A Shadow Is Cast Wherever He Stands
Title: A Shadow Is Cast Wherever He Stands
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Hendriksen
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: # 20 teasing
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: none
Summary: Hendriksen is investigating in a strip club when he gets distracted by a dancer.
Warnings: Stripper!Dean
Word Count: 614 (Including lyrics)
Notes: I really wanted to write a Stripper!Dean fic, and here it is. I'm really unsure why my warped mind chose Hendriksen, but it works. Also, the song he dances to, and the lyrics within are from Red Right Hand by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds. Cause seriously? An exotic dance to that song would be hotter than the freaking sun!!
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Victor Hendriksen was on a case. He was here with his partner, investigating a string of murders of male exotic dancers. He was supposed to be questioning the club’s employees. Instead, he was drawn to the stage by the dancer.
He was graceful and beautiful. He had pale skin with a light dusting of freckles, dark blond hair and these vibrant green eyes. Every step, every twitch of hips, and every subtle teasing touch was perfectly timed to the music.
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
The dancer wrapped himself around the brass pole and began dry humping it. But it wasn’t obscene. Every move he made was fluid, enticing. Hell, it made Victor’s very heterosexual dick twitch.
Victor couldn’t help it. He had to take a seat in pervert’s row. He couldn’t turn his attention away from this young dancer.
The dancer dropped to the floor, lying down on his back. His hands began to roam all over his nearly naked body. His body twitched and arched, like there was someone on top of him. One hand trailed down to cup his dick through the shimmery fabric of his g-string. He gave a few strokes before rising up onto his knees.
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
He drew two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, his hips bucking forward into his hand. His head dropped back, exposing his long neck. He popped the fingers out of his mouth and trailed them down his chest. The lights on the stage made the trail glisten. The dancer’s mouth opened like he was moaning.
Victor reached for his wallet. He didn’t even notice what bill he pulled out. It could be any amount. He didn’t care. He rested his wrist on the tiny rail at the edge of the stage. The dancer caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye.
The dancer pitched forward, bracing himself on his hands. He started crawling towards Victor. His whole body slinked, like a cat, as he made his way to the other side of the stage.
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
He kneeled in front of Victor, his hips and shoulders still swaying to the beat of the song. His eyes were shining with mischief and desire. Victor lifted the bill towards him. The dancer leaned forward, mouth open, and took the edge of the bill in his teeth and tugged. Victor smiled and held the bill a bit tighter. The corner of the dancer’s mouth turned up and tugged a bit more.
Victor released the bill, and the dancer winked before sitting back on his heels. He folded the bill in half and trailed it down his chest. He circled one of his nipples with it, throwing his head back. He trailed it further down and tucked it inside his g-string. Victor saw a brief glimpse of dark wiry hair as the bill disappeared.
The song ended and the audience broke into applause. The dancer stood and gave a wink to the crowd before sauntering off the stage.
Victor stood from his seat, adjusting himself. He scanned the bar, looking for his partner. He was in deep conversation with a man standing at the bar with his back to the stage.
Victor kept that dance, that man, tucked in the very back of his mind.
Several years later, a case file hit his desk. Opening it, he damned near spit his coffee all over it.
It’s a small fucking world after all.
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Comments appreciated!!!
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Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Hendriksen
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: # 20 teasing
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: none
Summary: Hendriksen is investigating in a strip club when he gets distracted by a dancer.
Warnings: Stripper!Dean
Word Count: 614 (Including lyrics)
Notes: I really wanted to write a Stripper!Dean fic, and here it is. I'm really unsure why my warped mind chose Hendriksen, but it works. Also, the song he dances to, and the lyrics within are from Red Right Hand by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds. Cause seriously? An exotic dance to that song would be hotter than the freaking sun!!
~*~*~*~*~
Victor Hendriksen was on a case. He was here with his partner, investigating a string of murders of male exotic dancers. He was supposed to be questioning the club’s employees. Instead, he was drawn to the stage by the dancer.
He was graceful and beautiful. He had pale skin with a light dusting of freckles, dark blond hair and these vibrant green eyes. Every step, every twitch of hips, and every subtle teasing touch was perfectly timed to the music.
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
The dancer wrapped himself around the brass pole and began dry humping it. But it wasn’t obscene. Every move he made was fluid, enticing. Hell, it made Victor’s very heterosexual dick twitch.
Victor couldn’t help it. He had to take a seat in pervert’s row. He couldn’t turn his attention away from this young dancer.
The dancer dropped to the floor, lying down on his back. His hands began to roam all over his nearly naked body. His body twitched and arched, like there was someone on top of him. One hand trailed down to cup his dick through the shimmery fabric of his g-string. He gave a few strokes before rising up onto his knees.
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
He drew two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, his hips bucking forward into his hand. His head dropped back, exposing his long neck. He popped the fingers out of his mouth and trailed them down his chest. The lights on the stage made the trail glisten. The dancer’s mouth opened like he was moaning.
Victor reached for his wallet. He didn’t even notice what bill he pulled out. It could be any amount. He didn’t care. He rested his wrist on the tiny rail at the edge of the stage. The dancer caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye.
The dancer pitched forward, bracing himself on his hands. He started crawling towards Victor. His whole body slinked, like a cat, as he made his way to the other side of the stage.
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
He kneeled in front of Victor, his hips and shoulders still swaying to the beat of the song. His eyes were shining with mischief and desire. Victor lifted the bill towards him. The dancer leaned forward, mouth open, and took the edge of the bill in his teeth and tugged. Victor smiled and held the bill a bit tighter. The corner of the dancer’s mouth turned up and tugged a bit more.
Victor released the bill, and the dancer winked before sitting back on his heels. He folded the bill in half and trailed it down his chest. He circled one of his nipples with it, throwing his head back. He trailed it further down and tucked it inside his g-string. Victor saw a brief glimpse of dark wiry hair as the bill disappeared.
The song ended and the audience broke into applause. The dancer stood and gave a wink to the crowd before sauntering off the stage.
Victor stood from his seat, adjusting himself. He scanned the bar, looking for his partner. He was in deep conversation with a man standing at the bar with his back to the stage.
Victor kept that dance, that man, tucked in the very back of his mind.
Several years later, a case file hit his desk. Opening it, he damned near spit his coffee all over it.
It’s a small fucking world after all.
~*~*~*~*~
Comments appreciated!!!
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