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)

All she could do was stare at Tate as if in any moment he would disappear, just like he had done in her hallucinations when away from the house. They couldn't function without the other, process, breathe…live. Tate had snuck Nira up to his room, escorting her straight to the bathroom. There was a soft side to Tate, it was rarely seen though. It was something one had to earn the right to encounter, to be graced with the light that Tate had left in him.

He gently pulled down her panties, the only remnant of clothes she had on. The rest had been torn and stripped from her body in the basement. Nira froze as she felt Tate's eyes wonder over her body, taking in the abuse she had sustained when away from him. Most was self-inflicted but some of the bruises looked as if they had been caused by a fist. He fought back the impulse to get mad, he didn't want to scare her away. Tate gently glided his hand across the tender flesh of her arm, looking over the soars. They weren't infected yet, but if not taken care of soon they would.

"I'm so angry Tate." It shuddered out of her mouth, her tiny frame shaking as she spoke.

Tate half smiled at her, reaching to the tub, running the hot water. "What are you going to do about it?"

Nira looked at him, the dark images she fought so hard to keep away during her time away from the house were flashing before her, this time she fully embraced it, taking it in. It wasn't until she felt Tate pull her towards the sink, stepping behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

Her breathe caught in her throat when she saw herself in the mirror. Her natural reflex was to cover herself, extra conscious to the fact she was naked and Tate could see every inch of her. He grabbed her hands, pulling her arms to the side so the damage she had done to herself was visible.

He bent down, allowing his breathe to tickle the sensitive spot right below her ear. "Are you ready to stop taking your anger out on yourself?"

He kissed her neck, gentle at first, then allowing his lips to wrap around the tender flesh. Sucking at first, then grazing with his teethe, followed by the sweet pain of his teethe breaking the sensitive flesh. "Are you ready to make those who have sinned against us repent, and pay for the innocent lives they have destroyed?"

Nira pushed back into Tate, his words echoing deep with in her, bringing awake everything she had fought to destroy. He turned around to the tub, turning the water off, putting his hand in to test the water. Tate reached the bottom of his sweater, pulling it over his head, discarding it to the side. Nira watched him undress, a playful smirk on her lips.

She couldn't fight the excitement she felt when he pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement. With out thought she reached out to touch him, being denied right as her hand was to wrap around him, his fingers dug tightly around her wrist.

Tate let go of her hand, laughing at the hurt look in her eyes. "My game, my rules. You'll get it when I'm ready for you to have it."

Tate got into the tub, stretching out, relaxing at the feel of the hot water releasing the tension in his body. "You going to come in and join me?"

Tate looked up and down Nira's body, slowly, enjoying watching her squirm under his gaze. "From the looks of it."

Tate glanced her over one last time. "You could use it allot more then I do."

"And were you planning on making some room for me to get in?" Nira asked approaching the tub, Tate all stretched out, arms hanging lazily off the side, legs almost straight out.

Tate reached his hand out for hers, taking hers in his, he lead her to him. "This tub is more then deep enough that you could lay on me and still soak in the water."

His eyes sparkling, daring her to take the challenge, ready to call her on her bullshit if she tried to back out.

She had no choice, she climbed in, using the sides of the tub to softly lower herself on top of him. When she felt his hard cock slide between her thighs, she tried to turn around and hit him, stopped short by Tate's arms pulling her back against his chest, he held her tight to him. She could feel the subtle pulse of his cock as it rested between her thighs, every so often it gently grazing against her throbbing heat.

She rested her head back against him, turning her neck to look at him. "You could have warned me."

"You should have known." Tate retorted, as if it were a matter of fact. He couldn't help himself but to move his hips every now and then, pressing himself more against her. "I'm sorry, is that teasing you?"

Nira bit her lip and she quickly moved her hand under the water, letting her fingers delicately run across the length of his shaft. "No worse then this is for you."

Tate shut his eyes tight, head thrown back. "Difference between me and you, I don't just tease because I don't know what to do."