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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Author's Note: This (imho) is the rarest fanfic pairing on the internet. I have never read (ane believe me, I've looked) another story where these two get it on. They've both sort of outgrown their comic book/ cartoon series characters, so I've had to develop them more than I would ever need to develop someone like Raphael, for example. There will be more chapters on these two later in the story, so any input you may have on this would be greatly appreciated. Please, please, PLEASE review this. :) Thanks for reading! :)

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Yoshi pulled his shirt off over his head and chucked it over an old foundation stone that had been part of the dojo. He was drenched in sweat from going through his katas. Sharp kiais barked out of his throat as he rough, bare feet moved over the pebbly space that he’d cleared where the main floor had once been. For him, this was as sacred as church. It was a place where the life energy of his ancestors, including his own dead father flowed. His family had always been ninjas and he found himself wishing that he could show this precious place to his sons.

Oh, how he missed his boys...

Beads of sweat flew from his muscular torso as his hands snapped out in a death blow to an invisible attacker. He wasn’t bulky like the turtles were, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere. For a man his age, he was in damn good form. That was the one thing he had hated about being Splinter... Splinter’s body was weak.

“Yoshi?”

The ninja turned quickly around at the sound of the familiar voice. April was standing on a little bridge over a brook, watching him. He stood still, breathing hard as the rivulets of sweat ran down the grooves between his pecs and abs before dripping to the ground.

April approached him, almost nervously. She’d never seen him like this before, wild-eyed, sweating, strong... her eyes ran over his muscular torso and hard arms as she walked up the overgrown path to the ruined dojo. Why hadn’t he ever brought her here? She’d had to ask his aunt where he’d gone, since he’d disappeared without telling her.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go and see Shen’s grave?” April asked as she sat on the stone next to his shirt. “We’re going home in a week and you haven’t been yet. I thought that maybe you’d like the company.”

“No,” Yoshi said, calmly. He started into a long set of gentle hand and body motions to slow his heart rate and to keep his limbs from cramping. “I went this morning,” he said. He had. The gravesite was secluded, but well-tended and overgrown with the wild-pink flowers that he had planted there when he was young.

April sat up. “You went without me? Okay...” She stood up and turned to leave. “Why did you ask me to come here with you? You’ve hardly spoken to me in weeks!” She shook her head and put her hands on her hips as she looked at him. He looked good and it killed her that he would never come to her.

“You are not my wife, April,” Yoshi said. He stopped the motions and stood on the other side of the dojo, looking at her.

“And I never will be!” she snapped, turning to leave. She ran down the path to the little bridge, and there was Yoshi, standing in front of her. How did he do that?

“Ninja,” he chuckled, closing the distance between them. He sat on the railing of the bridge and took her hand, pulling her down to sit with him as the cold water burbled below. “As I said, you are not my wife, but you are my dearest friend, April. You have been a mother to my children, a nurse to me, and my closest companion. You loved me when I was a monster and you loved me in my darkest hour, when I died.”

April blinked in surprise and sat back. “What are you saying?” she quizzed, ever the journalist.

“I went to the grave alone because I needed to talk to Shen,” he sighed, still not letting go of her hand. “I needed to tell how sorry I still was and always will be that I could not save her. I told her about my sons and how they consider her to be their mother. And I needed to tell her...” he paused, searching for the words. “I needed to tell her about you and about all that you have been to me... all that you are to me. I needed to tell her that I love you, April.”

April gasped and her eyes welled with tears. Was this for real? She’d waited for so long...

“I do love you, very much,” Yoshi said. “And I am sorry for the pain I have cause you. Can you forgive an old fool?”

April nodded and smiled as a tear slipped down her cheek. Yoshi kissed the back of her hand firmly and reverently. Then his lips were on hers and his hands were sliding around her narrow waist, feeling her curves. He slipped of the railing and stood before her, never breaking the kiss, even as her legs spread and he stepped in close so her arms could wrap around his neck.

A deep heat radiated from his wet, sweaty body and April sighed as his warm tongue brushed over hers. He tasted like spices... exotic and different. April felt like she was being swallowed whole by his heat.

Yoshi stepped away, smiling as he watched her eyes sparkle and her chest heave. That smile was all for him. He took her hand and led her off the bridge and into the trees to a secret, long-forgotten pathway. They strolled, breathlessly along, not actually speaking, but communicating so much as they kissed each other’s fingertips and laughed joyously and freely, like children. The pathway ended and Yoshi picked April up in his arms to lift her over a fallen log and through some brush until they stepped out into a cozy clearing with a waterfall and a pond at the edge of a cliff. April gaped and the view of the purple mountains that were miles and miles away.

“Oh Yoshi,” she whispered. “It looks like something from a postcard. It’s so beautiful!”

“Compared to you, love,” he whispered against her hair, “It is nothing. When I was a prisoner in the sewer, I often thought of this place, but it never filled me with the joy that your presence did.”

“Oh stop it,” April sniffled as he set her down on the grass near the pond. They were surrounded by bright, perfumed flowers and strange butterflies. “You’re going to make me cry again.”

“Then cry, my love,” he whispered as he stretched out over her, lying her back on the warm ground, “and I will kiss away your tears until there are no more left to fall.”

April’s head tipped back as he kissed her slender neck and her tears ran back into her hair. Yoshi held himself up with one hand, while his other massaged over her scalp, then down her body, passed the swell of her breast, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip, then around to cup her backside to pull her close against his erection. His lips traced over her face, washing the salty streaks of water away, just as he’d promised. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, but his many years of meditation gave him the strength to go slowly. He didn’t care much about his own physical pleasure... years of aches and stiffness had made him appreciate spirituality. He wanted to give April all the pleasure that her loser boyfriends had denied her.

His hand moved to the buttons of her cotton blouse and he gently undid the top few buttons so that he’d have more creamy flesh to kiss. April moaned and ran her fingers through his short hair as he kissed and mouthed his way down her cleavage and over the blue fabric of her bra. The fabric was thin, so he sucked, then nipped her nipples through it. She bucked underneath him in response.

He remembered once how April had wistfully told him that she’d always wished that she could lie topless in the sun on hot days and feel the breeze on her skin like a man could. Yoshi rolled off her and helped April pull her arms out of her sleeves, then he reached back and unhooked her bra. It fell away, and he gazed openly at her chest for a moment before lying her back down so he could kiss and suck every inch of bare skin.

April was in heaven. She’d never been with a man who hadn’t just groped her boobs, then gone for her pants. Yoshi was so different... he worshiped her breasts with his hands and mouth, making her feel more aware of her delicate femininity than she’d been since she was a teenaged. To become a successful journalist, she’d had to dress like a man, act like a man, and think like a man... she hadn’t felt like a woman in so long...

Then Yoshi was turning her over so that the soft, cool grass was on her chest and stomach. He straddled her and massaged down her shoulders and back, kissing everywhere his fingers touched. She could feel his hardness pressing into her bum and she wiggled a little against it.

“Let me touch you, too,” she said, moving to sit up.

“Let me give you pleasure,” he whispered huskily into her hair. She shivered as his chest touched her bare back. He reached a hand underneath her and she lifted her hips a little so he could unfasten her khakis. Yoshi couldn’t help himself and he rolled his hips a little so that she could feel how much he desired her.

“Ahh,” April breathed, excitedly as his hand slipped into the front of her pants and his agile, strong fingers brushed over the slit between her legs. She was soaked and he loved it. April wiggled and tried to shove the pants off, so he sat back and let her roll over to face him. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, then he kissed her sweetly before helping her with her shoes and the rest of her clothes.

In all his years in the sewer, Splinter had never let himself think too much about sex, or about sex with the one woman he had contact with, but there was one thought that popped into his head now and then... one act that he dreamed of doing with her when he was alone in his bed at night... Yoshi lay on his back and reached his hand out to April, guiding her over him so that she straddled his head. Then he flicked his tongue out and ran it over her wet pussy, moaning as her juices flowed into his mouth.

April mewled and grabbed her breasts as her hips started to roll uncontrollably. She’d rarely had a man who would do this. She leaned forward, resting her palms on either side of his hips and then she noticed the bulge that strained against the fabric of his pants. She bucked as his tongue flicked over her clit, then she pushed his pants down to his thighs and took his heavy, weeping member in her hand. April ran her thumb through his leaking precum, then ducked her head down to taste it.

Splinter nearly shouted against her soft skin as she took him into his mouth. It had been decades since he’s had a blowjob, and even then, it had been a rare occurrence. Her lips ran up and down his length, sucking him hard and he felt his vision going dark around the edges. He reached for her hands and pulled her off him.

“Perhaps we can do that later,” he said hopefully, before kissing her. “But I cannot take that and last for you. I’m not twenty-five anymore,” he chuckled.

April kissed him as she pulled his pants the rest of the way off. “Oh, I don’t know,” she grinned, as he lay over her again, being careful to keep his weight off her. “You’re not that old... we can probably get it up twice.”

Yoshi nearly choked.

April reached for him and guided him inside her, sighing contentedly as he filled her up. She slipped a hand between them and rubbed her clit as he started to stroke in and out of her. Her other hand went to cup his face affectionately.

“I love you,” she choked, tearing up again.

Yoshi leaned forward and rubbed her nose with his. “And I love you,” he smiled.
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