leonardo checked. “After all, you keep saying that…”
Donatello nodded slowly. “After all this, she can’t fool me anymore.”
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