Hey, so this will be mature with sexual content and strong language. I'm not sure where this will end up in the long run, but I have a general outline. If you have ideas, throw them my way! I'm new at this fanfic thing so please cut me some slack, Lovies. :) I'm also new at lemons (is that what they are?) and smut stuff but I'm shipping Eris so hard it hurts sometimes. Characters may be ooc. Slightly AU, war may or may not happen. haven't decided yet. If it does, it's gonna be way after than it does in the books/movies. Characters look like film versions. Here ya go, Loves. Reviews make me happier than Dr. Cox calling J.D. a girls name and going on a long hate-rant. :) Enjoy!


Tris was squinting her eyes in the darkness, holding her breath as she takes a tentative step forward. Then another. She froze when she felt strong arms snake around her waist and pull her back.

She let out a squeaking gasp as she tried to fight back—but her arms wouldn't punch and her legs refused to kick. She was spun around and pushed back into a cold, hard surface—the arms leaving her waist and pinning her to the wall.

Fear swelled in the pit of her stomach and she opened her mouth to scream but her voice refused to work for her as well. In the darkness,she thought she could see the stranger smirk. She felt his hot breath tickle her ear and pelt the nape of her neck.

"I never knew a stiff like you would be into this," the gruff voice purred.

His arms slithered up her body and the fear she had felt had shifted—tension boiling within her core. His mouth was on her neck—moving down slowly, leaving a warm trail down to her chest. Her breaths were short and shallow as she worked her hands into his hair. She gasped a little as her fingers picked at hair—causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. She didn't gasp from the pleasure, though. Her fingers grazed his hair again, trying to prove her mind wrong. Her fingertips danced on the soft hair that bristled on the top of his head and felt how closely shaven it was on the sides.

He started to nip at her neck as her fingers darted out to his face—trying in vain to not find the eyebrow piercings that sent shivers down her spine.

"Eric?" Her voice was breathy and not at all what she had intended. She was afraid, wasn't she? Her mind whirred in different directions as his mouth attacked every inch of her skin—igniting her.

She felt him grin against her skin as he kissed along her jawline—dusting over her lips. "Do you want me to be slow and gentle?" The darkness started to ease as her eyes adjusted and she could barely make out his strong features and piercing gaze. He grasped her thighs and hoisted her flush against his body—pushing his prominent erection into her belly, causing a moan to rush passed her lips. "Or do you want me to be rough?"

He took her lower lip between his teeth and bit down, his tongue soothing the nip soon after. She moaned low in her throat and that was answer enough because he soon had her bracing herself against the wall with both hands while he worked. First her shirt was torn off of her—shredding and being tossed somewhere. His calloused hands massaged her breasts, eliciting a soft moan. "Stop teasing, Eric," she warned—her mind wondering when she had gotten so bold.

"No bra, baby? Naughty girl," he whispered in the crook of her neck as his fingers pinched her nipples until they were red and hard. His soft lips peppered down her neck as his hands worked lower. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off slowly, kissing down her body as he did so. He smirked as he felt her shiver at his touch. His fingers danced between the material of her underwear and her sensitive skin—ghosting over her heat and smirking at how she squirmed in front of him. She glared at him over her shoulder and he grinned wider as he slid the material down to her ankles. She kicked them away and frowned at the momentary loss of body-heat.

"I want you now, Eric." Her voice was strong and demanding. She noticed how Eric's pupils blew out even more. Smirking, she watched him remove his vest, revealing his toned body and abs. Tris started to rub her thighs together to get some friction as his pants slowly slid to the floor—his erection standing strong against his boxers.

"Turn around." His face was serious—deadly. Her core tightened at the dominance he displayed. She faced the wall once more as she heard a quiet thump as his boxers hit the floor. His big hands grasped her waist as he used his leg to spread her knees apart more. She bit her lip in anticipation. His lips were close to her ears and his breath tickled her skin. "I love you," he whispered as he thrust inside her. She gasped and braced against the wall as he draped over her back and moved inside her. The pleasure was building inside her as his fingers found her clit and stoked her sensitive flesh with each thrust. She was screaming his name and he was kissing her neck as her world melted.

Her walls tightened around him as she came closer to the edge. He told her to let go for him, and she did. She shook in his arms as she came—knees turning to putty and her core unraveling. He came after she rode out her high—moaning her name and turning her around to kiss her on her lips.

She was wrapped up in his arms as her mind grew clearer. Her mouth dried up and her heart was beating frantically. I love you?


Tris awoke with a start—her heart was beating against her chest and she couldn't catch her breath. She glanced around her room—eyes falling on the sleeping body next to her. She took in his dark, shaggy hair and the beautiful ink decorating his back. Four, she thought fondly as she watched him shift in his sleep—arms pulling her closer. It was just a dream, she thought. A seriously messed up dream, she concluded. It's okay. I hardly see him now that initiation is over. Maybe I won't have to see him ever again. That last thought was foolish, but if she didn't have to see him often then this whole mess could fade away.

It didn't take her long to get ready and soon enough she was out the door and headed to the cafeteria. After grabbing a tray, she plopped down beside Christina and Will—Four joining soon after.

Tris felt a hand nudge her shoulder. Looking up, she noticed Christina wore a worried expression.

"You okay, Tris?" She asked between bites of her muffin.

Tris shook her head slightly—trying to clear away the fog. "Yeah, Chris. I'm fine." She noticed how Christina's eyebrows went up. "Just worried about picking our jobs tomorrow." It wasn't entirely a lie—but not the reason why she was indisposed at the moment.

Christina seemed to buy it and launched into a discussion with Will about what jobs they should get. Tris tuned them out almost immediately and chewed on her muffin idly.

"You sure that's all that's bugging you, Tris?" Four whispered.

Tris's eyes snapped to him and she shivered involuntarily—remembering how Eric's voice had whispered in her ear and sent tingles down her spine. He raised his eyebrow and she cleared her throat quickly. "Yeah. I—I'm fine." He opened his mouth but before he could speak a cold voice was gripping her attention.

"Tris, can you see me in my office, please?" His voice was gruff, as usual. His face was devoid of emotion—he looked bored. Tris must have stared too long because a smirk slithered across his face. "Don't undress me with your eyes, Stiff. Or else Number Boy would get some ideas."

She felt Four stiffen next to her. She cleared her throat and looked back up at him. "What?"

He rolled his eyes. "My office, now. I don't have all day." He grumbled something else under his breath as Tris started to get up and follow him out of the cafeteria. She was so focused on the broadness of his shoulders and size of his biceps that she didn't notice Four following them. She blushed at her thoughts and the boldness of her wondering eyes and stared at the floor as she followed the Dauntless leader.

Eric opened the door to his office and waved Tris in. She stopped when she felt a hand on her wrist. Eric quirked his pierced eyebrow as Four stared him down. "She's not going anywhere with you. Alone."

"Four, you have no authority here. Now let go of your precious girlfriend's wrist so we can have our little chat." He seemed agitated, more so than usual, and Tris didn't want it to get worse.

She wriggled free from Four's grasp. "I'll be fine, Four." He clenched his jaw and stood there a few more moments before stalking off.

Tris sat down in the chair across from his desk as he closed the door and walked around to the other chair. He leaned back and clasped his hands over his stomach—raising his eyebrow as he watched her eyes flicker down his body. "Do you know what job you'll be choosing?"

She blinked a few times as the question registered in her mind. "No, not really," she said—her voice meek. She mentally kicked herself for sounding so weak. He shouldn't intimidate her anymore.

He smirked at her and leaned over the desk—closer to her. "Max seems to think you'd be fit for a special position. Congratulations Tris, you've been selected to be a leader in training." She stared at him without saying a word and he went on. "There will be a whole process and more training—physical training and training on the protocols and procedures, but—"

"But how does the process work? You select me and I'm automatically made leader?"

He glared at her for interrupting him but seemed to miss the added curiosity she kicked herself for having. "Normally you would go through tests with a few other candidates and we would select one. But you're being automatically selected because of reasons." He narrowed his eyes at her as she opened her mouth to speak. She clamped her lips shut and shifted uncomfortably under his glare before he continued speaking. "As I was saying, you'll need to train physically and learn how things are handled here and you'll be under the latest Dauntless leader." She released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding when he continued to speak. "Which would be me. Looks like we're going to spend a lot of time together, Stiff." He let a wicked grin slither across his face. "I guess I can't call you that because you're really one of us now, huh? Anyway, at choosing—should you accept—just nod to me."

He nodded to her, releasing her from the small meeting, as he fiddled with the papers on his desk. She slowly got up and placed her hand on the knob. She paused—lingering by the door as memories of her dream crawled into the forefront of her mind. She remembered his hands on her, his lips on hers, and his hard member pulsing inside of her. She felt a warm wetness pool in her lower region when his deep voice called out to her.

"Is there something that needs my attention, Tris?"

She turned around and then felt the heat creep from her neck to her cheeks at the realization that his question was innocent and stemmed from the annoyance of her still being there. He quirked his eyebrow and something flashed across his features—an expression Tris couldn't place. "No. Sorry."

He rolled his eyes before returning to his paperwork. "Then get the fuck out of my office."

She rushed out and closed the door behind her. Bracing against the cold steel of the door, she caught her breath. She was going to be a leader. If I want to. But of course she did want to. She wanted to make a difference for the better and save other initiates from what had happened to her. I'd be spending every day with Eric. The notion both excited and alarmed her. How would she get over the dream and constant thoughts of him that seemed to plague her today if she saw him every day and had to interact with him? Maybe it was just a one time thing and it's out of my system? She bit her lip and tried to weigh the pros and cons of each choice until she realized there was no choice. Letting out a sigh, she returned to her room.

The shower stopped running a few minutes after she entered. Four emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist and water droplets trickling down his skin. She hated that the sight didn't give her butterflies in her stomach or elicit the same reactions that the dream of Eric had. He noticed her staring and blushed slightly before smiling at her. When she didn't return the smile, his face grew serious.

"Four, we need to talk."


Sorry to end it there, but, it felt right. ;) Lemme know your thoughts, comments, and concerns.