Four x Eric

The Training Room

It had been a week before the next incident occurred, and Four was almost calm again. He had reasoned that Eric had somehow forgotten about everything and that they were going to focus on their own work and never ever speak of it. Anyway, it was a month before the new initiates were to come in, and as this was his first time leading the training, Four was working his ass to get everything prepared. With all this happening he was stressed out, so one night he decided against hanging out with his friends to go to the one place he felt in control. The training room.

The room smelled like shoes and sweat, the dark walls seemed to emit a warmth that seemed to embody the Dauntless headquarters. Four had just finished a round of kicks when he heard the door open behind him. He turned and froze. There, standing a few meters away, was Eric. He seemed odd to Four, the man with his usually cold expression was now a smirk with a crinkle in his brow. The room's light gave his face a sinister glow to it, making shadows of teeth and eyes. Four found this rather intimidating and now the fact that he was going to have to probably deal with whatever Eric had in plan for him gave him goose bumps.

"Hello Four," Eric walked to him. "I think it's about time we've finished that chat we had a few days ago.

"Oh really?" Four tried to keep his voice from cracking. He was conflicted. He wanted to say a lot of things. He wanted to ask why Eric wanted to talk to him like this, why does he look at Four like he was his was a hunk of meat? Why does he make the air around Four go electric? Why does Four want more? He thought of this as Eric walked closer, arms behind his back and black jacket billowing behind him.

"Yes Four. You know when I woke up last week, I didn't remember much in the morning, but I did remember you, in my bed room, very close to me. Almost as close as we are right now."

Four​ ​forgot​ ​to​ ​breath​ ​as​ ​the​ ​space​ ​between​ ​Eric​ ​and​ ​himself​ ​finally​ ​disappeared. ​ ​The

electricity​ ​in​ ​the​ ​air​ ​transferred​ ​in​ ​that​ ​moment​ ​into​ ​his​ ​skin, clashing and popping. ​ ​Eric tasted like... mouth. Which as Four thought back to later, should have been gross, but it wasn't. He tasted like bread too. Four ​had​ ​a​ ​death​ ​grip​ ​on Eric's​ ​shoulder​ ​before​ ​going​ ​limp​ ​there. ​ ​Eric​ ​held​ ​Four's​ ​jaw​ ​and​ ​lead​ ​the​ ​kiss, ​ ​biting​ ​his Four​ ​pressed​ ​unconsciously​ ​against​ ​Eric. Four​ ​had​ ​kissed​ ​girls​ ​before, ​ ​usually​ ​after​ ​an​ ​awkward​ ​double​ ​date, ​ ​and​ ​it​ ​had​ ​never been​ ​like​ ​this. ​ ​It​ ​had​ ​never​ ​made​ ​his​ ​heart​ ​beat​ ​out​ ​of​ ​his​ ​chest​ ​or​ ​make​ ​him​ ​feel​ ​so flushed. The sparks flew up his spine making him feel like he could catch on fire at any time. It was the feeling of looking on top of a high place without the immense dread. Even if now he could feel himself making a weird face as he tried to keep his lips as close to Eric as possible.

And oh, was it addicting.

The room was so quiet and peaceful, it was like it was in a completely different planet from the rough and screaming dauntless he had been living in for a year. It was just him and Eric. Privately snogging. It felt natural to him to have it be here, where they first got the chance to fight, the first times Four was able to fight someone. All of that was against Abnegation code. So was what he was doing now.

​ He​ ​never​ ​had​ ​someone​ ​slide​ ​their​ ​hands​ ​up​ ​his​ ​back​ ​and​ ​into​ ​his​ ​hair. ​ ​He had never been able to touch someone so much of someone so freely. To hold an arm. To put a hand in someone's hair. To put his hands on someone's hip because it just felt right. It should have been awkward, the way they were grabbing at each other.

​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​Eric​ ​pushed​ ​him​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ started ​to​ ​kiss​ ​along​ ​his​ ​neck. ​ ​Four​ ​felt​ ​like​ ​the

electricity​ ​snapped​ ​in​ ​him​ ​with​ ​this, ​ ​shocking​ ​him​ ​so​ ​much​ ​he​ ​actually​ ​moaned.

"Eric..."

"Mmm." ​ ​Eric​ ​bit​ ​his​ ​ear. ​ ​Fours​ ​hands​ ​gripped​ ​Eric's​ ​sides. Four​ ​was​ ​feeling​ ​ballsy, ​ ​and​ ​flipped​ ​them​ ​over​ ​so​ ​Eric​ ​was​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall. ​ ​Four​ ​finally had​ ​him​ ​in​ ​his​ ​grasp. ​ ​He​ ​was​ ​there​ ​and​ ​Four​ ​could​ ​deal​ ​with​ ​these​ ​confusing​ ​feelings.

Well​ ​he​ ​would​ ​have​ ​been​ ​able​ ​to. Just​ ​then​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a​ ​loud​ ​bang​ ​from​ ​outside​ ​the​ ​training​ ​room. ​ ​They​ ​quickly separated, ​ ​panicking​ ​as​ ​they​ ​thought​ ​of​ ​the​ ​prospect​ ​of​ ​someone seeing​ ​them​ ​in​ ​that​ ​sort of...situation. They both had just fixed their hair as the door opened with a bang as the laughter and of a group of other dauntless came in. They all stopped as they spotted the pair.

"Hey Eric," A tall beefy man, probably in his mid-twenties came up and clapped him on the shoulder. "Watcha' doin' here? We've been lookin around for you for ages!" The man was speaking with a noticeable slur and the group of six behind him was being consumed by giggles as they drunkenly pushed each other.

"I was just discussing some things with the new initiate trainer. Eric waved a hand in the general direction of Four.

"tch," the man chided like a mother to a child. "You work too hard, take a break. Come with us. Get drunk and be young!"

"I will Philli. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up after I finish somethings here."

Philli sighed, probably wanting his friend to come with him. "Fine, but hurry before we forget all about you. Then all you'll have is ya work."

"Get going Philli." The group bustled out and they were gone as fast as they were there. Eric waited until the group had left the hall and the room had quieted before turning back to Four. He sprung on the other man, crashing himself into another burning kiss. Four was just about to have his legs give out under him when Eric pulled away.

"This is not over. You will come to my apartment next Monday night after dinner at the hall." He pressed one last burning kiss onto Four's cheek, "You know where that is." He smiled and with that he swooped out of the dusty room, leaving Four alone and wanting more.

"You bastard." Four mumbled to himself, before grabbing his water from the bench. As he sat down to rest and recuperate he found himself in a solid state of dread. What has he gotten himself into?

(Authors note: What up bitches, guess who has been on a yearlong journey of self-care and change? THIS CUNT! I many not be a better person or any less of a mess of a human being, but I have fewer shits and better fashion sense! So here I am! Hope you enjoy it, make sure if you do you leave a comment so we can have a nice chat! – Gracie)