The club was silent as the owner of the bar walked up to the stage, slowly to make it even more agonizing for some people. Still, none yelled for him to hurry, knowing he wouldn't show his prize if they did. The crowd had gotten to be quite a bit bigger through the night, the stage was surrounded by people to the door, and they all were fixated on the said center piece. The flashing lights had ceased their action, making the club not seem like one giant strobe light for the moment. They were all pointing towards the mic and it's holder. It was rare to hear the silence in the club, where you could hear a glass drop and break on the floor. Orochimaru's grin didn't cease as he looked out at all the people, knowing how much money this one child would bring him. He was rare, lovely to the eye, and quite the dancer. His moves were beautiful and skilled, as much as they were seductive. The boy could be a hit star, but Orochimaru knew that was the last thing he wanted was too much attention. Honestly, the media was so overrated. It was better that the word about this dancing virgin got out through word of mouth, because it drew only more and more people. His grin widened as he took a breath to speak, many more people walking in the door. After the crowd settled, he began to speak, his voice silky and about as creepy as a child molester. That was one of the reasons why many people didn't like Orochimaru.

"Well, it seems we've got quite a large crowd tonight, hm? I suppose I shall give you that which you came here for. Without further ado, I give you Avenger!" He called out, the crowd erupting into screams and claps. The lights completely shut off, one slowly coming on and hitting the curtains center stage. Suddenly, the beginning of 'Getting Away With Murder' came on and the curtains parted quickly. There stood Sasuke, looking like an angel. Angel was not a correct description of him, perhaps. More like a fallen angel, really. Sasuke looked like a work of art on one of the cult windows, the ones that scared little children away and did all the freaky voodoo rituals. His skin was a creamy white, almost making him much like the undead. His hatred for the harmful rays of the sun, was the most logical reason for this. That and his need to be alone, inside his room of security. His pale complexion however, helped make his raven hair stand out, which gave off a midnight blue shine. No, it wasn't dyed like most of the people who tried to pull it off, it was pure natural.

One couldn't call him gothic, though punk seemed to stick on his forehead longer than anything. Wearing a pair of black Tripps, they grabbed at his hips, barely able to hold themselves in place had it not been for the belt made of chain. At the bottom of each pant leg, there were huge pockets that one would wonder why someone would need them. You could probably fit two cans of Moutain Dew in each. Going up the legs, at the lower thigh, were two more pockets of the same size. Two pieces of thin material, looking almost like leashes, ran from his hips around his leg and hooked to the opposite mid-thigh, slack enough for one to run but easy for someone to snag them and cause the wearer to trip and perhaps fall to his fate. Those weren't his only 'leashes', as most called them in school. Two handcuffs were hooked onto the sides, right beside the other material. They weren't only for design. No, those bitches were real. A long chain that sagged down to the inside of his knees, connected it to the other handcuff on the opposite hip.

His shirt was a simple see-through mesh without sleeves. Underneath it was a tight vest, zipped up for now. The black mesh was tight to his skin, moving every time he did, making him look more appealing to anyone's eyes. It also showed off the tattoo on his shoulder. A tomoe, with a small design around the outside edges. It was a simple eye candy for most to imagine why he had it. Nothing was on his hands, he didn't wear gloves like most did. Instead he wore a simple ring with the Uchiha crest carved into it. On his neck, he wore something that he was 'forbidden' to take off by his boss. A collar , which was simple enough in it's design. Much like a dog collar, it marked him being untamed and unclaimed. Strippers that had a leash hooked up to it, meant they were claimed by someone in the bar. Bought, to where no one would touch. Often, the chain only ran down to the stomach, enough for the buyer to pull on it or perhaps choke his victim.

Ah, now we had reached the boys face. Sasuke had no piercings in his face. His tongue however, was. A simple silver ball and bar, nothing fancy. His ears were pierced, three going up each lobe. All of them were black studs. His only other accessory was his red contacts, which currently were in his eyes. That about summed up Uchiha, Sasuke.

His back was turned to the crowd, his head hung forward slightly, until he turned it just enough so the crowd could see the side of his face. His hair hid his eyes but his slow smirk was visible as he turned around, walking slowly towards the crowd with mic headset ready to go. He sung to the music, his voice like that of an god as he did so.

"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
what creates my own madness
and I'm addicted to your punishment"

He moved to the end of the stage, just out of hands reach and dropped to his knees, leaning back all the way, so his head touched the ground. His hands ran down his chest, till they reached his lower stomach. They were sensational, pale and making the crowd scream for more as he whispered;
"and you're the master
and I am waiting for disaster.."

His spine snapped him back up, hands grabbing a hold of the stage as he moved his head from side to side, hair shaking with it, crimson eyes gazing out as he sung the chorus;

"I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder."

His eyes caught the people sitting in the back, his buds. Naruto, Kiba, Shikamaru, and Chouji. Just a few of their group. He smirked slightly as he sung, knowing that there was no way that Naruto could miss a show. He just loved him way too much. Sasuke winked in his direction.

"it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder"

The boy got up as the background music whispered 'getting away' three times and slowly stripped off his first article of clothing, his fish net top. He twisted this way and that way getting the said cover off and let it drop, the lights now flashing on stage different colors and more screams rang out for more. His crimson eyes glinted with seduction. The lights showed his creamy muscles, his chest now only hidden by the skin tight, zip up leather jacket. He soon tended to it, while keeping in time with the singing.

"I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
and I don't need to
because I'm getting away with murder..."

Sasuke let the jacket, now unzipped all the way, fall off his shoulders and to the ground. His body was seeming to glitter as the lights flashed off and on. Before the show, Sasuke had put in his two hoops. His nipples were indeed pierced as well, the silver hoops slightly flopping up and down on his chest when he made quick motions. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes closing as he moved his hips slowly forward and his back, well back.

"I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder"

He had managed to get his back completely horizontal, his hips moving outwards as he slowly began to come back up. Again, the echoing getting away was his que. He slowly moved to his belt, before grabbing it roughly and undoing it. Whipping it out, his gothic pants already slowly started to fall to his knees and wiggling his body slightly to and fro, they slid to his ankles, which he stepped out of. Now the only thing that clothed him was the jet black boxers, and a speedo underneath.

"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
what creates my own madness
and I'm addicted to your punishment"

He whispered the next words, the background music having been cut off for a moment, just to make it even more sexier and seductive.

"Your my master...
I'm craving this disaster!"

That was it, the boxers fell and the men screamed from everywhere in the room. Sasuke smirked as they seemed to like the leather thong that kept them from seeing everything and yet hid nothing more than it was suppose to. Sasuke began to slowly thrust as he sang, his eyes rolling back as though he were in pure bliss of it all. It was an exotic movement that probably made half the men drool. He was a virgin and knew how to do that?! Almost unheard of.

"I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder"

Again, the echoing of the background. His hands moved down his chest to his hips, where the ties kept him concealed. He raised a brow to the crowd as they begged for it, and he decided tonight would be one of his 'special' performances. it was only once in a while that the Uchiha completely stripped like the others, a tease that kept everyone coming back for more. His hand yanked the ties, and his only even close to article of clothing, was the damn collar.

"I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder"

His hands moved down his chest as he sang his last verse, legs suddenly buckling as he dropped to his knees and looked up, that dreamy uke look in his eyes as he whispered.
"I'm getting away with murder."
His head snapped down and the lights cut off. Whistles and screams exploded the room and as the lights flickered back on, Sasuke and his clothing was off the stage. The raven smirked as he moved passed Neji, who gritted his teeth. The brunette was a beauty in his own category. His longs strands of hair slightly fell into his pale features. The male wore white contacts, making his eyes look a bit freaky, but it turned on a lot of the customers. His tight black jeans was the only clothing the stripper wore, besides the thong underneath and collar. In Sasuke's opinion, he gave the waters what they wanted too fast. There was no time to tease, to make them really want it. The two rivaled and Sasuke always came out on top. Giving him a small smack on the ass, the raven went into the back while Orochimaru began the betting for his body. However, Sasuke got the final say on who could have it. He'd check and see who the winner was today, perhaps they'd get lucky and he'd let himself be bought. Probably not though.

His lustful dancing caught unwanted attention that night. A man with a burning passion and thirst had been watching the younger Uchiha's display with a heat raging so fiercely that he swore a real flame was flickering in his heart. Even if it was his own brother. Uchiha, Itachi couldn't be rivaled when it came to looks. All Uchiha's seemed to be that way, or what was left of them. His long midnight hair fell into his dark eyes as he moved to the front of the stage to bid, and to win. He would get what he wanted. Especially after rotting in that damn asylum for six years. He had murdered his entire family, all expect for his younger brother, Uchiha Sasuke. Then again, whose fault had that been? Itachi always blamed his father, who had driven him to the brink of insanity. That wasn't to say that Itachi wasn't ruthless. He was very sadistic and had a lust for blood that was unhealthy. His deranged mind lusted for something else at this hour, something he'd acquire in minutes. Oh, he knew the reunion would be bitter sweet, but what did he care? What an Uchiha wanted, and Uchiha got. It should have been a written law.

Not to mention the wretch that was calling out for bids was the one that had turned him in to shave his own slimy skin. Indeed, when Orochimaru saw Itachi, he broke out into a cold sweat and his hand seemed to not be able to steadily hold the microphone. It was amusing, but the eldest casually waved his hand, dismissing the snakes thoughts that troubled him so. "Might I have a word with you?" He inquired over the noise.

The two men walked backstage, where Itachi made his proposal. He'd pay three million dollars for his brother, without having to get the other's consent. Orochimaru was more than glade to oblige. He would be breaking his own laws, his own guide lines, but if it saved his neck than he'd gladly do it. The criminal smiled as he signed the sheet that Orochimaru gave him, signed the deal to owning poor Sasuke's life. "You can wait for him in the private room in the back. Look for the one with his name on it."

Itachi moved to the hallway, his eyes traveling to the door which had his otouto's name carved in it's oak wood. Smirking, he opened the said door with his key, which Orochimaru had been so kind to give him. Shutting it behind him, he already seemed to be taken with the room. There were no windows to let in the disturbing sunlight, for one to escape from. Electric candles that were spread throughout the room where the only source of light, giving it an eerie sort of aura. One sat on a cherry wood dresser which lay beside him. Curiosity overwhelmed his senses, which wasn't very Uchiha like. Then again, an Uchiha had rights to act how they felt like acting. Onyx eyes glinted with joy and the smirk that lay planted on his lips said that the contents couldn't have been very good. For Sasuke-chan at least. Inside lay many bounds of leather, chain, and gags. One had sharp, tiny spines on the inside to stab the said victim in the wrist or ankles, letting them bleed lovely crimson tears onto themselves and whatever unfortunate piece of furniture they were touching. The thought of binding the younger Uchiha's wrists behind his back while tying is ankles to his thighs to spread that tiny virgin ass was causing Itachi to grin. The mental images were disturbing, but to Itachi, he was in pure bliss.

Along with black, blue, and crimson colored gags, there was one with a small ball attached to it. Like the one you see in the porno video's that many of the girls are forced to wear to stop screaming, but allow the person to still hear them. Again, Itachi imagined his little uke tied up, blindfolded, and clutching that small ball between his teeth as his aniki pounded away at him. Oh yes, he could hear his brother's muffled screams of protest already. It only made Itachi wish his brother would hurry up and get here. Closing the first and opening the second, last drawer, he seriously started to consider sparring Orochimaru's pathetic life. Inside were toys. Toys of pain and pleasure. Whips of leather, new and ready for usage. A small paddle lay beside them, wooden and with small holes drilled in it to make the said smack hurt that much more. Poor Sasuke, he'd be in the hospital tonight if Itachi had his way. The twitching fingers ran over many other toys; vibrators, a jar of chocolate, and some small clamps that the master could put on the pet's nipples to cause pain and pleasure. Itachi licked his suddenly dry lips, closing the drawer and taking in the room more so. The carpet was crimson, velvet to the touch. The walls were jet black, helping the intimidating aura that would soon be released. His eyes found the circle, king sized bed. It sat in the middle of the room with an appropriate canopy overtop, draping the entire structure in black curtains for privacy.

Striding towards it and pulling back the said curtains, he smirked. The circle bed had satin blood colored sheets with matching black pillows. Two chains where hooked on either side of the bed, two at the head and two at the foot. The chains were to hold and spread the individual held in them. That wasn't the only thing though, that caused a evil glint in that pupil of his. Hooked to one of the bed posts was chain, one that adjusted the bonds hanging down from the canopy. It looked like a sling of some sort, only it was far more devious than that. Leather bindings hung from the canopy, which was strong enough to hold a person up in the air. He could attach his delectable otouto to the straps, which would hold his wrists behind his back, bending him forward slightly from the slack in the harness; while his legs were pinned to his thighs and spread –painfully so- above Itachi. He could adjust the height of where his brother hung, and how far the boy's legs were to be spread. It was perfection. Giving the room another glance, he found a chest in the back along with a red leather chair. Inside the chest, cherry oak as well, was an assortment of clothing. Robes, Kimono tops, thongs, skirts, about anything sexy you could think of on Sasuke.

Shutting the lid, he looked over at the chair. It too had metal ringlets for the wrists, neck, and ankles for it's victim. The anklets were on the very end, making the said person have to spread the farthest they could go, which looked very uncomfortable. If you leaned the chair back, one could lay down with their behind facing the master. The neck would lay horizontally in the metal ring, arms pulled back and ankles still pulled far apart. Either way, it was a master piece of it's own. Deciding to rid himself of the tight black dress shirt that graced his chest, the older Uchiha walked back over to the bed. Shedding the garment, he revealed tan tone abs. Psychos had to do something with their time. A small smile graced his features as one of his strong hands ran over the soft fabric of the bed. He knew that this day would eventually come, where he'd be free to walk without chains; to be able to ensnare his little brother in a trap. A web of agony, pain, and pleasure. It almost seemed to easy now. He had his otouto right where he wanted him.