Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Red Hamilton
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Spoilers: For the movie, natch. :)
General Summary: During the chaos of the shoot-out at Little Bohemia, Special Agent Melvin Purvis is captured by the Dillinger Gang and becomes a ‘Hostage To Fortune’…and ‘Johnny’s Indulgence’.
Chapter Summary: Johnny needs help with self-improvement. Mel can help. Note: This chapter inspired the events of "Let’s Trip The Light Fantastic!" ;)
Date Of Completion: August 3, 2009
Date Of Posting: September 8, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 916
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy. Alexander the Great’s men accepted their leader’s indulgence, who happened to be Bagoas, the Persian Boy, an ex-slave who shared Alexander’s bed. They didn’t object to him being male but that he was a barbarian (non-Greek). It showed their love and respect for Alexander when they accepted Bagoas, and learned to respect him in his own right.
Canon is a jumping-off point but I changed several things, including the survival of Johnny’s gang, as their dynamic was important to this story.
Mostly this is drama with elements of romance, so I said what the heck and included that in the Genre. :)
Yeah, this was going to be a one-shot, albeit a long one, but the boys were just too much fun to play with. ;)
So, enjoy this story of seduction, sex, and a touch of Stockholm Syndrome. ;)
The entire series can be found here.
"COME, DANCE WITH ME"
Dance with me,
Under the stars,
Under the sun.
Dance with me,
When the day
When Mel awoke the next morning, he could feel Johnny spooned up against him. He sighed quietly, a smile on his lips.
He had often awakened in Johnny’s arms, or his lover curled up around him, but he often woke up this way, which made Mel feel safe and comfortable.
“Hey, darlin’,” Johnny whispered, nuzzling the back of his neck.
Johnny touched his head lightly. “Better?”
“Yes. My headache seems to be gone.”
Mel was very happy to have Johnny back as his caretaker, though Red would poke his head in now and again.
During one quiet afternoon, Johnny noticed Mel’s restlessness and got an idea. He winked as he asked, “Are you a good dancer, Mel?”
“Any of the latest crazes?”
Mel laughed. “I haven’t had time to really learn that newest one, the jitterbug. Too busy chasing you, suh.”
Johnny grinned. “So you were, so you were.” He stood up from the rocking chair. “Can you teach me stuff like the foxtrot and the waltz?”
“You wish to learn for Miss Billie?”
“Always knew you were a smart one, Mel.” Johnny unchained him. “I do have a dilemma here. You could knee me in the nuts and take off on me.”
“How about I give you my word of honor that I won’t try anything during dancing lessons?” Mel’s voice was the soul of honor but laced with amusement.
“Well, you’re nothing if not a man of honor, Mel.” Johnny unhooked the handcuffs. “Gonna hold you to that pledge.”
Mel smiled as he asked, “So, who’s the girl?”
Johnny laughed. “Guess that’d be you, babe. I need to know how to be the one leadin’ when I dance with Billie.”
Mel smiled again. He held out his arms and said, “Let’s get started.”
Johnny took hold of Mel’s hand and put the other on his hip, and they started to dance.
“Foxtrot?” asked Mel.
“Okay, then, this is a two-step…”
Johnny remembered Billie’s instructions when they had first done this dance in the nightclub, but he needed practice.
Mel was a good dancer, graceful and stylish. Even more importantly, he was a good teacher, patient and understanding.
Johnny appreciated that. Mel could have easily mocked him, but it apparently wasn’t in the man’s nature. Gentle teasing, yes, humiliation, no.
Johnny stumbled a little but was a quick study, soon leading Mel around with his own grace and style. The Southerner’s accent was a bit more pronounced as he said, “You are a good student, Mr. Dillinger.”
Johnny shivered in delight at that Southern drawl draped around his name.
“Why, thank you, Mr. Purvis. You’re a fine teacher.”
Mel’s dark eyes sparkled, and he suddenly leaned in and kissed Johnny, who pulled him close. Their kiss grew more passionate and they flopped onto the bed, both pulling each other’s clothes off, skin-against-skin as they stroked and nipped and kissed, their bodies creating delicious friction as Mel wrapped his legs around Johnny, who never failed to be amused at the depths of passion in this proper Southern gentlemen. He breathed in his partner’s ear, “Spread your legs for me, darlin’.”
He lubed himself up and prepared Mel, who groaned and welcomed him home, hot and tight and feeling really good.
Johnny smiled. He loved to get a verbal reaction from his lover, his own orgasm building and building until he climaxed, Mel shuddering as his cock spurted all over his partner’s belly.
Johnny touched his head to Mel’s. “Looks like we need a shower.”
The next lesson was by the stream, Johnny still shy about his men knowing about it. There was more room to move out here and they took full advantage of it.
“Miss Billie will be pleased,” Mel said.
“I’ll have her write a thank-you note,” Johnny teased.
He swept Mel around, his foot catching on a rock and he lost his balance, Mel trying to catch him, both men ending up in the water. Surprised, they burst out laughing, splashing and teasing as they groped at each other. Water droplets glittered in their hair and on their lashes, drawing them into a kiss. As they broke apart, Johnny tried to dunk Mel and he fought back, both ending up under the water and coming back up spluttering and laughing.
They climbed out of the stream, clothes clinging to their skin.
Dark clouds scudded across the sky and it suddenly began to rain, the skies opening up. Johnny grabbed Mel’s hand and they ran for the cabin, laughing as the rain pelted their skin.
Red was at the front door, urging them inside and slamming the door shut behind them.
The gang was amused at the drenched bodies of their leader and his hostage, looks of appreciation for both passing amongst them as the undershirts clung to their skin, outlining their chests and backs, wet pants outlining the muscles of strong legs and certain…curves. Red complained about the two of them “not knowing enough to get in out of the rain” and herded them to the bathroom to peel off their clothes and get into dry ones.
Neither a smiling Johnny nor Mel mentioned getting wet before the storm.
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