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)

Tate used his knee to spread her legs, propping himself in-between them, hand bring his cock in perfect alignment with her. "It's been a year since I've heard you say it."

Nira shot him a dirty look before almost making a pout with her lips. "That's not my fault now is it?"

Tate let the head of his cock tease her wet opening, sliding it up to swirl circles around her swollen nub. "I never said it was, now stop trying to change the subject." He slid into her, only letting a bit of the tip go in, teasing and coaxing her to do as he willed. "I need to hear you say it Nira."

Nira moved her hips in a desperate attempt to take more of him, only to be disappointed when he would pull away more, denying her what she wanted. She grunted in protest before letting her hips drop in protest.

Nira's breath caught in her throat, her mouth dry, the words were forming in her head but fell short when it came to making the sound come out. Tate pushed his hips against her, pushing his cock into her all the way. What ever was blocking sound in Nira was broken as the moan echoed through out the room. Tate stopped moving, propping himself up with his elbows, he laid there still.

Nira felt herself panic, she felt vulnerable and warm at the same time. Tate could see the frantic look forming in her eyes no matter how hard she tried to look away from him. He reached out with his hand, gently cupping her chin, he tilted her face making her look him directly in his eyes. Tate didn't waver, his eyes pierced deep into her soul.

Tate grinded his hips a bit, a reminder to Nira that he was still very much hard and deep inside her. "Would it be easier if I told you first?"

Nira bit her lip as she tried to move her head back from the feel of him, only to be denied. Tate never letting go of his hold on her face, not allowing Nira to break the lock they had on each other. She felt anger start to grow in her belly, her mind starting to cloud from the frustration. Her cheeks were bright red from being flustered and teased.

Tate brought his lips to hers, letting them hover, just close enough to brush ever so softly if one were to take a deep breath. Nira lost her self control every time he did this, her nerves came alive as her inhabitations faded away. Nira almost giggled when Tate pulled away, brow pressed in nervous anticipation.

As cocky and confident as he could project to those around, there inside him was a confused, broken boy that struggled to be strong. It was the opposite to her inner battle to have compassion and be more empathetic.

"Can I ask you something?" His voice was rasped, the words choking out.

His eyes were clouded over with the beginning layer of unshed tears. She flinched inwardly as the site of him so vulnerable made her chest tighten and her heart palpitate. This was the first time she truly ever felt sheer compassion for someone other then her sisters.

She let her fingers deliberately drag against the soft tender flesh of his neck, trailing the outline of his jaw, wiping a loose tear that had dropped down his nose. "You can ask me anything Tate."

"You know we don't have much longer." He paused, trying to find the words. "What would you do if we couldn't be together or see each other again? At least not see each other for awhile…"

"I would die." The words left her mouth before Tate even finished his.

"Me too." He rested his forehead against hers, placing soft kisses here and there. "I would kill anyone who tried to take you away from me first."

It was perverse how beautiful he looked in that moment, eyes black covered in a veil of innocent tears as he proclaimed to murder anyone who stood in their way. Beneath the deceiving look of youthful intrigue of first time affection was a dark obsession that had formed cancerous eating away at everything around it. She knew he meant every word and all it did was excite her more.

"I belong to you Tate. I always have, even when I didn't realize it." She ran her fingers through his golden locks, tangling her fingers in deeper.

It was different when she said it this time, soft and meaningful compared to the pleading and screaming in longing and passion. He smiled and began to kiss her with out control, taking her breath away, lips chapping, tongues tangling. She meant the words she said, there was no questioning it and that drove Tate wild.

He began to thrust his hips, moving in and out of her. "Tell me how much you want me."

Nira purred at the feel of his hot breath hitting her ear, licking and nipping at her ear. "I don't want you…"

She squealed as he bit her neck hard, then sucked the soar sensitive flesh. "I need you Tate."