Author's Note: Naturally we all know that I have no ownership whatsoever of Harry Potter and his fellow wizarding mates, or of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Original characters are mine.

Thank you Trickster32 and FireSenshi2 for your reviews.

FireSenshi2 – Aren't they? : - D (thought the end was heated, wait until this chapter)

Trickster32 – It just made sense where Severus was concerned. With him being a mutant and remembering how some species change from one gender to the other so is to help ensure procreation and furthering of the species. I am blaming Dumbledore reading the last bit of your review, lol, seems fitting in this fiction.

Warning; Even more extra adult content ahead.

Chapter Ten

Consensual

Severus spent the rest of the day hiding in his and Remus's room. He didn't want Splinter and the Turtles to see him in the condition he was in, and Remus wasn't about to force his partner to be even more uncomfortable. Severus may have calmed down enough, pleased in knowing Remus was sticking by him, but it still didn't fully wade away what the inner dealings in trying to cope.

"Is Severus okay?" asks Donatello.

"He's just not feeling the best right now," Remus answers the concerned five-year-old.

"Maybe if you made him some chicken noodle soup, he might feel better?" Michelangelo suggests. "Or I could make him a nice card?"

A small twinkle in Remus's eye, pats the boy's shoulder. "I am sure Severus would like the card," he says.

Michelangelo turns to Splinter. "May I use the nice markers, please?"

Splinter smiles. "Come with me, I'll help you get what you need."

It didn't take long, but all four Turtles were busy in the living area with the nice colour markers, coloured card paper and a few 'special occasion' items such as stickers and stamps. The twins were also each given a coloured card each and crayon, under the supervision of their father and Splinter, in their highchairs at the dining table.

"Am I allowed to know?" Splinter asks.

Remus pressed his lips together, partly biting his lower lip. He knew their friend had uncanny senses in 'knowing' if something was off. But then... he was a Rat after all!

"I won't go into the deeper details, only that Severus is a particular phase and we don't know how long it's going to last," Remus answers carefully.

Splinter understood just from that sentence alone on what his friend meant.

"Meaning a phase that bought your daughters into existence?"

Remus nodded, not really looking at his friend, for he was uncertain of things himself; perhaps not as much as Severus, but in other ways.

"What do you intend to do?" Splinter asks.

"We don't know," said Remus. "Severus really does not want to become pregnant again. I don't blame him."

"What about you?"

"I will support and back what Severus wants to do, as it's not me that has to worry about carrying children," Remus replies truthfully, looking at his two daughters, knowing just how hard it had been for his partner, deepening his understanding for the man's distress on being so confused right now.

"But in the meantime, your partner needs you, work this phase out, am I correct in this assumption?"

"And I him," Remus slightly embarrassed to admit. "Severus starts his new job in five days; I don't know what to do to help him out of what's going on in his head right now."

"Well, you know I am able to handle your daughters just as well as my boys," Splinter goes to say. "Why don't I take them on my Lair, in New York, until the thirty-first of August? It's now, what? The twenty-eighth? Give you as much time as you need to help your partner without the distraction from the children?"

"We couldn't -"

Splinter interjects kindly. "That's why I offered it, because I knew you wouldn't, but you and I both know Severus needs help where can, right now. As someone who cares very deeply for your family, being, in many ways, part of my own, I wish to contribute in that help. I have minded your daughters on many occasions over these past number of months; you know my sons are careful and helpful. A little too helpful at times, but I'm with an army of bigger brothers who love the girls just as much as I. We can leave before the sun is down here. Time adjustment for a bit, but, nothing we are not used to."

Remus thought about it, before agreeing to the offer.

"Thank you, Splinter," he then says, appreciatively.

Splinter rests his hand on Remus's forearm. "We're family. Family help each other out."

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Light lips on his forehead woke Severus up from his light sleep, he sees Remus in the bed beside him.

"Wha...?" he went to panic when he saw how darkened the room had gotten.

He bolted up desperate to see what the time was, he saw the sun hadn't fully disappeared behind the distant in from his view point of the window, but enough to display that it was evening.

"Hey, hey, hey," Remus sooths, sitting right up as well and getting a hold of his partner, getting him to look at him. "It's all right, Severus."

"Why is it so quiet? The kids aren't already in bed are they?" Severus finally sees the time; 5:47pm.

"Splinter has Athena and Freya in his care for the next few days, while it's just you and me," Remus answers.

"Why would you do that for?"

"It was Splinter who offered. He figured it out and, without giving out too much, knew that you needed me to help you through this."

Remus saw the guilt starting to rise in his partner, doing his best to not start trembling or crying again. Severus couldn't help it. He wanted to get it together, but this wave upon wave.

What is wrong with me, he thought to himself.

Nothing is wrong with you!

Severus shot his gaze up at Remus, surprised.

"I heard your thoughts," Remus places a gentle hand on Severus's cheek. "Whether you intended to let me in, or not. I heard it."

Against the beams left of the sun peeping in and the lamps that were on, Severus was shimmering brilliantly. Remus felt himself bulge within his pants at the alluring sight, but did his best to ignore it.

"Then why aren't you pushing me down and climbing on to me? Inserting yourself inside me? It's what you want to do, isn't it? Be inside? Like last time? I'm still naked and ready for you! If there is nothing wrong with me... why aren't you forcing yourself on to me to make me have your offspring? I know you want more... I've seen you thinking about it, wondering if maybe... maybe..."

Remus shushes Severus with soft fingers to his lips, shaking his head. Patient. Loving.

"What would it prove if I forced my way upon you?" he asks, moving the fingers away. "You are the one who is in control of this, not EWA, certainly not me. Doesn't matter what happened back then. Well... it does, but I hope you understand what I mean? There is no one here to tell force that side out of you. No one to force us have sex." He then places a tender hand on Severus's abdomen, Severus rests his own hand on his partner's one. "No one to make you carry my children. I will not force you into that position, Severus."

"But what if we end up back there and they make you do it?"

"I'll just make sure I'm in your arse if they do," said Remus, without needing to think on it.

"But -"

Remus again stops him. "I mean it! When it comes to this matter, you call the shots. You want me to get in that opening and give brothers and sisters to our daughters, I'll do it; if all you want to do is just relieve the tension that I can feel coming from you now, without going there, I'll oblige. Same goes if you do not want to be touched.

"If we were to ever end up that shithole again, even though it would be under a different name, forced to do what we had to do to each other, as I said before, I will make sure I am in your arse. Heck... I'll let you in mine if that will help."

"You know you enjoy it when I get my way with you," Severus says, unable to help the shrewd wit in his tone and slight smile.

"That got you smiling!"

Severus lowers his eyes, wiping the smile away. Remus sighs a little, once again feeling the tug of his own instincts, seeing Severus's display of scales, beckoning to him to play. Severus felt his partner's internal tugs toward him, giving his all to suppress himself.

"Look, we know that there is an end period to this. All females...and some respective males... have a set time for this, do they not?"

"I suppose," said Severus, still not looking at Remus.

"Give me something to work with to help you," Remus hoped he didn't sound like he was begging and trying to look in his partner's eye, but he could see and feel everything that Severus was projecting in the terms of still trying to cope.

Severus thought about it. He was still not used to anyone trying to help him. Not when his parents were at each other's throats, not when he was being beaten, tormented... Remus knew this, which is why he was patient, not pushing, but still doing his best to get Severus to see that he has as much right to being comforted and helped as anyone else.

Pressing his tongue against his lips, then pressing them together, Severus slowly looks up at Remus;

"Give me a moment, while I start the shower, please?" he requests voice shaking a little.

Remus moves away to allow Severus to get off the bed, head to the en-suite. Seconds later, he hears the water running, hitting the tiles. Remus reaches over to the bedside table, opening up one of the draws and taking out a small container, before starting to undress and make his way to join Severus.

He finds Severus sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, legs opened... seeing his fingers exploring... familiarising. Remus steps over, kneels in front of him, he could feel that the water was cushioning against the hardness of the tiles, he knew that was Severus's doing. 'Why not use your ability to help your own comfort?' He would say.

Remus could also see why Severus wanted to be in the water, his scales, his gills, even though he wasn't submerging them, looked as though they were alive, blaring right at his partner, yearning for him.

He leans in and they deeply kiss, Remus listening for the cues and wants, Severus guiding him through his desires, still with slight hesitation, for there were moments when Severus would start to become demanding, wanting Remus to enter that particular area, to which Remus would only play with the opening with the head of his penis and fingers, knowing his partner would calm down in a moment or so of the heated seconds of this. He would even travel down and lick the entire area, sucking on him, tasting him, fuelling his own wants in the meantime.

Severus could sense when Remus's own control would near come out of control, so he would switch on him, fondle him, blow him, and fuck him. Using their specially invented lubricant to make their sex life enjoyable – which is way better than going in raw or using their own spit and pre-cum to ease on in.

It was unclear how long they were at each other for, but it did end with Severus moving into a position to allow Remus to enter him.

"Are you sure?" Remus whispers.

Severus, slightly shaking, nods. "Just don't let me get pregnant..."

Making sure Severus was watching him do, Remus pops open a little second that was in the lid of the container, pulling out a little shiny square packet, tearing it open, revealing a condom.

"You know I always wear these before I push into you, wanting to respect your wishes. I still do, even with this new revelation to your mutation," he soothes, when Severus went into a mix of relief and looking a little worried on what Remus truly thought about the idea of wearing a rubber. "But I am going to ask this of you again. Do you want this?"

To answer, Severus places a little bit of the lube cream on to his fingers and eases it along his partner's erect length, allowing the condom to slip on without trouble, making sure it was comfortable. Remus gently replaces Severus back into position, adding a little more lube.

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All that night and well into the next two days, they went at each other, Remus continuing to follow Severus's lead, and only stopping where needed to. Each time Remus was allowed to go further, (always with a condom), the more Severus got not only used this different section, but enjoyed it.

"Your colours have faded, nearly blending back into your fair skin colour," Remus whispers, on the morning of the thirtieth of August, peering down at Severus, brushing strands of hair out of the way of his partner's face. "How are you feeling now?"

Severus cups Remus's cheek with his hand, ebony eyes on his blue. Remus saw just how much more relaxed, calmer, more 'himself' he appeared.

"Still worried," Severus admits.

Remus lowers and rests his forehead on Severus's, their eyes closing, noses nearly touching.

"I know, Sev. But, you know now, we know now. The length of which this goes for, at least."

"But not how often this will occur," Severus mutters.

"Something we will soon find out, I am sure," says Remus. "We will get through when it does, just like everything else we've come up against."

Severus, feeling a sneaky hand going along his thighs, spread them to allow for it, knowing exactly where it was going. When the fingers couldn't find what they were looking for.

"It closed over during somewhere after midnight," Severus says, with amusement in his tone, but also a small hint of sadness, too. "I'm not pregnant." That was a voice of knowing, and definitely pleased.

Remus brushed his lips on Severus's, and then whispers something into his hear. Severus laughs softly.

"Oh, go on!" he tells Remus.

Grinning, Remus gladly followed through with Severus's permission to be a little rough...

I had a feeling when I wrote the last chapter, it wasn't fully over with this particular scenario, so felt it had to be added.