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Reposted Fic: Now And Forever I: Johnny’s Indulgence (5/22)

Okay, now THAT'S weird! I was informed that I had a broken link in one of my multi-chaptered stories so naturally went to fix it, and found the entire entry gone! I know I posted it, because there's a header over on guns_fedoras. *scratches head* So I'll re-post the missing chapter. LJ, your weirdness never ends!


Title: Now And Forever I: Johnny’s Indulgence (5/22)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Red Hamilton
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
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: A daily routine is established between Mel and Johnny, but there’s more going on than morning exercises and breakfast.
Date Of Completion: July 28, 2009
Date Of Posting: August 23, 2009 (Reposted November 5, 2010)
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 779
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.



V

SUNSHINE, FRESH AIR, AND EXERCISE


"Our red-blooded American males need to maintain a strict regimen of exercise out in the sun, fresh air, and countryside, otherwise they will fall to vice and other unspeakable perversions of the wicked cities."


Reverend Hiram Atterby
"Care Of Young Men’s
Bodies And Spirits"
1888 C.E.



For the next few days, Mel slept, trying to regain his strength. Johnny tended to him, and when Mel awoke one morning headache-free, Johnny was delighted.

“How about some exercise?” At Mel’s wary look, Johnny laughed. “Sit-ups and push-ups and stuff like that. You need fresh air, Sunshine.” Johnny opened the shutters and sunlight streamed in. “We’ll eat after.”

Johnny was careful as he unlocked the handcuffs from the headboard. He brought Mel outside, the agent shading his eyes as he tried to adjust to the light.

“What’s your routine?”

“Oh, sit-ups, push-ups and stuff like that.”

Johnny laughed.

Red came out and lolled by the doorway, gun in his holster. Mel saw him but didn’t seem disturbed. He began a series of stretching exercises, Johnny not bothering to hide his interest. Mel took off his shirt, keeping his undershirt on.

He did push-ups, then sit-ups, Johnny holding his ankles.

“Hold for me.”

Mel complied, watching as Johnny did a series of sit-ups, grunting as he pushed himself. His hair fell into his eyes.

“Wow, I feel all invigorated.” Johnny smiled crookedly as he stood, holding out a hand to Mel, who took it. Johnny helped him up.

Inside the cabin, Johnny said, “Better take a shower. You worked up quite a sweat.” He eyed the agent. “My clothes should fit you. Red, will you…?”

“Sure.”

In the bathroom Mel began to strip, Johnny leaving him alone.

& & & & & &


Mel was grateful for the privacy, indulging in a blessedly-hot shower, using the bar of Ivory soap and a bottle of shampoo that smelled like strawberries. He lingered as long as he dared, then shut off the water and toweled himself off dry. He found fresh underwear, undershirt, and pants laid out for him, slipping on the shirt last.

It smelled faintly of Johnny’s cologne.

He rubbed his wrists, the skin chafed from the cuffs. He sighed as the door opened.

“Ready?”

“Almost.”

He combed his wet hair, submitting to the cuffs again. Johnny put him on a short chain, making it difficult for Mel to move freely.

Back in the bedroom he was chained to the bed, his clear head starting to notice details, planning his escape.

Johnny smiled in amusement.

& & & & & &


They kept up the routine, Mel looking for a way to escape, but Johnny was cautious. He never wore his gun, preventing Mel from grabbing it, and was always careful of the agent when locking and unlocking the cuffs.

On the third day that Mel went through his exercise routine, Johnny joined him again. Red or Homer were always nearby, guns in easy reach, and there was no opportunity to escape.

Mel wasn’t afraid that Johnny would kill him out-of-hand. John Dillinger did not appear to kill for pleasure. He shot at cops and bank guards and any gangster who crossed him in the course of a shoot-out, but he didn’t kill in cold blood.

If Mel escaped, he would be shot at.

If he escaped, he had to be sure he would succeed.

& & & & & &


The morning was hot and sticky and Mel sweated as he exercised, Johnny’s skin gleaming as he mirrored his actions.

Mel tried not to notice how Johnny’s muscles rippled beneath his shirt. He’d rolled up the sleeves of an old shirt while Mel worked out in undershirt and pants.

After the exercises he showered, was shaved by Johnny, and then Johnny brought him breakfast, hair wet and skin scrubbed fresh from his own shower.

“Hope you like blueberry pancakes.” Johnny set the tray over Mel’s lap, his hair smelling faintly of strawberry-scented shampoo.

“I…like them fine.” It was hard to cut pancakes with a spoon but he managed. He had a sudden craving for strawberries.

Johnny smiled lazily. “Good.” He brushed a lock of damp hair out of bright eyes.

Mel tried to concentrate on his pancakes, tried to scheme ways to escape without getting shot, tried to forget those amused eyes watching him…

When Johnny leaned close to take the tray, Mel smelled the shampoo again, saw the clean, sparkling skin and looked into rich hazel eyes.

He abruptly turned away, willing himself not to shake.

As Johnny left the room, Mel squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.

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