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. Other than that, the same warnings apply.

A/N: I'm pretty sure that you guys will LOVE this chapter, but we'll just have to see.

Forgive me if grammar/spelling is a bit off. It was 2 in the morning when I wrote this.

kagomebabygirl: Just so you know, Sasuke's parents are alive and well, just not major characters in any way, shape, or form.

I'd also like to thank everyone else that reviewed. I will admit that I was expecting more of a debut for my prized story (Paragon), because I spent so long on it, but I'd like to thank those who took the time to read and review. And to all of you who just favorite then leave: quite frankly, you piss me off. If you like my story so much that it's one of your favorites, you can take the three seconds to tell me what you think, I'm sure.

Paragon

Chapter Four

Author: Alley-Oop

The next morning, I wake up with the most killer headache ever. It doesn't help when I come around in an unfamiliar room, either. Looking around, I start to panic slightly, but stop when I remember what had happened.

Sasuke and I had danced, and was it ever a dance to remember. People had been whopping and cheering, thinking that two hot boys had just decided to put on a show. It was probably the only "show" in the entire world that could make a certain blonde boy so undauntedly horny, but it was fun. Sasuke and I are both great dancers, even though our movement was seriously restricted by clunky shoes, tight pants, and having zero room to breathe, let alone dance.

Sasuke somehow, despite the lack of room, managed to slide his lithe body down mine, making me shudder. At one point, his back was pressed tightly against my chest. I used this opportunity to reach around him and pull him closer, fondling his chest with my wandering fingers, grinding into his ass as I did so. He leaned his head back against my shoulder and moaned like a bitch in heat. I could see the sweat that gathered on his body slowly slide down his taut, pale skin- particularly along his exposed neck- and I swooped down to lick it up hungrily.

The crowd had apparently thought that it was as hot as I had though, because they began chanting: "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!" It had grown louder the longer we had ignored it, until we had finally stopped because we'd feared a riot would break out.

Sasuke looked at me. I looked at Sasuke. That was all it took before our lips met. It was a quick, soft kiss, but it was a kiss. However, the crowd/mob was not satisfied with that. They booed and shouted until we had come together again, our quick kiss having morphed into a hot make-out session in just a few moments. I had secretly wondered if Sasuke had spiked the punch with something, but it seemed that everybody was sober. Someone from behind us had pushed us onto the couch, and we didn't even bother to pretend to be embarrassed as Sasuke landed on top of me. A cheer went around again, but Sasuke and I had needed no more encouragement. We broke away panting, and Sasuke ran his tongue down my jaw. One last cheer rippled through the crowd before a loud banging was heard at the door.

A resounding echo of, "Awww…" and, "Damn…" had gone through everyone when flashing red and blue lights had filled the room through the windows. Sasuke had waited to give me one more, quick kiss before he got up and ambled to the door, seeming to glide more than walk. I had quickly gotten up from my spot on the couch, my face flushed and red. I looked around, pleased to see that everyone was watching Sasuke at the door. Well, everyone except for a certain someone. Shikamaru had smirked at me knowingly, and mouthed one word to me. Busted. However, I was too happy to be mortified, as I would have been had I not just made out with Sasuke Uchiha. I licked my lips just to soak up the leftover deliciousness.

It was then that I had heard a deep masculine voice speaking in a very matter-of-fact tone. When he left and Sasuke had turned back around, he had announced to everyone: "Okay, guys, party's over. Cops are shutting us down for the noise. But I'm glad you could all make it, and, for Christ's sake, pick up your garbage when you leave!"

Grumbles went up, but I had still been high from my magic moment. My dream (not quite the literal dream from a few nights ago, but close enough) had come true. I had just stood there, looking like an idiot, while Sasuke had gone out back to tell the people in the yard what he had just told everyone else.

No one left, though, until they had thanked Sasuke for an awesome party and given me a high-five or a thumbs-up. I couldn't help but grin ridiculously.

Miraculously, when everyone had left, I found myself without a ride home. Shikamaru had left, and Sasuke said that Temari had been my replacement (He didn't say it like that, but that's how I took it. Not that I blamed Shikamaru. I would have done the same thing if I had been him).

"Why don't you just stay here and I'll take you home in the morning? We have, like, five guest bedrooms," Sasuke had said, yawning impressively himself. When I checked the time, the clock had read somewhere around four in the morning, or something equally ridiculous.

"Okay. Sounds good to me."

So now here I am, cuddled up in a bed in Sasuke's house on a Sunday morning, wondering if life could get any better. My mind is floating on cloud nine, and I don't even know how to possibly contain all the happiness I'm feeling.

I'm still laying there, smiling to myself, when a small rapping at the door brings me back to reality. My panicking comes back to me as I realize that it could be anyone at the door, not just Sasuke.

"Naruto?" I hear, and my terror melts away.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I answer, scanning the room for the pants and shirt that I just now realize I don't have on. Looking around, I spot them on a chair across the room, but it's too late to get them on as Sasuke opens the door. He looks kind of nervous. However, I notice that he's still wearing his outfit from yesterday. Apparently he didn't care much to change before he crashed.

"Um… I made breakfast," he says, and I smile at his bizarre awkwardness.

"Alright, I'll be there in just a minute," I say, and he nods, causing his now flat hair to fall into his eyes, before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I sigh contently, wondering if there was any way that every day could be like this. If, somehow, I could wake up and know that Sasuke was nearby every day. After I daydream about this for at least three minutes, I get up and get dressed in the same clothes from the previous night. On my way to the kitchen, I stop to look in a mirror in a hallway. My liberty spikes have been bent, untwisted, and frizzed out. I run a hand through my hair to try to untangle it, but it's hopeless. There's way too much gel, and I don't have enough patience to mess with it right now.

I slip into the kitchen just as Sasuke is loading a plate with eggs and setting it on the table.

"Ta duh!" he says, and I smile as I sit down across from him.

"Wow, you've been busy," I tell him, digging in.

"I got bored waiting for you to wake up," he says, and I blush, feeling bad for making him wait.

"Sorry. You could have woken me up."

"Whatever. You're up now."

Two hours later, we've cleaned up the entire house and it looks exactly like it did when I had gotten there yesterday.

"I suppose I should be getting home," I finally tell him reluctantly.

"Yeah. I guess I should take you home."

When we're at my house, we just sit in his car for a minute, not saying anything.

"I owe you again," he finally says.

"How many is that now? Four?" I tease, smiling at him.

"Three," he says, a smirk on his lips.

I think about how now would be a perfect time to bring up the kissing from last night, but I don't say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"About last night…" he says, and I can tell that he's back to feeling awkward.

"The kissing, right?" I ask, knowing before he says anything that I'm right. Honestly, I'm just surprised that he brought it up at that exact moment.

"Yeah. Um… are you…gay?" he asks. He looks up at me just long enough for me to see the hope and the embarrassment in his eyes before he looks away again, staring at his steering wheel.

This is the question that I've been waiting for and dreading. It's what I've wanted to tell him, but what I've been too scared to say.

"Yeah," I say quietly, still looking at him.

He turns to me, a new fire in his midnight eyes. "Then you wouldn't mind if I…" He doesn't finish as he leans towards me. I find myself leaning in towards him also.

There's sparks flying as our lips lock. It was meant to be a testing kiss, I know, but we're both all too willing to continue on for it to stop after a little peck. I run my tongue over his lips, and he opens up to me. I feel like I'm watching myself in a movie as I take complete advantage of the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Suddenly, I get the strangest sensation to be closer to him, so I crawl over the compartment in between me and my Uchiha, straddling Sasuke before he can even realize that I've moved. He gasps in surprise against my lips. Reaching around me to turn off the car, Sasuke breaks away panting.

I'm breathing hard myself, but I like the lightheaded feeling. My tongue trails a line from Sasuke's jaw to his ear, and I nip at the lobe. He wriggles beneath me, and I love it. I'm reminded of my dream from a few nights ago, and I feel my manhood jump in my pants.

Now I can understand why Kiba would want Sasuke back so badly. Just to feel him under me- I'm addicted already. I have been addicted since I first saw him, but I just hadn't realized it until I had the Uchiha squirming under me.

I skip from his ear to the junction of his neck and collarbone, and he offers me a moan. His hands find my hair and tug relentlessly until my face is back up to his level. I can practically see the devil horns on his head as he mashes our lips together.

I don't know how far either of us is willing to go, but I know that instinctively my hands wander to the zipper of his vest, which his body is straining against as he pants because it's so tight. I don't want him to think I'm a whore or something, but I've been waiting for this so long that I'm not sure if I can stop myself.

He doesn't protest as I slowly drag the zipper down his torso, feeling the tight muscles and smooth skin as it is revealed to me. Finally, the whole thing is undone, and I'm greeted with velvety, creamy skin, the only thing breaking the paleness of it being his intricately swirling tattoo. I wonder how far below the waist of his pants it goes.

Sasuke moans and breaks the kiss again. This time, it's to lift my shirt over my head.

We do nothing but make out intensely and explore the new plains that we've been introduced to. It's all a blur of whimpers, kisses, and sweat. Finally, I get tired of just this, and reach hesitantly for the button on Sasuke's pants. When he realizes what I'm doing, he slaps my hand away.

"No," he says in between pants.

"Sorry," I say, and kiss him, hoping to make up for it.

"Mm, Naruto," he tells me, "I've got to go."

My body protests, but my mind understands, and I slowly retreat back to my seat.

"Yeah, I should probably get going, too," I say, slipping my shirt back on. "Great party."

He smiles at me. "Thanks. See you tomorrow," he says, and my stomach is already flipping in anticipation. I get out of the car, and as soon as the door is shut, two things happen. First of all, Sasuke speeds away. Secondly, I'm acutely aware of my massive boner, and I wonder why Sasuke really had to leave. Was it because he was in need of "attention," too, or because he actually had something to do? I'll never know for sure, but I know that I've got a problem that needs taken care of immediately, so I dash up to my apartment to get it under control.

A/N: If I don't get at least ten reviews for this chapter, then I fucking quit with this story. No kidding... Three chapters in with only 17 reviews? That's pathetic. So you'd better be pressing that review button.

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