A/N: Eric's POV, all the dirt, all the dark. Enjoy!
"Fuck off," I grumble, torn from sleep by my fucking alarm blaring. Swinging blindly, I smack it off the nightstand and it mercifully shuts up.
"Eric." Comes a whiny female voice beside me. Fuck, forgot about her.
"Get outta here, Dana."
"It's Desiree, asshole!"
"Whatever, get out." Bitch was starting to piss me off, she's lucky she gave good head.
Muttering under her breath, Dana or whatever her name was got out of my bed, started gathering her clothes. Sitting up against the headboard, I lit a smoke and watched her. She had a good body, but her voice got on my nerves. Suddenly I was tired of watching her. "Hurry up!"
"Fuck you!"
"You wish, get out."
Still swearing, she finally left, slamming the door behind her.
A headache was pounding behind my eyes, fuck; it's initiation day and I'm fucking hung-over. Four's going to be even more annoying to deal with.
I stub my goddamn toe on the way to the bathroom and seriously contemplate just going back to bed. But no, I'm a leader, Dauntless' youngest leader ever, I gotta set a good example. Mumbling under my breath, I find some aspirin in the cupboard and swallow it dry. Fuck, that's gross. Turning the shower on just shy of boiling, I strip and step in, letting the hot water loosen the knots in my back, the scratches that bitch left sting like hell, but it was worth it, ain't had fun like that in awhile. My hair's getting long, I should stop by the barber before heading into the office.
Five minutes later, I'm out the door. My uniform is pressed and immaculate, and I know it looks good tight on my muscular frame. I'm an asshole, but the bitches are willing to look past that because of my body.
Good, Audrey's working today, she's the only hairdresser here that knows what the hell she's doing. Seeing me, she manages a genuine smile; I tip her well to stay on her good side, appearance is important as a leader, I can't afford a shit haircut.
"Hey, handsome." She drawls and I disguise my sneer with a smirk. As if, you're old enough to be my mother.
"Morning, gorgeous." Two can play that game.
"The usual?"
"Do your worst." Closing my eyes, I relax, knowing this will be the only time for the rest of this fucking day it's going to be quiet enough for me to hear myself think. I'm nearly asleep again when Audrey touches my shoulder, and I fight the instant impulse to smash in her nose. I look at my reflection and manage a half-smile.
"Looks good."
Yawning, she passes me the payment tablet and I tack on a generous tip before entering my points code. Showing her less than stellar teeth with a wide grin, she thanks me and I grunt in return. Time to go to work. Late this afternoon, the new initiates will be arriving from the Choosing Ceremony. Last year, Four and I both waited at the net for them, and Max was up on the roof, but this year it's me up there, and Four catching them at the bottom. This'll give me a chance to size the new blood up.
A mountain of paperwork waits for me when I enter my office, and I can't help but grimace. Being a leader definitely has its perks, but fucking paperwork isn't one of them.
Hours later, I look up. I have just enough time to grab something to eat before heading up to the roof to meet the new initiates.
I hear the train, and the initiates yelling, before I see it. Chewing the last of my sandwich, I step up onto the ledge of the roof, putting myself a good three feet higher than I'd normally be, the better to intimidate the little fuckers. Clasping my hands together, I wait. As the train passes, people throw themselves out, some landing gracefully, most not. Most laugh as they roll around, some groan. I wait until no one else leaps from the cars, and the train has passed, before I speak.
"Alright, listen up!" I bellow. Heads swivel in my direction and the masses start moving towards me. "I'm Eric. I'm one of your leaders."
As I speak, I scan the initiates. Most are Dauntless or Candor and Erudite transfers. There's one Abnegation and holy shit! There's one Amity transfer, and she's fucking hot, but there's more to her than that. I can't stop myself from hitching my gaze over her. She's got the most beautiful face, and a rocking body; but her hair is something else. Vibrant red, long and thick; instantly I visualize wrapping it around my hand and pulling her head back as I fuck her from behind. STOP IT! If I wasn't so used to maintaining a bored, expressionless face; I'd give away right now just how much the banjo just affected me, and that's dangerous. I pull my gaze away and continue speaking.
"Someone's gotta go first. Who's it gonna be?"
The stiff and banjo trade glances and the stiff surprises the fuck outta me by calling out. 'Me.' Seriously? Her and the banjo step towards me. I can't stop myself from studying the redhead, the fox, as the stiff climbs up onto the ledge. She's even hotter close up, but, again, there's something more; some glint in her mysterious eyes, the set of her pouty lips, I don't know; but I've never felt this way around a girl before. I don't know if I should kill her or fuck her. She looks my way and I hurriedly look away. The stiff is still standing there.
"Today, initiate." I sound bored, good.
The stiff jumps, and without looking back at me, the fox steps up and jumps too. Good, I can breathe again. I turn to the rest of the initiates with my brow raised.
"Really? You let a fucking stiff and banjo go first?"
I leave as soon as I hit the net after the last jumper. Four and Lauren are already talking to them, splitting them up into transfers and Dauntless born, and I'm done for the day. Good. I need to get away from that girl. I can't explain the effect she's having on me and it's making me crazy. There's something about her. As I walk down the corridor to the mess hall for supper, my inner self calms down enough for one word to rise to the surface. Mine. She will be mine.
I stay mostly out of sight on the balcony as Max speaks to the new initiates at supper, I can see the stiff, sitting by Four with that mouthy Candor, and the fox. Fuck, she looks even better in Dauntless black, that sweet ass straining tight training pants, that fucking mane of hers thick down her back. She watches the proceedings carefully, not missing anything. My cock gets hard just watching her.
She fills my dreams that night, writhing beneath me, on top of me; sucking my cock and spreading her legs wide for my mouth and tongue. I spill in my sleep like a teenager and love it.
She's there the next morning, looking surprisingly alert compared to the other initiates. Four starts explaining the basics of initiate training and I work hard to keep from staring at her. As usual, Four gets half the shit wrong and I have to correct him, smirking at the thin line his lips make; I piss him off to no end. Good. I'm the leader here, not you.
It becomes apparent early on that the fox, who I've learned to my amusement is actually named Fox, is easily one of the most promising initiates, shocking for an Amity. There's a toughness to her, a take-no-shit attitude and standoffishness that sets her apart. It doesn't diminish my lust for her, it fans it; but something happens as I watch the training continue, day in and day out.
My feelings towards Fox morph. Change from simply wanting to fuck her to wanting to get to know her. She draws me like a moth to a flame, and I'm helpless to resist the pull. It scares me and pisses me off at the same time. Getting attached to a chick is just asking for trouble. I want to be attached to this one. I want to be the one to hold her, kiss her, fuck her. I want her to be mine. I've never felt this way before and I don't know what to do. Just watching her in training isn't going to be enough soon.
I wander the corridors at night. Sleep has never been easy for me, but it's even worse now that Fox haunts my dreams, taunting me with that body, teasing me with her fuck, her everything.
Then, there she is, sitting at the Chasm. I freeze, then creep closer to her. I can't stop looking at her. I'm within a dozen paces of her before she stands and notices me, rips a fucking dagger out and points it at me. My cock gets hard even as my eyes narrow and I say.
"Initiates aren't allowed weapons outside of training."
She sizes me up. "Good thing you didn't see anything then." She replaces the blade in her belt and starts walking towards me. I step aside but I can't let her leave. I grab her and slam her back against the rock wall.
"What the hell is your deal, Banjo?" What I really mean is 'why do you affect me this way?'
She says nothing, just tips her chin up at me. My cock twitches.
"Well?" Frustrated at her, at myself, I slam her back against the wall again.
She waits, and I drop my arms. Finally, she speaks.
"You have access to other faction's files?" She asks bluntly.
"Maybe."
"If you really want to know why I carry a knife everywhere, go look up Amity's files from seven years ago."
What the hell does that mean? Did someone hurt her? I'll kill them! She huffs and moves to leave. I don't want her to, not yet, so I shoot my arms back up and pin her back to the wall. She struggles briefly, then relaxes when she realizes I'm stronger. She looks at me, the ice in her eyes chilling.
"Why don't you just tell me?" My voice is soft, I don't recognize it as mine. I move my hands to the rock wall. A thousand thoughts flash through her eyes. She licks her lips and I'm gone. I can't stop from dropping my eyes, my heart races and my breathing gets heavy as I think about kissing those lips. Fuck, I want to so bad. I drag my eyes back up to hers and see that she wants to kiss me too. My lucky day. I lean towards her, fighting to keep from throwing her to the ground and taking her right there. She closes her eyes just as our lips touch and a fucking jolt goes right through me. I close my eyes, let her pull my head closer, slick my tongue across her lips and groan deep in my chest when she opens her mouth. I touch her face, tighten my arms around her. It's too much, I've never felt this way before. A kiss has never stolen my heart like this before. I pull away, panting, rest my forehead against hers, just breathe the same air for a minute, trying to calm my racing heart. I'm rock hard in my pants, straining for her. I open my eyes, she's looking at me. I brush my lips against hers again, but she pulls away.
"I can't." She whispers, then runs away; leaving me standing there, my chest heaving. After she disappears, I collapse against the wall, my legs give out and I slide down to the ground. My heart is pounding, I'm panting; I'm so fucking stiff it hurts. I'm in deep fucking shit. I'm in love.