Chapter 3 - Talking

The next night saw Donnie jogging across the rooftops once more. Ostensibly, he was supposed to be scouting again. Technically, while he was glancing at the streets below as he passed, he was going in a straight line right for the clones' apartment.

He needed to talk to One. He just really needed to apologize for last night. Not that making out with a girl that looked exactly like April was bad... Or that making out with One was bad... But it could never happen again. Shouldn't have happened. It wasn't bad, just that it was terrible. No, that he was making out with One and not April. Not that One was worse than April at making out. He actually had no idea how good April was at it...

No. No, scrap that whole line of thought. Start over.

It was... Very sudden. Yeah, that can work. Too sudden. It didn't really make much sense that they'd go from talking about weapons to kissing to making out to her top flying off to nipple in my mouth...

Start over.

The situation is this: Donnie liked April. A lot. One looked like April. A lot. And while Donnie didn't dislike One, Donnie didn't want to upset April by kissing One. A lot. And now One is being talked to like a little child and shoots Donnie in the face. A lot.

Donnie groaned to himself. He had no idea how he was going to sort this out. But he knew he had to do something. And he couldn't put it off, that would just make things worse. So, as soon as the night's patrol started, he headed right for their apartment. He was going to fix this. Somehow.

Reaching their apartment building, Donnie once again scaled down the side of the building to look in through their living room window. This time, however, the lights were on, and he could see Three on the couch, and Two in the kitchen. Taking a bracing breath, he raised a hand and knocked on the window frame. Three looked up at him, her eyebrows rising in surprise. She said something to Two, before standing up and coming over to the window to open it.

“Hey, Donnie,” she said.

“Uh, hey, Three,” Donnie responded, smiling nervously. “Is, uh, One in? I'd like to talk to her, if I may.”

Three frowned slightly, glancing over her shoulder at Two. “She's not in right now. Is... this about last night?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

Three thought about that a moment before saying, “Well, come on in. She'll probably be back in a bit. Not point hanging around outside like a creepy bat.”

Donnie didn't really mind just hanging there on fingertips and toes, a lot of training focused on wall scaling. But it would probably be best to wait inside. So he climbed in, politely closing the window behind him. He looked over to Two, still in the kitchen. As he did, she suddenly turned away, her cheeks flushing a bit.

Not wanting to push things, Donnie just quietly walked over to the sofa to take a seat and quietly wait. But Three walked over, making a big show of sitting down on the sofa facing him, one leg up on the cushion with it's ankle under her other knee. Donnie looked at her, uncertain. Three looked back at him, big smile on her face. Not the kind of smile that gave him 'floaty' feelings, either.

“So,” Three suddenly said. “You and One, huh?”

“Um...” Donnie thought about the right answer to that. “I... guess?” He immediately knew that was the wrong one.

“Three...” came Two's warning call, as she stepped out of the kitchen.

Three didn't seem to mind either of them. “I mean, I get it, really. Boy and a girl, alone. But man, you're a fast worker, aren't ya? And so soon after Four laid that smacker on you.”

“Enough, Three.” Two was now standing next to them, glaring a bit.

Three looked at her, shrugging. “Hey, I'm just sayin'...”

Two made a disgusted sound. “Donnie, could I just talk to you for a minute?” She gestured towards the bedroom. Donnie nodded and got up to head in that direction. “Alone?!” she pointedly added as Three started to stand up as well.

Three slumped back down on the couch, smiling impishly. “Sure you wanna be alone with him in there?”

“Shut up!” Two shot back. Closing the door, she sighed and turned back to Donnie. “Don't mind her. She's just... different.”

Donnie chuckled. “You should meet Mikey. He defines 'different'.” Glancing around the room, he saw the beds, and then wondered if Three didn't have a point.

“I just wanted to ask,” Two said, interrupting his thoughts, “... about last night.”

“Oh, yeah, we didn't really...” “I mean, it's okay if...” “...not sure what it...” “...just really caught me off guard...” “...didn't think we'd...”

Both of them stopped, realizing they were just babbling over each other. Clearing his throat, Donnie said, “Um, you first.”

“I just...” She paused, her cheeks slightly red. “I just wanted to ask if anything seemed... odd... last night.”

Donnie thought about that, rocking briefly on his heels as he did. “You mean other than suddenly kissing a clone and having another clone walk in on us?” Off of her uncertain look, he realized something. “Hey, is this another 'reference point' thing?”

“What?” Two was looking at him, her blue eyes looking right into his. “No. No. Not really. Maybe. Kinda?” Two nervously brushed at her red bangs, turning slightly away. “I was just kinda wondering how it got started. I mean, we've barely even met...”

“Yeah, that's making me wonder too...”

“So, how'd you two even start doing that?”

“I...” Donnie tried to think back to that event. “I don't know. We were just talking. I mean, it was kinda personal, but then we were suddenly kissing and then...”

Two held up a hand, and Donnie took the excuse to halt before going into details. “So you didn't come on to her?”

“Come on to her?” He shrugged, his hands out wide. “I... don't know. I don't even know if she came on to me.”

Three stepped a bit closer to him. “Well how could you not know if she came on to you?”

“It's not like I do this all the time or anything,” Donnie told her. “We were talking about the Kraang, and payback.”

“But that doesn't even make sense.”

“I know it doesn't.” He took a step forward, pressing a pointed finger into his open hand. “I mean, how do you even go from Kraang to...”

Raising a hand to tap a knuckle of her forefinger against her chin, she asked, “Well, who made the first move, then?”

He shrugged. “I don't know.”

Frowning a bit, she looked at him hard and took a step. “How could you not know? Weren't you there?”

“Course I was,” he replied. “We were just standing real close...”

“Like this?”

“More like this...” He took one more step. “We were talking...”

“Like this?” her voice seemed softer...

“Yeah,” Was his heart beating faster? Never mind. “And we looked in each other's eyes... and... it just...”

“...clicked...” both said in the same breath.

His hands were on her back. Hers were along his sides, gripping the edge of his shell. Their tongues were together in an open kiss, breath hot on their faces. Their hands trailed downwards. His paused to grip her shorts-clad butt for a moment, while hers continued down between his legs, probing gently under the shell.

He released her butt to bring his hands around to the front, two fingers feeling a little clumsy as he tried to get the button open. He managed it, the zipper opening much more easily, and the jean short shorts fell smoothly to her ankles, where she quickly stepped out of them. She didn't have panties on. His hands returned to her butt, kneading gently, relishing the feel of skin on tender skin.

Her hands found it. A protrusion normally hiding well away in his shell. As she rubbed at it, it grew and extended. Hanging downwards at first, and then rising upwards as her fingers coiled around his dick and stroked up and down.

Their kiss broke, easing their faces away from each other. He looked into those cool blue eyes, burning with their need. When she sank down to her knees, he let her, to set his hands gently on her shoulders, one lightly playing with her red ponytail. She looked over his rising cock, green skinned but otherwise resembling a human's. Lightly, she stuck her tongue out and brushed it's underside. Easing back, she rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth for a moment. Emboldened by the taste of him, she went back again, licking at his cock further down as it continued to extend and harden. And then, before breaking contact with him again, she brought her mouth up to the head and eased it inside.

His hand stopped playing with her hair, at first touching her head as if to pull her further onto him, but then backing away. Smiling around him, she granted his desire and sank her face further onto his dick, lips stretching around him, the back of her throat just touching the head. She adjusted, tugging him lightly to lean over her as she leaned down a bit, head tilting back. She tugged at his shell, and he responded by easing forward. Her throat in line now, he sank into her mouth, relishing the hot and wet feel. He let her pulls and pushes on him guide his pace, and she encouraged him to go ever deeper. Until her nose touched his shell, where she paused to clench her throat around his dick...

She pulled back, his dick sliding out of her mouth fully engorged. She stared at it, panting a little, as if wondering how it had managed to fit inside her throat. Drool dripped down her chain, and all over his dick. He gently gripped her shoulders, pulling her up. Going with his direction, she sat on the bed, then leaned back. He sank to his knees, nudging her legs apart. Her hips, completely bare skin, contrasted sharply with the black stockings on either side, and the green jersey on her torso above. A little flare of red hair marked her pussy.

Looking it over briefly, he set a hand on the inside of either thigh, sliding upwards on their silky fabric. As his thumbs approached, he pressed them into her folds, probing the outside of her nether lips. A bit higher, a bit lower, then inward to tug her open. Leaning in, he tried to get his tongue in there, her legs stretching wider to make room. Up and down he tasted her folds, testing her reactions here and there, and finding a little nub that made her squirm. Her hands were on his head, gripping to direct him to begin again, ending once again on the squirm-inducing nub.

One hand left his head to tug her shirt upwards, yanking it high enough to reveal her bra-covered breasts. A quick tug aside, and her nipple came into view, to be pinched and tugged. Without slowing his attentions, he slid one arm up her belly, pausing to nudge her inward belly button before continuing on to her other breast, getting it out of the bra and squeezing that nipple in counterpoint to her own actions.

Soon enough, he rose away from her pussy, reaching up with both hands to take hold of her shoulders. Her hands went down to grip his dick, aiming and steadying it. And then he moved in. Flesh parted way for solid rod, and it went in fully as deep as it could. He felt her flesh resist most of the way down, and he eased back a little before pushing in again. She grunted under him, but tugged at his shell with every thrust, stockinged legs wrapped around him, bared breasts jiggling with each movement.

He leaned down and kissed her again, pausing his thrusts to taste her tongue once more. She ground her hips against him, causing his dick to stir within her pussy. He groaned as she seemed to tighten around him, breaking the kiss to nuzzle at her neck and resume his thrusts. Her moan encouraged him to keep at it, and she started timing her hip grinds with his thrusts, setting new motions within her.

The pace quickening, their moans rose as pressure built, and then released. He pushed into her as far as he could go, her arms and legs trying to pull him even further as he unleashed his spunk within her pussy, mingled fluids leaking out of her and down their joined bodies...

“Well, that didn't take long.”

Two heads turned towards the door in surprise. Leaning against the door frame, Three smirked at both of them.

“Uh, er...” Donnie stammered.

“This isn't...” Two began.

“...What it looks like?” Three smirked again. “Hey, you misunderstand me. I don't mind you two gettin' busy in here.” Straightening up, she casually popped the button on her shorts. “I just mind that you didn't invite me.” Letting her shorts drop, she stepped out of them as she pulled her shirt up and over her head...

Not long after Two's tops had joined the other clothes on the floor, and Donnie's staff leaned against the wall, he lay on his back fully on the bed. A mouth on his dick licked and cleaned and encouraged it to stay solid, as another kissed his lips to fence his tongue. One of his hands played with hair as the lower mouth sucked the end of his dick inside, the other slipped between welcoming legs to rub at the warm lips there.

The kiss broke, and she climbed up the bed to straddle him, bringing her pussy up to his face, where he eagerly put his mouth to work. Licking up and down on her pussy as he felt her mouth sink a bit lower on his dick, testing the limits of the angle. Her fingers tickled his bald head as she held him close to her sex.

After a bit of this, she pulled away. Looking up at her, naked except for her black stockings and shoes, his thoughts clouded. April? April slowly shuffled back, getting her hips in line with his. And April was there, behind her, holding his dick upright and steady. April sank down slowly onto his dick, and he saw each inch as it made it's way into her. Nibbling at her lower lip, April paused her descent to roll her hips around slowly. And then April climbed up onto the bed next to him, just as topless and shorts-less, giving him a quick kiss before going a bit higher on the bed. Without direction, he leaned in to kiss her breast, licking and nibbling at her puffy nipple.

They were April. Her breasts in his face, her hips over his, her fingers entwining with his, her scent filling his mind. And he switched to her other breast as she sank deeper onto his dick, he thrust into her to match her rhythm. April pulled away, breaking his contact with her breast to climb up the bed, a stocking'd leg passing overhead to straddle his face, as April faced herself. Licking once more at her pussy as April continued to pump his dick inside her.

April was moaning in two-part harmony, as his own grunts rose into her folds. And then, release came again, his dick firing deep into April as she clenched around him and her legs gripped her head, sweet liquid flowing onto his tongue.

As the flows faded away, she rose up off of his dick, feeling cool in the room air just before April leaned down to take it into her mouth again. Her crotch still in his face, he gave it a bit more licking as April climbed up the bed alongside them, smiling contentedly, helping him please her a bit by gripping her ass and kneading it. Then April removed his dick from her mouth, crawling forward to get her hips in line, holding his wet cock steady as she eased it into her soaking pussy, her back to him. Then, as she started rising and falling on his dick again, April rolled over on top of him to press her body lengthily against his, her breasts and their puffy nipples against his chin as she humped his midsection...

Much later, after Donnie had retrieved his bo staff, said his goodbyes to Two and Three, and climbed back out the window, managing to get it open on the first try this time, he walked along the New York rooftops in silence.

Coming to a slight drop from one roof to the next, Donnie sat down heavily. April, mostly naked and riding him... No. No, that was Three... Or was it Two? No, Two was on his face... Or was it April..? No, no, no, April wasn't there. Wasn't there. It was just Two and Three. Not....

Donnie, looking off into space, muttered, “What am I doing?”