Title: We Were Born To Die

Raiting: M

Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.

A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)


Before Tate could situate on the bed, Nira had his waist straddled, cock deep inside her. Her movements were hesitant at first, unsure what to do. Tate gripped her hips, guiding her, silently instructing her how he needed it. Nira however had a different plan in mind.

Each time Tate tried to move in a way he liked she would counter it with something that felt better for her. When Tate would get frustrated and try to flip her over she would grind her hips and move her waist in such a way that threw him off, making him let grunts of pleasure out.

Tate grabbed her hips, digging his heels into the mattress for support, he began thrusting his hips up into her over and over, fucking her like he had against the wall. The more Nira tried to move away he would hold her down by her hips. Nira collapsed to his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on to him as he continued to bring them both close to the edge.

"Tate I'm going to…Oh." Nira bit her lip to suppress the scream, Tate had flipped them over, his hand cupping her breast, pinching her nipple as he continued to move in and out of her.

"Not without me your not." It snarled out, his voice raspy, his mouth dry from panting for air.

Tate felt her walls start to close around him, coaxing him to the edge. He began to pace his thrusts going in such a rhythm that would toss them both over the edge. Nira held onto him with all her might as she let her head fall back as the waves of pleasure crashed over her body, every nerve stimulated, Tate's name leaving her mouth over and over as she felt his cock vibrate and pulsate inside her as he came.

Tate collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her firm into the mattress. "I'm not done with you yet, I just need a minute to… strategies what I want to do to you next."

Nira ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair, the smell of their sex thick in the air. "You're a beautiful fucked up man, you know that right?"

This time they both herd the banging on the door. Neither seemed to care though, they were past the point of politely bowing to societies dos and don'ts of proper etiquette. Tate was the first to get up, grabbing discarded pants he pulled them up, looking over to Nira giving her a look that screamed cover yourself now. Tate opened the door to see a flustered Larry standing there.

Tate gave his best shit eating grin. "Sorry Larry, I'll make sure not to make your daughter scream to loud next time so I don't disturb my mother."

He slammed the door, locking it, he looked at the glowing specimen before him. "Now what to do with you."

Nira licked her lips in anticipation, no matter how exhausted and soar her body was she couldn't deny or fight the need that burned inside of her for him. She knew now, all the self mutilation, the drugs she pumped in her veins, the rush of adrenaline as she got into pointless fights was all to get her the high she feels from him.

The more she tried to deny him and run away the more he would loose himself to try to make up for the void she left in him. They were tragic and ironic, it was just how they were. They would be their own destruction and the demise of those helpless souls around them.

Tate saw the light twinkle in her eye. He looked her up and down as he smirked, dimples forming in his cheek, eyes innocently hiding underneath blonde bangs. "I thought you had everything figured out?"

Nira shot him a dirty look. "Since when could you read minds?"

Tate gave Nira a look only reserved for her. "I can't read minds, just you." He commented, it sounded blunt and matter of fact.

Nira crooked her finger calling him to her, she sprawled out on the bed, spreading her legs exposing herself to him. "How's this going to work if I can't scream?"

Tate pulled down his pants, letting them pool to the floor as he crawled up her body as he made his way into bed. Running his tongue up her ankle, nipping at her thigh with his teethe, his fingers feeling every inch of her body.

"Oh your going to scream, I said I would make sure you didn't scream to loud. However in the likeliness of me getting caught up in the moment I may forget and make you scream so loud you pierce the ears of those in a ten mile radius."

Nira moaned and began to grind her hips as Tate worked his way up her body. His hot mouth wrapped around her nipple, his hand squeezing and massaging her other breast keeping it from being neglected. Nira grabbed a handful of Tate's hair, yanking him, trying to pull him to her. He wouldn't budge, when he did it was to attack the other breast, repeating his same tactics, hands all over her, pinching, pulling, massaging.

Nira's head was swimming, completely overwhelmed by the sensation, she could feel Tate sending energy into her, her legs wrapped around his leg, grinding against him as she began to whimper from the uncontrollable orgasm. Tate covered her lips with his, sucking her moans into him, licking and nipping at her lips.

"That's cheating." Nira said breathlessly as she hugged onto Tate not wanting to let go of him.

Tate kissed her on her cheek, "Hows" her nose, "that" her eyes, "cheating?" He moved his lips to her sensitive spot right behind her ear.

Nira let out in a gasp as she knotted her fingers in his hair, his tongue tracing the outline of her ear.

His hot breathe hit the wet trail, sending chills of pleasure up and down her body. "Say it Nira."