All characters from Divergent belong to Veronica Roth as well as all characters from Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing except my version of events.

Chapter 13 On your Knees

Do you ever think that sometimes you're living in a dream, or that the reality you are currently living in is the alternate universe of the original plot?

Well it feels like I've hit that place, because nothing is what I thought it would be.

Watching Peter and James pack their things and leave Dauntless seems so surreal. With the way my life was going I figured I would have to, at the very least, endure one more confrontation with James before I'd ever get the chance to witness his demise. But it never happened.

Eric had made sure of it.

Right after our meeting with Max, Peter had been arrested and questioned by our own Dauntless leaders, but after hours of interrogation Peter refused to give up the identity of the third assailant. I had to wonder if James was holding something against him, some kind of secret that would be worse than becoming factionless. But nothing they did made a difference, Peter had remained the tight-lipped fool he'd been from the start. Fed up with not receiving answers, Eric had convinced Max to call upon the aide of Candor. After all, their faction's dedication to discovering the truth would be invaluable. As a matter of fact, Candor's final initiation test forced all potential members to receive the truth serum before they were accepted as full-members. For them, lies and deception had led to our past's demise and therefore valued trust and honesty in its people. Max had been hesitant to take that step, Dauntless rarely called upon the help of other factions. If anything we were the ones who were often called upon to provide assistance to the entire city, but Eric persisted, and Max had ultimately agreed in the hopes that this would deter other faction members from committing the same crime.

And so, Peter had been sent to Candor this morning, forced to take the truth serum. And it was then it had been discovered that James had been, in fact, the third assailant. As a result, James had been submitted to the same fate. Arrested, sent to Candor to receive the truth serum, and had admitted to not only his part on the attack on Tris but also admitted to being the mastermind. With further questioning, it had also been discovered that James had also been planning another attack on me for the night before the final testing.

They say, 'The truth will set you free', but in this case, the truth had sent them to the factionless.

After the attack on me at the wall, Max had made it clear he would not tolerate another attempted murder and he had followed through. But kicking them out of Dauntless hadn't been enough for our fearless leader. Angered by having to ask for Candor's help and for his words to have been broken so deviously by two potential members had propelled our leader to take drastic measures. Publicly shaming them by parading them around our faction as a warning to all faction members to not make the same mistake.

All members of Dauntless were currently gathered around the pit, our eyes focused on our leader as he gave his speech:

"It is a shame to be forced to repeat myself, but after recent events, it seems like I must. As both initiates and members, I expect you all to live by the ideals our forefathers have established for us. I am deeply ashamed of what has transpired over the course of initiation, and I hope that shame has been felt by all of you as well. A slight to our faction is a slight to us all. We dutifully celebrate the death of our people, the strength found in searching for a life past our world to a place none of us are brave enough to willingly go until our bodies live out the course of life they were granted. But in light of what has transpired, we will not hold Al's death in high esteem. He ultimately broke our rules and cannot be celebrated as one of us. In the history of Dauntless, it has never happened before, and I expect this to be the first and only time that it does. Remember: We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. Let this be a lesson to us all."

Everyone hollered out their agreement with our leader, stomping their feet on the ground to signify our unity and our promise to stand together as one.

"Dramatic, isn't it?" Tris commented next to me.

"Is that your personal opinion? Because I believe that's the least they deserved."

She turned pensive at my words and then nodded her head in agreement, "You're right. They should've cut off an appendage to go along with the banishment."

I threw my head back and laughed, "Well, look at that. You've been exposed to me, not even a full day, and you're already turning into a bloodthirsty demon. Don't make me too proud." I joked.

She laughed too, nodded at me one last time, and proceeded to move closer to her own group of friends. I was trying my best to like her but so far I was barely tolerating her. Though comments like the one she'd just made helped a little. But if I were being honest, if it weren't for Tobias, Tris would be just another initiate with no impact in my life whatsoever.

"Is she still trying to be your friend?" Alice asked from my other side.

I arched a brow in interest, sensing her annoyance over Tris and I's more frequent interactions since everything went down. "Are you jealous, Alice?" I asked instead, slipping my arm through hers in reassurance. "Because you know no one could ever replace your wit and bitchyness, not when they rival my own. Besides, she's only thankful I saved her life." I reasoned indifferently.

I'd warned Tris to keep her distance from me, at least for a while. We couldn't pretend to be buddy-buddies all of a sudden when I've been talking shit about her since the beginning of initiation. She hadn't really gotten the hint and neither had Tobias, practically forcing her on me with each pleading look he sent my way. It was so irritating, but I guess when my brother was in love he also lost his mind and sanity along with his heart.

"You're right." She said happily. "I am irreplaceable."

I rolled my eyes at her confidence but smiled nonetheless, it's one of the things I loved about her too. I had to admit I also found it funny that she felt threatened by Tris. I mean I guess I understood it. She didn't know I was being forced to accept her because of Tobias… though some days I wished I could tell her the truth. I was hoping that I would get the chance to after initiation was over. I both dreaded it and looked forward to it simultaneously, I knew she would be furious that I hadn't been honest with her from the start. I just hoped she would understand the circumstances and forgive me for lying to her about something this big.

"We're heading for the pit. You guys want to come?" Felix asked us. They'd announced that though we wouldn't be celebrating Al's death tonight we would still be having a celebration as a form of cementing our unity as a faction. Really, it was just an excuse to drink and have fun, which I didn't really understand the need for because there always seemed to be a party at the pit on a daily basis anyway.

"Sure." Said both Alice and Jared meanwhile I just shook my head.

"I'll go later. I feel like I need a shower and a nap before I can take on a party. I'll catch up with you guys later though."

They all nodded, not bothering to question me except for Jared, his eyes lingering on me for a second longer before he too followed after our friends. I felt slightly guilty at the moment. This morning, I'd pulled him to the side to let him know I wanted to break our sexual relationship. He hadn't been happy about it, but he'd agreed nonetheless. Really, he had nothing to argue against since he'd agreed to my terms from the beginning. I also felt slightly guilty I hadn't told him the real reason for my sudden change of heart. I hadn't lied to him but I also hadn't told him the truth. I just didn't think he needed to know, nor did I want him to start questioning my secret lover's identity, it would be a complete disaster if he did and I needed to keep Eric as my dirty little secret.

Pushing thoughts of Jared from my mind I made to leave making my way to the chasm to head into the member's apartments. I looked up to the leaders' balcony, where they always stood united to make announcements and made eye contact with Eric. He was currently engaged in conversation with Max and Tori, but I threw him a sly little wink before I disappeared from sight. I sneaked into the stairwell like I usually did and climbed up the stairs, except this time I kept going, passing the fourth floor. Once I reached the sixth, I peeked over the side of the door to make sure no one was in the hallway. Assuring myself the coast was clear, I slipped into Eric's apartment. I flipped the light switch by the door, turning the lights on and taking my clothes off as I went, leaving a trail behind me leading to his bedroom. I hoped he wouldn't take long to catch up because honestly a nap didn't sound so bad right now, and his bed was a lot more comfortable than the ones we had back at the dorms. I knew he wouldn't be long though, I was sure he'd run his ass over here as soon as he got rid of Max and Tori.

I crawled into his bed and laid on my stomach, closing my eyes and relaxing my body. I could already feel myself getting wet at the reaction I was sure to extract from him at finding me in this position. I made it my mission to have him begging for me whenever possible, finding it a form of being on an even footing, when he managed to seduce me most of the time. When I said I wanted him on his knees, I wasn't lying. Something about having Eric, the ruthless leader of our faction begging to fuck me made me feel powerful. It was an intoxicating feeling.

And just as I'd guessed, moments later, I heard his front door open and close. He paused at the door before the sounds of his footsteps increased as he got closer to his bedroom.

"Fucking hell." He groaned out.

I flipped my hair back to look over my shoulder, throwing him a dirty little smile and taking great pleasure at his awestruck expression. Sex really could bring any man to his knees.

"You took too long." I complained, playfully swinging my legs up behind me.

He was transfixed at the sight of me, still standing at the doorway to his bedroom, until I leaned up on my hands and knees and spread my legs out for him to see all of me.

He released a growl mixed in with a groan and attacked, moving so fast I barely caught the sight of him as he crawled onto the bed behind me and dropped onto his back, pulling me down to sit on his face. I moaned and sat up, grinding my sex onto his mouth as his tongue delved deep inside of me. I threw my head back and moaned, grasping onto my hair and moving my body up and down eagerly. I'd never tried this position before but it was exhilarating. I was melting on top of him and nothing in the world could ever stop me now. He moaned along with me and I felt it spread through my body, forcing me to look down, but when I did our eyes connected immediately. He was watching me intently, his burning gaze letting me know this was the best view he'd ever seen. It was magical, even when he slid his tongue higher, ending his penetration but instead lapping at my clit with his tongue and lips.

I closed my eyes and dropped down to my hands again, losing the strength to keep myself upright as I was now shamelessly grinding my sex onto his tongue, not caring for a single second whether he could breathe or not.

"Eric." I mewled, feeling like I was about to burst into a million different particles that only he would be able to put back together. He would too, just to watch me break over and over again. "So close." I gasped, throwing my head back and panting up into the skies. He dug his nails into my thighs, releasing a loud, albeit muffled moan that pulled forth my orgasm. I yelled as it took over my body, my movements becoming sloppy as my hips kept moving to keep me from falling down from heaven, but then his tongue was suddenly gone, and I whined in complaint.

Which quickly vanished as I heard the zipper of his pants, and felt his rough hands savagely pulling my hips up to get me up on my knees again. And then he slammed into me.

"Fucking hell, Bella." He growled fiercely, his hips pumping behind me. I could still feel my insides quivering through my last orgasm and I knew he felt it too. His nonstop groans and tightening of his fingers on my flesh a clear indication.

My breath left my body in gasps as I was forced to grasp tightly onto his blankets to prevent myself from falling forward.

"So good, Baby." He moaned behind me, "So fucking hot and tight." He growled out in between clenched teeth.

I was beyond reasoning at this point, I don't even know how I managed to hear his words as my own world fell into an abyss of pleasure. I wasn't quite sure if my first orgasm had ended or if it was still going, because by now I was screaming unintelligibly. I was sure none of it made any sense... Why was I even trying to form words?

There was no need for them. All I had to do was hold myself in place, but it was becoming extremely hard to accomplish with the viciousness of his pounding on my body. I could distantly hear the slapping of our flesh melding into the cacophony of noise we were both creating. I was sure he was trying to split me in half. There was no other answer as to why he was currently pounding so hard into me. My hands lost the grip on his covers, I was starting to fall forward, but my hands instinctively reached up to place them against his wall.

He grabbed onto my hair, wrapping his wrist around my dark strands and pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at him. "Do you feel it?" He gritted out as we connected eyes. I knew what he was referring to, I could feel his cock getting impossibly harder, announcing his impending release.

"Yes!" I screamed back. I wasn't quite sure how I'd even managed that single word out.

"Milk me, baby." He both pleaded and ordered. "Milk my cock inside of that tight little pussy of yours."

And I did. His words broke everything inside of me. I screamed so loud I feared my voice would become hoarse, but somehow I still managed to hear him joining my scream as he too let go. His chest pressed down onto my back, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me in place, forcing me to receive every drop of him.

Completely spent, Eric lost his strength and dropped down on top of me, forcing me down onto his mattress underneath him, unable to keep his weight up along with my own. I could feel his harsh breath against my ear.

Funny how I didn't even care I couldn't breathe quite right with his weight on top of me, but with the fucking he had just given me I was sure I'd have a hard time breathing either way. Lucky for me Eric sensed I would soon pass out for lack of oxygen and he shifted to his side, taking his weight off of me but pulling me along with him to keep me pressed up against his chest with his cock still inside of me. I didn't bother to complain. My body felt like jelly, and I was still trying to come back into my body.

"I knew giving you my apartment code would be a good idea." He finally commented after some time.

I chuckled but didn't turn back to look at him, still leaving my eyes closed and savoring the relaxed feeling running over my body.

I felt him lean slightly away from me, and then he spoke again, "When did you get this tattoo?"

"The day we got the final scores for phase one… did you not notice it the first time?" I asked in confusion. It was pretty hard to miss.

"I saw it, but it was my first time fucking you after waiting for so long I didn't bother ask."

"Hmm." I hummed in response, not really knowing what to say to that. I'd never admit I'd been waiting just as long.

I felt his fingers lightly grazing over my tattoo, tracing it delicately as if he would mistakenly erase the image from my body. I resisted the shiver his gentle touch evoked in me. "It's amazing. Who did it?"

"Jacob."

"Jacob your instructor?" He asked with clear surprise in his voice.

"The one and only."

"So he saw you half naked?" He asked, sounding not at all happy at the idea of it.

I snorted and finally turned to look at him. "Kind of. Though he's not the only one who's seen me half naked… or completely naked for that matter."

He frowned at my tattoo but his eyes shifted up to my eyes. "Did you fuck him too?"

He did NOT just say that.

I rolled my eyes and got up. "Not your business if I did or not Eric. I'm not about to give you a list, just like I would never ask you for one." I said in annoyance.

"I'd tell you if you wanted me to." He said, as if that would make me tell him mine.

I glared at him as I moved to retrieve my clothes. "Way to ruin my fucking mood." I said, slipping my underwear on and picking up my bra too. "We're not in a relationship so what the fuck does it matter?"

He stood up still fully dressed, the only thing off from his appearance was his zipper was still down and his member was still hanging out. He didn't look bothered by it either as he grasped onto my arm to prevent me from escaping into the living to retrieve the rest of my clothing.

"Where are you going?" He asked in anger.

"Away from you." I said shortly.

"Stay."

"No." I said just as quickly. "I told you to stay on your knees for a reason, but apparently I wasn't clear enough." I argued, pulling my arm away from him, so completely done with this conversation. Why did we need to talk? Why couldn't we just fuck and go our separate ways? We weren't even friends.

"Ok." He said dropping to his knees and pulling my hips to his face.

"Eric." I warned but he didn't listen, instead he ripped my underwear completely off of me and slid his tongue along my slit. Forcing a shiver out of me.

My body gave in immediately.

He smirked up at me and moved, standing up and picking me up from the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my head to the side to give him more room to kiss along my neck.

I heard him open a door and then a screech of metal and I opened my eyes to find myself in his bathroom. I pulled away and arched a brow at him in question.

"We need a shower. Trust me, Baby, you're gonna love taking showers with me after today." He warned with a wicked smile as he unwrapped my legs from around his waist to set me down into his shower.

How he managed to set the perfect temperature while his mouth had been busy kissing my neck I will never know, but it quickly slipped from my mind when he pulled his t-shirt over his head. I silently watched, leaning my back against his shower wall as I watched his hands moving to remove the rest of his clothing. I was suddenly glad I hadn't left.

He moved with precision, purposefully flexing his chest at me, his hand pumping himself and forcing me to stay in place just to get a taste of him. And I desperately wanted a taste, but I had told him I wanted him on his knees. If it were to be me instead of him, I'd lose the power in this situation.

I'd rather die sex deprived first before losing the upper hand. I needed him to submit to me. To accept my terms of this arrangement because I needed to stay in control. It was the only way that I felt comfortable doing this and I think some part of him knew that… the sane part of my brain wondered why he would acquiesce so easily to my demands when he could have any other girl on her knees following his every command.

But none of it mattered at this point as I watched him enter the shower with me. The water droplets trailing down his perfect physique as he looked down at me. He was tall, not as tall as Zeke but I was sure it was only by an inch or two. Still I knew he could easily physically overpower me. He had more experience fighting than me and he could probably kill me in a second but not a single part of me feared him. Instead, my lower belly churned in anticipation. Without saying a single word he dropped to his knees and looked up at me, still moving his hand along his member.

I was transfixed.

"Do you want me to taste you, Bella?" He asked.

I nodded, feeling suddenly speechless at the sight before me.

He lifted his free hand up, gliding up my left leg until he reached my lower hip. He slipped his thumb into my folds, swirling it over my clit once before stopping.

I bit my lip, still unable to look away from him.

"I need to hear the words." He commanded.

His firm command brought me back to my senses then, and I refused to be told what to do at the moment. I needed him desperate for me, not the other way around. "I don't want you to just taste me, Eric. I want to watch you devour me while you pleasure yourself." I ordered instead.

His breath left his body and his hand froze in place, I instinctively forced him to do my bidding, slinging my leg over his shoulder and pulling his face into my dripping pussy.

His tongue instinctively lapped out and he moaned, feeling my hand grasp tightly onto his hair as I ground myself onto his face. His eyes were shut with an absolute blissful look on his face, like there was nowhere else he would rather be than here.

"You can't come for me if you don't move your other hand, Eric." I panted out.

He didn't open his eyes as he followed my orders. Instead, they squeezed tighter as his hand moved hard over his member. I moaned at the sight, my breath leaving in pants as I watched him do all the work. Literally, all I was here to do was to watch and feel, nothing more. Maybe someday, when we fully established the parameters of our affair, I would reciprocate the gesture, but now was not the time. Not to mention, a part of me was still angry over his questioning. The only thing that kept me here was the promise of great pleasure, and he needed to complete that promise until I was satisfied.

He moaned deep in his throat, and for a second he stopped, his movements losing the rhythm he'd created, but as I watched him come apart in his hand, I quickly figured out why. And for some reason, watching him come just at the taste of me broke the tension in the pit of my stomach and I moaned out my release, the water soothingly hitting our heated flesh as we rode the waves of our pleasure.

I dropped down onto his lap, not able to help kissing him fiercely, wrapping my arms around his neck and forcing my tongue into his mouth. He gladly opened up for me and I could taste myself on his tongue, my face smearing with my own essence that had been left on his face. But it didn't matter. We were in the shower anyway, and it would all wash away eventually. He kissed me just as passionately, his hands roving over my skin until they settled in my hair. We pulled away only to take a breath and he finally oppened his eyes, a smile playing at his lips before he spoke again.

"Can I wash your hair or will you walk out of my apartment thinking I've crossed another line I wasn't aware existed to begin with?" My eye twitched at his question and he chuckled lightly, "I'm kidding, fucking relax already."

I rolled my eyes. "You're so annoying."

"I haven't heard that one before. I've been called mean, evil, and variations of the same word but never annoying." He responded.

I rolled my eyes again. "Were you planning on washing my hair sometime today, or will you keep making nonsensical statements that will continue to make me roll my eyes until they get stuck that way and prove my mother was right all along?"

His mouth twitched with a smile as he reached up, taking his shampoo and squirting some on my head. He was such a dude.

I snorted but closed my eyes, not wanting to get the product into my eyes. I could already tell this shower was going to be a journey. I felt his hands on my scalp then, weaving his fingers into my hair to lather it. I was surprised he remained so quiet, not that I complained. I felt him lift me up onto my feet. I felt the urge to open my eyes but resisted the temptation as he moved me directly under the water to wash away the suds.

"Jesus, Eric. I'm about to drown." I complained, rubbing my hands over my face to wash the suds off enough to open my eyes and move away from the water.

"Sorry." He said, looking a little bit lost. "I've never washed anyone's hair before."

"No way, I would have never guessed!" I said in pretend surprise, closing my eyes to dip my head back into the cascade of water to get rid of the remaining shampoo myself. I heard him huff in complaint but didn't say more. Once that was done, I opened my eyes, looking to him only to find him watching me in fascination. His member already hardened and twitching at me.

I giggled at his expression and he snapped back into reality when I dangled the soap in front of his face. He moved to lather my body next, taking his sweet time, going over every inch of my skin and turning me over to get the rest, I let myself lean back onto his chest, letting my eyes slide closed. I was relaxed but I was also completely aroused, enjoying the feel of his hands gliding smoothly over my skin.

"Eric." His name inadvertently slipped out of my mouth.

His breath hitched, and his heart pounded erratically against my back. His hands glided up to my breasts, massaging them over and over again even while we both knew they had more than enough soap. He shifted his body under the water taking me with him to remove the suds and then he moved like lighting, pushing me forward, my front pressing up against his shower wall. "Say my name again." He ordered, but it sounded more like a plea as he said it so lowly into my ear, almost breathlessly.

"Eric." I moaned a little louder, nudging my behind into his more than hardened erection.

He released a breath along my ear lobe as he prodded my legs apart, pulling the lower half of my body slightly away from the wall and dipping low to slide his member into me.

We both groaned at the action. My hands plastered onto the shower wall as he started to move.

"Heaven. Every. Fucking. Time." He said each word followed by a thrust, intertwining his fingers into mine against the wall. His hips diving into me.

I moaned at the feel of him inside of me, consuming me and making me feel only wonderful things as he penetrated me. It was glorious. I wanted him to do this forever, to fuck me for all of eternity. It would be so worth it.

"Faster." I whined.

Without a word he plastered me against the wall and his body, leaving my legs dangling above the floor as he fucked me into the wall. Our hands intertwined together tightly as we both chased the high we could only achieve with each other.

A little voice in my head screamed intimacy, in warning, but I ignored it, preferring an orgasm over everything else. But it had been a weird thought, along with the untold knowledge that Eric wouldn't be able to fuck anyone else but me. I didn't expect him to be monogamous, we weren't in a relationship, but like me I just couldn't picture myself continuing to fuck Jared knowing it would pale in comparison to what Eric could make me feel. Somehow I knew he felt the same way, I didn't need him to tell me to know it. A part of me hated that I was pleased over the fact. Not that I would ever admit it to him, it was already enough that I was admitting it to myself.

"Come for me, Bella. Let me feel you come with me." He begged and I did. Releasing all the worries for the moment, my mind drowning in the abyss of pleasure Eric always conjured within me.

He stiffened behind me and released, his drawn out moan echoing inside my brain endlessly.