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: It's about time to wind this story down. Don't you agree? If not, then I'm in desperate need of ideas. Help a sister out. Oh, and before you read, know that this chapter will most likely be a tad bit short.

I would like to apologize to Master of Rebels for my terrible response to your review, even if you don't read this chapter. It was terrible of me to act the way I did, and if you no longer want to read, I totally understand. Thanks for the time you took to read and review, anyway.


Paragon

Chapter Seven

Author: Alley-Oop


"I'm late!" I cry, shooting out of bed faster that I thought possible. I stumble around for a while, pulling on my boxers, jeans, and shirt while hunting around for my shoes, before I realize that there is still another human-sized lump in my bed. This so-called "lump" begins to groan and move, then hiss in what seems to be pain.

"Sasuke, c'mon, we're late," I urge, rushing over to the bed. I swoop down and give him a quick peck on the lips, then continue with my morning activities.

There is a grumble in reply, and I stop for a moment to look at the other boy that's naked in my bed. His hair is out of control and tangled in a way that looks like it would be natural in the mornings. His eyes, which are just beginning to blink open, are large, dark, and sleepy. His lips seem a little chapped, but I doubt that there's any permanent damage. His skin glows with the new morning light.

"Naruto… I'm not going to school today," he tells me in the sweetest groggy voice that I have ever heard. Actually, it seems more than just grogginess- more like a mix of leftover sleep and hoarseness. Maybe I over-sexed him a bit.

"What do you mean you're not going? Of course you're going! Now get your lazy ass outta bed," I tell him in a playful authoritative voice. He really should go to school.

"My sore ass, you mean?" Sasuke seems more awake now, and his brightening eyes narrow at me just the slightest.

"You weren't complaining last night, were you? Weren't you the one that begged for me to fuck you?" I ask, waggling my eyebrows just the slightest.

He closes his delicate eyes and groans, whether from his memories or from his sore leftovers of last night, I'm not sure.

"Naruto, just…" he pauses to yawn, exposing his pearly whites to the pallor of the morning light. "Just stay home with me. Please." The way he looks at me, I already know that I can't refuse, so there's no use trying.

"I suppose I could just call us in sick for today. But I got up for nothing." I throw off my shirt and tug down my pants as I climb back into bed, and then snuggle up to Sasuke's lithe, bare body.

"Are you sure you don't want any clothes?" I ask. Sasuke nods his head in the affirmative, simultaneously snuggling into the pillow. "Suit yourself," I cuddle up against him all the same, my body feeling like it's melding to his. In no time, I'm absorbing his warmth and sleeping fitfully with my head resting on Sasuke's shoulder.

However, right before I dozed off, I took a moment to revel in this moment and relish it for what it was. It was like a delicacy that I wanted to savor forever- life's sweetest candy.

I'm nearly positive that I fell asleep with a smile on my face as I tugged Sasuke closer to me with the arm I had draped over him.


"Naruto, you dumbass, get up!" I hear. For a moment, I wonder where I am before I recall everything that happened recently. I blush crawling out of my bed, wondering if Sasuke's abused butt is feeling any better.

"Sasuke?" I think I can smell bacon assaulting my nose, making my mouth water, but I could always be mistaken. I make my way hurriedly to the kitchen, where I find Sasuke, fully clothed, putting a plate of bacon and fried bologna on the petite kitchen table.

"You really should consider going grocery shopping," he tells me, pulling out a chair and sitting down slowly, flinching and hissing when his behind makes contact with the rigid seat. I can't help but smile.

"Wipe that grin off your face. Now." Sasuke's glare promises death, so I try my best to comply with his demand, but the smile just won't be pushed away. "Naruto, I'm telling you to get that fucking smile off your stupid fucking face right this instant, or I'm walking out of here and never coming back."

That does the trick. My smile fades away just as quickly as it came on. I walk over to the very, very small table and take a seat. I stay silent, watching Sasuke daintily pluck a piece of bacon from the plate, and I do my best to politely take a slice of bologna.

"So, about last night," he says. I feel that same blush creeping up my neck and filling my cheeks with hotness. "It wasn't your first time, was it?"

I'm confused. Should I take the comment as a compliment or an insult?

"Um… no. Why?" I'm more curious than anything now. I know that last night was good on both ends, so I'm not about to be offended.

Sasuke smirked. "It was good. You didn't seem inexperienced."

"You sound surprised." I sound slighted.

"Well, I am. I wasn't expecting it to be so…" He's struggling for the word.

"Good?" My voice sounds hard.

"…Okay…Good works." It's not the word that he was looking for, but it fits well enough. "You just seem so innocent."

"Oh, really? Is that because I don't have filthy mongrels all over me in the bathroom?" Shit! Bad move. I wish more than anything that I could take that back.

"Excuse me?" Sasuke sounds even more insulted than I did a moment ago. "If you think that I still have anything to do with Kiba and that I wanted that to happen, then you've got another thing coming. And no one asked you, anyway!" Sasuke growls.

"FYI: public restrooms are for the public, if you couldn't tell," my own voice is low and dangerous. This is definitely not what I want to be happening right now.

"You know what, I think I'm going to leave. I may not be going to school, but I don't have to stay here and put up with you and your stupidity. If you want to talk to me, fine, but we're going to talk, not have a one-sided argument. Got it?"

At Sasuke's threat to leave, my stomach clenches painfully. I don't want him to leave, and especially not like this.

"All right, all right. Don't leave. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for."

Sasuke's in the middle of getting up when I say this, halfway standing with his hands splayed on the table. He sits back down, giving no indications to his pain. He munches on another piece of bacon, obviously letting me explain why I'm getting so worked up.

"Um… I had a few questions about last night myself." Upon receiving his glare, I quickly add, "And they've got nothing to do with Kiba."

"Alright."

"Well… This is kind of awkward… um…"

His intense stare hasn't let up, and it's disintegrating my thoughts one by one, picking them off like a hunter with its prey. I frantically try to gather my helplessly scattered thoughts, but with those dark eyes on me, I find myself stuttering and unable to speak.

"Naruto, tell me already."

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and spit it out. "Did you spend all that time with me jut for sex?" There, it's out, I've said it. I don't want to open my eyes to see the look of unrestrained fury and reassured death that's undoubtedly on Sasuke's face, but I need to make eye contact for him to take me seriously. I paste on my game face and open my eyes, which instantly connect with twinkling black orbs. I hear myself sigh in relief.

Sasuke is actually smiling. He's amused by my question, which is not what I wanted. This morning seems to be going against everything that I ever possibly wanted to happen with Sasuke and I.

"Do you really think that I would spend all that time with you just because I was horny?" His voice is much lighter now, and I appreciate the mood change. I'm not sure I could've handled much more of that suffocating tension. To my stupor, the boy before me chuckles. "Naruto, do you really think that?" His eyes are still glowing, but his smile is gone, locked away, hopefully, for later.

"No, but last night… We've only really known each other for- what?- less than a week, and we've already had sex. Didn't you even wonder about it at all, about if I was using you?"

Sasuke's eyes look up at my ceiling contemplatively for a moment. "No," he finally answers, "not really." I sigh and hang my head. This was definitely not turning out well. "But," he continues on, "I knew that you didn't play that game. You've liked me for a long time."

"How would you know?" Sasuke has a way of making me feel inferior because he knows everything that I want to know and everything that I don't want him to know.

"Well, you always stared at me, then you drew me nearly everyday in art class… It was pretty obvious from the beginning."

I watched intently as another piece of bacon was slipped between Sasuke's lips. For some reason, it brought up dirty memories of what had taken place just the night before. The scene was still fresh in my mind, and thinking about it was making me aroused. I did my best to tuck away my recollections, though certain images still flashed repeatedly in my head.

… 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…

I'm sure Sasuke would smack me if he could see what I'm thinking right now.

"Naruto?" he asks, but I'm so far zoned out that even his voice isn't bringing me back.

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 feel like I'm stuck in an alternate universe, like I'm reliving last night through someone else's viewpoint. It's amazing and terrifying at the same time.

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

This didn't really happen, did it? I swear I'm hard by now.

"Naruto?" Sasuke tries again.

…He's already got his legs spread out for me. I silently slip onto the bed and kneel between them… He tries to impale himself on my finger, pressing down on it. I feel my self-control slip… Before he can reprimand me for being slow once again, I plunge into him. He lets out a cry… and I gasp in sheer delight…

My breathing has most likely picked up by now. Sasuke looks a bit concerned, but not enough to do anything more than wave a pale hand in front of my blank, lightly sweating face.

Sasuke's heat is smoldering all around me, and I don't know how long I'll be able to last… .My hands find purchase on Sasuke's hips, and, as I slam in again, I pull him down…"Naruto!"…

"Naruto!" Sasuke shouts again. I shake my head, ridding myself of the pornographically appealing pictures. I silently wonder who would ever need to go buy a Playboy magazine if they could just share my thoughts for about five minutes. After all, I didn't even need to spend any money and I'm already hard as steel.

"Yeah, sorry," I say quietly, trying desperately to regain my normal breathing.

"You okay? You're sweating and your face is really red." Sasuke reaches across the table and places the back of his hand on one of my cheeks, frowning slightly. "And you're really hot."

"Am I?" I ask, licking my lips and giving him a suggestive look.

"Naruto, you horny idiot, what were you thinking about?" he inquires, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Nothing unfamiliar to you," I tease.

"Are your memories as good as mine?" he asks, leaning over the table just the slightest.

"Better," I reply, leaning in towards Sasuke.

"I doubt it." We've both leaned in so close that our lips are only a hair's breadth away.

"Do you know how it felt to be surrounded by you?" I breathe.

"Do you know how it felt to be filled by you?" he retorts in a whisper. My already hard member is throbbing painfully inside my boxers.

However, before either of us can say anything more, our lips are together. It's not a romantic day-after-sex kiss, either. It's a full-blown "let's share our spit for the hell of it" kiss, and I can't say that I'd want it any other way. I'm also not going to say that it's pretty, either, but it is passionate, and that's really all that I wanted.

Sasuke and I pull away from the table, leaving the bacon and bologna sitting by their lonesome. I wrap my arms around Sasuke's waist, and his arms drape themselves around my neck. Once again, I'm amazed by the height similarity, but the thought is pushed aside by Sasuke's experienced tongue probing around in my mouth. I carefully lead my lover- wow, that's so weird- to the tiny living room. Sasuke's eyes are closed, so it's no surprised that he lets out a startled gasp when I push him back onto the sofa so that he's lying on his back. Slowly, I crawl on top of him.

"Naruto?" I look up at him to find a triumphant smirk on his face. "You're hard," he tells me.

"You say that as if I don't already know," I say, kissing him on his lips, then trailing down his chin, which he tilts back, and then down his neck. He squirms in an amusing way.

"Naruto?" he asks again. This time, I don't look up.

"Hmm?" I grunt, closing my mouth over the sensitive part of Sasuke's lower neck. He gasps and whimpers.

"We can't… Not again…"

"Why not?" I've pulled back to look at my brunette square in the eye.

"Because my ass hurts and we just did this last night," he states.

I "accidentally" place a hand on Sasuke's groin as I get up, saying, "Well, if that's a problem..."

Sasuke groans and seems to sink deeper into my couch. "Wait, wait. Come back." He catches my hand with his own and gives it a good tug. I turn back around and face him.

"Yeah?" I ask in a fake agitated tone.

"We can fool around a bit, but I'd really rather not have sex again right now," he says, and I smile.

"Fine by me," I respond, crawling back on top of my Uchiha.


A/N: Sorry, but it was entirely necessary to cut it off. This chapter is about five pages long, which is good enough. Really, though, I just didn't want to keep writing about them "fooling around". We all know what that means. Also, I really, really need ideas, or else the next chapter is going to be really lame. I have no more pre-written chapters, so the next update is going to be a relatively long time, I'm guessing, unless I get some ideas.

Reviews are lovely and encouraging.

Oh, the next chapter I'll try to reveal more of their backgrounds. Like, maybe what happened to Naruto's parents and what conspired between Sasuke and Kiba in the past. We'll have to see.