"Tell me more about yourself, David." Leonardo asked the boy in a smooth voice after a servant had cleared their plates from the low tables they were kneeling in front of.

He knew the boy would have already had some sort of dinner in the mess hall along with the other recruits and it was kind of late but he hadn't had anything to eat since noon and it was close to midnight. Thought he might as well have the boy join him and eat something other than the slop he was probably served along with the other novices but once there wasn't food to keep them occupied the conversation had stagnated. Most of the night had been Leonardo describing the delicacies they were being served and the boy ooh-ing and aah-ing at the complicated names he'd never heard before from countries he didn't know even existed.

The teen cleared his voice nervously, fidgeting. "W-well, uhm. I don't know where to start!" He gave a weak little laugh and looked around the room. Leonardo could see the skin on his forehead glistening slightly with sweat.

"Well, do you have any family here?" Leonardo decided to help this charade along. He wasn't really interested in the answer but he was hoping that a bit of light conversation would ease what he was planning next, plus he was enjoying the company. His innocence and awe was refreshing but it was also making him a bit impatient to move things along. Alcohol would help too, so he rose from his cushion on the floor and walked over to a cabinet, knowing there was probably some of the expensive sake he preferred already stocked inside and some select alcoholic beverages. He pulled out a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses.

"Oh, well, uhm, it-it's only me and my mother now." David continued talking as Leonardo moved around the extended futon David kept looking back towards. "I go home some weekends when I'm free of my duties. I ah- I'm not old enough to drink." Leonardo paused abruptly and spun his head around at the strangeness of the confession. "...yet... and I don't really like the taste." He finished softly.

They stared at each other for a moment, Leonardo's hand hovering with the bottle just about to pour out a serving. He slowly lowered it to the surface of the table and set it down. "You do know you are in the Foot clan, right?"

The boy nodded looking up at him a bit confused and Leonardo shook his head and chuckled. "You've joined a secret crime syndicate of ninjas and yet you're worried about not being the right age to drink alcohol?"

David opened his mouth to explain but closed it again with a frown on his face before his expression cleared and he laughed rubbing the back of his head with a hand. "I guess I haven't really thought about it that way. I haven't been a ninja for very long, I'm not used to it yet."

Leonardo smiled the first honest smile of the evening and he got up to put the bottle away, rummaging in the built in wine fridge a little until he found a tall, slender bottle of wine in the back. "Okay, I think you'll like this then, it's mild and sweet." He replaced the cups for wine glasses and walked back over to the teen, pulling his cushion over to his side with his toes and sitting down cross-legged instead of the formal seiza kneel they'd been holding during dinner. David took the cue and shifted to imitate his posture, their knees touching as Leonardo uncorked the bottle.

"What is it?" He asked curiously as he watched Leonardo pour some chilled white wine into each of the glasses.

"Eiswein or ice wine, from Germany. What they do is they cultivate grapes for wine and time the crops just right for the early winter morning frost once they are ripe and then press them. Only the water freezes while the sugars and flavour is preserved and concentrated."

He slid a glass in David's direction and the boy picked it up to drink some. "Wait, no, do it like this." Leonardo took his own glass to demonstrate, swishing the liquid gently and bringing the glass to his nose. "You need to move it around to bring out the scent, half of it is the amazing smell of this wine."

David copied him and hummed approvingly even though he seemed a little lost and out of his depth. "Can I try it now?" He asked sheepishly, not sure if he was doing it right. Leonardo nodded and he took a sip with a slight grimace on his face that smoothed out once the liquid actually touched his lips and his eyebrows shot up into the messy dark bangs that touched his forehead.

"It's good isn't it?" Leonardo spoke for him as he swirled his own wine glass to take in the scent, he could practically taste the sweetness and acidity on his tongue without having to drink a single drop.

David finished his second glass and looked over to Leonardo who was still scenting his untouched wine and watching him. He seemed buzzed and happy so the turtle decided that would be enough and put away both glasses and the bottle. He didn't want the boy to get drunk.

"Aren't you going to have any?" He asked Leonardo as he was returning. "I thought you liked this wine, aren't you even going to taste it?"

Leonardo knelt beside David snaking a hand behind the boy's head and pulled him closer. "Of course I am." He whispered in a husky voice as he pressed their mouths together.

The younger teen made a startled noise in the back of his throat that Leonardo swallowed and flailed slightly at the rough tug before settling his hands on the firm green arms that held him. Leonardo was devouring his mouth, pushing his tongue past David's teeth and tasting the sweet wine as he slid his tongue against the boy's.

David whined and pulled away, his body was trembling and he was already panting hard, swallowing down lungfuls of air as he blinked at Leonardo. "I-I've never done this before..." He said as way of explanation for his reticence but he was pushing Leo with his hands flat on his plastron and trying to squirm away. It wasn't working.

Leonardo had to bite back a groan at the thought of pushing him down onto the floor and taking him right there. He figured he'd waited long enough, been extra considerate with this one when usually he'd just have them brought to his room to use as he pleased.

"I'll be gentle." He said with a predatory smile that was meant to be reassuring but only made the boy look away and whimper. "Okay...?"

David stilled and nodded his head slightly. Asking was merely a formality, they both knew he wasn't going to refuse, but if it would maintain the illusion that he was still in control of what happened in this room and it brought him some sort of comfort, Leonardo was willing to pretend.

He surprised even himself when he actually kept his promise, kissing and caressing David until he was relaxed and sighing, sliding his hands over warm bare flesh softly as he removed his clothing. He didn't order the boy to do anything in return for him until Leonardo asked him to lay down on the bed while he went to retrieve lube.

He took the moment they were separated to gather his thoughts. He wasn't really sure why he was doing this, going through so much trouble. The way things usually went when he wanted one of the recruits was to order him onto the bed, toss the bottle of lube his way, maybe a toy and have them prepare themselves while giving him a bit of a show. In general, he couldn't be bothered with foreplay and there were too many things he didn't care for in humans, their squishy bodies, their scent... They were just things, warm objects with holes for him to use. A lot of them used strong smelling soaps or colognes and perfumes that stung his nose and turned him off but for some reason he rather liked this boy, his clumsy limbs, innocent reactions and his earthy scent.

Maybe most of all he enjoyed that it didn't seem to be an act with him, he wasn't there only because of duty and every smile, sigh or grimace he made were completely honest and so Leonardo found himself in the position where he wanted to please as much as he wanted to be pleasured. He wanted to make the boy smile and moan for him because it would be sincere. It was something new and he found himself hesitating, standing on unknown territory.

He sighed and crawled back to David who lay nude on his back in the middle of his futon, shaking. Usually he'd have them on their hands and knees by now, fuck them roughly, get off and toss them out. He shook his head and dropped the bottle on the pillow.

"Cold?" He asked as he ran his large calloused hand over the pink goose-bumped thigh.

The boy shook his head and laughed, the red on his face had become a permanent skin tone by now. "Just nervous."

Donatello stumbled through the turnstiles, still in a slight daze about what had happened. The image of the man staring up at him in horror as he choked on his own blood was playing over and over in repeat in his mind. He could still feel the burning hot liquid spilling through his fingers no matter how he'd tried to press the wound closed.

The gurgling gasps and wet coughs were thundering in his ears so he didn't notice anyone was there until Raph grabbed him by the top lip of his carapace and shook him. "Raph?"

"Are you hurt?" Raphael asked urgently trying to get Donnie to focus on him.

Behind him he could see Mikey, haloed by the glow of the muted television set and hugging the remote against his plastron his eyes round with worry and bright with tears.

"It's not... mine." Donatello said as he turned his palms up and lifted them slightly. "It was Leonardo, he-"

"Did something happen to Leo?!" Mikey squeaked fearfully and rushed over to his side.

"No, he-" Donatello swallowed as the image replayed again in his head. "He killed a man. Two, actually. I tried to save him but..." He shook his head as his voice trailed off.

Raphael's worried expression turned thunderous. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He steered Donnie towards the bathroom and motioned Mikey with his head to follow but he was already on it, running ahead to turn on the hot water in the shower and pulling off his own gear quickly.

The brothers were used to sharing showers since they were children. They only had the one though it was fairly large and well built. Due to their anatomy they always needed someone else to help them scrub the dirt off their shells, a long handled brush could do some of the work but if they really needed to get into the scutes you needed an extra pair of hands.

Donatello stood in the middle of the bathroom staring at his hands as if he wasn't aware that he needed to be doing something so Raphael and Mikey began pulling off his gear. They dropped his empty duffel and tool belt in the corner along with his staff, leather straps and pads but he didn't seem to snap out of it until they reached to unwrap his hands.

"...him." Donatello was mumbling as he slowly began pulling at the bloody tape around his wrists.

"What was that?" Raphael asked, not sure he wanted to know.

"I hurt him." Donatello spoke up.

"The dead guy?" Mikey asked and Raphael sent him a glare before pushing Donnie in the direction of the shower.

"No, I... not him. Leonardo cut his throat he..." Donatello swallowed and inhaled shakily, shuddering and closing his eyes as he tried to dispel the images. "I was so angry, I was furious. He had his back turned to me when we escaped, we'd been fighting some... muggers together."

He didn't say they were rapists, he knew what Raphael thought about those who preyed upon the weak, specially women and children, and he didn't think he could handle it if Raph took Leonardo's side. He needed his brother on his side tonight. "I was just so angry I struck him. He wasn't even expecting it. I think I gave him a concussion, he nearly fell off a building and was really out of it for a while."

Talking about what happened after the incident was easier, it was grounding him in the present and not just keeping his mind in that endless loop.

"Good. I hope you did." Raphael answered with finality as he scrubbed Donnie's carapace. It didn't really need it but he knew how soothing it was and with the way Donnie was hunching forward into Mikey who was washing away the blood splatter on his arms and neck it was working.

"I shouldn't have." Donnie responded finally resting his head on Mikey's shoulder.

"You mean you should have let him fall off the building like he did with you?" Raphael answered, being a bit rougher with Donnie's carapace than he should.

Donatello didn't respond, just let himself be comforted by his brothers, it wasn't very often that he and Raph didn't fight and could be civil together. "You'd be a good leader." He said softly, once the cleaning was done and Raph was handing him his purple bathrobe.

"I know, right? You should totally let me lead once in a while." Mikey answered without missing a beat.

Donatello shook his head and glanced at Raphael who hesitated for a moment before frowning, shoving the bundle into the taller turtle's arms. "I'm not." He said grumpily as he walked into the living room.

Donatello towelled off quickly and followed him, sitting down beside him as he reached for the remote. It was very late, too late to start watching something and expect to be rested in the morning for training but Mikey also sat down on Donnie's other side spreading a blanket over the three of them and settled against him. They knew there was no way Donnie would be in the mood for sleep after what happened and they had silently decided to accompany him through the night.

With a startled gasp David bit his bottom lip as Leonardo pushed a thick digit all the way into him. He rubbed the soft inside of his thigh soothingly as he waited for him to adjust to the intrusion, wiggling his finger slightly when he felt him relax and then looked up to the boy's face... and froze.

Suddenly all the pieces fit in his mind: how this seemingly uninteresting human boy had caught his eye right away, the way he felt drawn to him and how he'd sought his company tonight of all nights after what had happened.

He couldn't take his eyes off the way he bit his bottom lip showing the little gap between his front teeth. After a few seconds, large chestnut-coloured eyes opened to look back at him giving Leonardo an embarrassed lop-sided smile and the image was so reminiscent of the turtle he'd just seen hours ago on the rooftop that he thought he could be looking into Donatello's eyes smiling back at him, long olive legs spread before him instead of David's.

He drew back from David, finger slipping out of him as his realisation drowned his lust. What am I doing? He thought to himself as David's expression turned worried and he asked if there was something wrong.

"What? No, I just... Nothing's wrong just give me a moment." He answered.

But everything was wrong.

Now that he had seen it he couldn't un-see it. He was effectively about to fuck- no, he was wining and dining and about to make love to the enemy, and he craved it. He'd been searching to recreate the closeness he'd felt on the rooftop all night with this human that looked and even smelled like Donatello.

He picked up the bottle of lube again and crawled over David, pushing him down against the futon and spreading his legs a little wider. If this was what he wanted he'd just take it and then be done with the whole mess. Once his thirst was quenched he'd have no more need for this boy or entertain those traitorous thoughts about the turtle. That was all it was, lust. Pure and simple. It had just been a long time since he'd been able to take some pleasure for himself, that's all.

He released his erection between David's legs and ignored the way his eyes widened with a bit of fear, trying not to think about Donatello falling off the roof and reaching for him to save him. He spread the lube generously on his member and guided it to David's ass. He hadn't been prepared properly but at this point he didn't care, he wanted this over with and a part of him wanted to make him hurt.

He pushed into the tight opening, ignoring David's noises of discomfort and then cries of pain when he continued until he was completely buried in the boy's body. He drew out slowly, feeling the muscle twitch around him and revelling in the whimpers before plunging in again and beginning to thrust quickly.

He felt amazingly good, he was tight and so warm it was nearly scalding and the thought of him being the first to take him this way just added onto his pleasure. He pressed his plastron against the kid, weighing him down with his own body in case he began to struggle but it wasn't necessary. As much as the boy wailed he still held on to Leonardo as he was used roughly, sobbing into the turtle's neck as he neared completion. Leonardo turned his face to bite at the wet cheeks, lap up the salty tears with his thick tongue and watched his pained grimace, imagining it was someone else's.

After a while the crying became annoying, his voice was one of the few things distinctly different that grated with his fantasy so he lifted his body slightly to free one of his hands and covered the other's mouth to silence him. He was getting pretty loud anyway and though he knew no one would enter his room to interrupt him even if they did think he was killing the boy, he wasn't too keen on letting everyone know what happened inside his quarters.

He shifted slightly onto his knees to get more leverage and be able to pound him the way he wanted, losing it as he ploughed into the warm body and then suddenly his orgasm was upon him harder than he'd come in a long time. The usually silent turtle opened his mouth and let out a long vibrating churr of pleasure as he filled the human and collapsed on top of him, not bothering to keep his weight off. Still in the daze of post orgasmic bliss he pressed their cheeks together, using the boy's limp hand to cradle his own face completing his illusion.

I don't need you. He said to the Donatello in his head that looked back at him sadly, but his brain even high on pleasure was telling him something was wrong. He got up quickly when he realised, uncovering David's mouth and nose and shaking the boy's limp body.

Shit. Shitshitshit!

He pressed his fingers against David's neck looking for a pulse. Damn it! He hadn't realised he'd cut off all his air when he covered his mouth and David hadn't struggled against him... he didn't think. He wasn't sure. He'd been so lost in his fantasy that maybe he had been trying to pull his hand off, trying to tell him he couldn't breathe and he didn't even notice.

He put his ear to the kid's chest to listen for a heartbeat, his hands were shaking too much to pick up the pulse in his neck and he sighed in relief when he heard it. It hadn't been long enough and he'd only fainted. He was beginning to stir so Leonardo climbed off the bed and walked over to the bathroom door when he opened his eyes.

"Leonardo? Sorry, I must've blacked out." The boy mumbled.

"It's fine." He answered, trying to keep his expression neutral. "I'll see you tomorrow at training." He said as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

He waited in there, hunched over the sink performing breathing exercises while he listened to David stumble around in his bedroom getting dressed. He turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face when the bathroom door opened to his surprise. That had never happened before.

"You alright?" David asked him as he tried to pat down his unruly hair that had been rubbed against the pillow into a mess that stuck out at every angle on the back of his head. When Leonardo just stared he gave him an uncertain smile.

He asked him as if he hadn't nearly been smothered to death while being practically raped. "Uh, yes?" He answered dumbly with his hands still under the faucet.

"Okay, good." He sighed in relief. "I'll uh, leave you to it then. I'll see you tomorrow!" He said cheerfully as he turned around to the door, then thought about it better and stepped back into the bathroom to give Leonardo a quick peck on the lips which he didn't return.

Leonardo didn't snap out of it until the door to his bedroom clicked closed. He turned off the water, walked numbly to his bed, pulled off the soiled covers and laid down in the centre. He wasn't sure what had happened, why it had happened or what he was supposed to do about it. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go but he supposed it was his fault. He wasn't himself since he'd come to this city but he needed to regain his balance soon or he wouldn't survive this way. Too many mistakes and he'd be punished or discarded.

Only the strong survive, the weak will fall. He repeated the mantra to himself. He was strong and David was not, the turtles were his enemies and he would squash them. He had to rid himself of these feelings and of the boy, he couldn't let the boy think there was something between them, it wasn't allowed. It was one thing to use someone else for pleasure and another to form these kind of bonds within the ranks. He'd end it tomorrow.

Leonardo curled up on his side as he thought about the events of the day. He shouldn't have intervened in that fight, should have just kept walking, there had only ever been a couple sightings in that alley before he shouldn't have even stopped...

He sat up and reached over to where his gear was, pulling out the smartphone with the map. Now there weren't just two sightings for the alley any more, this one would be a third, a pattern. What was Donatello doing there at that time of night? He thought back to the events on the roof and tried to focus only on the turtle and not what had transpired between them. He had a tool belt around his waist, an empty duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. What was he there to repair? Or carry?

He looked at the map trying to see what could be nearby when he noticed the lot that was fenced off behind that particular alley. A junkyard, of course. He smelled of motor oil and gasoline, he must have been scavenging for parts. It's not like these guys could walk into a shop and buy anything they needed or have the funds or the support of an organization like the Foot Clan to supply parts for the vehicles he'd been told they had.

Leonardo put the phone away and made a plan. Donatello probably wouldn't be going back tonight after all that happened and the way he looked when he left him on the roof but if he'd been interrupted looking for auto-mobile parts he'd need to go back sometime and Leonardo would be waiting.