red vs blue: the beginning

Secrets

    As Raphael jumped from rooftop to rooftop, he agonized how much he should tell his brothers about tonight's activities. More specifically, Leo. He was going to have a fit that a woman saw him.... and talked to him and brought him back to her apartment. And how he had his hands on her little waist........

Raph wanted to be honest, albeit selectively, with everyone, but he also wanted something for himself.  He was beginning to resent the fact that he and his brothers shared EVERYTHING. Why couldn't he have one thing for himself ... keep her to himself... ? I deserve something for all the work I do for the city. A reward. A beautiful reward.
    Before he entered the lair, he wrapped one of his training bandages around the bandaid on his forearm. They'd ask questions. Even as he entered the main room of their "place," he had no idea what he was going to tell them.
    "Hey, about time," Leo said, standing up from the couch. He sounded irritated.  "Where have you been?!  I thought you were coming right behind us."
    "Uh, hey, well... uh..." Raphael looked at all his brothers, who were staring at him from the living room. They sat on the edge of the pizza box chairs and couch about to start a video game.  "I got those two foot soldiers just as they were about to hurt a girl.... ," he swallowed, took a breath, and confessed. "Alexis."
    Mikey's eyes lit up and he bounded over to Raph.  "ALEXIS?!?!? YOU SAVED ALEXIS?!??! ΟΗmygodohmygodohmygod!!!!!!'WAS SHE HOTTER IN PERSON?!?!?!"
    Raphael pushed him away, sneering, "Yes, numbnuts. She was hot." He tried not to make a big deal of it. He didn't want them all too curious.
    "Did she see you?" Leo crossed his arms over his chest, probably watching carefully for the tell tale signs of Raphael's bad lying.
"C'mon Leo, I'm not stupid." Raphael pretended to be distracted by the pizza in the kitchen so he didn't have to lie straight to his face. 
"Good, so why did it take you so long to get home?"
Raph answered around a bite of left over pizza, "I followed her home to make sure she was safe."  Before Leo could ask any more questions, Raphael clapped and rubbed his hands together to shuck off crumbs, "I'm tired, I'm going to bed." He didn't wait for a response, he just jumped up to his room on the second level and googled Alexis.
     He couldn't believe that this was the girl he saved. He saved. Her.  As he touched himself, he thought of her. Of her dark eyes and her soft touch and her beautiful mouth. He pictured her under him as he slid into her... He imagined she was tight and slick from her desire for him.  The sounds she made when he was deep inside her. The look on her face when she came from his frantic thrusts. 
     Jerking off was something Raphael felt shame for doing. Maybe it was the base, animalistic part of him that took over all sense, reminding himself he was more freak than human.  No matter how many times he swore he'd stop, he always found himself hiding from his family, playing with his dick until he came, like some creep.          

     He blamed the media.  If there was no TV, he probably wouldn't have ever seen a human. At least til he was 15.  Tv and movies were tailored to human beings, not turtles.  It was this weird logic that made him think he was, more or less, a human being.  He could walk upright and talk like a human. Probably could do other things like a human..... sex looked comparable until he saw porn and exactly what human anatomy was like. His penis was larger than a human's. It looked close to one, except the head was different. His flared out a little. He didn't think human penises were attractive or anything, but his was downright ugly. Another reason he hated masterbating.
Regardless of all his gripes and embarrassment and guilt, here he was: cumming all over his own hand.

Despite having a pretty intense orgasm, he didn't sleep well at all. Her dark eyes haunted his thoughts. And he had a feeling the only way he was ever going to sleep well again, was if she was his. It was an impossible dream and more impossible outcome. She was a diamond and he was a rock. A mossy, old, dirt covered rock. He sighed and stared at the ceiling. She would be the death of him - the harbinger of even more rage and insecurity than he had now, which seemed impossible. "Fuck," he whispered as he clamped his eyes shut and ground his teeth.