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aloneindarknes7Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Prostitution
Pairing: Dark Donatello/Donatello and mentioning of various others
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 4,100
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: What's this? A new chapter of Fruit's from Heaven? It's a Christmas miracle! =D But oh no, some plot seems to be coming into this story now! That's terrible! How did that get in there? Oh well. We'll worry about that later. Anyways, if you want to read the chapters before this one you can find them here. Otherwise, enjoy!~
Saturdays were becoming like a routine now.
Still, Leon enjoyed seeing Michelangelo and liked to believe that the little turtle enjoyed seeing him too and that the kid’s joy was general, that it wasn’t just part of his job. The little turtle’s demeanor seemed to bubble when he saw Leon.
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“Maybe that’s because you aren’t really for sale.” Donald murmured bitterly as he turned the menu over and started to scan over the orders for Donatello. Michelangelo frowned at the comment but quickly placed a smile back on his face.
“Whatever,” he shrugged. “It works out well since
“I’d like to order Donatello again,” Donald quickly spoke while he had the chance. He was well aware of Michelangelo’s ability to talk endlessly. “Although, I have to ask if the rimming is for him or from him and I assume the blowjob is for me?”
“Since Donnie is purely bottom the rimming is for him. There’s really no point in preparing you when Don won’t do you.” Michelangelo pointed out. “But you’re right, the blowjob is all yours. Don’s got a very good mouth.”
Donald nodded his head, well aware of that little fact from the Saturday before. “Alright then, I’ll take a side order of a Slurping Smoothie to go with my a la mode.” He handed the menu over to Michelangelo.
“Okay.
“I’m going to think it over for a moment.”
“Going to try and be a little daring today?” Michelangelo teased. “Honestly, I might topple over onto my shell if you actually order a heavier drink than iced tea.” He teased. “I’ll go place in your order, Donald. It should be up right away; Don’s free right now.” Michelangelo stood and frolicked to the kitchen to place in the order, his white skirt flying up to reveal his little tail.
“You’re such a prude.” Donald commented.
“Forgive me for being true to my husband.”
“And how is Michael? Is he still clueless about the fact that you’ve been coming to a brothel every Saturday for the last month now?” Donald asked.
“I could tell Michael if I wanted to, you know.” Leon pointed out. “It’s not like I’ve done anything that could be considered going against him and our bonds. In fact, I was just thinking that maybe I should take Michael here on my own time someday.”
“Is that a fact?” Donald smirked, knowing well enough that Leon was trying to bullshit him.
“Yes.” Leon stated simply as he turned his full attention to his menu, ending the conversation. Donald wasn’t about to let up on the discussion so easily but, luckily for Leon, Michelangelo reappeared.
“Okay, Donald, your order is in and ready to go.” Michelangelo pointed as Donatello emerged from the staircase that very instant. He was dressed in normal attire for himself and was smiling at Donald as he approached.
“Hello, Donald, it’s wonderful to see you again.” Donatello smiled widely up at Donald as he held his hand out for Donald to shake.
Donald took the offered hand and gave it two strong pumps as he returned the smile. “And it’s always lovely to see you, Donatello.” Donald purred as he remained holding Donatello’s hand even though he was no longer shaking it. Donatello stared pointedly at his hand for a moment as a hint but Donald continued to hold onto the other.
“Well then,” Donatello turned and tugged his hand away with his movement. “Ready to head upstairs?” he led the way back up the staircase, Donald following eagerly.
After Donald had closed the door to their private room, he instantly loosened his tie and felt the pressures of his job melt away with the action. “I have to admit that being here with you is what I look forward to every week.” Donald stated honestly as he watched Donatello as he majestically stripped himself of his clothing. Donatello turned his hazel eyes to Donald and smiled at the information. Donald felt his face heat up at the sudden admission. He chuckled lightly at himself, “I must be too stressed from work. I wouldn’t normally say something like that.” He mumbled.
“To tell you the truth, Donald, I like meeting with you too.” Donald stated bashfully as he slowly approached Donald, stressing the sway of his hips as he walked. “I feel like there’s more to you than what meets the eye.” Donatello ran his hands up Donald’s plastron, under his casual business attire, and helped him get undress. “You’re a different person when you’re up here with me than you are when you’re downstairs. Your voice becomes gentler instantly and there’s less of a growl in every syllable.” Donatello smirked as he teased Donald lightly.
Donald chuckled as he moved his arms to let his jacket and undershirt fall away from his shoulders. “Well, Leon is an employee of mine and I have to always remind him who the boss is so he won’t forget. But I don’t have to do that up here; you already know that I’m the boss.”
Donatello hummed his agreement as he reached up around Donald’s neck to finish untying his tie. “Oh yeah, you’re my big, strong boss.” Donatello’s eyes dropped to a half-lidded lust-filled look as his hands roamed over Donald’s arms down to interlock with Donald’s hands and tug him towards the bed. “And I’m going to suck you better than any of your secretaries that want promotions,” he chuckled along with Donald at the joke.
“Then you automatically win there.” Donald informed. “None of my secretaries would ever try something like that.”
“You run a pretty strict office, don’t you?” Donatello scooted back on the bed to get more comfortable and Donald followed his example.
“You could say that,” Donald cupped Donatello’s face and leaned over him. “Or you could just say that I already know who is better in bed.” He smirked as instantly moved off of Donatello and made himself more comfortable for his blowjob.
“I just have one question for you, Donald, because the cost is the same either way, but do you want to come in my mouth or do you want me to suck on you just before you’re about to come?” Donatello asked as he moved in between Donald’s spread legs and started to work on coaxing Donald’s cock out. It was an easy task.
Rubbing his fingers over Donald’s slit, Donatello got Donald to drop out and wasn’t surprised to find his cock already half hard. “I want that pretty mouth of yours to swallow my semen down,” Donald answered.
Donatello nodded wordlessly as he gripped Donald firmly yet gently and began to pump him as he lowered his face to kiss and lick at the long organ. He planted a kiss to the top of the sensitive head that got Donald hissing right before Donatello opened his mouth and took the hot cock instantly into his throat. Donald’s legs twitched and his toes curled as Donatello began to churr around his mouthful.
Moving his head up and down, Donatello made low, whimpering sounds in the back of his throat that made his whole mouth vibrate around Donald’s cock. Donald groaned and his hands fell to the back of Donald’s head to keep his cock submerged in that warm throat. Donatello stroked the underside of Donald’s long tail as he continued to loudly swallow on his cock as though he had been convinced that a creamy filling awaited him, which was true in a way.
Soon, that filling was spurting down Donatello’s throat and he swallowed it down eagerly like he was paid to do. Donald panted but he kept his hands where they were although he allowed Donatello to release his dick from his mouth. Donatello licked his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that.” Donald complimented as he rubbed the back of Donatello’s head as though petting his prized pet.
“Thank you,” Donatello smiled. “This is my job; I should be pretty good at it.” Donatello nuzzled into his hand and then rolled his cheek against Donald’s palm, turning his head so he could lick at Donald’s thumb. He lapped at the digit before taking the finger into his mouth and treating it to the same care and attention as he had given Donald’s penis.
Donald groaned as his cock twitched back to life when Donatello’s gaze locked with his own. Donatello churred around the thick digit and then released it from his mouth with a loud slurp. He licked at his beak and then turned around to rest his upper body on his elbows as he waved his rump before Donald with a coy smile on his face.
Invitingly, Donatello lifted his tail to reveal himself and Donald patted his ass. Without any sort of other warning, Donald pushed his wet thumb into Donatello’s tight entrance.
“G-gentler, please,” Donatello murmured as he gripped the sheets in his hands tightly. “I’m a little sore today.”
“Oh?” Donald inquired. “Busy morning?” he glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s only now noon, how many people go to a brothel on a Saturday morning?”
“No, it wasn’t this morning; it was just a long, hard night.” Donatello briefly explained.
Donald scoffed, “A long, hard night,” he repeated, “really?”
Donatello chuckled. “I chose that wording on purpose,” he looked over his shoulder and winked at Donald as he let his legs fall apart a little bit more.
Licking his beak, Donald grinned. “Well, let me ease your morning a bit before I give you something long and hard to moan about again.” Donald gripped Donatello’s hips and tilted them slightly up as he swiped at Donatello’s tight ring of muscle with his wet, wide tongue. Donatello mewled as Donald repeated the action two more times before lifting his face away for a moment.
“Is there a set time limit or something for this?” Donald asked curiously.
“Even though it’s sort of meant for my pleasure, it’s still meant for you, Donald, so you can rim me as much or as little as you want; it’s your money.” Donatello reminded him.
“Wonderful,” Donald grinned and nipped at the tip of Donatello’s tail, making the littler turtle jerk at the sudden sensation. He then returned his attention to the warm hole waiting for him. Donald swiped at it with his tongue once more before he pushed his wet muscle past the little resistance given and lapped at Donatello’s walls. Donatello shuddered and whimpered in pleasure as he used all of his self control to force himself still and not ram back onto Donald’s face.
The wet, warm sensation spreading throughout him from his intimate entrance made Donatello’s bones feel like jelly. He hadn’t been lying about his work the night before and the care that Donald was giving him with his tongue felt like exactly what he needed to help refresh him.
It felt so good that Donatello didn’t even have to focus on becoming aroused, he was genuinely turned on. His cock hung heavy under him as Donald continued to fuck him with his tongue, pushing in deeply to lap around and then pulling back out only to drive his tongue back in.
Then Donald moved his mouth away and licked at the corners of his beak as he rubbed Donatello’s sides. “Roll over,” he ordered, his voice deep and a little rough. Donatello did as told and spread his legs even wider. Donatello was then filled with the sweet stretch of Donald’s cock as he pushed in to rub away any of the leftover claim from the night before. It felt like Donald was trying to do exactly that; claim Donatello as his own.
Donald had his face buried in Donatello’s neck, nipping and licking at his sweaty skin. His thrusts were intense; deep, hard, fast, perfect, and washing everything else out of Donatello’s mind as he hit his sweet spot over and over again.
And then his world shifted, literally. Donald moved to kneel back, picking Donatello up smoothly and without messing up his thrusting pattern, continued to fuck Donatello solidly. Donald was using gravity to drive Donatello’s own weight down onto his cock, seeking to drive deeper into the willing body.
Donatello scrabbled his hands to find purchase on Donald’s shoulders as he flexed his legs to help lift himself up on Donald’s cock and then drop steadily back down, impaling himself on the thick pillar. Donatello’s own erection rubbed against Donald’s hard plastron and he lost all ability to think as he reached his peak.
“Yes, yes,” Donald grunted and gasped as he kept the rhythm even as he felt Donatello spurt his hot load between them. Donatello’s already tight, slick body tightened around him more and Donald’s vision whitened as he came. He fell onto his shell, bringing Donatello with him, and the two panted heavily as they slowly started to come down from their highs.
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“Your Ruben sandwich and iced tea,” Michelangelo presented Leon his meal, shaking his head as he stared pointedly at the drink choice. “I’m getting into the habit of making a big pitcher of iced tea on Saturday mornings now because of you.” He informed as Leon bit into the pickle that came on the side with his sandwich.
“If you didn’t want me to drink iced tea when I came here then you shouldn’t make such great tasting iced tea.” Leon smiled triumphantly as he got Michelangelo to beam from his left fielded compliment.
“Oh, didn’t you notice anything different about my outfit today?” Michelangelo asked as he motioned to himself.
Leon took a long sip of his drink as he looked Michelangelo up and down slowly. “Your outfit is always the same.” He finally decided as he sat his drink back down.
“That’s not true,” Michelangelo pouted and extended his arms. “See, I’m all blinged out today!” Michelangelo exclaimed as he showed off the shiny watch he had on his right wrist.
Leon chuckled. “That’s some mighty impressive “bling” you’ve got there.”
“Thanks,” Michelangelo smiled. “I was thinking I could sing one of MC Hammer’s songs tonight for karaoke.” He started to munch on the potato chips under Leon’s sandwich. “I mean, this is, like, the only watch we have in the house that isn’t digital so I could use it as a prop or something. At first I thought I could just draw out the giant clock necklace but I didn’t get around to doing it last night and I just know that…” Michelangelo stopped as he looked around the room for the source of the sudden beeping noise.
“Your bling is beeping.” Leon pointed out as he popped a few chips into his mouth. He’d let Michelangelo eat the rest but he had wanted some too.
“Huh, that’s weird. Donnie didn’t tell me this thing beeps.” Michelangelo frowned as he stared at the watch. “I borrowed it off of Don, by the way. I don’t actually own a watch which might explain why I’m usually late to, like, everything.” Michelangelo chuckled as the beeping finally stopped. “I wonder if the beeping meant anything.”
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Donatello rested beside Donald for a moment. Donald’s arm was wrapped around him securely and they were basking in the afterglow. Donatello couldn’t even remember the last time he had come before a costumer without even trying.
“That was amazing,” Donatello complimented as he nuzzled against Donald’s side.
“It really was,” Donald agreed as he turned slightly to press a kiss to the top of Donatello’s head. Donald frowned as he picked up a small noise. “Do you hear that?” Donald asked.
“Hear what?” Donatello questioned as he blinked. Now that it was mentioned, he could hear something.
“Shush, that, right there,” Donald sat up and looked over towards the closet in the room with a glare on his face. He had been enjoying his peace.
“Shell, my computer,” Donatello shouted and leaped over Donald to rush to the closet. He pulled out a large computer situated on a desk with wheels on the bottom of it and began to type furiously at the keyboard.
Donald stared at Donatello curiously as he watched the turtle’s fingers fly over the keys. “What are you doing?” He asked as he stood up.
“I need to focus, Donald,” Donatello snapped as he looked at the computer screen intently.
Donald scowled and moved to stand behind Donatello. He watched as code after code was typed out onto the computer screen. It was impressive to watch the turtle type so quickly, to say one thing, but he didn’t have a clue what Donatello was hoping to achieve. And then the answer popped up with a new screen.
A government satellite was passing over the space area and, as Donald squinted at the screen and his eyes flew over some of the information on the popup, it appeared that the satellite was only in the area for a few minutes. Donald’s eyes narrowed. “You’re hacking into a government satellite?” Donatello didn’t respond as he continued to work. Donald wasn’t too computer savvy but he knew hacking when he saw it, after all, he had his own hacking division that worked for him.
Donatello’s fingers finally fell silent and he sighed happily. “That is the last time I let Mikey borrow my watch on any day that I actually need it.” He announced to no one in particular.
“What data did you just get?” Donald asked curiously.
Donatello jumped at hearing Donald’s voice, as though he had forgotten that Donald was still in the room with him. “Oh, um, well, I didn’t really need anything but I wanted to overlook some of these files in the satellite because it contains people in this city and it’s always good to have data on customers, future or past ones.
“Let me get this straight,” Donald narrowed his eyes. “You just hacked a government satellite so you could, for the hell of it, have files on a bunch of different people in this city?”
“Well, not just a bunch of different people; everyone in this city,” Donatello clarified. “It won’t tell me much that I couldn’t figure out from public knowledge on people, besides social security numbers, but it’s not like I’m going to use the files for anything except for my own records really.”
“Donatello, you’re a genius!” Donald shouted. He knew the boy was smart, especially for his field of work, but he had never expected such a high level of intelligence. ”Come work for me,” Donald offered in all seriousness. “Even my highly trained hackers couldn’t pull off the same stunt you just did. I’ll pay you well, so well, in fact, that you’ll never have to be a whore again!”
Donatello blinked as he looked at Donald for a moment before he pushed his computer back into his closet. “That sounds great, Donald, but I’m going to have to pass on your offer.”
Donald frowned, his happy mood suddenly ruined. “You’re kidding me.”
“Afraid not,” Donatello shook his head as he headed to his pile of clothes to redress himself.
“Why the hell not?” Donald glared, remaining angry even as he watched the turtle dress in a way that made him want to rip the clothes off of him and push him back into the bed.
“I don’t like hacking. I only do it when I feel like its necessary and since many of our customers are such important people and involved in certain things happening in the city, it was necessary this time. Besides, I’m not really into the idea of becoming part of a big corporation.” Donatello explained as he put his shirt back on.
“Donatello,” Donald inhaled slowly to calm himself and talk in a civil manner. “I’m making you the kind of deal that not only would other people in your position kill to have but that people already working for me would eagerly join in the killing spree to have.” Donald expanded his explanation.
“Thanks for the offer, Donald, really,” Donatello smiled, “but I just don’t see myself in that kind of career and I don’t need to change my life right now.”
Donald narrowed his eyes once again. “You obviously don’t understand who I am.”
“You’re Donald Himapple, one of the richest men in the city and also known as one of the most powerful; rumor has it that you’re the head of the mafia that not-so-secretly runs this town.” Donatello stated. “You’re actually one of the reasons why I needed to hack into that satellite,” Donatello informed with a playful smile.
Donald was not in a playful mood. “It’s not a rumor, it’s a fact,” Donald growled. “And trust me, Donatello; you do not want to make me an enemy. Take me up on my offer, now. Don’t be a fool.”
“I don’t want you as an enemy either, Donald.” Donatello insisted as he frowned. “But I also don’t want into your company. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to take your offer, no matter what you say to me. You can’t convince me to work for you.”
“Fine,” Donald spat as he stormed over to his clothes and quickly got dressed. “But just know that you’re going to regret this, Donatello,” Donald pulled out a few hundred dollars blindly and threw them. “I’m going to make sure you regret this; no one turns down Donald Himapple.” He sneered and then slammed the door as he rushed down the stairs.
“We’re leaving.” He snapped at Leon. “Now.”
Leon jumped and instantly reached for his wallet. Donald was using a tone that usually meant someone was about to be killed.
Michelangelo’s eyes were wide as he looked from Donald to Leon. “I’ll go grab the check but what happened?” He asked.
“Don’t bother with the check.” Donald pulled out another twenty and tossed it in Michelangelo’s direction. “Come on, Leon, we’re going right now.”
“Donald, please, wait,” Donatello asked as he ran down the stairs. “I didn’t mean any disrespect, I just don’t like--”
“No disrespect? You turned down my business offer to continue being a whore.” Donald snarled. “How can I not feel--”
“Hey!” Rafieo slammed open the kitchen door, intimidating as ever. “What the fuck did yah just call--”
“Oh shut the fuck up!” Donald screamed at the pimp.
Rafieo waved his butcher’s knife towards the door. “You need to leave. Now.”
“I was just doing that.” Donald claimed.
“No, Donald, please wait,” Donatello pleaded as he grabbed Donald’s arm. Donald’s eyes narrowed and he reached inside his jacket to pull out a gun and fire an inch away from Donatello’s foot. Donatello jumped back and away from Donald, his hands flying up in the universal sign of “I mean you no harm, don’t hurt me.”
“Don’t touch me,” Donald snarled menacingly. “I’m leaving. Now.” He cast a glare in Rafieo’s direction and at the two other turtles coming down the stairs at the sound of the gunshot. “But trust me, I’ll be back.” He threatened and headed for the door, Leon following after him. Leon was confused at the whole situation and turned to glance sadly at the others but he knew it was for his, and Michael’s, best interest to just obey.
He didn’t ask any questions and didn’t offer any words. The car ride back to his home had never been more uncomfortable.
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Date: 2009-12-26 08:10 pm (UTC)It's nothing good, I can assure you. D: Yeah, you'll probably hate Donald again, at least for a while. He's not the bad guy in this fic. Well, not the main bad guy. >_>
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Date: 2009-12-26 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-24 04:37 pm (UTC)And Donald's scary! >.< I wouldn't want to mess with him though he makes me feel like punching him in the face for treating Donny like that. So what if he doesn't want to join his corporation? Big deal! X(
But now I SO want to know what Donald's up to... Probably something not good at all, but still... XP
This series is being interesting.
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Date: 2009-12-26 08:12 pm (UTC)Donald is scary, but it's okay! Or, it will be, eventually. >_> Donald just is really defensive.
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Date: 2009-12-28 10:00 am (UTC)1 problem: "Donald groaned and his hands fell to the back of Donald’s head to keep his cock submerged in that warm throat." 2nd donald's is supposed to be Donatello's I assume? (bah, with the simular names, those 2 must be a beeyotch to write ;)
I love the new twist. Hmmm... I bet don has legal NON-hacking jobs that need filling. Donatello is just being stubborn! ;D
Also, this chapter makes me wonder what exactly Michael would think of Leon's visits to the brothel. Think Michael would be jelous?
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Date: 2010-01-02 03:37 am (UTC)Ah! Thanks for that catch too! (yeah but I'm the idiot who named Donald and then paired him with Don D: lol)
Pfft. EXACTLY. Donatello is just way too stubborn and won't see from Donald's pov.
Well, most people are at least a little upset when they find out their spouse is visiting a whore house. But if Leon were to tell Michael that he's not actually buying anything more than a meal Michael wouldn't be too upset.
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