Pairing: Jogan
This is actually sort of an outtake from my AU Jogan fic Loved In Return (which is based on the Moulin Rouge). But you don't necessarily need to read that for this. Basically, it's courtesan Julian and Logan watching him :)
Julian is dancing on the song SM - Rihanna
Good At Being Bad
Na na na
Come on
Na na na
Come on
Whore Night.
That's what they called it.
The elite of the prostitutes, the ones who only stripped for the rich, the ones who didn't accept anything less than they were worth, the ones whose bodies were only meant for the upper class.
They performed one night a month for the less fortunate people—dancing on booming, modern music instead of the usual classy notes; showing off their star dancers, their best moves and most beautiful bodies.
And this time—for the first time in years—the Moulin Rouge had decided to throw in their sparkling diamond.
The less wealthy people started yelling as soon as his voice rang out, and the upper class—the ones who'd set aside their pride and mingled with the poorer ones just to watch their Cheshire dance—looked upon them with slight distain. But as soon as Julian stepped on the stage, smoke billowing round him and the lights flickering hypnotically, their jaws dropped and they were screaming just as hard.
Na na na na na
Come on
Na na na
Come on, come on, come on
Julian's eyes were rimmed with black coal, his face pale and beautiful, contrasting starkly with his dark eyes and even darker hair. Leather jeans clung absolutely perfectly to his legs, his muscles visible as they rippled smoothly along with every movement. His body was covered in a dark blue button up that didn't have all the buttons closed, the tan skin of his stomach easily stretching over his abs.
He stalked forward decisively, the sound of his footsteps drowned out by the loud, booming music. He reached out, long fingers lightly trailing over the pole while he slowly walked around it. His eyes were searching the crowd carefully as he parted his lips to sing his lines.
Feels so good being bad (Oh oh oh oh oh)
There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Logan was all the way at the end of the dance floor, sitting on the bar with a beer in his hand, watching Julian carefully—his stare unblinking as they followed the dancer's every move.
Sepia found green, and when Logan smirked and raised his eyebrows skeptically, Julian's lips pulled up in a wide grin.
Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Outta box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Grin widening, the brunet dancer twirled around the pole, his body light and flexible and beautiful. Julian came out of his twirl and jumped on the floor of the stage, his fingers curling around a leather whip that seemed to have appeared out of nothing.
The people went absolutely wild seeing this—their gasps and excited cries shooting through the room—and Logan's eyes widened, his heart pounding painfully.
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Julian's voice was a bliss to listen to—hoarse, powerful and crystal-clear as it rang out above the shouts and desperate pleas of his audience. He slashed his whip through the air, crouched and dragged it over his crouch torturously slowly. Logan was as transfixed as the rest of the people, his mind completely preoccupied as he thought of everything he could do with Julian and the whip later tonight.
The whip cut through the air again and Logan stared with glittering eyes while Julian strutted over the stage, hands of unworthy strangers reaching over the edge and following him wherever he went.
Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it (Na na na)
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Julian smiled—his excitement and exhilaration contagious and tangible in the air—dropped to his knees and dragged the whip over some man's chest. The man's eyes widened and he made a grab for Julian's wrists, but the dancer merely laughed and spun delicately out of his reach. He went to stand in the middle of the stage, growling playfully as he grabbed the whip with both hands and sank his teeth in the strong leather.
Logan's breathing hitched and his beer slipped from his fingers.
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
The whip back between his full lips after the lines, Julian leaped on a pole and bent backwards gracefully, only his legs keeping him from falling. He was hanging upside down, smiling wickedly while people threw him his money. It was decidedly less than he was used to, but it didn't seem to bother him as he removed the whip from his mouth and blew a kiss towards a group of hysterical women.
He jumped off his pole and his gaze found Logan immediately. He raised his arm to point the whip towards him, smirking teasingly and proceeding to drag it suggestively over his body. Some people turned to look at the fortunate blond, others didn't dare to lose sight of Cheshire.
Logan's eyes narrowed and he smirked tightly, his fingers curled in such tight fists they were going numb.
Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it (Na na na)
Julian dropped onto the floor, on his hands and knees as he arched his back, the leather jeans stretching over his ass and legs, making the audience moan in desire. He whispered the next letters, voice hoarse and rough and perfect.
Logan dropped his beer, jumped off the bar and pushed his way through the crowd.
S-S-S & M-M-M
S-S-S & M-M-M
Finally seeing Logan stalking to the stage, Julian snickered and laughed through the song. He shifted his position, spreading his legs teasingly, whip ready and expression challenging.
Logan didn't back off, accepting the challenge with open arms.
Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on
It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong
And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah ah ah
Logan leaned over the edge of the stage, looking so at ease and confident, people didn't even try to stop him, convinced he belonged to the act. Julian arched an eyebrow, his tongue raking over his teeth and lips, sepia eyes unblinkingly focused on his lover.
The blond smirked—the bright lights reflecting in his sparkling eyes—and reached out, satisfied when Julian leaned in and allowed Logan to gently touch his flushed cheeks.
The corner of Julian's mouth twitched up in a smile and he wanted nothing more than to stop the performance, jump in Logan's arms and kiss him until he wouldn't be able to breathe—but the music continued, people were waiting and the show had to go on.
He turned away, his face splitting in an elated grin as he let his whip touch Logan's collarbone tenderly while he walked off again.
Julian was like a dream when he performed—a wonderful, brilliant dream that lingered forever after waking up. Always close enough to see the secrets in his dark eyes, always close enough to touch—but every time Logan would reach out, the dancer would wisp through his fingers like the smoke of his cigarettes, grinning and winking seductively as he twirled out of reach.
Exactly like the Cheshire Cat he'd borrowed his stage name from.
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
But tonight, after the show and after Julian had gathered his money, Logan would have him all for himself. Julian knew it as he looked over his shoulder—his eyes smoldering coals filled with longing—and Logan knew it—smirking as he met the dancer's eyes and licking his lips in anticipation.
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Julian smirked and dropped down on his knees, letting the people touch his luscious body as a rain of green bills fluttered down around him. He closed his eyes, singing the last lines with a steady voice, using the last strength he had left. His exhaustion was only obvious to Logan, who'd been worrying for ages about the dancer's quickly deteriorating condition, and Julian knew this—shooting the blond a reassurance glance before he leaped to his feet, the whip lashing through the air one last time.
I like it
The music stopped.
The people roared their deafening shouts.
Men and women tried to shove away the guards who'd suddenly appeared, hands grasping futilely in the air as they attempted to get one last touch of their Cheshire.
And in the midst of it all, Logan was utterly quiet as he stared at Julian—his expression a mix of awe, adoration, protectiveness and pure, utter love. Julian found his stare and he was laughing out loud, showing off his money to Logan and winking suggestively. He gestured to the back of the building and Logan smirked as he immediately understood. He blew Julian a kiss—the dancer pretended to swoon, hand on his heart and his heart in his eyes—and Logan turned on his heels, disappearing behind the guards and behind the heavy, red curtains where he would wait impatiently for Julian and the kind of night he could only have with him.
Also, for the people who read Gunsight and don't follow me on Tumblr: the newest chapter is now with my beta, so it should be updated in the next few days :) Sorry sorry sorry for the long wait :(