Web of Sins

The Web of Sins

WARNING: This fic starts out relatively light-hearted and cute, but if you didn't look at the tags(you should ALWAYS look at the tags), let me warn you now that stuff will get significantly darker, eventually. I promise that none of the dark stuff is ever glorified; this is not a kinky story. This is a story of two boys trying to overcome the dark past, together.

Update: So, if you're confused because you saw an update, I added a prologue and that's the update. Make sure to read it, it's veryimportant!

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Keith's heart was a nervous, thumping mess as he gripped his steering wheel with sweaty hands, eyes focusing on the road to try and take his focus off of his uneasiness. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. It wasn't like he shunned the sex industry or anything since people had their reasons for being in that line of work, but he didn't particularly like the idea of getting involved with it, either. At the very least, he never thought he of all people would ever be going to a strip club. He didn't have a choice, though. Or at least, that's what he kept telling himself. Matt had practically peer pressured him into this situation; no, he had straight up guilted Keith into doing this.

His car began slowing down as his phone announced that he had arrived, his eyebrows curling up in apprehension. This was it. 5704 Baku Gardens Street: Web of Sins. A heavy sigh escaped Keith. Maybe he was being too harsh on Matt. He knew the smartass was only trying to look out for Shiro, who had to deal with Keith whenever he blew up or lost his temper.

According to the TA, Keith had been snapping more than usual as of late, and Matt had been quick to connect it with Keith's lack of any recent sexual activity. The thought still made Keith scoff because he didn't even think his temper had been that bad lately, and he definitely didn't think it had anything to do with his lack of recent sex, but Shiro had insisted that the stress from studying to become a pediatrician had been getting to him and that he needed to take care of it somehow.

Matt, being a former stripper, suggested Keith visit his old work place, 'The Web of Sins', to ease his sexual frustrations. He described it as being 'immoral and free', which didn't make Keith feel any better whatsoever about what he was doing.

This is all for Shiro, he repeated in his head as he pulled into the parking lot and looked at the building in front of him, already able to hear techno music through the walls. He was about 1,000 percent sure this was pointless, but if he really was lashing out as much as Shiro said he was, then he didn't want to just do nothing. He didn't want to keep this temper up, because eventually Shiro would get tired of it, so he figured he might as well try taking Matt's advice. He honestly doubted visiting a gay strip club would do anything to help his stress, but he also doubted he could fix his temper on his own, so here he was with nothing to lose.

Keith stepped out of his car, taking a moment to rub his hand against its red side appreciatively, hoping it would help calm down his nerves that were currently going haywire. His first and probably last time at a strip club. Hallelujah.

The music was even louder now that he was outside of his car, and he was just standing still, taking deep breaths and eyeing the building with confliction.

I'm just here to check it out, that's all. See if I think it can help. I'm just taking a look around. He gulped, somehow building up the nerves to walk to the front of the building. The first thing he saw was a circular purple sign attached to the building with the words 'The Web of Sins' neatly calligraphed in black. The dark color made for a horrible marketing strategy because, seriously, nobody could possibly see this sign at night unless they were at least within ten feet of it, but what really baffled him was the designs.