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Title: Chapter Two
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Prostitution
Pairing: Dark Donatello/Donateelo and mentioning of Dark Raphael/Michelangelo, Donatello/Leatherhead, Raphael/Traximus and various others
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 4,872
Summary: Our favorite four green guys are living quite a different life.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic. I just named a few of them and gave them distinct personalities.
Author's Note: So, this is the second chapter of my series Fruit's from Heaven, which you can find the first chapter by using the tag. I'm so sorry for such a late update! I swear I have like, a lot written for this but it's mostly little plot ideas or certain lines I wanted to remember. But this is *not* dead and will enver die. It's just something I work on in my free time which I never seem to have since I focus on my other fics because I thought no one really liked this AU'verse of mine. I was happily mistaken so I'll work on this more!~ <3
It was another Saturday that
Still, he just wished he had some better company. Not that he wanted to bring Michael to such a place and it wasn’t like Donald actually talked to him other than a few short orders or insults that made
At least the drive seemed shorter this time around. It felt like only a minute had gone by when the limousine pulled to a stop in front of Fruit’s from Heaven again.
Donald and Leon walked into the establishment and found that the place was still pretty empty. Only two of the eight tables were occupied.
Donald headed to the closest table but
They sat for a moment until Donald suddenly narrowed his eyes at
"I must have just seen him around one of the science conventions." Donald confirmed and dismissed the aggression he had felt toward the crocodile.
Raphael shoved open the kitchen door then and spotted them. He turned around, shouting, “Mikey, you’ve got customers at your table.” He disappeared back into the kitchen, the door still swinging.
A moment later, Michelangelo bounced out of the door only to stop and frown as a sigh escaped him. “Raph, that’s your table too. Shell, why don’t you ever wait on it for once in your life? I mean,” he suddenly paused and looked back over at Leon and Donald, recognition crossing over his face. “Oh, they’re back! Never mind, Raph, I got it!” he called as he headed towards them with a wide grin.
“Welcome back!” Michelangelo greeted as he handed them menus. “How has your week been?” He asked, looking from one to the other.
Leon
“Yes, busy,” Donald added, no longer bothering to flirt with Michelangelo since he knew the boy was off the menu for him.
“I hear that,” Michelangelo pulled out the extra chair from their table and practically collapsed into it. “I’m so glad it’s the weekend.”
“I would imagine you’d be even busier on weekends than weekdays.”
“Yeah, we actually are, but I love Saturday nights. We have a happy hour at seven when my brothers and I aren’t up for grabs ‘cause we all sing and dance and do cool stuff up on the stage.” He motioned to the large stage near them. “It’s just something fun we like to do and a lot of people show up to watch; it’s kind of like a talent show in a way. You guys should check it out sometime.”
“You guys can sing?”
Michelangelo shook his head. “No, more like karaoke. Usually bad karaoke too but still, we get laughs out of the crowd because we dance around like idiots and strip sometimes.” He winked. “It’s all for kicks and giggles, really. Oh, and for the tips.”
“I know what I’d like to order,” Donald interrupted, ending their conversation with a glare in
“Oh, right,” Michelangelo grinned and looked at him. “Okay, what would you like to try today, Donald?” he asked.
“I’d like Donatello, sunny side up.” Donald handed back his menu and folded his hands on the table.
“Alright, and
“What’s your soup today?”
“Chicken noodle,” Michelangelo grinned. “Made from scratch too with, like, real chicken bones for the broth to boil in or something, I’m not too sure but it tastes better than
“Alright, I’d like a cup of that and then the BLT again as well.”
“Okay and I’m assuming you’d want Ice Tea too since you apparently won’t enjoy yourself on the weekend with an ice cold, refreshing beer, even after a long, busy week?” Michelangelo tempted.
“Just the Ice Tea,”
“Alright,” Michelangelo stood with a giggle. “I’ll go place in your orders then. Wait just a moment.” He scampered back into the kitchen with a bounce in his step.
Leon
“I thought you told me I’d never get blackmail material on you,” Donald smirked smugly. “But it seems like I will have something to tell Michael if you get out of hand after all.”
Leon
“I haven’t done anything with Donatello, at least, not yet. Besides, I’m not the one that’s married.” Donald’s smirk stayed on his face as Michelangelo popped out of the door again. He went over to the table Donatello was currently at with Leatherhead and threw a sad smile at the crocodile as he pointed to Donald. Donatello turned around in his chair, smiled at Donald, and then nodded to his brother.
“Okay,” Michelangelo sat back down next to them. “Your orders are in. Just wait a bit for Rafieo to finish your sandwich and give Donnie a minute to say goodbye to Leatherhead.” He grinned at both of them. “So, how do you two know each other?”
“Work,”
“Oh,” Michelangelo’s smile faltered for a moment. “Okay,” he licked his lips nervously. “Well, I suppose you do meet nice people at work with common interests and what not.”
Donatello and Leatherhead stood from their table and headed toward them, still talking. Their conversation obviously wasn’t over though so they stopped next to the table.
“…So then just try heating the electrons first before you begin the experiment again. The extra speed they get from being excited might be just the thing you’re looking for.” Donatello commented, Leatherhead at his side. “Will you be on tonight?”
“Eleven o’clock sharp. I’ll tell you how your suggestions went then.” Leatherhead grinned. “It’ll give me enough time to try out the experiment two more times.”
Donatello shook his head with a frown. “It’s my night to clean up after we close so I probably won’t get a chance to get on until twelve at the latest. And don’t feel the need to stay up for me; we can always talk tomorrow.”
“Nonsense,” Leatherhead argued with a shake of his head that nearly knocked off the small glasses on his long snout. “I’d be too excited about the results to sleep anyway.”
“You don’t know if it’ll work, LH.” Donatello reminded with a grin. The crocodile had such high expectations and confidence in him.
“Please, my friend, your ideas always work.” Donatello smiled at the compliment and kissed Leatherhead on the cheek when the crocodile bent down.
“I’ll talk to you later then.” He waved as Leatherhead continued out of the door. Donatello turned to face Donald then. “Mr. Donald, I’m Donatello,” he stuck out his hand in greeting. “It’ll be my pleasure to pleasure you today.”
Donald stood up and took his hand. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Donald chuckled and Donatello simply cocked his head to the side, his smile still plastered on his face.
“If you want it to be, it can.” Donatello stated calmly. Donald looked at him as though he was appraising him. Donatello was use to such a look though and continued on smoothly. “But just so you know, cock-rings and any other such items you might want to use will cost a bit extra.”
Donald chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t think any of that will be necessary. You apparently come well recommended.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Donatello smiled. “Shall we head upstairs now?” He motioned to the steps and Donald stood. He grinned as he strolled past Donatello and up the stairs as Donatello followed right behind him.
“Which room?” Donald asked as they reached the top.
“Right through here,” Donatello opened the first door on the left. The room looked the same as the last one Donald had been in. Donald closed the door behind him and smiled as he watched Donatello slip the black vest he was wearing off and undo the purple bow tie. “I have two quick questions before we begin, Donald, if you wouldn’t mind answering me.”
“Alright,” Donald licked his lips as he watched the clothes drop to the floor.
“Have you ever bottomed before?” Donatello asked, watching Donald carefully.
“Of course not,” Donald scowled.
“Okay and then have you ever been with a woman before?” Donatello questioned.
“Yes,” Donald nodded.
“Thank you for answering those,” Donatello grinned as he climbed up on the bed, settling onto his elbows and knees as he presented his rump. “You ordered me sunny side up, correct?” Donatello looked over his shoulder, throwing a sultry smile at Donald as he flipped his tail up. Donald’s eyes widened as he looked at the purple rounded tip sticking out of Donatello’s asshole.
He chuckled as he slowly started to disrobe himself. “A butt plug, Donatello?” Donald asked as he climbed onto the bed behind the smaller terrapin, running his hands over the smooth thighs up to squeeze the round, firm buttocks.
“It’s a good accessory for this job. I find that most clients don’t prefer to go through the task of stretching so I figured I’d save them some time.” Donatello smiled as he pillowed his head on his bent arms, raising his rump higher. “If you wouldn’t mind taking that out, you can start.”
Donald grinned as he grabbed the tiny bit showing and pulled it out. Donatello shivered as Donald quickly replaced the plug with his finger. “I must admit, I like that you’re already prepared for me.” Donald purred happily. He jerked slightly as a container of lube suddenly landed next to him. There was no way that Donatello moved.
“I hope you can take a hint,” Donatello winked at him. “I heard from Raph that you’re bigger than most so even though I’m stretched, I’d appreciate the extra lube.”
“Understandable,” Donald smiled smugly as he curled his finger, receiving a gasp from Donatello. He removed his finger and quickly dropped down and lubed his hardened organ. He tossed the lube to the side and sat up on his knees as he lined up against Donatello. “Ready?” He asked out of courtesy.
“Yes,” Donatello replied and exhaled deeply as he felt Donald’s tip breach him. He moaned low in his voice as Donald slid in easily the rest of the way. Donald groaned and his hands flexed against Donatello’s butt. Donald pulled out slowly and then pushed back in faster.
“Oh, Donald,” Donatello groaned out, his voice breathy as he made his cock drop. He maneuvered onto one elbow and reached under himself to jerk himself off in beat with Donald’s thrusts. Donald grunted and increased the tempo of his thrusts. They weren’t as smooth and long as when he had first started but they were even with a hint of a frantic need.
Donatello bowed his head and focused on getting himself off while being audible. What Donald didn’t know was that Donatello had asked him those two questions to figure out what kind of sex he enjoyed. Donald never bottoming told Donatello that he liked to be in control of the speed which meant that Donatello had to keep his hips still. The fact that Donald had been with women meant he was use to having an audible partner since, more often than not, girls voiced their pleasure.
“Donald, oh, yes!” Donatello moaned as he rubbed the tip of his thumb over his leaking head. He often tried to come before his costumer so that he would clench tighter around them and give them that added, hotter pleasure. “Donald,” Donatello repeated as he closed his eyes and shivered through his release.
Donald groaned and leaned over Donatello’s shell, his tail flicking wildly behind him as his thrusts became less and less steady as he sought his own peak of pleasure. “Shit,” he grunted as Donatello tightened his muscles around his organ, squeezing wonderfully. Donald raked his teeth over Donatello’s throat and came as Donatello gasped at the sensation.
Donald continued to move as he pumped his seed into Donatello’s willing body. He sighed happily as the warmth of coming slowly spread through his muscles. He pulled out and rolled over onto his shell as he smiled contently. Donatello lied down next to him, not cuddling him, but still making sure that their sides touched.
Donald closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, at peace for the moment.
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“How many times is that Leatherhead fellow here?”
“Leatherhead’s over here at least three times a week but he normally only takes Donnie upstairs, like, twice a month. But yeah, Donnie always talks to Leatherhead about his inventions and experiments and other science things, they even chat online pretty much every night. Their best friends and kind of business partners, I guess. That’s why LH sends him money; half of what he gets from whatever they discovered or made.” Michelangelo explained as he happily chatted on.
“Don’s tried to give the money back because he didn’t feel right and he knew that Leatherhead could use the money to make his company bigger, but LH never accepts the money back. That’s why whenever he comes here, he gets whatever he orders for free. He only orders Donnie though because he’s madly in love with him; we all know it.” Michelangelo grinned. “Don likes him back, not as strongly, but the two could so date if they wanted to. But Don’s so caught up with his online classes, practice, and working that he barely has any free time as it is to enjoy and, well, LH just can’t muster up the courage to do the deed and ask him out.” Michelangelo shook his head, “It’s sad really.”
“Mikey,” Rafieo appeared standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a plate that
“Oh, sorry, Rafieo,” Michelangelo smiled sheepishly as he stood and bounded across the room and grabbed the plate from the pimp-cook. Rafieo shook his head and disappeared back into the kitchen. Michelangelo grabbed a bottle of ketchup off of another table and sat the plate down in front of
“But enough about Donnie’s life, what’s up with you?” Michelangelo asked as he popped a fry into his mouth. “I mean why do you always come here with Donald when the two of you don’t seem too close?”
“I’d rather not talk about it,”
“Okay, you’re allowed your privacy and all that.” Michelangelo smiled understandingly. “Um, so, what about your social life; are you dating someone right now?”
“You really know how to ramble.”
“That’s not really an answer.” Michelangelo chuckled. “Okay, I get the hint. You want to move on to something safe and boring like the weather? Well, it has been…” Michelangelo trailed off as the door opened. His eyes suddenly lit up and he grinned widely as the door closed.
“Would you wish to inform him that I’m here, Michelangelo?” The Triceraton asked as he passed their table.
“Oh, Raphie,” Michelangelo cupped his hands around his mouth. “Your favorite dinosaur is here. But he’s not purple and his name isn’t Barney!”
“Mikey,” Raphael yelled as he slammed the kitchen door open. “How many times do I have ta beat you fer calling me that until it gets through to yer peanut sized brain that I…” His threat trailed off and a big smile appeared on his face as he spotted the newcomer standing by his table.
“Traximus, so you finally got let out of jail.” Raphael grinned as he sauntered over to the table. “I thought you forgot where we lived.”
“Raphael, the Army is not jail.” The Triceraton protested even as he pulled out a chair and motioned for Raphael to sit down in it.
Raphael’s grin only widened. “Says you, Trax,” he sat down and Traximus pulled out his own chair. “Seriously, they let you have one week a month ta yourself and then the rest of yer days is work, work, work. That’s practically like doing hard labor in some jail.”
“Raphael, if I was in jail then I would never get time off.” Traximus pointed out.
“Yeah,” Michelangelo added in from his table. “But it wouldn’t be too long until Raph joined you in jail.” He grinned, “Then you two could finally do the horizontal hello as much as you’d like.”
“Shut yer trap and pay attention to your own customer.” Raphael snapped and turned his back to Michelangelo, as though that would keep the little turtle from eavesdropping. “So, ya got enough money yet ta take me upstairs?”
“You know that my money is not an issue,” Traximus reminded. “I just do not believe in paying you for something so intimate.”
“Damn, I thought the army would knock out that stupid honor of yours. Fucking tail tease,” Raphael mumbled as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Such a shame too,”
“Yeah ‘cause Raphie’s getting sick of only having his hand and mental images of you to keep him company in the shower while we’re all sick of him taking up all the hot water.”
“I’ll fuckin’ sew yer mouth shut, Mikey!” Raphael shouted as he jumped up from the toppled chair and jumped over the table
“Don’t hide yer love for the big guy, Raphie, there’s nothing to be ashamed--”
“Raph, Mikey,” Leonardo growled as he stood from his spot. “Stop messing around, you guys. You’re disturbing the customers.” The two ignored him as
Raphael disarmed
“What the hell is going on?” Rafieo growled as he stormed forward. Michelangelo quickly jumped up and ran behind Rafieo.
“Raph’s trying to kill me.” Michelangelo whined.
“That little bastard was fuckin’ asking to be killed.” Raphael snarled. “He’s got no right ta be sayin’ anything ta my costumers.”
“What’s going on?” Donatello asked as he came down the stairs, Donald in tow behind him.
“Raph and Mikey were being immature again.” Leonardo sighed as he released Raphael hesitantly. “Mikey had to go ahead a
nd point out Raph’s obvious crush on Traximus and Raph overreacted and--”
“Shut yer fuckin’ yap.” Raphael growled. “I do not--”
“Raphael,” Traximus stood and walked over to the stage. “Did I forget to mention that I was being trained with the blasters and they’ve left me temporary deft to a certain high pitched level that is coincidentally the same level that Michelangelo talks on?”
Raphael stared at Traximus and raised an eye ridge. “What? So yer sayin’ ya didn’t hear a word Mikey said?”
“Exactly,” Traximus smiled reassuringly. “Besides, I was focusing on my thoughts too much. I didn’t know if I should invite you out now for lunch or later for dinner.”
A slight smile crossed over Raphael’s face but he quickly turned it into a glare aimed at Michelangelo. He hopped off the stage and grabbed Traximus hand as he led him away. “I’m taking my lunch break now.” He called over his shoulder as he hurried out of the door with Traximus waving goodbye.
“Crisis adverted.” Donatello rolled his eyes and slapped Rafieo’s arm with a wad of money. Rafieo grabbed the cash and grinned as he headed back to the kitchen.
“Mikey,” Leonardo eyed the other. “We’re going to have a nice long chat later.” He threatened as he headed back to his own costumer.
“Come on, let’s go.” Donald mumbled as he eyed
“Michelangelo, can I have the check?”
“Sure, I’ll get this wrapped up too.” Michelangelo smiled and grabbed his practically untouched sandwich. He left the check on the table and hurried off to the kitchen.
“Thanks, keep the change.”
“Thanks for coming! I hope to see you guys again. Sorry about my behavior this afternoon.” Michelangelo apologized.
“It’s okay,”
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“Have a good weekend,”
“Asshole,”
He knew it was perfect. True, the second story was nothing more than a hallway you couldn’t even lay down in that led to his bedroom and connected bathroom, but that was all he needed up there. The first floor was where the kitchen, the entry room, and the dining room all awaited him. It wasn’t much, but it was all he and Michael needed. Plus, they couldn’t afford anything more on the pay Donald was giving him.
Leon
“I can’t just stand out here all day,” he told himself as he forced his hand on the doorknob and pushed it open. “Michael,” he called out as he undid his tie and jacket, “I’m home.” He sat the tin-foiled turtle on the small table in their kitchen.
“I’m upstairs,” was yelled back to him and he slowly headed up the ancient, creaking stairs. He liked their home but he suddenly noticed how bare their walls really were. He use to chastise Michael when he had suggested hanging up photos but now he thought it would make their home even quainter. Plus, it would be a happier touch.
“Hey, baby,”
Michael smiled as he sat up; his left leg was in a cast, propped up on a pillow. He flicked the television off and patted the bed. “I can barely feel it anymore and I iced it earlier today so it should be fine. How was lunch with Donald?”
Leon
“You’re so hot when you’re planning revenge.” Michael grinned as he wrapped his hands around
“Sleep in,” he instantly replied as he rubbed his forehead against Michael’s. “I’m so sick of his ridiculous hours. Even on my day off I still have to wake up before ten to be with him.” He sighed, “I miss working for Bishop so much.”
“I know,” Michael frowned and started to rub
“Yeah, it’s starting to bother me again.”
“You know it’ll only bother you more the more you fuss with it. Just try and take your mind off of it.” Michael suggested as he guided
Leon
“I’m sure we can think of something,”
“No, it’s a bad idea,”
Mich
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Poor Michael! And no fair making me want to hug one of the freaky clones. He's so not huggable. Well, by anyone but Leon.
Traximus is awesome. Nuff said.
So, next chapter? Please? Pretty, pretty please? *beg/plead/bribe/paw*
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Michael is so huggable! What are you talking about? I huggle Michael all the time and so does this girl on DA called MSD. But yeah, Trax rocks all.
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I nearly died from laughing, I could hear Mikey just saying that with that girn of his. XD
And, it just me or did Donald seem calmer around Donnie, or something like that?
Ooo, blackmail... D:
YAY for Traximus/Raphie! I love how Raphie called him a tail tease. XDD
And what must I do to get you get the next chapter out soon?
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There's going to be a lot of blackmail in this fic. D= But yeah, Trax rocks!~
I'll work on the next chapter! I swear!~
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