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Turtle in the Flame of Desire	By : Cynlee717 Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3983 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, they are owned by Viacom. I do not make any money off of the stories I write about them. They are purely the work of fan fiction.

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Hello! New to this site. Been a bit since I’ve attempted something like this. Rated NC-17 for innuendo, oral, self-gratification, and food. Millions of thanks to Greenwillow for betaing this-- I couldn’t have done it without her!

TMNT strangely enough now belong to Viacom and Nickelodeon. Guolizhuang is a real place in Beijing, China, and I don’t think I’ll ever eat there.

Turtle in the Flame of Desire

“You look uncomfortable,” Karai observed over the rim of her wine glass. Across the elegantly set table, Leonardo tried to maintain a calm, disinterested expression. But truth to tell, he was uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable. If he’d had a collar, he would have been tugging at it. Instead, he toyed with his chop sticks, searching for something to say.

“I thought it rather strange that you would set up this meeting for Valentine’s Day,” he managed finally. “I trust no one thinks this is a date.”

Karai’s eyes traveled to the beautiful vase of red roses that Leonardo had presented her with (“A token of our willingness to talk” he had said). A small smile played upon her crimson lips as she remembered his hesitant presentation of the gift.

“It is simply a business meeting,” she said, taking another sip of the wine. “We must come to a formal agreement with this truce between our clans. I want no more battles with you.”

“But all this,” Leo gestured with the chopsticks. “It seems like a lot of expense just to talk.”

The room was a private one in a new Chinese restaurant. A quartet sat in the corner, playing something soft and unrecognizable to the turtle. The fact that they seemed to pay no attention to Leonardo’s uniqueness had him wondering at first. But then his attention was focused on Karai.

Dressed in a black, tight, low-cut dress, her flawless skin nearly glowing in the dark room, she commanded all his attention without words.

“I enjoy fine things, Leonardo,” she shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Leo could not help watching the effect this movement had on his view of her generous breasts. “Where is it written that such truce meetings must take place over fried rice and water?”

“I meant no disrespect,” Leonardo replied, putting down the chopsticks and taking a drink of the fragrant tea. He ignored the wine and various other alcohol drinks that stood at the ready, determined to keep a clear head.

“I hope you will enjoy this meal,” she said, as the door opened and several servers began to bring in the food. Shaking out her linen napkin and settling it over her lap, she smiled as the aroma of the various dishes reached her nostrils. “I ate at the original restaurant when I was in Beijing. I am glad they have opened a franchise here.”

Leo watched as beautifully arranged platters of food were set between himself and Karai. A young woman set up two electric hot plates, then put a pot of broth on one and a pot of soup on the other, while another woman brought in two glass plates containing what appeared to be a variety of raw meats, all artfully arranged on a bed of lettuce and flowers. Another dish contained something that looked like appetizers on sticks-- round, white with little red dots.

A large plate of curry containing large chunks of meat was placed close to Leonardo. So far it was the only dish that seemed familiar, though the meat was obviously not chicken or beef. Lamb perhaps? The appetizing smell of the curry filled his nostrils and set his stomach into anticipation mode.

“That one is called ‘Look for the Treasure in the Desert Sand’,” Karai mentioned, as she surveyed the rest of the table.

“Interesting name,” Leonardo commented.

“They have a unique way of naming their dishes,” she replied. “Much more exciting than ‘Kung Pao Chicken’, if you ask me.”

A waiter brought in what was apparently the showpiece-- a large platter, once again covered with lettuce and flowers, and featuring something long, split, and fried-- with a decorative piece of a golden dragon rising from the center. Leonardo wondered at the length of the meat-- sausage, perhaps? It had a very unsausage-like appearance. Pork tenderloin? What was that odd shape at the end of it? The low lighting made it hard to tell.

Karai smiled in complete satisfaction and admiration, and clapped her appreciation to the waiter, adding a statement in Mandarin, to which the waiter bowed.

“I asked him to send my compliments to the chef,” she explained to Leonardo. “This is called ‘Dragon in the Flame of Desire’. It is my favorite! I remember the first time I ate it. It was quite an adventure!”

The more Leonardo looked at the amazingly long shape, the more uneasy he grew. It looked like-- but that’s impossible-- still, it LOOKED like--

“Shall we begin?” Karai suggested, and helped herself to the appetizers, then having the waitress offer them to Leonardo, who politely took a few. “These are called ‘Henry’s Whip’. They are very tasty, though I am not a fan of mayonnaise.”

Leo politely took a bite-- chewed carefully-- swallowed.

“I can’t place the meat,” he said after a pause. Karai’s eyes took on a wicked gleam.

“It's sheep's penis,” she replied, taking one for herself and delicately placing it in her mouth. “Sheep’s penis on a stick covered in mayonnaise and sweet cheese.”

Sheep’s penis? Sheep’s PENIS?

Leonardo felt the eyes of Karai and the waiter and waitresses on him. Manfully he picked up his second, blocked his mind to the howling protest of his stomach, and ate again.

It took two cups of tea to wash it down, but he flattered himself that he’d downed them in a casual, nonchalant manner.

“Karai, may I ask...”

“It was rather evil of me, I admit,” Karai wiped her mouth carefully. “All of the meats are penis. It is a specialty restaurant, founded in Beijing, called the Guolizhuang. It is quite popular. I highly recommend it.”

The waitress began dipping pieces of meat that had been cut into star-like circles into the boiling broth (chicken, Leonardo was assured), then when sufficiently cooked, were put onto their plates. Karai dipped hers into one of the sauces that were available to her.

“Ox penis helps manliness,” he heard her saying as he watched the pieces on his plate, waiting for them to magically turn into something else, the way he used to do as a child when Splinter fixed Leonardo’s least favorite food of all.

Suddenly, fried liver and onions didn’t seem so bad.

“Try it, Leonardo,” she said. “Its consistency and taste remind me of overly bitter rings of calamari, but the dipping sauce helps to bring out a balance for the delicate palate.”

Leonardo’s eyes roamed the table once again.

Penis. Animal penis.

The waitress had also been cooking raw meats in the pot of soup, and was now ladling out generous portions into soup bowls. Kara accepted hers eagerly, looking like a child about to enjoy her favorite treat.

But when the waitress set the white broth full of meat in front of Leonardo, Karai said something in Mandarin and the bowl was removed at once.

“I do not think it would be appropriate for you to have that, Leonardo,” she apologized. “It is Turtle and Stag Penis pot, and as you can guess, it would be.... wrong.... to ask you to eat that.”

Wrong? Wrong was hardly the word! He picked up his teacup and fumbled it, but only just-- years of training prevented him from spilling one drop-- but it took all of his self-discipline to steady his hand before sipping as if nothing was wrong.

WRONG?

Meanwhile, the helpful waiter had cheerfully loaded his plate with a healthy portion of the long piece of meat that Leonardo now knew to be penis. Leonardo felt his stomach roil as he stared at the knob, now surrounded by various other animal members that he did not know and did not want to know. HOW was he going to eat this stuff without throwing up?

He eyed the curry. Could he perhaps eat that while avoiding the “meat”?

“Perhaps you would prefer that particular dish,” Karai’s eyes had not missed one moment of Leonardo’s discomfort. “It might be more acceptable to you. ‘Treasure in the Desert’ is actually sheep gonads on a bed of curry. Rather like Rocky Mountain Oysters.”

“Ladies first,” he found himself saying with a polite bow, but Karai smiled a refusal.

"Women should not eat testicles," she replied. "The hormones could give them a deeper voice and a beard, and I do not wish for that. Penises, on the other hand, are completely harmless, and in fact are very good for the complexion.”

And she began to eat her soup with relish, fishing out piece after piece of stag and turtle, then switching to her own helping of “Dragon in the Flame of Desire”.

Leonardo found he couldn’t take his eyes off of Karai. She looked particularly stunning. Her red lips stood out against her champaign skin. Her white, even teeth were pearls, the tip of her tongue setting off their brilliance. Her dark, dark eyes...

Leo, blushing, took a swallow of tea, then forced himself to look at his plate.

Perhaps a bit of wine would help him get this stuff down?

“Oh! Look how lucky I got!” Karai’s voice was full of surprise and delight. Leonardo looked up to see her holding with her chopsticks something large, firm, green.... familiar....

“I’ve never seen one this large! I mean, turtle, that is,” she continued, eyeing the member with relish. “And certainly not in my Turtle and Stag pot!”

Absently, Leonardo reached under the table cloth and reassured himself that he had everything he’d come here with. Then he felt foolish. But he also felt his “turtle hood” so to speak, and breathed a small sigh of relief.

“Ah, this will be a special treat,” she breathed, bringing the business end of the turtle wang to her mouth. Leo, riveted, watched the scene play out in slow motion. A drop of the creamy white soup glistened on the tip of the turgid penis. Karai’s tongue emerged and daintily captured the drop of broth before it could fall back into the bowl.

Leonardo felt a growing pressure. He shifted in his seat, his left hand still in his lap, his right making a show of picking up a piece of meat from the curry, forcing himself to stop staring at Karai’s mouth.

“You’re not eating,” she observed.

“I’ve never been a big fan of organ meat,” he heard himself reply. Then he looked up, shocked at his flippancy. And once again he was captured by the sight of Karai’s red lips parting, her white teeth and coral tongue warming greeting the end of the penis.

She took it into her mouth, still holding it with the chopsticks. Her lips closed around the head. Her facial muscles indicated to Leonardo that she was gently sucking the tip.

His hand found its own way around his own member, and held it tightly. His prudish side tried to convince him it was merely for protection, but his carnal side was hinting to him that he envied the turtle wang in Karai’s chopsticks.

She removed it and slowly stirred her soup with it, then brought it dripping to her mouth. This time she took it in halfway, slowly and with great relish. The sucking motions were stronger. She even slid it slightly in and out, eyes closed, a look of hunger on her face that somehow didn’t seem connected with food.

“It’s so delicious,” she sighed, and once again moistened it in the creamy white soup. “So salty yet so sweet!” She absently wiped some of the broth from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She held the chopsticks and its prize up again, and the same hand that had wiped her mouth now ran a long, red fingernail along the side of the penis.

Leo watched again as she brought it to her mouth. The red of her fingernails, the red of her lips... the green of the “meat”...

He mimicked with his hand the movement of Karai’s mouth as once again she took the penis into her mouth. He shamelessly watched as she drew it in, then with lips parted, slowly pulled it out so that her gleaming white teeth scraped lightly the length, stopping at the head. Her mouth opened again, and her tongue emerged to tickle and tease the delicacy.

Leo’s hand worked his own penis, even as he watched Karai work the other one. Belatedly he realized that the musicians, the waiter and waitresses were gone. They were alone.

His breathing was louder. He tried to keep control, but the sight of Karai once again running her teeth along the turtle wang was making it difficult. He longed for it to be his member that she was licking, sucking, scraping those white, white teeth slowly back and forth...

She took it in as far as she could while still holding it with the chopsticks, and this time the muscle contractions of her mouth and throat left nothing to the imagination. Leo wished for some lotion and began to work his prick in earnest, not caring if she knew or not.

Once again her lips parted; once again she slowly pulled it from her mouth, the teeth once again scraping lightly over the shaft until she reached the head...

Leo’s hand moved up the length of his own shaft, pausing at the head...

Then those delicate white teeth snapped down hard, biting clean through--

“Auugh!”

Leo woke with a start, momentarily disoriented, covered in sweat, looking around in a panic.

The room was lit by the bank of tvs. Every one of them was tuned to “Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern”.

He was alone on the couch, aware of the fact that Mike and Don were in the room and that he had a pressing problem. Grabbing a cushion, he clapped it to his crotch just in case something was showing.

Evidently he hadn’t made any noticeable noise. Good. Perhaps he could make it to the bathroom without attracting anyone’s attention. He carefully got up, trying to stand casually while keeping a death grip on the cushion that was his security at the moment.

Mike was sprawled on some pillows on the floor, a notebook before him, head propped up and eyes on the tv.

“I wonder what ox dong tastes like,” he mused, making notes as the host featured a restaurant in Beijing, China called “Guolizhuang”.

“Probably like chicken,” Don, lounging in Splinter’s chair, replied. “Honestly, Mike, who would want to eat that?”

“A lot of people, evidently!” Mike grinned. “Maybe Casey could take April there for their honeymoon. Give her a few ideas, you know.”

“Do NOT mention April in conjunction with that restaurant-- OR that innuendo-- ever again,” Don chided Mike sternly.

Mike was dying to make a workable joke over the word “innuendo” and not coming up with anything suitable, so he turned his attention to the tv show.

“Anyway, that turtle and stag deal is out! No way can I serve that.”

“No way you will EVER serve any of that!” Leo, forgetting that he did not want their attention, was favored with both Don and Mike looking at him.

“What’s the matter, Fearless Leader?” Mike teased, with a knowing glance at Don. “It can’t be worse than fried liver and onions. Tell you what, I’ll offer you a choice when--”

“Mike, seriously, where are you going to get the main ingredient?” Don questioned, his attention going back to the tv. “It’s not like April can pick it up at the grocery.”

“Maybe the local meat market?”

“No! I forbid it, Michelangelo!”

“Jeeze, Leo, chill! How comes you’re so uptight? And why are you walking that way? Pull a muscle or something?”

“Um... yeah,” Leo said, and hurried as best he could towards the bathroom.

He was just entering when Raph prevented him from closing the door.

“Just a minute, Leo! I gotta bone ta pick with you!”

*groan*

“What is it Raph?” he said, leaning his head out the door, hiding the rest of himself as best he could. “Can’t it wait? I’m... in a hurry.”

Raph planted himself so that he could not be ignored. Arms crossed, poised in his best confrontational stance, he looked his brother in the eye.

“Are you outta yer mind, Leo? Seriously! I mean, I can understand yer wantin’ ta get this truce settled with Karai. But are you really gonna go out to dinner with her?”

Leo, with a gulp and a glance over towards the tv, shook his head.

“Only if it’s at McDonalds.”

And he slammed the door. And locked it.

Fin
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