#dauntless eric

"Are you deaf, initiate?" He directed at you, breaking your near ravenous thoughts.

"No." You caught yourself from saying more, knowing that more of a response would only cause problems.

"That's it," he began. "Everyone take an extended lunch, you stay with me." He said looking in your direction. With his command the other initiates who were in the room gratefully filled out, only your friend Amanda pausing to send a look of worry at you before leaving as well.

"Since you can't seem to focus long enough to take orders, I'm taking the liberty of giving you some... hands-on training." He notes, his always present smirk in full effect.

"Eric, I really didn't me-" You stumbled through your sentence.

"What did you just call me?" Your cheeks blushed red and your eyes turned to the floor. You prayed for it to swallow you whole. When you took too long to respond he repeated his question, his body, which had moved closer to you than when he first addressed you, now was less than a foot away.

"Sorry, sir." You stressed this new title.

"What makes you think you can call me Eric?" He questioned. You could imagine his head tilting, the way it did when he seemed to be stalking his prey.

"I- I'm not sure. It just slipped out... Sir." Your eyes still studied the floor, watching as his boots slowly inched closer to yours.

"Are we friends?" He questioned. The accusation in his tone made your stomach sink.

"No, sir. We are not." Your heart pounded in your chest. Its persistent rhythm was the only thing that tied you to this moment. His boots touched yours now, your bodies being mere inches from touching. If either of you swayed in the slightest...

"Are we lovers?" His voice was only a whisper now.

Your head snapped up, making eye contact with him in an instant. In your shock you took a step into him, your breast now rubbing against his chest, a feeling you were hyper-aware of.

"No, sir." Your response was but a whisper as well, his eyes darkening at his honorary title.

"Then you have no right to say my name, Y/N." He placed a hand on your chin, its gentle pressure making your senses fire on all cylinders. "If you're not moaning it from pleasure, I don't want to hear it cross your lips." His fingers move from their place along your jaw to your lips, his thumb running across the soft skin. It was only reflex that caused your tongue to dart to it, taking it gently into your mouth.

"You don't want to continue what you're doing." He begins, his voice having become deeper in the seconds that had passed. "I won't be gentle. Or considerate."

In the grueling past weeks of training you had often questioned why you had chose Dauntless, the faction of the brave, when you often felt so weak. In this moment you understood why.

"We still have an hour before the others come back, sir."

He nods, that smirk still on his lips. "You can touch me, you know?" I stare down at my floating hands, then his chest. I let them find their way to his body, the tips of my fingers entwining in his patch of chest hair, the skin underneath is warm.

"That's better." He replies.

"Tell me what to do." My hands shake slightly as I speak, needing some kind of instruction.

"Ah, ah, ah. This was your idea, remember? You get to make the calls here."

My breath shakes in my chest, my eyes stuck on the thick black blocks of tattoo that rise up his neck.

"Okay." I get out, the word rushed and in no way as confident as I would like it to sound.

My hand moves with a mind of its own, my fingertips brushing over the slight scruff that decorates his jaw. I let my eyes meet his and I'm granted a wave of heat over my body at the look he gives me. His pupils have overtaken the normally stark grey irises, leaving him to stare at me like a predator does to prey. My fingers' movements pause; concern briefly flashes across his features.

"You good?"

God, even his voice has become darker.

"Yeah, yeah..." I wobble through the sentence. "Well, no." His hands leave my waist with the release of that single word, making a cold chill run up my back at the loss of warmth.

"Wait," I use my hands to guide his back to their original place, making eye contact yet again. "I still want to do this, I just really need some instruction here."

The cocky grin on his face nearly makes me lose it as he speaks, "Alright, but tell me to stop if it gets too much for you."

Before I can reply his lips are connected to mine, all brain process lost to his movements. His hands run over my hips, one settling in my back pocket, the other at my waistline. A gentle push has me meeting his lap fully, making my hips buck instinctively.

A sigh comes from his lips and my cheeks are set aflame.

He bites my bottom lip lightly, making me gasp and granting him full access to my mouth. His tongue is warm as it slides around my mouth making me pout when he pulls away.

"Why did you-" I'm cut off when his lips touch my neck. They work their way down, gently nipping and licking as he goes.

Goosebumps follow the path his hands make beneath my shirt, getting closer and closer to my peaked nipples all while his lips never leave my neck and jaw. He cups me in his palm, a finger passing over the bud, making me moan.

"No bra, huh?" He taunts, his voice husky.

"Shut up." I manage to gasp out.

His hands continue along their path, his thumb continuing to tease me. My head tilts back and my eyes shut slightly, my breath coming out in sighs.

Before I know what I'm doing I push myself against him, rocking back and forth, searching for any kind of friction.

He groans and my stomach flips.

His fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt, "Off." I let him take it over my head, arms raised.

For a moment he sits there, staring at me and I can't help but feel the urge to cover up, my hands leaving his body to shield myself from his view.

He shakes his head, "Don't, you look good."

Placing my hands back on his chest for me, he leans in slowly, letting his lips gently glide over my neck. He makes his way down to my breasts, nipping and sucking at the raised flesh. A moan escapes me at his ministrations. My back arches in response.

Before I realize what's happening i'm being flipped onto my back, Eric laying over me.

His eyes lock on mine for a moment and the sheer lust in the stare almost breaks me. His lips trail down my body, occasionally biting at the sensitive skin, only to run a soothing tongue over the area before continuing.

My hands grip the sheets above my head, holding me to reality.

"Lift your legs up," his voice is so gravelly it shocks me but I do as he says, my hips rising as the jeans I didn't even realize were unbuttoned are slid from my body. I lay there, naked besides the small piece of fabric I somehow call underwear. His gaze makes me miss the feeling of his lips on my breasts.

"What are you waiting for?" I mean to taunt, the infliction is all off however thanks to a new rasp in my voice I've never heard before.

He lets out a small chuckle. "Easy there, Stiff or I might start to think you're a Dauntless."

I raise myself onto my elbows, staring forward to the man seated between my legs.

"I am Dauntless." I say but it doesn't seem to convince him.

He raises his eyebrows as if referencing the clear "Stiff" behavior I had moments before. How this entire time I've yet to do more than lay there and moan.

Fine, two can play at that game.

I fully stand from the bed, and turn to face him. Trying my best to ignore my nakedness, I come close to his face, placing hands on his shoulders.

"Lay down." I command, not sure how I manage to pull off the air of confidence.

He seems surprised but does as I say, moving further onto the bed, his head resting at the headboard.

I trail my hands down his body, starting at his neck. Leaning forward I let my tongue follow the path my hand takes, tracing over his skin.

A sigh vaguely resembling my name comes from his lips and it only spurs me on.

His skin tastes slightly salty and I can't get enough. Without thinking I let my hand travel past his navel, my fingers sweeping over his waistband. I run my nails gently over the exposed skin, making his hips buck. I smirk in satisfaction.

"Quit playing." He groans, eyes set intensely on mine.

"Be patient." I retort, not giving him time to snap at me again as I let my hand fully dip beneath his sweatpants and boxers. The skin I'm met with is softer than any other on his body and I can't stop myself from gliding my fingertips over it multiple times.

I wrap my hand around his length, new to the experience but trying to remember the advice I was given by my friends through the years. Twisting my wrist slightly with each rise and fall, I sit in awe at the sounds that come from Eric's mouth.

Just as I feel his body tensing beneath my hand, I let go. Attempting to make quick work, I move to pull off his remaining clothing but find it impossible with a his unrelenting weight bearing down on one side of it.

I give him a look at my predicament and he moves to rise from the bed, playfully pinching my exposed nipple in the process. He chuckles at my uncontrollable moan.

I watch as he stands in front of me, finding myself on my knees before him, a faint scratch of fabric against my shins. His eyes stare down at me as he slowly removes his last articles of clothing, his entire being nude for me to observe. Its impressive, though I'd be damned before I admit that to him.

"Well?" He taunts, seeing as though I'm at a loss for words.

His cock stands at attention directly in front of my face, larger than I ever realized it was. Gripping him in my hand again, I take my time deciding to taste him. My tongue darting out to lick from his base to the tip, letting my entire mouth encircle him when I reach the end.

His hips buck slightly, a hand coming down to grip the back of my head, tangling in my hair. A moan escapes him and it shoots right to my core, burning me up.

Just as I'm about to take him fully, he pulls my head away from him, a pop sounding at the release of my lips from him. Faster than I though was possible, I'm being pushed onto my back, hands tearing at my last scrap of clothing, my underwear being thrown off to the side.

"My turn," he practically growls. I stare at him, body practically pulsating with need and lust. His callused hands grips my knees, making my legs bend and then spread, exposing myself to him fully. He gives my body a long, hungered look before leaning down. He starts at my thighs, kissing and biting them to the point that I feel like I could combust.

"Quit playing," I say, a mirror to what he said moments ago. I feel more than see his smirk as he at last stops the assault, and begins a new one. When his tongue touches me my eyes roll into the back of my head, a moan that just might be his name rasping out of me. In all my years I never knew it could feel this good.

He goes to work on me, lips sucking at my clit, tongue flicking against it. My back arches and my hands search for something, anything, to grab on to. One finds its way into his hair, the other the sheets beneath us.

"Fuck Eric, don't stop," I gasp. My body starts to tense and I know what's coming.

Eric seems to too, as he replaces his mouth with his hand, moving against me in ways I know I'll crave for the rest of my life. His eyes meet mine while he sucks on the skin around my sensitive area. I can barely see him through the building haze.

"That's it," he says, voice deep and powerful, the voice of a leader. "Cum for me like a good girl."

And with that, I do.

My vision falters and if I didn't know any better I would dare to say I passed out for a moment. My legs shake in satisfaction and I can't help but stare in awe at the man that is still between my legs.

"Come here," I nearly growl. With a hand on his jaw I taste myself on his lips, letting my fingers drift around his torso. He groans as I reach the deep V his muscles make at his waist.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, hand reaching back down to rub against my folds, making my hips buck uncontrollably.

I'm nodding long before I can gather enough breath to answer.

"Yes," I plead. "Please, Eric."

He kisses me again, softer than before, but still with a hunger I didn't think was possible. I feel him shift against me and where his fingers - and mouth - were moments earlier the pressure of his head rests. A hand holding himself, I watch as he guides his dick to rub my clit. A similar heat builds inside of me again and I let out a sigh.

"You like that?" He questions.

I'm about to reply when his thumb replaces his member and I sense a deep pressure begin. With a gentleness I didn't know the feared leader could have, he enters me, leaving me feeling full beyond thought.

His hips begin to move, slow and deliberate, thumb moving in time.

"Oh, God." I gasp, hips pushing to meet his. A different kind of pleasure takes over and I fade in and out of reality for a moment.

"Such a dirt girl," He comments. He thrusts into me, hand reaching up to pinch my peaked nipple. "No wonder you left Abnegation. Imagine what they would think of you now, being a little slut for me."

My cheeks burn with his words but a sense of euphoria rushes through me at his degradation and praise.

He's mid movement when he flips us over, never disconnecting from me. I sit above him, his back fully against the bed, my knees digging into the sheets. He grips the back of my neck, pulling my hair slightly as he forces me down to his level, his eyes on mine.

"Now, ride me." He releases his grip on me, but quickly relocates it on my hips. I rise from my position, letting myself bounce on his cock, hearing the sounds our bodies make as they slaps together.

My hand drifts to his throat, simply resting there, feeling the fast pulse beneath the skin. I let my back arch, knowing full well that my breasts are directly over his face and feeling empowered by it.

My thrusts quickly get erratic and I can feel him begin to tense beneath me.

"I'm getting close," I practically moan, my legs shaking again. With that, his hand finds its way back to my clit, his callused fingers teasing the bundle of nerves.

"Let go," He says, out of breath. His skin glistens with sweat, his thighs twitching under me.

"Eric... Eric... fuck." I topple over the edge, shouting his name loud enough that all of Chicago can hear. My body becomes limp but he holds me up with his hands, grabbing at my ass as he thrusts into me with newfound speed.

I listen, dazed and over stimulated, as he groans and echoes my name back to me.

Slowly, he slips out of me, leaving me shivering and feeling empty. I lay on his chest, not having the bodily ability to move myself just yet.

"How was it?" He asks, wiping my sweat slicked hair from my face, kissing my forehead.

I can feel their conversation stop at our intrusion but pay them no mind as I begin loading up a plate.

Some of the food I recognize, basic fruits and vegetables, but others I've never seen before. With hesitant fingers I pinch at the circular slab of meat and place it onto my tray, it seems foreign among the rest of my plant based meal.

"What, have you never seen a hamburger before?" The man asks, he smiles at me and I can't tell if I should be embarrassed.

"Uh, no." I shake my head, grabbing a fork and knife to cut it with. "Amity is mainly vegetarian unless you raise the animal yourself, but even then we tend to keep them as pets before..." I glance at the man again, his head tilted as if interested. His hair, chin length and a dirty kind of blonde, hangs sideways.

"What?" I question, confused at his stare.

"Nothing, it's just not every day that we get an Amity transfer around here."

"Try 47 years." Clare pipes up mid bite.

"It's been that long?" I ask, feeling more nervous than I was moments ago.

She nods, "And even then they didn't make it, it's actually undocumented how long it's been since a person has successfully made the transition."

I sit down my fork and knife and stare at her in shock.

The man whistles and stares at me again, this time as if I'm a specimen.

"Well then I'll just have to be the first documented." I say, straightening my back and looking back down at my meal. I'm about to pick up my fork when a calloused hand stops me.

"You don't need that." Eric mutters from beside me, his voice deep. He reaches around me and my tray, gathering random items; a bun, pickles, a red sauce, and onions. He stacks them all together before setting it down for me.

I look up to see his eyes already on my face, his gaze intense.

"Try it." He motions with a hand.

Picking it up with too hands, I lean forward, sniffing slightly before taking a bite. My eyes close as flavor explodes in my mouth and I stifle back a moan.

"This.." I try and chew as quickly as I can so I'm able to speak. "Is absolutely amazing." I smile wide.

He merely smirks at me before turning back to his friend, saying something, and rising from his seat. Before he walks away fully he looks down at me.

"Glad you like it, Sunflower."

I mean to respond but he's already too far from the table for me to speak by the time my mouth catches up to my brain.

"So let me guess," the man pipes up again, leaving me to shake off the feeling that had came over me. "Amity," he nods to me exaggeratedly as if it was completely obvious, "Erudite," he points at Clare with his fork, "and Abnegation?" He signals at Owen, the only one he seems to be hesitant on.

"That was pretty good." Clare comments a smile pulling on her lips.

"Candor?" I ask looking at him, speaking in between bites of my hamburger. He gives me a shocked expression but nods in confirmations.

"How'd you guess?" He seems genuinely surprised. I can only shrug at his, going for my drink.

"You're the best at perception, always trying to pick up on people's ticks. Doesn't surprise me that you'd be able to read us that well." Owen gives me a confused look from his end of the table and I explain myself.

"Amity has you take classes on the relations and values of other factions. They always said it was to be sure not to offend them when we came in contact. They called the class 'Knowing Your Friends." I finished with a small laugh, thinking about how odd I thought the experience was at the time, only for it to come in handy now.

"Sounds about like Amity," Clare says joining in with me laughing.

"I'm Luke, by the way, before you somehow guess that too." He smirks at me and extends his hand. I take it, slightly less awkwardly than I had earlier.

"Violet." I respond, giving him a smile. "And that's Clare and Owen."

"Nice to meet you." He says, beginning to look off into the distance, as if bracing for something.

Suddenly an alarm goes off, a short burst of three blaring rings making a few people jump but most just raise their heads to a catwalk that hangs many feet in the air.

"Initiates, stand." A man with deep skin and greying hair calls and we all follow his orders. "I'm Max, a leader here. You have chosen the warrior faction, tasked with the defense of this city and all its inhabitants. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery. In the courage that drives one man to stand up for another. We believe that pain and death are better than inaction." He pauses, glancing around the room and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as his stare catches on me for a moment before moving on.

"Respect that. Be brave. Do us proud." He finishes and the crowd is moved from near silence into roaring cheers. People pound their cups on tables, their hands together, their feet against the ground. Anything to make noise.

I can't help but feel their unrelenting power flow through me and I smile wider than I have in years. A true smile. I let a cheer out and feel as people grab my body, lifting me to be carried by the crowd. I'm gripped by my clothing, and as I'm passed over from hand to hand I feel a sense of unity like no other.

This is family, not the forced niceties of Amity.

Not the forced smiles.

Unity is the deafening noise of a faction who won't just lay down and die.

They will fight. I will fight.