A/N: First of all, I'd just like to say a huge thank you to all of the support I received for the first chapter! I never imagined it would go down that well, so I decided I'd try my hand at a second chapter! I really hope you guys enjoy it; either way, any and all feedback is appreciated, so please let me know what you think! Again, depending on how this goes, I might add to it later on.

Shout out to a couple of my fabulous friends who helped me write a few bits I got stuck on and also had a read before I published, you have them to thank for the final product! Also shout out to anyone reading this that knows me irl and is still my friend lol, you guys are actual angels.

Big ol' smut warning – you probably know that already and it's most likely the reason you're back for chapter two, but you have been warned. Rated M for a reason.

Characters may be OOC at times (maybe).

I (sadly) don't own Divergent or any of the characters.

Here goes, chapter two!

"Eric wants to see you in his office. What did you do?" Christina sat down on the seat next to Tris. "And where were you last night?"

Tris froze. She hadn't spoken to Eric since what happened a few days ago. She had spent the previous night at Four's apartment after she was attacked by Peter, Drew and Al. He had cared for her, giving her his sweater and sleeping on the couch so she could have his bed.

"I better go and see what he wants," Tris said, avoiding the questions. "Wish me luck."

Reluctantly, she made her way from the cafeteria to his office. It wasn't that far to walk but she dragged it out, walking as slow as possible, dragging her feet against the stone. Her heart pounded as she paused in front of the door. Eric was a dangerous person to be mixing with because of her Divergence, yet she couldn't stop her growing anticipation to see him again. She had avoided his intense stare in the training room, in the cafeteria as she picked at her food, in the hallways as they passed each other. This could be about anything. A leader requesting to speak to her didn't feel like a good thing, especially this leader, especially after what happened. There was also the issue of her fear landscape results. Her time was so much faster than the other initiates; if he worked out she was Divergent now then that was it. After a minute or two of deliberation – and also letting her heart rate steady – she knocked the door.

"Come in."

She stepped into his office and his eyes immediately fixed on hers.

"Take a seat."

She shut the door behind her and nervously stepped into the room, placing herself on the edge of the chair opposite him. Her back was rigid, hands placed carefully in her lap.

"I heard there was an incident last night. I heard you were attacked."

She let out a breath that she didn't realise she'd been holding in. She hadn't expected him to ask about the attack, but it was better than asking about her fear landscape results.

"Yes, but I'm fine."

"Good." He rose from his chair and walked around to stand in front of her. He leant back, somewhat casually, against the desk, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the desk either side of him.

"What happened after the attack?" His eyes trailed down her body as he thought about the last time they spoke, as he thought about her body pressed against his, begging him to let her cum.

"Four protected me…" She answered, choosing her words carefully before she said them. "He didn't think I should go back to the dorm after that."

"Four," Eric raised his eyebrows. "So you went to his apartment?"

He stood up and walked to the door where he turned the lock, making his way back over to Tris and standing behind her. She could feel his body close to her back, just lightly brushing against her hair. Her mouth ran dry, he was so close.

"Did he touch you?"

"No."

"Did you want him to touch you?"

She shook her head and felt his hand trace up her back and along her shoulder, before gently moving her hair to one side, leaving her neck exposed. He leaned down, closing the space between them, his breath hot against her skin.

"Is this your sweater, initiate?" His voice was low in her ear.

"No," her voice came out as a whisper.

"Take it off."

Lifting the material over her head, along with the shirt underneath, she handed him the sweater, which he tossed into the corner of the room.

"Stand up."

She rose to her feet at his command; a fire burned inside her, desperate for his touch against her skin. Her eyes fell shut as she listened to his breathing behind her. She felt his fingers undo the delicate clasp of her bra with ease, and let the black material fall to the floor.

A loud bang on the door made her eyes to snap open, and instinctively run to gather her clothes. Their eyes met, panicked. A half-naked initiate in Eric's office would not look good for either of them.

"Under the desk," he whispered before making his way to the door to unlock it. She positioned herself in the space under the desk, her back pressed against the cool surface.

He opened the door to Four's stern expression.

"What do you want?"

Pushing past him, he made himself at home in the chair opposite Eric's.

"Come on in, why don't you? It's not like I'm busy or anything." He slammed the door and quickly sat down opposite him, wheeling his chair close to the desk to conceal the bulge in his pants.

"What would you do if you heard that some initiates attacked another initiate last night?" His head tilted to the side, eyes watching for Eric's reaction.

Tris placed her hand carefully on Eric's thigh from under the table and ran it up his leg, stopping next to his growing erection and causing him to take a deep breath.

"Well, it'd be the second attack in your group. Considering the Dauntless-born initiates have had no such issues, I'd say it looks pretty bad on your behalf."

She eased her hand over the bulge in his pants and very slowly rubbed him through the material.

"You're the one who made the changes, who created so much tension between them that they're attacking each other. This is all on you." He noticed the muscle in Four's jaw contract as he gritted his teeth.

"Competition creates tension, Four. It's normal to expect that tension to be released, one way or another." Eric spoke easily, lightly, which obviously pissed him off.

She pulled the zip down and released his cock from the material, placing her hand on his balls and massaging lightly.

"Now get out." Eric cleared his throat and tried to keep breathing normally. Four clenched his fists.

"You expect me to just leave it at that?"

Her tongue ran up the length and swirled around his head. He clenched his teeth and did everything in his power not to moan, sliding his hand under the desk to rest on his thigh, his nails digging into his skin through his pants.

"I expect you, Four, to listen to your leader. Unless you want me to report that you obviously can't handle your initiates and suggest you should be removed from your post?"

She took more of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue more as she moved. Without thinking he laced his fingers into her hair and pushed her into him, making her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat unexpectedly.

Eric let go of her head and coughed aggressively, an attempt to hide the noise from under the desk.

Four eyed him suspiciously, but didn't question the sudden coughing outburst.

"You'd be down an instructor before the training is finished."

She continued to run her mouth along his cock from under the table, her hand slipping down her own body and pushing under the fabric. Her underwear was soaked, and her fingers slid easily inside her.

"So what? You'd be easily replaced." He needs to leave. Why is he still here? "I'd take over the training myself."

Four scoffed. "Wouldn't that be great? You in charge. You wouldn't even need to make any cuts, they'd all be dead."

"Watch yourself, Tobias," he spat, "Careful how you speak to your superior."

Under the table, Tris's tongue trailed over his balls as she set a fast pace with her hand over his cock. His breathing grew shaky, intoxicated with desire; the teasing was bringing him close to the edge.

"Are we done here?"

Four shook his head and gritted his teeth. He knew there was nothing else he could say to him to help the situation. If he pushed it further, Eric would go to Max and ultimately end up taking over the training.

"We're done." He stood up from the chair and glared at Eric before eventually leaving.

Eric pushed the chair back away from the desk and looked down at Tris, still hiding. Her hand was still buried in her underwear as she watched him watching her.

"Go and lock the door and then get over here."

Obediently, she crawled out on her hands and knees, stopping between his legs and letting her breasts brush against his dick as she pulled herself up, before turning the lock on the door.

"We have to be quiet," He said. His office was a risky location to be doing this but he couldn't resist her.

She turned to face him, eyes dark with lust, and pushed down her pants and underwear before kicking them to the side. Slowly, teasingly, she strolled back to him, keeping their eyes locked. He kicked off his pants as she reached him, placing her knees on either side of him on the chair, straddling his lap. Hooking her fingers under the hem of his sweater, she lifted it over his head and undid the buttons on his shirt, letting her fingers brush over his length as she reached the last button. Eric's breathing was erratic as she pulled off his shirt.

"You ready?"

"I need you, Eric."

He gripped her hips forcefully, guiding her down onto his cock. She adjusted to his length before moving steadily, gradually getting faster. His hands roamed up and down her body, his face buried in the soft skin of her chest as they moved together.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he placed his fingers on her clit, applying light pressure as their speed increased. Her nails raked over his back, leaving red scratches. She rested her forehead against his and caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from moaning louder, squeezing her eyes shut.

His mouth pressed to her neck, biting the delicate skin and then soothing with his tongue. His hands gripped her hips as he shifted in the chair and pushed her deeper into her, making him groan. Her mouth had parted slightly as she lost herself in the sensations. More little moans fell from her lips as she struggled to stay quiet.

"Turn around." He breathed as their pace slowed.

She lifted herself and let his length slide out of her as she turned, letting her body rest on the cool surface of the table.

He smacked her pale ass cheek as he stood up, making her inhale sharply. His hand left a pink mark on her skin.

"That was for earlier, under the desk. Touching me like that with someone else in the room. Naughty girl."

His fingers trailed from her ass cheek down her thighs, and very lightly over her clit. He smacked her once more, the sting of it making her throw her head back, before he dropped to his knees and placed his mouth against her, running his tongue over her lips and down to her clit before swirling his tongue there. Her soft moans filled the room as he licked faster, her legs starting to tremble as her orgasm built.

"You're not to cum yet," He breathed against her.

Pushing himself up from his knees, he grabbed her hips and thrust inside again, before pulling her up against his chest by her hair. Her moans grew louder. Wrapping his hand around her mouth he whispered low in her ear.

"How many times, initiate?" He thrust harder with each word. "Quiet."

She could barely respond as she started to unravel, the warmth building inside her, threatening to overflow. She fell weak against his chest, as he brought his hand down to her clit and rubbed fast to match his pace. She clamped down around him as her heart pounded and her eyes fell shut, fire consuming her entire being. His breath hitched at the sensation of her core tightening around his cock and he moaned her name in her ear as his body shuddered against hers, releasing inside her.

They stayed that way for a short while, letting their breathing steady, before gathering their clothes.

As she was starting to get dressed, his hand caught her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"What do you think you're doing, initiate?" He said as he zipped up his pants. His tone was teasing, playful. "They are definitely forbidden. I'm afraid I can't let you leave here wearing them."

He took her underwear from her hands before she could put them on, and slid them into his pocket. The corners of his mouth lifted as he watched her pull up her pants over her bare ass, the marks of where his hands had been still visible.

"Now get down to the training room. Four will be dying to see you, especially in his sweater." She fastened the clasp on her bra as he spoke. "Unfortunately for him, you're gonna be wearing mine."

He handed over his and watched as she pulled it over her head. It was bigger than Four's, covering her hands completely and stopping almost at her knees. Not practical for training, but Eric loved seeing her in his clothes. It was subtle enough to let her out into the Dauntless compound, but just enough to hint that she belonged to him.

She smiled at him before she left, closing the door behind her and walking down the hallway, heart racing at the thought of what had just happened. Eric was dangerous; if he found out about her then she was dead.

And yet, she couldn't stop.