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, I'm thinking another lemon soon (maybe next chapter. We'll see), only with –gasp!- bondage. Also, there may be more foul language than usual. Other than that, same as always.

A/N: Here's my next attempt at a semi-decent chapter, though I'm thinking "failure". Oh, and sorry for the long wait. No excuses. Shit happens.


Paragon

Chapter Eleven

Author: Alley-Oop


The first thing that I notice when I walk into the art room is the swamping tension. It's nearly enough to crush my bones, walking into that overwhelming atmosphere. I've never really felt anything quite like it, actually. Sure, everyone has their awkward moments, but this… If the saying, "Every time there's an awkward silence, a gay baby is born," is true, then I bet at least two hundred gay babies will be born in the next hour and a half.

I don't know what to expect as I set my books on my desk. Anticipation is always a bitch, though, that's for sure. I keep expecting Kiba to say something to me- something dirty and nasty- but he doesn't. Maybe he's finally accepted defeat? I laugh a bit to myself. Yeah, right, Kiba accept defeat. Maybe he'll turn into a werewolf tonight, too…

I'm so preoccupied waiting for Kiba to say something evil that I don't even register Sasuke taking his seat across from me.

"Should I be concerned that you're staring at Kiba like he's the antichrist, or is this a temporary thing?" Sasuke asks, bringing me out of my expectancy stupor.

"Oh. Sorry. I was just expecting him to bite my head off, but he hasn't said a word," I say.

"That's weird. I could have sworn he'd be doing something to get back at us," Sasuke responds, and I get chills. Us. He said us. Not "me" or "you", but "us". It has a certain melody to it when Sasuke says it. He makes it sound so official.

"Me, too. Maybe he's accepted defeat," I offer.

"Yeah, and maybe he's Jesus Christ(1), too," Sasuke says sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. I smile, but am still worried. Sasuke's right, and I don't know what to expect from Kiba. He's insane. I'll most likely be murdered in my sleep. Or worse, Sasuke will be murdered in his sleep.

"No, not Jesus. But you were pretty accurate when you said antichrist," I retort. Sasuke snorts, then moves around to sit next to me instead of across from me. I don't know why, but he leans over and whispers in my ear. People start looking at him funny, and Kiba glares so much that I swear I'm going to melt. And Sasuke's breath on my ear is making me want to melt for an entirely different reason.

"Naruto, we should do something special tonight," Sasuke whispers, and I feel his tongue licking the shell of my ear, just for a moment, so quickly that I'm not even sure it happened. My body shudders for a moment. I can feel my horn-o-meter spiking to a dangerous level.

"Fuck me, Naruto! Fuck me!"

I shake my head, trying to make the memory of last time dissolve in my head. I remember Sasuke, naked, sweating, writhing. Hot to the touch. Eye candy. That's Sasuke, and he's sitting right next to me, whispering in my ear, offering me "something special". I cross my legs under my desk to hide my obvious arousal.

"And what might that be?" I ask, trying not to sound needy and desperate. I'm not so sure it worked.

"Think of your deepest, darkest fantasy…" Ugh, again with that should-be-illegal voice that is so husky and masculine… "And imagine playing it out. No matter what it is. Imagine it, Naruto."

And I do. And it's wonderful. My deepest fantasy: I've gotten it already. I have Sasuke, and that will always be good enough, but… There's one word that stands out in my mind. Bondage. I'm thinking handcuffs; I'm thinking total domination. My arousal is far more than just an arousal, now, and I blame Sasuke. He just has to do this to me, right in the middle of fucking school. Just an hour and a half until we get out of here, he has to get me all hot and bothered.

I steal a quick glance at Kiba, and he looks more than angry- more than enraged, even. I don't know a single word that can describe the look on his face, but it reads something like this: "I'm going to fucking kill you, you fucking asshole. I fucking hate you. You're fucking nobody. You don't fucking deserve whatever he's telling you. Fucker."

But I don't have too long to concentrate on this, because Sasuke is still whispering such naughty things into my attuned ear, and there's something happening to the lower regions of my body that would be mortifying for someone to see right now, and, overall, it's just not a good situation to be in. Finally, a thought strikes me, and it's enough to kill my hard-on, which, for once, is a good thing.

"I have to work tonight," I tell Sasuke, who doesn't seem to be put off by this new information.

"Where do you work?" he asks. In his normal voice. Not directly in my ear. I sigh, relieved. Saved by work- once again a first-time thing. Not that I don't want to carry out my most carnal fantasies with Sasuke, but now isn't the time to get excited about doing it.

"Shorty's," I answer quickly.

"Uptown?"

"That's the one." I'm not sure if I should be telling Sasuke this, because he seems to have a contemplative look on his face, like he's planning to bomb the place or something. Which would suck, because then I'd have to find another job.

"You're not going to drop a bomb on it, are you?" I ask, hoping to God that he says no.

"Gee, how did you know?" Sasuke responds, sarcasm evident in his voice. He almost sounds offended, but I smile at him, and he smiles back. "No, I'm not going to drop a bomb on the place, Naruto."

"Good," I answer.


"Naruto! Wash your hands and get the phone!" my manager calls out from the other end of the restaurant's kitchen. Grumbling, I trudge to the sink and run nearly scalding hot water over my hands. The specially requested birthday cake that is still nothing more than a massive glob of God-knows-what will just have to wait, I suppose.

"Shorty's Steakhouse. How may I help you?" I answer, borrowing Sasuke's dead-sloth monotone voice for the moment.

"May I speak to Naruto?" I'm slightly startled: no one ever calls for me. The voice, however, is familiar, even though I can't place my finger on it. It sounds like… like that man that answered the door at Sasuke's house when I was out looking for Sasuke. Yes, it's the voice of Sasuke's older twin or whatever. (They may not be twins exactly, but the resemblance between them is uncanny.)

"Um, he's speaking."

"This is Sasuke's older brother, and I think there's something wrong with Sasuke," he says casually, as if this wasn't the worst possible news in the whole world. My heart starts to thump erratically, and a lump forms in my throat. I try to clear it away, but it just seems to get larger the more I try to dislodge it.

"What's wrong?" I finally choke out.

"Well, he left for your house hours ago, but he hasn't gotten back yet. He just called me asking me to call you to tell you to hurry to your house. Some kind of emergency. I don't know for sure, though."

"Okay. I'll… I'll go home and check it out."

"Alright. Thank you."

"Uh, sure."

I hang up the phone slowly. This new news- the possibility that Sasuke is very possibly hurt or in trouble- is taking a long time to sink in.

"Naruto? Are you okay? You look a bit pale," my manager says, coming over to find out what's going on. She knows that I never get phone calls, so I'm sure she's intrigued.

"I have to go." My voice is so small, I'm sure I'll have to repeat myself. But, somehow, my manager hears. Her brows knit together in confusion, but I think that she understands it's an emergency. In all honestly, I'm a good employee. I show up for work on time, I don't complain when my manager is being a total and complete whore or I get all the shitty jobs (baking a cake, for instance), and I get the job done.

She nods her head. "Tomorrow at five, Naruto," she tells me.

"I'll be here," I respond, forcing the fakest smile in the world onto my drained face. She nods, then goes back to ordering people around: her specialty. "Shino, finish making that cake!" I hear her order as I bolt from the kitchen, the reality of the situation finally catching up to me. My heart tells me that there is no way in hell this can be happening, but my brain understands and continues to send signals to my feet, carrying me faster and faster. I can feel my stomach clenching as my sneakers pound the cement. I'm exponentially happy that I only live about four blocks away from work.

When I get to my house, all the lights are off. I test the door, and it's still locked.

Maybe he didn't even make it this far… Suddenly, I feel terrible. I feel sick. I clutch my stomach as I slide the key into the door to my apartment. Maybe I should have paid more attention to Kiba. Maybe Sasuke is… I do not finish that thought, for fear of my rapidly beating heart imploding on itself.

It seems like hours before I finally get into the apartment, and the first thing I do is head to the kitchen. I duck my head into the sink and splash water over my face a few times. I take two deep breaths, then begin to scour my apartment for any sign of Sasuke. I save the bedroom for last, figuring that if something did happen to him, then I'd save the most painful room for last.

However, it doesn't take long before I'm standing in front of the wooden door, my heart still racing. It's the only room left- my last hope. I hold my breath as I push open the wood aside, not knowing what to expect.

I sigh in relief. There's Sasuke, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. When I look closer, though, I see that his hands are handcuffed to the headboard, his feet tied to the bedposts, a sheet tugged haphazardly over his naked body. But I know that no one did this to him. I know that he had planned this out perfectly in that genius mind of his.

A tick of anger bleeds through me, now that I know this was all just a trick. I was so worried over nothing. Sasuke is fine. Sasuke is right here.

I walk over to him slowly, too relived to be angry at the moment. Tomorrow, Sasuke will be in hell for doing that to me, but for now I can't stay irritated. Not with Sasuke all tied to my bed, naked and beautiful and gleaming in the moonlight from the open window across the room. That explains how Sasuke got in: through the window.

"I was beginning to wonder if you would show up," Sasuke says.

"I was really worried," I reply, my voice soft. I don't want him to know that I'm mad. I want to save all my anger for tomorrow, when I'll be thinking straight and Sasuke will be in a more… serious disposition.

"I'm sorry," Sasuke says, and he seems genuine. I sit on the edge of the bed, watching as Sasuke's wrists strain as the added weight makes the mattress dip. He doesn't seem to mind, so I don't move, but instead lean over to plant a gentle kiss on his plump lips. We just stay like that for a long time, lips caressing lips, worry and fear and regret lost in the sensations of each other. Eventually, though, Sasuke begins to squirm, and I know that he wants something. We break away, and I swipe off the string of saliva that fell onto his cheek, since he's currently unable.

"Naruto, is this what you were fantasizing today?" he asks, tugging his arms and legs, making it more obvious that they're bound. I shiver a bit. Total domination. That's what I wanted, and now I can have it. Sasuke is willing to just give it to me, no strings attached.

"It's definitely close enough," I answer, and Sasuke's smirk morphs into the picture-perfect smile that always warms me to the core.

"I thought so."

"How did you know?" I ask, truly curious.

"Who doesn't like a bit of bondage?" Sasuke asks, and it makes perfect sense. He just knew that people always like bondage. Like I said before: Sasuke is a genius.

"Good question," I respond, crawling more fully onto the bed. Tonight will be something special; that much is obvious.


1- Sorry about all the religious references. I hope I didn't offend anybody. I myself am Catholic (funny that I'm Catholic, like yaoi, and write stories like this, huh?), but I do want to apologize if I offended anyone.

A/N: Like I said before: failure. However, reviews are much appreciated. And, now that school's out, the next chapter(s) will be out more quickly than this one (I hope… No promises, though.). There will only be one or two more chapters to this story. Do not be sad, though! I've already started two new fanfictions that you guys will be more than welcome to read if you feel compelled to do so. They're both more on the serious end of the spectrum, though, and not so much meant to be funny, like this story.

Anyway, the next chapter will most likely have a lemon in it, if it's not just a lemon entirely. Hurray for bondage!