I dont own anyone mentioned in this story.

This is my take on Moulin Rouge (I love that movie)

I hope you Enjoy,

once again here are my favorite pairing of all time (Cody and Randy)

Randall Orton walked into the Cabaret, his tuxedo was primed, and his hair or lack thereof was slick. His ice blue eyes wondered around the large dance hall, and his eyes locked on all the men dressed similar to him. It was a time of new era, it was the twentieth century. Men carried canes, and wore top hats of every color; most of the men here though wore black. Randall was guided by a young boy no older than twenty to a booth, the ceiling was lit beautifully by a large chandelier in the middle and smaller ones spread out around the room.

Candles were placed at every table. The tables were covered in a bright red satin covering and the seats were plush. Curtains were pulled back to show off each booth. The candle light allowing just enough so that they could see but not be seen so clearly.

Randall watched as men and women danced. The women wore long dresses of every color; the tops were fit to their figure, much like a corset. Their hair was pulled back, and they had more than pounds of makeup caked to their faces.

Those women worked here. The boys who worked here wore black pants which were supposed to resemble those of the more fine dress pants the men who visited wore. Their hair was tossed and they wore a small amount of makeup, usually small lines of eye liner and eye shadow, maybe even some base.

Randall was approached by one by one boy and women. He kindly turned them down, he had come here to observe, he had been in many Cabarets but he had heard this one was one of the more pleasant, as pleasant as one can get.

And they were right, they decoration of the hall was meant to capture someone passing by, the bright lights, and colors, the set up was beautiful. Randall was content just looking around.

He came out of his thoughts when the lights dimmed and everyone formed a circle in the middle of the room. He watched as a hole was made between men and women on one side and someone walked into the middle of the circle.

He was stunning from what Randall could see. He was taller than most of the boys, he must have been a bit older. He had a dark patch of hair atop his head, and the pants he wore hung low on jutting hip bones. His chest was covered in muscle, Randall cold have counted the dips of each ab.

He got up from his booth and towards the circle, as everyone began to run their hands over the boy as he walked between them, He wore a smile and as Randall got closer his icy eyes coming to meet softer frosty ones. He gasped. He had never seen someone more beautiful in his life.

As the music started back up and men and women began to dance, Randall continued his dissidence towards the boy until he was chest to chest with him. He held out his hand and as the boys palm came into his own he pulled him closer and they too began to dance a slow waltz.

Randall couldn't take his eyes off of him. He was like nothing he had ever seen before. His hand was soft in his own. He didn't let the boy's looks fool him; he knew he couldn't be as innocent as he looked. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to touch and ravish this boy?

"Randall." He said as he stopped dancing and bowed politely.

"Cody." Randall smiled, even his name was deceiving.

"Pleasure." And they began to dance again.

As they danced the music picked up and became fast. Cody was pulled from him by another pair of arms and Randall watched as he danced his way around the dance hall.

He was in love… He could feel it in his stomach, the tell tale signs all in check. Stomach in knots, throat dry, legs like jelly.

The boy was placed back in his arms again and he gripped him hard, not allowing another to take him. He wanted this boy. HE had to have him.

Their eyes met once again and Randall's breath escaped him. Those eyes held so much. Pain, want, desire, exhaustion.

Without his notice Randall's grip had loosened and Cody was once again away from him. His arms feeling empty he dropped them to his side.

He stood in the same spot until he heard a loud scream from the middle of the room, and every one ran to gather.

Cody lay in the middle, his body pressed against one man's chest, his eyes were closed and sweat droplets cascaded down his forehead, soaking his skin. The man picked him up and carried him away.

Randall looked on as the boy was taken from the room, the air seemingly thicker. His stomach knotted in a sickly way. He felt empty. He had only met this boy they hadn't spoken full sentences to each other and already he could feel the need build in him.

He walked from the cabaret and into the wet streets. His shoes clacked against the cobbled street. His hands dug into his pocket, the air nipping at his tanned skin. He bit his lip, Cody still on his mind. He would have to see him once again.

Cody lay on a love seat in his dressing room, his pants had been taken off and his chest was being sponged with cold water. His skin prickled at the chill and his breath was short. "Cody." A soft voice said above him, the sponge stilling, he felt the water run down his chest and into his underwhere, he shivered as the cold reached his most intimate place.

He groaned and turned over, he was tired. He had never been so tired. He opened his eyes and was met by ones of his friend Evan.

"Evan." He croaked and a glass of water was placed in front of him. He drank quickly, the water rolling down his dry throat, filling up his belly, draining the glass fast made him sick, and with one last sip he fell back to the chair and took in a deep breath.

"I fainted, must have been all the heat and dancing." Everyone in the room looked around at each other.

"Yea sweetie, it must have been the heat." Evan soothed before he ran the cloth over Cody's forehead cleaning off the sweat beads.