"No!" Leo said. "Neutering isn't the option, Sensei. It's so drastic and what if he did meet a girl, who wanted him and they wanted kids? You'd be taking that away from him. No."
"But Raphael shouldn't be having those thoughts, Leonardo. I taught you all that those thoughts are not what a true ninja should have."
"But there's a better option than neutering him, Sensei."
Leo's phone went and he said, "This is a bad time, April!"
"I found out my cousin just died, Leo, and I really need someone to talk to. Please come over. Please."
"I'm sorry. We'll be there now, okay? See you soon." Leo hung up and relayed the message.
"Donatello will stay with Raphael while we go," Splinter said. "I will commence the hypnosis when I return."
"No need, Sensei. I can do it," Donatello said. "Don't worry. Raphael will soon be a meek, pure ninja."
"I am glad to hear that. Come along, Leonardo and Michelangelo." As Leo followed Splinter, he thought, Poor Raph. It's all my fault. I'm going to talk to him when I come home.
Donatello studied Raphael and thought, no hypnosis won't work. I have a better idea. Pills to suppress his sexual urges. I can always tell him he has a medical condition and needs them and he'll believe me. I have some in the drawer I got a long time ago in case any of my brothers were problems. I'll tell him the pills are to prevent blood clotting and that I discovered today he needs them, else he'll die. There are many side effects: could affect his liver and adrenal glands, fatigue, hot flushes, change in weight, depression, restlessness, short of breath but it'll reduce his sexual urges and lower his sperm count. He'll probably never be able to father any children. Not that there's a chance of it anyway. I'll examine him regularly to make sure he's fine, though, and if there are any problems, he'll have to come off it. And there's the chance he'll discover he's fine and will be furious, feeling betrayed, but this is the golden ticket to getting rid of him as competition for Leo and I'm going to take it.
Don pulled up a chair beside Raphael's bed and sat down, thinking, this means Raphael won't be interested in any of us in a romantic, sexual way. One less competitor down. If it works, I'll move on to Mikey and dose him too. Do I feel bad? No. Eventually, I'll have Leo and that's all that matters. Naturally, I'll dump Raphael when his urges go away, saying I'm a sexual guy and need sex. He'll be devastated, but who cares?
Golden eyes flickered open a while later and Raphael groaned, as pain radiated through his body. Donatello smiled and said, "Welcome back, Raph. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"You'll feel better in a few days and be able to get up, but for now, I strongly recommend bed rest."
"Ain't gonna argue. Fuck Sensei. I swear he probably broke ribs."
"Yes. You have two cracked ribs and multiple cuts and lacerations and I discovered something else when examining you. It's not good, Raph."
"Am I sick?" Raphael asked, eyes wide in panic, dreading the answer.
"Yes. Your blood's clotting, Raphael, and you could have a stroke."
"But I'm too young, Donnie. I'm only fourteen. How's that possible?"
"I don't know."
"Is there anythin' ya can do ta help me? I don't wanna die. Please."
"Yes. You need to take pills to prevent the clotting, but you'd have to take them for the rest of your life at the same time every day. And there are side effects. For example, you could develop necrosis."
"Gangrene?" Raphael swallowed thickly, tears springing to his eyes. He loathed medication, but what option did he have?
"That's right and you'll have to modify your diet somewhat. Eat a lot healthier."
"All right. I'll take them pills. Better than dyin'."
"Good. I'm glad. None of us would want to lose you, Raph, and you and I still have that date to go on."
"Yeah. I'm sorry 'bout that. I know ya probably had somethin' special planned."
"It can wait until you're better. All that matters is your health and I have no doubt you'll soon be up and walking."
"Thanks, Donnie. Man, Sensei really did a number on me. And all I was doin' was speakin' the truth."
"I know, Raph, but don't worry about that. Just get better," Don said and planted a kiss on Raphael's cheek. "I'll be back now with some food, okay?"
"Thanks, Donnie. Hey, I'm sorry I called ya a geek and I appreciate ya bein' so nice ta me."
"It's what brothers do, Raph. We care about one another."
Donatello returned a few minutes later holding a plate of sandwiches. He helped Raphael into a sitting position and gave him the plate, as well as a glass of water. "Thanks, Donnie," Raphael said.
"No problem. Eat up and then sleep."
Raphael took a large bite of his sandwich, chewed, swallowed and said, "This is so good. What is it?"
"Just toasted cheese, Raph."
"It's the best I've ever had. Wow. What's yer secret?"
"I use toaster bags. Less greasy."
"Oh. Hey, has Leo asked 'bout me?"
"No. They've gone to April's and he hasn't."
Hurt flickered on Raphael's face and he growled, "Well, fuck him. I don't need him. I got ya."
"Indeed," Don said, and placed a hand on Raphael's. "You do."
"Maybe," Raphael husked. "When I'm better, we can have some fun. Would ya like that?"
"Of course. Eat up, Raph."
Raphael finished his meal and Don opened a dresser, took out a bottle of pills, opened it and shook a couple into his hand. Then he went to Raphael and said, "Take these tablets with your water. These are to prevent the blood clotting."
"Here goes nothin'," Raphael said, and dutifully took the medication.
"Good. Now, sleep, Raph," Don said, picking up the plate.
"Don't I get a kiss?" Raphael asked with a smirk.
Don bent down and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "How's that?" he asked.
"Better than last time. Donnie, I'm gonna give my all ta us. I really do wanna see how things can go."
"Me too," Don lied.
"Hey, Donnie. Do ya like it slow or rough?"
"Never had sex before."
"Then I'll be yer first."
"Yes and I hope you'll be gentle."
"I may look like a brute, but I can be gentle and I'm gonna show ya just how much. And I can be a romantic," Raphael said, flushing. "I'm gonna treat ya right, Donnie."
"As will I. Now, rest, Raph."
Don left, closed the door and thought, I can't wait until the medicine takes affect!
XXX
Meanwhile, thirty-four-year-old Shredder was lunching with a girl his mom, Miyoko, had been insisting he meet, claiming that she could be the one for him. The one to settle down with and have the kids he'd always desired. Shredder had finally agreed to meet the girl, but she was everything he disliked: loud, rude and boring, rambling on about her job in engineering, as if he cared what she did. AJ (Astrid Jane) was annoying and he wished… God, he even wished there was a battle with the turtles. Anything, but this inane drone of a woman. Could he even call her that? She looked like a man with her short dark hair, A-cup boobs and was too muscular. No, he liked his women voluptuous, blonde, quiet and submissive. He liked men too and those he liked to be muscular, but also submissive. He thought back to the turtles and smiled. One of them had caught his eye to his immense surprise and initial disgust. Raphael with the golden eyes, emerald skin and thick, bulging muscles and toned legs. He was a beauty and Shredder longed to have him pinned to the ground, his huge rod buried deep inside the turtle's ass, taming the hothead and claiming him. Marking him as his forever. It made Shredder hard thinking about it and he sighed audibly. Raphael's a fantasy, he thought. I just want someone to love and to love me. Why is that so fucking difficult to find? I'm not ugly. I'm quite the hunk, so I don't know why I can't find my soulmate!
"You're not listening, Saki," AJ snapped.
"Nope and I'm done with this lunch," Shredder said, rising to his feet. "I'd rather masturbate forever than endure another second with your incessant monologue. I don't know what Mother was thinking. We have nothing in common and you look like a man. I'd change that if you actually want to meet men." Shredder stalked out, climbed into his car and drove home. Another failed date, he thought. Home to Mother and her questions about why and her chastising me. As if I'm the problem! I'm not fussy. I just want someone compatible!
When he got home, not finding his mom anywhere, Shredder decided to go online in a chat room and try his luck there. Who knows, he thought, maybe I'll meet someone nice?
XXX
Raphael had slept for a while, but upon waking, he was bored. Looking for something to do, he opened a drawer and found an Ipad. Switching it on, he created a fake profile and went into a chat room, just wanting to talk to someone. He had a few messages, replied to them and then a user caught his eye. "Hey, metalmouth86," Raphael typed. "How ya doin'? Interestin' name."
"Hello, ninja14. I'm fine and you? And, I, uh, like heavy metal. That's the reason behind my user name."
"Could be better. How's yer day been? Wow. Cool. Me too. Favorite band?"
"Been on a crappy date my mother organized and I like Slayer."
"Classic. Great taste, man. Love them too. Hah. Yer thirty-four and yer mom sets ya up? That's funny! I'd laugh, but hurts ta after the beatin' I got."
"You're fourteen. Why are you in a chat room? Shouldn't you be doing your homework? And who hit you? Are you a ninja?"
"My pops. I don't have homework. Kinda done with school and yeah, I'm learnin'. Ya like ninjitsu?"
"Been doing it all my life."
"Cool."
"At fourteen you're done with school? You some kind of genius? Hey, why are you talking to me? You like older men? You're jail bait."
"Nothin' wrong in chattin'. Ain't a genius. Just me. Wanna tell me yer real name?"
"It's... You're being nosey."
"I'm just bein' friendly and for the record, I do like older men. Do ya like younger boys?"
"Look, I'm not answering that. You could be a cop."
"I ain't no cop. Trust me and I'm sorry 'bout yer date. Shouldn't have laughed."
"Hmm. Why are you on this site?"
"Lonely kid. Just lookin' ta make friends. Got my brothers, but they don't understand me. Gonna see how things go with a guy, but I don't know if it'll work out. Sense ya need a friend too else ya wouldn't be on here?"
"Maybe, kid. So, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Honestly. A daddy. Ya can laugh if ya wanna."
"That's nice, but besides that? And I want that too."
"I'd love ta be an actor in action movies, but ain't gonna happen."
"Never know. Go for it. You can do anything. Believe in yourself."
"What work do ya do?"
"I'm part of hostile take overs. I like to buy….take over organizations."
"Oh. So haughty and have a major ego, huh? Ya'd get on well with my big brother. He is a real drip and is always suckin' up ta our dad. Fuck. Makes me so mad."
"And feel left out? And you're right. I do get a bit worked up and have a huge ego and I'm lonely."
"Yeah. Feel like the black sheep. I'm the rebel, the hothead. No one gets me. Hey, maybe ya need ta work off some of that steam with me. How's tomorrow work for ya?"
"I'm sorry for you and I know how that feels. My childhood also wasn't easy. My mom was domineering and my father died when I was really young. Never felt like I belonged. Sheesh, you have some balls, kid. Propositioning a stranger! How do you know I'm not a serial killer?"
"I don't, but my gut tells me ya ain't and how do ya know I wasn't suggestin' somethin' like basketball? I was, ya know. I wouldn't fuck on the first date. I like ta romance my dates."
"Aw. How special. Love notes and flowers and candles?"
"Sure. Ya like that?"
"Kid, you seem like a nice boy, but you shouldn't be in this room. Lots of creeps about."
"Maybe, but ya ain't one. Ya seem nice and ya actually talk. And not down ta me like I'm dumb. People do that a lot, especially my dad. He thinks I'm stupid and temperamental. All he cares 'bout is my big brother, the golden boy. Rest of us don't count, but I'm the major disappointment. Bet he wishes he never had me. Beat me when I told him I liked a guy. What's wrong with likin' guys?"
"Nothing. Love is love. If you ask me, your dad is the one with the problem. He shouldn't be so closed minded. And he's wrong about you. You seem down to earth. All you need is affection and he should be giving you that."
"Finally! Someone with a brain. I like ya, metalmouth. So, ya wanna be friends? Sorry if I hit on ya. I shouldn't have."
"You got a deal."
"When we know one another better, we can give real names. For now stick ta our user names. I'll be on again tomorrow if ya wanna hang? Ya got a phone number? We can just text. I won't call ya. Promise. Until yer ready for that." Shredder gave it to him and Raphael typed, "Awesome. I'll text ya later. I'm feelin' sleepy again. It's these pills I'm takin'. Learned today I could develop blood clots, so gotta take these pills ta prevent them. Can ya believe it?"
"That's terrible. I'm sorry."
"I despise medication, but better than dyin', right? Gotta go. Have a good rest of the day and tell yer mom ya can organize yer own dates. Yer old enough. Why put up with her shitty suggestions? Ya ain't desperate."
"You are smart and I will. Keep well and tell your father from me he's a prick and that he's raising a remarkable young man."
"Thank ya. He'll never believe it, but ta me that means a lot that someone thinks I ain't garbage."
Raphael shut down the Ipad and thought, nice ta have someone I can talk ta. He's older, but so what? We could be good friends and help one another. Closing his eyes, Raphael soon drifted off to sleep.
A/N Thanks for the reviews and Donnie really is devious! Poor Raph!
