Sinful Addiction

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Warning: Shounen-ai/Yaoi. Incest. If you find that disturbing, I suggest you leave this page immediately. You've been warned, so don't flame me about that.

Note: Thank you everyone for reading this story, especially the reviewers. So far, we've finally reached this final chapter. Here it is. Part POV. Itachi's. (Written in Italic.)

Chapter XII: Shameless Sinners

I sigh, looking up from my book. The pallid curtain rustles lightly, swerving when touched by the invisible fingers of the whistling wind. In this grave hour of darkness, looking through the window, there's no source of light saves for the pale face that is the moon. For a long moment, I watch the silver slivers play across the reflective surface of the still lake, where only those fallen sakura petals cause small circles of ripples. It's a night like this that always reminds me of that night. It has been almost a year now...

Itachi smirked as he saw the red tinge graze his brother's porcelain cheeks. He could kiss the boy here and now if he chose to. It was something he had wanted for a long time. It was sinful and forbidden yet so tempting. But what would Sasuke think of him, he wondered. Finally, the older Uchiha made his decision. He leaned in closer to his little brother…

I chose not to kiss those sweet lips I never stop yearning for.

Night breeze blew across the area, plucking more of those heart-shaped sakura petals into the water. "It's past your bedtime already, little one." Itachi whispered into the younger boy's ear, picking away the pink petal that happened to fall onto his brother's soft hair. Before Sasuke could say or do anything, he gathered the younger Uchiha in his arms--one arm going behind his back and the other underneath his bent legs. So easily as if the boy in his arms weighed nothing.

My decision might have been otherwise if I had known what was to happen later. If only I had known...

I half-heartedly brush the long dark bang that veils one of my eyes, one of my hand strays down to the left side of my stomach. Even with the fabric of the shirt I wear, I can still feel it. The long trace of scar I've been baring for almost a year now. Deep and red, it was at first. Blood didn't stop running down the long gash. It could be fatal. Yet I admire it...

I deserve it.

The sins I've started five years back from now. Yet for me, those time feel like eternity being enslaved by a fear that I used to hide behind my emotionless mask. I feared that my sinful pain might never end. Since when did this forbidden feeling that caused everything, every suffering, every pain start? I can't really tell and I don't care, for time doesn't matter. From what I've done, from the sins I've committed--the sins that no matter how many years have passed, it's still there and will remain there till the end of my life...and his.

The bane will come and take away our sinful souls. Death, I fear not, for it's the only thing I've been waiting for all those years of emptiness and hidden suffering. He always says he never regrets it. He always says he wants to be with me wherever I go--in life and in death, in heaven, in hell or even in nothingness.

The little boy tightened his grip around his older brother's arm, denying stubbornly to let go. "No, Aniki! I want to be with you!" He didn't want to let go because if he did, he feared his older brother might leave for somewhere he didn't know again.

I never doubt his words but I can't help feeling guilty.

"I love you." The same sentence from the same person to the same person. How could its meaning be so different over years?

I trace the long scar absent-mindedly, my eyes looking straight ahead but what I am viewing in my eyes isn't the beautiful scenery before. They're replaying the day I got my punishment.

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Small, delicate arms encircled themselves around Itachi's broad shoulders. Deep obsidian eyes closed as he breathed in the faint spicy yet sweet scent that was solely his older brother's. "We're going to be late." Sasuke uttered softly, reaching for Itachi's hand. The older Uchiha took his little brother's smaller hand to his lips, kissing every tip of the fingers lightly.

"...Itachi." Sasuke's voice held that of a gentle warning tone. "We're going to be late." He said again.

"I know." Itachi said, standing up from his wooden chair. "Are you joining?"

"No. I've already bathed." said Sasuke, handing his lover a towel. "And that will make us even later than Kakashi-sensei." The younger boy then went to the closet and took out two of their traditional kimono. They hadn't been worn for quite long but they were still in their good if not best condition. The fabrics were expensive and the kimono themselves were delicately weaved by their own mother. After all these years, they still looked as new as they were before. Years passed but things in their house didn't change as much as the people living there did. Sasuke now had grown up so tall that he couldn't wear his own kimono anymore. He would have to take Itachi's instead like Itachi would have their father's.

Things did changed.

As soon as Sasuke finished dressing himself, Itachi had come out of the bathroom, towel covering the lower part of his body. His midnight-black hair was dripping wet, clinging to his face and neck. Droplets of water on his ivory skin glittered when the light in the room bounced on. Yet the scar could be seen so clearly, marring the flawless beauty of his skin. There, on the left of his stomach. Sasuke frowned, his eyes never leaving the scar as Itachi started toweling himself dry.

It's my fault...

He should have controlled himself. He should have controlled the cursed seal...the symbol that marked his hatred and reminded him of Orochimaru. He hated it. Hated it with much more hatefulness than before, hated it with all of his being, for it almost take Itachi's life. His only family, his only brother...his love.

The psychotic sennin had escaped. The majority of the village believed that he was dead but Sasuke was certain the man was still alive, waiting and watching somewhere from afar for the appropriate moment to strike. Sooner or later, he was going to be back. The young Uchiha never doubted the man's last word before he disappeared with the returning of winter snow...

"I will be back, Sasuke-kun. As long as you still bare that hatred in your heart..." said the snake-like man, blood trickling down the twisted corner of his lips. "You know what I mean." The ground shook violently and emerged from the floor, right under Orochimaru's feet, was a gigantic snake, on which head the psychotic sennin rode off in to the distance, soon disappearing from the sight, leaving long trail of his foul blood on the whitish ground.

"You know what I mean." That, Sasuke knew. Even though he tried to deny it, shutting it away, he knew Orochimaru was right. The pain of loss, the suffering of being alone for all those lonely years of untrusting, the devastating seed of hatred that was planted deep inside him and grew now as tall as a pine tree--a tall tree that wasn't easy to take down or simply ignore... all could never fade. All could never be washed away so easily like those footprints on the golden sand.

"Let me brush your hair." said the younger Uchiha quietly, grabbing the wooden comb from the dresser.

As he ran the comb along the length of the finest black silk that was Itachi's hair, Sasuke couldn't stop wondering what might have happened had Naruto didn't come and stop him back then. He might have...have...

The stroke of the comb stopped.

"Sasuke?" The older Uchiha turned to look at his lover questioningly.

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I hate it whenever I see that expression on his face. It makes me hate myself even more. Every sorrow, pain and suffering, all started with only one person's selfishness. He says he loves me and I know he does but I also know that the seed of hatefulness I have planted in him has now grown so tall in height that one can't reach or cut it down so easily. I doubt not that somewhere, in some part of his heart, mind and soul, he still hates me. Hates me with all the hatefulness I told him to live up with.

His hand traces the scar on the left of my stomach. Light and tender like a butterfly touch, the gesture is. Like a teasing that will lead to something much more if I don't know better.

"It's my fault." He fears to touch it. The evidence of my blood that he had shed. The same blood as his.

I shed my family's blood and he shed mine. We both shed our family's blood. Maybe we're not that much different from each other...

"I'm sorry." I've heard that so many times before and I never stop wanting to tell him that the one to blame isn't him but me.

We're both now unforgivable sinners.

I take him in my arms and kiss him, devouring those enticing lips hungrily like there is no tomorrow, wanting to feel everything that is him inside that wet warm cavernous mouth. What is so important of tomorrow now that we're here and I don't have to go anywhere again. Some might say there's no place in this world for those who defy god.

Like I care.

He drops the comb, hooking his arms around my neck, favoring me back with that sharp tongue and those intoxicating lips I adore. Our eyes lock. I don't close them. He doesn't close them. We're definitely aware of whom we're kissing.

Shameless sinners. That's what we are.

I slowly lower him to the floor, his rich kimono, which was once mine, rustles softly and fans out gracefully in all its gorgeousness, matching its wearer. I pause a minute of our precious time to appreciate the beautiful sight lying on the floor beneath me. We've been together for quite a year now but he never stops surprising me by blushing hotly as if he's still an untouched virgin. Not that I object. In fact, I kind of like the sight of him blushing. It really means something due to the cold nature he has adopted for all those years of distancing himself away from people.

I really like it.

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Smiling slightly yet a bit predatory, the older Uchiha leant down and kissed his brother again, undoing the boy's sash with one hand. Sasuke moaned into his mouth and reached his hands up to feel Itachi's well-built chest. Soft yet powerful, lean and beautiful yet not fragile. The strange yet perfect combination that was his older brother he found so difficult taking an eye off. Sasuke could feel his kimono being parted leisurely as the sash was removed. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, enjoying the contact.

The hatred has caused the deep wound. Though it cannot be healed completely, it is healed. It will continue to heal until the wound remains only a non-bleeding scar. Like the one I've caused you. The evidence is there. The sin is there. But you're not bleeding. That's what I believe. Some part of me may continue to hate you but as time passes by, the hatred, though doesn't fade, will become less and less spiteful until it is nothing but a reminding scar.

"We're both sinners, Itachi. You and I, we're the same." The younger boy whispered huskily as his brother tortured him with his skillful tongue and lips, nibbling here and there...

"Hey! Sasuke! Itachi! What are you doing in there!?" A familiar voice yelled from outside their house. "Sas-uke, move your lazy ass already! Everyone's waiting!"

That dobe... Sasuke made a face and a mental note to himself also to kick Naruto's sorry ass later. Yes, later... He stole Itachi a quick kiss on the lips before pushing the older boy off of him and standing up, straightening his disheveled kimono.

The Hokage wannabe tapped his foot impatiently as he stood before the Uchihas' front door while yelling loudly: "Hey, did you hear me!? I said-"

"Move my lazy ass, huh?" The door slid open and Naruto stopped yelling immediately at the sight of a very pissed Sasuke, scowling and giving him 'that' evil Uchiha glare. "I think I'd prefer kick your sorry ass, dobe."

"Geez... Sasuke, you're as tight as ever. I think I'd better go talk to your brother about how he-OWW!" The blond boy cried out as Sasuke kicked him in the shin.

"Shut. Up." said the Uchiha boy.

"God be damned but I swear I like you better with the amnesia." Just when he was about to get kick again, Itachi came out dressed fully in black and red kimono suit. The color reminded the two boys of the cloak Itachi used to wear when he still worked for the Akatsuki.

Bang. Bang.

Fireworks were fired and exploded into many, many colorful shade in the dark sky illuminated once only by the waxing crescent moon. Seeing them, appreciating its beauty for a while, Naruto then realized the reason why he was there. "Let's go now. We're later than Kakashi-sensei already."

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As we stride through the backyard, my eyes scan the area around. The scenery is nothing different from the year before. The crystal surface of the lake... the faint sweet scent of those pink sakura petals... the boulder where he used to fall on...

Yet there are two things that change. Completely.

I can see the reflection of the starless sky in the lake. A year before there was only the cold moon lighting everything with its silver sliver. Now it isn't only the pale moon but also the cheerful fireworks singing their lively song and happily painting the once gloomy sky with different shades.

I can feel the rim of those slightly damp grass blades prick against my feet as I walk. All of a sudden I halt, my gaze darting toward the boulder standing lonely yet proudly in the lake.

I can see myself and him on that large boulder in the middle of the dark water, our faces so close like a prelude to a kiss. It's like replaying a memory. Yet I didn't kiss him back then, for I feared of conviction of the sins that was about to happen. And so I made my decision, letting him go that night.

"Itachi?" He turns with a soft whish when he doesn't hear my footstep. Obsidian eyes gaze at me questioningly as if to ask if something's wrong.

Something was wrong when I committed the first most sinful sin.

"Foolish little brother, you're not worth killing. Hate me. Live your shitty life, become stronger and avenge the clan if you can." ...Maybe the real fool is me.

Something was wrong when I chose the wrong option.

"Forgive me, Sasuke." I let you go. I didn't know you were suffering more until the day Kakashi came and told me that you lost all of your memories.

...Yet...

"Ita-" Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise as Itachi grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

Nothing is wrong now. Wrong maybe to the others' standard but never wrong for me.

The younger boy relaxed the second later and leant into the mind-blowing kiss, following the flow of the rhythm with ease.

And you.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

For we are shameless sinners.

More fireworks brightened the starless night, welcoming the new season with all their splendor. Though it wasn't as bright as the day but this hour of the night, they found grave and gloomy no more.

And I will never let you go again.

Naruto turned when the two Uchiha's footstep ceased. He then met with a magnificent sight of two beautiful raven haired-boys kissing under a flowering cherry blossom tree, above which the night sky was painted with many vivacious colors. He smiled widely, letting the two Uchiha enjoy themselves for a while before calling again:

"Come now. I don't want to be yelled at by Sakura-chan and other girls when we arrive there an hour late."

For once, the stubborn ice block and his indifferent brother did just what the enthusiastic dobe said.

We never ask for forgiveness, for we are shameless of what we've done. The sweet sin we share are sweeter than any ambrosia that it is addicting. That's why we call it: Sinful Addiction.

The fireworks lit up the black night sky again as three figures made their ways toward the thick gathering of grasses, bushes and tall trees...toward the place where everyone was waiting.

Sinful Addiction

Fin

I've never thought this day would come. But hell yeah! I've finished this story and it's the longest story I've ever written! After reading twelve chapters of incest, I hope none of you ever try this in real life. ((sweatdrop)) Just kidding. I know you know what's right and what's wrong. You're old enough. (Not that I know all of you.) I too have siblings but as I am writing this, I can proudly say that I've none of incestuous idea involving them. Of course, my name isn't Itachi and theirs weren't Sasuke, so... Well, those two are a special yet drool-worthy exception, I suppose.

Anyway, since this story is finished, I beg you one last time for the REVIEW!

'til next story. Byex2.

Oh, I know it's too late to say this but Happy Birthday, dear Itachi! Hmm...maybe I should send him a ribbon strapped Sasuke. ((grin evilly))