Crimson Butterfly

AN: Pfew at last I managed to finish my oneshot, I'm currently working on a longer story but wont post it until its finished. Hope you guys enjoy, just glad I got over my extremely long dry period. Huggins to all of you!

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Roux wandered home in a daze, to think that he had known Caden practically all his life and to suddenly find something out about his best friend, something that he’d never have thought of him was more than just a huge shock. He had been out with his one of his mates from university that night. Mikhail was a gay as they came, and a big fan of strip clubs; he had whined about going for so long that Roux had finally caved and agreed to go with him.


The club hadn’t been one of those dingy ones hidden in a back alley. The entrance was on one of the main streets in town, its neon lighting not too bright. Crimson Butterfly had a cool yet playful design inside, catering to the wishes of quite a few crowds. Roux had been impressed, as a closet gay, he usually wasn’t one for going places that screamed his sexuality. He had folded his tall 6’3” frame into one of the comfortable looking dark green armchairs that created the second row in front of the stage that had been made to look like a garden.

“I want to sit at the front Roux; you can sometimes reach out and touch them if you sit at the front.” Roux however shook his red head, giving Mikhail a benevolent look.

“No, I agreed to come. You can sit at the front but there’s no way I’m letting some guy stick his arse in my face.”

“You’re no fun Roux you know that.” Roux smirked as Mik dropped down into the armchair next to him, silently pouting at the stage. They were some of the first to arrive, seeing as Mik hadn’t been able to wait, but the room soon filled with all types of guys. Roux for his part kept his eyes fixed on the stage as the music began. Not his type usually the soft melodic sounds being the complete opposite to the rock music he preferred. The light dimmed, bathing the stage in greens and blues as an elf-like creature slid down the pole, pale blonde hair cascading down to the middle of his back (it had to be a he, since it was a gay bar). Roux’s eyes took in the lithe from admiringly, the thin layers of fabric teasing him with what would be hidden underneath. He had always been a sucker for slim, petite males. Always being one to lean more towards the beautiful then the handsome.

“I always come to watch him...” Roux didn’t hear any more of what Mik was saying, he was too pulled in by the blonde’s performance. He had bent backwards, hands supporting him on the floor while those creamy legs were still wrapped around the pole. He released the pole and brought his legs over his head planting his feet firmly on the ground so he could rise up. The blonde had his back to the audience, bending forward, giving everyone a good view of his taught backside that pressed against the fabric of his thin trousers. Roux couldn’t take his eyes off that male, he was everything desire, seduction innocence as he grabbed back onto the pole and worked it like a lover. Never in his life had Roux ever wanted to be a pole as much as he did now. Usually he prided himself at being unaffected by such displays but there was something about this stripper that got him all hot and bothered. The dancer dropped down easily going into the splits and leaning forward to rest his chin in his hands and blow at kiss at the guy sitting in front of Roux. The male’s hair was hiding most of his face, only showing those cherry red lips. He pulled himself up, removing those sinful trousers in the process, leaving him in only a green thong and the green chiffon that had been wrapped around his torso. Roux could feel himself drooling as those creamy legs were displayed; he let his gaze drag up as he shamelessly took in the torso being revealed as the blonde unwrapped the shining material. His ears took in soft moans and groans and he could see Mik’s hand in his trousers in his peripheral vision. He willed himself to ignore the sounds and turned his complete attention back to the stage just as the wet dream of all the men watching flicked his hair back revealing a very familiar pixie like face.

Roux stared, shocked out of his lust. He knew that small beautiful face, those red lips, the long silver blonde hair and the bright violet eyes framed by long dark lashes. Just that usually those violet eyes were lowered as a perpetual blush stained the smooth cheeks. Caden, his best friend since junior school, quiet shy Caden who wore clothes two sizes too big for him was dancing and stripping on a stage in a gay club. If someone would have told Roux that a couple of hours ago he would have laughed in their face, but here was the living proof right in his face. He stood up quickly winding his way through the sitting men, wanting no needing to get out of there before he did something stupid, like asking Caden what the hell he was thinking.

That left him where he was now, walking down the street in a sort of dazed state wondering when quiet sweet little Caden had turned into sensual, hot, sexy Caden. He scratched his head, completely baffled that he hadn’t noticed anything; he prided himself in having very good observation skills. What bothered him the most; was the tight feeling in his trousers caused by the sensual display. He pulled his apartment keys out of his trouser and let himself into the apartment. It was small but comfortable, the living room/kitchen was held in white, with a couch and an armchair all courtesy of Vaux who had a knack for finding things in car boot sales. He dropped down onto the couch and switched on the television hoping to distract himself from the images that were still dancing through his head. How was he meant to face Caden now? He’d never be able to look at him the same way again. Perhaps he could just avoid him for a few days until he’d got his head together and then just pretend everything was normal, that he didn’t know that his best friend worked as a stripper and a fucking hot stripper at that. Roux closed his eyes, wanting to relax and just let sleep help him escape from reality for a few moments.

Sleep however brought no such release, instead it brought dreams of Vaux and the way he had worked that pole. This time however Roux was the only one watching, reaching out to touch those creamy thighs, his hand splayed out as he mapped the expanse of flesh. Roux took the offered hand, drowning in the come hither look that was thrown his way. He pulled the slim body onto his lap, feeling the press of that taught little arse on his rock hard cock. He moaned, placing his tanned hands on those slim hips and holding him in place, helping to grind down on his groin. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. Roux woke with a shout as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him. He seriously needed some looking at, now he was lusting after his best friend and having wet dreams about him. But before he got some help from a shrink, he was going to take a shower...a very cold shower.

During breakfast the next morning he hadn’t been able to look into Caden’s face. His best friend was once again dressed in a t-shirt two sizes too big and some old scabby looking tracksuit bottoms. Caden was nibbling on a piece of toast covered in a thick layer of strawberry jam.

“Do you have uni today Roux?” The soft voice washed over him, it still held the same sweet quality but, Roux just couldn’t take it that way anymore. He grunted and quickly stood up. Eager to avoid any further conversation with his flatmate turned stripper. He felt those violet eyes on his back as he grabbed his bag and rushed out of the door.

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Caden stared at the door in confusion. What was wrong with Roux? He had been acting strangely all morning. Avoiding eye contact and just speaking the necessary few words. Shrugging to himself, Vaux cleaned away the crockery and wiped the table. He needed to wash his hair; Roux had better cleaned the shower after using it repeatedly during the night. Caden had returned from the club at about 3 am in the morning, he worked a 10 hour shift with two hours break, so his day started at 5 pm. He looked at the time on his mobile; it was now 11 am, definitely time for him to shower. Jumping into the shower, he turned on the tap and started to scrub himself, lathering his hair with his favourite shampoo just as his mobile started to ring. He climbed out, dripping water along the way as he picked up his phone.

“Darius, hello what is it, I was just in the shower.”

“Caden can you do me a big favour? You come past the sex shop, don’t you? Can you buy me some of those edible strings? That’d be really good honey.”

“Um...I...Darius....” Caden could feel his face heat up.

“Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed about going into a sex shop? Because you spend pretty much every night of your life stripping for horny guys and letting them oogle your body.”

“No well…what if…can’t you get it yourself?” Caden really wasn’t keen on wandering into one of those shops. Especially not the one near where he lived just in case someone saw him and told Roux, he didn’t want him to think badly of him.

“Fine. I won’t embarrass you any further but be a cutey pie and buy some éclairs on your way? I need something creamy.” Caden felt his face heat up but somehow managed to stutter a quick yes before Darius put the phone down. Slowly he climbed back into the shower, squeaking as cold instead of warm water hit him. Grumbling to himself he quickly jumped out of the shower and headed to his room. He pulled on a loose pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Settling down on his bed with Wuthering Heights he waited for the time to pass.


At 5pm exactly, Caden entered Crimson Butterfly through the artists’ door. The backrooms of the club were cosy, kept in cream and green, nothing garish as the name would suggest. Garish was for certain rooms in the club but not for the strippers break and changing area.

“Amethyst! Did you get those éclairs?” It was an unwritten rule in the club that all strippers were called by their stage names; a different jewel for each preformer. Jake Hogan the club owner called them his precious jewels with fondness.

“I did Peridote.” He pulled out a bag, offering the creamy gifts to his colleague. “I’m going to get ready.”

“Let me do your hair...you’ve been booked for a private dance. Again, you’re a popular one aren’t you little jewel.” Darius patted Caden’s silver blonde head, which made the shorter stripper frown. Standing at 5’5’’ most people looked down on him, but it didn’t mean he had to like it.
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Roux was worried; he hoped that his disguise would work. Checking one last time that the mask was in place and the hat covering his red hair he walked into Crimson Butterfly. His heart was hammering like it did when he was little and he was about to steal a biscuit from the jar even though he was meant to have dinner first. He was going to see Caden again...he had to see him again, needed to have him all to himself this time; needed to see the other side of his best friend again.


“I ordered a private lap dance with Amethyst.” He’d managed to bribe Mikhail into spitting out Caden’s stage name and had promptly called the club from a telephone booth, ordering a private dance.

“Mr. Smith...ah yes just go down the corridor till you reach the azure coloured door. Sit in the chair and Amethyst will join you there. That’ll be 250.” Roux stalled; shocked at the extortionate price they were expecting him to pay but he pulled out his credit card and handed it over...to have Caden to himself would be worth the money.

After he had signed, Roux made his way to the private room, settling down in the comfortable chair he waited for `Amethyst ´to appear. Taking a sip from the champagne that had come with the private dance Roux looked around the room, it had been made to look like you were under water world; the walls were in, marine, azure and turquoise. Suddenly the music started and Roux’s eyes flicked around. A shape appeared from behind a pair of curtains that Roux hadn’t noticed before. He focused all his attention on the subtle swaying movement.

Roux’s breath caught in his throat. Caden looked like sin itself, dressed in blue shorts and a gauzy greenish blue top. He moved forward, hips swinging sensuously. Roux was fascinated by the show his little roommate was putting on. The movement of those subtle slim creamy limbs that matched the beat of the music perfectly.

Soon the clothes had been removed and Caden was swaying over his lap, hands resting on Roux’s shoulders just a turquoise thong covering his most intimate places. He was so beautiful, those shining violet eyes sparkling with something akin to joy at doing something he really liked. Some strange urge deep inside him compelled him to cup Caden’s cheek and pull him down.

Roux placed his lips over Caden’s soft ones; the kiss was so intense it burned. A soft mewl caim from the back of Caden’s throat as he at first pressed himself closer to the warm male chest and the passionate kiss. Cautiously Roux licked Caden’s lips with his tongue, silently asking for entrance as he wrapped his arms around the slighter body.

Suddenly he felt the other male stiffen and he release his hold. Faster than Roux would have thought Caden scooted off his lap and away from him. Gaze on the floor.

“I’m sorry….we shouldn’t have….you should go.” And with that the other male quickly disappeared through the way that he had entered.
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The next weeks were torture on both males. Caden, although still loving his job and not wanting to give it up for anything in the world, just couldn’t get the mysterious masked man and his mind blowing kiss out of his head.

And Roux, because now that he had tasted those tempting lips, was having more wet dreams then he had ever had before. He debated long and hard with himself whether he should tell Caden that it had been him in that mask, but then again he was afraid of the smaller male’s reaction.

It was Saturday, Roux didn’t have uni and Caden was home for once, lounging around on the sofa in his baggy t-shirt and jogging trousers. He looked slightly distraught, creases of worries lining his forehead. Roux couldn’t bear to see him like that.

“What’s the matter Caden?” He slid into the space next to him.

“Nothing.” A long drawn sigh released itself from Caden’s small form.

“Yes there is. Tell me Cade.” He couldn’t help himself and reached out to cup the other’s soft cheek. Turning the sweet face towards him, Roux saw confusion in the violet depths.

“Its just…there was this guy at work…and…never mind Roux.” Caden rested his cheek against the strangely familiar feel of the big hand. It felt so like…the hand of the masked man that evening. “Roux….”

“Yes Caden?” The smaller male slid up the red head’s side gazing deep into the green eyes he was sure that Roux had been the mysterious stranger that night. That would explain everything, the way he had been acting, the strange hat Caden had found while routing through Roux cupboards for a comfortable t-shirt. Just everything.

“It was you. You kissed me, you’re the stranger with the mask.” Roux blanched but then nodded, keeping a careful eye on Caden’s reaction. He was more than relieved when he found himself with an arm full of blonde roommate and his lips being furiously attacked.

“Mmmh slow down Cade.”

“But I want you...you don’t know how I’ve suffered.”

“Oh believe me I do. We have a higher water bill for a reason.” Caden sat back and grinned.

“Well now you won’t need your hand or a cold shower.” And with that he slid down, removing Roux’s loose jeans in the process. He gazed longingly at the long thick cock that protruded out of the nest of fire red curls. With one swallow he took him into his mouth, causing Roux to moan and fist the pillows on the sofa.

“Oh god Cade!” Caden smirked around the length in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, letting one hand slide down to fondle Roux’s balls. Roux was in ecstasy. The hot mouth around his length was driving him crazy and his lust was just increased by each suck, lick or nipple that Caden proceeded to make. He felt his balls tighten; quickly fisting the blonde head he pulled Caden up and off, capturing his mouth in a kiss while tugging off those concealing trousers.

“Mmmh you’re not wearing anything underneath. That’s naughty Cade.”

“I know.” The blonde grinned and pressed a kiss to Roux’s nose. He wriggled forward and rubbed his butt over Roux’s pulsing erection. “Take me. Now!”

“But you’re not...”

“Don’t care.” He sucked on his fingers quickly and shoved them in, scissoring and twisting. “There.”

Roux’s self control broke. He lifted his slighter roommate and positioned him. Slowly he slid him down, gasping as his cock passed the sphincter muscle. Caden pink lips were open, his breathing erratic and Roux tried to go slow; allowing the other male time to adjust to him before he slid him down even further until he was in all the way. He pressed a kiss to the cherry red lips.

“Love you.”

“Love you too Roux.” And then he felt Caden bounce, once, twice and that was it. Roux clasped the slender hips and started thrusting in counter strike to the blonde’s bouncing. Re-angling his thrust he made sure to nail the other’s prostate with every pounding stroke. Low moans and mewls drove him crazy as Caden threw his head back, enjoying the ride. When he felt his balls draw up, Roux grasped Caden’s cock and pumped it until the violet eyed male cried out and spilled between their stomachs. The clenching muscles of his anus brought Roux to completion. He gasped and collapsed with Caden snuggling into his chest and revelling in the post orgasmic bliss.

“I guess, I’ll have to come have a private dance more often...in disguise if this is the sex I get afterwards.” And with a chuckle Roux placed a kiss on top of the blonde head of his boyfriend.