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Chapter 2: A pole

The hall was dark but he could hear the music at full volume on the other side. The shows had begun, but he still had approximately half an hour before coming out on stage. He hated the work but it was the only thing he had found to pay the bills. Seventeen years old, without having finished the last course at the institute, and with a baby on the way, nobody would give him work and he couldn't rely on his family.  He was completely alone, but he wasn't going to give up. In the end, he ended up here, at bar 'Hebi', doing the stupidest thing in his life, making a deal that would change his life forever. 

Orochimaru and Kabuto paid for everything necessary. They gave him a small apartment in front of the establishment, paid for his medical attention, the expenses for when the baby was born, everything... on the condition that he, once recovered from giving birth, would join the club as a dancer until he was out of their debt. Back then it seemed like a good idea, but now he saw that it was pitiful; Kabuto kept part of the money and he would never be able to cancel the debt he had with that family.

"You finally arrive, Sasuke," He heard Kabuto's insinuating voice. "I almost thought I'd have to push your show back."

"Relax, I'll change immediately."

"You're the only guy here that's capable of dancing on the pole; you're our best show."

All of that was true. The boys of the club never danced on the pole, they only moved—making some show where their costumes would disappear little by little until they were nude and a bit more, but him... he was the only one able to dance on the pole that made all his clients crazy. Only the girls used them, and now... him, too. 

Sasuke simply wanted to pass by, leaving with an annoyed smack of the lips from the absurd comments of his boss, however, the other grabbed his wrist and pushed him until having him against the wall of the hallway, pushing his body against the raven who turned his face away to keep him from getting close to his face.

"Attractive and untamable as always," Kabuto smiled next to his ear. "When will you let me be between your legs? You'll enjoy yourself with me and you know it; I'd pay for all your indulgences."

"I don't fancy anything," Sasuke replied with a challenging smile.

"Always so arrogant," He commented, moving his hand towards the raven's crotch, but Sasuke grabbed his wrist with strength, getting a moan out of Kabuto.

"Don't touch me, I'm not like the rest of the dancers whom you can subdue by force."

"One day you'll be mine, Sasuke, and I'll enjoy myself with your body."

Kabuto walked away from him with a certain anger for having to walk away once more without getting what he wanted. That boy was hard to get, stubborn, airheaded, and most importantly... prideful. He had tried taking that pride of his down by humiliating him on his shows, forcing him to take more clothes off each time until leaving him naked, but Sasuke continued sporting that air of arrogance as if he felt superior despite only being a stripper, and even so, Kabuto continued trying.

"Get out there and move like the bitch you are," He spat without nothing more than a smile on his lips as if that had to wound his pride, but Sasuke only smiled.

"I don't sleep for money," He replied, opening the door, demonstrating that he wasn't going to break even if he insulted him over and over again. Even if he tried hurting him with his words, he wouldn't be subdued by anyone.

A slam of the door. That's all Orochimaru heard from his son when he walked in, pissed off, into his office. He knew something must've happened with Sasuke again—Kabuto was infatuated with him: infatuated with having him in his bed, on having him solely for himself. Ever since the first time he saw him defenseless and with a baby on the way, Kabuto had desired him and that desire had intensified upon seeing him dance, seeing how the clients would touch his body and how they groped him when they placed bills in his thong.