A/N: Here's the chapter that I hope everyone has been waiting for. As you can tell my the chapter name, stuff's gonna be going down.

Summary: "Haven't you ever seen a devil in disguise before?" she asked coldly."I've seen an angel drawn to the dark side," he smirked, weaving his fingers through her hair. "Or if anything... a devil redeemed."

Disclaimer: Inspiration comes from Dante's Inferno. Special thanks to my beta comewhatmay.x who aassured me it was carnal enough. And check out The Very Last Valkyrie's page where she made a promo pic for The Lustful. It's pretty awesome. http : / / s575 . photobucket . com / albums / ss 200 / jasper in my room / ? action = view & current = Circle 2 . jpg. Just remove the spaces.


Love, which in the gentlest hearts will soonest bloom

seized my lover with passion for that sweet body

from which I was torn unshriven to my doom.

-The Inferno

His entire life, he had been a blind man. He had fumbled through the darkness, unsure of where he was supposed to be, or what he was supposed to do. But it was clear now—as clear as the heat surrounding him and the blinding lights blurring his vision. Sitting on a familiar looking couch, he couldn't exactly understand how he had come to be there. But she was looking at him. She wasn't turning away.

And for some reason, that pleased him more than anything.

"Do you like looking at me?"

Her voice was soft and taunting, and he had to wonder as to how he could hear it above the undulating music. But there she was, her movements subtle and sensual, and he truly had to think before he spoke, because he couldn't absorb any meaning besides the fact that she was looking at him with those eyes of hers.

The very fact that he couldn't look away was answer enough.

"Do you want to do more than look?" she asked. The lights hit her body as she moved and he felt a sensory overload at everything that was happening around him.

Her hand slid down the zipper at her side and he could finally see her lace slip underneath. Shimmering oyster silk, trimmed in beaded white lace, and he found himself rising to his feet.

Like he even had the free will to deny her.

"Don't get up," she said, holding her hand up. Her heels finally clicked down the final step of the stage to reach him. "You didn't answer me."

He tried reaching her, but felt himself halting, remembering the last time he did.

"Yes," he answered. "I did."

"You don't have anymore questions?" she smirked. "You were so talkative before."

"I prefer to talk after," Chuck husked, feeling more himself than ever.

"After what?" she goaded. Before he could reply, she pushed on his chest, causing him to collapse back on the couch. "Are you sure you're ready for me?"

"If I'm ready?" he laughed.

"You really don't heed warnings, do you?" she asked.

"I find them encouraging."

"That's the problem."

She leaned forward, bracing her hand on his shoulder so he could slide his hand over her stocking-clad thigh. Fabric separated them, and he was afraid of what would happen if he could feel her heated flesh again.

"And you were so fearless before," she commented.

He knew what she was doing, but he didn't know why. He still didn't know anything more than he had since the earth was shaken to its core. But as she hovered before him, he found that he truly didn't care.

His hand clasped around her throat, forcing her to kiss him. There was a slight tremor between them, making him feel triumphant.

Before everything exploded.

"Did you sleep with her, huh?"

"Look could we talk about this without your hands around my neck?"

"You son of a bitch, I could kill you right now."

Chuck sputtered, releasing his own hold on her neck as she broke away. He felt blinded and scalded, unsure of where he was. But the flashes were coming at such a rapid pace, he couldn't be aware of anything but what was searing behind his eyelids.

"Is Gossip Girl right about you being a coward?"

"That's not true and you know it."

He felt indignant anger flaring through him at the sight of that girl in opposite colors, and tears in her eyes. It was anger he didn't recognize. It was anger he couldn't understand while she was crying at him.

"Chuck Bass, I love you. I love you so much, it consumes me. I love you. And I know you love me too. Tell me you love me."

His head began to throb painfully and he felt his legs begin to weaken and give out. The broken dark beauty was replaced with the light one, but she wore a condescending scowl. And nothing made sense anymore.

And he had a feeling that nothing would again.

"I destroyed the only thing I ever loved."

And then it all faded away. She was sitting next to him, analyzing him with eyes that went leagues beneath the surface.

"Do you understand now?" she asked quietly.

Chuck just stared.

"I didn't think so," Blair sighed. But she didn't look defeated at the prospect, and it was that glint in her eyes that frightened him.

"I don't want to feel that way," Chuck said slowly.

"But that's why you're here, precious" Blair answered, "with me."

"I like it here with you."

"You really have an absence of morality," Blair said, "don't you?"

"You make me forget about it," he said truthfully.

"You have no idea how much trouble you get yourself into," Blair said.

"You make me want to."

His hand curled around the curve of her jaw, ignoring the burning sensation that threatened to spill unfamiliar images into his head.

"You should embrace it," she advised. But he ignored all of it, crushing his lips against hers. Her nails broke through his shirt, forcing him to pull away from her. He gazed down at her and he knew that the way her eyes were closed, he should be afraid. Her lids eased open slowly and he knew why.

He knew that this time, he didn't imagine it. At a first glance it could have just been confused with blood shot eyes. But he knew it this time. He knew as the whites of her eyes turned a disconcerting red.

He didn't pull away.

"Your eyes..." Chuck murmured, stroking her cheek. She pushed him away, sitting up straight against the couch.

"Haven't you ever seen a devil in disguise before?" she asked coldly.

"I've seen an angel drawn to the dark side," he smirked, weaving his fingers through her hair. "Or if anything... a devil redeemed."

"Don't romanticize this," she said, brushing his hands away. "Don't glamorize this."

"You're beautiful."

"You need to see what is right in front of you," Blair said. "You need to understand."

"You're beautiful."

He had a feeling that he was letting her down, but everything fell away. His hands were seemingly magnetized to her body and she relented. Fingers ripped clothing from heated flesh and he sent everything from the table in front of them crashing to the ground.

He pushed her across it, lying across her, her slip soft beneath his fingers. Her red eyes bore right through him and he should have known. He should have understood, but he just couldn't. Because she was feverish and exquisite and it felt like he was the first person ever to push his way inside of her.

He panted against her neck, closing his eyes against the grinding pleasure she was bringing him towards. It wasn't something he had ever experienced. Because he didn't feel just one woman, just one time. He felt every single second of pleasure he had ever felt in his entire life. Pleasures that he didn't even remember happening.

You were amazing up there.

On me you could be so much more.

You want me to tell him how you slept with me and then faked your virginity for him?

What names does he call you when you make love? Where does he put his hands...

If you thought that was long you have no idea what you're in for.

She did state something to the effect that he didn't quite satisfy her like I used to.

Chuck felt his muscles begin to clench uncontrollably, and he couldn't help himself as he bit into her shoulder.

Where does he put his hands...

"Oh, god."

It wasn't her who said it, but him. It was him that felt something that he never had in his life. It was him who was moaning and thrashing and shaking. She done nothing, and yet, he had never been more satisfied in his life.

"Not exactly."

Chuck exhaled as she slid out from beneath him, pulling her slip back into place as though nothing had transpired between them. She straightened her hair pristinely, and he never would have thought he had touched her at all.

"What did I tell you?"

Chuck looked up, unsure as to how he could feel so exhausted when she never ceased in looking so perfect.

"Please," Chuck snorted. "I know you liked it."

"Did I?" Blair asked, with something that sounded a lot like confusion.

And suddenly he was very confused.

"Huh," Blair shrugged, and suddenly he realized that she was the one with marks of passion on her. "Well it was nice talking to you."

"Excuse me?" Chuck asked, standing on shaky legs.

"You of all people should know, Chuck," Blair said. "It was just sex."

"It wasn't," he insisted indignantly. "We were..."

"We were what?" Blair asked. "Think real hard. We just met tonight, didn't we?"

But he felt as though he had known her his entire life and he couldn't understand it.

"You just have to embrace the fact that this is the way things are," Blair said condescendingly. "I came here with Carter anyway."

"You said that you weren't dating," Chuck accused.

"I said things are a lot more complicated down here," Blair said. "And until you remember exactly why you're here, that's the way things are going to stay."

"Remember what?" Chuck asked.

"You remember," Blair told him. "I know you do. I saw it."

"I don't know what it means," Chuck said slowly.

"It means you're a whore for anything in a skirt," Blair sighed. "To be honest, you're too carnal for me."

"Too carnal?" Chuck repeated with disdain.

"How am I to know?" Blair asked. "You could have a whole collection of concubines at your beck and call. And I have too much self respect for that."

Sitting on a couch as he watched her perfect form disappear from his sight, he realized his shirt was hanging open and his breath was still short.

He stumbled outside of the room. Rain poured from the sky that he had noticed for the first time. There was no light of any kind. Just thick purple clouds constantly whirling, lightning striking towards the earth.

"You looking for a date?"

Chuck had heard questions such as those before, and didn't have to look to know. Whatever it was, it was dressed like some sort of woman. A woman in fishnets and leopard print, and all he felt was disgust.

He shouldered past her and all others like her, now knowing the true definition of hell.

Love, which permits no loved one not to love,

took me so strongly wit delight in him

that we are one in Hell, as we were above.

-The Inferno