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)

Nira let her fingers carefully, almost calculating wrap around him. Taking the time to memories how he felt in her hand, the way the vein pulsed as she ran her fingers up it, how he twitched when her finger hit the right spot.

"I'm sorry is this teasing you?" she purred out, delighted by his aggravated groan in response.

Tate grabbed hold of her wrist. "Are you going to finish what you started?"

It hissed in her ear, desire mixed with anger.

Nira began to pump her hand up and down, marveling in the way it felt. "In more ways then you would ever dream possible."

Tate stopped her, pulling her hand away from him. "Then in that case you should stop now before this game comes to a quick end."

Nira pulled her hand away, disappointed. "That quick, huh?"

Tate didn't like what she was implying, he growled in her ear as he lowered down, sucking, biting, teasing her neck. Creeping his hand down in the water he went right for what he knew drove her over the edge the fastest. With a few flick of the wrist, a swirl of the finger here, and there.

She was over the edge in no time, her body thrashing in the tub, water pouring out, flooding the floor of the bathroom. Tate had to cover her mouth to muffle her screams, not that he didn't enjoy the sound of her screaming his name, he didn't enjoy the idea of his mother or Larry barging in.

Tate licked at the skin of her ear and neck. "You were saying something about someone being quick?"

Never to be one to give up, Nira got out of the tub, making her way into Tate's bedroom. She paused for a moment. Looking back at him with the most seductive look she could muster. She threw him a challenge of her own before leaving the bathroom. Tate hurried from the tub, stopping dead in the door way to the sight of Nira laying naked on his bed. She watched as his eyes started to darken from primal desire to claim her as he stalked towards her, she felt the weight of Tate's body climbing onto the bed, laying down next to her.

Tate reached out, caressing her cheek, running his thumb across her lips. "So what does a wildly brilliant girl think about when she is about to be forced to finish what she started?"

Nira draped her arms around Tate's neck, bringing her lips as close to his with out touching as possible. "She wonders if the boy she is with knows what he is about to get himself into." she retorted smugly.

Tate pushed his weight on top of her, taking her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. "You remember that when I have you screaming my name, again."

It came out in a dominant growl, his hands making there way down her neck, across her collar bone, gently grabbing her breast, pinching the nipple. He began to lick his way down the path he had just trailed with his hand. Nira was lost in the sensation, everything felt right, she knew if anyone were to make her come undone it would be this boy, the one she met nearly a year ago, hidden in the shadows. They built each other up like no other, and had a ferociousness when they tore each other down. There was no polar opposites attracting.

They were one of the same evil, their darkness intermingling and a crackling like lightning as it crashes like thunder. No drug you inject into your veins could you understand the rush, the high they fed to each other just being in each others embrace. The storm that was brewing, the evil that was to be conceived by their union, they didn't realize the power they were conjuring in the house.

Nira watched Tates every move through heavy lids. "Haven't we played this game before?" Her lips were parted, she tried to keep her breathing steady, try to hide how much of an effect he was having on her.

Tate gave her that cocky half smile he knew pissed her off. "As I recall you loose very quickly, or chicken out during this game."

Nira slowly dragged her tongue across her lips, moistening them, teasing him. She knew exactly what type of thought her actions had enticed in his head. "I'm not going anywhere."

Tate looked deep in her eyes, he was surprised to see that she actually meant it. It amused him she thought she had a choice. "Your fucking right your not going anywhere. You ever pull that bullshit on me again I will not just punish you, I will kill you with my own hands."

Nira felt fear shoot down her spine, making her shiver underneath his warm body. He wasn't lying, she saw it flash before her eyes. Tate's hands wrapped around her throat, eyes puffy, cheeks stained with tears as he watches her slowly loose consciousness.

Nira shuddered again, the fear turning into arousal as she becomes very aware of his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. Tate began his attack on her senses again. She wanted to play a different game, who was Tate to deny her request.