Fever Pitch

If: obviously I need some real meat on this story to start it off! So here's the beginning! (still not mine)



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“God damnit Naruto! Would you stop fucking messing with what I’m wearing!” came the annoyed shout from room 307 in an uptown apartment building, far from the beat of the music in Leaf.



“I can’t help it! Your closet is a freaking room to itself teme! I can’t decide what I want you to wear!” came the exasperated shout from the walk in closet. Sighing, the owner of apartment room 307 sat on his bed running a hand through his black hair.



Sasuke Uchiha collapsed on his bed. Currently wearing only a pair of black boxers, this black haired bishounen was enduring the worst torture known to humankind: Naruto Uzumaki. Granted Naruto was his best friend, but in this situation Sasuke would be hard pressed not to call him his worst enemy. Here he was a proud, gorgeous, rich Uchiha, bowing to the will of one blond numbskull. Why you might ask? Because he had lost a simple bet. A simple bet which had placed him in said blond’s hands, giving him the power to do as he pleased with the Uchiha.



Sasuke growled in frustration. How could he lose a bet to Naruto of all people? Naruto! For god’s sake the blond had the worst luck in the history of man! How could he lose a bet to him! It was freaking impossible, the odds were a million to one of losing, and yet… yet he had lost to this fool! Luckily for Sasuke, Naruto wasn’t too horrible about it… on second thought, he was terrible. Naruto had forced him to wear not only a French maid’s outfit, but had stuck a collar on him and led him around like his own personal slave (all slave perks, cleaning, cooking, dusting… included) the whole day. And now the blond was making him go out clubbing with him. Sasuke hated people. He hated being around people. Sasuke hated everything about people. It was torture to make him go out clubbing. And the blond was dressing him again… Sasuke was actually afraid.



“A ha!” came the loud obnoxious shout from the gigantic closet. Sasuke raised himself onto his elbows, supporting his torso. Naruto came out of the closet. Sasuke snickered, that had so many different connotations, and all of them would be correct.



Short blond spiked hair, blue eyes, tanned skin and an amazing physic. Naruto was the epitome of Apollonian beauty, and yet there was no way Sasuke would ever be attracted to him. Naruto’s beauty was something totally unconnected to his personality. Though his personality bore a striking resemblance to his fashion sense: loud and bright. Orange was Naruto’s favorite color (which, Sasuke dully noted, he was wearing tonight in the form of a wife beater) and his personality was just as loud and abrasive as the color was.



Naruto was grinning at Sasuke sadistically. Sasuke cringed and had the sudden urge to run away.



“I found the perfect shirt to go with those lovely pants we found earlier,” Naruto announced. Sasuke felt dread settle deep in the pit of his stomach. Naruto brought the shirt out from behind his back and Sasuke felt his eye start to twitch.



“That’s not mine…” he said. Naruto raised an eyebrow.



“You serious?” Naruto asked. “Then why is it in your closet?”



Sasuke twitched a little more violently. “It must be Itachi’s… that bastard…”



Naruto mouthed ‘oh’ and nodded slightly.



“Doesn’t matter,” he announced suddenly. “You’re still wearing it.”



Sasuke’s mouth hung open. “Are you fucking nuts?”



Naruto’s grin only grew. “Nope. I choose what you wear and do today, remember Sasuke-kun?”



Sasuke scowled at Naruto’s cheeky grin. “Damn you.”



“Yeah yeah… next time don’t lose the bet,” Naruto said, tossing the shirt at Sasuke. Sasuke snarled as it landed in his lap. “Now then… get dressed.”



Sasuke grumbled to himself. Moving the shirt to the bed, Sasuke stood up. Grabbing the black flared, low rise pants, Sasuke pulled them up his thin, muscular legs. Jumping a bit, trying to fit into these pants that were almost too small, Sasuke managed to get them up all the way… which was approximately at his hipbones. Sasuke sneered and grumbled before grabbing the shirt of evilness. Muttering the whole time, Sasuke lifted his arms and slipped the shirt on… it immediately bunched at his shoulders. Sasuke twitched. Grabbing the bottom hem, Sasuke tugged the shirt down violently over his wonderfully chiseled body.



“Perfect!” Naruto exclaimed looking over his friend. “Now we just need to line your eyes, put some glitter on, grab your shoes and head out!”



Sasuke glared at Naruto. “Glitter?”



Naruto grinned evilly. Sasuke shuddered.



“Hell yes! The glitter will add to your semi-bondage look!” Naruto said, pointing at Sasuke’s belted shirt and collar. Sasuke mimicked Naruto and flicked him off. Naruto just stuck out his tongue.



“Get your shoes while I go grab the eyeliner and glitter,” Naruto called out heading for the bathroom that was just down the hallway. Sasuke just grumbled to himself as he got onto his knees to search for the shoes under his bed.



“… Now that is a sight I’d like to come home to more often,” said a collected, icy voice. Sasuke’s head snapped up, hitting the underside of the bed. Cursing, the younger Uchiha scrambled out from under the bed to glare whole-heartedly at his accursed brother.



“Fuck you Itachi,” Sasuke growled. Itachi only smirked at him, entering the room. His long black hair was falling over his shoulders, caressing his white collared shirt. Bare feet moved soundlessly over the wooden flooring of Sasuke’s bedroom. Crouching down beside his younger brother, Itachi reached out a hand and caressed Sasuke’s face.



“Any time little brother… any time,” he whispered sultrily. Sasuke’s face scrunched up into a look of disgust and he pushed his brother away roughly, spotting his shoes by the door in the process. Sasuke stood, ignoring his brother’s piercing gaze, and walked to his shoes. Picking them up, he turned to look back at his brother and scowled.



“Get the fuck out of my room,” he said coldly and left to go to the living room, shoes in hand.



“Whatever you say little brother!” Itachi shouted from behind him. Sasuke sneered and sat on the couch. He started to untie his shoes and slipped the first one on, violently tying the strings.



“Whoa… you sure look pissed,” Naruto, ever one to point out the obvious, said. Sasuke leveled him with a ‘we are not amused’ glare. Naruto gulped and sat beside him. Sasuke put on his other shoe and tied it.



“Face me,” Naruto said. Sasuke obediently turned his face to Naruto. “Close your eyes.”



Again Sasuke obeyed the blond, soon feeling the soft tipped black eyeliner on his eyelid. Sasuke felt the urge to scowl again, but knew that Naruto would just have to start all over again if he did, so Sasuke resisted the urge. Naruto moved to the other eye. Sasuke sighed imperceptively.



“Ok, now open your eyes and look up,” Naruto commanded. Sasuke did as he was told. Trying not to blink, Sasuke allowed Naruto to finish lining his eyes. “Alright, now let’s get this glitter on your face and this other glitter in your hair.”



Sasuke deadpanned at Naruto. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”



“Nope, ‘fraid not Sasu,” Naruto said, a sadistic smile covering his face. Sasuke scowled. Naruto grabbed his first glitter and smeared some strategically on his friend’s face. Sasuke dealt with it. Next Naruto grabbed his glitter hair gel and applied some to Sasuke’s hair. Naruto smiled at his handiwork.



“Now we’re ready to go,” Naruto said, standing up. Sasuke rolled his eyes and stood as well.



“Don’t do anything too stupid little brother,” Itachi said as Sasuke stepped through the front door. Sasuke flicked him off and closed the door behind him. Itachi only laughed.

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“Are you sure this is the club Naruto? It looks like a seedy bar with a long line…” Sasuke asked his friend. Naruto waved his question off.



“It’s supposed to look like that. Not many new people come here, and those that do always come with someone who comes here a lot. They don’t advertise this place,” Naruto explained. “They don’t have to. It’s the best kept secret of the clubbing world in Konoha.”



Sasuke looked at the brick building skeptically. Naruto grabbed his arm and pulled his behind him so that his friend wouldn’t get left behind. Waving at the doorman as they approached, having completely bypassed the long line, Naruto grinned.



“Hey there Shikamaru!” he said. The doorman looked up from his inspection of people in the line.



“Tsh, how troublesome,” he muttered over the loud crowd and the bass that could be heard through the door to the club. He scratched at his earring encased ear before looking up at the sky.



“Come on now Shika, you know you can’t see any clouds out at night,” Naruto said jokingly. The pony tailed doorman just cocked an eyebrow at the blond.



“Come on in Naruto,” Shika finally said. Naruto grinned, pulling Sasuke behind him.



“If you see Temari before I do, which I’m sure you won’t, tell her hi and that she still needs to work on you,” Naruto said. Shika half-hearted swatted at the blond.



“Troublesome,” he mumbled as the blond and his companion entered the club. If Temari ever found out what that other troublesome blond said he’d be in some serious trouble. Temari would try to put him through more “obedience” training…



“Hey! Can we get in now!” shouted one of the people in line.



“Troublesome,” Shika murmured, looking back up at the sky.

Sasuke could only stare at the inside of the club for a moment, stunned at its deceptive front. The inside was very different from its seedy outsides. Inside was a paradise of clubbing purity. The beat was forcing him to walk to it, and he knew that he was barely resisting the urge to just dance. There was something in the air here that just made you want to break down and join the throng of masses rubbing against each other on the dance floor. Naruto was pulling him to the bar though, so Sasuke couldn’t follow his strange urge.



“Come on!” Naruto shouted over the din of the music. Sasuke dimly noted that he knew this song. It was that crazy Numa Numa song, if he was correct… Naruto shoved his way to the bar counter. Sasuke just followed behind him meekly.



“Hey Temari!” Naruto shouted at the blonde waitress. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her interesting hairstyle, four pony tails. She was wearing a tube top under a green mesh shirt and a white mini skirt. Immediately she grinned at Naruto.



“Hey Naruto!” she shouted back, making her way over to the blond. Naruto grinned at her. “Haven’t seen you in a couple days!”



“I know! I’ve been out and about doing stuff!” Naruto yelled. Temari laughed.



“I gotta get back to work! You have fun!” she yelled and waved before going back to bartending. Naruto just shook his head.



“Come on! Let’s go dance!” Naruto shouted. Sasuke couldn’t protest.



They walked by the railing, surveying the crowd of undulating people until something caught Sasuke’s eye. There, in the center of the dance floor, was a creature that just stood out from the crowd. In the center of the dance floor, was a god.