This starts out in Eric's POV. It switched halfway through. Again, I didn't label it-but you can tell which is which easily. I usually start out with either their names or something similar so you can tell who is leading that part.

I wanted to clear something up about the last chapter. This sort of explains why he was so distant with her. For one thing, he doesn't understand his feelings. He's still confused-he just doesn't do that sort of stuff, he doesn't know what to do. Besides that, there is a little bit more but that's actual plot so you'll have to wait for that to be revealed in whatever chapter I decide to do that in. Will it be this chapter? I don't know. Will I give you a part of it but still be slightly vague? Probably.

This is rated M for a reason: strong language and sexual content.

Characters may be ooc at times! Just a fair warning.

I do not own Divergent or any related characters or situations!

Enjoy! :)

The meeting with Max went rather well. He accepted Tris' proposals and seemed to be really proud—beaming at her, eyes crinkling at the edges.

Eric's heart swelled with pride as he remembered how strong she was—sitting up tall, words slipping smoothly from her lips. It had really turned him on—her composure.

He was sitting at his desk, now—eyes on her as she worked in her office. She was fiddling with paperwork—face intense as she focused.

He glanced to the clock. 11:17. They had thirteen minutes before they had to leave the compound and head to Erudite.

Erudite, he thought—jaw clenched. Jeanine had gone into Tris' apartment—eyes watching his every movement. He sighed. He shouldn't have put an arm around Tris' shoulders, but he knew how much she needed him—even if she didn't know herself. His mind whirred back to last week, when Jeanine had called him—her voice urgent.

"My plans are going well, Eric. Soon everything will be put into motion." She quirked an eyebrow, her lips dragging up. "I hope you know where your loyalties lie."

He narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"

She shrugged her shoulders, leaning back into her chair. "I just hope you know what side of the fence you're on." He grunted in response, mind too scattered to form words. "I heard you were spending time with our favorite Abnegation transfer."

"I'm training her." He hoped she didn't notice the shudder that passed through him. He didn't want Tris on Jeanine's radar anymore than she already was.

"I know that." He quirked his eyebrow but she moved on, not missing a beat. "I heard you've been paying a little extra attention to her. More than what's needed to help her become a leader." He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "Don't ruin this, Eric. My plans are perfect. I don't need you getting in the way of things. I don't need to persuade you, do I?"

He took a shaky breath—forcing a calmness to wash over him. "That won't be necessary."

A grin slithered across her lips. "Good. I would hate for something to happen—I need her right where she is."

He couldn't trust his voice to not quiver in anger—simply nodding to her before turning the computer off, fingers digging into his desk.

He skimmed his hand on the brim of his desk—feeling the indent of his fingertips in the wood. He looked back up to Tris—her small frame working diligently. He had tried to stay away from her, hadn't he? He rolled his eyes. He was too selfish to stay away from her. She intoxicated him—lulling him in deeper with every little thing that she did. He was doomed.

He glanced to the clock again and scoffed. "Tris, we should go," he called as he stood up from his chair. "The Erudite frown on tardiness."

They walked through the building, Eric leading the way. His feet walked the familiar path to Jeanine's office—Tris just a pace behind him.

"Can I help you, Sir?" A small voice sounded to his right.

He glanced at the girl—brown hair up in a bun and black frames around her eyes. "We're here to see Jeanine."

The girl opened her mouth to speak—freezing when he glared at her. "It's okay, Shannon, let them in." The girl, Shannon, nodded softly before allowing them passage.

Eric grunted, keeping his icy gaze on Shannon until the office door shut behind them.

Jeanine was behind her desk, hands folded over the glass and a smile on her lips. "Please, sit." She nodded to the chairs in front.

Eric sat down first, Tris following suit. He noticed Tris' hands fidgeting and he wanted to slip his hands over hers. Instead, he turned his attention back to Jeanine, ignoring how her eyes went back and forth between them.

"You wanted to hold a meeting with us?" Eric asked, voice laced with annoyance.

She smiled coolly. "Yes." She flashed her eyes to Tris. "I have to say, I was surprised when you chose leadership."

Eric's eyes darkened as he watched the exchange—how straight Jeanine's face was as she spoke.

"I was hand-selected, I was told." Tris' eyes narrowed slightly and Eric glanced to her. He wondered how much she knew and how much she suspected.

A smile spread across Jeanine's lips—all teeth. "And you seem to be doing exceptionally well. Whoever hand-selected you must have seen a great potential in you." Tris nodded, hands starting to clench by her sides. "As you know, Beatrice, Erudite and Dauntless work very closely together. Do you know why that is?"

Tris stiffened at the mention of her whole name. "Erudite provides the serum that puts us through our fear landscape."

Jeanine smiled—eyes gleaming. "Very good. Our relationship is a bit more than that. In fact, all of the factions work together—in harmony. It's quite amazing to see five different sections work together even when they're so vastly different." Her eyes drifted away—deep in thought. She shook her head slightly, her smile returning. "There is, however, something trying to disrupt that harmony. Destroy it, even. Do you know what that is?"

If Eric's eyes weren't already pinned on Tris, he would have missed the small shudder that passed through her. He bit his tongue—hoping Jeanine's eyes didn't pick up on it.

"Divergents."

"Yes, very good. Divergents are ruining the faction system." She narrowed her eyes. "Do you know why that is?"

Eric sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He was already done with this meeting. He had been done with it before they even boarded the train. Tris and Jeanine both glanced to him briefly, eyebrows raised. He shrugged his shoulders before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Divergents know they're in a simulation." Eric's eyes snapped to Tris. Where did she get that information from? "So that means they can manipulate the sim. They don't really belong anywhere." Eric faced forward—putting his face in a neutral expression, hoping Jeanine would assume he had told her those facts.

Jeanine leaned over her desk, grinning from ear to ear. "Absolutely. And because of this—we need to seek them out. Every last one of them." She eyed Tris for a moment before continuing. "As a Dauntless leader, you'll be tasked to help with this mission."

Tris nodded slowly, casting her eyes up to Eric once before looking back to Jeanine. "Are there specific procedures on catching a divergent?"

Jeanine blinked a few times. "There are. Eric knows them and will train you in what to do should you find one." She leaned back in her chair, eyes scrutinizing Tris.

"Will that be all, Jeanine?" Eric asked, not bothering to hide his frustration.

"You may leave now."

"Thank the Gods," he mumbled under his breath, Tris' eyes flashing to him.

"I wanted to thank you for your cooperation, Beatrice. This coming year's initiation will be made better because of you," Jeanine called from her desk as the pair were walking through the doors.

Tris flinched, eyes narrowing before a neutral expression took over. "It's not a problem, Jeanine. We need to uphold the faction system—doing everything within our power to do so." She smiled, the grin not quite reaching her eyes. Jeanine beamed back at her—eyes focused. "Also, my name is Tris. Not Beatrice." she called over her shoulder before the doors shut behind them.

Eric walked next to Tris, watching the nerves leave her body as he placed a hand on her back. "You handled that well."

Tris leaned into his warmth, nodding slowly. She opened her mouth to speak but froze—eyes glancing to their right as they reached the bottom of the steps.

"Beatrice?" a boy called—his hair darker than Tris' but he had the same eyes.

Tris averted her orbs and kept walking. The boy narrowed his eyes at where Eric's hand and her skin connected. Eric glared at him, smirking as the boy shuffled back a few paces.

"Your brother?" he asked as they boarded the train. She nodded in response—eyes looking out at the city. "I wanted to ask you how you know so much about divergents." That was subtle.

She flinched—fists clenched. He snaked his hands up her body, pulling her into him. He needed her to settle in the warmth he radiated—drawing strength from him. He kissed her temple as he felt her relax into him.

"I was informed about them."

By who? He wouldn't ask that, though. It was one thing for her to trust him with her own life—if she did. It was another to trust him with someone else's life. "May I ask why?"

He felt her shudder—skin tingling under his fingertips. He turned her around, hands caressing her face—eyes locked on one another. "I think you know why," she said—voice breathy and strained.

He took a deep breath and nodded. He couldn't tell if he was trembling because of her own vibrations or from the fear that was swirling in his stomach. Words died in his throat but he didn't need them. Words weren't enough right now—not for this. Instead he captured her lips in his—soft lips molding to one another.

It was short and sweet—their promises on their lips. She smiled slowly—arms wrapping around his neck. He crashed his lips to hers once more—hungry.

His hands found her waist and she was pinned to the wall of the car—her legs wrapping around him tightly.

He nipped her lower lip and she opened her mouth—a small moan escaping. He shoved his tongue through—tasting every inch of her.

Their tongues swirled together as his hands cupped her ass—pulling her flush against him. Raking her nails down his back, she moaned into his mouth. She rubbed her heat over him—grinning at how he shook beneath her. He growled at her. "Don't start something you can't finish."

She kissed down his cheek—nipping along his neck. "Who says I cant?" Her tone was light and innocent as she took his earlobe in her mouth—nipping the flesh and darting her tongue out to play with his gauge.

He growled again, gripping her tighter. "You're going to be the death of me."

Tris was laying back in the chair of the tattoo parlor. Max and Eric stood on either side of her. Jax and Kara stood in the corner—giving her a thumbs up and beaming bright smiles.

"I thought you were going to wait until this coming week?" Eric's voice was rough but Tris caught the worried tone that he usually kept hidden so well.

"I want this."

Max nodded his head and stepped forward. "She's already said her vows, Eric—I think the girl deserves her tattoo."

Christina stepped forward, smiling mischievously. "I can't believe I'm giving you your leadership tattoo."

"Where do you want it?" Tori stood to the side—eyeing how Eric's hand encased Tris'. "Kara has hers along her back."

Tris shook her head. "No. I want it on my neck."

Eric's eyes gleamed with something—pride. He smiled broadly and Christina drew closer to Tris.

"This is going to be so bad-ass."

Will cocked his head to the side as he walked up behind Christina. "I thought you said the leadership tattoos looked stupid on their necks?"

Christina froze—Max and Eric's eyes sending daggers her way. "I don't know what you're going on about Will."

"You said that the neck tattoos looked weird—gross. But if it's on Tris it's okay, because she's your best friend?"

"Are you trying to get me killed? Don't you have your own work to do—in the control room?" Christina narrowed her eyes at him as everyone began to laugh.

"I was just joking, Chris." Will said as he snaked his arms around her.

"It was stupid. Besides, I thought you Noses don't joke."

"I'm Dauntless, now." He winked at her as she rolled her eyes. She kissed him softly before turning back to Tris.

Eric rolled his eyes and kissed Tris on her temple, still unsure of public affection. Max shook his head and nodded to Tori. "Put it on my tab, Tori."

"I can't accept that, Max."

"It's Dauntless tradition for the leader to pay for the leadership tattoo of the new leader."

"Thanks," she said, eyes gleaming.

"I'm proud of you," Eric whispered against her skin—reveling in the small shudder that passed over her.

Tris was standing before him—a smirk playing at her lips as she watched him squirm against the restraints.

Eric was in his boxers—arms tied behind him. He watched her intently—taking in deep breaths.

She moved slowly—removing her top first. His eyes traced her hips as she shimmied out of her shorts. He groaned as one hand massaged her breast through her bra—pinching and probing. The other swept down her body gingerly—playing with the material that covered her heat.

The fabric fell from her body and his eyes latched onto her naked form—swaying her hips as she circled him.

"You're not being fair, baby." His voice was barely a whisper—his eyes darkening.

"How so?" she mused, nipping at his ear.

He leaned back into her but she pulled away—circling him once more. "I want to touch you—I want to feel you. But you won't let me." He puffed out his lower lip.

She smiled at him—her hand caressing his face. He sighed, reveling in the touch—lips pulling down when her hand left.

"All in good time, baby."

"I'm not very patient," he growled—eyes flashing.

She beamed at him—hovering over him, her breasts just out of reach of his hungry mouth. "It's a good thing you're not in control right now."

He grunted as she shimmied over him—her fingertips dusting over his skin, his muscles rippling in response. She smirked at how his body reacted so strongly—her barely even touching him.

She grasped his boxers and worked them down—painfully slow. He bucked his hips to rid himself of the material—his erection springing free at last.

"Please, don't tease me," he moaned—eyes watching her every movement.

She raised an eyebrow. "No, I think I will tease you." She leaned in closer to his ear—his mouth seizing the opportunity to latch onto her neck—teeth grazing her skin. She moaned into him—his lips smirking on her skin. "I think you want to be teased, Eric. I think it turns you on to have someone in control—pulling your strings." Her lips puled back as he shuddered beneath her. She leaned away—a mock pout forming on her lips. Her fingers graced over where he had attacked her neck. "That was very naughty, Eric. I might have to punish you for that, later."

His body shook as she lowered herself—tongue flicking down his body. He bucked his hips up to her when she kissed his head—tongue darting out to the tip. Her hands grasped his thighs and pushed down—holding him in place. Her eyes flashed up to him—deadly. He drew in a shaky breath and steadied his heart.

Smirking, she took him into her mouth slightly—tongue swirling around the head. She felt him quiver beneath her—restraining his hips from pushing up.

She licked up and down his shaft—tasting him. She blew cool air over his tip—his eyes falling shut and lips parting slightly.

Tris then took him into her mouth fully—relaxing her throat so she could go deeper. She alternated between sucking and swirling her tongue—feeling the way his member pulsed in her throat.

She locked her eyes on his as she worked up and down—slowly. She saw the desire blow his pupils out—arms shaking to be set free and let his fingers grip her hair.

She smirked against him before quickening her pace—watching his head fall back, her name on his lips. Her fingers massaged his balls softly—going back and forth between sucking hard and fast and swirling slow and gentle.

She moaned against his member as she felt him tremble inside her—his breathing becoming more erratic. She gave him a few more hard sucks—tongue tasting every inch of him before withdrawing completely.

He sucked in a deep breath—eyes flashing back to her. He opened his mouth but she held up her hand, silencing him. "I'm in control," she demanded—his eyes becoming even darker at the strong tone of her voice.

"Baby, I'm so turned on right now and so close—I just—I can't—" he was rambling on as she sank onto him.

A guttural moan sounded low in his throat as she rocked onto him—setting a slow pace.

He bucked his hips up—thrusting into her, but she slowed her pace even more. She quirked an eyebrow as he growled. "You need to give up your control—I set the pace. If you disobey me, I punish you." She stilled on top of him and he groaned. "Do you want to be punished?" He shook his head with as much fervor he could manage. "Do you want to be rewarded?" Her lips dusted over his. He nodded slowly—a soft moan escaping him as she slammed back down on him.

She moved on top of him—her head leaning back and her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was moaning violently as she shook on top of him—nails dragging down his skin. He growled in response—goosebumps following her fingers as one hand went down to her clit.

She massaged herself as she rode him—core unraveling. She tightened her walls around his throbbing member—crying his name as she came.

She slumped forward—her forehead resting on his as she continued to move. She smiled blissfully as she crashed her lips to his—tasting of sweat and passion.

Tris woke up panting—her thighs slick. She cast her eyes to where Eric was sleeping—one arm beneath her neck and the other draped over his face.

She moved slowly, being careful not to wake him. She smiled softly as she moved down—hovering over his semi-hard member.

She looked back up to him—watching his face shift in his sleep. She lowered herself before taking the tip of his member in her mouth.

She glanced up to him as she swirled her tongue around. She licked him down slowly—watching for signs of him waking up. Relaxing her throat, she took him in her mouth fully—moaning softly at how his penis twitched in her mouth.

She sucked and licked—watching as his lips started to part, sleepy grunts falling out.

He bucked his hips up softly and she went faster—her fingers going to massage his balls.

His moans sounded more awake now as he stirred beneath her. "Is this real?" he asked, voice raspy.

She smirked against his skin as she worked up and down—eyes locking with his. His fingers grasped her hair—pushing her onto him. He was moaning softly—panting her name as he bucked his hips up. His member trembled in her mouth—the vibrations reaching all the way down to her core.

She swallowed his spurts as he came—licking his twitching member.

"There was no way you were ever a Stiff," he murmured—pulling her up to him, their lips molding together.

She straddled him, rubbing her hands over his chest. "I wanted to wake you up," she said innocently—smirking at how his eyes began to darken once more.

"It's a hell of a way to wake up." He caught her lips in his once more—tongues dancing together. "What did you want to wake me up for?"

She smiled devilishly—her eyes gleaming. "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Was it a sexy dream?" She rolled her eyes before attacking his neck—teeth gracing his skin.

She hovered by his ear—tongue darting out to flick over his earlobe. "It was. And I want to try it."

She pulled back and he looked at her—pupils dilated. "And what is it that you want to try?"

"It involves a chair and some restraints." She smirked at how he shivered beneath her, breath hitching in his throat. "But, I might also want to include a blindfold."

He groaned as he rolled them over—pinning her down. He shook his head. "You fucking kill me, Tris."

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