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. Lemon and bondage this chapter. Other than that, same as always. Ah, and there's some nice fluff in here for everyone, too.
A/N: So, I'm about lemon-ed out, to tell the truth. I think I've written/read enough of my own lemons in the past week to knock out the toughest yaoi fangirls. Seriously. So don't expect anything spectacular. Not that I won't try, but it might be a bit of a flop…
This is officially the longest story I've ever written. Ever. Thank all of you guys for sticking with me through this huge, long, stupid thing. (Oh, and this is the longest chapter, so far, too. It could practically be it's own one-shot…)
Paragon
Chapter Twelve
Author: Alley-Oop
"Hang on a second," I say to Sasuke. He gives me an annoyed expression.
"Yeah, like I could walk away," he responds, and I hold back a chuckle as my eyes rove over Sasuke's handcuffed wrists and tied ankles. He continues to glare, as if he can see my internal smile, when I get up from the bed. I ignore him as I make my way over to the radio. You can't have a – I swallow hard – bondage situation without music. So, casually, I strut over to my CD player and flick it on. It immediately booms into life, whirring as the first song comes blaring out. I turn it down a few notches. I just want background noise. Sasuke and I will eventually fill the leftover silence, no problem.
I smile as I recognize what song is playing. "Oops," I say. Sasuke looks confused for a moment before the lyrics start to play, and he seems to forget about what I just said.
Tell you what I did last night:
I came home, say around a quarter to three,
still so high, hypnotized, in a trance,
from this body- so buttery brown and tantalizing.
You would have thought I needed help
from this feeling that I felt;
So shook I had to catch my breath.
I smile like a convict just escaped from jail before I start to move. I roll my hips a few times, catching Sasuke's attention instantly. He looks even more delicious with his big, black eyes wide, staring. His lips are parted slightly, and I can catch momentary glances of pearly white. I imagine the things I want to do with him. No, not with him, to him, and my hips begin to move a bit more quickly. Sasuke squirms the slightest amount, his legs tugging to try to move, but the bindings don't give way. I smile crookedly, liking that he is forced to watch my show.
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head. Oh my…
I slowly pull my collared work shirt up over my head from the bottom, watching Sasuke's eyes roam over my exposed abs as they are revealed. He looks like he could possibly be in physical pain, but I know he'll be fine. Way more than fine, in fact. My shirt finally hits the floor, and I run my hands down my sides and over my stomach until they rest on the button to my jeans.
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' at my feet. Oh my…
My belt comes off slowly. I can feel it as it slithers its way through my belt loops one at a time until it lies on the floor next to my discarded shirt. With a practiced flick, the button of my jeans is open, and I unhurriedly tug the zipper down, still moving my hips to that seductive beat pouring from my CD player.
Ooh, some kind of touch caressing my legs. Oh my…
Finally, with an eroticly dilatory pace, I slide my jeans down my legs, exposing the tan flesh to Sasuke's hungry eyes. I can see his arousal that is just beneath the thin sheet covering his body, and I languidly stride over to the bed, my boxers riding low on my hips.
Ooh, I'm turning red. Who could this be?…
In one smooth motion, I slide onto the bed next to Sasuke, whose bindings strain to support him against the dip of the mattress. I lay on my side, while he's stuck on his back, unable to pull away, unable to scoot closer. But it doesn't matter, because I can do that for him. I inch closer to him until my skin is touching his. He's watching me like a hawk, no expression on his face except for carnal need.
"Sasuke…" I whisper. His body shudders next to mine, causing me to shudder in response. "Sasuke…"
"Naruto," he groans in that deep, lusty voice that he keeps hidden away until he feels like arousing me. And it always works. I reach over and run my hand lightly up and down his left side. His muscles flutter under my gentle stimulus, and I smile, leaning over to kiss Sasuke's chest softly. He shudders again as my mouth takes over one of his nipples. The handcuffs rattle and scrape against the metal slats as Sasuke tugs at them, no doubt regretting chaining himself to the headboard. It's so obvious that he wants to interact, to move, to do anything. But I won't let him. There's no way in hell I'm letting him out of this. He made me run all the way back from work, nearly sick with worry, just to pull this trick, and I'm going to make him see it through. He asked for it.
"Naruto," Sasuke says again, and I can feel his stomach muscles contracting as he tries to pull his legs up. He growls in frustration. Just to piss him off more, I throw one leg over him and sit up so that I'm straddling his waist, restricting his already limited movement that much more.
"Fucking bastard," Sasuke vents, and I grin as I lean down and kiss him. He tries to resist my unspoken apology by not allowing me access to his warm mouth, but I have him under my thumb, and he won't get away with that. My pelvis grinds down onto his, and he opens his mouth in a gasp that I muffle with lips. But he still tries to push me away, fighting with tongue and teeth, which scrape and slide and bump against each other clumsily. At one point, he even tries to throw me off of him by lifting his entire body off the mattress, but all it does is rip a moan from my throat as he grinds our arousals against each other once again.
Finally, we both pull away, unable to go any longer without air.
"You're… a bastard," he pants, making me smile.
"And you're… incredibly fiesty tonight, kitty." I smirk. How would Sasuke react to a pet name?
"That's because… Did you just call me kitty?" Sasuke's voice promises death, and he thrashes wildly against the bindings in fury. "Do not call me kitty." I think I can see Sasuke's eye twitch.
"But that's what you're acting like," I tell him. "When cornered, cats are vicious."
"Shut up!" he hisses through clenched teeth. I grin.
"You're just angry because you know it's true, kitty."
Sasuke strains against his bonds once again, but it's getting him nowhere.
"For doing this to yourself, you certainly don't seem to like it." I clutch onto Sasuke's hips to keep from being thrown off.
"I did it for you, and now you're being an ass and…" Sasuke stops there.
"And…?" I push.
"Nothing. Just get off and get me out of these handcuffs. I'm sick of this."
"Hell no. I'm just getting started, kitty."
"Ugh! Fuck you!" Sasuke cries, giving one final thrashing before his body flops against the mattress. He's panting and sweating a bit.
I lean over, covering Sasuke's upper body with my own, to whisper in his ear. "You are the one who will be royally fucked, Sasuke, not me," I murmur harshy, and I can hear the slight moan that he tries to keep locked inside his throat. And how true it is. I'm going to fuck Sasuke until he can't remember his own name. I'm going to make him beg so much that the word "please" will no longer hold any meaning.
So saying, I pull back to look down at Sasuke's face, and our eyes meet. The gleam in those midnight depths is a promise of defiance, but I'm equally as determined. As far as I'm concerned, I deserve this. Sasuke almost gave me a heart attack tonight, after all.
In one quick movement, I lift myself up and pull the sheet from Sasuke's body, exposing him to the slight autumn chill in the room. Normally it isn't this cool, but Sasuke left the window open, allowing the heat to seep out into the night. He shivers very slightly against the cool, but I don't think he's very bothered by it. In fact, he'll be dying to move to Antarctica by the time I'm finished with him, he'll be so hot.
"So..." I say, licking my lips as I look at Sasuke's half-aroused member, causing Sasuke to blush slightly. It surprises me how he reacts to things sometimes. This isn't anything I haven't seen before. "Do you want it rough tonight?"
Sasuke says nothing, turning his beautiful face to the side, not looking at me and being incredibly quiet.
"Silent treatment, huh?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes meet mine, and a silent challenge is posed. A challenge that I can definitely win.
"Fine, kitty. Two can play at this game." I smile as Sasuike's eyes widen just the slightest amount. No one else would have noticed, but I'm not anyone else, I'm me, and I can see it clear as day. There's also a smile playing around Sasuke's lips. A smile that I claim with my own lips, placing them against Sasuke's fertively. He doesn't kiss back, doesn't move – he stays still as a statue, as if it were totally normal for him to reject my kiss.
However, I won't be put off so easily. He should really know better. I smirk into the kiss, but Sasuke remains stoic. Even as I trail my hand down his completely exposed body, starting at his chest, working down the flat plane of his stomach, all the way down until I'm carressing his groin. I can see Sasuke's jaw clench as he fights to keep noises from escaping. I frown just a bit. Sasuke really is a tough shell to crack, but, in another perspective, that's what makes him so interesting.
Slowly, my hand starts moving towards Sasuke's rapidly-gorwing arousal. He watches with a mixture of anticipation and horror on his face. Why horror? Because he knows that he has a limit. He knows that no matter what way he tries to take this, that he's still the one tied to my bed, and I'm still the one straddling his upper thighs.
But I won't win until he breaks, so I finally move my hand enough to firmly grasp his shaft. Sasuke's eyes go wide, once again, before they fall tightly shut. There's still no sound except Sasuke's heavy panting and the small clinking noise as his handcuffs jingle against the metal of my headbaord, Sasuke's shaking hands causing them to rattle. (The background music is just that by now- in the background and no longer noticed.) In fact, his entire body is shaking with the effort of holding everything in. I almost feel bad. Almost. But all I have to do is remember how Sasuke put himself into this situation, and my nerve is reboosted.
"C'mon, Sasuke: moan. You know you want to…" I say to him as I stroke his member just once in earnest. His eyes squeeze shut so tightly that I think he may not ever be able to open them again. In a sadistic way, I love that I can openly see the stuggle he's going through written all over him, expressed in every action, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. It's beautiful and, the more I watch, the harder I become.
Suddenly, I just want this over so badly so that we can move on.
"Fine, Sasuke. Have it your way," I say. Sasuke opens his mouth to allow more oxygen to get to his deprived lungs, and I seize the opportunity. Wasting no time, I swoop down and take Sasuke's erection into my mouth, instantly deep-throating him, and humming.
All those moans that Sasuke had been surpressing come rushing out into the open, and his whole body, probably stiff from holding so still for so long, starts writhing beneath me. His pelvis try to jerk up, but I hold it down with a hand on either of his hips.
"Mmm, God, Naruto…" Sasuke groans. His legs strain against the bindings as they try to move, to pull closer to his exposed body, but it's futile, and I find myself smirking around the throbbing organ in my mouth. I suck at Sasuke's shaft as I watch a pink flush slowly creep up his body. I carefully run my teeth along the underside of his member, loving how Sasuke just squirms and moans, and tries to move, but can't. I love the feeling of utter control that I have, like I can do anything I want. Which, I realize, I can. I can do absolutely anything that I want right now, and Sasuke could try to reject it all he wants, but in the end, this thing is going to happen my way – no highway option.
Of course, I have to consider the fact that Sasuke may or may not talk to me ever again in my entire life I do anything too drastic. Sure, he did tie himself to my bed, but there's no guarantee that it'll happen again, or that it won't, and the last thing that I want is to scare Sasuke away. Although, judging by the look he's giving me now, he's not going to care what I do to him, as long as I can make it up to him. Which I can deifinitely do, without a doubt.
I give one final, slow lick before pulling away.
"Naruto…" Sasuke sighs before I enclose his lips with mine. This time, though, he responds readily.
"I knew you couldn't resist a blowjob," I say as we pull away- or I do, seeing as Sasuke has nowhere to go.
"Like you couldn't," Sasuke says.
"Is that a challenge?" I'm up for it- no reason to let a perfectly good (because I'm sure it'll be good. Sasuke isn't one to disappoint) blowjob.
"If you untie me, I could show you how it's really done," Sasuke says, a husky tone braided into his already sexy voice. It's all I can do to shake my head instead of untie him and let him suck me off.
"No, I don't think so. I'll keep that in mind for next time, though."
"There may not be a next time if you don't untie me," Sasuke growls, dropping the seductive act.
I tsk at him before kissing him again. "I'll make it worth it," I tell him.
He seems to struggle with his words for a moment before saying, "Naruto," in the most dangerous voice I've ever heard. God, if I get any harder, I'm going to become unconscious from lack of blood to my brain.
"Sasuke, please. I want this so bad…" I tell him, barely a whisper in his ear. "To be in control, to be on top of you. Just tonight. Just this once. You don't ever have to do it again, I swear. Just this once for me, Sasuke, please." I beg him in between kisses to his neck.
I can feel his body shaking beneath me, and I know I've got him wrapped around my finger. All he has to do is say it. Just that one word.
"Alright," he finally responds. It's so quiet that I have to strain to hear it.
"Thank you," I say, kissing him softly- intimately. He closes his eyes and kisses back so gently that I find the pressure moving to the back of my eyes.
This is Sasuke. I'm with Sasuke. Finally, after so long, he's here, and he's all mine. No doubts, no wondering. We're together, and we will always be together. And this kiss is telling me all of this, because it's soft and gentle and more inimate that we've ever been. This one kiss is better than all the sex in the world, and I find myself feeling guilty. Sasuke should have a say in this, too. Sure, he agreed, but still…
Reluctantly, I pull away, and Sasuke's eyes open, a puzzled glint in their midnight depths. A question is written on his face until I open my mouth and ask, "Where's the key?" For a moment, the confusion lingers on his pale features, but then understanding morphs them.
"By your sterio, but Naruto-"
"No. I want to." I hastily find the key and then return to Sasuke, who, despite what he said, is obviously very happy. But why wouldn't he be?
With a lot of clinking and a thunk, the handcuffs hit the floor behind my bed. Sasuke rubs his wrists, decorated with angry, red marks from him struggling, while I untie his feet, which have also been abused more than they really should have been. Now I feel extremely guilty, because that was probably the reason Sasuke wanted free- not to deny me my fantasy, but because it was actually hurting him.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so selfish."
"It was my idea."
"But-"
"If you're so upset about it, make it up to me," Sasuke says, wasting no time in leaning forward, grabbing me by the shoulders, and pulling me on top of him. I bring a hand up to stroke his face gently.
"I really am sorry."
"Enough with the apologizes, already. You're forgiven. What else do you want me to say to make you forget about it?"
"You don't have to say anything," I say, stealing his lips for another affectionate kiss. Sasuke entwines a hand in my hair while the other wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
My hand, the one that was stroking his face, cups his cheek. The other slides behind his head to pull him that much closer, and I can't help but think: This is the best thing ever. And it really is. Nothing can compare to the butterflies building steadily in my chest, clogging my heart with new fantasies- dreams of spending the rest of my life like this, with Sasuke.
Suddenly, the butterflies need a way to escape, and that familiar-yet-distant pressure builds behind my eyes again, causing me to pull away from Sasuke and bury my face in his shoulder.
"Naruto? Are you okay?"
"No," I answer. No need to beat around the bush. Not with Sasuke.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I… Sasuke, I think I'm in love with you," I say, and as soon as it's out, the butterflies are all released in the form of hot, salty tears. They seem to be racing to see who can hit Sasuke's chest the fastest, because there's an ungodly stream of tears streaking down my cheeks.
Sasuke is quiet for a moment, seemingly awestruck, before he shifts his arms to hug me. One of his slender hands starts running through my hair and he leans down to kiss me on the head.
"Is that really such a bad thing?" he asks, trying to sound playfull although I can hear the slightly worried undertone. I suppose normal people don't cry why they tell people they love them. I can see how that would seem scary for the loved one.
"No. It's… I can't explain it."
"You don't have to say anything," Sasuke tells me, and I believe him. I trust him.
A few moments later, I take a deep breath and will myself to relax, just realizing that we're both still hard.
"I should get a move on with making it up to you, huh?" I ask, wiping my face with my hand, a shit-eating grin overtaking my face.
"You don't have to, if you don't want," Sasuke brushes a rebellious piece of blonde hair from my face. I know by the gleam in his eye that he wants me to continue.
"If I don't want to?" I give him an "are you serious?" eyebrow raise before pushing him back on the bed. While he's watching, I slowly take off my boxers, loving it when Sasuke's eyes follow the motion with hungry anticipation. I love making Sasuke squirm. I love making Sasuke feel good. I love Sasuke. I mean, it has to be love when I feel like I'm going to explode (not in the perverted way… Well, okay, that way too…) every time I imagine his face, his voice, even his name. I'd almost consider it unhealthy how my heartbeat gets all eratic every time I see him, or smell him, or taste him.
Without warning, I find myself on my back, my head cushioned by my pillow- a pillow that now has Sasuke's scent all over it. I breath extra deeply, just to be sure I've met my smell-Sasuke's-deliciousness quota.
"I did promise you I'd show you how it's really done, did I not?"
"I believe you did," I say, watching as Sasuke smirks and bends over me. At first, he just breathes on my erection, making my toes curl in expectancy. I let my head fall back and shut my eyes, unable to watch. However, I can tell Sasuke is smirking. I don't know how, but I can.
"Get on with it," I say, just as Sasuke's tongue makes contact with the very tip of my manhood. My voice cracks just the slightest. Sasuke teases the tip for a few torturously long moments before he gives a hearty lick to the bottom of my shaft. By now, I'm fisting the sheets, trying to hang on for the ride, as it would seem.
I gasp involuntarily when Sasuke scrapes his teeth down the entire lenth of me. It feels so good that it's very nearly painful.
"Can you hang on, or should I stop, Naruto?" Sasuke asks, obviously noticing how tense I'm becoming. I can't imagine him stopping. It wouldn't be fair. I'm so close.
"Don't stop. Please keep going…" I pant. My knuckles are white despite my tan, and all my efforts are being flung into two things. One being keeping myself from fucking Sasuke's mouth, and the other being not coming too early.
"Alright. But if you come too early, it's not my fault," Sasuke says.
I give a start as Sasuke nips my erection harder than is entirely necessary, but then he's soothing it with that adept tongue of his. And not just his tongue, but his entire mouth. The feel of the inside of his cheek against me is almost more than I can stand, and my self-control snaps as I thrust unabashedly into Sasuke's mouth. His eyes go wide as he gags and pulls away, and I instantly regret my colapse in control. He glares at me heatedly.
"You should have… expected it," I heave.
"You should have more control," he tells me before stradling my upper thighs. I sit up and kiss him. It's just another thing I have to try to make up for.
While Sasuke is keeping me distracted, I don't realize that he's lining himself up to my erection. (He's such a subtle bastard.) That is, I don't realize it until he's impaled himself on my length, not once breaking the kiss.
I choke. He is so incredibly hot and tight, especially without preparation. I'll have to ask Sasuke about it later, but for now, the thought slips my mind entirely, much like sand through fingers.
"God, Sasuke," I groan, my eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure and heat. I barely register Sasuke's hands gripping my shoulders so hard that there's bound to be bruises. Sasuke is quiet, though. I can feel his thighs quivering with… something—pleasure? pain? effort?—on either side of me, and it just heightens the experience.
I have to close my eyes before they try to invert themselves from the bliss, and my head automatically leans back. I think my heart may be imploding, it's beating so incredibly hard. My erection, buried deep inside Sasuke, who still isn't moving, is throbbing in time to my heart's music, as well.
Then, suddenly, the feeling is gone. The fire, the pleasure, the tightness—all of it, gone.
All I can hear is Sasuke's hiss of either pleasure or pain as he once again impales himself. I see nothing because white-hot ecstasy blinds me. My hands find Sasuke's hips, though, and pull him down even harder. The only noise he lets out is a simple, "Ah!" I don't know if that's good or bad, and at the moment, I'm too elated with euphoria to care. Everything seems to be melting—it's far too hot in my room, despite the open window and the fan on over my bed.
I could die like this... I think as Sasuke once again lifts himself before sinking down, harder this time. My hands continue to pull him down, and he releases a different sound this time, once that's more of a moan spliced with a slight groan of pain (maybe my pulling down is too much?). But I'm beyond control. I can't help myself. If Sasuke takes much longer, I'm going to have to just flip him over and have my way with him. If I don't pass out first, because I'm sure there's not enough blood in my body for this, and slipping into cardiac arrest doesn't seem like it would be helpful, either.
Once again, Sasuke comes down on me, and my eyelids flutter.
"Naruto," he groans, and my chest seizes as my breathing hitchs for a few extended moments.
"Sasuke… Oh, God, Sasuke, please…" I don't even know what I'm saying, but I'm nearly frantic to convey… something. I'm not entirely sure what, but one thing's for sure: Sasuke needs to keep going. If he stops, I'll just die—I know it.
Once more and my head is sent into a spiral of bliss. I can no longer support myself. I feel the cool matress hit my back before I register that I'm lying down. Sasuke's hands insantly find my tan, muscled chest, using it for support to once again lift himself. I can hear his labored breathing as he slips back onto me, his fingers scraping down my chest to my stomach, which is contracting spazmatically every time Sasuke so much as twitches. I can feel everything, it seems like—his heart beating rapidly, his lungs expanding and compressing, his mind whirling through a haze of jumbled words that come spilling out every time he shifts.
"Naruto…" he says again as he slides onto me, the motion smooth and deep and just perfection in every way. I don't know when my hands moved to grip Sasuke's thighs, but there they are, without a doubt leaving bruises there as well.
"Sasuke, harder," I demand, mind completely foggy. I'm not thinking about Sasuke now, although I should be. I'm revolving around my own selfish wants and needs, which include hitting my climax ASAP.
Sasuke complies, letting himself sink down with a less controlled speed. "Nnn," he groans, and I find myself raising my hips in a desperate attemt to create more friction faster.
"Again," I hiss. Once again, Sasuke obeys without delay, but this time, as he's coming down, my hips are going up to meet him, and the result is ten times better than before. Hot shock waves ripple up and down my spine as I arch like the whore I now know I really must be.
However, although I do catch Sasuke's slight flinch from me going too deep, I don't care to try and stop it from happening again. I know it's wrong to not give a shit about all of this stuff at the moment, but I can't help it. It's sex versus everything else, and so far, sex is outweighing the rest by far.
"Faster." I can barely recognize my own voice through the sheer gruff, commanding tone I've somehow acquired.
"Naruto… I can't…" Sasuke says, sounding like a little kid that dropped his brand new ice cream cone onto the dirty cement. He sounds disappointed, and desperate.
I grunt as I flip around our positions in a way that I never knew was possible. It takes only a split second before I'm pounding into Sasuke, not taking it easy, not wondering how he's doing without preparation, and not bothering to do anything but focus on the unsteady, erratic thrusting. I do take note of how much I love the way Sasuke's body reforms to accommodate me after every thrust, but it's just another thought whizzing by in the vortex that is now my mind.
Every time I hit Sasuke's prostate, his entire body shudders, the shivers rippling through him and into me like an electric current. It feels so damn good! I don't know if I've ever even dreamed about this kind of thing in my most wild, fantastical dreams.
Finally, I get the sense of mind to remember that Sasuke will come faster if I pump his erection while I plunge into him mercilessly, and the faster he comes, the faster I will. It's now my own personal goal to feel that ring of muscle clamping around me, milking me for all I'm worth.
And, in all honesty, it doesn't take very long. A few more thrusts, squeezes, and strokes, and Sasuke is there, toppling over the edge as he screams my name until his throat is even more hoarse than it was. And there's that feeling- the pulling and contracting and just plain orgasmic feeling that I've been waiting for. Jjust like I thought, it's the key to my climax, causing me to tumble over that cliff right on Sasuke's heels.
Without a doubt, it's the hardest ejaculation I think I'll ever have, and I don't pull out of Sasuke again until I'm sure everything is absolutely finished.
Both of us are breathing so hard that I fear there's not enough oxygen in the room for the two of us, even with the window open.
Finally, I have the air capabilities to ask, "Where did you learn to have sex like that?" After all, it hadn't been my idea for Sasuke to ride me more than half the time.
"So you liked it?" Sasuke asks, although I'm sure he's only asking because he knows the answer.
"Loved it. But why didn't you wait for the lube and stuff?" I ask, finally being able to call together my former-brain-now-pile-of-mush to form coherent thoughts.
"Why? It's not like I need it all that much," Sasuke answers, and I can't argue with that. I'm not implying that he's a whore (okay, just a little, though), but he's definitely not a virgin.
"So you're okay?"
"It's funny that you ask now, because you didn't seem to give a flying fuck earlier."
"Like you did! You were the one riding me, if I may remind you."
"True enough." Sasuke is quiet for a moment, and we both turn t.o face each other, still glowing from the after-math of our crazy sex.
"You're seriously okay?" I ask, making sure my concern is everywhere- in my voice, on my face, and in my actions.
"I'll live. I've been through worse."
"It'll hurt tomorrow, then?"
"No preparation and being fucked like that? Hell yeah, it'll hurt."
"I'm sorry," I say, feeling like I've said the words so many times that they hold no meaning.
"Quit apologizing, already. I told you, I'm fine."
"No, you said you'd live. There's a huge difference."
"If I'll live, then I'm fine. They're the same thing."
"No, they're not!"
"Naruto, I don't want to argue about it. I'll live. I'm fine. Now go to sleep, because you're getting up early to make me breakfast in the morning."
"But-!" I try to protest.
"Shh," Sasuke shushs quietly, scooting closer to snuggle into my side. I hush up and wrap an arm around him protectively before realizing he's already asleep. That was fast, I think to myself.
Silently, I offer a prayer up thanking whatever diety possibly led me to Sasuke, and asking them to stay by my side, just like I'll stay by Sasuke's.
A/N: So, in case anyone's curious, you've just read 9 ½ pages (10 by the end of this author's note). I'm pretty sure that's the longest lemon I'll ever write. It took forever, yes, but it's nearly double what you usually get, so you'd better not complain in your reviews.
But, seriously, tell me what the hell's what the hell (aka- what you thought). You won't hurt my feelings, I promise.
Oh, I almost forgot: The song at the beginning is either Oops or Oh My (can't remember which) by Tweet. If you want to listen to it, it's okay. It's definitely not my fave, but it worked here, and kind of set the mood for the first part of the chapter (obviously).
One more chapter of Paragon left, in which (with any luck) we'll be finding out about Naruto's past and stuff like that. (I'm still accepting ideas!)
My spell checker guy was broken for this entire chapter, so I reread the whole thing a few extra times. I'm sorry if I missed anything, but I'm not quite as good at spelling as my computer is. I hope it turned out okay anyways.
Last thing: I hope everyone had an awesome 4th of July (assuming you celebrate it).
