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Chapter Rating: R, for language, innuendo, and a mild sexual scene.
CHAPTER FOUR: There Had Better be a Heaven
He dodged right, then made a quick dart to the left, catching the katana aimed at his arm with both sais, pulling the weapon free from his opponent's grasps with a nimble twist. Only seconds after, the other katana lurched out at his ribs, but sharp reflexes developed from years of ninjitsu promptly kicked in, making him twist sharply and spin before using the blunt of his sai to knock his competitor down with a well-executed blow to the back of the head.
"Damn…!"
A self-satisfied smirk spread across Raphael's face, his brother's audible displeasure from being knocked to the floor a welcome sound. He and Leonardo had been sparring for a couple hours now, but Leonardo didn't seem quite up to par today, being caught off guard by several of Raphael's attacks. Raphael figured his lack of focus was probably due to what had happened earlier that week, a memory of the girl staring at him from across the table popping into his head.
"Raph, let's call it a day…I gotta head over to April's soon."
After giving an irked sigh he nodded, watching Leonardo climb to his feet and head into the sewer den, smiling to himself again when he saw his sibling rub the back of his sore head. Victory was his; Raphael had beaten his brother today with ease, and it felt good.
After stretching out his working muscles and doing a few dozen push-ups, Raphael scooped up his water bottle and headed toward the hall. His bladder was full, and as much as he had to go he froze when he reached the bathroom door. The warm scent of a watermelon-laced shampoo wafted out the door, followed by a hint of a body. Taking in a slow breath, he inhaled a fragrance that had to be the best way he could imagine a woman smelling.
God damn…how quickly he had forgotten about the way scents affected him.
Stepping into the bathroom, he closed the door behind him, the steam from the shower still swirling around and swimming with her smell. Whatever attraction to the girl he had been fighting now leapt forward from his body, devouring her aroma and imprinting on the scent. He felt his body reacting, and with a groan he forced it back.
He hated reacting like that. It always reminded him that there was still a wild animal inside…
After subduing his inner beast and finishing in the bathroom, Raphael headed for the kitchen. He was initially going to take a shower as well, but decided against it. Instead he turned on the fan in the bathroom, hoping that it would dissipate that alluring aroma enough to where he could shower and not lust at the same time.
"Donny…Donny look. You gotta look."
Raphael stopped abruptly upon entering the kitchen, his eyes widening at what was in front of him. Trying to stifle his laughter, Michelangelo was facing him on a stool, with Yin-colored hair on top of his head. He had made a temporary wig out of Yin's hair by having her stand behind him, back to back, and letting her hair drape over his head. Donatello was on the opposite side of the table, trying his best to look unimpressed. Raphael choked on his own laughter.
"…You look like Cher."
Yin was trembling with muffled giggles, trying her best to stand still. Michelangelo beamed, and pretended to brush his hair back.
"Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful."
The lisp he put onto his words finally got a smile out of Donatello.
"You tell him Mike; I'm here, and I'm queer, so get used to it."
"Psh, you know I'm fabulous."
By this time Michelangelo's hair had fallen off his head, due to Yin bent over the table, laughing. Donatello was almost in tears, covering his face as he tried to quiet himself. Raphael shook his head and headed for the fridge, his own laughter already dying off.
Michelangelo grinned ear to ear and eased back against the side of the table, his hands coming together comfortably behind his head. Shooting a gleeful smile at the girl giggling beside him, he turned to Raphael.
"Leo wants us to bring April down to talk to her. She can probably help Yin a lot more than we can. Donny and I are gonna leave for Aprils' in a minute…you wanna come?"
Raphael shook his head over the door of the fridge, reaching in and grabbing a soda.
"I reek. I'll catch up after a shower."
"A'right. Leo's already surface-side, so we'll be heading out now."
Nodding, Raphael watched as his brother hopped up and stretched, cracking the joints in his neck while Donatello reached for his Bo leaning against the wall. Mike crossed the kitchen and grabbed his and Donatello's mask, balling his brothers up and lobbing it at him before tying his tightly across his eyes, touching Yin on the shoulder shortly after.
"We'll only be gone a couple hours. Splinter'll keep ya company and probably offer you a chance to meditate with him, and Raph…well, he's Raph. Dunno if he's up for entertainin' ya."
The grinning Michelangelo chuckled when he heard Raphael snort, plodding out the kitchen doorway with Donatello, the girl following close behind them.
Shaking his head, Raphael headed for the shower, pulling his pads and weapons off along the way. Deciding that the scent had now lost its potency, Raphael set his stuff down and turned the shower head on. Stepping in, he let the water pressure drizzle water down his sore body. He pulled his mask free and tipped his head under the spray, rubbing the warm water around his face. Every now and then a breath of Yin's scent rushed his senses, and in the privacy of the shower he relished it, allowing the fragrance to wash over him.
Raphael was slowly realizing that, not only was he more than a little attracted to Yin but suppressing his attraction toward her was actually amplifying it, and it wasn't just the smell of her that was getting to him. The way she looked at him, when their eye's connected…it pulled at his curiosity. She was always somewhat distant and timid when it came to conversation, but he knew there was a fiery passion behind her demure persona. He found he enjoyed the challenge of her stubbornness, and getting her to submit and trust him was, for some reason, deliciously gratifying.
Or maybe he just hadn't been with a woman in a while.
After a few more moments of thought, he languidly washed the rest of himself, and patted himself dry. Yawning, Raphael stepped out of the bathroom, equipment in hand, and headed toward his room. Reaching the end of the hall, Raphael opened the door to his room, which was as dark as night due to the lack of windows. Carelessly he fumbled for the light switch next to the door, his fingertips feeling the brush of the lampshade before he flicked the light on. Instantly half of the room flooded with a dull yellow glow, the other half of the room still partially hidden in darkness; all his furniture's outline highlighted with almost a red line.
Haphazardly Raphael started pulling his pads on. Un-balling his bandana, he pulled it across his eyes and tied it tightly. It wasn't until he saw her move out of the corner of his eye before he finally noticed he wasn't alone in the room, his body tensing while he drew in a quick, startled breath. Eyes wide Raphael stared at her, his heart going a mile a minute, his thoughts racing as he put a hand to his chest.
"Jesus…you scared the hell outta—…"
He trailed off as he realized that she had been sitting there, in the dark, waiting for him…on his bed.
Raphael's jaw dropped.
His eyes finally began to focus in the dim light, the subtle features and angles of her face and body becoming more apparent. Swallowing hard, his large brown eyes immediately fell upon the narrow slit of her unbuttoned shirt, unveiling the ebony silk of her lacey panties and the naked flesh of her toned stomach, her small navel pierced and decorated with a jeweled ring. Gradually his attentive gaze traveled upward, devouring the barely exposed and shadowed valley between her ample breasts, the shirt open just enough to show just that and nothing more. The alluring thin opening of her undone shirt finally widened into a "V", the delicate contour of her faultless neck and bare shoulder shown to him, the collar of the jersey pulled down slightly to expose the pale skin. Raphael felt his groin grow hot and his body breakout into a cold sweat, his mouth agape as his eyes traced over the feminine lines of her face, their eyes connecting through the heavy wisps of flowing hair shadowing her face. Those rich, violet eyes glowed with a desire that he hadn't taken time to see before, his cheeks reddening from her focused attention on him.
Oh boy…
"Raphael…"
The noise that escaped her lips was barely above a whisper, but it was as melodious as a silver bell to him, a soothing murmur that hinted of a passionate desire. His eyelids grew heavy as her voice echoed in his head; no one has said his name so beautifully.
She said his name again.
"Raphael…come here."
His eyes sliding closed at the sound of her voice again, Raphael nodded, feeling like he was floating over to her rather than walking, sitting down on his bed, facing her. This was too good to be true…
Instantly his thoughts vanished, his eyes widening when he felt her hand on his face, her small, warm palm cupping his cheek while her other hand slid around his arm, bringing it to rest on her hip as she scooted over and straddled his lap. Raphael dropped a slow glance down to where she put his hand, catching a glimpse of her milky-white thighs open and wrapped around his waist. With a shaky sigh, his lame grip on her tightened for a moment, the fabric beneath his fingers wrinkling. He closed his eyes tightly; the only thing separating him from her naked body was this thin piece of cotton.
The thumping of his heart sounded as loud a thunder deep in his chest, and he prayed she couldn't hear it. He was frozen; afraid to move, afraid to touch, afraid to even breathe, gradually noticing every minor detail about her.
The sound of her soft breathing was strangely soothing, her mouth just below his chin… he could even hear her swallow. Her moving hands felt like fire on him, one of them finding the back of his neck, her fingers gently stroking in slow circles. The other hand rested on his shoulder, her palm sliding up and down the length of his bicep, her fingers tracing the lines of his contoured muscles. He could smell her hair, the mild fragrance of her shampoo…that same, enticing smell of watermelon. He took another deep breath, the delicious smell filling his senses…watermelon has never smelled so good.
"Do you trust me?"
"…Heh?"
"Do you trust me, Raphael?"
All Raphael could do was nod slowly, his eyes rolling back when he felt her moistened lips brush the flesh of his neck after she spoke, kissing the green flesh under his chin, the sensation sending chills down his spine. The muscles of his neck clenched, her gentle lips on him making the heat of his loins stiffen as she spoke.
"I trust you. I trust you with my life. Would you do something for me?"
Slowly, after a few moments of intoxicating silence, he found his voice.
"What's that?"
His eyes opened up just enough to look down at her.
"Will you take me?"
He wasn't sure if he heard what he had thought he heard.
"…What?"
"I want you to have me. I care for you…and I don't think it was an accident when you found me that night. I want you to touch me…to make this ache I feel for you in my body to go away. I've never had it before…and I want to share it with someone I trust. I respect. I want you to take me."
His head was swimming…but somewhere off in his mind a warning went off. The first...? She's offering herself to him, of all people. But, the alarm grew louder in his head, screaming at him -- he shouldn't be the first to have her, he shouldn't have her at all. Oh…he wants her so bad, though. It can't be wrong…it's not fair if it's wrong…if he can't…
"Please, Raphael…take me…"
They're two different people, two different species…it's dangerous to touch her, dangerous to even want her, to let her get close...but she felt so good. She was so beautiful…he must touch her…it hurts not to…
"Raphael…"
Her voice was almost a pained whine now; she was as hungry for him as he was for her. The pressure of her hands moving down his body made him draw in a sharp breath, feeling them slide back up slowly, rubbing over his chest plate before wrapping around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. Please don't, Raphael begged to himself, you're making this so hard…
"Raphael…please say something, do something…"
He felt himself pulsing to a point, pushing up painfully against the inside of his shell when she whimpered his name and pressed her lips against his. His entire body ached as he held himself back, her pleading murmurs in between kisses sending him into a daze. She leaned into him, coaxing him to touch her, almost begging, and Raphael shivered when he felt the swell of her breasts press against him.
His head was pounding…he mustn't allow himself to touch…it's dangerous…do not love back…
"…Raphael..."
Mustn't touch…mustn't allow yourself to love…"Please…touch me…"
Mustn't allow yourself to love…"Please, Rapha—"
"Stop. Please, just…just don't."
His command sounded forced and agonized when he pulled away from her, carefully tugging her arms free from around his neck and scooting down to the end of the bed, averting his eyes from her while he gaze woefully at the floor. The manhood throbbing between his legs ached; it burned…but he ignored it, his teeth clenched for control. Raphael could hear her heavy breathing, hear her voice cracking as she tried to keep her composure, her hands falling limply to her sides. He sighed.
"Yin, lookit us…we're different people, we're different-fucking species. You really think it's just that easy? Nothing good could come from this…"
Raphael felt his eyes rim with angry tears, her broken-hearted gaze on him making his discomfort worse. He stood abruptly, his muscular arms stiff at his sides. This felt so wrong…but it must be done. This isn't meant to be. She's a seventeen-year old girl…and he—…he's not human. He's a monster. This couldn't be right…
"…You should get dressed."
Raphael surprised himself, his voice sounding cold as he strode slowly toward his door, trying to keep the tears blurring his vision from falling, trying to keep from being weak. He grabbed his weapons and his hand found the cool metal of his door handle, turning the squeaky knob before stepping out into the lit hallway. He refused to look back, knowing what he'd see if he did. This is the way it should be…even if it'll kill off any compassion he had left inside.
Closing the door behind him, he stood still for a moment, his heart heavy, listening. Raphael squeezed his eyes shut, hearing her whimper softly, sobbing. Everything he'd just done, Raphael regretted…but it was too late. He couldn't change it now. Damn him…he was such a fucking fool.
Briskly he sauntered away, swearing under his breath as he wiped his eyes and strapped on his weapons.
"Oh…there had better be a heaven…"