Chapter 13
Wrath's POV

I woke up to screaming and the eerie sound of breaking glass.

Strange.

I got out of bed at that moment and walked into the living room of the apartment. Lust's team was all up at that moment. Something must have happened.

 

The screen door that lead out to the balcony of the apartment was busted up completely. My younger brother was sitting bloody in the living room.

"Oh my god," Desire was saying, "What happened? What happened?"

It looked like someone had gotten the best of my brother. His nose looked busted. It was amusing honestly to see him sitting there bleeding in the way that he was. I figured he wouldn't get so much attention from his looks anymore. It was a strange thing to think about. People wouldn't be so attracted to me but then all of a sudden change attention to my younger, mysterious and just as handsome younger brother.

"Are you ok, Desire?" I asked him.

He looked over at me. He surveyed me, his eyes examining me up and down for the minute. I didn't have a shirt. I didn't have 8 abs like Urge but I definitely had a tight body. He seemed shocked that I had walked out of the room like that. A part of me wondered if I was making him uncomfortable. Then I thought about it...maybe I wanted to make Desire uncomfortable.

It was at that moment that I realized I didn't have anything on but my boxer shorts. My dick was halfway hard probably from some sort of dream.  

He must have noticed the bulge...

Probably a dream about Desire...

 

"It's Urge...someone attacked him."

"Impossible."

There was no way that we could have been tracked down. I had disabled the tracker for 24 hours. I knew that it worked. It was impossible for any assassins to have come after us and found us. What the fuck was going on here?

"Guys...you might want to come in the bathroom..." the girl they had with them stated.

The girl was Russian. I believed they called her codename: Allure. She had a very suspicious face. You know that look when someone knows more than they should? They don't give you eye contact. She was looking down. There was something going down. There was something that wasn't right here. I just had to figure out what it was.

When we walked into the bathroom there was another member of Lust's team. Craving. He was a muscular white guy with blonde hair. He liked to fancy himself some sort of comedian or some shit. He was crying.

"What's wrong?" Desire asked.

"He's dead. Love is dead."

Desire covered his mouth. He looked so upset. I took a step towards him. He had such a pretty little mouth.

I'll fuck you, Desire. I'll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. I'll make you gag on this nine-inch dick until you spit up all over it. I'll nut all in your throat. You're mine. You're mine.

No. No. That wasn't normal Wrath. Act normal.

You have to act normal...

"I'm sorry for your loss," I told Desire.

Desire didn't even look at me. He didn't even look! He was so worried about some dead midget in the tub. What the fuck? I was standing right here next to him. I was showing him how I felt. I was giving him everything. Why didn't he look at me?

Why didn't he love me?

I tried to touch him but someone came up behind him and pulled him back.

Urge.

"I tried my best."

Urge was looking at me at that moment. He was sneaky. He was so fucking sneaky...silly little man.

"Tried your best at what?" I asked.

"Assassins broke in," Urge explained to everyone, "I saw them attacking Love. I tried to save him. I fought the assassins off and tried to get them, but they ended up escaping."

Love must have been the short, petite looking guy dead in the tub.

Oh well.

"You did your best, I'm sure. God. I can't believe I slept through it all," Desire stated.

Broken glass. A fight that had broken out. Desire wasn't the only one who didn't believe that he slept through it all. The guy Craving was clearly taking this the worst. He was too busy crying at that moment. Desire was trying to comfort Urge. That didn't make sense though. None of this made sense.

How did they track us down?

Why hadn't I heard the fight?

Since when did Urge need comforting?

Then there was Allure. The red-haired girl with the European accent. She was standing off to the side. She wasn't giving any eye-contact. She wasn't standing too close to the body. What did she know? What was she expecting?

"This happens every time, every man I'm interested just ends up...ends up dead..." Craving was saying at that moment.

A pity party. Pathetic.

I turned to something much more interesting. Desire. My silly Valentine. There was a mirror behind him. He had a fat ass. It was so round. It was so tight.

I could bend him over. I could fuck him. I could put my dick so far in him that he would scream for help. I wanted to hear him scream. I wanted to hear him scream while I fucked him within an inch of his life. Then I'd stop of course but just when I saw enough blood on my dick.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Desire stated.

Shit.

I had caught myself at that moment. I was slipping back again. I was slipping back into that mind state. I had to get out of it. I had to remember what Grandfather told me. I could be normal again. I could be normal again if I tried. I didn't have to have those crazy thoughts. They were crazy. That is what Grandfather stated. They weren't normal.

"Yo...stop fucking staring at him like that," Urge replied.

"Guys..." the muscular meathead was stating from the tub.

"I wasn't staring at him."

The meathead kept on his whining, "Guys..."

"I didn't mean to stare," I told them, "Sorry about that."

"You were fucking staring at him..." Urge replied.

"Urge relax," Desire was stating, "This isn't the time for this. This isn't the time. Love just died. One of our friends just died."

Urge had gotten in my face. He could give two fucks about the midget in the tub and neither could I to be honest. This was about something else. Urge knew it and I knew it.

This was about Desire.

He must have saw what I saw. He must have saw Desire. Desire was more than just a boy. Desire was a prize. Urge and I knew it. We had been raised by a serial killer. Our entire lives we didn't know love. Then I met Desire. Unfortunately my cocky little brother ended up meeting Desire not too far after that.

"He's alive!" Craving suddenly stated, "I feel a pulse..."

"Come again?" Urge asked.

"Thank god!" Desire replied.

I watched. Something was so odd about this. Something was so odd about how immediately the girl Allure came back to life and ran over to the midget boy. It was so odd that Urge stayed back and had this look on his face.

Something had happened and I was going to figure it out.

 

 

 

"Is he still unconscious?" I asked.

I was driving. We were heading up to the mountains. I was taking them to meet Grandfather. I wondered if Grandfather would think Desire was handsome. Father was never too fond of Desire. Father wanted him dead. I had to make sure that Desire was far out of father's grasp.

Redemption.

If I could prove to Desire that I had changed then maybe he would give me a chance. Hopefully the crazy thoughts didn't come back though...

"Yeah," the muscular meathead stated.

"I'm happy Crater. Looks like you aren't cursed after all," I stated.

"My codename is Craving."

"Oh....yeah. Right. Sorry about that. We are almost there."

I wasn't even paying much attention to the meathead to be honest with you. My attention had fallen on Desire and Urge. They were sitting in the backseat of the car. The midget was wrapped up in Craving's arm clearly unconscious. It might have been a coma. It wasn't like we had the ability to take him to the hospital though. God knows how long he would have been at the hospital and the tracker would have turned back on. If that happened the midget was dead anyway.

It took a lot to convince them to come along. I told them Grandfather would know how to bring the midget back.

"We should take him to the hospital," Urge stated, "This is...this is reckless. He's been knocked out for two hours now."

"He's still breathing," Craving stated, "You know we can't take him to the hospital."

"So you are willing to let him die?" Urge asked.

"He just had a concussion maybe. He'll be fine," I stated, "Our grandfather is a doctor. He will know what to do."

"What if Love isn't alive by then?"

Urge was being strange. He wasn't the only one. I looked in the passenger seat. Allure. She was quiet the entire time. Usually it was like Urge to be quiet. For some reason he had a lot to say about this while this girl Allure was just being completely silent.

What were you hiding little girl? What did you know?
"Wrath is right," Desire stated.

Urge looked like he was going to say something else but something shut him up. I noticed what it was. It was Desire's hand on his hand all of a sudden. Desire was holding hands with him. I could feel my body heat up at that moment.

I'll cut you. I'll cut you Urge. I'll cut those fingers off and feed them to you.

"Pay attention to the road...what the fuck..." Allure stated beside me.

She was right.

I was swerving.

"We're actually here. Just the next exit. Sorry was getting a little tired..."

 

 

 

Grandfather's cabin in the woods was quiet. We pulled up and there was nothing but birds chirping. It was a calm place. It was the most peaceful place in the world. I had years of recovery here. Grandfather was a good guy. I had tracked him down and he welcomed me with open arms.

"You guys will love my grandfather," I told them trying my best to smile, "He lives off the land. He hunts. I guess that's how my father got started...you know...hunting."

"Is that what you call what your father does?" Allure asked me, "Hunting?"

"Well...somewhere down the line he got misguided. I guess hunting animals just wasn't enough," I explained at that moment, "He wanted to hunt more. He wanted to people."

I noticed the weird looks they were giving me when I explained things to them. They were looking at me like I was still crazy. Being around Desire was bringing back a lot of the crazy feelings that I had in the past. Maybe it was being around Urge. Something triggering those feelings to come back and I had no idea how to stop it.

I opened the door to the log cabin. It was a pretty big cabin. When I opened the door a big golden retriever ran up to me. I pet him at that moment.

"This is..."

"Buck," Urge finished my sentence.

I looked at my brother. My brother was very young the one and only time my father brought us to see my grandfather. I was shocked that he remembered him.

"You remember?" I asked.

My brother looked down at the dog. His eyes were piercing, "Yes."

Just at that moment my grandfather came out. You never knew where he came from. He was extremely quiet. He was just like my father. He could move without being heard.

"Dominic..." my grandfather stated.

He was looking at Urge.

"Dominic?" Craving asked.

"It's my government name..." Urge replied.

My grandfather looked at him. There was this look of knowing. Once again my brother was getting all the shine and all the attention without even trying. It was the same thing over and over. I wasn't surprised when my grandfather walked over to him almost in tears and gave him a hug. He squeezed Urge tightly. Urge looked comfortable. He was always so distant when it came to things like that. Where I needed love, Urge just denied it. Urge didn't even hug the man back. He just stood like a statue confused on why this man was so emotional.

I had to butt in, "Granddad...I found some. I found some of the kids my father stole..."

"You guys are safe here," my grandfather stated.

 

I watched from a distance as they went ahead and started introducing themselves to my grandfather. I was trying to take in the strange behavior coming from this group of people. They seemed to have a connection with one another that I didn't understand really. I guess when you are kidnapped as a teen and live your life killing people together you have that bond.

There was something else though. Something below the surface.

"I'll go take a look at your friend Love," my grandfather stated. There are a few extra rooms.

 

 

 

 

A few hours passed. My grandfather was still looking after Love but Love still hadn't woken up yet. In just a few hours I would have to disable the trackers that were inside of us again. I gave everyone some space for a while.

I had to get to the bottom of what was going on with everything. I found myself sneaking around house. Craving was sitting outside of my grandfather's office. He was clearly waiting for news on the guy Love. They must have been a couple or something. He looked concerned. A part of me kind of actually felt bad for the guy. What if Love never woke up? The guy Craving looked like it would actually tear him apart of that was the case.

 

I walked to the back. I had heard footsteps going back there earlier. From the screen door I was able to look down. There was a small hill in the backyard. It was Urge back there. He was pacing back and forth. He was in tears.

What the fuck?

I opened the screen door cracking it a little bit. Who was he talking to? I looked around. There was someone there. But where.

There...yes...

ALLURE!
It made sense now.

"I didn't mean to," Urge was saying, "Things went all the way left. I swear to god I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to...I..."

"You need to relax."

Urge being told to relax. Urge? My brother was the most relaxed person in the world. If he was any more relaxed it would have been him unconscious and not Love. The fact that he was being told to relax right now all seemed very suspicious.

"I can't...Allure!" my brother was screaming, "I can't relax!"
"What were you thinking? How did you think this was going to solve anything?"

"I don't know."

"This shit has gotten way out of hand. This has gotten ridiculous..."

Solve what. I needed details. My brother had done something. It was clear. What had he done though? What the fuck had he done. What was he trying to avoid?

"I couldn't let him tell. I couldn't lose Desire...I..."

Interesting. Now it made sense why Urge was emotional like this. It had to do with Desire. He looked like he was actually going through it.

"You need to come clean...about everything."

"I know. I just keep digging myself deeper and deeper. Now everything is going to crack. I'm going to lose Desire forever..."

 

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong here and I was going to figure out what it was. I listened. Sooner or later they would have to start putting more detail into this conversation. Sooner or later they would have to acknowledge what was going on. Footsteps. I looked at the foot of the staircase. It was Desire. He was standing there. He was looking down at me at that moment.

"You're spying," Desire stated.

Shit. He was smart. He was also quiet. I couldn't believe I hadn't heard him come down the stairs earlier than that. He looked the same. He wasn't the same Desire though. He was stronger somehow. He was smarter. He was still innocent however. He was still the dreamer that I remembered.

I walked over to the bottom of the staircase.

"I was..."

"Why did you bring us here?" Desire stated.

I took a step up the staircase. Desire took a step back climbing the staircase and moving away from me.

"Am I that frightening to you?" I asked him.

I was taking more steps up the stairs. Desire was taking more steps back at that moment. Now he was on the top of the stairs.

I was still walking towards him. God he was so fucking beautiful. He was so fucking beautiful and he was so fucking afraid.

"I'm not afraid of you," Desire stated.

"Then why are you breathing so hard? Are you attracted to me?"

"Don't flatter yourself," Desire replied.

I had made it to the top of the stairs now. I had cornered him on the wall. I took a step back. He had no where to go. He had no go.

"You used to think I was attractive. Remember when you and I first met."

"The day you drugged me and kidnapped me..."

"It wasn't my fault. If it was up to me I would have let you. You know we don't have a choice," I replied to him, "If it was up to me, I would have just took you on a real date. I would have have kissed you. I would have..."

I was close. I was too close and all of a sudden a knife was at my throat.

It was pressed so hard to my throat that blood was dripping out. It was one of my grandfather's hunting knives.

"I didn't know you were a thief," I stated.

"I had protect myself," Desire replied in a monotone, well prepared statement, "There is clearly a killer running around."

"We're all killers."

I stepped back. I ran my finger at my throat. Blood. Desire was watching me. He watched as I put the finger in my mouth. I started to suck the blood from my finger. I let my finger go deep in my mouth and come all the way out. I licked every drip of the blood from my finger.

He was looking at me so intently. Him and I had a bond. I didn't care what he had with Urge. I didn't care how he stated he was afraid of me. There was something else there. There was something else behind all that fear.

Intrigue.

"You're worse than we are..."

"Why?"

"Because you kill innocent people," he stated, "Like Grayson..."

"Your fiance? Is that who you're referring to again?" I asked at that moment, "I didn't kill him. I wouldn't have. What motivation would I have for killing him?'

"Motivation...motivation? How about this for motivation..."

He had reached at my pants and was grabbing my dick between my pants. I was exposed. My dick was completely hard just from being that close to him.

"Don't hold it unless you plan on doing something with it."

"You want me don't you?" he asked me, "All these years...you've been watching me. Haven't you. I know you have. I thought I was going crazy, but I wasn't. Was I? You've been watching me."

"Yes..."

I had to admit it.

"You've watched me with Grayson, didn't you?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"You watched how we made love?"

"Desire."

"ANSWER!" he stated.

He grabbed onto my dick. He squeezed it hard. There was an intensity in his face. He wasn't the gentle Desire right now that I had fallen in love with. He wasn't the housekeeper who wanted nothing else but to have the white picket fence, kids and a dog. Desire was aggressive at this moment and even though I was attracted to innocent Desire, this Desire turned me on just as much.

"Yes, I've watched you with your fiance before..."

"You wished it was you...didn't you?" he asked me, "You wished it was you sticking your dick all in me...fucking me raw. You wish it was you busting that nut in me."

He was stroking my dick. He was stroking my dick. I rolled my head back. It was almost as though the roles had changed completely. He was the aggressive one all of a sudden. I let him get that power. I let him take control. All of a sudden I was nothing more than a scared little kid just like he was.

All of a sudden Desire was the big bad wolf.

"Uh...uh shit. Yes. Mhmm. Feels go good. Uh, yes. I wished it was me...uhhh!"

"Even when we thought my friend Love was dead in that tub, you didn't care. You were thinking about me...weren't you. You were thinking about all the things you wanted to do to me."

His hand was massaging my dick. I could feel the precum coming out. I could feel his hand working up and down my dick at that moment. My body shivered underneath him. I could cum right here and right now and keep going but I didn't want a wet part of my jeans. I had to hold off. I had to hold off just for him.

I wanted to rip his clothes off. I wanted to fuck him.

I moaned a heavy, "Yes..."

"Is this what you want?" he asked me, "Is this why you would never leave me alone?"

He was up against me all of a sudden.

His tongue was deep in my throat!

It wasn't a dream.
Desire was kissing me. We rolled around the floor all of a sudden. The wet kisses were all over each other's mouths. He had dropped the knife on the floor. I didn't know where this was coming from. Maybe I should have cared but I didn't.

All I cared about was him and I.

I was kissing his neck. I licked my way up to his mouth. He bit my lip. He shed blood from it.

"Fuck!" I moaned.

He was being rough. I fucking liked it. My dick was so hard. It pressed up against my jeans and against him.

"Take off all your clothes," Desire stated.

"We should go in the room," I replied.

I didn't want Urge or anyone else to interrupt us. I had been waiting years for this. I had been waiting half a lifetime for this. I had fallen in love with Desire before I even met him. All Desire was back then was a target. He was a name on a paper. He was a photograph. He was a mission back then. I had stolen him from his family. I had stolen him from his life. All the while I was desperately in love with him.

"No, take your clothes off here...now," Desire stated.

I did what he stated. I took off all my clothes. I ripped them off actually. I was butt naked in front of him. I watched as he examined my body. He looked me up and down.

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked.

I was so desperate. I had dreamed of this moment but every time I thought about it, I was always the one dominating Desire. It was never the opposite way around. Things had completely changed however though.

"Lay down," he told me.

I literally fell on the floor when he told me to. My dick was still standing though. It stuck up high above. I watched as Desire was in between my knees.

"Fuck...that feels so good."

He was using his tongue. He was moving his tongue higher and higher in between my thighs. I watched him at that moment. He blew between my legs sending a cold breeze into the area. I could feel him getting higher and higher.

I could feel my mouth water. I was looking down at his juicy lips.

I couldn't wait until those lips were wrapped around my dick.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked me.

"Yes...god yes..."

He grabbed my dick all of a sudden and then I noticed something. The knife. THE KNIFE THAT WAS ON THE FLOOR WAS GONE!
Desire had the knife in his hand all of a sudden.

He had the knife pressed against my dick.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time too," he stated, pressing the knife up against the shaft of my dick, "You've had this coming...for such...a long time."

"Oh my god!" I started panicking, "Oh my god! No! No! Please don't do it. Please don't fucking do it!"

He was going to hack my dick off!

He was really about to hack my dick off!
I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Footsteps came running up the the steps. Craving, Allure and Urge were standing behind Desire. They were watching as he was on all fours between my legs. There was his knife at my dick.

"Don't do it, Desire," Craving was saying, "This isn't you. Desire don't..."

Urge didn't seem to notice. I wondered if he got some satisfaction out of this. I wondered if he got some satisfaction knowing that Desire was about to chop my dick off. He wasn't smiling but he wasn't making an attempt to stop him either. He was just standing there watching. He was fucking watching this!

"Craving is right."

"He killed Grayson!"

"You don't know that," Allure stated.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Desire asked her, "Who else would have done it?"

Silence.

There it was. Allure's eyes looked over at Urge. No one caught it. No one caught it. I caught it though. I was watching. I was watching Allure look at him just for a second and in that very second Urge stopped breathing. He held his breath.

He was nervous.

Allure struggled before saying, "I don't know. I'm just saying...don't act without knowing the full details..."

She did know. She did fucking know. My brother was holding his breath. That had to be it. My brother was the one who did it! It all made sense now. My brother was the one who killed Grayson...

They knew about it. They all fucking knew about it!

They were all putting this on me but it was Urge. Urge killed Grayson.

Urge all of a sudden felt it necessary to diffuse the situation, "Desire. He's not worth it. Baby come on. Please..."

Desire was shaking. He was crying. He was emotional over the loss of his old fiance. I watched as Urge walked over there and actually comforted him. He was getting used to the comforting shit. Desire was giving me this sickened look even as Urge peeled him off of me.

Desire was really about to cut my dick off over this lie.

 

 

"How is he?" I asked my grandfather.

"Stable...he'll wake up. Just a matter of time. His body is just getting over the trauma," my grandfather stated.

"That's good news."

I was in the room with my grandfather and Love knocked out laying down. Urge had probably attempted to kill him. That was what he was regretting in the backyard. That was why he was panicking. He knew that Love was going to wake up and Love was going to expose everything.

Desire would leave him.

But if Urge betrayed Desire, Desire wouldn't be able to trust again.

It would just make it so much harder to get to Desire.

No...I couldn't let this happen.

"It's almost that time," my grandfather stated, "You should disable the tracker again..."

My grandfather was always good with that. It was almost like clockwork. He would always remind me to disable the tracker.

"What's the point? He hates me..." I stated.

"You talking about that boy Desire that you are so in love with?" Grandpa asked me.

"Yeah..."

I had told him how I felt about Desire a million times. Grandpa was the only one I had to really talk to. He was a kind man. He was a gentle soul and he talked a lot.

"Young love..." he stated.

"He hates me. He loves Urge."

"Well why is that?"

"I don't know...Urge is like his hero or something," I stated shrugging my shoulders.

My grandfather nodded, "Well I don't mean to meddle in young people's business but sounds like he needs a hero. Maybe you can be that for him. You know? Maybe you can save Desire and he might like you like he does your brother."

I laughed, "So simple to you huh?"

"Listen. You've been talking about this boy for 6 years. I've know more about him then I need to know in a lifetime. I'm just offering advice. It doesn't have to be difficult."

I thought about it.

The old man didn't know what he was talking about. Or did he.

"A hero..."

"Yep. Maybe disabling the tracker will help."

"Yeah...um...yeah I'll go do it now."

I walked out of the room.

I walked to my bedroom where I had the device that would disable the tracker. If I didn't disable it every 24 hours the Assembly would know where to find us. I thought about it.

No.

I wasn't going to disable it.

Desire needed a hero. I knew what I had to do now. I have to save him. I had to let the Assembly track us down.

They would find us in the woods!

I had to wait until all his friends died!

I had to wait until Urge died!

Then I had to save him. Just like Grandpa said. Then I'd be his hero.

 

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