#allegiant

The air was cool, refreshing, even if a little moist. Damp metal railings cooled my elbows, and warm air crackled past my lips. I tapped the joint once to watch ash fall through to the dark void below. I relished in the cool air on my legs and stomach and arms while the smoke warmed my face. I could still hear the faint echoes of the music at the late-open club far away. 

Looking left, then right, each side looked the same. A wirey metal bridge leading across to a tunnel dug into the middle of a wet, cave-like chasm. On one end, silence. A huge, arching hallway leading to acres and acres of underground gymnasiums and practice halls. On the other, the bridge led to a splitting hallway leading to homes, recreational areas, shopping, offices, and most significantly- the far-off lights flashing green and red and purple and blue to the beat of an old pre-war pop song. My head was bobbing involuntarily to its own beat as I watched the tip of my joint light a bright orange in the near-black chasm. 

“What did I tell you tonight?” A deep voice boomed. He wasn’t so much loud as his voice was heavy and projected intensely, making a smile creep up my lips. 

“I was hoping I’d run into you here.” I couldn’t help but look from boot-to-toe through my lashes at the very distinct silhouette approaching. Through the few lights hung far on the cavern walls, I could barely make out the reflection of Eric’s piercings and his entertaining scowl. I took one more hit straight to my throat, my eyes glazed over the dark jeans hanging over barely-visible dark boots, and swiped my tongue across my teeth as the man stomped his pointed eyebrows right in front of my face. I could smell his cologne, the whiskey on his breath, and the perfume I had rubbed off earlier. He nearly had me pinned to the railing. 

“Answer the question.” His voice was calm, strict. 

“You told me a lot of things tonight,” I held the tip to the corner of my lipstick, careful not to smudge the dark red pigment with the burning cone. I frowned a little. “But none of them were that you liked my outfit.”

It was true, the dysfunctionally short leather shorts that barely covered my ass and the cropped tank tied up behind my neck wasn’t usual for the leader to see me in, but I knew what he referred to. 

“I told you, if you were to embarrass me out in public tonight-” I could hear his hands grip the rail and creaking it- pulling himself closer to me, “-you’d suffer a suitable punishment.”

My hands rested carefully behind me, just between his on the cool metal. I was nearly nose-to-nose with the square-jawed, tattooed, gelled-hair man towering over me now. “I didn’t embarrass you, you’re the one who said we’re public now.”

Eric’s rough hand gripped the corners of my jaw with gentle fingers, ones that warned me what was coming. “You’re not going to have that cheeky smile for much longer. You like making a show for everyone rubbing all over me at a party?”

“I didn’t see you stopping me.” I shrugged. He still held my chin in his hands. “Weren’t those your hands all over my ass?”

“Of course they had to see what’s mine.” I felt a hand on my hip, my back shook the cold railing, and Eric’s hand tilted my head up farther. I could see his face just barely in the dark, enough to make out him staring me down with an equally dark smile. “But I am a man of my word.”

“Ooh, a Candor,” I raised my eyebrows up and down. I could feel his body heat sending hot waves against my torso and legs, and the railing behind still contrasted with cold metal. “So, what’s this punishment I’m supposed to be scared of?”

Fingertips pressed tighter against my jaw as I felt Eric’s breath up near my ear. I could help but hold onto one of his belt loops and pull him in tighter. “Now you’re going to give me my own show. You’re going to sit on my face until you cry.”

I felt him smile against my cheek just barely, and I laughed softly. “Yeah, right. Good luck.”

“Oh.” It was filled with mocking sympathy, and he looked me in the eyes from several inches above again. “You have no idea what you’re in for, do you? Be at my apartment at one. Do. Not. Be. Late.”

I smiled again, then nodded. Eric wordlessly turned and walked off. His boots echoed with each footstep back to the rock-solid ground. I waited for him to disappear, dragged another long puff of thick air from my dying joint, and flicked the finished tip down the void. 

I checked the watch on my wrist. Bead bracelets flew across the face. 12:32. Plenty of time. 

The next phase of getting back to the bar, washing the smell off my hands, closing my tab, and meeting back with my friends was a blur of scenes. First I was in the bright-lit tile bathroom, where the LED bulbs reflected obnoxiously off black and grey tiles where drunk party-goers spilled water and drinks. The hallway was filled with dark patches of making out couples, people talking, people crying, and an entrance back to the club areas. Through a set of glass doors, I grabbed the silver handle for balance as I stared out for my group. People I didn’t know, people I didn’t know, people I kinda knew, people I didn’t know. I made my way up to the raised bar area, terribly designed to be up four or five giant black steps on raised platforms. Or seven, I lost count. I closed out my tab, received my points card back, and made one more look for the group I came with. Nothing. I’d see them at work eventually. 

The walk back through the hallways was the perfect time to catch my deep, cool breath and find my footing again. I still staggered slightly through the echoing hall, past the occasional talking couples or chatting smokers. My heeled boots padded gently past everyone, around corners, and past the general residencies. 

I followed my muscle memory back up to Eric’s apartment. Do. Not. Be. Late. was running through my head. My heart was skipping, and my foot almost joined as I smiled a little to myself. Flashbacks and fantasies were running through my head at warp speed while I tried to walk at a normal pace up more stairs and through renovated hallways. 

I stopped at a navy blue door. It was nearly black. I checked my watch again. 12:58.  I pulled my boots back, and tried not to swing around too much. I calmed my lungs to silence my breath. 

I checked the watch again. 1:01. I held my fist up near my head, paused for a few more moments near the door, then finally knocked three times. 

“Open it.”

What greeted me was another dark room. Not nearly as dark as the chasm, but a warmly-lit minimalist apartment with barely any decoration to reflect the soft yellow lamps. There were, however, a couple candles burning on the end tables that had just been lit in the past several minutes. 

“That’s already how you’d like to start this?” Eric sat on a leather black couch across the room from me, stoic and colossal as usual. His spread knees bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle with his arms stretched across the back of the couch. He still stared at me with fire, and I once again looked up and down what appeared to be perfectly-tailored black jeans and a tight black tee that pulled on his bicep muscles and showed off the dark linework on his arms. 

“Like what?” I frowned and shut the door behind me. “You told me to be here, I’m here.”

“Two minutes.” 

“One minute.” I crossed my arms. 

“If you knew that, then you knew you’re late.” His piercings arched up with his eyebrow. “When I give you a command, that’s what it means.”

“Well,” I said thoughtfully, kneeling down towards the edge of the couch. “You weren’t great at getting me to do what I was told during initiation,” I inched closer to his boots on the floor, “You aren’t good at getting me to listen at work, unless I feel bad about saving your face,” I sat directly in between his knees now, “I’m not sure why you think it would work well now.”

Eric grabbed my chin again, barely leaning forward to address me from above. “Because next time you wear those little shorts, you won’t need to shake your ass on me to have proof you’re mine. The pretty red marks will do the job just fine.”

I smiled up at him, leaning my face into his hand as my own hands stroked up the tops of his thighs. Eric leaned down slowly again, until my eyes were half-open and I could just barely feel his lips nearly about to touch mine. My hands reached where the denim waistband dug into his skin, pressing my fingers into him. I felt Eric’s mouth move, and opened to see that plotting smile. I frowned. 

“You’re not getting anything until you pay that late penalty.”

I looked up through my lashes and tried to look innocent, brushing my hands over his jeans more thoroughly. “What will you do to me?”

“Come lay down.” He snapped, pointed up, then at his lap.

I pushed myself up by my arms. “Really?” It was laced with curiosity. 

“Now.” He was nice enough to place one of the black throw cushions where my head belonged, how gracious. He sat back with his open hands. I lied across his lap, arching my back and pressing my stomach against his thighs. I could already feel a hard tent digging against my hip, and bore down as if I was just getting comfortable. Eric gave a swift smack to my ass. 

I laughed softly. “That was kind of embarrassing.”

Smack! My breath caught in my throat. Pain stung my left ass cheek, and a kind of whiny moan escaped. 

“Better?”

“Mm,” I tried not to sound defeated. 

“Take these off.” Eric snapped the leather booty shorts against my skin. He guided my hips up with my hands as I arched up, nearly putting my ass in his face to pull the shorts down and off. Eric did the rest of the work pulling them off my legs. He hummed. He snapped my black thong against my ass. I grumbled. 

“Keep count,” he ordered. 

Crack! 

My butt stung again. Barely above a whisper, “One.”

“I can’t hear you.” 

Smack! The right side. I could kind of whimper a “Two.”

“Get to five.” 

Snap! 

I couldn’t help the soft moan. The hot sting was just barely painful enough to wake up my body, and I could feel even more heat between my legs. “Three.”

Smack! I tried not to wiggle my ass around and beg him to touch me. “F-Four.”

“You shouldn’t be enjoying this.”

Smack! He grabbed my butt hard after the last. 

“Five,” I was still airy and whiny. I pressed harder against his hand on my skin. 

“Aw, you took it so well,” Eric still spoke with almost a condescending tone. “If only this was your only punishment tonight.”

I hummed, starting to grind tiny circles in his lap with my hips. “What do you want me to do next?”

Eric held a handful of my hair and pulled me back. I stared out into the space above his couch and focused on his breath in my ear. “First off,”

Smack!

I yelped. I wiggled my hips around in painful shock of the unexpected spank. I whined at Eric. 

“That was for being late on purpose. Now, I want you naked on your knees on the bed. Go.”

Next thing, I was pushing off my knees to stand up. Now in just my tight top, a thong, and the heeled boots; I paused before deciding to make a show out of untying the bow on the back of my neck as I walked away, pulling the straps of my shirt all the way down before disappearing behind the bedroom door. I was quick to pull off the tiny piece of lace around my hips, untie the boots, and hop up onto the wide grey-sheeted bed to wait. I was brushing my hair out with my fingers and fixing my calf-high socks for minutes before Eric finally swung the door back open. I leaned forward in my W-sit, staring at him up and down as he entered shirtless. 

My tongue swiped over my teeth with every inch I took in of him. Eric’s well-carved muscles were decorated with the most intricate geometric mazes and shapes and designs across his arms and torso, reaching up his neck. I felt a wet spot growing on his sheets as I watched how each part of his body tensed and rippled with each step, down to his unbuckled leather belt. The black denim rested low on his hips and he swung them towards me wordlessly, that intense stare back on me. I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned forward, fighting the urge to grab his waistband and pull him towards me. 

Eric leaned in, so close I could almost reach out to kiss him, and paused with an arched brow. “I thought I said naked?” He flicked my sock against my skin. It made my leg pull out and press me harder into the wet spot. I frowned. “They’re cute, so I’ll let it slide this time.”

“You haven’t told me what you’re gonna do to me.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“If you’d been listening instead of being a brat, you’d know I did.” Eric gripped my face in one hand again, tilting it to the side. “You’re going to sit on my face until you cry for me.”

I laughed like I had for the first time. “Is that a challenge? I’ll bet you tap out before I do.” 

Eric had an evil smile on his face. “You’re not going to enjoy this like you think you will.”

He walked around and flopped on his back next to me, making the bed squeak. Before I could process it, he grabbed my knees and pulled my legs closer. I whimpered as I fell back and tried to keep my balance. Eric pulled my legs over his chest as easily as I was a toy. My brows raised in surprise, not sure how to react. I tried to adjust myself safely on either side of the man’s square shoulders, but his arms wrapped around each leg and pulled me in close to his jaw. 

“Now you sit there and look pretty for me.”

His soft tongue slid up, finally giving me some of that friction I was begging for. I whined when he rode directly over my clit, and then slowly back down over it. I whined again and wiggled around. Eric’s hands gripped harder into my thighs and pulled me down tighter. I tried to calm my breath as I felt his hot tongue drawing firm lines up, down, up, down, up, down. My clit begged for more and cried that it was too intense at the same time. When I bore my hips down, pure pleasure shot up my core. I moaned out openly, and Eric pulled me in further, encouraging me with his hands to ride against his face. His mouth enveloped my pussy, breathing hot air and grinding his tongue hard directly against my clit. My entire abdomen tingled, and I couldn’t help but melt into his arms rocking my hips on beat with his tongue. 

“God, Eric,” I managed before I could get a deep breath. I tried to relax all my muscles and just enjoy the feeling; I knew if I came too soon, the overstimulation would make me lose this challenge. A few soft moans still blew past my lips. 

The rough man below my legs decided now was the time to start playing tricks with his tongue, drawing perfect little circles over my clit and sucking on it and teasing my lips. I whimpered and threw my head back and fell harder against Eric as I was trying to both contain the amazing rippling feeling across the entire central part of my body and savor it at the same time. “Holy fuck, Eric, please, please don’t stop.”

I could only see the upper half of Eric’s square, fierce and pierced face below me, but he looked incredibly focused on the task directly in front of him. One hand trailed down to his perfectly-gelled hair, traced his eyebrow piercings, and rested on his temple as I hummed through the burning pleasure he caused between my legs. 

I was trying so hard not to cum. It wasn’t that I ever had to ask, but if he was serious about going until I cry, that wouldn’t happen until after the overstimulation. I wanted to hold him there forever, grasping hard to my hips to pull me down against his face, playing with my clit with his tongue, moaning and grinding and tingling and melting into his touch before the orgasm exploded. 

“Oh, fuck, please,” I whined like a horny cuckoo clock. My breath was getting faster. I was having difficulty calming it with all the flicking and swiping and licking Eric was doing. He just pressed against my clit so perfectly that I couldn’t hold it in. 

My legs shook and trembled hard. All that pleasure in my stomach exploded and sent fire across my whole body. My head threw back and my eyes got stuck at the grey ceiling. I didn’t even have control of the loud, untethered moans ripping from my lungs. All I felt was hot, wet, blinding pleasure pouring from my folds and spiraling out across my body. One hand was resting back on Eric’s abdomen, the other gripping his hand on my thigh. I briefly wondered if he could even breathe. I was brought back on track by his tongue still dancing across my clit while my legs shook and spasmed against him. 

It was so much. It was so good. I didn’t want him to stop, but every touch of his tongue left me frantic. I whined, wiggled, bucked, twitched, whimpered, and jerked with every bit of friction against his mouth. 

“Please,” I squeaked. The overstimulation was beginning to take over, but I didn’t want to lose the battle. A hitched breath later, I was moaning and whining with my clit throbbing against him. 

He wasn’t slowing down. I felt Eric’s hot mouth still rubbing hard against me, sucking, licking, drawing, grinding against my almost painful pussy. I cried out harder and instinctively bore my hips down more. This only made Eric swipe harder against my clit, completely soaked. 

I leaned back farther, almost completely on his tough stomach now. I rocked back and forth. “Fuck, Eric!” I tried to last longer but my hand instinctively shot against the bed and onto his stomach, ripping myself from his mouth. I laid awkwardly and shakily against his abs, breathing in shallow sobs. I stared up at the ceiling with blurry, white vision, still trembling through every part of my body. I felt one hot tear roll out of the corner of my eye. 

Eric pulled me down closer to his lap and sat up ever so slightly. I still lied back between his legs, barely processing his head leaning down closer to me. His hand turned my face to one side, then the next. 

“What did I tell you?” He said with a cocky smile that just barely traced the corners of his lips. “I guess you’ll learn to listen next time.” 

I whined in response, still riding the serotonin high. I closed my eyes and felt Eric shift, then grab my face again. I opened my eyes to see him directly over me now. His voice was soft as he eyed me, less intensely than before, but with the same hunger. “Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you,” I squeaked softly. 

“You took me so well, sweetheart.” Eric’s hand still gripped my lolled-back jaw, but his voice wasn’t filled with that sense of mocking. “Tell me what you want.”

I gathered the ability to open my eyes and look far up at him, resting my hand over his. I could still see that love of control in his eyes. I reached my face up, close to his. He finally leaned down and let his lips touch mine. It was soft, gentle, a massive contrast to his character. Then, I breathed out, “I want you to bend me over and make me beg for you.”

That plotting smile was back again. “I don’t have to make you do anything, you’ve done that all on your own.”

I didn’t have another chance to respond before Eric turned me over like a toy again. His huge hands grasped my hips and flipped them over, then pulled them towards him. Now in a prone position, I leaned back and let my hips grind my ass against his unbuttoned jeans. He was pressing his clothed boner against my drenched vulva, but then disappeared. Just as I could look back for him, I felt hands grab my thighs and yank me backwards. A quiet yelp displayed my shock as Eric pulled me to the edge of the bed. His repositioning came with an evil chuckle. 

Suddenly, my toes were barely touching the ground. One of Eric’s hands was on my neck, just below my hairline, gently pushing my face to the bed. The other grasped my hip and pulled my ass to him. “Good girl.”

I whined and pressed harder against the jeans I could feel him shuffling off. “Already came, and still so desperate,” Eric hummed. “That’s my good little slut.”

I whined and backed against him harder. His dick now slid against my sore clit, and I twitched. Eric rubbed slow, but hard against my folds. I whined again, grinding to get him to go where I wanted. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” That condescending tone was back. “What’s wrong?”

I groaned and wiggled against him more. “Please.”

“So whiny tonight,” he remarked, still teasing me. “Use your words.”

“Please, Eric,” I added as if that would get what I wanted. 

“Please what?” Eric mocked from behind me. His fingers were gently teasing my entrance, making me somehow even wetter. 

I groaned. “Just fuck me, Eric, for Christ’s sake.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely,” he taunted. 

My breath hitched. The orgasm and soaking preparation I’d had still wasn’t enough to prepare me for the absolute raw force that immediately broke through my body. Eric was big- like extremely big- but I still hadn’t been prepared. I bit my lip and hummed lightly. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head quickly. “Please don’t stop, please don’t.”

I could visualize that evil smile on Eric’s face behind me as he pounded in again. I couldn’t stop the tiniest cry that escaped my lips. He pulled my ass up higher with each stroke, leaving my toes stretching to barely reach the floor. My hands gripped the sheets tighter with each hard hit, feeling his dick stretch my muscles out until they had to relax. Moans and hums brushed past my lips loudly again, and my head bobbed on beat with the creaking of the bed. Each hit to the inside of my walls made me feel like I was just gushing out my juices on him. My vision was tinging white again as he grabbed the hair at the top of my head and pulled back. 

One hand still gripped the sheets. The other grasped his fingers over my ass, bouncing with each slam into me. My legs were shaking again, my hips, my stomach tightening. I became like dead weight, unable to hold my head up without him pulling my hair and unable to press my ass farther against him without his hand to pull me up. The noises coming out of my mouth were ungodly, and I was only encouraged when I heard deep, guttural groans tearing from Eric’s lips. 

“Please, please, don’t stop,” I cried out. My jaw became slack and I lost control of my pleasure-burning body that erupted with waves of warm tingles and violent relief. 

I was broken quickly from my trance when the dick inside me was ripped out, leaving me empty. I heard another hot, dark groan before sputters of wet, warm liquid shot across my back. 

Eric’s hands disappeared for a moment, then was replaced by the feeling of fabric. A towel swiped across my back, and then his hands rested on my hips again. 

“A dog.” she stated the obvious as she moved to sit on their couch.

“Why’s it in our apartment?” Four asked again, looking at her from sitting on the couch.

“Cause he was my buddy on the wall and he became very protective of me.” Y/n explained as she shrugged off her jacket, wincing in pain over her bruises. “He saved my life.”

“What happened?” Four immediately moved closer on the couch upon seeing her arms bruised and her shirt riding up to see more skin covered in bruising.

“I was attacked by a couple factionless trying to go over the wall.” Y/n turned back around to look at Four seeing his face covered with concern and she smiled softly at him. “He saved me. He attacked both men, the one holding a gun at me and the one trying to beat me to death.”

When she finished talking Y/n glanced down at the dog who was sitting by her feet.

“You do that boy?” Four looked down at the dog as well. The dog barked at Four’s question and started smiling, obviously the dog was proud of himself. He should be.

“Please.” Y/n said looking to Four with pleading eyes knowing he’d know what she meant.

“Okay, he can stay.” He sighs conceding to keeping the dog.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Y/n practically squealed, kissing him and pulled him into a hug. The dog sensed Y/n’s excitement and he started wagging his tail happily.

“If he’s that willing to protect you then he’s okay with me.” Four smiles holding onto Y/n’s waist as the dog decides to jump up onto the couch sitting where Y/n had been. Y/n and Four laugh at the dog already making itself at home.

It passed through your mind to just show her, get Four to tell her something is going on in a certain area just to pull him there to fuck you. You passed it through Tori just to make sure, and she said no though, so you decided not to go through with it.

Maybe that’s why you were watching Four fix Tris’ position because she wouldn’t stick with it when Eric did it. It made your skin crawl, staring at the two of them. Maybe it did feel right that he was with someone from his home faction, didn’t he like selfless people? You were selfless in your own way, right? He knew that.

“Hey, you okay?” Uriah asks you, a smile quickly making its way to your face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, thank you. I’m going to go see how some of the kids are doing, you mind telling Four?” You start collecting your stuff, inhaling deeply as Uriah follows you.

“He’s coming over here.”

You shoot up as Four stands in front of you, his brow raised. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to go do my time at the school,” you say, smiling slightly. “I just… haven’t seen King in a while.”

Four sighs. “Well… I can go with you in a minute, okay? King likes me, right?”

You laugh, slowly lifting your arms to wrap your arms around his neck before pausing. Public displays of affection were never really your thing, but you really wanted to.

Four saw you pause, leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist as you smiled and wrapped yours around his neck. “Everyone likes you, Four,” you teased, giggling. “But I love you.”

He smiles back, leaning down for a soft kiss as you tugged on his hair. “I love you too.”

You pulled his hands closer to your form, pulling his face into your neck as you looked over his shoulder just enough to wink at Tris before pulling away. “Let’s go see King.”

He nods, letting you lead him out of the training area and to the school. Dauntless didn’t teach like Erudite did, but they made sure that the children of the faction learned things needed to survive in the faction. King was a child of two Dauntless soldiers who had died exploring beyond the wall, and as a result, you both took him in sort of like your own.

Seeing you with a child really made Four want to give you a child, especially with how good you were with kids, but it never really seemed to be the right time.

That was until he saw you twirling another boy in your eyes, King cleaning one of Four’s guns while the older man oiled up one of the other ones. The younger boy was named Chris, someone whose parents got caught up in a mission and you both took him home just for a while.

“She looks good with a baby, right?” King asks, smiling. “Y/N was always good with kids. She was good with me,” he mumbles now, smiling. “I’m doing well in my training. She said that.”

“You are,” Four said with a smile. “You’re doing really well. Ranked third, kid, you’re doing good,” he leaned forward and ruffled his hair with a laugh. “Want you to get that first spot, though.”

King grins. “I will.”

Someone knocks making you fix Chris on your hip, quickly walking toward the door as Four stands. “Stay there,” he orders to King as you open the door, raising a brow when you see Tris. “Who is it?”

“Uhm… can I help you?”

She inhaled. “I just… I’m here to see Four.”

“Four, honey!” You yell out, the tall man coming behind you and settling a hand on your hip. “One of the trainees wants to speak with you.”

Four raised a brow. “Everything alright?”

Oh, the Abnegation was coming out.

“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine-”

“Perfect,” Four smiles, taking Chris from your arms and setting him on the ground. “King, come here!”

The older boy quickly walks over, standing just like Four. “Yeah?”

“Why don’t you take Chris down to eat? Tris will join you both,” Four says making King’s nose scrunch. “What?”

“Don’t forget I sleep here too.” King takes Chris’ hand, looking back just a bit. “Don’t forget I have a bed! That’s my bed!”

“Bye, King!” You laughed as Four grinned, closing the door as his other hand held your waist.

You couldn’t stop smiling, giggling as you stared up at him. “You did that, didn’t you?”

His smile grows, just a bit. “Yeah, I did. Uriah kind of… hinted it to me.”

You hummed. “Good, because I would've done something worse,” you said, slowly stepping back and pushing your hands into his tight black shirt. “I was this close.”

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” He asked, smiling as the back of your knees bumps against the bed. His rough hands slip under your shirt, rubbing against your back as though he could feel the black ink you had gotten tattooed.

“Was gonna make her catch us fucking in the corridor,” you giggled as Four slipped off your shirt, humming as he leaned down. “Who said we always have to fuck on the bed? You like that idea?”

He nodded into your shoulder, lips pressing soft kisses to your skin as you started to lean back, his hands securely catching you before you could fall back fully. Carefully, he sets you down, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck down your chest. “I fucking love that idea,” he mumbled, his hand slowly rubbing circles against your thigh. “You want to go do that now?”

It was a tempting offer, but you shake your head. “No,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “You already got me here. Why move?”

He smiled even wider, leaning down as his hands moved to your hips to slowly tug at the tactile pants you wore. “I was thinking,” he whispers as you pull him down to press kisses to his neck. You could see the black peeking out from his shirt, pulling it off of him easily as he pulled away just to slip it off before pulling off your own. “You looked good with Chris on your hip.”

You paused, looking up at him. “You think so?”

He nodded, his hands tugging at your sports bra as your hands dragged down his back. He kneels over your body, pressing kisses down your neck to your chest. “I know so. You’re a natural with kids, angel, you’re fucking perfect.”

The slight husk in his voice made a shiver run up your back, your stomach twisting and heat flooding into your underwear as he lets his hot mouth suck at your lower stomach. “D-Does that mean something?”

He smiled, looking up at you. “Did I just get a Dauntless-born to stutter?”

You blushed madly, looking away. “Don’t let it get to your head, Four.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before he slowly starts to pull your underwear off, his fingers dancing along your thighs as you squirmed, gasping as he pressed a firm kiss to your clit. It makes you squirm, his fingers replacing his lips as he kisses lower and lower.

“F-Fuck,” you whimper as the tip of his fingers slowly prod against your cunt, his mouth sucking and licking around his fingers as your hands push into his hair. “F-Four, you’re being too nice.”

He laughs, pulling away just for a minute as he slowly pushes a thick finger into you, watching as your hips buck into the air and your back arches. “Maybe it’s the Abnegation?”

You shook your head, reaching a hand down to push his fingers deeper into your pussy. It makes you whine, a gasp coming from your lips as he pulls them out just for a second to add another finger. “Abnegation is selfless, my darling, maybe it’s the Amity? J-Just, don’t stop.”

He laughs, popping a kiss to your cunt before pushing his fingers deeper into you, watching as you squirmed. Moans fall from your lips as he pressed firm circles against your clit, the sensitive bud making you whine loudly, hips bucking.

His fingers curl inside of you, pushing his tongue into you with his fingers as you tug on his hair and your other hand finds his cheek.

You felt your stomach twisting, hips bucking uncontrollably as you attempted to ride his fingers. You gasped as his fingers curled inside of you, attempting to find that one soft spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. It didn’t take him long to find, especially because he’s memorized your body over the years and he groaned as you clenched around him.

“Come on honey, cum for me. Want to watch you cum.”

Your eyes rolled back, whimpering as he pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you to watch your pussy flutter. Your stomach twists, loud groaning falling from your lips as your stomach twists. Your hips buck, eyes rolling back as he sucked on your cunt, swallowing loudly as he pulled out his fingers.

He pulled away, sitting up as he pulled down his pants just enough to pull out his cock, hissing as you raised your legs to wrap around his waist. He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, eyes rolling back as he leaned down to hold himself up with his elbows, pulling you in for a kiss. “Fucking hell, I want to see you with my kids so bad,” he groaned, gasping as you pulled him down for a kiss. “Want to see you pregnant over and over again.”

You whined, his hips moving quickly as the bed pounded into the wall, your nails dragging down his back. His cock rammed into your pussy, strong thrusts making your eyes roll back as he pressed his lips to your neck. “You want that honey? Want to be fucked, round and full with my kids?”

You nodded, whining loudly. “Yes! Yes, I do!”

He grunts loudly, slamming into you just to feel your pussy clench along his entire shaft, a broken moan leaving his lips as you cum again around him. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, fuck! Four!” You yelled out as he reaches down to rub firm circles into your clit, rutting his hips just a few more times as he came inside you for the first time without protection.

It was an odd feeling, but filling as he groaned loudly, your cunt continued to clench around him to milk him of everything he had. It was warm, and if you could feel sticky-ness inside of you, it would be this. You whimper as he starts to pull out, trying to reach forward to pull him back in before he grabs your legs, pushing them back so your knees were on your shoulders.

“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you? Gotta make sure this sticks.”

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"hey beautiful," he mumbled, arms wrapping around your torso from behind. a small gasp slipped from your lips as you turned your head to see him. he pressed a kiss to your neck and you smiled.

"what are you doing, peter?" you asked with a small laugh, trying to push his arms away but he refused, instead pulling you closer into him.

"just missed you," he answered, pressing another kiss to the skin beneath your ear.

"are you off for the night or do you have more shifts?" you asked, the boy finally letting you turn around in his arms. you hated pda in the hallway, but something about him made you more inclined to let it happen. that and you hadn't seen a single person on this side of the compound on your way back to your apartment.

"i'm off," he answered, smiling down at you. "you?"

"free as can be," you told him, hands on his biceps.

"perfect," he mumbled with a smirk, leaning down to press his lips gently to yours. you obliged, kissing back with a soft smile at the care he took while kissing you. he pulled away. "can i stay with you tonight?"

you laughed. "when do you not?"

he grinned, keeping one arm around you as he began pulling you back to your place, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"you're clingy, peter," you told the boy as he fished his spare key from his pocket and unlocked the door, letting you and himself in. he shut the door, locking it again, and immediately wrapping you up in his arms. your hands rested comfortably against his torso, smiling up at him. "i love it."

"i know," he grinned, winking at you as he leaned down to kiss you again.

he made it so easy to just believe him. it was easier to trust him again, you thought. he wouldn't do it again, so just trust him. he wouldn't do anything to hurt you - he would never. not again.

tris had made a point of using peter to get to the control room and you were left in charge of watching him as she found a way in.

he called your name three times before you finally turned, eyes set in disdain.

"you're helping them? seriously?" you asked him.

"they're the ones with the power, the ones who control the ladder i need to climb," he answered, a huff in his breath.

"and you think this is the way you're gonna do it? by helping them destroy abnegation?"

"if it needs to be done, then yes."

"and you seriously don't care that people are dying, that our friends are the ones killing them?"

he didn't answer you.

you walked away, eyes in the direction of the control room listening for any signs that tris might be in trouble. you heard a lot of movement and suddenly yells of fear and you were moving. but before you could even exit the alcove you'd hidden in, two arms wrapped around you and pulled you back in.

"get off of me!" you yelled, slamming your heel into his foot. he grunted, his grip loosening enough for you to pull forward. but he was quick, hand on your bicep as he ripped you back, the force enough to knock you to the ground. your gun clattered to the floor, both of you lunging for it.

unfortunately for you, it'd knocked closer to him. he grabbed it, turning on you quickly, the barrel at your face.

your expression was stone cold as you just watched him. "so, this is where we're at, huh?"

"i guess so," he answered. "i can't have you helping her more than you already have."

"why? so jeanine can have more power? that doesn't help you, peter, there's nothing in it for you," you told him.

"more than if tris and four finish whatever it is they've started," he said.

your eyes stayed locked as you found your feet underneath you, peter copying your every move until you were both standing again. you took a step back towards the hallway.

"you won't shoot me," you stated as though it were a cold hard fact. "you can't."

it all happened in a blur - you turned on your heel, ready to run towards where you could hear fighting taking place, when suddenly a burning went through the flesh of your tricep. you cried out, hand coming to grasp at the bloody flesh. you turned to peter with wide eyes. the bullet had just grazed your arm and you knew it was intentional, but you also knew it was a warning. he would shoot you. and he didn't look regretful about it.

you convinced yourself that he was doing it for you. it's what he told you, what he showed you in his actions post-fight, and it was the only idea that kept you from breaking down in the medical wing of amity, in your old room in candor, at dauntless, and in the barracks at o'hare airport.

"i'm sorry." you were surprised when he spoke up, just the two of you in the small medical room in amity. his arm was wrapped and bandaged just like your own and you were being kept for observation. your trek to amity through the forests and fields surrounding chicago weren't exactly clean, and neither were your wounds. fearing infection, you were confined to a room with peter for 3 days.

"thanks." the word held little to no meaning for the both of you and little to no emotion.

"i mean it. what i did - it was to protect you. i didn't know what was happening in there and i... i couldn't lose you."

"so, you shot me instead?" you asked, finally looking over at him from your place on your bed. "you could've come with me if you were so worried. made sure i was safe by helping me help tris and four."

"i never could've ensured your safety, not with dozens of dauntless around all with the mission to protect the woman you were trying to kill," he said, a furrow forming between his brows.

"we're dauntless too," you said, emphasizing each word individually. "we're supposed to be brave. one hell of a dauntless you are."

a cold silence passed over you both and you huffed, rolling onto your side away from him. you could feel his eyes on your back and you silently willed him away.

"i'm sorry. you're right, i was scared. i wasn't willing to risk your life for the stiff's or four's - they're not worth it."

the way he said it - so soft and thoughtful - made you want to believe him. and when his voice came through again, gentle and almost timid, you did. "can i stay with you?"

you rolled over, looking at him with an unimpressed roll of your eyes, but failing to hide a small smile. he slowly pulled the sheet back and rose to his feet, crossing to your bedside. he smirked slightly, offering you a small shrug as two of his fingers brushed your hair out of your face.

"old habits die hard," he told you. you watched him for a few more moments before sighing dramatically and turning onto your back, moving slightly to the side to let him in. he was quick to slide in next to you as his smirk grew, his arm snaking under your back as you turned into him, resting your injured arm on his chest gently. he held that hand close to him, pressing a kiss to your head. "thank you, beautiful."

he knew every part of you and knew exactly how to get back into your good graces. and every time you let it happen because, well, you loved the boy. more than you wanted to admit.

and every time he let you down, every time he betrayed you and your friends and your beliefs and your core freedoms, you felt a slow burning in your core and a piercing pain behind your eyes as you tried to resist the angry tears from being made out to be a fool. again.

it became harder and harder to keep loving him and it scared you more than you cared to admit. you'd been in love with peter hayes since you were twelve years old, it was an old, aching, exciting feeling you'd grown to rely on. even through changing friends, factions, and governments, you always knew that you would love peter hayes.

almost.

you weren't surprised when you stormed into erudite headquarters to save tris and peter was there. he was bloodied and bruised and helping four off the floor. from what you'd seen, he was on your side and helped save tris before you were able to.

but given the black and blue uniform he was wearing, you knew he hadn't started that way.

he grinned widely when he saw you, crossing quickly to you as evelyn and the others restrained jeanine and her men. christina had made her way to tris, throwing her arms around her best friend, and everyone had begun to clear erudite out. his arms were around you before you could even think about stepping away, his usual smirk pulling at his lips.

"hey beautiful," he said. "miss me?"

you looked around the room, at the dangling wires and remaining screens with images of detailed suicide bots and a list of the people to infect them with. there were files about tris and the box she was supposed to open, the different factions' trials. and it all hit you at once as you looked back at the boy in front of you.

"this was all you, wasn't it?" you said quietly. "you... you had the idea for the suicide virus. because you know tris. and you helped them torture her and nearly kill her for... for what? for status?"

"baby..." he mumbled, but you were already shaking your head, pushing him away.

"no, no you left again. you joined them again, you left me again," you said, trying to keep your volume down to avoid catching the attention of the others, but you already had. tris, christina, and four were watching you both intently, four positioned in such a way you were sure he was ready to jump peter.

peter stepped towards you, mouth open to defend himself, but you shook your head. there was a glare on your face, but what hurt the most was the glint of pain in your eyes as they reddened and began to get glossy. you blinked quickly as you stepped further away.

"don't," you spat. "i don't wanna hear it."

he always had impressive defense, defenses that always had something to do with you, your safety, or your future. it was the last one that usually got you, a promise of a life with him a lot more appealing than continuing to fight over his carefully placed words and actions committed for the dauntless leaders in efforts to climb the ranks. but, now it just pissed you off even more.

"i didn't think they would win, you have to admit it's not likely, and i was trying to secure a position, secure us a position to be able to do well when jeanine came to power!" he defended. he'd followed you back to your abandoned apartment that you'd begun to occupy once more, pleading his case.

"you didn't even try to help! you didn't know who was going to win," you shouted with an exasperated laugh.

"it's honestly a shock that it was anyone but jeanine," he told you. "she had everything set up, it seemed the better situation."

"she didn't care about you peter! she didn't care! she was a tyrant, only searching for power and taking it from people like us, including you," you spat. "you left, seeking something i have no interest in, and claim it's for us, for me. i don't want it, peter. and i don't want you here. get out."

he hadn't been able to get enough alone time to convince your forgiveness yet. you were preoccupying yourself with everything you could - helping four wrangle his mother, helping tris come up with a plan to escape, and eventually helping everyone carry out said plan.

you were beyond pissed when you joined them in the car after carrying out last-minute transfer papers with christina and you found peter sitting in the backseat with caleb.

"what is he doing here?" you asked, eyes flashing to four with a huff.

"he threatened to turn us in," tris answered quickly, glancing back at the boy. "get in."

christina, the good friend she is, sat herself between you and him. unfortunately, the ride wasn't that long, and you soon had to climb a wall - with peter at you side trying his darnedest to talk to you.

"look baby, i'm sorry," he said as you neared the top of the wall, turning to pull himself up and holding a hand out to you. you pushed it away as you stood, unhooking your anchor and rehooking it around a nearer pole as you readied to drop to the other side.

"shut up, peter."

tris and four were dealing with your tricky border patrol situation, giving you just enough time to ensure everyone's anchors were set up same as yours.

"please, i'm trying here-"

"now is not the time," you said with a pointed look.

"just, please-"

"shut up, peter!" you yelled, ducking quickly as shots were fired in your direction.

you were baffled at how many emotions you associated with him now. you were never really sure which emotion you were feeling; love, hate, annoyance, fondness, care, disdain, or hope - but you were feeling it. you felt it all.

you weren't really good at sleeping anymore. you weren't sure if it was because of everything you'd been through or simply how fast your brain was moving as if it were intent on keeping you from falling asleep - but whatever it was, it was costing you energy and what was supposed to be a problem-less bliss away from the turmoil of your world. away from peter.

you turned over in your bed again, finally giving up with a sigh. you stood, wiping your eyes clear of whatever drowsiness had consumed them and beginning your now routine walk around the used-to-be airport.

your hands stayed in the pockets of your sweats as you walked through the halls, breathing in the not-so-fresh air. it was funny being here, so different from chicago and simultaneously comforting and discomforting.

like the figure that was following you.

he'd joined your side wordlessly every night since you arrived, making the first correct decision in searching for your forgiveness since he'd betrayed you in chicago.

finally, you let a soft smile slip onto your lips, stuffing your hands further into your pockets. "hi peter."

he was surprised you acknowledged him, looking at you with such in his eyes. "uh, hi."

"so, can you not sleep either or do you stay up just to walk with me?" you asked the question that'd been bothering you since he began doing so. he smiled sheepishly, offering you a small shrug.

"can it be a bit of both?" he asked.

"i guess," you nodded. the two of you walked in silence again for a few moments before you raised your voice again. "why do you do it?"

this caught him off guard. he wanted to ask 'what?' but he knew the answer. he indulged you, sighing. "i'm selfish. i want the power."

"and you sacrifice everything and everyone even for the chance of it."

"yeah," he confirmed, his head hanging as he watched his feet. his tone dropped to a regretful level. "yeah."

"i don't know why you're hardwired to act this way, who taught you that power was the end-all, but i want to ask you something and i want you to think hard about it," you told him, looking at him with the most genuine, serious expression he'd seen from you, your brows raised and lips pursed.

"alright," he agreed with a nod.

"what do you want? really? and don't let your brain do the talking, we know it's fucked up, so just listen to how you feel. what do you want?"

he wanted to laugh at your insult, but he knew now wasn't the time. and so instead, he thought. for a long time.

you were content walking in silence next to him again as you rounded the corner to the cafeteria and continued your loop to the barracks.

every so often, his eyes would travel to you and settle there for a good while, analyzing every aspect of your features and meeting your eye once or twice.

he called your name gently when you were just a few minutes away from the barracks, his feet stopping as he looked up to watch you completely. you halted as well, turning slightly to look at him.

"yeah?" you asked. he stepped towards you, eyes falling to the floor for a few moments as he collected his thoughts fully. they returned to yours as he stood only a step or two away from you.

"i know what i want," he told you surely.

"and what is that, peter?" you asked.

"to be happy." it was a simple enough answer, one that seemed obvious to anyone else. but, for some reason, it brought a sad smile to your lips.

as he stood in front of you, you realized that for the first time in a long time he wasn't holding his shoulders perfectly square, or pulling his lips into a confident smirk, crossing his arms over his chest, or setting his jaw into a stone-like state. instead, his feet were slightly too close together, leaving his hip jutting out and his shoulders were sagging, his hands lazily at his sides and his mouth relaxed into an uncaring line.

"i want to be happy," he said again and his voice wavered slightly as he did so.

you don't know what came over you, but you threw yourself into his arms, his head tucking into your neck as he clung to your torso tightly. you held his head, fingers raking through his curls soothingly. you felt his eyelashes against your skin and something wet dripping off them as he blinked, causing your heart to clench and you to pull him tighter to you.

"i just want to be happy." his words buzzed on your skin and you nodded, pulling away from him slowly. you kept him close, hands on his cheeks as your thumbs wiped away tears. his hands gripped your wrists tightly, his bottom lip tucked under the top one as he twitched, a sob trapped behind his teeth.

you smiled softly at him. "i know."

"and that has nothing to do with power," he told you quickly, as though if he were to wait any longer he wouldn't be able to say it at all. "i've never been happy with it, but i've always thought it's what i - what i needed. but, i needed you. whenever i left i thought about you and when i came back i needed you near me. the only times i've ever felt what i imagine joy is like is when i'm with you, but i've only ever let you down."

he paused, seemingly to catch his breath, for a few moments, eyes closing momentarily. you attempted to shush him gently to avoid the painful words you knew were coming, but he continued anyways.

"i don't deserve forgiveness. i know that. but please," he breathed out. "if there's any way you could forgive me, i swear to you i'll never leave your side. i'm yours, please baby."

a small, sad smile pulled at your lips as your thumb ran over his damp cheekbone. "you scare me, peter. i don't know if i can trust you." you had to be honest, and he knew that. he appreciated it. but you could see in his eyes that it hurt anyways. "but, i've never been able to not love you. and i've never been able to keep you out of my life for long."

you wrapped your arms around his neck, the boy pulling you quickly towards him, arms wound tightly around your middle. you kissed his neck, hugging him closely. "i forgive you, peter."

if his grip could get any tighter, it did, before he pulled away, his face awfully close to yours.