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Author's Note…Finally, the last chapter of Sinful! Sorry it took so long to post, but I've been working very hard on a similar story, but centered on Wilson. I'm about half-way through with the first chapter…it's 2,000 words already. So be on the look out for that, and thanks so, so, much to my lovely reviewers. You guys are awesome!

Lust

Chase is a shining thirty years old. Good job, nice apartment, single and 'loving it.'

Loving it his ass, and everybody knows it. Even House, King of Indifference, casts somewhat questioning looks at him every now and then. Wilson has confronted him on numerous occasions, and each time, Chase has deflected the questions.

This was not how it was supposed to be.

Who cares that he had a screwed up family? He is the only survivor of it, anyway. And everybody's family is screwed up, to a degree. It's really just a measure of how much one can take. Human beings can only endure so much before cracking, and letting everybody see what is underneath. Emotional strength is just a show, a façade to cover up the heart.

The day Chase gets the call that his father is dead, dead from a disease Chase did not even know he had (but he deserved it anyway), Chase gets a call that Narkler too has passed.

Chase had gotten the call that Narkler was sick almost a year ago, but he did not think anything of it. HIV takes a long, long time to progress; Narkler is a tough old bastard and besides, he is probably enjoying his life at its lowest point than Chase has ever enjoyed his own.

But then the call came, and it turns out Chase was, once again, left out of the loop. It has been AIDS for years, and before that, is was known HIV. The disease had probably already entered Narkler's body during Chase's high school years.

And the asshole had not even told him.

So, a few days after going to Australia for not one, but two funerals, he slept with Cameron.

It was an accident, but, looking back on it, a happy accident. For now the destruction was complete, the gates to Heaven were completely locked, and the Devil was beckoning to him. There's nowhere else you can go, Robert. You're a Bad Person, Robert.

And, in the company of the Devil, Chase knows that one day, he will be smothered in fire and brimstone, and he does not care. In fact, he hopes that he will be completely cremated so he cannot feel anything again. His ashes will be the only memory of the pain.

And nobody will be able to get them anyway, because they will be in Hell.