The Turtles had split the alphas up and they each got a set of at least ten. The Turtles had the Alphas remove their kimonos so that they could move more freely through the katas. Donatello worked with his group of ten alphas, teaching them basic katas. When they started to become unruly he would strike them on the carapace with is bo. He turned for a moment to say something to Leo and heard one comment to another, "Why are we listening to an omega? I thought we would be trained by the alpha. How degrading."

Donnie sighed and turned back to his students. "Is there a problem?"

One of the alphas lifted his chin. "I would rather be trained by the alpha. Even the Nezumi would be preferable over being trained by an omega, especially one as small as you." The alpha was young and most likely made to come by his parents. He was at least eighteen because he was already towering in height.

Donatello walked right up to him and looked up. "If you have a problem with me then you can take yourself back through the portal and receive no training at all."

The alpha laughed, "It's hard to find one as small as you intimidating." His hand came up to push Donnie away, but the genius turtle grabbed the alpha's wrist and, while pushing on a pressure point, twisted.

"Kneel," Donnie demanded, keeping his voice calm and level. "And show me the respect a student shows to his master or I will throw your sorry ass through the portal myself."

The alpha grunted in pain as he fell to his knees. "Alright."

All eyes were on them now. "That was not respectful." Donatello twisted a little more. "Try again."

"Yes, Master," the alpha grunted out.

Donnie let the alpha go and turned to the others. "Anyone else have a problem being trained by an omega as small as me?" The other alphas shook their heads. "Good," Donnie nodded his head. "Let's continue." He looked down at the alpha still on his knees. "Would you like to continue or go home with your tail tucked?"

"I would like to continue," the alpha answered with his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Then stand up." Donnie looked over at Splinter, who had stayed back to act simply as an advisor to his sons. The old rat nodded and smiled at the way Donnie had handled the situation, causing Donnie to smile in return.

Donnie felt envious of Raph, due to the fact that the hothead only had three students; Ookin, Taki, and Haru. Ookin needed special training to adjust the katas to suit his injured arm but it was also discovered that there were several other alphas that held a grudge against him and would target the injured alpha during the needed group practices. Haru and Taki were the only ones who didn't try to hurt Ookin, Taki actually rushed to Ookin's assistance, so Raph had to take them into a separate training room.

At the end of training, Donnie peeked into the training room in time to see Raph pinch Haru's tail eliciting a yelp from the alpha. "Keep your tail tucked," Raph growled. "They may be off limits when you wrestle, but in a real fight they're fare game."

"I think you just want to touch my tail," Haru hissed as he rubbed the sensitive appendage.

"Don't flatter yourself," Raph laughed. "I know your tails are a matter of pride, but you must protect them in a fight. You don't want an enemy to slice it off with a katana do you?"

Ookin stood nearby with his tail un-tucked but at the mention of having it sliced off, he tucked it up tight. Donnie chuckled a little at the sight and Raph turned at the noise. "Time's up," Donnie told them.

Raph nodded, "Okay." He then turned to Haru and Taki, "I'll see you tomorrow." They bowed then, after toweling themselves off, dressed in their kimonos and left. Raph then took a few minutes to rub Ookin's shoulder.

It took a week for Mikey's scent to fade from Raph and once it was gone, Ookin's flirtatious actions returned. According to Raph, Ookin only really acted up in front of the others, but not in private.

True to form, Ookin looked right at Donnie and gently rumbled, catching Raph off guard and causing him to churr in response. Raph smacked the back of Ookin's head, "Knock that off."

Ookin laughed, "I can't help it. We're naked and your hands on me feel so good." His voice was mockingly sultry.

This time Raph pinched him. "I've got my gear on, so I'm not naked, and if you don't cut it out, my hands on you will bring a great deal of pain." He pushed Ookin gently. "Now get out."

Ookin grabbed his kimono then bowed to Raph, "Yes, Master." A sly smile spread across the alpha's face as he got dressed. "Donatello-sempai," Ookin tilted his head respectfully as he passed.

"Ookin," Donnie replied returning the gesture. The genius turtle sighed as he walked over to his favored. "How's it going with them?"

"They need to learn to keep their tails tucked." Raph replied with a shrug. "Other than that, I'm managing to adjust the katas to suit Ookin."

"Good," Donnie nodded. He stood on his toes and his heart began to pound as he kissed Raph. "I'm going to shower. Then… head over to work on a project with Leatherhead."

"Okay." Raph nodded his understanding. "You know, I will never tell you that you can't go."

"I know you guys don't really like the idea of me being with Leatherhead but I'm all he has and I can't just…."

"I think I understand how you feel," Raph whispered.

Donnie looked Raph in the eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

Raph heaved a sigh. "I have no desire for Ookin," he insisted, "but I know that he wants me and he is my friend." He shrugged, "To be honest, if it weren't for Mikey's jealousy, I like him enough to… submit to him. Become 'friend with benefits'."

"Don't let Mikey know that," Donnie whispered.

"I'm not stupid." Raph shook his head keeping the conversation hushed. "I love Mikey, the last thing I want to do is hurt him. Like I said, I don't desire Ookin so there is no chance of me giving in to him in a moment of passion, no matter how hard he tries." A soft smile spread across his face, "I just find his attention kind of flattering, you know. There are so many omegas in that village and yet he flirts with me. It's not like his choices are limited."

"Like ours were," Donnie added. "I understand," he nodded. "But, Mikey won't. And you know that his biggest fear going into the Kame village was us finding other alphas; that we only chose him because our choice was limited only to him."

"I would choose Mikey over Ookin any day." Raph smiled then leaned in and kissed Donnie deeply, wrapping his arms tight around his carapace as Donnie's arms wrapped behind the hothead's neck. "I love you," Raph husked when they pulled apart. "Now go. Leatherhead's waiting."

"We really are working on a project together," Donnie smiled up at him.

Don pressed in for one more, quick kiss from Raph before he started out the door. "Well then I hope whatever it is you are working on goes good," Raph called after him.

"Love you," Donnie called out as he left the room.

After his shower he made a quick detour to the infirmary to check on the eggs. They were being closely monitored, each in their own incubator with a strap around them to detect the heartbeat within. Donnie's egg was not developed enough to have a heartbeat yet, but the other four were. According to what he was told by the Kame mystics, the incubation period was only one hundred days, a little longer than un-mutated turtles, but much shorter than humans. From what he calculated, he figured that his egg should have a heartbeat by the end of the week.

He was shown sonograms of the more developed babies and was told that the oldest egg should be hatching within the next few weeks. They already knew that it was the other alpha because Mikey rumbled to it and a ticking rumble answered from within. One of the other eggs was expected to hatch within the month while the other two weren't expected for at least two more months. The four turtles made noises to them daily so that they will know them.

He walked over and trilled to the un-hatched alpha and got a chirp in response, only Mikey could elicit rumbles from it. "We'll see you soon, little Azrael."

Donnie heard Bishop's voice coming from another part of the infirmary and went over to investigate. The area was dark and Bishop was standing in front of a tank, but Donnie could not see what was inside. Bishop slid a panel, covering the tank completely from Donnie's view.

"Keeping secrets?" Donnie asked.

"Yes," Bishop answered, looking over his shoulder.

"I thought we were past that."

Bishop sighed. "I have my reasons. If my little experiment is successful, then you will know what it is. If it fails, it's best that you don't know."

"Can you just tell me one thing?"

"Depends on what you want to know."

"Is it another clone?"

Bishop shook his head, "It is not."

Donnie nodded, "I'll leave you to it then," then left.

The benefit of living within the compound was that the trip to Leatherhead's was a short, comfortable, dry walk down a hall. Donnie didn't even bother knocking and just walked in, locking the door behind him. Leatherhead was wearing his glasses and reading something on a screen. He looked up when he heard the lock click and removed his glasses, "Hello."

"Hi," Donnie smiled. "How's our little experiment coming?"

"Great," Leatherhead stood. "I believe that it is ready."

Donnie tilted his head, "Really?" He walked over to the computers and scanned the information on them. "I do believe that you are right." He walked around the computers to the back of the lab, where it was more open. He walked over to a stasis tank and looked at the experiment within. "It's stable."

The green fluid in the tank supported the body inside. Don and Leatherhead utilized Bishop's research to create a clone of their own, but it wasn't for them. The human body that they created was for a man that, a few years ago, they would have never thought that they would call friend.

"It seems that, just like with Mona Lisa, the body is pure," Leatherhead observed.

"True," Donnie nodded, "no scars and uncircumcised. I wonder if Baxter would prefer if we did the procedure or if we left it like it is." They already had to add a navel to the flawless body. "I hope he likes his surprise. The last time he tried to clone his own body it went horribly wrong."

Leatherhead laughed, "That was because he did it."

Donnie joined in the laughter, "Again, true." A gentle touch from the gator had Donnie turning to face him and he could see the desire in his friend's eyes. "I guess it can wait just a little while longer," he smiled up at his friend. They walked into another room within Leatherhead's apartment where the bed was. Donnie removed his gear and guard then lied down on the large bed.

Leatherhead stripped off his lab coat and belt before joining Donatello. He nuzzled the small turtle's neck while his hands roamed over Donnie's body then down to his tail. "You've already prepped yourself."

"I always do," Donnie breathed, his hands caressing Leatherhead's long jaw. He moved them down, caressing Leatherhead's chest on his way to his cloaca. It didn't take much for Donnie to coax Leatherhead out of his tail. With a firm grip, Donnie pumped Leatherhead to a full erection, all the while kissing along the large gator's neck.

Leatherhead growled and moved over Donnie, who parted his legs in response. Gently Leatherhead pushed inside watching Donnie's eyes the whole time, looking for any sign of pain. "It only stings a little in the beginning and then I'm fine," Donnie grunted. "You know this."

Despite Donnie's constant reassurances, Leatherhead moved slow and tentatively until Donnie's first churr. And for Leatherhead, Donnie let himself churr quite often, encouraging him as much as possible. Slowly Leatherhead increased his pace and lost himself in the passion until, finally, Donatello had his orgasm. Only then did he grunt out his own. He waited for Donatello's muscles to relax again before gently pulling out and flopping down on the bed next to him.

"I've noticed that you rumble occasionally," Donnie pointed out, turning toward Leatherhead. "I wonder if you're an alpha."

Leatherhead chuckled, "I would have to meet others of my kind to find that out and as far as I know, there are no other mutated alligators."

Donnie nodded while humming in agreement then sat up, "That's not a bad idea." He looked down at Leatherhead, "I could ask the Kame if there is a Wani village near them."

"Wani?" Leatherhead shifted so that he could sit up next to Donatello.

"Alligator," Donnie smiled.

"Oh," Leatherhead thought for a moment. "That would be nice. If you think I would be welcome."

"I'll ask tomorrow," Donnie offered. "I'll see what they know about them and if it's even possible."

"Don't take this the wrong way," Leatherhead smiled as he got up off the bed, "but I would rather have a female."

Donnie laughed, "I figured as much." He looked Leatherhead in the eyes. "Don't get your hopes up too much. There is a chance that the Wani are hostile or unaccepting of outsiders or that it could go wrong somehow."

"I understand," Leatherhead said while slipping back into his lab coat. "Why don't we go get Doctor Stockman so that we can show him his new body."

"You go," Donnie got off the bed. "I need to get cleaned up."

"Alright," Leatherhead left the room to go get Stockman.

While he was gone, Donatello splashed water on his face and cleaned out his sore tail at the sink in the lab, before putting his gear and guard back on. He was able to do one more diagnostic test of the body before Leatherhead returned with Stockman.

A large grin spread across Donatello's face. "Come with me to the back, Stockman."

A confused look spread across the holographic face of Baxter. "Why?"

"It's not a trick," Donnie laughed. "It's a surprise. Come on."

"What did you finally finish your work load on time for a change?" Reluctantly Baxter followed the two reptiles to the back of the lab and when he saw the body he froze. The holographic head disappeared and the robotic body opened up so that the jar with his brain and eye could come out. The eye looked up at the body then over at Donatello. "Does Bishop know about this?"

Donnie nodded, "Yes."

Stockman looked back up at the body, "Is it stable?"

"Yes," Donnie placed a hand on the jar. "We took our time and we didn't try to make any unnecessary adjustments to it. Sorry, no super human strength."

"I look young," The eye continued to look at the body.

Leatherhead smiled, "We aged it to about twenty five."

"I don't know what to say," Stockman whispered then looked at Donnie. "Is it ready?"

"Yes," Donnie gestured to the equipment nearby. "If you want, we can do it now and you will be ready in time for dinner. Only you will have to have a specific diet for a while so that your body can build up the right kinds of bacteria. But I'm sure you knew that already."

"Of course I did," Baxter said with his typical air of arrogance. "And, yes, now would be nice."

Together Donatello and Leatherhead set the new body and the jar, containing Baxter's brain, up for the transference. The eye stayed transfixed on the body as the two mutants worked. "We did fix your eyes, by the way; just an added bonus," Donatello said as he plugged the brain in then walked over to the control panel. "Ready?" The eye in the jar bobbed and Leatherhead nodded. "Here we go." Donnie flipped the switch.

It didn't take much time for the procedure to finish and when it was done Baxter gasped for air in his new body. His body twitched and flailed as his brain tried to remember how to control it. Leatherhead placed a hand on Stockman's chest. "Focus on breathing. Push up on my hand." With rasping breaths the new lungs took in air as his hands gripped the gator's arm.

Unlike Bishop, who was used to the procedure and a body, Baxter's brain had been without sensation for so long that it had forgotten how the body worked. Every touch, every sensation had his brain on overload. "Try to stay calm while your brain tries to adjust," Donnie soothed.

"E…everything's… on… f…fire," Stockman managed to choke out.

"It's just everything coming online," Leatherhead explained. "It will pass."

They sat with him for hours as his breathing leveled out and the twitching stopped to be replaced with shivers. "I'm cold," Stockman choked out.

Donnie grabbed a soft blanket and covered Stockman as Leatherhead checked the readouts. "He's stable," he said sitting back down. "How do you feel?"

"Tactile responses are still a little sensitive," Stockman's voice was still raspy. Then the blanket came up a bit at his nether regions. "That's embarrassing," he groaned.

"That's expected," Donatello smiled. "At least you know it works. Do you think you're ready for some water?"

Stockman nodded and Donnie helped him take his first sips. "Mm," Stockman turned his head. "Even my taste buds are on overdrive."

It took days for Stockman to get used to his new body enough to walk without stumbling and wear clothing beyond soft shorts and the two mutants helped him in every step of the way. After about a week Baxter was confident enough to return to work, but still kept with a mild diet and he also had to be careful as his immune system built up so he wore a mask everywhere he went.

Within that week, much to Donnie's delight, his egg developed a heartbeat.

Donnie had inquired about the Wani village and was told that there was one near the Kame clan. Usagi agreed to escort Leatherhead to the village and they headed to Second Earth the next day. Donnie bid his friend goodbye and good luck as they disappeared through the portal.

Back in his own lab Donnie sat at his computer late at night. He had showered so he was without his gear and mask. He had tried to sleep, but could not. Raph and Leo went out to handle another creature on their own. Now that they had access to their mystic powers, the Turtles had an easier time with them and no longer need to all go out to catch them.

Donnie looked down at the bottom of his screen to see that it was almost one in the morning and wondered how much longer it would be before his brothers returned. As long as they were out, he would not be able to sleep so he kept on working.

Michelangelo was the same and stayed up playing video games as he waited for his favored to return. The sounds of his attempts and failures at passing the level he was on could be heard through the closed lab door. Then he heard Mikey's delightful shout, "Leo!" and knew that everything was alright.

He didn't even look up when he heard the door to the lab open then close again followed by the sound of the lock. He didn't stand when he felt the looming presence behind him and smelt the musk coming off his lover. A gentle nibble on the neck had him tilting his head slightly to give his assailant better access, but his attention stayed on his screen.

"I just want to finish this one thing," he giggled as fingers glided down his bridges. They made their way down to his hips then across his thighs and he parted his legs in response. "I'm almost done," he breathed. He stood up as he typed something up quick and Raph pulled back a little, but stayed close. Donnie then saved his progress. "Okay done."

As he turned to meet his lover, Raph's red mask was looped behind his neck and he was pulled into a gentle kiss. Raph's tongue flicked around inside Donnie's mouth as he was pulled to the cot. Keeping the mask behind Don's neck and without breaking the kiss, Raph lied back bringing Donnie down on top of him. Donnie straddled the larger Turtle's hips and rested his tail on top of Raph's.

Donnie's could feel Raph's heart pounding as they kissed and rubbed tails. Raph's tail curled around Don's then he broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "I want you in me," as his voice trembled a little. Donnie could feel Raph's nervousness, in the way he kissed and how he held the red cloth holding Don to him; it was his way of keeping control while he submitted.

Donnie gently entered Raph's tail and stayed there briefly before pushing in deeper. Raph grunted, but held tight to his mask and the kiss. After a few long strokes, Raph finally broke the kiss and relaxed his grip on the mask a little, though he still held Donnie down with it.

Donnie's honey colored eyes fixed on Raph's golden orbs as they glazed over in pleasure and the nerves faded. Donnie kept his movements gentle and even, knowing that Raph's psyche was still delicate when it came to being submissive. Raph's mouth was open and gentle churrs sounded with each thrust and Donnie echoed them with his own.

Donnie wasn't used to topping and he knew his stamina wasn't as great as his brothers', which seemed to grow on a daily basis. Whenever he was with Mona, he had a hard time lasting past her first orgasm and she finished quickly. And with Raph, Donnie was afraid that he would not last long enough to bring his favored pleasure.

Raph must have sensed this because a smile spread across his face. "I'm almost there, Donnie-boy."

Churring, Donnie buried his face in the crook of Raph's neck as his movements became staggered from trying to hold off his orgasm. His hands held tight to Raph's biceps. He desperately wanted to make sure Raph finished.

Raph's body tensed as he churred then pulsated as he released sending Donnie over the top. The smaller turtle pushed on through the pleasure to continue Raph's stimulation through his orgasm. A few shallow thrusts was all he could manage, before he had to pull out. He was always almost painfully sensitive after his orgasm and he wondered how his brothers managed to stay inside afterwards.

Finally, Raph released his grip on the mask and let his arms fall to the bed. "I love you," he breathed as he kissed Donnie's head.

Donnie rested on Raph with his arms bent so that his fingers could trace the top of Raph's plastron. He was small enough that Raph had no problem supporting his weight. "I wish I was better at that for you," Donnie panted. "I guess I'm not really suited for it. I just can't keep up with you guys."

"No," Raph caressed Don's arm. "I love being with you and it's easier for me to submit to you. You are my favored and I feel safest with you."

"I make you feel safe?" Donnie shook his head. "You're stronger than me. I think what it is, is that you don't feel threatened by me. I can't hurt you."

"So says the Nexus champion." Raph laughed, but it sounded sad. "You don't get it Donnie," he breathed. "You hold my heart. You're the one that can hurt me the most, but I know that you won't. Without you, I would be lost. If you weren't here, I would have left a long time ago and I would never have been able to get through what was done to me."

Something in what Raph said stirred up some long suppressed memories, but they remained vague and incomplete. An image flashed in Don's mind of an older scarred up Raph, full of pain, but it was gone quickly. "I'm here for you whenever you need me, forever." His hand drifted down Raph's arm and encountered his elbow pad. "You still have your gear on and you need a shower."

"Mm-hmm," was all Raph managed to respond before he began to gently snore.

Donnie was starting to think that his favorite place to sleep was on top of Raph with the gentle, rumbling snores of his lover soothing him. They fell asleep together and Donnie dreamed of a time that had not happened yet but that he feared to return to.