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OOC; I would love to. I'm sorry for the long time to reply. This is a side-blog and I keep getting lost about it's existence.

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Hello there! I have a question. We in the indie divergent community have an ooc blog where all of us usually just hang out and plot. Usually RPs have one for their members but we have one of our little family as well and I was wondering if you'd like the link to it? :D - Jill

OOC: Sorry it took so long to answer this. I just wanted to make sure you knew that this is a sideblog account. But, ultimately I would be happy to be apart of anything. My friend, who plays Four, is the one who brought me into the fandom and so I only know the movies or rather movie. :/

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And as he’s trying to formulate the words, Four’s attention suddenly shifts. The feel of a very aroused Eric against his thigh renders the male speechless for a moment or two, his fingertips tracing the hard planes of the others abdomen. And before he even knew that he’d made a decision on the matter, the hand that had slipped under Eric’s shirt was now gliding down to cup the prominent raising of the Dauntless’ pants.

❝ —— if your memory is that short … I’ll let you just ponder that one.❞

Four tips his head slightly, his lips pulling away from warm flesh as he lets out a heavy groan at the feel of blunt teeth dragging along his neck. He presses his palm firmly to Eric’s obvious sign of arousal and works the hand along the length. Eyes rolling closed as his own jeans become a tad tight for comfort. The way Eric gripped onto him, and the sounds that he was emitting into Four’s ear, had him about ready to start tearing off clothes. Though he refrains, part of him half expecting for it to stop abruptly.

It didn't matter. He silenced Four with a rough kiss. Teeth, and lips pressed tight against a welcomed warmth of breath. He was right about the sinister hand that had pressed against his corded abdomen muscle. His mouth opened wide against Four's in a huff of hot, needed breath when callous fingers found themselves around his sensitive length. Eric's large hands come up to Four's throat. One harmlessly rested against the side of his neck, but the other had more deviant intention. His thumb pressed up into the underside of Four's jaw Eric forced his head back. His teeth scrape against the hard line of Four's jaw until they find his ear once again.

"You're mine." Hissed hotly from his lips.

Eric reached down with his free hand, while one still held Four in place with his thumb applying pressure. His free hand grabbed the ends of his own shirt and started to pull it off. One quick movement that left red scrapes against his face, and caused him to let go of Four. His shirt still in one hand, Eric moved his other hand to cover Four's to force the other man to palm greedily at his arousal before he claimed his mouth again.

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No words actually have to be spoken, but that damn growl. So feral. It vibrated within his ears as he smirks and continues his mouths work along Eric’s neck, moving on to the other side after he was satisfied. He ducks his head, lips grazing along the other Dauntless’ prominent center; teeth snagging along the male’s adams apple. A low hum slipping from him. How this had started, he really just couldn’t remember. As his tongue traces along musk prickled skin, he lets out a heavy breath. It’s strained, much like his thoughts as his nostrils flare in attempts to keep up with the need for oxygen.

The firm pressings of the body to his own, earns Eric a mixture of a growl and moan. Four’s hand raking down the muscular sinew eagerly. His nails snag at the fabric of the black, dauntless generic, garment before he’s tugging at the end of it and letting the tips of his fingers feel the warm skin just above the waistband of the males pants. There’s hardly any breath left in him, surprisingly enough, though he’s murmuring in between coaxing bites along the column of inked skin.

❝ —— So I may have lied.❞

A hissed cursed pushed from Eric's lips while Four teased him. The feel of his warm tongue against his skin, By time he felt the rake of Four's nails against his skin, and the tug of his shirt it was too late to hide away behind gruff insults and narrowed eyes. His arousal pressed against the zipper, and against Four's thigh. The anger Eric had only moments ago has all but disappeared at the warm feel of Four's fingers tease at the waistband of his pants. He's too hard to care anymore. Soft lips, warm tongue and blunt teeth against his throat caused his hardened cock to throb for attention. His wide hips start to move, and push against Four for needed friction.

His breathing is frantic, and his hands hold Four's hips so tightly that the pads of his fingers seemingly melded with flesh. He had started this, but Four quickly started to drive it into a frenzy of need and lust. The skin where Four's hand touched prickled. His mind well-aware that all the man had to down was slide his hand down. It drove him to growl again. A low rumble of frustration right in Four's ear as his teeth raked down the side of the Dauntless' neck.

"About what?"

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There’s a cold raspy, chuckle at the sudden collision of their bodies and the way his back slammed against wall. He could see the fire ablaze in Eric’s eyes, and that same part of himself that had wanted to push the male’s buttons earlier, has a wicked smirk curling upon the corner of his lips. Though that wouldn’t last but a brief second before a hard kiss is being crushed into his lips. Bruising into the flesh, desperately so at that. Four rakes his teeth none too gently along the others lower lip, the taste of the others frustration making him groan. It wasn’t until he was really thinking about it, that Four breaks he away. Breathless and panting softly, his chest heaving as he brings his hands up to roam along Eric’s broad chest.

His fingers curl tightly into the fabric of Eric’s shirt, the skin pulling tight over his calloused knuckles until they were a pale white. With a decent level of determination, he takes a fistful of hair and tugs at it. Exposing that damned tattoo lined neck, before leaning in to work his lips along the skin. Tongue and teeth, raking hungrily along various patches of skin.

Eric believes Four is playing him. Some game to make him seem less a leader than he has the others thought. It causes the bundled pit of anger to twist into a deeper knot that he pushes further down. He hates him for it. Even if Four means every touch, Eric hates that he had shown the other Dauntless that he could be vulnerable. Weak. But, the groans vibrate through his body enough to cause him to second guess. His mind at a constant war with itself to analyze each, and every little thing Four does. Think like an Erudite, but fuck like a Dauntless. Toss away the irrational that was lust, and love. Basic human function. Attraction. It was something Eric can't stop, and it helps him focus. Silently, he breaks things down into it's basic principals. The kiss is over, and both he and Four are panting. So aggressively they had been. Eric is aroused the moment he licks his lips and tastes Four there.

Fours hands roam up his chest. Eric tenses in anticipation of the shove but it doesn't come. His breathing is heavy as he stares Four down until he feels the tight tug of fingers against the patch of his hair. The yank back and then his world exploded as he felt the heat of Four's tongue on his throat. One hand balls up into a fist and slams against the wall with a low, reverberating growl while his free hand reached down to rest on Four's hip and then draw their bodies that much tighter together. He doesn't speak, just growls and groans and presses himself against Four's smaller body.

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[ Oh Eric. ]

Four pauses, the hand on his chest making a brow raise towards his hairline. Of course, he’d expected something like that to come out of the male’s mouth eventually. To assert his dominance, much like he did nearly everyday. The action earns a low, cold chuckle to come from him as he takes hold of Eric’s hand and removes it from his chest. Dark chocolate eyes meeting stone cold, steel.

❝ —- By default, Eric, remember that. But it’s cute how you sling that title around..❞

[ Pressed, and sober to the cold truth. ]

His hand turned into a fist, and knuckles pressed tight against the chest of the other. Enough to bruise, hard enough to cause discomfort. The anger that fires in his storm grey eyes burns them bright. A flare ignites in him and Eric has Four slammed against the nearest wall. His fist follows soon after. Slammed hard against the fortified concrete next to Four's head. Their bodies are pressed tight, tighter than they should and Eric is four seconds from breaking something. But, something breaks in him first. He leans in to kiss but stops. In a brief second, there is a thousand and one bad things that flash in his mind but his anger shuts them all off. He kisses Four.

It's a hungry kiss. Rough, and hard. Angry. His nostrils flare out as his breath draws in and out loudly. His head turns, because fuck Four and fuck the arrogance. Fuck everything. He saw Four first, and he wasn't going to let a Stiff fuck that over.

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[ The closeness between them makes his brow raise. At the demand, Four scoffs and steps aside and seemingly ushers Eric by with a waving gesture of his hand. ]

❝ —- come along, princess. Got things to do anyway.❞

[ He won't win. ]

He stopped, and rested his hand against Four's chest to stop him. His thick fingers spread out against the beat of his heart. For a second, Eric allowed himself to feel the beat of the heart. His eyes darted up to look squarely at Four. His expression calm. A lethal sharpness hidden in the glint of his eyes.

❝ —- I'm still the leader here. Don't make a fool out of me, Four..❞

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[ Four knows him well enough, to know when he’s pushed a button or two, where Eric was concerned. And yet — he just couldn’t stop himself from standing firmly in the way. ]

❝Oh I’m sorry, am I suddenly in your way?❞

[ He had enough. Fist balled, he had been ready to throw a punch. Hs chest pressed against Four's. His eyes glowered down and narrowed. His arms tensed at his side. ]

❝—- Move before I make you move.❞

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[ With a rolling of his shoulders, Four smirks and notes the tightness of Eric’s jaw — that along being answer enough for him. As well as amusing. ]

❝ —- Still not jealous, Eric? At this moment, maybe she is.❞

❝ —- Good for her.❞

[ There was a rage that coiled behind words so calmly spoken. Jealousy. Envy. To want something that seemingly had been denied. Eric started to push by Four. The need to escape while he saw a mix of red and green. ]

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[ And now it was his turn to let out a cold laugh. The close proximity not fazing him as he looks at Eric. ]

❝You’d be surprised what an underdog can actually accomplish, Eric.

—- as if you care.❞

[ Eric jaw is clenched tight, but his gaze doesn't break. His eyes are locked with Four's dark irises. ]

❝What's the point? —- Stiff is more appealing, right?❞

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[ Part of him, a rather large one at that, wanted to invoke some kind of reaction from the other. And that’s why as Eric broaches his area of space, Four leans as well and smirks —— ]

❝Of the Stiff? — Absolutely.❞

[ Eric is silent for a long time as he analyzed the situation laid out in front of him. He turned his head to the side, his face to Four's. Only inches apart. ]

❝Here's hoping she survives. —- Wouldn't want you to be lonely.❞

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❝Why? You jealous Eric?❞

[ Four quips back, completely ignoring the question asked, as he quirks his brow in Eric’s direction. He remains in his place, completely unnerved, unlike most — who feared Eric’s unpredictable nature.

—- never had been, never will be. ]

[ His nostrils flare with the amusement that pushed from his lips in a small, dry laugh. He stepped into Four's area of personal space. His head leaned in to whisper gruffly into his ear. ]

❝I got a reason to be jealous?❞

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❝You plan on tossing another one of the initiates over the chasm as a scare tactic? Possibly the Stiff today, seeing as you’ve been on her ass since day one.❞

[ He just really kinda wants to know these things, so he knows whether to be prepared or not. ]

[ A shrug of shoulders. A tilted head. Simple. He took a heavy step toward Four, and his eyes narrowed while large arms crossed a wide chest. ]

❝They have to learn and if sending the Stiff over helps, then it helps. Why? You like her, Four?❞

[ The tension in his jaw gives him away. ]

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