*)O(* Okay, so...

*!*!*!* TRIGGER WARNING! FOR POSSIBLE DUB-CON IN BEGINNING OF THE SECOND PART OF CHAPTER: WILL USE THE *!*!* MARKING TO INDICATE WHEN IT STARTS AND AGAIN WHEN WORDING (sort of) CHANGES FROM DUB-CON*!*!*!*

*)O(* It really does sound... kinda bad... at first (who am I kidding, the whole thing is a hate/rough fuck, so...), but I think you'll understand why it is the way it is when you read the last bit...

Leo stumbled through the lair towards the lab. Sara gripped his thumb tightly enough it brought back memories of her going through labor. Tabitha was in a similar position, but was much more vocal about her mistreatment. Once inside of the lab the deathgrip on his thumb was released.

"Sorry, but I really don't want to do this at all, let alone in front of the whole family." Sara brushed fly-aways from her face as she went to a drawer and pulled something out. "Here. These seem to be the best kind to use, and I do hope that you two choose to use them if you..." Sara stopped for a moment, her face as red as her hair. "You know," she waved a hand in front of her face like she was trying to get rid of a fly. In her hand was a box of condoms.

Leo locked up, teeth grinding together to keep his jaw off the floor. He felt like a small child again, getting 'the talk' from Splinter. This was not something he'd been thinking about when bringing Tabitha here today. He couldn't unclench his teeth to say anything to that point without fear of sounding like a teapot at full boil.

"Don't pull me around like that again," Tabitha snapped before yanking the box out of Sara's grasp. To Leo's surprise she seemed to be actively examining the box. He hadn't been thinking about anything along the lines of needing the contents of that box, but now he was and it was just as horrible because his sister was standing right in front of him. It made his shell crawl.

"Thank you." Tabitha nodded to Sara. "I'll go get a backup, too." Tabitha started to hand the box to Sara and his sister shook her head. "You keep that one. I buy them in bulk. I don't plan on having anymore babies for a while. A long, long, while," Sara laughed, also clearly uncomfortable. "Oh, I've wanted to know for a while, how where you able to get pregnant?"

"We think that-" Sara started to explain about the mutation theory and how her pregnancy went and her speculation on how another would go, or how one in someone else might progress. For the first time in his life, Leo let himself wonder about children of his own.

He looked to Tabitha and imagined her with a round belly. He thought about spending time rubbing her feet and ankles, of caring for her. He imagined his own children; smaller than he'd ever thought something could be, a deep green and crying in his arms while he tried to ready a bottle for them. The idea that the tiny footsteps that often filled the lair nowadays would belong to his children, and then that idea morphing into the new house. Toddlers scampering up and down the long halls there, and tiny sticky handprints on the walls.

The silence of the lab startled him out of his head and he looked between Tabitha and Sara, trying to figure out what he'd missed. Both women looked at him with a smile on their lips. "Sorry, Oh Fearless Leader, we didn't mean to bore you," Sara laughed.

"Good to know that kids are boring to you," Tabitha also chuckled. "Let's get back to the others now, then." Tabitha pocketed the box and walked out of the lab with Sara on her heels. Leo was stuck on how to deny that idea and also not admit what he'd been thinking about.

He left the lab just in time to catch Raph leaving. He wanted to ask about it, but was caught up in a debate between Sophia and Master Splinter, of all people, about which color was best. Donnie told him that Raph had wanted to get some air, so he nodded and got back to trying to explain why he wore blue.

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*!*!* Growling, he pushed her up against the wall and pushed into her with one thrust. She cried out. Scratches welted up on his arms from her nails. Since she was now pinned with his hips and chest, he took those hands and held them above her head with one hand of his own. His other hand went to her ass, angling her so he could thrust deeper into her. Her hands no longer able to lash out at him left her with just a mouth to bite at him, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder with a sharpness that had him yanking away. "Fucking bitch," he cursed and pressed his mouth against hers. *!*!*

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me." She growled, legs lashing around his shell, trying to get some kind of leverage over the situation. He snapped his hips forward, gaining more curses from her. "You want me to fuck you?" He rasped, pulling her hips up a bit higher. "I'll have you begging for my dick, bitch." He used her like that, fucking her hard enough that it probably hurt to have his shell smacking her. He didn't care. He just-

"Yes, yes, yes, like that, fuck me. Fuck me." She cried out. He smiled and pulled away. Her body slapped against the wall without his support, her arms still captive above her head. She growled, eyes flashing with hatred. She tried to kick him and he batted her legs away. "You gonna get on the bed, or do I need to make you?"

"Fucking make me, yo-" Her next words were cut off as he threw her towards her bed. The landing had to have been jarring because it actually took her until he got to the bed before she started cussing him again. With a reminder to himself to not actually hurt her, he pushed her face down into the bed. "Shut up, slut. If you're not going to use that mouth for something useful, then bite a damn pillow."

Her hips lifted into the air for him and he couldn't help but smile. He got behind her and pushed back into her again, rejoicing in the heat of her body around him. He pressed a hand to her back when she tried to move, keeping her face down on the bed. If she tried to actually move, he'd let up, but she just wanted to be held down. He pulled at her hip with his other hand, making her hips smack back against his. This was just so good. He gripped her hip tighter, using shallower but quicker thrust.

"Bastard, quit being a bitch and fuck me," she cried, turning just enough under his hand to glare at him. He let go of her hip and smacked her on the ass. He reached out his hand, letting his elbow hold her down, and grabbed at her hair, pulling it backwards and making her arch her back. He reached around her front and found her clit and started to rub at it. The sound she made could only be defined as a scream.

It only took another minute before he could feel her clenching around him and he frantically kept up his pace as he allowed himself to finally give into his need as well. All her curses turned to pleas. She came and her walls clamped down on him. He came with a chur, bliss flooding his body as his hips stuttered a few more times to help her ride out her orgasm. Far too sensitive, he pulled out, instantly righting himself.

She hissed and kicked him in the leg. "Warn me, fucker." He smacked her ass in retaliation. "Shut up, Bea." He grabbed his belt and bussied himself with putting it back on and making sure everything was still in it. He didn't say anything as he left her apartment. He stopped at a fountain and cleaned the sweat and smell of her from his body.

He'd never be able to explain why they were doing this to anyone, especially when even he wasn't sure how it started, or why. So it was his secret, and probably hers. He knew all he needed about the situation. Bea would tell him to come over and they'd fuck and he would leave. It was all he needed to know after that first time when he'd tried to figure out if it was something more and he was told that she just wanted someone to fuck. She would never care for him, would never want a relationship. He was there just to get her off. He was fine with it because it meant sex for him. It wasn't like he needed anyone for anything more, anyway.

He scrubbed at himself with the water from the fountain, getting rid of her smell. It stuck to him, it seemed, and he had to get it off. He couldn't explain why he had to, but just the smell of her made him sick. That wasn't the right word, no. Dirty, maybe, but with all the sweat on his body that would explain that feeling, right?

Still, he scrubbed and rinsed until he only smelled like chlorine and himself.