Chapter Two: Monster
I'm in the lair, in my room, waiting for her text. I set my phone aside on the nightstand made out of metal wires that Donnie created when he was ten. He gave it to me for my birthday and I kept it ever since. I look back at my phone, still nothing. I make sure that it's on and not on silent.
"Arrggghh!" I slam my fist on my bed. Hopefully no one heard that. It's way too late at night and I don't want Splinter to come and check on me. I get up and walk around, thinking if maybe she doesn't want me to come by tonight. Is she tired of it already? Does she want to end it? Did I satisfy her enough? I don't know the answers to those questions that are running in my head, giving me a headache. I think I'm sick. I glance at the glass-broken clock. It's past 1AM. Maybe she fell asleep.
"Damn it." Why would she even want me to be in her life? Is she crazy? What could I possibly give her that a human male cannot? I'm just a—monster. What could I do for her, but give a life of emptiness, loneliness, and nothingness. I stride foward and open the steel door and walk out to the kitchen. It's all quiet. Good, no one is up. Usually, I would find Mickey grabbing a midnight snack; cookies and a tall glass of milk. He's never gonna grow up. I walk to the fridge and open it. I find nothing appetizing. Just some leftover cartons of Chinese food, ketchup—are those boiled eggs? Gross. I close it. Maybe there're some chips somewhere. I look throughout the cupboards. Nothing.
"Damn." I move over to the living room and sit on the pizza made couch. I turn on the TV and immediately put it on mute and put on the closed captions. There's nothing on, typical. I switch the channels until I settle on a movie. I've seen this movie several times; The Dark Knight. It's at the part where the Joker is at a fancy party and has Rachel in his arms as a sharp blade is penetrating her cheek while the crowd is frozen with fear. I begin to think about April. How she has changed my life since the moment I met her on the rooftops with my brothers. I remember the way she saw me. She thought I was a hideous freakish monster, as Rachel sees the Joker. I could see it in her eyes. The way she was gasping for air through the state of shock she was facing, the way she fainted. I admit, I did feel something towards her and I still do. I begin to remember on the first night together as the movie plays on.
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After the whole ordeal of basically saving New York from Shredder and Sachs, I decide to visit April behind my brothers' back. Leo told us that we should not approach April unless she initiates it first. We don't want her to be faced with problems because of us. I didn't listen to him of course. I went out of the lair, towards her place late at night. I need to see her. Something about her makes me want to go towards her, like a moth to a flame or a lion to its prey.
I reach her apartment. I track it down from the GPS Donnie had installed on her phone. We just want to keep tabs on her. She is our first human friend after all. I go up the fire escape to her window. It's dark inside. The curtains are pulled back, and I can barely see her bed. It's empty. Should I go in? I decide to wait outside until I see her coming in.
After a good ten minutes of waiting, I see the lights turn on. Her door of her bedroom is open; the light from the living room appears through. I hear a door slam shut. Heavy footsteps come louder and louder. She appears as the bedroom door is forcefully pushed open, which made it hit the wall loud enough for me to hear from outside. She looks angry, frustrated, and down. Should I even bother her? She throws her over-sized purse on her bed and starts to take off her shoes, coat, scarf…Wait, she's undressing herself!
I should definitely head back, but I can't look away. She is shimming out of her tight jeans. I notice her panties. They're red laced. Her long milky legs are shaped nicely; her rump is nicely rounded as her hips are slightly outward showing an hour-glass shape. She then begins to take off her black tight V-neck t-shirt. Her breasts are spilling out of her brassiere. They're round, firm, but look ever so soft. Her bra is plain black with a little red bow between the cups. I can't stop staring at her beauty. My face begins to flush as my groin begins to throb. No, I cannot act like this. I'm invading her privacy. I have to leave before she finds me.
I turn to jump down, until I hear my phone ring—loudly. I immediately gather it and turn it off. Still, I'm too late. I hear the window slide upward. I turn to face her, and then I glance down and up at her. She's not covered.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She doesn't seem annoyed, just confused.
"I-I jus' came by to check up on…ya." My voice falters. I desperately try to look anywhere but her.
"Do you want to come in?" I look at her surprisingly.
"R-really?" She nods and steps away from the window. I climb in and shut the window behind me. I turn and see her walk towards her closet to grab a light yellow silk robe. She puts it on to my disappointment.
"So, what's up? Are your brothers and Splinter okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine." We stand in awkward silence.
She then goes to the bed and sits down. She looks at me and pats the bed, signaling for me to sit down by her. I go, hesitantly. The bed sinks as I sit. I don't look at her but the wall straight in front of me. I feel her shift to face me. She places her petite hand on my left bicep. I turn to face her, only to notice her cleavage. I try to look away, but I couldn't. I finally look up to her face. She stares at her hand on my shoulder.
"Raph, I can't take it anymore." I frown.
"What're ya talkin' 'bout April?" I hope she doesn't mean what I think she means.
"Oh, Raph it's nothing like that." She reads my mind as if she had known me for years. Oh that's right, she kinda has.
"What I mean is, I need a break from work. It's literally killing me! I need to find an over the top story that will save my ass. Apparently, the Shredder and Sachs story is old news." I want to help her, to console her, to hold her tight in my arms. All I do is pat her gently on the head.
"There, there April. Umm…I'm sure ya gonna get sum-thin'." She lets out a breath.
"I know, I'm just frustrated. My boss thinks I'm an idiot. My co-workers don't take me seriously and Vern always tries to take me out on dates—" What? That human nerd is bothering her? How dare he, when she's mine—.
"Ya want me to pummel him?" I raise my right fist to make my point clear. She giggles.
"That's sweet, but I can handle it myself, but thanks though." Her hand starts to rub my bicep in slow circles. She stares at me with those sparkly, bright sky-colored eyes.
She starts leaning in. Before I could comprehend what's going on, she puts her luscious red lips onto my thin, wide, scaly ones.
We're kissing! I'm freaking out, but let her do what she wants. She moves amazingly. Am I doing this right? She's leading as I'm following.
She pulls apart and pushes me back onto the bed and moves to go on top of me, still having her bra and panties on. She reaches back and unclasps her bra; she pulls it down and tosses it aside. I stare like an idiot. They are bigger than I thought they would be. They are rounder and fuller. I reach up, but pull back. Should I even be doing this right now? She grabs my hand and puts in on her breast. I freeze. My face is on fire. She lets go. I look at her as she gives a small smile, giving me her permission. My over-large hand makes it difficult to massage it. With my fingers I lightly squeeze it. She moans. I squeeze again. She then reaches up to grab her own breast, opposite to the one I'm awkwardly holding. She squeezes it harder than I did. She's showing me how to do it right.
My groin starts to ache and I accidentally buck and sigh pleasurably.
"Please, Raphael. I want you. I need you." She moans as we continue to the night full of fumbling, lustful pleasure. I need you, baby I'm not a monster.
I wake up, it's close to sunrise. My arms are wrapped around her. Her head is on my plastron, still sleeping. I can't comprehend on what just happened several hours ago. I gave her my virginity. For twenty-one years, I never thought I would give it away. I always thought that I would keep it for the rest of my life.
The scene appears before me; when the kisses became more heated, when she took off all her lingerie, when she got on top of me, when I refused to let her look at my body, but promises that she would not judge or recoil. She made me into a man that night and I will never forget that, although many thoughts came into mind. What's our relationship now? Will this night be forgotten? Will she see me again? Will she regret being with a monster? The thought of me sliding in and out of her comes to mind again. The way she wraps her legs around me while gripping my shoulders, wanting me to go faster and harder as she moans my name. I want this. I want this to last forever, to tell her that I'm not really a monster, that I could give her a life of happiness. That would be lies though. I could never do that to her. I close my eyes again, not caring about the missed calls and messages on my phone or that when I go back to the lair the Hashi would be greeting me with open arms.
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I turn off the TV as the scene of Rachel being strapped down on a chair, claiming her love to Harvey flashes off and I go back to my room. I check my phone once more before I go to sleep. My lips turns upwards instantly as I see that she finally texts me.
Sorry, I just got off work. Stupid boss:( Want to come over and keep me company?
I text her back quickly.
If you're tired, maybe I could come over tomorrow. I didn't want to disturb her in which it could lead her to finding me bothersome.
I need you
I stare at her response. My heart starts pounding. She needs me? Of course she does, she wants to release her sexual tension on me, a mutant turtle. Though, I could also release some tension. Ever since we started his secret relationship, I feel that our relationship has started to grow more than just physical needs. I truly care for her. I would risk my life just for her to be safe. I'm not sure if she feels the same as I do. It doesn't matter if she just wants me for sex, I'd take anything she gives me. I have never felt love for anyone like this before, and I thought I never would. Wait…love? Is this love?
I look back to her message again, thinking on what I should respond. I want to see her again. I want to feel her curves, her hair, and her lips on me. I want to embrace her, to make her feel safe, to make her forget about human males. I want her to be mine and only mine forever. I want this relationship to work, to last for eternity. I know that there are road blocks if we were to be together, but I'm too selfish to think about that right now. I need her.
coming in twenty
I send the text. I gather my sais, in case I need them on my way there. I reach my door and pause. I want to tell her about my feelings, though I'm not sure how she would react or respond. I don't want her to think I'm a freak, a mutant—a monster. I want her to see me as me, a being that loves her. I open the door and step out.
I love you—baby I'm not a monster.
Okay, so it was kind of hard to write this in Raphael's perspective, but I did it. Is this still even rated T?
NOTE: THE TURTLES HERE ARE 21, NOT 15. I DO NOT CONDONE UNDERAGE SEX.
At first I was writing this as a sequel to Crazy in Love, but it did not mesh well together, so I wrote it as a prequel. Also, I wanted to write a little scene of how they got together, but….sigh. Now I'm thinking and outlining a third part to really weave this together.
This was definitely longer than Crazy in Love, but I didn't want to rush it. I hope the scene between April and Raphael was not too rushed. I wanted to build up to it, but not to extending it to various chapters, because that would take a freaking eternity. Plus, writing smut is not my thing. Not that I don't want to, but that I really can't, it's hella hard.
Also, I know that in the 2k14, the brothers all shared a room, but in this they don't. It's just easier this way. So, imagine it like in the 2k12 'verse.
I used the song Monster by the super popular Korean boy group—BIGBANG. Yes, I listen to kpop, even though I am not Korean nor speak Korean. Music is worldwide, deal with it.
Thanks for reading.
