Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

In love with a sinner

AN: Hello! This is a one-shot Agni wrote as a gift to Starsofyaoi.

Warnings: This is yaoi with M-preg so if you don't like it, don't read. Sasuke fans will probably not like this fic. Don't get me wrong, I didn't bash him, he just goes through a lot in this fic.

Pairings: Ita/Naru of course. There are hints of Sasu/Naru.

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They say that when one is starving, they forget everything but their hunger.

They forget honor, pride, sanity, rationality and logic.

All they remember is the phantom pain in their stomach that slowly drives them insane.

When that painful hunger strikes, one cannot help but take what is offered.

As they say, beggars can't be choosers.

Naruto wondered sometimes that whether the hunger for love was the same. Whether the need for attention and affection was just as blinding at that hunger for food?

That would certainly explain his actions.

After all, man was a social animal. He needed attention, respect, affection, security and most of all, he needed love. He needed all those things to hold onto his sanity.

Because if he didn't have them that inky darkness caused by solitude would consume him and destroy him.

Sometimes he wondered why having friends was never enough. Why was it essential to have a family? Why was it so essential to have some who shared the same blood and the same name to make him feel less alone, less abandoned?

Of course, there were no answers to those questions for a person like him, a person who didn't know the meaning of love, safety and belonging. The whole concept of family was alien to him. He didn't understand it because he never had it.

He was starving. He was hungry for love no matter where it came from.

Uchiha Itachi wasn't someone who would let that opportunity pass.

The man whose name was synonymous with Satan proved to be his savior. He became his lifeline. Naruto couldn't help but submit to the pleasure that beautiful body gave him for he was starving. Those chilling hands chased away the emptiness; those thin lips brushed away his invisible tears. That agony of being loved by Itachi was as sweet to him as aged wine.

It didn't matter that he slept with the enemy because for a moment Itachi was the only one who quelled his hunger.

He didn't know when that need turned into want, when that want became desire and when that desire morphed into love.

He didn't know and he didn't care.

He had become a slave to that man's caresses, letting Itachi dominate him, letting him relish the fact that he had the vessel of the mighty Kyuubi dancing to his tune. After so many years of living a life as barren as a desert, Naruto was tired.

He could list down various reasons to hate the man that was now standing in front of him. From his bloodstained finger to those hollow eyes, Itachi was covered from head to toe in sin. Yet Naruto couldn't bring himself to hate him. Not when his heart still ached for Itachi's touch.

"The Uchiha line will not continue Naruto-kun." He spoke, that delicious voice was so bland, so monotonous. His eyes shifted just a little to look at the bundle in his arms.

Naruto looked down at the precious cargo cradled in his embrace. A small child with inky black hair and glorious blue eyes looked back at him. He understood what Itachi meant. He understood what the missing-nin was here for.