Summary: Should anyone ever look up the word paragon in the dictionary, they'd find a definition similar to: a model of perfection. Right next to that particular definition, they would also undoubtedly find a picture of Sasuke Uchiha. NaruSasu
Warnings: NaruSasu, which means yaoi. You have been warned. Also, there may be harsh language. I don't know yet. And there might be a mini-lemon if I feel like it. So, yeah, mature content. Not for the innocent eyes.
A/N: I just thought this story would be fun. I was actually inspired by my cousin's vocabulary word- paragon, obviously- to write this story. Enjoy!
Paragon
Chapter One
Author: Alley-Oop
Should anyone ever look up the word paragon in the dictionary, they'd find a definition similar to: a model of perfection. Right next to that particular definition, they would also undoubtedly find a picture of Sasuke Uchiha smirking at them.
Sasuke, with his lustrous pale skin, his sharp features, his thick jaw that curves so flawlessly that you just want to lick along it, his perfectly defined, pink lips, and his shining, glowing, beautiful black obsidians that could be taken for eyes. Yes, Sasuke Uchiha is a model of perfection. Everything he does radiates faultlessness. Whether it is mental or physical, there is no better example of a paragon to be found.
He is everything I want to be, and everything that I'll never be. That is why I need him, and that is why I want him. I want to be the one licking along his jaw line, the one to mar that smooth, silky expanse of creamy skin with my marks. I want his brilliant, deep eyes to see only me, and I want his perfectly soft lips to touch no one else's but mine. In all of his glory, I want to be the one to bring Sasuke down to his knees begging- begging for me.
Because of Sasuke Uchiha, I am on an impossible quest, and that quest is the one to own perfection, to claim the one flawless paragon around. Because of Sasuke Uchiha, I must own Sasuke Uchiha, and that is that.
I'm waking up with the sun assaulting my eyes, and my golden hair tickling my face and neck. I cling to my pillow, cling to the few remnants of sleep that I have left to grab hold of, but it's hopeless when the sun is relentlessly beating down on me, reminding me that no dreams last forever. I roll onto my back, emitting a sigh that would probably impress William Shakespeare himself.
Sighing- it's my favorite hobby.
But it won't get me dressed or to school on time, so I force my unwilling body to start moving. First, I pull on my favorite tee shirt: just a yellow Hawthorne Heights shirt with black lettering that I got from a concert last year. Then I tug on my faded blue jeans, which have holes galore (not for the fashion, but because they are so old). Grabbing my book bag, I slide on my flip-flops and am out the door.
High school sucks. Whoever says they like it should be stabbed in the jaw. If only it weren't illegal…
I have four classes a day, each one an hour and a half long. So, when you break it down, that's six full hours of torture with only a half hour for lunch. First is English 12 Honors, which isn't too horrid. There's a lot of homework- mostly vocab- and papers, but I like it, for the most part. Then I have World Geography, or something like that. I don't remember the exact name, but it's the most boring class in the history of forever. Well, it's second most boring, only after Chemistry. Then, saving the best for last, I have art for forth block.
I love art. You pretty much get to do whatever you want. Just sit around and doodle. About once a week we actually get an assignment, but with an hour and a half to work, it gets done pretty soon, leaving you free to dork around.
But the absolute best thing about art is that Sasuke Uchiha, the most amazing boy in the world, is in it also. Everyday, I look at his face as he draws, staring so intently at a blank piece of paper that he will soon turn into something just as perfect as himself, and I try to capture it on paper. Everyday, I spot a new detail to incorporate in, but it's never quite right. I never seem to be able to capture the radiance of his pale skin, or the gleam in his midnight eyes. I never manage to draw the soft, black (so dark it's nearly blue) hair.
It's hard to imagine that anyone could ever be so perfect, that anyone could be so gorgeous. But he is. The sick thing is, though, that he's real. I could walk over there and touch him, feel his taunt, creamy skin, and he wouldn't just be an apparition of my imagination. He's tangible, and he's sitting right across the table from me.
Sometimes, I think about how it would feel to just lean across the table and kiss him right there. But I know it's not a good idea. Thursday night school and being called a fag for the rest of my life really don't seem very appealing to me.
But what is appealing is the way that Sasuke looks up at me on a good day. He looks like he actually sees me, like he believes I'm there. Everyone else just glances through me, but those refined black eyes absorb me- suck me in. Sort of like the way I absorb him all the time.
The way he dresses is enough to make me drool, most times. In fact, what he's wearing today is probably the best thing he's worn all year. Actually, I've never seen a shirt cling to a body so tightly before. He's wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt, a studded belt, and black, faded jeans. It's so simple, but he pulls it off like it's the most complex thing in the world.
If only the shirt were red. Or at least maroon. Then it would be surreal.
"Naruto?" the art teacher calls, and I'm pulled back to reality.
"Huh?" I say, snapping my head towards the front of the room, making my hair flip across my forehead. I hear snickers from the other kids, and somehow I know they're talking about me.
"You and Sasuke will be partners for the next assignment," the teacher, Kakashi, tells me, then moves on to tell Kiba that he'll be working with Ino, and Chouji with Temari, and Shikamaru with Tenten, and Gaara with Neji, and Lee with Shino. Basically all the couples get split up, but it doesn't surprise anyone. Disappoint? Yes. Surprise? No. After all, Kakashi knows everything about every student, like he has some sort of all-seeing eye or something. Everyone knows that he split the couples on purpose, which, of course, was smart. More work will get done that way.
"All right, class. We're going to be doing profiles of your partners today, and I'm expecting you to help each other out. Now, get to work."
And everyone does. Everyone but Sasuke and me, that is.
"Um…" I clear my throat, both to clear it out so that my voice, which has suddenly become a squeak, can be heard, and to capture the Uchiha's wandering attention. "Are you going to draw my profile first, or am I going to do yours?"
"Naruto, right?" he asks, as if what I had just said was totally irrelevant. I go along, because I can't be mad when Sasuke's sparkling eyes are focused on me.
"Yeah."
"You can do mine first, Naruto," he tells me, turning in his seat to give me the best angle on his face as possible. I swear it's the longest twenty minutes of my life as I gaze up at his face, only glancing down to copy details. It's mostly just a rough sketch, but Sasuke is being still as a statue, and I don't want to take too long with the little stuff that I can add in later just from memory.
"Finished," I lie, moving quickly to hide the semi-decent sketch. Actually, it isn't anything to be ashamed of; it just lacks the finer details, is all.
"Let's see," Sasuke demands, practically ripping the paper from my grasp right before I tuck it into my drawer for later. I can't tell anything from his face as he scans the paper with those midnight eyes of his.
I see his fingers trace the line of his own jaw with a feather-light touch.
"What?" I finally ask, anticipation pouring out of my voice.
"You… Do I really look like this?" he asks, as if he'd never heard of a mirror before.
"I hope so," I answer, and, for the first time, I see the hint of a smile tilt his delicate lips.
"Me too," he finally says, before putting the paper on his own desk. "Come here." He motions to me, and I scoot my stool over to watch him work with my picture. "Look. Do you see where the lights are in the room?" he asks. I do look, and see that they're behind me.
"Yeah," I respond.
"Well, because my skin is so pale, there's going to be a bit of a shine on my face."
I just watch as he softly adds in the places where the reflections were: high on his one visible cheekbone, and on his forehead.
"Under my eyebrows, there's going to be shading, too." He adds the darker area, then examines the photo again before scoffing. "And my hair doesn't spike upwards, it spikes out straight." The way he says this makes it sound harsh, but I can tell from the way he's still gazing at it thoughtfully that he didn't mean for it to sound that way.
"It's good," he tells me, handing it back.
"God, Naruto!"
I can't respond. I'm breathing too hard to waste oxygen on words.
Sasuke is pinned beneath me, naked, gleaming with a gorgeous sheen of sweat as I pound him into the mattress none-too-gently. His head is thrown back as he lets out moan after moan. His hair is splayed across my pillow like an intricate design, the black of it contrasting sharply to the white of my pillowcase. He is panting, hard, and each breath sounds like it's coming more quickly than the last.
I lean down as I fuck him so that I can latch my mouth to his collarbone. He gives an animalistic growl of pleasure as his entire body arches to get even closer to mine. His hands find their way to my hair, threading through the thick blonde tufts, and he yanks my mouth nearer.
His polished skin feels just like I've always dreamed: smooth as marble. However, I never imagined that he could feel so hot. I'm almost afraid that he might pass out.
"Mm, Naruto…" The way my name rolls off of his lips is enough to make me gasp. The coil in my groin winds up more tightly with every breath that he takes, because he's just that sexy.
"Sasuke…" I finally say, licking my way up his neck, stopping only to suckle on the milky skin there. "I love you."
"Naruto, I… I… I'm-" That's all the farther he can get before I feel his insides collapsing around my throbbing member in release, thrumming fantastically as a sticky substance explodes on my abdomen. I don't last much longer, and when I do finish, I find that I have collapsed on top of Sasuke. Both of us are breathing way too hard, and the atmosphere is so electrically charged that it seems like we'll be shocked if we move.
"Sasuke, I…" I start to repeat myself, but I find that the softest, plumpest, most delectable lips that I've ever felt stifle my words.
"I heard you the first time. Now, get out of me," he says when we break away, and I blush the deepest blush that has ever existed. "Get out of me," he had said. Did he have to be so goddamn blunt about it? Couldn't he just say, "Get off," or something?
I quickly do as he commanded, pulling out of him with a rush of whatever semen is leftover that hasn't already run down his wonderful thighs, which makes me blush even more.
"Ugh, my ass is going to kill…" Sasuke says.
"I'm sorry," I say, rolling over next to him.
"Don't be." He leans over to kiss me right as a familiar and dreaded buzzing resounds in my head…
When I wake up with the biggest boner of my entire life, I can tell that today will be a long day…