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. For those weak of heart or ovaries, this chapter will not be for you.

A/N: I'm pretty sure that most, if not all, of this chapter will be… naughty, meaning it may be a smidge short… or not. And I was still sickwhen I wrote this, so cut me some slack. It's hard to think about sexy things when you have snot dripping down your face, a splitting headache, a stomach that's twisted in knots, and a rash that could scare away lepers. And it helps when you can breathe sometimes, too.


Paragon

Chapter Six

Author: Alley-Oop


"Sasuke…" It's the only word that I can think, the only word that I can speak, so I say it over and over again. "Sasuke…" The name is threaded with moans and groans, pants and gasps. The only thing I can think about is passion, about how Sasuke is touching me. I might cum just thinking about it.

I'm in nothing but my boxers, lying on my bed. I can vaguely hear techno music playing from the apartment next to mine, where there's probably a rave going on.

I've only managed to get Sasuke's pants off so far, and that's because that's the extent of my reach. Sasuke has my arms pinned to my sides with his knees. It's painful, but also turns me on. I like the tight feeling- the feeling of being repressed and constricted. Plus, it's just nice to have Sasuke straddle me.

The raven on top of me leans down, just examining for now. His fingers trace irrelevant patterns over my tan skin, and I can't do anything but breathe. And moan... It feels so good to have someone touch me, to pay attention to me.

Sasuke's feather-light fingers dust over my abdomen, then come up to twiddle my nipples. I whimper particularly loudly and try to squirm, but Sasuke's got me pinned well. Slowly, my nipples perk up for him, and he finally moves on once he's satisfied. One of his skilled hands trails up to my throat, one finger outlining my jugular. I want more than fingers at this point, but foreplay is foreplay, and I'll take it for what it's worth.

"Naruto," Sasuke says, tilting my head to the side, "moan for me."

I do more than moan for him. I groan and purr and make noises that I've never heard before in my life; noises that I didn't even know people could make!

I feel Sasuke shift forward before I see it. He hovers over my neck like a mosquito, just admiring the protruding artery and running his fingers continually over my tanned skin. Finally, he goes down for the kill, lapping at my throat with his ever so competent tongue. I writhe and moan like there's no tomorrow.

"Sasuke… please," I say, trying to pry his legs apart with my pinioned arms. I feel so useless and vulnerable having to just lie back and take his fantastic abuse. Not that it's bad or I don't enjoy it- that's not it. It's just that I would prefer to interact. I'm a hands-on kind of guy.

Sasuke ignores my plea, tightening his hold on my arms. I couldn't make him get off of me if I wanted to, so it's a good thing that I don't excessively want to. His mouth wanders up to my chin, and he nibbles on the tender flesh there, making my body shudder beneath his. I try to twist away, but it's hopeless. When it comes to Sasuke, I've got zero self-control.

His lips are soft and smooth against my supple skin, and I feel like I could die from them kissing my overheated body. However, after a few more seconds, Sasuke moves his lips up to meet mine, and I kiss him back furtively. Our tongues battle it out for a while before I back down. I feel Sasuke smirk against my lips.

"It's no fun if you keep quitting," he tells me when we break away.

"It's no fun if I'm pinned down the whole time, either," I grumble.

"You're right," he says, and then my arms are free. "But it's fun when you're doing the pinning." Sasuke rolls over so that we're not touching even one iota. It's obvious what he wants me to do, and like an obedient dog, I set to it.

First of all, I just crawl to him, feeling his beautiful obsidian eyes watching me. I approach his side, pretending not to notice that he's looking at me with wide, opaque orbs and a curious, lustful expression. Very swiftly, I remove his shirt, exposing that familiar plane of pale, delectable skin that I love so much. Latching my mouth onto his right nipple, my hands waste no time in reacquainting themselves with Sasuke's skin. I memorize every bump and ripple that I feel under my fingertips, listening intently for Sasuke's moans, which I begin to hear right after my mouth switches to the other side of his chest.

When I finish with his upper body for the moment, I move so that I'm nearly kneeling between his legs. The only problem is that his thighs are still clamped shut. I gently slide my hand between the heated flesh of his inner thighs. I can hear his gasp, but can't see his face. Slowly, I add my other hand, and I now hear his breathing pick up a notch. Very softly, I part his legs just far enough for me to sit comfortably between them.

Looking at Sasuke, I see that his head is titled back against the pillows. His eyes are closed and his face is serene. He looks to be in a state of total euphoria, and I can't help but smile. I begin to rub slow circles with my thumbs on the creases where his legs join the rest of his body. He moans like a whore and bucks his hips just the slightest. However, he still doesn't open his eyes. Smirking, I lean down and, through the thin material of his silky, black boxers, kiss the tip of his erection. That gets his attention, because as soon as I do it, his eyes shoot open and his hips lift even further off the mattress.

"Do you like that, Sasuke?" I ask, giving his manhood a lick, even though his boxers are still barring it from me.

"Mm… Naruto, don't…" he starts, but I put my mouth over part of the bulge in his shorts, and whatever he was going to say is lost in a wave of whimpers. I think he might've been about to say, "tease," but who knows?

"Don't do what, Sasuke? What were you saying?"

"Naruto…" is all I get, and I think it's all that I'm going to be getting for a while.

Just for the hell of it, I run my hands down one of Sasuke's legs, which he lifts off the bed. I tickle the back of his knee, and he grunts in annoyance, making me chuckle.

"We're having an intimate moment, and you find it necessary to tickle me?" Sasuke asks, surprising me. I thought that his vocabulary was temporarily restricted to my name. Guess it's a bit early for that kind of assumption.

"I couldn't help it. Sorry."

"Hn."

Sasuke lays his head back again as I run my hands over his other leg. While it's in the air, I leave wet, sloppy kisses up and down his thighs, feeling his muscles tighten and relax as my mouth moves along his creamy skin. Pretty soon, I see his fists gripping the sheets, and I know that the mood has been reestablished. Setting his leg back down, I act quickly, wanting to take my luscious raven by surprise.

In one fluid motion, his boxers are off and lying crumpled and rejected on the floor. He glances up at me in surprise, and I find myself grinning as I scan my eyes over my soon to be lover's exposed body, simply relishing the sight. I find that mysterious tattoo that I've been wondering about constantly, and trace it gently with curious fingers. He watches as my hand follows the swirls and loops farther and farther south. I outline the blackness until it separates into three, two paths making their way to Sasuke's hips, where they stop gracefully with elegant curves. The final trail leads me to another split halt about two inches below where the rim of where his boxers would normally be, where the curve comes apart to lace it's way back up to the center of the design. It truly is a masterpiece, and I'm happy to be seeing it.

I follow the pattern to the bottom, and then back to the two ends on his sides. He opens his mouth to tell me something, but before he can speak, I'm gripping his hips, right where the tattoos end, and pulling him down towards me, roughly grinding our erections together. To my ears' pleasure, Sasuke lets out a startled cry of delight. Just the sound makes my heart race that much faster, and I think I may be intoxicated. I even let out my own shout of bliss. If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is.

"Naruto, you-" His tone is accusing, and I already know what he's going to say. I cover his lips with my own to stifle his indictment, but he tries to resist for a few moments before finally giving in. I never realized that Sasuke was so stubborn at times.

For a long while, our one-way trip to sex city slows down for a moment while we just tenderly show our raw feelings to each other. Not too long after, though, I know it's time to get a move on. Sasuke's hands are tugging insistently at my boxers, and I know that he's getting impatient. The Lord only knows what an impatient Sasuke could do during sex.

So, without further ado, I shift and remove what's left of my clothes so that I'm just as naked as Sasuke, who lets his eyes wander over my body with an appraising passion. I sit there and let him, or at least for a little while. Then I get bored, so I slowly lean forward between Sasuke's legs and cover his body with my own.

The heat that's pouring from both of us is enough to make me sweat, never mind Sasuke's inescapable moaning. Our raw erections connect, and we both fall into a fit of euphoric exclaiming. He pants into my ear as his head falls to one side, exposing to me a pale, slender neck with a beautiful flush traveling up it. I quickly swoop down and claim that neck with a warm, wet mouth. I promptly decide that Sasuke's neck is the most fun to mess with. He seems more sensitive to treatment there than anywhere else, for some reason. It takes only a few more moments before I've got him squirming beneath me, which is fine. I like the slickness of our bodies rubbing against each other. It's nearly enough to make me orgasm already.

My hands run up smooth hips and sides, one stopping on Sasuke's breast, the other moving up to thread it's way into his hair. I feel one of Sasuke's own hands ease into my blonde locks, and then there's an insistent tugging. My mouth travels quickly up the raven's neck until I find his lips, and then we're kissing. Sasuke's hands slide out of my hair and to the small of my back, and I shiver slightly. They just rest there for a moment, and I forget about them in the bliss that is Sasuke's kiss. It doesn't take much longer before my other hand is in his hair, absorbing the silkiness and shininess of it.

That's also the moment when Sasuke's hands jerk my pelvis forward to give us both much-needed contact.

"Sasuke!" I cry out, gasping for air. He is still panting, but groans in response to his own name. I feel like I might die from this pleasure, but I know there's so much more to come. Sasuke's legs wrap around my waist, and I moan heartily. There's no denying what's going to happen now, not that there was ever any doubt.

Yet, as badly as I want this, I feel uneasy. Sasuke has only really known me for a few days. He could have just wanted sex the whole time, and used the first gullible moron he found to get his fix. But I invited him to the movies, right? Otherwise this wouldn't have happened.

But what about Sasuke? Does he feel like I was just a horny bastard from the beginning, too? After all, on the first day that I really saw him outside of school, I made out with him. He might think I'm just after his body. Yet, if this is the case, it doesn't seem to bother him. So I won't let it bother me. I push the thoughts aside for later interrogation.

After all, it's hard to think when Sasuke's legs are wrapped around me and he's lifting his hips in desperation.

"Don't zone out on me, Naruto. I need you," Sasuke says, and I look at his face, his expression. He looks just like he's acting- desperate, horny, aroused, and hot. Can't forget hot. His panting voice in my ear brings me back into the moment.

Very slowly, I unlace his legs from behind me, regretting the loss of heat, but I need to get up and find some lube somewhere.

"Where are you going?" he asks me, and I lean back down to kiss him for reassurance.

"Lube," I tell him. "I'll be right back." He nods his approval and I reluctantly get off of the bed and stumble my way into the bathroom. I open a cupboard and pilfer in it for a few minutes, not finding anything suitable. I slam open a drawer and dig hastily through its contents until my fingers wrap themselves around a bottle of lotion.

My quest over, I hurry back to the bedroom, closing the door behind me, but there's something missing. Something important. Sasuke isn't there. I look around frantically, but don't find him. At least, not until I feel warm fingers cover my eyes.

"Guess who." A wet tongue finds the back of my neck, and I lean back against a sturdy chest.

If only he could see my smirk. "Sasuke."

His fingers still over my eyes, he leads me backwards. When he stops, he keeps leading me back until my back is pressed to his chest. God, he's hot.

"This is kind of kinky," I tell him in a husky voice. "I like it."

"Go down," is his response. Unable to argue, I do as he says, sliding down his overheated body. He moans and I find it's contagious. My legs feel so wobbly that my only support is from Sasuke's thighs, which I'm gripping tightly. But soon enough, I find my strength again. I rise up to my own two feet and turn around to face Sasuke. He's backed up against the wall beside the door, breathing heavily. I step closer to him, crushing him between myself and the white paint on the wall. His eyes flutter shut, and I pin his wrists above his head with one of my hands. I press one of my knees against his groin, and he falls into a long moan.

For just a moment, I wonder if Kiba ever did this. I saw him have Sasuke pinned like this once in the bathroom, but that was it.

"What do you want me to do, Sasuke?" I ask, using my knee to rub that sensitive area. He says something, but it's lost in his ocean of moans.

"Come on, Sasuke, I can't hear you," I say, applying more pressure.

"Fuck me…" he whispers. I smirk and decide to push him. I latch my mouth onto his neck for a moment, feeling him wriggle and pant as he tries to get away. "Naruto!" he whimpers, and that's when I pull my mouth away. My knee is still massaging his groin.

"Tell me what to do, Sasuke," I say, dropping the sultry tone for a plain gruff one.

"Fuck me," he says more firmly.

"Louder," I demand.

He complies. "Fuck me."

"Louder!"

"Fuck me!" He's getting angry now, and that's what I want. I want that anger to be put to good, passionate use.

"Louder, damnit!"

"Fuck me!" he cries.

"C'mon Sasuke, you can do better than that! Convince me!" I'm nearly shouting at him.

"Fuck me, Naruto! Fuck me!" he screams. His face is red, his breathing is already hard, and I know that it's time to get a move on. Peeling away from him, I lead him to the bed by his wrists. I leave him to lie down as I backtrack to grab the lotion that I had dropped on the ground. When I have it, I return to my distressed raven, who is waiting patiently on the bed. Actually, he's already got his legs spread out for me. I silently slip onto the bed and kneel between them.

"Come on, Naruto," he says, and I do. I spread lotion over three of my fingers, and, taking his throbbing erection in one hand, slip one finger into his entrance. If he feels any discomfort, he doesn't let it show. In fact, he tries to impale himself on my finger, pressing down on it. I feel my self-control slip, and I wish he would quit before I just omit preparation altogether.

I start to slowly pump his shaft with my hand as I add the second finger. To my surprise, he doesn't even flinch. He moans and, surprisingly, tenses his muscles around my fingers on purpose.

"Sasuke, stop or I'm not going to be able to do this," I growl at him.

"Then don't," he says with a sly voice.

"Fine," is my answer. I respond by removing my fingers from his heat and ceasing all movement of the hand on Sasuke's shaft, although I don't remove it. I don't move for a while as I spread lotion over my own shaft, and Sasuke is certainly impatient. He wraps his own fist around mine, and moves my hand to pump his erection.

"I don't think so," I say, taking my hand away and interlacing our fingers.

"Hurry up, then!" he hisses.

"Look who's desperate," I say, leaning over as I position myself to suck on the taunt skin of Sasuke's abdomen. I find it humorous to see him lift his hips completely off the bed, but he growls in frustration.

Before he can reprimand me for being slow once again, I plunge into him. He lets out a cry, but I can't tell if it's of pleasure or pain, so I don't move. His insides tighten around me, and I gasp in sheer delight. This is better than I could have imagined- a bit less romantic, maybe, but every bit as good. Sasuke's heat is smoldering all around me, and I don't know how long I'll be able to last.

"Are you okay, Sasuke?" I ask, slightly worried. Sasuke has been silent but for his continuous panting.

"No. I need you to move, Naruto," he says, and I do just that. I pull out nearly all the way, and then slam back in. Sasuke lets out another cry, but this time I can tell that it's definitely not from agony. Sasuke is enjoying this as much as I am, and I'm glad, because I didn't think I could stand to be still and longer. My hands find purchase on Sasuke's hips, and, as I slam in again, I pull him down, forcing myself to sink deeper into that insane heat that's driving me wild.

"Naruto!" Upon hearing my own name, my breath hitches in my throat. I've never felt this way before, like I depended on something so badly that it would kill me to not have it. This time, my hands on Sasuke hips are unneeded, because Sasuke has caught on to the rhythm and begins to lift his hips, groaning every time I thrust into him. Being free of that, I slide one of my hands to Sasuke's neglected erection and begin pumping it as well.

"Ahh, Naruto, right there!" Sasuke exclaims as I hit his prostate. He looks even more desperate than I feel as he arches completely off the bed.

Soon enough, the even pace that I've set turns frantic and frenzied as Sasuke and I both just search for some kind of release. His hips lift, mine slam down; my hand moves up and down, both of his grip the sheets with white knuckles. Both of us are panting, our hair sticking limply to our faces. All movement is slick with sweat and hurried with passion. Breathing, once so easy and thoughtless, is now a chore.

"Faster!" Sasuke tells me, and I do my best to comply. It feels like I'm going faster than humanly possible, but I doubt that. I can feel Sasuke's muscles starting to tighten around me, and I groan in expectation, knowing that when he comes, it'll be over for us both. This is the hottest I've ever been, and I wonder if I'll ever be able to cool off.

"Naruto!" Just like that, Sasuke's semen is all over our stomachs, and I feel his hot ring of muscles clamping down around me. With a noise that comes out nearly resembling Sasuke's name, I release my load into the raven beneath me. It's finally over, and I find myself exhausted. I continue to thrust into him though, riding out our orgasms until I'm unable to stay upright anymore. I collapse onto Sasuke, whose breathing is harsh and ragged, much like my own. I want to say something, but oxygen is too precious at the moment. I concentrate on breathing- inhale, exhale- until it calms down.

I lift my head to look at Sasuke through half-lidded eyes. My mouth opens to tell him something, but before my voice emerges, I find soft lips covering my own. It doesn't last long, since neither of our breathing is steady yet, but it's nice.

I decide it's best to just not say anything at all, and just lay my head on Sasuke's chest instead. Gazing through the cracks in the blinds, I see that it's very dark out. It's getting late, but I don't want Sasuke to leave. Not yet. That would be so cliché, for him to suddenly have to leave right after we just had sex. But by the look on Sasuke's face, he's going to be staying for a while longer. Just looking at him, I feel content about everything that has happened.

For once, just once, life is going my way…


A/N: Well, I do believe that this is the longest chapter that I've written for this story yet. A little more than six pages for my second complete lemon.

So, go easy on me. I was sick and kept loosing the mood as I was writing this, so it may be a smidge choppy at parts.

Can't wait to see what everyone thinks!