TMNT 2003 cartoon. Karai/Leo. 022. Enemies

Title: B&E, assault with a weapon, and a cup of hatred please.
Fandom: TMNT 2003 cartoon
Pairing: Leonardo/Karai
Prompt: 022. Enemies
Word Count: 2624
Rating: NC-17 (this means no readers below the age of 18.)
Warning: Fairly rough, somewhat kinky sex. M/F pairing.
Special thanks to: My beta crabapplered who finds this squicky yet was still willing to go over it with me.
Dedicated to: My boyfriend. 'Cause I wrote het and he's understandably not a huge fan of my slash. Here's to you dear!

Please don't post this anywhere else without permission from me. Thanks so much!



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It took him a lot of work to get there. For the first set of guards he released a canister of knock out gas that Don had cooked up. It had them stumbling and slumping to the ground unconscious as soon as they inhaled it. He held his breath for the minute Don said it would take for it to clear. Once that was done he carefully dragged them behind one of the several curtains with the foot insignia on it that lined the empty throne room.

He used bits of his climbing rope to bind up their arms and legs, then slashed some of the cloth off the bottom of the curtain to gag them as well. The last thing he wanted was for them to interfere with what he had planned for their mistress...

When he was done he set off down the hall to her offices and private rooms.

What he didn't expect was to encounter two more guards standing in front of her living quarters. He slipped silently back into the shadows of the hall and waited. He was very good at waiting, but he also knew he had a time limit. She would leaving her main office and be retiring for the night very soon now... and he needed to be inside her rooms at that time.

In fact he could see her moving about inside her office through the opaque privacy glass.
That meant he had to move. He judged his timing just right and, when he was ready, darted forwards, swiftly and silently kicking down his opponents. He grabbed one and threw him beneath the other to cushion his fall.

He had them both back into the shadows within seconds. Once he was sure he had not been heard he took them back down the hall to the others, pausing only to make sure he hadn't killed them. They were both breathing, which was good. He did the same to them, making sure they were both gagged and tied up tightly.

Now he could finally get to where he needed to be...

Carefully and silently he approached, making sure, again, that she was still in the office. She was, and he could hear her speaking faintly, which meant that she must be talking on the phone. He entered the code on the keypad he had observed her use on her own security cameras when he had scouted out the place the week before. Sure enough the red bar turned green and the door clicked unlocked. He pushed it open and quietly slipped inside, pulled it closed behind himself.

He allowed his eyes to adjust to the lack of light as he looked over the room. A couch along the far wall, and a chair along the side. Finally, a book shelf covered the whole of the wall opposite the chair. There looked to be space in the between the shelf and the corner.

That was probably his best bet. He drew a sword and walked over, hiding himself behind the shelf.

Now all he had to do was wait....

It turned out he had timed it perfectly. No more than five minutes later did he hear the sound of her approaching. She walked so quietly that only his finely tuned senses thanks to years of ninja training could hear her near silent foot falls.

She spoke to herself outside the door. Grumbled something about irresponsible staff and punishments later as she took in the lack of guards. He tensed a bit, knowing that she would be on high alert now. He'd be ready for her anyway, no matter what. The moment she walked into the room she was his...

He listened as the code was typed in and the door swung open.

She paused on the threshold, listening carefully as her sharp eyes took in the room. He remained completely still behind the shelf. She couldn't see him from the angle she was at. Sense him maybe, but not see.

The lights flickered on and she drew the door shut behind her. She moved off towards her room, dropping her gloves over the back of the chair as she went. He silently emerged and approached her from behind.

He had nearly reached her when she stopped on a dime and reacted, foot flying out to kick him hard in the plastron. He flew back halfway across the room before landing in a crouch.

She was already down in a defensive crouch herself, a short tanto drawn and in her hand. Of course she was armed, he expected as much. "Treacherous creature," she spat at him once she saw who he was. "What are you doing in my private rooms?"

His eyes narrowed. "Paying back a favor I should have ages ago," he returned. He adjusted the grip on his katana ever so slightly.

She eyed him as they beat a slow circular path around each other. Suddenly she lunged forwards and Leo steeled himself, prepared to deflect a thrust of her weapon. She missed though and at the last second he realized she was going for the intercom on her wall. He moved and plunged his sword into it the moment before she hit it.

She turned on the spot and attacked him. He flipped out of the way to avoid a jab from her sword and grabbed his other sword out of the sheath on his back at the same time.

They circled each other again in the opposite direction, her eyes flashing with hatred, his cool and confident. She made the first move, darting in for the attack.

"You're letting your anger control you," he taunted as he parried a thrust. He swept down with his sword as well, satisfied as it caught a bit of her dress at her shoulder and tore it. That made her seethe with her teeth clenched for a moment before she attacked again. "You should know by now..." he ducked another swipe. "That when you let anger control you..." Another thrust and a well timed kick from him caught her arm and sent her weapon hurtling back to hit the floor and slide under the bookshelves. She looked after it, surprised for a microsecond before flipped away from his next strike. She didn't get very far... he let go of his katana to embed it into the wall, effectively blocking her path. He was able to grab her by her arms then, during that moment when she stopped. He threw her up against the wall beside where his sword was. "Bad things happen," He completed with a little self-satisfied smile.

Her eyes narrowed for half a second before she reached out quickly, hand going for his sword. He grabbed it at the same time she did, yanking it from her grasp and tossing it behind himself with practiced ease. It went clean through the chair and stuck there.

"Give up," He ordered.

She glared at him and thrashed, trying to break the solid unyielding grip he had on her arms. That merely made her dress rip more, dipping down to reveal the gentle curve of the top of a breast. It heaved up and down in time with her breathing as she moved and Leo found himself watching it for half a second. He was distracted quickly when she bit at him, then tried to head butt him. A hard kick landed between his legs, but unfortunately for her he was not designed like human men and her foot met bone instead of nice pliable skin.

He grew tired of her pointless struggles and pressed up against her, using his body to hold her in place as she growled and fought. "You're beautiful when you're like this," He said with a gleam in his eyes. "So angry," He brought her arms up and together so he could grip her wrists in one hand. He then used his free hand to dip down below and slide up her leg, moving her dress up as he went. His questing fingers found the now empty sheath along her thigh where she kept her short sword, which he unhooked and tossed away.

His hand continued higher before settling over top of her panties. "Bastard!" She growled at him as his questing fingers tried to move between her legs. "How dare you!" She clamped her legs together as hard as she could, refusing him entry. It only took a warning pinch to convince her to open them again and this time a knee between her legs kept them that way.

She glared at him, her green eyes shimmering with hatred as he touched her through her panties.

His smirk grew. She was wet, which gave her away. "So ready..." He pushed the fabric aside and felt around before finding what he was looking for. In an instant he sunk one large finger into her. She stifled a groan, her legs jerking despite herself. He watched her avidly as he began to deliberately move that finger up and down, his thumb stroking at her clit at the same time.

She glared at him, refusing to allow her eyes to tear... to show weakness. "Stop this," she ordered, hating how breathy her voice sounded. She grit her teeth and steeled herself, trying to clamp her legs shut again, clenching up in attempt to push him out. "There is no honor in this..."

He removed his hand suddenly and grabbed her, spinning her around. Now he had both her arms from behind as he marched her over to her couch. He forced her down with considerable effort, finally having to ram his knees into the back of hers to bring her down so that she was kneeling. He then pushed her face against the cushions. "I think we both know who has honor here Karai," he said her name with a contemptuous hiss. He pressed one large hand against her backside to hold her down as he grabbed her panties with the other. He leaned down to grip them in his teeth, inhaling her thick heady scent as he tore them. They fell from the one leg and he left them to dangle on the other. When that was done he pushed her legs out with his own, making sure they stayed spread.

He slid his free hand up a thigh and over as he pulled up her black dress, revealing the curve of her ass and thighs, perfectly sculpted because of rigorous practicing and training. She wouldn't let him look very long though as she struggled suddenly, growling at him to let her go. A sharp slap on the ass and she stopped, gasping.

"Good," He said, rubbing the place where he had hit her. He shifted his hands to grip her hips as he situated himself between her legs. A couple seconds probing and he found it, sliding into the warm wet depths where his finger had been only seconds before. She screamed and struggled but he kept Shredder's daughter down and in her place with a deep hard thrust.

Her dress bunched and rode further up her midsection as he fucked her, revealing more and more of her back. He let go of her hip to move a hand up under that dress, sliding along her front until they reached one of her breasts. He tweaked a nipple between thick fingers as he slapped her ass again with the other hand. She cried out and jerked beneath him. That just served to turn him on more as he leaned down and nipped at her bare shoulder where his sword had cut away the fabric.

She was gasping and panting as he leaned back again. Inexplicably she began to try to claw away from him even though there was no direction really to escape too, growling something about having him killed. Like she could. He caught a handful of her hair to still her, forcing her head back as he road her with deep hard thrusts. She cried out at that, one of her hands reaching back to pull unsuccessfully at the hand that had her hair.

"How does it feel Karai?" He asked, anger in his voice as he leaned in close again. "To be fucked by the enemy?"

She snarled something in reply and, irritated, he brought her head down to push it against the sofa cushions, applying a firm grip to the back of her head to keep it there. "Now you... know..." He rammed harder. "How I... felt!"

She couldn't breathe very well or at all with her face pushed into the cushions like that. Her body convulsed around him, and her hands grappled for some sort of hold and she tried to pull her head up. All without success...

It was an incredible turn on to see her like that, completely helpless and at his mercy. He groaned and sped up, pounding up against her ass with a satisfying slap each time his plastron hit it, bottoming out on each thrust. She was almost too hot against him and he could feel himself getting closer...

She came before he did. Her entire body jerked violently beneath his and sliding in and out became even easier than before. Her sopping cunt clenched around him over and over and suddenly it was too much. He let go of her head and she gasped for breath as he gripped her hips and ground in one last time. She cried out in pain, or ecstasy, he couldn't tell, as he tumbled over the edge. A groan escaped as he shook and shuddered, holding her locked into place as he released into her.

Finally he let go. He felt dizzy as he pulled away and slumped to the floor beside her. He laid his head back against the couch as he panted and willed himself to come back down to earth. When his vision cleared enough he turned his head to look at her.

She was giving him a wide grin, still breathing heavily herself. Her lips and cheeks where flushed and pink and her hair stuck to her sweat streaked face in clumps. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Beautiful, gorgeous and absolutely fucking insane.

"That was excellent Leonardo," she said, grin growing larger if that was at all possible. She reached out and coyly ran a finger along his shoulder to his sweat streaked neck. She sounded sated and content as she continued. "You did very nicely."

He stared at her a bit as he continued to fight to bring his breathing under control. It was all fine and good that she approved of his performance, but he was absolutely exhausted. He had just broken into his girlfriend's house, taken out her personal guards without her notice AND without accidentally killing them, then pretended to rape her. All without actually hurting her as well. That took a hell of a lot of work. To make it even worse, it had been her suggestion to try to remember how he felt when she had attacked his family way back when to get into the right mood for the part. For a moment or so there he had actually wanted to hurt her, and he didn't like feeling that way about the human he had been involved with for over a year.

But, no matter how he felt, she looked completely satisfied and was still grinning, which meant she would probably make him do it a few more times. Great.

He stifled a groan at the thought and gave her an unimpressed look as she giggled at the expression on his face. "Next time, Karai," he said firmly. "I get to choose the role-play."

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