Author's Note: Au. Sasuke/Hinata. I've never written them together, so this is going to be an experience. This is going to be a bit dark and very mature. Just be warned.

Sasuke goes out for a reluctant night of fun at a gentleman's club and finds he is smitten with one of the dancers. Hinata is working her way through college, now that she is on her own, and the last thing she wants is a relationship with one of the Uchiha brothers, much less anyone knowing about her night job. But when the two collide, sparks fly and a course is set.

Besitos = kisses (Spanish) Sorry, it was wrong before, thank you to the anon reviewer - damn autocorrect!

You're my favorite explosion.

(You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more,
because everything new distracts the old.)

-Pierce the Veil "Besitos"

Besitos

Chapter One: Sasuke

Sasuke

Sasuke Uchiha's eyes had trouble following one moment to the next as they waded through the scantily-clad, alcoholic sea of women and girls accompanied by less than reputable men. The flashy clothing caught the bright lights like miniature walking disco balls and refracted back, blinding his view.

"Come on, we need a night off," a comrade insisted as he hung on his shoulders heavily.

"I don't think this is the place though Uzumaki," he mumbled, trying not to get jostled by another patron. The other man shouted something about nonsense as they grabbed a seat near one of the back stages.

It was so dark in the audience that he could scarcely see where to walk, relying on others to lead him. He glanced at his friend Sai, to see if he could decipher what the quiet man was thinking. Sai had his head stuck in an artbook, hardly aware of his surroundings. This wasn't his cup of green tea either.

Sasuke looked ahead to see that Naruto and Rock Lee appeared to be right at home. He knew that Rock Lee's guardians would just die if they knew what their ward was actually up to when he was away at college.

Sasuke and Sai very rarely took any interest in dating or relationships, being very focused on studying and finishing degrees. Still, they were dragged to places such as these on rare occasions after work because Naruto felt they were lonely.

He could smell heavy alcohol for miles, mixed with the sickly-sweet scent of years upon years of cigar smoke and male excretions. He would probably burn his shoes and any other articles of clothing that touched the floor here, just in case.

The chairs were rickety as they were seated, wobbling and threatening to fall from all the stress of men being excited. He tried not to touch them, sitting on the edge no matter how his back would probably feel. He could have left, he and Sai both could have left, gone to their respectable homes and left these two alone.

It wouldn't have been the nicest thing to do, but they could have. It so happened he was the designated driver and Sai was along for support. Sasuke was grateful for his quiet accompaniment.

But deep down, he was really darkly curious to see what kinds of things were done at such establishments. It was a secret, human fantasy that he wished he could outgrow. He couldn't outgrow hormones or being a man.

"What can I get you to drink?" an older woman shouted in their ears. She probably wasn't as old as she appeared, but had aged from this environment. Sasuke merely shook his head, most likely looking queasy to her for she left him alone immediately. He didn't hear her ask Sai for anything and moved on to the other two.

His eyes scanned the stages anxiously; wanting the night to be over as soon as possible so he could return to his normal life. There were other shows going on further back, men drooling and heavily entranced for women who put the same show on every night.

He glanced nervously at his lap, his hands folded quietly so as not to draw attention to them. He tried to concentrate on the scattered music, trying to pick out songs he might know or beats he wanted to remember. But it was like being in a foreign land.

So he waited; occasionally glancing at Rock Lee or Naruto, then back to Sai, as if Sai was going to change. Sai was not fazed in the least. Not because he didn't care, but because he knew his opinion mattered little.

A heavy beat thudded close to his chest as the lights dimmed except for the stage, which encased itself in purple and blue. His eyes caught the movement of a young body moving just off to the side. He could see the ruffles of a skirt and the bow of a thigh high before the body moved closer.

She kept her head lowered, though he wasn't sure if it was out of shyness or part of the act. But when she didn't lift her eyes as she touched the pole, he figured it was out of shame, something different altogether. She carried her shoulders as someone who was deeply humiliated.

Her sharp black closed-toe heels clacked rhythmically across the polished hardwood floor, her probably pale legs hidden with black thigh highs with a single pink bow at the top of each. What muscles they had hidden in them! Probably from gripping the pole night after night.

The black and purple ruffled material of the skirt hardly kept her from view, allowing the suggestion of what treasures might be lurking beneath. She wasn't a thin girl, like the others, allowing some meat on her frame, with her gracious thighs.

Her stomach still held a bit of a cute paunch, baby fat, showing her age, but her top showed exactly how womanly she already was with its mesh and lace allowing glimpses. Dark hair tumbled around her face, rolling past her shoulders to the crest of her derrière like a curtain.

Sasuke was sure he was infatuated as he tried to make a sound and alert Sai to her presence. She didn't seem to notice they were there, but not in a cold manner. It was more like she was ashamed and tried not to envision herself there instead.

He could see lines and color on her left side as she gripped the gold pole with her right hand, spinning away from it, hidden under her hair. It looked like possibly a geisha woman in traditional clothing. The ink crawled along her side and back in wonderful colors. He hadn't seen a job like that since Sai's apprentice works.

Subconsciously she moved her left arm across her stomach as she swung around again, her eyes closed and her head gently tilted back for the music.

She was art.

Her hands changed directions in mid-air as she gripped with her left and swung with her right. She was free, free as a bird or a butterfly. The dark hair swished around her hips for another rotation before one of her silky legs grabbed the pole firmly, halting the motion.

Sasuke noticed how she commanded every eye in the room for a second, even Sai's. He could see the other man's eyes watching her every move now as well. It was rare that a woman was able to do that, other than ones in lines and colors.

She paused, as if for dramatic emphasis, but Sasuke could tell it was out of nervousness by the way her knees shook, and her head dropped again. The inside of her thighs grinded against the brass of the pole, but they could see her grimace.

Compared with the other girls, she was choppy instead of fluid and seductive as she was supposed to be advertising. Rock Lee and Naruto heckled her, though they still held cash out.

Sasuke almost swore that he could see her carrying a sword if she stayed like that much longer. The position, her features, and the lighting gave her a very 'Sin City' sort of air, dangerous. That was much more attractive than her body. Her mysterious air, the fact they couldn't see her face, made her that much more alluring.

She pumped her hips against the pole, a mocking gesture as she rose and swung again. Both hands gripped the brass, her back to them as she sank into the crouch again, her rear end grinding the cold metal.

She turned back away from them again, sinking and swishing faster, before she hooked her legs around the pole and began to climb with both hands, one over the other her head tilted back, and suspended herself over the wooden floor by only her legs and one arm.

She spun and danced, shaking her hips and buttocks as she sank and rose. Her hair was a windmill of surprise as she walked around or rubbed her hands on her own clothing and body. Sasuke thought his favorite part was when she would grip the pole tightly with both hands and rotate to the floor with both legs on the same side.

It actually looked like fun, as long as he didn't let the other guys know that.

He glanced around the club, noting that other dancers now had their tops off, giving their patrons a little shake. His dancer didn't touch her thin top much. She gave the men a little shake, her bounteous breasts jiggling just enough to get them excited at the possibility that the top might come undone.

Moving away her antics on the pole for her second song, the young woman rotated her hips in time with her head, beautiful waves of thick hair cascading down. She bent at the waist and snapped her body up rubbing back up her knees and thighs, undulating a few times. She slipped down to the floor, arching her body and giving them an up-close view of the lace top.

Sasuke felt his groin tighten as he leaned forward, anxious to see what she was going to do next.

Rolling over on her back, she thrust her hips up a few times – a tiny moan escaping with the effort. Next, she pumped her legs up in the air, bringing them down sensuously and carefully before rolling back onto her knees. The young woman gave them a shake of her assets again, bringing her hands to bear on her delicious chest, squeezing her breasts together tightly.

And before Sasuke knew it, the music was ending. She gave them one more thrust of her backside before she began collecting her meager tips. Naruto and Rock threw their money onto the stage, whistling.

Sasuke didn't know what happened to him, as if under some type of spell, he had reached in his wallet and taken out an amount as well, throwing it up to her.

Under the curtain of hair, he saw the barest of sweet smiles as she pushed the money down into the right hip of her costume and disappeared. The MC was saying something – her stage name? Lavender Lotus? He filed the name away for later.

The next succession of dancers were clearly more experienced, Sasuke could tell the difference in their calculated movements – their age.

That first dancer had been very young, probably college age. His age. She might even be one of his classmates.

That was an interesting thought. Sasuke had heard of girls putting themselves through college doing odd jobs; trying to make ends meet. He knew he was lucky, a scholarship and a job with a firm pushing papers around when he wasn't at class.

By the end of the night, Naruto and Rock were hammered. With a longsuffering sigh, he hauled Naruto to his feet and assisting him out of "The Den of Sin" as it was so named. It was a den alright, Sasuke thought.

Behind him, Sai was having some difficulty rounding Rock Lee up, who was now singing drunkenly at the top of his lungs. That had started after a few more rounds. Sai was all but "fireman" carrying him now over his shoulder.

"We shouldn't let these two drink ever again," Sasuke said under his breath to Sai as they pushed both of their charges into the backseat. Their friends ended up in some sort of pitiful heap.

"We shouldn't, but I bet they will," Sai said neatly, as he climbed in the front seat.

On the drive home, it required all of Sasuke's concentration. By the time he reached his own home, he was too tired to even think about the dancer again as he collapsed on the couch.