Chapter 11
Desire's POV

“We should kill him now,” Urge stated.

Love seemed upset, “He's your brother...”

“Exactly I know what he's capable of...”

Love didn't seem to be letting up, “We are assassins. Whatever he is capable of, all of us are capable of it too...”

Love was defending Wrath. I didn't understand it. Had he lost his mind? No. He was never around back then to see what Wrath was really capable of.

I had a knife at his throat. I was ready. My fingers itched for this moment. All these years I had been so afraid of him. All these years I had the feeling that Wrath was still alive and I was right.

“Who sent you? Did your father sent you? Did Tom send you?”

Wrath was quiet. He was just staring out. He was acting like Urge would right now. He wasn't saying a word. He was just staring out into space. Even when I pressed the knife at his throat a little harder he didn't say anything.

He was a ghost in the shell. He was acting as though he wasn't even here. Didn't he want to beg for his life? Wasn't he afraid?

Love ran over to me, “Desire think about this. Don't do anything crazy. Think about it. OK. So what just happened? He came with an antidote. Craving is laying on the couch dying right now. Look at him.”

I turned to Craving.

He was still breathing but his eyes were closed now. Droplets of blood were forming underneath his mouth. I looked over at Urge. I was afraid. I was scared out of my mind.

“How do we know that his antidote is real?” I asked.

Allure was the one who answered, “You're right. It could be a trap, but do we have a choice? Craving is going to die anyway if we don't do anything.”

They all looked at me. They all looked at me as though waiting for me to make a decision. I wondered what that decision was going to be my damn self

“I've changed...” Wrath stated.

“People don't change,” Urge told his brother.

The more I looked at them the more I realized that Wrath and Urge did look the same a little bit. Wrath was a lighter complexion. They both had the same handsome attractive jawbone. They both had perfect facial features. Urge was darker version of Wrath was intense blue eyes. Wrath looked exactly the same as he did 6 years ago. Nothing had changed but a little bit of stubble that he had grown. He looked like a more mature version of the seducing, model-like face that I remembered from my past.

It was a face that you could easily be lured in by. It was a face that attracted you. However it was nothing more than a trap. I knew what Wrath was capable of.

“Love come give Craving the antidote,” I granted permission.

Urge seemed confused, “Desire...”

“We have no choice.”

We waited. I waited.

Love had taken the antidote from Wrath. I looked at Wrath's face. Urge was close behind me. I could tell he was probably the only other person in the room that didn't trust Wrath as much as I didn't. Urge looked like he was ready to take his brother out at any moment.

I remembered so many things about Wrath.

My eyes hadn't followed Love when he went to Craving. My eyes were stuck on Wrath the entire time.

“You've been following me?” I asked him.

“Yes.”

He was blunt. Wrath wasn't trying to hide the fact. All those times that I thought I saw him I actually did see him. I knew I wasn't crazy. I had felt him following me. I had felt him...almost watching me.

“For how long?”

“I located you a year ago?”

A year. That long. I was confused.

“You knew where I was for a year and it took you that long to attack?”

“Attack?”

“Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about,” I stated, “You killed my fiance. You fucking KILLED Grayson!”

Wrath wrinkled his forehead at that moment. You would have thought he was innocent by the confused look he had given me at that moment.

“I didn't touch him...”

I slashed Wrath across the face!

Blood dripped out of his face as he let out a loud scream. Wrath fell to the ground holding his face. The blood was pouring out of it. I hadn't killed him. I hadn't cut too deep. I wanted to leave a mark. I wanted him to know the slow pain he had caused me by killing Grayson.

I wanted him to feel what I felt.

I wanted him to feel my pain and it wasn't enough.

“STOP!” Love screamed across the room, “The antidote. It's working! It's working. His pulse is stronger already.”

I had turned to Craving only for a moment. In the corner of my eye I saw him sitting there. He seemed to be breathing regularly.

Good god. Was he cured?

Craving was coughing but it wasn't like the cough from before. He was getting up a little bit. Love ran over to help him. Craving opened his eyes.

“Fuck...I feel like I got hit with a ton of bricks,” Craving stated.

“He's cured. He's cured...” Love stated.

Was it possible?

I was confused. Why? Why would Wrath come back and kill Grayson only to cure Craving? What was he trying to do? I turned back to Wrath. He was on the floor. He was still holding his face. He didn't attempt to fight back or attack at that moment.

He was just sitting there.

“Allure...shoot him,” I stated, “We don't need him around any longer...”

“No!” Love said at that moment interrupting.

“Allure shoot him...”

Allure wasn't doing anything. She wasn't acting. Her rifle was pointed at Wrath but she seemed hesitant. What the fuck was going on? Didn't she know how dangerous Wrath was? This could all be some crazy trick that he had. This could all be some plan that he hatched out.

He was a dangerous person and we couldn't afford that.

“He...he did save Craving,” Allure replied, “Maybe we should think about this...”

“Fuck thinking.”

Urge lifted his gun at that moment.

By the time Urge had targeted Wrath however Love was standing there in front of him. Love was completely just blocking him. What the fuck was Love doing? He was actually going out of his way to protect Wrath of all people.

“He saved Craving,” Love stated.

That was all he cared about. Did the fact that he saved Craving redeem him for all the horrible things that Wrath had done in his lifetime. They couldn't possibly trust him? They couldn't trust him of all people. A part of me wished that Urge would just give a warning shot to Love and get rid of Wrath. I didn't want to hear what he had to say.

“No,” Craving replied.

He was weak. He was sitting on the sofa. He was struggling to sit up.

I ran over to him trying to help him before he fainted again.

“Craving you're too weak.”

“Listen, this is important,” Craving replied, “If Wrath says he didn't kill Grayson then I believe him. I honestly do. What reason would he have to lie to us? Think about it Desire? Wrath was a horrible person but when was he a liar?”

“We should tie him up and think about this,” Allure replied, “Like my mama always told me, brains before brawn.”

I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe they were doing this. I couldn't believe in the next minute Allure suggested that I go to another room and cool off.

Cool off!

They tied him up. They weren't killing him.

They weren't fucking KILLING WRATH!

I went to the upstairs bedroom and began to pace. I was panicking. Wrath was right downstairs and my team completely was turning their back on him. We had him right where we wanted him. They wanted him off? They wanted him off after he killed Grayson and they actually believed that he didn't.

Who else was as good of a fighter as Wrath?

Who else was able to actually beat me so badly in a fight?
It had to be Wrath. I knew it.

A knock came on the door.

“GO THE FUCK AWAY!”

I didn't want to see them. I didn't want to see those fucking traitors. I couldn't believe that no one was acting. I felt dangerous at that moment. A part of me thought about going downstairs and just finishing it off right then and there. Fuck what they said. I could end this. I could kill him now and be done with him once and for all.

The door opened anyway. I knew I locked it. Somehow the person must have picked the lock. I looked over to see that it was Urge.

“I wanted to check up on you,” he stated.

It was unlike Urge. I was glad though. I knew he wasn't good at emotion. I knew it took a lot from Urge to show someone that he cared. It was something that he actually had to think about.

“They won't kill him.”

Urge shook his head, “We are outnumbered. I'm on your side though. I know the kind of person that Wrath is...”

“You're the only one on my side.”

“I'm always on your side...”

I didn't know what got into me at that moment. I don't know how the fuck I became so weak. All these thoughts of Grayson came back into my head.

All these memories of Grayson shot back into my mind and I found myself crying. I was sobbing right now. Urge stood like a statue watching me not knowing how to respond. I didn't know what I expected of him. He had never been that kind of person. I don't know why I was so weak. It was so embarrassing. I couldn't stop crying.

“He kidnapped me, he killed Passion, he stalked me, he killed Grayson,” I stated.

How much more would Wrath have to do to me? How much would he be allowed to take from me? It was almost like a nightmare that wouldn't end. I felt so powerless against him. I felt like nothing I did mattered.

I was shocked when I felt arms around me. They hugged me from the back. I turned to see Urge there. He was hugging me?

Urge?

No. I was right. Urge was actually trying to comfort me right now and I felt so odd. Craving had always been my friend. He had always been the one to offer me comfort. Grayson had offered me comfort when I was alive. Urge never comforted me. He was always so detached from his emotions but right now that was what happened. Urge's arms wrapped me up and held me close.

“It's OK...”

I tried to pull away, “God I feel so weak.”

Urge didn't let me go. He held me closer, “It's OK to be vulnerable.”

“It's OK to be vulnerable?

“Yes because that means I can protect you. I won't let my brother hurt you,” he told me, “I won't let my father hurt you. OK? Look at me, lift your face up a little bit. Do you hear me? I won't let him hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you. Ever. If I have to burn the world down I'll do it. You are the only thing that means anything to me.”

I believed him.

I believed Urge because he didn't lie to me.

I looked into his bright blue eyes and I believed that Urge would do anything he could for me and he would never hurt me.

That was when I kissed him.

The kiss was soft at first. Then it got harder. I wasn't sure who initiated the tongue into the others mouth but our tongues were twisted together in the next moment. I didn't care about breathing. All I cared about was Urge.

“I love you,” I told him.

All those emotions that I had been struggling to hide were coming back. I knew that Urge meant the Assembly. I knew that he was another lifetime but in that lifetime he meant the most to me.

He was silent his mouth grunting my name, “Desire...”

He literally tore my shirt off of me.

The buttons on my shirt flew off and landed all around the room. The shirt was torn in half by his powerful muscles. He didn't stop there. He started to tear off my pants breaking the zipper. He was so aggressive. He was wanting this so badly.

Urge was so powerful. It was different from Grayson. Grayson had gone out of his way to be gentle with me. Urge was going out of his way to dominate me. He was going out of his way to show me just how powerful he was.

“Take me,” I said, “Fuck the shit out of me...”

I didn't need to tell me. He was proving how strong he was. He was almost showing me that he could take care of me by doing this. And in this savage way I believed him. I believed him when I lay butt naked on the floor.

I believed him when he lifted my ass to the air.

“Spread your cheeks,” he demanded of me.

I did what he said. I sat with my ass tooted to the air. At that next moment I could feel Urge's tongue. I could feel his wet, needy tongue penetrate me.

“Oh shit!”

My ass was so wet in the next few minutes as his tongue lashed at me. It was like his tongue was going to battle against my ass cheeks. He bit my ass cheeks. It was this mixture of pain, pleasure and desire that filled my mind. He bit hard. He slapped my ass cheeks over and over again making sure that I felt them.

Urge had a point to prove and he had a will to prove it.

I knew this when he stated, “I'll never let you go again.”

He was claiming me. I was his property and I wanted to be. I wanted to belong to him again like back in the day. I wanted it to just be us against the world.

And it felt like that.

“I want your dick, please...”

I was begging. For some reason it just felt like my body had taken control of my mind. The disobedient headstrong and stubborn Desire was fading away by the moment.

Urge had come back into my life.

And Urge was SUCH a fucking MAN!

He laid me on my side. At first I just laid there. I knew he was undressing. I turned my head to see the figure behind me. He was looking at me. His body was the most ripped and toned body I had ever seen. It wasn't overdone like bodybuilders but it wasn't too slim like a swimmer's body. It was somewhere in the middle. It looked powerful but it looked fast as well. He was the epitome of a man's body! People would have wanted to paint those perfect abs. People would have paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for his facial structure.

“Are you ready?” he asked me.

I just knew he planned on fucking me like he had done 6 years ago. He planned on proving that Grayson had nothing on me.

“Hell yeah...”

He laid behind me. His dick entered me slow at first but very precise. He did this on purpose. He wanted to long stroke me. He wanted me to feel EVERY moment.

He whispered behind his ears, “You are mine...”

His tongue played with my ears after he whispered it. He was kissing my ears. He was kissing the back of my neck. His muscular body wrapped around me. His body was the epitome of the perfect man and the PERFECT man wanted me.

“God yes.”

“Say it,” he stated, “Say that you'll never let anyone make love to you again. SAY IT!”
He was stroking me deep. He was panting. I could tell he wanted to moan but he didn't. This wasn't about him. This was about me. I knew it and he knew it. He wanted to give me pleasure. He wanted me to regret not holding out for all this time for him.

He wanted me to fall back under his spell.

And it worked.

“I won't let anyone make love to me again.”

He bit on the back of my neck. He lifted my leg up again.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

His wet dick stroked deep into my asshole. I could feel everything almost. I could feel the head. I could feel the veins on his dick. He had only used the wetness from eating me out. He wanted me to feel everything. He didn't even want too much lube to get in the way and he DAMN sure wasn't going to pull out a condom.

He was going deep and he kept thrusting his hips as far into me as he could.

He was holding me by waist so I wouldn't escape.

“Fuck. Fuck this feels so fucking good.”

His hands grabbed onto my waist pinning me there. He didn't want me to move. His hips thrust into me. It was almost as though he wanted to go deeper than his dick would allow. That was saying a LOT too because he had such a big dick.

“I'm almost there,” he was panting.

He was thrusting harder and harder. It went faster and faster.

It was almost as though he wanted to fuck my soul.

It was almost like he wanted to fuck my heart.

“Give it to me...make me yours again baby...”

“OOOH FUCK! I'm cumming. I'm cumming!” His voice got real deep. He had so much base in it as he roared over me. He let loose keeping his dick all the way in me as he unloaded.

After he nutted he kept his dick in me. It was still hard.

He just kept it there in me.

“That was amazing...” I stated.

“Did you nut to?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“I'm sorry,” he stated.

“Why do you say that?”

“I couldn't perform the way I wanted to,” he stated, “I wanted to make you have an orgasm. It's all about you.”
He had no idea. This was the best sex ever. It had surpassed any sex that I ever had with Grayson. The raw passion alone was 20X Grayson. The fact that his dick was still completely hard and still embedded deep in my ass was proof it it.

He didn't even get the slightest bit soft. He was just laying there cuddling me.

“I used to dream of this,” I told him, “Back when you weren't around. I used to dream of you coming back to me. I would wake up in sweat...screaming your name.”

“Same here.”

“Really?”

He breathed deeply, “Yes. I tried to find you. I know that I wanted you to escape. I know that that's what I said. I couldn't do it. A week after you left I was searching for you. I searched the world. Every spare moment I had I was looking. I never was able to find you. I didn't have the resources...”
I paused.

It touched my heart honestly.

“I'm sorry,” I told him.

“Sorry about what?” he asked.

“That I left. I should have stayed with you. I loved you.”

He got silent. He was stroking me again. His dick was going in and out of my ass. He was slower now. He was more gentle but I could tell he wanted to continue fucking me. It felt so good to have him stroke me slow like this.

“We can't be apart again. I wanted the best for you but I am the best for you. And you are the best for me. We belong together. You understand? Tell me you'll never leave me again...no matter what happens.”

I was so busy panting. The fact that he wanted to have a conversation with me while he was fucking me seemed intriguing.

“I won't...oh yeah, harder...fuck...harder...”

“No. I want you to say no matter what happens.”

“Oh god. It feels so good. Uh....yes...No matter what happens,” I panted as his dick slid deep into me again.

“I'm about to cum again...”

He started fucking me harder and harder.

He lifted up my leg. He started to pound my ass. He went for a while. A part of me wanted to jack my dick but I was scared that if I nutted I would want him to pull out. I didn't want him to pull out. I wanted him to stay in me so I didn't nut.

He fucked me hard for what seemed like maybe 10 to 20 minutes. His strokes this time were faster. He kissed me a lot this time when he did it. We didn't have a moment to talk. His mouth was connected to mine the entire time.

“Oh god...oh god!”

My ass was so sore that I knew it was red probably. It was probably red and swollen.

I didn't care...

“Damn I love you...” he finally stopped kissing me.

I could feel his second load flood into me. He had hugged me closely this time when he let his load in me. He had brought my ears close to his lips. I could feel the minty smell of his breath as he exhaled over me.

He was still hard...

And he was still in me...

“I'm sweating,” I stated.

I was panting. I was sweating. He was still in me. Our bodies were so close that we were inseparable laid on our sides on the floor the bathroom. It was almost as though our bodies had become one.

“I don't want to pull out,” he replied.

“No I'm not complaining...you can stay in me as long as you like. It's yours. Forever...”

My ass was getting sore but I didn't care. I loved the feeling of him inside of me. I loved how his dick felt after he nutted as his nut was all up in me. I loved the fact that even though he nutted he was so turned on by me that he wouldn't even pull out.

“Good because I don't want to pull out...ever...”

It was true passion. It was true love. We had never gotten over each other and after 6 years of being apart we literally didn't want to separate again.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Did you want me to start stroking you again because I was about to?”

I smiled. I had no doubt that he was ready to release another load in me.

“In a minute. I had a question though.”

“Sure. Anything. I'll answer.”

“How did you feel...when you saw me with Grayson?” I asked him, “I mean how did that make you feel...”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Yes.”

“I hated him,” Urge replied bluntly, “I never hated someone in my entire life. Who was he to lay around with the love of my life? Who was he to take away the only thing that meant anything to me? I hated him and I'm glad he's gone...”

Damn.

Just then a knock came at the door.

“Guys...you have to come downstairs...NOW!”

It was probably an hour and half that had passed since Urge had started fucking me. We still didn't want to separate. The voice was definitely Allure's though and we knew that she probably assumed what we were doing in the room together for this time.

I could barely walk coming down the steps. Urge literally had to stand behind me. He literally had to help me down the steps. My ass was ON FIRE. I had never felt any pain like that in my life. It was all worth it though. Even though I walked with a limp, I was fine. Even though I knew I probably wouldn't be able to sit for days I was fine with it.

“You OK?” Craving asked me, “I thought I was the one in recovery mode here...”

“I'm fine,” I smiled, “You look well...”

He did look well. Color had returned to his cheeks. He was sitting up by himself at this point.

“Well I was until I we got a video message...come in the living room.”

Urge helped me into the living room. There was a laptop up. It was Allure's laptop. Allure and Love were already there when we walked into the living room. I noticed that Wrath was in the living room as well. He was tied up. His eyes shot across the room at me. He was watching me...almost like hawk.

“Take your eyes off of him,” Urge instructed Wrath.

Wrath flashed a little smile as though more amused by Urge then actually intimidated. He did take his eyes off me though as Urge had instructed him.

I walked to the table that the laptop was on. I could see the other eyes on me now even if Wrath's eyes weren't on me. They were probably wondering about how I was walking.

“What happened to you?” Love asked me but then immediately stopped, “Actually---scratch that. I don't want to know...”

“Lust,” Allure stated, “We are here. Please repeat your message.”

I looked at the computer screen. It actually was Lust.

She looked different. She looked afraid.

“They probably know I'm transmitting this,” our team leader stated, “They probably suspect I'll help you guys but I had to anyway.  I just walked in on a meeting.  You've all been marked for death. Envy has requested backup. They have sent Lady Sloth's team.”

“Sloth?” Wrath stated at that moment, “Untie me...”

“That's not going to happen,” I replied looking at Wrath, “Shut up...”

“Who is that?” Lust asked off screen.

“Wrath is alive,” Love replied.

“How is that possible?”

“We have no time. If they sent the slow assassin...if they sent Sloth...you are all in dead,” Wrath replied, “No...worse then then death.”

For the first time I saw Wrath actually seem afraid. I was confused. Who was this Sloth person and why the fuck was Wrath all of a sudden so afraid. He hadn't been afraid of Envy? He had walked in here almost like nothing.

“Shut up,” I replied.

Allure shook her head, “It would explain why they haven't attacked us yet. They were waiting for backup.”

“We can't escape. They have trackers,” Craving replied, “We are sitting ducks...”

He was right.

Everyone had a tracker but me.

My heart raced. Lust all of a sudden started to look around. It was almost as though someone was coming. All of a sudden we heard footsteps.

Had they discovered her? Had they found out she was helping us?

“Lust? Lust get out of there!”

Lust struggled, “It's too late. It's too late for me. They've been instructed to kill everyone but Urge. EVERYONE. Run....RUN FOR YOUR LIVES...”

All of a sudden the computer went out.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

Just at that moment all the lights went out!
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Love started to panic.

He wasn't the only one. My heart was beating. The look on Lust's face after she transmitted that message meant everything.

“Shut up Love...” Urge stated.

Urge moved towards the window. I was scared as fuck. It was pitch black in the house all of a sudden. What was happening? What the fuck was happening?
He was calm but he was was serious. He was very serious.

Urge backed away from the window.

“We are completely surrounded...”

Fuck.

No...no.

I knew Urge wasn't dramatic. He couldn't have been over exaggerating. If he said we were completely surrounded then we had to have been. All of a sudden the lights flickered on and when they came back on the computer turned back on.

“Lust?” Allure was screaming into the camera.

All of a sudden Lust was back on the screen.

She wasn't alone. It was...Tom.

Tom was standing there over her. He had her hair lifted up! No. Not Lust. Not Lust.

The sick man was pulling at Lust's hair. She seemed completely shocked and afraid. The demure of her seemed to have disappeared. Right now Lust was nothing more than a woman completely terrified for her life.

We all looked at her as almost like a mother. The only mother that we really knew. I wasn't surprised when Love was crying all of a sudden.

Urge looked out the window, “They are getting closer.”

“Untie me!” Wrath screamed out.

I kicked his chair. Fuck. It was too late. Tom heard it. Tom looked at me on the screen. Wrath was out of the view of the web cam but he had heard him.

“So both my sons are alive?” Tom stated, “Just what I assumed and Desire you turned them both against me...”

“He did nothing. You turned everyone against you. You sick...child abductor...” Lust replied.

Lust wasn't scared anymore. She didn't seem scared anymore.

Somehow in that moment she had regained her strength. Somehow in that moment she had regained her demure. She was the classy...beautiful woman that we all knew. She sat almost like a statue at that moment. She wasn't bothered at all.

In that moment she regained her beauty.

Maybe Love knew what was going to happen. Maybe that is why he covered his mouth the way he did.

Tom pulled out a gun.

BANG.

“No...” I stated.

So much death. So much fucking death.

In the next moment we couldn't even see Tom. Lust's brains were scattered all over the screen. Lust was...Lust was dead.

Tom wiped the lens of the screen only well enough so we can see his twisted, sadistic lips mouth out, “You're next...”