One Night Stand

Warning: Graphic child abuse

*Evil laugh* Mwahahahaha! I decided not to be so nice with the cliffhangers this time… In fact, I'm downright MEAN! LOL Don't hate me. ;) But because of that, these chapters vary in length a lot more than my other book did. If you didn't read "Principles", you want to read that one first. This is set a few months after that. I didn't MEAN to write a sequel. It just kinda happened. LOL

Oh, and I need to set one thing straight with Raph fans before I start this:

I am not trying to be mean or cruel, nor do I hate Raphael (if you know me, you'll know that's FAR from the truth LOL). This piece is in response to well-placed criticism over Raph & Kat's 2 week courtship (and also because the idea blindsided me during a 2 hour drive and the more I thought about it, the more it sounded like a good story). To those of you following this little "bet" of mine, Part 1 (which I'm posting as its own entity) is not part of it. It merely sets the stage for Part 2, which WILL be. (I tried to skip this preliminary stuff, but it's just too important.) Part 2 should be done shortly. I've been working on that one at the same time I'm finishing this.

At any rate, enjoy.

And don't hate me. ;)

They say I'm crazy, I really don't care
That's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty, But I don't give a damn
Getting girls is how I live

-Bobby Brown
"My Prerogative"

RAPHAEL:

My first time was in a dark alley, up against the wall with a girl who was high on mescaline. I never knew her name and she didn't know mine. To me, it was the only way to go. Wouldn't have had it any other way. If she ever did remember me, she probably figured I was only a hallucination. I don't think it even occurred to her that I wasn't human.

Why'd I do it like that? Now, that gets complicated. See, I'd always questioned authority. But it wasn't until I was seventeen that I actually challenged the people who set the rules. It was Leo who bore the brunt of it. Leo had to be stupid. He had to stick his nose where it didn't belong. Someone once put it that my relationship with him "crumbled". That's bullshit. My relationship with him didn't crumble- it exploded with the force of a nuclear bomb and left nothing standing for miles around. After a while, it got to the point where I hated him. But you know that, don't you? You must remember that. Hell, you helped put a stop to it.

I guess the reason I lashed out at Leonardo was just because he was the only one who posed a real threat. Once I realized that I was no longer a child, Splinter couldn't do anything to stop me and he didn't bother to try. I'm glad he didn't, 'cause I would've hated him too. But what could he do, anyways? Make me do backflips? Ground me? He could chain me to the kitchen table and I would have still found a way to do what I wanted. He knew it. So he gave up on me, more or less.

That's not to say that he approved. Oh no, far from it. He let me know exactly how he felt. And I politely and respectfully told him to shove his advice up his ass and let me live my life. I don't know why I ever did that. He was always there for me, and that was how I repaid him. Just one more thing to prove that I'm a jackass. But hell, what else is new? I've been proving that over and over again my whole life.

I guess Splinter could've kicked me out. Lord knows Leo wanted to. But he never did. He just looked on, disapprovingly. And I avoided him. Our relationship crumbled. Yes, crumbled. Not exploded. I never hated him. But I didn't love him like I should have. I wasn't even there when he died. But you know that, too. Hell, you know more about me than anyone.

Sometimes I think you knew me better than I knew myself. Did you see it coming, when the world went to hell? When I sent it there? I sure as hell wasn't prepared for all that. Sure, I knew it was rough. But I never realized how rough until it blindsided me with the force of a Mack truck. Guess I'm still recovering from that concussion, which must be why I'm writing this. Can't think of any other reason. It's not like I can change the past by talking about it.

I was a stupid teenager. All teens are entitled to make some mistakes, but I was exceptionally idiotic. I think part of it was because I didn't have the freedoms that most kids my age did. I took what I could get. For the first few months that I was sexually active, I looked for the quick fixes. I figured there was no danger to me if she was too high or drunk to remember what had happened. There were a few names that stuck in my mind; for what reason, I don't know. Most of them, I never saw again. I never felt the need. Then, when I was nineteen, I met her...

DONATELLO:

It took me a minute to figure out what they were fighting about. It started in the kitchen, and escalated as they moved through the lair. I glanced at the clock, and was glad we didn't have neighbors to worry about. They wouldn't be too happy about all this yelling at 10:00 at night.

"Nothing's gonna happen, Leo," Raphael shot. "Geez, you're paranoid."

"And we couldn't get ahold of you if something did! Hard to prepare for anything when we never know whose bed your sleeping in."

Raph spun to face him and pointed a finger at his chest. "You have no fucking right to...!"

"To what, Raph, point out the truth?"

Mike and I exchanged tired glances and I sighed, wishing there was somewhere I could go where I couldn't hear them. The fighting was almost constant now, since Raphael had started going out every night. Leo didn't like the fact that he was gone any more than he liked the daily hangovers that made Raph sleep in until noon and miss practice. I couldn't say I blamed Leonardo for being upset, but I was not impressed by the shouting matches that had been meant to resolve the problem.

"You have no business commenting on my personal life!" Raphael yelled.

"And you have no business neglecting your responsibilities to..."

"I outta kick your ass, Leo, you know that?"

"Iie!" Splinter interrupted them, stepping into the room. "This stops now!"

They both turned and looked at him. Leo's fists unclenched almost immediately, obedient to his sensei. Raphael was not so cooperative. He glared at Master Splinter for a moment before pushing past Leonardo. For all that he was, he was not so disrespectful as to argue with Splinter. He knew better than that. Leo wasn't the only one who would step up if he made any move to hurt our father.

"I'm going out," he called over his shoulder.

"No you're not," Leonardo informed him. I cringed. Why couldn't he just let it lie? We all knew he couldn't stop him. "We need you."

"For what? To sit here and take orders that…"

"If the foot clan is back, we all need to be on our guard."

"Domo arigatou gozaimas," he bowed sarcastically, "for that word of advice." (AN: Thank you very much.)

Leo, for once, mirrored the satire. "Do itashimashite." (AN: You're welcome.)

The volcano erupted. "Fuck you!"

"I wasn't the one who…!"

"Enough!" Splinter cut them off again.

"Enough what?" Raphael challenged. "Enough of this fucking bullshit about...?"

"Don't you dare speak to...!"

"You shut the fuck up!" Raphael yelled at Leo. Leo fell silent, but his eyes screamed in anger and indignation. Raphael turned to Splinter. "I'm tired of this preparation crap when we haven't heard from the foot or Shredder in over three months!"

"It never hurts to be prepared," Leo shot at him.

"I thought I told you to...!"

Raph drew weapons. Mike and I sprang to attention. Arguing was one thing. But weapons were against the rules.

"Leave!" Splinter ordered Raph, his voice ringing with authority. "Just leave."

Raphael looked at him, then back at Leo. He replaced his sais. "Stay the hell out of my personal life, Leo," he warned. "It's none of your fucking business."

SASHA:

6:00 on a Wednesday night, and he was here. He sat in the dark corner, at the same table he always did. He'd slipped in through the door and retreated to the darkness before anyone could get a good look at him. In the three weeks I'd been watching him, I hadn't yet caught a glimpse of his face. He sat back in the corner in a trenchcoat and hat, waving occasionally at the waitress but otherwise just observing the scene quietly.

I ran my fingers along the outside of the cool glass resting on the bar, and the tiny droplets of water ran together as they trickled down. I glanced once more at the dark figure. He watched disinterested as a couple nearby began necking, kissing passionately in the darkness. They were both drunk, and both lost in another world. The figure raised a beer to his lips again and turned his attention to a girl who was tripping over her own two feet as she tried to walk across the bar. She was his type, I knew. I was not. That didn't make any difference to me. He'd intrigued me from the start, and that was what I cared about.

I stood and walked through the smoke-filled room, my high-heel shoes clicking on the floor. The man didn't look up as I approached. "Hi," I greeted. No answer. He kept his face turned away from me. "You alone?"

Still, he didn't reply. I sat down in the chair next to him. "Of course you are," I smiled. "You're alone every night you come here."

He was rude. But I'd expected that. I wasn't the first one to try and talk to him. He never said much. Women either gave up or, if they were smashed enough to interest him, they left the bar together. He didn't want them if they weren't drunk, and I never saw him with the same girl twice. Sporadic, impulsive… exciting. It had taken me weeks to work up the nerve to talk to him.

"I've been watching you for a while," I mumbled. "You're here almost every night."

It was perfectly obvious that he wanted me to leave. Normally, I would have complied already. "I'm Sasha. You have a name?" I pressed, hoping to break the stalemate.

A long silence followed the question. "Raphael," he finally answered.

I smiled. Ha! "So you can talk," I grinned.

"Yes."

He kept his head turned away from me. Shy? Somehow, I found that hard to believe. Hiding something was more like it. "Whaddaya say we get out of here?" I invited.

A long silence. "And go where?" he challenged.

I smiled. "My apartment's not far."

He sighed deeply and shifted, but kept his head turned. "Look, babe, I'm not what you think I am," he mumbled.

"How do you know what I think?" I shot back.

Finally, he turned. I caught a glimpse of his face under the hat. He wasn't... human. But somehow, I wasn't startled. Maybe I'd had more to drink than I thought. "You are different," I grinned. He looked away again. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Right," he mumbled under his breath.

I reached out and brushed my fingers over his arm, feeling only the jacket that covered it. "I'd like to see what you look like under that coat," I whispered. "If you're not too busy."

He turned to me and I saw him look me over. "What's in it for me?" he demanded.

I grinned. "I dunno, Raphael. What do you want?" As if I didn't already know…

RAPHAEL:

"So are you the lonely executive type?" I questioned as we stepped into her apartment.

She closed the door behind her and locked it. "Why would you ask that?" she questioned, hanging her keys on the wall. She kicked her shoes into the closet.

"Go to a bar in a business suit?" I challenged. "You just got off of work."

She reached behind her head and let her light brown hair down. It spilled onto her shoulders. "Yeah," she smiled. "So?"

I didn't bother to answer her. I looked around the living room. Leather furniture. Nice. This place screamed "expensive". Of course, the fact that she drove a Ferrari had prepared me for that. "Where do you work?" I questioned.

"I'm a receptionist for my father's business," she told me. "I'm also a model."

I looked her over again, now that there was enough light to actually see her. She looked like a model. About 5'8, blonde highlights, 32-22-34 maybe, with manicured nails and darkly tanned skin. "And you afford all this on your own?"

She studied me for a moment. "No," she finally answered casually. "I'm married." I knew that. I was just wondering if she was going to lie to me. "Does that bother you?"

I shrugged. "Should it?"

"No. He's out of the country anyhow."

"Mmm," I acknowledged, inspecting an expensive-looking black and gold lamp. The décor in the room was all black and gold, with a few hints of red. Nice.

"So why am I here?" I asked.

She approached me gracefully and pulled at the tie that held my jacket closed. "Take your coat off," she invited. "Stay a while."

She slid the jacket off my shoulders, running her fingers over the muscles in my arm. "Wow," she breathed as her fingers trailed over my biceps. "What, exactly, are you?"

"You gonna answer my question?" I repeated.

Her light blue eyes met mine. "Something new," she whispered. "Exciting. Why shouldn't I be interested in you?"

She pressed me back to the wall as the jacket fell and I instinctively slipped my hand around her waist, pulling her warm body to me. She stared up at me, her eyes flashing. "Wanna have some fun?" she breathed.

I grinned back at her, feeling a twinge of excitement between my legs. "Maybe."

Her hands roamed over me and her eyes flashed. "Tell me, Raphael. How do you do it?"

I smiled. "Any way you want it."

She giggled and rubbed her leg against mine, her skirt riding higher. Her fingers traced my lips. "I've never been with anyone like you," she confessed.

"That's not surprising."

"Guess you're gonna have to drive, 'cause I don't know how."

I smiled and kissed her. Gladly. She melted into me and my fingers slipped between us, expertly flicking over her blouse and undoing the buttons one at a time. Her bra was white lace and opened in the front. I unclasped it and pushed the lace off of her breasts, cupping them in my hands. She rolled her shoulders and the clothes fell to the floor.

She stepped back and I looked over her, appraising her body. She was hot. She went tanning, and I could tell. She had no tan-lines. Her breasts were firm and high. Probably implants. Shit, I didn't care what they were. She was hot as hell.

"Like what you see?" she teased.

I smiled at her. "Take that off," I nodded toward her skirt.

Without hesitation, she unzipped the back of the skirt and slid it down over her hips. I watched as she stripped and stood before me, naked. Grinning, she raised her arms above her head and turned, showing off her gorgeous body. "Nice," I approved.

She draped her arms over my shoulders and pressed her warm breasts hard against my chest. I held her body tightly, taking possession of her mouth.

LEONARDO:

The bokken flew from my hands and nunchucks came dangerously close to my knuckles. He pulled just short of connecting and Donatello swept at my feet. I saw it coming, but had no time to react. I fell on my back and cringed as the world faded out of focus for a moment. When I opened my eyes, Donny and Mike were both standing over me.

"You alright, bro?" Michaelangelo asked, offering me a hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. "You don't seem yourself today."

"I'm fine," I mumbled.

"Why don't you take five, Leo?" Donny suggested. "You don't look so hot."

Instinctively, I wanted to protest. But I realized that he was right. I needed a break. I left the training room and headed for the kitchen, passing Raphael's closed door. He wasn't there anyway. He was out at a bar, or maybe with a woman. I didn't know. I would've liked to say I didn't care, but I did. I couldn't help but worry about him. I grabbed the gallon of water off the counter and poured a glass of it. Then I leaned forward on the counter, hanging my head. The full glass rested between my hands.

"What troubles you, my son?"

The voice didn't really startle me, but I hadn't been expecting it. I hadn't seen him come in. I glanced over and sighed. "I'm worried about Raphael," I answered, being totally honest. I knew that if anyone could understand, it would be Master Splinter.

I turned and jumped up to sit on the counter, next to the glass. "I just keep thinking he's gonna get himself killed out there, just being stupid." He nodded slightly and I sighed. "I mean, if the Foot is back, and they catch him sometime when he's drunk..."

"I know," he whispered. "But you must not take responsibility for his actions. He alone can decide his fate."

I felt rage building inside of me. "He's so arrogant," I growled. "He won't listen even when he knows I'm right."

Splinter's hand rested on my knee. "You are angry, Leonardo," he observed calmly.

"Yes," I admitted, ashamed of my reaction. I turned away.

"Do not allow anger to consume you. It will only cloud your judgement."

I closed my eyes and breathed deep. "Hai, sensei."

Damn you Raphael, I thought to myself, unable to shake the worry and frustration. Goddamn your arrogance!

SASHA:

Gasping, I stared up at the ceiling as he rolled off of me. "That was incredible," I breathed.

"Mmm," he mumbled in reply.

I turned to him, pressing hard against his muscled arm. He was breathing hard, but not nearly as hard as I was. He was amazing! So strong… I'd never come so many times in one hour. And he wasn't even human! What exactly was he, anyway?

"I like your body," I breathed, tracing along the grooves in his plastron. "It's different."

He smiled faintly. "I like your body too."

I snuggled close to him, my body still reacting to the multiple orgasms he'd taken me through. "What, exactly, are you? How did you get like this?"

He sighed. "That's a long story."

"Can you tell me?" I begged.

"I don't want to talk right now, okay?" he shot back.

He was being rude again. But damn if that sex wasn't worth it!

"If I fall asleep," I whispered. "Will you be here when I wake up?"

"No," he answered simply.

"Why not?"

He glanced at the clock. "I gotta get back. Before my brother freaks out and comes looking for me."

I looked up at him. "You don't seem like the type who would really care."

He sighed. "Well, I do have to live with the guy."

I pressed my lips to his neck. "Will I ever see you again?" I asked.

"Why? Do you want to?"

"Yeah."

He was quiet for a moment. "I'll be around," he assured me.

"How will I find you?"

"You'll be able to find me. It's not like there's a lot of places I can go where they won't try and ID me."

"Mmm," I acknowledged. "Maybe we should make a date."

He seemed to consider the proposal for a moment. "I don't date," he finally answered.

"Why not?"

"I don't want the hassle."

I reached down and slipped my fingers under his shell, brushing against tender, vulnerable skin. "I'd make it worth your while," I promised as he hardened under my touch.

He glanced at me and smiled slyly. I grinned back, raking lightly over his skin. "No," he mumbled, sounding amused. "But nice try."

I wrapped my fingers around his hard member and squeezed gently. "You sure?"

He grabbed my wrist and held me tightly as he captured my mouth in a heated kiss. I felt him move over me again, handling me roughly. Good god, was he ready to go again? He pinned me to the bed and I realized that he was. God, how could he be? It hadn't even been five minutes! He bit my neck gently and I moaned as I opened my legs for him again.

SPLINTER:

"Raphael."

He stopped, and turned to me. "What are you still doing up?" he demanded. "It's almost two in the morning."

"Yes," I answered softly. "I know."

He glanced toward his room, and then back at me. He was considering his options, and at great length, he walked to where I was sitting. "Did I do something?" he sighed. He was expecting a lecture.

"Sit, Raphael."

He sighed as he sank to the floor in front of me. I could almost hear his thoughts. I'm not twelve anymore... And he was not. He had changed a great deal in these few years.

He smelled of alcohol and perfume, and I did not have to ask where he had been. I knew I could not change him. He had to change himself. But if I could provide the much-needed incentive for that change, it was my duty to do so. "I fear I may not be with you much longer," I sighed.

He studied me carefully, his face void of emotion. "Why do you say that?"

I closed my eyes and breathed deep, taking the stale air into my lungs. "I am tired," I sighed. "And I am ready to leave this life." When I opened my eyes again, I saw his expression unchanged. "But I must know, Raphael. Have you found love with her?"

He seemed startled. "Who?"

"The woman whose perfume you smell of."

He tensed, and looked away. "I never said I was looking for love."

"No," I agreed. "You did not. But your actions speak much louder than your words."

"What actions?" he challenged. "You know nothing about my life."

I saw then that I would not reach him. He was hardened by his anger, as much as I had tried to prevent such damage throughout the course of his life. "For almost twenty years, I have wished one thing for you," I sighed. "That you would find peace. And in my departure, I would like to know that you are on your way to finding that peace."

He said nothing, but his eyes fell. He would not talk to me, I knew. At one point, not so long ago, he would have told me how he felt. And while he was not always completely honest, I could at least rest assured that if he had a significant problem, that I would hear of it. But more recently, he had told me nothing. And I knew he would tell me nothing now…