TMNT: Rescue Me!

An OC x Raph Fan Fic

Part 1

(Raph POV)

A sigh broke the silence the night brought down to the city of New York, that sigh echoed down into the alleyway, piercing the darkness, it wasn't surprising the one that was sighing sat there on a roof not caring if anyone could see him.

"Boorrrredd…." Raph sighed yet again, looking towards the sky, looking for a star, hell, how things were going; he was desperate enough to wish upon one, he would do anything to kick this boredom in the ass and bring the action he longing for.

Of all the nights to patrol, nice as it was, warm, with a welcoming breeze to cut through the heat of the day that passed, he would have figured some idiotic human, even a pathetic Kraang, would have dared to use this night as their night to cause trouble and mayhem.

Was he wrong…

Frustrated, he jumped to his feet, "COME ON! ANYONE JUST PISS ME OFF, PLEASE" Raph roared, he couldn't stand this stillness, this peacefulness, after arguing with his so called fearless leader, he wanted to sink his teeth into something.

Trailing his hand over his sai, he felt the curves, how the metal slipped against his skin, feeling the leather of the handles, which had a permanent imprint of his hand in it from using them so much.

They were as restless as he was, they wanted to leave their comfort of his belt to be handled, to be used against a foe, against some victim, either claiming a life or destroying some hunk of metal.

Biting his lip, he glared into the distance, nothing answered to his pleas for a fight, with another sigh, he flopped to the ground, this was driving him insane, driving him up the wall.

Why can't he find something to do?

Worse of all, everyone was too busy to bother with him.

Mikey had a new video game for his DS3, Leo had some stupid Space Heroes marathon going on, Donnie… Raph remembered the egg head saying something about an experiment, but his voice turned to an annoying mumbling, for Raph really didn't give a damn, for Casey, Raph didn't have a clue, either way he too was to busy to go out on patrol.

Then there was Esme, Raph sighed louder with a moan, laying on his shell, she was busy with April, some girl's night or something on that line, which he still didn't know what that meant 'girl's night', those two never really acted girly that he has ever noticed.

Closing his eyes, he could take this as an opportunity to relax and smell the roses, as he been told many times to do so, but he was agitated, this quietness wasn't helping it.

Then a spark of excitement brewed within, there was something or someone watching him, not to get to overeager, he pretended not to notice the individual's presence, keeping his eyes closed watching with his mind's eyes.

The individual was that bad, trying hiding their presence from him, moving within the shadows, he figured, taking note where they were, how they walk, how they stalk him down like he was their prey.

Oh, they were so wrong, he was going to be the victor and they are his prey, he could taste it now, if they can move like that, they should give him a good fight!

(Almost there… Come on now...)

Closer he chanted within his head, waiting patiently, though it wasn't easy, he waited more, this was going to be fun.

In a split second, as the individual was only inches away, Raph sprung to his feet, crying out a battle cry taking his sai's out of their holding place, positioning himself for a fight.

(…)

With a sigh, all his adrenaline hit rock bottom, as his stance slump, looking disappointingly at the short female turtle with turquoise color eyes that stared at him with a look like he finally lost it.

Crossing her arms, her short black hair wisp in the wind accompanied by her pink bandana that flowed around her, she raised an eyebrow at him for the expression that was clear as day on his face.

"Oh… it's you…" Raph turned around dropping to the ground pouting to himself.

"Well, nice to see you too… Quiet night?" she asked, sighing on the so called enthusiastic hello he gave her.

Raph only mumbled his frustration, not saying a word more.

Then suddenly he felt a light kick on the shell, looking up, Esme looked down at him with a smile.

(What is she up too?)

Curiously he looked at her, then it hit him, why was she there, "What happened to your girl's night?"

Esme shrugged, "April started to talk to Donnie and well that was that."

"So she ditched you for him?" Raph got to his feet stretching.

"Yeah you can say that… So what are you up to?" she leaned towards him, reading his face that was obvious to read, he was board for it was written in bright bold letter across it.

"Nothing… Damn it, this sucks," Raph crossed his arms, then turned pure white suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he caught the stress lines that Esme was getting on her face, realizing how he was acting, this must really look bad on his part.

Coughing to clear his throat for he knew it would have came out squeaky with a hint of fear, he forced a smile on his face not showing Esme that her glaring was scaring the shit out of him, "I mean nothing at the moment, what do you want to do?"

Nervously, he looked at her trying to read her, was she pissed at him?

(Nice move, piss the turtle off, man she is scary when she is pissed off…)

With a sigh, she loosened up, grinning at him, "Well, how about this… a race?"

"Race?" Raph played with the word, wondering if there was something between the lines that he should be worried about.

"Yes a race! Between you and me, starting line starts here, the first one to reach the manhole that leads to the lair, wins," Esme explained getting excited.

Thinking on it, Raph could see this in his favor considering he was faster than Esme by far.

"Ok, what does the winner get and the loser has to do?" Raph looked intrigued, even interested in this race.

"Well," Esme smiled devilishly, getting closer to Raph, "The winner," Esme was inches away from Raph as his face went red.

Trailing her fingers over his arm muscles that he was very proud of, he shivered in delight.

"Will get," closer she got to him, he could smell her aroma, inhaling deeply he took it in, it was sweet, alluring.

"The loser…" Esme licked her lips, breathing sweetly onto his neck, as Raph gulped wanting so badly to grab her and wrap her into his arms.

"For a…" licking his neck, Raph eyes widen as he gasped with a moan.

"Slave…," Esme moved her face, to face his, but not before brushing her cheek against his on the way.

"For a day," she whispered sweetly, making him feel warm inside.

The reward for winning the race ran through his head.

(The winner will get the loser for a slave for a day? I don't mind that idea.)

"Deal," Raph moaned under his breath as his heart throbbed wanting, begging for her lips to touch his, as Esme leaned towards him to kiss him; Raph closed his eyes, waiting for it, to seal the deal.

Then suddenly he felt cold, as he slowly open his eyes, just to be shocked at the fact he was alone.

(She… She… DAMN IT! I really fell for that!)

As reality hit him, she played him to get a head start and he fell for it!

Cursing under his breath, he couldn't believe he let his hormones get the best of him, and he did make a deal on this race, if she wins…

The thought linger at the edge of his mind and he felt unexpectedly afraid, what would she make him do if he was her slave for the day.

Gulping he shook his head violently, he can do this, he can still win, he just has to catch up, with a grin he narrowed his eyes, this as he had to admit was what he was looking for all night, to kill his boredom.

(Esme POV)

Esme darted in and out of the shadows with a grin; she couldn't believe she actually got away with that one.

(Deserves him right saying 'oh, it's you'. Damn idiot a girl comes to see him and all he can say 'oh, it's you' and look like he lost his puppy! Well, I hope he learned his lesson and he is going to lose this race!)

Smiling more, Esme was enjoying this, especially the part she got him all riled up, she knew she had that effect on him, but now she knew how much.

Giggling to herself, this wasn't turning out to be such a bad of a night after all.

After April ditching her, she was pissed off, she was looking forward to her girl's night, watching some movies, eating popcorn and not worrying about any guys goofing around and disturbing the movie.

Sighing, she knew she should have never ask April to meet her at the lair, shrugging it off, she didn't care anymore, for thing as they were heading too, was becoming more interesting than watching some movie anyways.

Looking over her shoulders, she didn't see him, she wondered how long he stood there before getting a clue she wasn't there any more.

Smiling again, she started to think of things she could do to him, what would she make him do on the first second he becomes her slave for a day?

As her thoughts deepened her face redden as she realize the only things that came to mind at that moment was dirty thoughts, then she was taken by surprise as something smacked hard into her, throwing her off guard.

Whatever hit her took her down, yet the individual took the full impact instead, like whoever it was, was protecting her from getting hurt, she landed onto her shell in the end, with something red covering her eyes.

Her heart raced quickly as she realized it was Raph!

(When did he, how did he… damn…)

The proud red clad turtle grinned down at her, for catching up to her and catching her off guard, he beamed in victory.

"Ok, you caught up, now get off of me…" Esme suddenly moaned with a shiver as she felt Raph's tongue against her neck, while she could feel the grin growing on his face against the skin of her neck.

"You were saying," Raph whispered seductively into her ear.

As he let a chirp out, that hit Esme hard, her face felt hot and red, gulping she quiver shifting under his weight.

"So you want to play dirty?" Raph licked again, moving his hand down her arms, feeling her skin.

Gasping for air, Esme moaned again, then her eyes widen and her body stiffened.

She shrieked out loud, as she could feel Raph's damn fingers tickling her side.

Fighting she fought to get loose, to get away from him, he only laughed at her, his grin widened with a twinkle in his eye.

Tears form under her eyes as she squealed like a pig, gasping for air, kicking and begging for mercy.

"I give… I give!" she screamed laughing out loudly.

"I give!" Esme couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you give up the race? And admit I win?" Raph came close to her beak.

Glaring at him she took a breath, pushing the feeling of her sides being tickled, pushing the urge to fidget and laugh, letting some of her anger to help her to put everything else at bay.

With a quick thrust she managed to kick Raph off of her, she give, but there was no way she would admit him winning the race.

Determine, before he could recover, Esme pinned him to the ground holding his hands over his head, sitting on his plastron, grinning away at him.

(Didn't see that one coming, did you Raph?)

Face white, Raph looked at her in complete disbelief.

Leaning towards him she licked his neck, if he was going to play dirty she was too, regardless she was the one that started it in the first place.

She could feel him trying to break free from her grip, but she wouldn't let him, and for him to truly break free he would have to hurt her and Raph wouldn't dare to do that.

She had him, he was in her mercy, grinning, she bit him on the neck, as he gasped for air with moans and chirps mixed in his throat came out of him.

She couldn't help but purr in pleasure for making him act this way and his aroma she could smell, was strong, and alluring.

She felt her heart race as her own hormones begged for more.

(I should rile him up so much that he will be drunk with lust, then hang him to dry, then beat him to the manhole…)

Devilishly she lick him again, she was enjoying this little game, she had him where she wanted, she was the one in control this time around, and he couldn't do anything to stop her.

To give him another love bite, her eyes widen when a wild chirp came rushing out of her, her heart throbbed out of control as she felt her body feel warm and tingly, glancing over she could see Raph's tail twisted around hers.

(…mmmmm…)

Stunned, she never considered where she was sitting, that her tail was even remotely close to his, realizing the true reality to this situation, Esme looked up at him, to meet with his bright green eyes and red cheek face, that worn a satisfied grin of victory.

Who was playing who here?

Gulping, she fully understood she wasn't the real one in control, he was and he planned this to every detail!

(I fell for it? Do I admit defeat?)

Raising her head to look down at him, he tilted his up, placing his lips onto hers as she couldn't help but to feel weak against them, giving in, she let go of his hands, as he wrapped them around her tightly, rolling her over so he was on top once again.

"So who is the winner?" Raph bit her neck as she moan in pleasure.

Before she could, reluctantly admit he was, a loud gag came to her right followed by a gruff voice, "Disgusting!"

Eyes widen, Raph jumped off of Esme, letting her get to her feet.

The voice came from the shadows, Esme's teeth grind together, when she saw him emerging from the darkness.

Slash!

Raph growled heavily, arming himself, placing himself in front of Esme to protect her, shaking her head, she thought the red clad turtle would have known by now she can protect herself.

Seeing his eyes, she didn't argue with him, seeing how determine they were, showing that he did acknowledge that he knew she could fight, but he didn't want her too, this was his fight.

"What do you want, Slash!" Raph spat, twisting his sais slowly, walking away from Esme to direct the fight away from her.

Slash eyed Raph with a grin, then flashed a disgusted look towards Esme, eyeing her like she was some piece of trash on the street.

Gripping her fist, she tried her hardest to keep her anger at bay, so much she wanted to wipe that look off his face.

"Isn't it obvious, Raph, I am here to save you!" Slash didn't take his eyes off Esme, something about them put fear in her, something about them was off.

She has gone up against the behemoth of a turtle countless times and held her own many times and lost others, though she would never admit it.

Yet this, the way he stood, the way he looked at her, was different, biting her lip, she wasn't sure why he gave her this feeling, what was about him that made her want to hide in her shell?

Taking out her kamas, she held onto them tightly watching Slash, fighting this odd feeling that was in the pit of her stomach that even with her weapons, she was no match for him.

Raph tensed up, grinding his teeth on Slash's words, "What the hell are you on? To save me? From what?"

Slash shook his head with a sigh of disappointment, "Poor delusional Raphael…" suddenly Slash stance shifted in a way, that words couldn't describe.

Whatever, just happened, shaken Esme deeply, it took every strength of courage that Esme could muster to keep her from collapsing in fear.

Slash face harden, it was like a black aura covered it, something about it was wrong, "I WILL SAVE YOU RAPH!" Slash screamed fiercely that even took Raph by surprise as the red clad turtle had his fear showing as well, he too noticed something was odd about Slash.

In a split second, Slash was one minute in front of them, then the next, behind Raph, hitting him hard behind the neck just above the shell.

Time felt like it was going slowly, Esme eyes widen in horror witnessing Raph's body suddenly stiffen on the blow, then gone limp as his body lost support to hold itself up any more.

Instantly Raph fell to the ground hard, lifeless, was he still breathing, she couldn't tell as she tried to recover by the shock what just happen, how did he, when did he?!

(ESME GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!) the small voice in the back of her head screamed at her to take action before… before Slash decides to kill her!

Tilting his head sideways Slash grinned at her maliciously, his grin without words was just not natural, pure evil, piercing unbelievable fear in one's heart.

Eyes widen with pure glee, Slashed licked his lips, like he was imaging how her blood would taste when he takes his heavy beak and crunches it onto her helpless neck.

Shaking, Esme didn't know what to do; her fear was overwhelming her, she has never been this scared in her life, not like this, not this feeling, not like this moment.

(I have to move! Why can't I move!)

Fear wrapped around her, like a chain preventing her to even move, she struggled against this invisible chain, she fought through her fear.

Not sure how, somehow she managed to back up a couple steps, she still didn't know what to do, her body felt heavy, her throat was too dry to even scream, her head was clouded making it hard for her to even think straight.

Slash sniffed the air, amused by her fear, as he slowly walked towards her, taunting her, "Little turtle, little turtle what will you do? Will you fight or flee. Will you dare to face me? Do you think you can, little delicious turtle? I wonder how you taste!"

(Oh hell, he lost it, he has actually gone psychotic! What do, I do? I have to get to Raph…)

Suddenly Slash rushed at her, in defense Esme quickly swiped her kamas, making direct contact into Slash's arm, yet he seemed unfazed, grinning wildly with hollow blood lust eyes.

"Ahh, the little turtle wants to play!" grabbing her hand before she could dodge him, Slash squeezed tightly barking a laugh, lifting her up into the air, as her body dangled like some doll.

Desperately, she tried to turn the tides, if not, he was going to kill her!

Kicking high, she made contact to his chin, as he let her go, groaning in pain he held it.

With a thud, she hit the ground hard, as she attempted to scramble to her feet.

But to her dismay, he stopped her fruitless attempt; Slashed slammed his big hand down onto her shell, preventing her from moving.

Breathing heavily, she gasp for air, feeling the pressure inside her body, from Slash putting all his weight onto her shell.

Leaning down, Slash's face was inches away from hers, the stench of his scent filled her nostrils, making her stomach turn, with a whisper, he grinned more, "I will let you live, little turtle for now! For I want you to try to rescue him, and when you do… Then, only then, will I rip that tiny shell of yours off your back making it my trophy. Then I will take a blade and skin you alive, taking that sickening green skin of yours an throwing it in the trash where it belongs, all the while you're still breathing, watching Raph, begging him for help. Whom will be watching you die before him. Then, only then, I know I have saved him."

A sharp pain came to the back of her neck as her world went black.

(Raph…)