Note: This one kinda started as a shorter story too, but I guess neither of us really believed that was going to happen... :D It’s S.M.A.’s “fault” this time that it became longer and he also wanted to give titles to the chapters, like in old times. So here you go and enjoy! ;)

Recommended song: “Rose Red Violent Blue (This Song Is Dumb & So Am I)” by Stone Sour (obviously the story and chapter titles are coming from that song)

Fandoms: Slipknot, Stone Sour

Characters: Corey Taylor/Jim Root, Griffin Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Mick Thomson, Johny Chow, Christian Martucci, original characters

Rating/category: R (explicit), stripper AU, slash, M/M, drama, romance, violence, rough sex, tons of (kinda manly) fluff, secrets, fights, blackmail, discrimination, hiding, coming out, past abuse, matchmaking, BDSM, biker kink, crossdressing

Summary: After a recent rough patch in Jim’s life the big biker arrives in town and moves into a motel next to a stripper club. Soon he becomes a regular patron in Rose Red, but he finds much more there than just some nice entertainment…

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures used in the story belong to their respective owners and credits go to them.

Rose Red by Useless-girl 

Rose Red Violent Blue
By S.M.A. & Useless-girl

 Chapter 1
“Excuse me, oh pardon me”

The tall bearded man ran his fingers through his slightly wavy hair to get rid of some of the raindrops in it. The shaved sides of his head were glistening a bit too and he could feel that his sleeveless black denim jacket and the black and red 'lumberjack' shirt underneath both got damp on his wide shoulders. As it was right around the corner, he didn't have to walk a long distance from the run-down motel where he got a cheap ass room for himself, but it was raining cats and dogs.

The weather on that early evening seemed to reflect his gloomy mood perfectly, but he didn't want to stay in that simple room he should call "home, sweet home" from now on. He had arrived a couple of days ago and the second he saw the neon lights of this fine establishment, he's been contemplating on checking it out.

This was the night when he finally decided that drinking himself silly alone in the aforementioned shitty room was something he wanted to skip for a change. He could pity himself other times too. Maybe that night he was going to ease up a bit and maybe even have some fun.

Jim, the big biker dude who just reached the bar to order a beer and something strong to go with it, has heard that this Rose Red place was a quite popular stripper club for both genders. Just what he needed that night. Some mindless drinking and watching the dancers on stage without thinking about his problems for a couple of hours.

"Make it a double, hon, and keep them coming..." he murmured to the long-haired blond guy behind the bar wearing makeup and some slutty outfit, which seemed to be obviously appropriate to such a bar.

"Coming up right away, hot stuff. Enjoy!" his red lips curled into a dazzling smile after putting Jim's drinks in front of him then moved to another patron.

After knocking the first shot back and washing it down with a long swig from his beer, Jim took a bar stool by the end of the counter and turned towards the stage, just letting his hazel eyes drink in the colorful decor and lights of the little run-down place. But the environment didn't really matter, right? The dancers and the show they put on has to. And there was already a nice crowd of people gathered near the stage, others sitting by small round tables across the place. It seemed the night was picking up.

The night was more about male performers mostly. Like every second night.

A short ginger man was getting ready in the dressing room full of 'divas' and if anyone asked him, 'drama queens'. It seemed to be a good night... The owner kept smirking wide as he walked around the place, backstage and customer area also. Said ginger man just puckered his lips to apply some killer red lipstick when the heavy hands got rested on his shoulders.

"Corey, my beautiful vision. You look even more enthusiastic than on other nights," the owner smiled at the sitting man through the mirror.

"Hey, Shawn. I'm cool. All ready to make it rain green in the champagne room," Corey giggled and flashed one of his dirty smirks at his boss then laughed.

"I love it when you're in a playful mood. Really do. I saw a few new faces. If anyone starts to get too much, Mr. Mick will be on alert. That goes for all of you too. New guests have to learn our rules and keep to them," Shawn turned to aim his speech to the others too.

He got a few words back as the pretty dressed up boys and men went on stage one by one to work for the money.

Luckily for Jim, he saw some not so discreetly placed flyers of Rose Red at the motel and knew that tonight the stage was going to be filled mostly by male dancers. It wasn't a coincidence that he dragged himself out of his dark thoughts and room this night. Watching never hurt anyone, right?

Still, as he was chugging down his second beer while watching a black-haired guy already swirling around on one of the poles while both men and women were cheering for him and waving bills or throwing them at him, Jim felt his attention wander off.

He remembered once rocking out in a similar strip club with his ex-band. It was tons of fun with lots of free booze, drugs and lap dances afterwards. A real rock 'n' roll kind of life, ay? Or at least it was fun and they won new fans for themselves that night, too. Now he wondered how the others were doing. But before his thoughts could turn towards the bassist, some even louder cheers hit his ears, drawing his attention back on stage as the music changed, announcing the arrival of another guy.

Watching him, Jim had to smile under his mustache. The guy on stage – introduced as Chow – was the daddy type, much like Jim. An impressive beard and a nice belly, and Jim had to admit that the way he was shaking his ass and played 'innocent' at moments worked the crowd quite well. Or at least the volume of the screams and yells, and the amount of money given to him seemed to prove that. 

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At least something made him finally smile for the first time in two weeks. And he was happy for the success of the guy who in some way reminded him of himself a bit.

"Another one?" he suddenly heard from the bartender and he just nodded as he finished his beer and looked around. Yes, the club was by then positively getting crowded and the people – especially closer to the stage seemed to be buzzing with anticipation. They were probably regulars and knew the next act, Jim realized as finally a nice buzz started relaxing him a bit more.

Corey laughed and clapped behind the curtains as Chow wiggled back with a triumphant smile and fanning himself with a handful of dollar bills.

"Always the favorite, damn I can't beat your bearded daddy innocence," Corey said tapping the wide back of the bearded guy.

"You can always try, kiddo... I know a few bikers come 'round just for ya. Now showtime," Chow replied and pushed a big one on the smaller man's back, aiming him toward the stage.

Yeah... Showtime... Corey always felt his heart and stomach doing backflips before going out to the spotlight. Shawn said his very visual shyness was his charm. He was Mr. Bossman... He probably knew what opens the wallets of people... Ergo knew what he was talking about.

Either way, Corey was indeed shy and not just acted like that as he walked onto the stage. The crowd started cheering. Corey felt the lump in his throat... The adrenaline didn't start to work in his system yet.

The place darkened and a single spotlight followed his small form walking to the pole, slow music playing and he put his back to the metal bar. All blushed red, till his cute ear and thick neck and all. He knew they were watching in silence... but he couldn't see them... And that was good.

While waiting for both his drinks and the next act to start, he had the chance to take a better look of the thickening crowd. Some flushed and cute twinks came over to the bar to get more drinks and refresh themselves after the bearded daddy's act. Jim caught a few lines from them raving about that performance and even left his eyes on them for a tad longer. They were cute and kinda his type too, looking young and innocent, but even if he let himself feast his eyes, once his look was returned by one of them, he turned away, glad that his drinks were placed in front of him just then.

It was too soon after... But then maybe he just would need a rebound fuck to shake things a bit back in their place in his life.

Just when he was about to give that a second thought, the lights dimmed and the crowd cheered as a single spotlight was lit up and found a short figure emerging from backstage. The crowd was watching mesmerized as he walked closer with rolling wide hips.

The sensual rock music fitted it perfectly, of course, and when the short man reached the pole, Jim slightly parted his lips, eyes now glued to the man. For starters, he was ginger, hair shaved around his scull except for the top where it was longer but was combed to the side and puffed up and curly. He was wearing a black sleeveless see-through tee with a matching leather vest. The lapels of it were studded, just like the black biker gloves' top. Jim thought that he never before saw such a tiny little black short on anyone and it hugged the small, nearly non-existent but still perfect round ass as he circled the pole before putting his back against it. That dreamy picture was completed with a pair of torn fishnet stockings, boots and sinfully red lips.

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Still, what really grabbed Jim's attention was the pure shyness and innocence rolling off the small man. He couldn't be entirely sure that it wasn't part of an act, but the extensive blushing which was visible even under the makeup and ginger short beard told Jim that it was all true.

And as he had to fidget on his bar stool a bit, the big biker knew he was gone for this guy...

That was Corey's routine. Before the music really picked up he put his back against the hard steel pole. Taking a few deep breaths as his own spine was supported by his working tool, he let the blinding light hide him and the melody work in his system.

Closing his eyes, he could already feel how the music was moving his body. Shawn always say that he doesn't do pole dancing, but he gets into a sexy trance. Maybe it was true...

His right hand moved up and grabbed onto the pole, showing off his tattoos and sliding down against the metal, he was swinging his hips slowly, parting those thick meaty thighs as he did so. Then up again and turned around the pole. Stroking the metal upward like it was his lover's chest, he leaned his handsome face to it and pressed a lipstick smeared kiss to it.

By then he enjoyed what he was doing, feeling the hungry eyes on him, but he loved that too in his worked up state of mind. They love him, they want him... They watch him in almost silence and awe... And his moves began to get more frisky and brave as the rock song’s rhythm picked up.

Jim was watching the show mesmerized and with every move he felt himself getting more and more messed up by the redhead's moves. The second he opened those thick and inviting thighs, Jim had to hiss into his glass which he's been holding in front of his mouth since the beginning of the act. Clearly it had such an impact on him that he forgot to drink. Now he downed the rest of his drink and grabbed his beer just to hold onto something.

Damn, he was already half-hard just from watching the braver and friskier moves. Jim noticed what probably many haven't. Namely how the dancer's emotions seemed to change during the act. That first shyness was nearly gone by then and seemed that the redhead started enjoying what he was doing and all the attention. Jim was sure that if his nose would have been more sensitive, he could've smelled the thick arousal in the air too. His own very much there too.

With a little sigh he took a long sip from his beer, never taking his eyes off the sensually moving body and flushed face. At least if nothing else, he was going to have some top quality jerking off material for tonight.

Knowing just how his favorite dancers work, Shawn slowly let the light fade back to half-dimmed in the audience area too. Feeding Corey’s by then hungry ego with the horny male eyes lusting for him.

The small guy wasn't vain or anything... But his hunger for love just loved to bask in that attention. It was perfect. It lasted for a few minutes and a working night and didn't get him into complicated relationship issues…

It didn't take long to get the cut off biker gloves off his hands. And as the "next trick" he pressed his front to the pole, one thigh slightly lifted and around it, while he pushed his small butt out and teasingly lowered the vest a bit off his round shoulders.

Using his leg's grip, he turned to let said item slide off from one of his tattooed arms. Then with the next turn around the pole the vest completely fell, showing off his also heavily tattooed back in the see-through sleeveless T-shirt. Earning cheers and many voiced compliments even yelled up at him.

Why was the universe punishing him like this? Putting a man on stage who perfectly fitted his type? Jim had such thoughts as his darkening hazel eyes drank in the newly revealed details of the dancer. Kick ass tattoos, a tiny belly and small boobs (one of them even pierced!)...

"Fuck..." he mumbled to himself, still under the spell of the redhead as the intense ocean blue eyes flashed at the audience a few times now that he could see through the lights while his clearly flexible body was moving to the nice rock song.

The bearded biker was mesmerized, aroused and drooling just as much as the other people in the audience. Too bad that all he was going to get was just some nice visuals and a fantasy. Because let's face it... Such a hot, talented and popular guy was way out of his league or already taken.

But for now... for now he just let himself enjoy the small redhead driving everyone crazy – including him.

Corey's moves got more and more heated. As he himself got more into his act, his hands were moving on his inner thighs or stroked upward on his nape and into his ginger curls.

As closing moves, he slid down with his back against the pole, thighs opened and his back curved and his head thrown back. His left hand was slowly caressing down on his strong neck, bright red lips parted on a gasp, face blushed... The image of a blissed out lover for all the hungry eyes on him.

As his hand moved lower and across his chest, rubbing his pierced nipple, his eyes found Jim's hazel ones and kept his hazy blues on them, sensually caressing his chest, belly and inner thighs while his body moved in slow waves against the pole as the music died down and the lights went out, hiding him in darkness as he rushed off to backstage with his clothes.

Needless to say, Jim was speechless (and very hard) as he was just sitting there, watching the end of the act. And couldn't stop himself from believing that it was danced for him since those blue eyes seemed to have locked in on his until the music died down. It was such a cliché, he knew. But he let himself believe this tiny little thing to feel a bit better about himself.

Once the lights went out, he turned on his bar stool to discreetly adjust himself and also will his body back under his control. His beer was gone in three big gulps and he waited to grab the attention of the by then quite busy bartender to get another round while he lit up a cigarette.

After that round he was planning on going back to his bottle of Jack and bed for a nice jerking off session. But who could blame him after such hot visuals?

The backstage rounds were the usual. Corey also loved it in that place that aside from a few drama queens the atmosphere deep down was always supportive and they, the male dancers stuck together like some loose family. He felt good about his act, and after packing his stuff away and fixing his curls and make up, he headed out to mingle, and work with the audience.

Of course many touched him, yelled after him on his way to the bar. And to his amusement he ended up just next to that hot tall biker dude he feasted his eyes on as inspiration for the closing act…

"One here!" he yelled on his deep voice to the bartender. Just then the biker turned to look at him, and one dude slapped his ass while walking by... "Hey!!! Lap dance in private is for a 20!" he yelled at his back but his eyes smiled at the tall bearded guy with a naughty glint as he drank from his beer.

Jim quickly made half of his next bottle's content disappear as he tried to keep his mind as blank as he could to ease up the situation in his pants. And it seemed to finally start working when he heard someone yell for a beer next to him.

Turning his head to see who it was, his eyes widened a bit. It was that smoking hot dancer from the stage. And damn, he was short, indeed. And... kinda flirting with him?

Lightly frowning, Jim stroked down his bushy beard once, thinking about that price for the lap dance. "Good show," he murmured from under his mustache just loud enough for the dancer to catch it.

That earned a warm shy smile from Corey at once. It was clearer than the spotlight that he had a huge hard (indeed it was visual!) effect on the guy next to him.

"Thank you! I hoped you would like it the moment I saw you..." he replied just as subtly before drinking more and maybe sliding his small frame a bit closer to the big guy...

Damn that smile and the way the guy indeed seemed to be flirting with Jim... The big biker was right then. The dancer did see him. That made Jim swallow hard as he glimpsed down at the mouthwatering body moving a bit closer to him. Yes, he definitely did that as now Jim could feel the heat coming off the heavily tattooed man.

"Saw me, huh? And why would you hope that, if I may ask?" he quickly drank from his beer before meeting the blue eyes again, which were even prettier from this close... along with the cherry red lips.

"Hmm... Let's just say that during such activities I can work up an appetite of my own... And you are right off my main menu…" Corey returned the deep gaze of the hazel and a bit confused eyes and slowly licked his lips. "I saw you and was thinking about how your big strong hands would feel roaming around on my body..." he said a little bit more hushed and pressed his side to the biker. "I can show you more than a lap dance if you come with me to the back rooms..."

The offer and what it implied made Jim freeze as lust slammed hard into his guts. He felt his cheeks warming up and turning red under all his facial hair. He could have what the dancer was offering, but suddenly Jim sobered up as some bad memories threatened to surface while his insecurities were already there, shouting at him.

True, feeling the small warm body against his was tempting just as much as that look on the dancer's face, but... "It's a very tempting and nice offer, indeed..." he hesitated then finished off his beer to buy some time for himself to phrase his next words, not wanting to offend the guy. "Maybe next time, though. I was about to call it a night," he said a bit embarrassed, getting off on the other side of the stool to straighten up to his impressive height. "But thank you. For the offer and the show too. See ya," he waved with one of said big hands before slapping some bills on the counter and turning around.

He felt like a coward as he hurried out of Red Rose, his mood sinking fast. He just probably fucked up something again. Though he was sure that the dancer would get plenty of attention from other patrons. He didn't need Jim for that...

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“Another day, another dollar...”

The next day found Corey in a totally different place. He wore one of his geek T-shirts and a pair of loose jeans and tried to organize a bunch of eager teens to record his song written to them in a... at least decent quality...

The town's recording studio was not far from the motel or the night club either.

Still that one turn to the right that lead out of the dead end street where both locations stood was enough to have that life of the short man mostly divided from his musician/composer daily persona.

Just when he was getting fed up with the kids and let them practice on their own a bit… while he gets some fresh air to get the 'singer' caused building headache out of his system, he spotted the tall biker from the night before... Nice... And awkward... But they just ended up facing each other as Corey noticed the paper and guitar case in the other man's hand. The studio owner sent this dude to him... And here he was thinking that the day was already hard and shit with the teen band...

The night was kind of a torture for Jim after practically fleeing the strip club. Yes, he went with the plan he had, involving that bottle of Jack and his hand, but it just... lacked something. He already regretted not taking the opportunity which was offered to him, but at the same time he was glad too. Too much emotional baggage and thinking again, yes.

Either way, while he was having breakfast at a nearby nice diner, he looked through the job ads in the local newspaper. He was about to give it up for that day when one caught his eyes. A local studio was looking for a guitarist to help them out.

Whenever Jim was messed up inside, music seemed to be the cure for him, so he decided that it was time for nailing a job as he didn't want to run out of his money too soon.

That's how he ended up meeting the studio's owner after a brief phone call. The guy raved about a songwriter called 'Corey Taylor' – how talented he was and such. And that he needed a guitarist to help work on the songs he writes and sell for musicians. It seemed like a fitting job for Jim as in the past he'd worked with a few songwriters, but then quite the surprise awaited him once he faced this Corey Taylor...

"It's you..." That was the first thing that left the biker's lips, eyes still glued to the short redhead with the insanely blue eyes from the night before. Clearing his throat, he quickly tried to collect himself and offer his big hand for the shaking. "Jim Root... I was sent by Sid... to work with you, if you are Corey Taylor..."

"Yeah... I am Corey Taylor... And yeah, it's 'me,'" Corey said with a sigh shaking the hand and staring deep into the tall man's eyes. "You smoke? I need some air..." he added passing Jim to walk towards the back door and smoking area.

He thought that Jim guy would follow him. Lightning his cigarette, he huffed trying to process the situation. He was in need of a writing partner for sure... Also the guy was his type and he meant his words at the club… Also, they will surely meet up at that club some more too. "Fuck my fucking life complications…" he grumbled to himself half-audible as Jim walked out... And probably caught his words.

Jim tried to be civil about this and followed the guy out to the back as now he could use a smoke too. He caught that comment, of course, and it strangely made his heart sink a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry, man. Not judging here as I know everyone gets by in their own way..." he said, carefully putting his guitar and the paper case down on a few stacked up crates then lit up a cigarette too. "I can... ditch this job if you don't want or can work with me..." he said quietly, looking to the side as he puffed smoke into the air. "I don't want to be a burden or anything."

Corey took a good long look at this Jim Root guy… He was something incredible and hard to resist for him. And now it wasn't just his hyped up senses and hormones picking out a guy fitting best to his taste and urges. Something in Jim felt to Corey just as messed up as he was. And even if he should have known better, it intrigued and allured him even more.

"Nah man, you're no burden. I can use a writing partner. We can try to work together. Just don't spread it aloud where we see each other after nightfall," Corey said with a chuckle. "And.... last night I saw you and liked you... You didn't want to go along, but that's that... I have issues in my life, like anyone else. I'm not ashamed of my night job, this town is like... what happens in the night stays there. We don't speak much about it. So... What brought you here? What you played before?"

"My lips are sealed..." Jim nodded with a small smile, easing up a bit around Corey. Frankly, he was glad that he didn't have to bail out on this job as it was the only one among the ads that he liked. "Frankly, I didn't go along for the same reason which brought me to this town. My own issues. Let's just leave it that way for now," he shrugged with a small sad smile then he took a drag from his smoke before continuing.

"I've been in a few bands before. Mostly metal bands. Also worked with their main songwriters and solo ones too, so I'm clear with the process, even if it somewhat differs with every writer and style," he said. "I'm looking forward to get to know your process. Have lived and worked here for long?"

Corey just hummed at what Jim said. For him it hinted at the closet and the high possibility that Jim and his liking of other men were still hiding in there.

"Yeah... Rock and metal is what I work with mostly. I like to write lyrics the most. Did that ever since I can remember. And singing is the same. I play drums and piano and bass and guitar… So with Sid we work out almost fully everything. But it's too much work at times. I’ve been living here for two years and work at both places since that. I came with my son after some... issues of my own," he said killing off the butt of his cig and faced the shyly smiling Jim. Damn, he was cute...

"We can try to play some songs to see how it goes. What you think? You're into dark depressed stuff?" he scoffed lightly.

"Wow, that's impressive!" Jim blurted out without thinking hearing how many instruments Corey was good at, not to mention singing. His curiosity for the redhead only seemed to grow with each minute. "I mainly play just guitar and write songs though used to do some backup vocals back in the day, too," he nodded.

Woman trouble, perhaps? Jim asked himself, narrowing his eyes a bit as he was studying the short guy. That would explain why he started a new life here with his son.

Finishing his own cig, Jim smiled, picking up his case and the papers again. "I love dark and depressed stuff and sure, man. Just lead the way. I'd like to see how things go..."

"Follow me to my private office then," Corey said and had to giggle as the situation struck him. "Sorry. I promise it is not like THAT," he flashed a smile at Jim and led the way to the smaller studio at the back. It had his guitars and basses lined up, a piano by the wall and a big long desk covered half in papers. Some posters on the walls and an Xbox console too.

“Have a look around. I usually work here. Till around 5 pm. Then I'm with my son," Corey said while packing some of his stuff on the desk. "This is what I am working on right now. It’s a raw demo," he grabbed the computer mouse and nodded with his head to Jim to get next to him as he clicked play.

The song had Corey singing and screaming a hard rock song with a little funny heartbreak lyrics and fast rhythm. And Corey got lost in watching Jim's face to see his reactions.

Chuckling from Corey's joke, Jim followed him, of course. He saw some young kids in another part of the building as they passed by, but he was more focused on the small guy leading the way. And he wasn't disappointed when he looked around in the room. Putting his stuff down again, he walked to Corey after that nod.

"Nice place," he murmured then stopped next to the other man, crossing his heavily tattooed arms in front of his chest. He even tilted his head a bit to the side and closed his eyes to hear it better. And frankly, he was blown away from what he was hearing.

"Wow. You have... an awesome voice. Good lyrics too. The music is catchy yet layered..." he murmured. "I'm getting a few ideas of how to make the guitar work better with the rest, though..." he hummed at the end and opened his eyes to look down at Corey. "Song is forming nicely, if you ask me," Jim grinned behind his bushy beard.

Corey couldn't help but smile up bright from the big guy's reaction and blushed a little. "Thank you, man. Maybe you could show me your ideas. I can give you some materials to listen to and read over and I'm eager to hear you play some for me now," Corey said leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms very professional boss-like.

"Of course, boss man," he chuckled a bit too, feeling more and more at ease around the guy, even if starting to work with him now might complicate things in the long-run. Unless Jim can keep it in his pants, that it. It was kinda the reason he had to move here, after all... It was definitely an old habit he should work on, he knew...

"I'd love to get more of the stuff. Finished and unfinished both," Jim added as he moved to unpack his sweet baby. Looking around he quickly found where he could plug it in then he sat down too and with a slight blush began tuning his guitar a bit. "I'm gonna play you one I've been working on ever since I've got here. It's the dark depressive kind you mentioned before..." he added, hinting at the fact that no one has heard it yet. And with that Jim began to play, mostly with closed eyes or occasionally glimpsing down on the fret board and strings. True to his words it was a song with a recurring melancholic riff but was also driven, building up towards a catharsis of some kind.

Corey bit his lip as Jim was playing his song. It fitted so much in his world and style of music that his heart kept skipping a beat.

Well that was also because of the visuals of the sexy bearded biker playing with closed eyes and lost in the music. He will be in trouble... Well not if they keep it in the club, though... ‘Cause he was sure they were going to be more than just workmates... Soon... He knew. It was like every dangerous move he ever made.

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