#eric x four

[that1girloverthere]

Eric the hundredth time he and Four get into an argument:

[imaginesblvd]

Title: Wanted you 

Eric x Four (Reader is in here briefly) 

So this was requested a looong time ago, i’m not even sure how long ago. It took me awhile and I’m sorry. I can admit that this was a bit tricky to write and I hope I’ve done the requesters idea justice. I like how this turned out and I hope those who read enjoy it.  

You quickly made your way through the crowd. You spot the one person you’re looking for and when he sees you he smiles softly. The smile almost makes you want to back around and not believe the words that Eric had told you. However, the very thought of letting him continue to use you the way is, isn’t something you’re going to allow. So you will do what you have come here to do.

“You’re a sick pig, you know that?” You growl out “and here I thought you could have feelings for someone other than yourself. I should have known better” 

“What are you talking about?” Four asks as his eyes dart around to those close enough to hear 

“Eric told me everything” You snap “So I’m done with you and your games” and with that you leave him standing amongst the crowd of initiates. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Eric smirks as he watches you storming away from Four. He can’t believe it worked. He glanced back over at Four before turning on his heel. Unlike him, Eric can see that this isn’t something to be discussed in front of the initiates. He also needs just a few minutes to collect his thoughts to remind himself of what he plans on saying to Four. 

He probably could have gone about it a better way. It’s just when he saw you leave Four’s apartment last night something inside of him snapped. It wasn’t anger that he held towards you but instead he was jealous of you. He had spent the whole morning and well into the day wondering about himself. 

He didn’t want to admit it to himself yet but he figured it out. Over the years Eric took all his self hatred out on Four, the one he had feelings for. He would understand if Four rejects him but he has to try. He needs Four to know to understand even if he judges him for who he is. He finally had Four alone after many weeks of trying to do this. 

“You’re a real class act Eric” Four snaps “What did you tell her?” 

“I didn’t do anything” Eric growls out as he turns 

“Did you want y/n for yourself? Is that it?” Four asked ignoring the obvious lie 

Eric shakes his head, wishing he could slap himself. It just comes natural, his anger, it’s  no excuse but he’s been doing it for years. The anger on Four’s face made him want to stuff it all back down to forget what he had come to terms with. It would be easy to say yes, he wanted y/n, however he can’t keep lying to himself. He’s dauntless, he chose to be brave in the face of all things. Even though he is at his most vulnerable, he is going to shove past the fear. 

“I don’t want y/n to myself, that wasn’t the point to this” Eric explains “I just need to talk to you without them following you around like a lost puppy” Four nods for him to continue “and I need you to listen to me before you- before you judge, okay?” 

Eric didn’t know how to start or even where to start. Is it better to just blurt it out? He can’t stand the sudden silence as Four waits. His pleading eyes meet Four’s and he wishes mind reading was a thing in this world. It would be easier for him to pick though his mind rather than trying to remember how he was going to start this. 

“I, uh, I want you” Eric watches many expressions cross Fours face before it settled on surprise “before you say anything it’s taken me a long time to come terms with this myself” he adds “I’d understand if you didn’t know what to say or if you just walked away right now” 

He watches Four’s mouth open and close. He’s probably not sure what to say and Eric  understands that. If someone came up to him and said what he just said he too would be at a loss for words. Minutes pass of Four standing there the gears turning in his head before he finally meets Eric’s eyes, he smiles softly at him. 

“I’m willing to try this with you, but it will take time because I can’t easily forgive you for everything you’ve done past and present” Four slowly closes the distance “but I will give you this one thing so you know I’m serious about this” Eric’s brows furrowed as Four reached forward cupping his cheek and leaning forward and softly pressed his lips against Eric’s. 

“It’s not going to be easy and it will take me awhile to forgive you for everything you’ve done, past and present” Four answers “but for some reason I want to try this with you, I’m not saying I love you but I do like you” he pauses as he walks forward taking Eric’s hands hesitantly “and to prove to you that i mean what I say, I’m going to kiss you” Four cups Eric’s cheek and leans forward to softly press his lips against Eric’s.

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Cherry Stems

  Fandom: Divergent Drabble Character focus: Eric and Four Summary: Four has made a new name for himself, with a tough persona that no one can see through. No One except Eric, who just loves those lingering Stiff quirts. Authors note: Did I mention how shameless of a shipper I am? Cause... its bad guys... I ship the worst things.

             “How did you do that?”

               Theres something oddly innocent about the confusion on Four’s face as he looks at the twisted cherry stem between Erics fingers. He’d been showing off to a couple of the dauntless girls, tying knots on the stems without even finishing the cherry. He should of known that the Stiff wouldn’t understand what it was suppose to mean.

               “I used my tongue.” Eric replied, smirking at him. Four might have been a better fighter than him, but he was still an abnegation born.

               “Only his tongue.” One of the girls chimed in with a flirtatious smile.

               Four frowned, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he rolled his eyes and went back to his own dinner. Eric didn’t miss the way he eye’d the cherries set near the deserts. Sliding down away from the girls, Eric picked one up out of the bowl, and though he didn’t turn his head, he knew Four was watching him twist his tongue around the bright red berry before pulling it into his mouth. Eric used his teeth to pin part of the stem and circled it with his tongue. Four slowly turned to look at him, trying to look unimpressed. As Eric pulled the tied cherry out of his mouth, he watched the dark blues widen slightly.

               “You’re pretty good at that… Why not just eat the cherries?” Four asked.

               “Cause it’s a challenge… You try…” The older initiate held up one of the cherries to the pale lips of his rival. Four narrowed his eyes, not trusting Eric. He took it with his fingers before slipping the fruit into his mouth.

               “You should eat the berry first… easier that way.” Eric suggested, watching the others face. Fours fingers were still next to his lips which were pursed slightly as he maneuvered the stem in his mouth. Eric could see the frustration mounting in his expression the longer he attempted to tie the stem.

               “This is stupid.” Four decided suddenly, spitting the stem into a napkin. “Whats the purpose of tying stems anyway.”

               “Its suppose to show how good you are with your tongue.” Eric explained, watching his eyebrows arch in confusion. Eric leaned in close to his ear, not missing the way Four tensed up when he got close to him. “Come on Stiff… I’m sure you remember how it felt to have my tongue on your-“

               Four shoved him away, face flushing red as he got up and walked away. Eric couldn’t help, but laugh loudly at the stiffs reaction. Slowly getting up to follow the brunette, he picked up the bowl of cherries. This would be fun.

[bow-down-im-your-queen-now]

Blackmail

Pairing: Eric x Four Prompt: “Do you write one-shots? Could you write one where Eric finds out Four and Tris are a thing during her initiationa and confronts one of them about it?” Fandom: Divergent series Word count: 5049 Warning: Language, Eric being a total dick (But do I really need to put a warning for that), slight dub con, cheating, minor angst, let me know if I missed anything :)

A/N: Ohhh it feels so good to write again. Thank you Anon for being patient with everything. I change the Prompt a little so I hope that’s okay. That’s about it, I have another Fouric request that will be out soon I promise so be excited for that. Other than that I hope you enjoy let me know what you think! - lola

 Four felt tense as he listened to Eric type across from him, how he managed to get stuck in this position was beyond him. It was a Friday night and he should have been done with  his shift hours ago. It was only after it had just ended and he was trying to clock out that Max and a few guards entered the room carrying about six boxes total of paperwork sent over by Erudite that needed to be filed before the next day. All of his coworkers that were still lingering in the control room were quick to make some half-ass excuse before making a mad dash out of the room, in the end, Four was the only one left to take on the load, he was pissed to say the very least.

He did everything in his power to try and get out of it and start his weekend but he was stuck with the job and that was final. Four managed to convince Max to at least provide him with someone else to help him file all the paperwork and enter in into the systems, a process that was more tedious that it sounded. He had no intentions of spending all night going through the papers and judging by how packed full the large boxes where there was no way he would finish at a semi-decent hour by himself. He expected the leader to call in one of his coworkers, but instead Max decided to make the whole ordeal even more miserable for him in the long run. In reality, Four would have probably been better off on his own.

About 30 minutes later after Max had left, he noticed Eric storming through the hall towards the control room on one of the small monitors. He felt slightly anxious about it but choose to push it to the back of his mind seeing’s how there are a number of places he could be heading. But the closer he came to the control room the more worried he got, not wanting to deal with the other man. When he finally turned down the hall that led to Four’s location he tried to accepted his fate.

A few seconds later Eric entered the room with a keycard and rolled his eye upon seeing Four sitting on the floor going through the papers that had been haphazardly shoved in the box.

“What are you doing here?” Four questioned trying to sound as neutral as possible.

“Max said you were bitching about the Erudite files and asked someone to volunteer to help out.” He said sounding a little too casual for Four’s liking.

“So you volunteered?” Four asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Fuck no.” He said with a small laugh. “But on second thought, he decided that I was the only one ‘qualified’ enough to help.”

He sounded a little less than pleased with the turn of events and Four felt the same.

“So I’m here to supervise.” Eric announced before plopping down on one of the rolling chairs and putting his feet on a desk, which just so happened to be Four’s.

Four had to resist the urge to launch the empty cardboard box sat next to him across the room at Eric’s head. He honestly should have known better than to assume that Eric would actually be here to help, the only thing Eric was good at was making thing difficult.

“Good thing you’re here now, who knows what I would have done without your help.” Four deadpanned sarcasm dripping from his tone as he turned his attention back to the papers, the only response he got from Eric was a snort.

Silence blanketed the room as he worked he organized the files and Eric stared blankly at the screens showing parts of the dauntless compound and the rest of the city.

“Is this really all you do all day? Stare at a bunch of screens? Real boring job you got here Four.” Eric finally said.

“As if your job is any better, all you do is sit at a desk all day.” Four countered with ease not looking up from what was in front of him.

“I do more than sit at a desk all day.” Eric growled slightly defensive.

“And I do more than stare at a bunch of screens.” Four said still not looking up.

They fell into another patch of silence only, this time, Four could see Eric messing with things on his desk and he prayed that he wouldn’t break anything or find something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Your desk is so….neat.” Eric said, saying the word as if it was a bad thing.

“How do you know it’s mine?” There was nothing on the desk that would necessarily make it clear who it belonged to. Unlike his co-workers, he didn’t bother with keeping any knick knacks or photos on it and everything about it was organized and clean.

“Because there are no personal items on it and I know you’re a little neat freak.” Eric pointed out, beginning to go through the drawers.

“Well, how about you stop touching my stuff then.” The only thing he had there was his wallet, he trusted that Eric wouldn’t steal anything but then again he wouldn’t be surprised if he did. There was just something about Eric touching everything on his desk that irked him, he knew that the man would leave everything out of order and messy on purpose just to piss him off.

“Nah I think I’m good.” Eric chuckled finishing with the drawers and beginning to move around the things on top of his desk.

Four finished with the last box and pushed himself up.  There were stacks of papers all over the place, all organized on what data goes into what program. His head hurt as he thought about how long it would take him to get through all the shit.

“Move.” He said approaching his desk setting one of the stacks down. Eric looked at him impassively before rolling his eyes and standing up moving to the desk that stood across from Four’s.

“And how about you make yourself useful.” He continued picking up a stack of papers and slamming it on Eric’s desk. He half expected the man to put up more of a fight over it but he was surprisingly compliant as he started to boot up the computer in front of him.

Which brought him to where he was now listening to Eric and his fingers fly across the keyboards. It hadn’t taken long for them to get into the flow of things and before he knew it they were speeding through the files with relative ease. Eric was a faster at typing then Four and seemed to always be a file or two ahead of the other, something Four couldn’t help but find ridiculously irritating.

When they first started Eric filled the silence with little jabs and complaints but eventually his commentary died down as time passed.

About two hours passed since they had started and they were maybe a little over half way done and Four was exhausted. He finished the stack he was on and neatly placed it back into one of the boxes, Eric who was up retrieving another stack walked by his desk and threw some files on his desk. The paper flew everywhere and nearly fell off the desk. Four sighed realizing he was now going to have to spend time reorganizing the papers.

“Ooops.” Eric said unapologetically as he watched Four struggle with the papers.

Before he could give Eric a smartass comment in reply, the phone on the other side of the room started ringing. The only reason for the phone in the first place was so that in cases of emergency they could contact the rest of the compound or if Max needs to pass along orders from Erudite.

Four figured that it was Max calling for an update. Eric looked at him expectantly and Four rolled his eyes.

“It’s probably Max calling for you.” He said not wanting to get up.

Eric groaned and pushed away from desk making his way across the room to where the phone was.

“Hello?” He griped into the phone and Four rolled his eyes at the other man’s lack of manners. A few seconds later Eric let out a small hum and turned to him.

“It’s for you.” Four frowned and pushed away from his desk wandering over to where Eric was standing with the phone.

There was something about the expression on Eric’s face that made his stomach churn. He snatched the phone from the other man and muttered a hello into the phone.

“Hey, baby.” Said an all too familiar voice in reply, Four tensed as he realized that it was Tris.

“Hey, what’s up?” He muttered lowly into the receiver careful of what he said in front of Eric. The relationship between him and Tris was complicated. They had been together since the end of her initiation but in private. There was no denying the amount of eyebrows that would be raised if people found out about it all. Four would be accused of rigging the initiation results and Tris would probably be stripped of the status she held in the faction. They both decided to wait for a while before being open about their relationship.

It had been five months since initiation had ended and people still buzzed about the new dauntless members, they were all always under a close watch of the compound, especially Tris given that she ranked first.

“Nothing I was just calling to check on you… Will you be home soon?” Tris asked in a hopeful tone. They each had their respective apartments but it was rare that Tris ever even entered hers, she practically lived with Four.

“No, we still have a few hours of work left.”

“Oh…. Well okay then.” She mumbled sounding undeniably disappointed.

“Look I have to go and finish this, I’ll call you when I’m about to leave okay?” Four said shortly, feeling Eric’s gaze burn holes in his back.

“Oh okay, That’s fine. I’ll uh talk to you later then.” She said sounding a little put off by his bluntness. Four muttered a quick goodbye and hung up before she could say any more. He could still feel Eric’s gaze as he made his back to his desk. He ignored his stare as he sat back down at the desk and started to type again. It was only after a few minutes that he felt himself begin to squirm under the heavy look and his eyes shot up to meet Eric’s.

Eric had his eye’s narrowed and Four felt apprehensive as he took notice of how deep in thought the other man appeared to be as he looked at him. Four’s slight gulp was involuntary and he tried his best to keep his face neutral as he ducked down to avoid Eric’s scrutiny. The silence felt tense But Eric eventually broke it.

“You know…” He began, dragging out his words. “I never pegged you to be the type to go after the innocent ones, but I guess I should have known better.”

“What are you talking about?” Four said carefully, not looking up.

“Aw come on Four, don’t play coy.” Eric chuckled.

Four said nothing, he knew exactly what Eric was getting at and he refused to give him any information.

“How long have you two of you been together?” Eric pried teasingly.

“Again I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Four said stubbornly.

“Yes, you do…. I’m talking about you and your little girlfriend. I mean that was who was on the phone right?” Four tensed and tried his best not to let it show. “What was her name again…. Tris?”

“What gives you the impression that she is my girlfriend?”

“Well… people who are just friends don’t typically look at each other like this.” Four frowned at Eric’s words and shot his head up to see what he was talking about. It was then that he took notice of Eric’s relaxed posture, leaning back in the chair. He had an elbow resting on the desk and he held his arm up so that Four could see the picture that he held between his middle and forefinger.  

It took him a second to process what he was looking at and when he finally put two and two together he felt his blood run cold. It was a strip of photos that he had taken with Tris a few months ago in a photo booth, well half a strip at least. There had been four photos and the two of them decided on splitting them in half. The half that Tris carried featured a picture of them cracking up laughing at something that Four vaguely remembers and one of them sharing a quick kiss.

On Fours half, there was one of them making silly faces at the camera and in the next they had decided on simply smiling, at last minute before Four could help himself as he snuck a quick glance at Tris’s profile completely transfixed by her beauty. The end product of that photo was Tris smiling brightly at the camera and Four looking down at her with an expression that could only be described as loving. The pictures were something he usually kept hidden away in his wallet and he couldn’t help but glance down at where is sat on his desk, he should have known better than to trust Eric near it.

Eric’s expression could only be described as smug and Four realized that his fear must have been apparent on his face.

“You know, she is a pretty girl.” Eric hummed as he flipped the picture and looked at it again. “So innocent looking, though.”

“Give that back.” Four growled. Eric simply flicked his eyes and took notice of Four’s hard glare, before returning his gaze back to the picture.

“What’s she like when you fuck her?” Eric continued casually. “I bet she’s a screamer, she just has that look to her.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Four bristled clenching his jaw, Eric glanced back at him and appeared amused.

“You know what, on second thought, I bet you haven’t even touched her yet. But I’m sure you’ve thought about it. ”

“Stop it.”

“Is she saving it till marriage? Sound like something you Stiffs would do. Well, maybe not you…” Eric mumbled dragging out his words.

Four said nothing and tried his best to calm the rage that was building inside of him.

“Who knows, though? She might be a little freak, It’s always the quiet ones that are into the kinky shit.” Eric didn’t seem as if he would be stopping anytime soon. Four slammed his hand on his desk as he pushed up from his chair.

“I said to stop.” He snarled as he began to move around the desk towards the other. Eric simply snickered and pushed himself away on the office chair slightly has Four neared.

“Uh-uh.” He chastised holding one hand out as if to stop for from getting closer and stretching the other hand that held the picture behind him. Four paused cautiously and waiting to see what Eric was going to do.

“What do you think the compound would say about your little 'relationship’?” Eric questioned lowering his arms and resting his hands on his thigh.

“It’s none of their business.” Four quipped.

“Surely you must know just how many questions the people would have. You know I always wonder why you rooted for her so much during her initiation. I figured it was just you cheering for the underdog, boy was I wrong.”

“Her ranking in initiation had nothing to do with what’s going on between us and you know that.” Four’s jaw was clenched tight along with his fist.

“Do I?” Eric snickered. “I wonder what Max would have to say about it all, surely it’s against the rules somewhere for initiates and trainers to be romantically involved.”

Four yanked Eric out of the chair by the collar with ease and pulled him close to his face.

“I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work Eric.” He growled.

“You sure about that?” Eric whispered with an eyebrow raised. “Cause last I checked I have all the evidence I need.”

Eric held up the photo  laughing and Four snatched it from his grasp with his free hand. Eric took that moment to shove Four away from him, he felt his hand involuntarily release Eric’s collar as he stumbled backward. Eric continued to push and shove Four before he could fully gain his balance and the blonde soon ended up wrapping a hand around his throat and walking him backward towards the counters lined up against one of the walls.

Four ended up shoved against the counter with his back digging harshly into the ledge, Eric pressed his body harshly into Fours and he moved one hand from his neck to firmly place it on the countertop. Four was jostled further into the counter and was forced to practically bend backward. One of his hands shot up and wrapped around Eric’s own hand that was placed on his neck and he placed the other behind him on the surface to keep his balance.

Eric laughed again as he realized that he had the other completely trapped.

“What are you going to do when you get bored of her?” He whispered.

Four frowned and struggled a little more against Eric grip. “What are you talking about?”

“What are you going to do with little Tris when you get bored of her?” Eric hummed again, slowly loosening his grip so that Four could speak a little more easily.

“I’m not like you Eric, I don’t change partners weekly.”  He growled.

“Maybe not Four, but you will get bored of her, you got bored of me. If I can’t even keep you entertained for long what makes you think she can?” Eric countered.

“I didn’t get bored of you, I got disgusted.” Four snapped.

“Hmmm, same difference.”

His past with the other man was complicated and in all honestly something that Four wish he could just forget. He remembers the nights he used to spend with him, stretch across a bed. Usually, both of their systems were so full of alcohol that it would be guaranteed that they would wake up the next morning with only hickeys and scratch marks to put the pieces and what happened the night before together.

And then there were the night’s where both of them were equally sober and still just as wanting. Those were the nights he walked away hating himself the most, hating just how much he craved Eric’s touch, how much he lusted after it.

Why It all stopped was something that Four wasn’t completely certain of, he just stopped showing up to Eric’s apartment in the dead of night and Eric eventually got the hint and stopped showing up to his. Four did his best to block it all from his memory, he liked to pretend it just didn’t happen, and he was able to avoid Eric with ease at times. He even tricked himself into thinking that Eric was going to just forget it all, in the back of his mind he knew better, though. Not too long after he stepped away from his dysfunctional relationship with Eric, Tris came into the picture and somehow just made everything better.

But nothing would change the fact that there were times when he would lay with Tris in bed and instead wish that it was the leader. Or she would sit in his lap, their lips locked and her hands tangled in his short cropped hair, neither of them daring to go any further, and he wished it was like how it used to be with Eric. He wished that instead of having the delicate girl straddling his lap, he had Eric ramming him into walls, the two of them fighting for a dominance that would never actually be won, both drawing blood from each others lips with harsh bites and leaving bruises on their hips and necks that wouldn’t go away for weeks.

“You’re going to get tired of the same old thing and you’re going to walk away Four.” Eric repeated. “And when you do, you are going to break her fucking heart into a million pieces.”

“You don’t know me, Eric.”

“Yes I do, better than anyone else in this whole damn faction.” The blond hissed leaning in so close his lips brushed Four’s ear.

Four felt completely frozen in Eric’s hold, he felt the man brush his lips up away from his ear a few seconds later and then hover them  on his jaw. It was only then that Eric pressed a small kiss on his jawline but Four knew better than to assume that it was loving or playful, his suspicions were confirmed when he felt him nip his skin hard.

“Stop.” Four said warningly.

“Make me.” Eric mumbled moving his hand from his neck and placing it on the other side of the table. Four was still forced to lean back slightly because of the close proximity but at this point if he really wanted to free himself it wouldn’t be an issue. Just as he was about to shove Eric back the blonde’s lip migrated from his jawline to the column of his throat and Four couldn’t help but flatter for a few seconds and that was all that Eric needed.

He started to kiss at the others neck and then bit down hard enough to break the skin. Four should have shoved him away, he should have put up a fight but instead, he let out a small gasp at the pain and placed his hands on the blonde’s shoulders.  He had the perfect leverage to push him back but instead he clutched tightly at his shoulders.

“Still want me to stop?” Eric mumbled against his skin briefly before returning to biting and leaving hickeys. Four was to focus on the feeling of Eric’s mouth on his neck to let out any coherent response except for a moan, that drew a small snicker from the other man.

This continued for a few more minutes, Eric eventually moved from Four’s neck and connected their lips.  The kiss wasn’t sweet or slow, it was rough and violent, their teeth clicked from the force of them clashing and four began pulling so hard at Eric’s black tee shirt he could feel the seams beginning to tear. Eric’s hand moved from the table to the front of the others pants, where his arousal was more than evident and began to undo his zipper. Four snaked his hands from Eric’s shoulder to entangle them in his slicked back hair.

“Things…are going…to start changing Four.” Eric growled between kisses.

“No there not.” Four snapped back causing Eric to completely pull away and glare at him. “You don’t have shit on me, Coulter, you think you do but your wrong. There is nothing stopping me and Tris from coming out to the faction. We could do it tomorrow, then what are you going to do.”

Eric grabbed his face and squeezed hard at his cheeks, Four snarled at him as best as he could and tried to yank his face away to no avail.

“That’s where your wrong, Eaton, you wanna go ahead and tell that’s fine. Answer me this though you really think that the Dauntless people are going to be happy to hear that you have been messing around with little Tris since the beginning?” Four tensed slightly and Eric’s face lit up. “Ahh, I bet you were planning on leaving that little bit of information out weren’t you?”

“Besides what are you going to tell Tris when she see’s all these nasty bruises, huh?” Eric yanked Four’s face up so he could see the handy work he had made of his neck and Four could only imagine how bad it must be.

“You wouldn’t tell.” Four hissed.

“Wrong again, my friend, when are you going to learn I have no shame? I don’t have a single issue with telling everyone that you’re my bitch. Now that would just devastate Tris wouldn’t it?” His tone was mocking. “It would be the biggest scandal to ever hit this fucking faction.”

Four could only glare back at the other man, unable to find any words because he knew he was so right.

“What do you want?” Four finally asked, looking for the other man’s angle.

“I want a lot of things Four and I’m going to get them from you. When I say jump you’re going to start saying how high. Do I make myself clear?” Eric said slowly the gleam in his eyes undeniable.

“You can go fuck yourself, Eric.” The smaller man bristled.

“Or I can go tell Tris all of your dirty little secrets.”

“She wouldn’t believe you.”

“You right, she probably wouldn’t. But I’m sure there is a camera or two in here that recorded our little activities, maybe I could bring her some video evidence. Think she would like that?” The blonde hummed thoughtfully and Four couldn’t help but cringe in the realization of the fact that there were three different cameras in the room that had no doubt recorded their every move since they had entered the room. Eric wasn’t stupid and with him where there was a will there was a way, if he wanted to pull up evidence, he would, with relative ease.

Eric had released his face at this point but still stood shockingly close, not even a centimeter of space between their chest.

“Why do you like making my life miserable?” Four whispered quietly, realizing that he had lost whatever game they had been playing.

Eric leaned in even closer and once again his mouth hovered near Fours ear. “Because… you make it surprisingly easy.” He whispered slowly.

The blonde took a step away and gave Four a few hard pats on the cheek that from anyone else might have seemed endearing but from Eric, it was mocking and bordered on the line of aggression.

“Aww come on, put a smile on that face.” He snickered. “This is going to be fun.”

“I hate you.” Four said as he watched Eric start to back away slowly. He watched the leader run his hands through his previously disheveled hair, seeming to put it back into immaculate condition with ease.  

“No you don’t.” he said with a chuckle. “You’re a big boy, I think you can handle the rest of this.”

Eric waltzed his way over to the exit and Four was in a slight state of shock with everything that had just happened.

“I’ll be seeing you around soon Four.” Was all Eric said with a final laugh before slipping out the door and leaving Four completely alone. He watched on the screens as the man strolled down the hall with ease, not the last bit bothered by everything that had just occurred.

Four turned and leaned forward to rest his hands on the counter just trying to rein in his though. He caught sight of himself in a blank monitor screen on the wall and noticed the state of his neck. Eric had left him with a neck covered in teeth marks, finger prints, and countless little 'love bites’. His lip was bleeding and dark circles surrounded his eyes. He honestly had no idea how to explain his appearance to Tris, there was no hiding the state of his neck or lip.

Eric had also been kind enough to leave him with an uncomfortable tent in his pants and about another two more hours of work. Four’s stomach twisted as he thought about the situation that he was now trapped in. He was disgusted with himself for not pushing Eric away in the first place, he was disgusted that he kissed him back and had clung to him so desperately. But most of all he disgusted in the fact that even despite Eric’s blackmailing a small part of himself hidden deep away yearned for the next encounter with the man.

He glanced down at the table looking for the picture of him and Tris, he had left it abandoned on the table when Eric first started kissing him. The photos were gone more likely than not stolen and stuffed away in Eric’s pocket for use later on. A small part of Four was thankful for the photos disappearance, something about the thought of seeing Tris’s smiling face made his gut twist in shame and regret.

He was on auto-pilot the rest of the night even after he had finished the work and wandered around the pit aimlessly, unable to go home and show Tris the mess he had become, the mess that Eric had made him become.

He wandered until he ended up in front of a familiar door and that sense of self-hate returned to him in waves. But for the first time in a while, he embraced the feeling of loathing and knocked on the door with unsettling ease.

And when Eric opened the door with his Cheshire cat smile, Four entered the apartment wordlessly and finally completely let go. He figured he could worry about Tris and the blackmail, and all of his building secrets another time.

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Roommates

Pairing: Four x Eric Prompt: Set a year after their initiation, as tension builds between Eric and Four it becomes clear that there is no way they can peacefully live together. Good thing Max has the perfect Idea to solve that. Fandom: Divergent series Word count: 2955 Warning: Language and slight violence

A/N: So this a prompt that I've been toying with for about a year. I finally decided to sit down and write it. I plan on having this turn into an ongoing series, so enjoy and let me know what you think! -Lola

Eric started the fight, Eric always starts the fights. He is always there in the background causing issues, antagonizing Four until he reaches a breaking point. Today Eric decided to spend the better part of an hour tormenting the other man as he tried to work in the control room. Four couldn't remember the exact reason he was there, something about needing some reports. He slowly grew tired of his passive aggressive quips and decided to give him what he wanted.

He jumped up from his chair and hauled Eric's ass up from where he had been sitting. All it took was a swift punch to his face to earn a response. Eric grabbed four, a wicked smile wiped across his face, and rammed him into one of the control panels.  The two of them ended up rolling around on the floor throwing hard punched.

One of the men Four worked with tried to separate them but all that earned him was a hard elbow to the stomach. Four refused to get off Eric, he was tried of the other man's shit. He was fully convinced that he could kill him. Eric flipped their position somehow and started aiming calculated punches at his chest and stomach. Four managed to reach a hand up and wrapped it tightly around Eric's tattooed throat, Eric had no issue with returning the favor by grabbing at Fours neck with his huge hands.

The two of them kept going at it for about five minutes and probably could have continued trying to kill each other, but Four watched as someone yanked Eric off him. He tried to lunge at Eric's retreating form but he felt himself being pulled backward.

About five dauntless guards had entered the room. One of the guards had managed to get Eric in a headlock but he found a way to easily slip out of his grip. He didn't get far before being grabbed again, this time by two guards. Four put up a small fight yanking his arms out of their grasp but he eventually calmed himself down. He couldn't help but wince at every breath he sucked in, Eric had defiantly broken something.

The next thing Four knew he was being shoved out of the control room. Eric and his set of guards followed. A ten minute walk landed then in max's office. They were both pushed inside the room but Four was still pissed. The moment he got the chance he darted towards Eric. The two of them went at it for a little bit until being pulled apart again and shoved in their respective chairs. Max was rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut.

"I am so tired of dealing with you two..." He began. "What is the issue this time? Why can't you get along?"

"He fucking started it!" Eric yelled pointing at Four, his voice sounded strained, probably from Four trying to strangle him.

"Bullshit! You were provoking me!" Four snapped back.

"Enough! Enough, I am sick of having these meetings with you two. You both are supposed to be setting an example and instead, you decide you want to have these petty brawls."

"Maybe if you kept your dog on a leash..." Four quipped Eric was fuming as he tried to stand from his chair. Max promptly told him to sit his ass back down.

"Here is the thing, I physically can't afford to have you two at each others throats all the time." Max said exasperatedly.

"So who are you kicking out?" Eric countered, eyes narrowed

"Neither one of you, yet. You both have the potential to do great things in this compound and I need to know if it's worth my time to even try with you idiots. You two need to learn how to act like proper Dauntless soldiers instead of these mindless animals." Max continued.

"So what are you sending us to do some shitty team building activities, have us sing songs and braid each others hair?" Eric questioned his tone snarkily.

"You know what? I'm fucking tired of your attitude Eric… I was going to settle with just six months, but I think now I'm going to have your 'punishment' last a year. Maybe in that time, some of Four will rub off on you." Max snapped back, Eric sent Four a cutting glare at the mention of his name.

"A whole year of what?!" Four cried out quickly losing patience.

"Four, meet your new roommate." Max said with a smug smile, motioning to Eric.

Four looks at Max in horror, there was no way in hell he was going to survive a year under the same roof as Eric.

"You can't do that!" Eric yelled, obviously feeling the same way.

"I just did." Max's tone was final, there was no way he was budging on that. Four glanced over to Eric still shocked.

"The two of you need to learn how to cohabitate, so you're going to spend the next year living together." Max said off handedly.

"What if we refuse?!" Eric snapped.

"That's fine if you don't want to participate but just know you will be factionless if you choose to sit this one out." Max replied still sounding smug.

If look's could kill Four would be six feet under from the cutting glare Eric gave him.

"I'm going to fucking kill you…" Eric spat at him and four kind of believed him.

Four really tried to talk max out of it, he begged and bribed but at the end of the day, the answer was still no. Max had the two escorted back to the infirmary, there it was revealed that Four had 3 bruised ribs and Eric was going to have severe bruising around his neck.

Along with his ribs, Four had a black eye and his chest was completely blue and purple. Eric had also found a way to break two of his fingers, which four hadn't noticed till the nurse started messing with them. As for Eric, his lip was busted open and his nose was broken, most of the left side of his face was bruised. The two of them looked rough to say the least.

The whole time they were in the infirmary, with two guards in between them to prevent any further fighting, Eric was dead silent. It was a little eerie mainly because Four knew how pissed he was. He just sat there glaring at everything, mainly Four and Max, although Four did notice him crack a smile as the nurse announced the condition of his ribs, smug bastard.

"You think it's a good idea to leave them alone together after they do this to each other?" The nurse finally asked Max, motioning between the two battered men.

"I guess we will just have to wait and see." Max said, shrugging his shoulders. Four didn't like the sound of that.

After being bandaged and pumped full of painkillers, the two men were escorted to their respective apartments and told to pack their shit. Four wouldn't have to move into the new apartment until after he got off of work the next day.

He looked around his apartment and sighed, his ribs hurt, his face hurt, his damn hand hurt. His head was pounding as he sat down on his bed trying to make sense of everything.

There was no way in hell he was going to survive living with Eric. He had the distinct feeling that the other man was going to make the next 365 days of his life a living hell.

He was bombarded with questions the next day, his friends and coworkers pried for information as they took in his beaten form. Usually, after a scrap with Eric they both walked away with at most a few bruises, now Four could hardly walk a few feet without feeling out of breath and he couldn't type to well.

The few people he gave the full story always gave him the same look that was a mixture between pity, concern, and awe. The two of them couldn't even handle passing each other in the halls every once in awhile, how were they going to live together?

When he got off work and carried his few boxes to the new apartment he was surprised and disappointed to see that Eric had beat him there. He walked in and was shocked upon noticing how small the apartment was. It had an open planned living room and dining room, there was a small kitchen off to the side. He set his stuff by the door and looked around the room, Eric emerged from the kitchen with a glass of whiskey and an unamused look. Four was happy to notice the ugly bruises wrapped around Eric's neck, although the tattoos there did help cover it slightly.

Four frowned as he looked around the room. He could only see two doors leading off of the main room. Something was missing, obviously, one of the rooms was a bathroom but then that meant that there was only one…

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted. Eric must have understood his thought process because he pointed to the couch.

"That is where you are sleeping." He deadpanned speaking to Four for the first time since threatening to kill him in Max's office.

"No way Eric, This is your fucking fault you sleep of the couch." Four said looking at Eric as if he had lost his damn mind.

"My fault, please… you hit me first."  Eric snorted back, rolling his eyes.

"Because you were asking for it." Four snapped brushing past Eric to go towards the door.

The bedroom was small, It's wall's were painted a light gray color and the only furniture in the room was two full beds and a nightstand between them. There was one small window and another door that lead to the bathroom but other than that the room felt like a small cell

"I'm not sleeping on the couch." Four repeated himself. Eric came in behind him and sat down on one of the beds claiming it for himself.

"Fine stiff, but I swear to God I'm smothering you with your own pillow if you snore." Four rolled his eyes at Eric's retort.

"I'm not a stiff anymore." He mumbled walking to his bed.

Four spent the next hour unpacking his stuff and arguing with Eric. The asshole had the nerve to think he could tell Four where to put his things. Four noticed that just like him Eric had only brought a few boxes that really only contained alcohol and clothes.

Four wasn't much better though, he grabbed some clothes, things from his bathroom, and food. He was in the kitchen putting some things away when he heard Eric enter and jump up on the counter.

"Get the fuck off the counter Eric, it's gross." Four bristled upon turning around and seeing him. The only thing Eric did in response was to flick him off then go back to his drink.

He opened the fridge and wasn't surprised to see it only stocked with whiskey, vodka, and protein powder.

"Really?" Four said exasperated, he wasn't even three hours into being Eric's roommate and he was already tired of his shit.

"I eat in the dining hall." Was all the other man said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Don't eat my food, Don't touch my stuff, hell don't go on my side of the room." Four listed off figuring he may as well lay down some ground rules while he had the leaders attention.

"Fine by me." Eric said simply jumping off the counter and walking out of the room. Something about his tone set Four on edge, he was up to no good.

Eric was fairly quiet the rest of the night, managing to stay out of Four's way in the small apartment. They butted heads over closet space for a while, but even then Eric seemed all to happy to come to a compromise, Four would get the dresser and Eric could have the closet. He felt tense as he put his clothes away, this was too easy.

After a few more hours of just cleaning up the apartment and watching Eric closely, Four decided to retreat to the bedroom. He got ready for bed and lounged across his bed reading, He could almost say that it was peaceful that is until Eric entered the room. Eric grabbed a pair of sweatpants and then slipped into the bathroom.

Four returned to reading but soon heard Eric reenter the room shirtless clad in only the pants he had grabbed earlier. Four couldn't help but check out his chest as he stood there, leaning in the doorway. That is one thing he had to admit when it came to Eric, as much of an asshole as he was, he was defiantly a sight for sore eyes. It was only as he trailed his gaze upwards and noticed Eric watching him as he brushed his teeth.

Four half expected for Eric to call him out on checking his chest out but he didn't, instead he just stood there casually. He frowned as he watched the other man trying to figure out what his angle was and then he noticed the toothbrush.

"Is that mine?" Four shouted, shooting up from his bed.

Eric furrowed his eyebrows and faked innocence. "What are you talking about?"

"The toothbrush, asshole."

Eric pulled it out of his mouth and made a mocking noise in surprise.

"Oh well would you look at that, it is! Ooops, sorry about that Four." Eric's tone was anything but apologetic as he stuck the toothbrush back in his mouth while Four glared at him.

"I fucking hate you." Was all four could say and that triggered a villainous smile to stretch across Eric's face as he retreated back into the bathroom.

He reentered the room and proceeded to turn off all the lights four had been using to read before getting into his bed. Four sighed as he looked into the darkness, he reached over and turned the light on the nightstand back on. Eric waited till he heard Four settle back into a comfortable position then rolled back over to reached other and shut the light back off.

Four let out a string of curses, giving up, he was to tired to put up with it. Throwing his book back on the table he laid down to go to bed. It was only as he was dozing off to sleep that he heard the faint sound of Eric chuckling.

Four woke up the next morning to the blaring alarm he had set the night before. He rolled over and shut it off, just lying there in bed trying to wake up. He had never been much of a morning person anyways. He finally woke up enough to get out of bed and stumbled his way into the kitchen, wincing at the state of his ribs. He was putting a pot of coffee on still half asleep when he heard the sound of the shower in the other room.

That woke him up, He rushed to the bathroom door fully prepared to bust in until he realized that it was locked. He cursed then tried the other door ending up with the same results. Eric didn't have to be up for another half an hour. It was agreed that Four would get up and get the first shower then it was Eric's turn.

"Eric, you motherfucker!" He yelled pounding on the door.

Four had to wait thirty minutes for Eric to get out of the shower. He entered the bedroom clad in only a towel and a smug smile.

"You better hurry Four you might be late." Eric said cheerfully, Four brushed past him and slammed the door behind him.

It was only as he turned the shower on did he realize that Eric had used every drop of hot water. He rushed to take a quick freezing cold shower and then got dressed, hoping he had time to eat.

He ran to the kitchen and saw Eric leaning against the counter eating a bowl of his cereal and sipping at a cup of the coffee had had made earlier. Four snatched the half full bowl from Eric wordlessly and dumped it in the sink. He half expected more of a reaction from Eric but he got nothing in response. Four looked around the room for the coffee pot he had made earlier only to find it missing.

He glanced at Eric who was hiding a smile behind a cup of the very coffee and Four instantly looked to the sink. Sure enough in the sink next to where Four had dumped Eric's cereal was his empty coffee pot. Four could tell that Eric had poured it down the drain and glared at him.

"You're an asshole, you know that Eric…" Four growled as exited the kitchen and started to collect his stuff to leave, Eric simply snickered before following after him.

"Four?"

"What?!" He snapped.

"I hope you have a terrible day." Eric responded.

"Yeah you too Eric, I hope everything goes wrong for you." Four quipped back before leaving the apartment making sure to slam the door on his way out.

This was going to truly be a miserable year, Four could already feel it.

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Fireworks

Pairing: Eric x Four Prompt: It’s tradition to kiss someone on new years eve, right?  Fandom: Divergent series Word count: 1554 Warning: Drinking, smoking, and slight language

A/N: Alright so happy new years! I hope everyone had a great night. I have been wanting to do a fic with this pairing for a while so here we go. I am fouric shipping trash and there isn't near enough fanfic out there for these two. I know there are lots of people out there who hate this ship but just remember this is a hate free blog so if you don't like it, don't read. For those of you who do, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you would like to see next! -Lola

Four hated crowds, he hated the way he felt as he tried to slid his way between the bodies of complete strangers, he hated the way his claustrophobia gripped at him. His chest felt tight and his hands were clammy as he tried to keep himself together.

He should have just stayed home, away from all the people and the loud noise. But instead, he let Zeke talk him into going down to the pit for the new years celebration that was going on.

The night started out okay, Zeke understood Fours disposition to the crowd so they hung back from the huge packs of people. But as the night continued on and more alcohol entered his system, what was supposed to be them hanging out at the edge crowd turned into Zeke leading him through the large throng of people.

They were both a little drunk, Zeke more so than the other. Four could feel his heart racing and his mind felt foggy with a combination of the beer and anxiety.

Zeke had a strong grip on Four's wrist as he led them through the crowd but the contact didn't help, if anything it made him feel more trapped.

It was only as a large group that they had been trying to slide by started dancing and singing that the two men were separated.  Zeke was quickly swallowed by the crowd and Four felt his anxiety skyrocket.

He could feel himself beginning to hyperventilate as he looked for a break in the sea on people. Zeke was long gone and Four could feel his sense of direction beginning to fade. He stumbled his way through with no idea where he was going, He could just barely make out the neon sign of what he thought was a bar but his body felt weak.

He couldn't tell if he was going to pass out or throw up, maybe both. He felt himself accidently slam into someone, but he didn't pay attention to who. He tried to mumble an apology but it wouldn't come out. Four was starting to see spots when he felt someone, presumably whoever he bumped into, grab him by the back of the neck. They started to escort slash drag him out of the crowd.

Whoever it was had an iron grip on his neck that almost bordered on painful, Four struggled to keep up and steady his breathing.

Relief washed over him as they pushed out of the bulk of the crowd but there were still two many people and he couldn't breathe.

The person who held on to him must have sensed that because they didn't stop walking. They gripped onto one of Four's arms also and lead him past the bar and out a door that lead to an empty hallway.

The hall was almost pitch black, only slightly lit by the eerie red glow of the exit signs. The music that had been blasting in the pit now sounded muted.

The person let go of Four's neck and pushed him forward slightly. Four stumbled forward and caught himself on the wall. He turned around and rested his back on the wall for a second before leaning forward and resting his hands on his partially bent knees. He hung his head and gasped for air, struggling to compose himself.

After a few minutes, his breathing had somewhat returned to normal, still a little labored. He could still sense another presence in the room. He looked up and squinted his eyes at the person leaning against the wall across from him. He could tell it was a man and he had a distinct feeling who it was, all his suspicions were confirmed when he watched the figure begin to light a cigarette.

Eric looked back at him with mild disinterest as he began to puff on his cigarette.

"You made me spill my beer." Was all he said after a few minutes in a deadpan tone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Eric." Four retorted back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Why did you help me?"

"Because it was a little pitiful watching you struggle.." Eric said amused.

"I didn't need your help."

"Oh yes you did, you were about five seconds from passing out."

"Yeah well. Thanks." Four was a little taken back by Eric's 'kindness'.

"No problem stiff." Was all he said in a mocking tone. Four rolled his eyes, so much for being kind.

They stood there for a few more minutes in a still silence. Eric finished his cigarette and then stubbed it out on the ground. He pushed himself from the wall and made his way towards the door.

"Go home Four, Who know who is going to help you through your next…Freak out.."

"Screw you Eric." Four bristled.

"Wouldn't you like that." Was all Eric said snickering before he disappeared back into the pit.

Four had been half tempted to just go home, but it pissed him off that Eric thought that he could just tell him what to do. So instead, he reentered from a different set of door, away from Eric and searched for Zeke.

He eventually caught up with his friends somehow and Zeke apologized about a hundred times.

Somehow they all ended up at the bar four had seen earlier. The group laughed and Four eventually felt himself relaxing the more he drank. All the lights shut off in the pit leaving it only lit by the moon above them. Cheers filled the room as people began to count down to midnight.

10

9

8

Four felt someone grab onto him and he could tell that whoever it was going to want a kiss. He momentarily felt panic but pushed that away as he came to terms with the fact that he was drunk and he couldn't see whoever it was so what's the point in worrying.

6

5

4

The person's grip tightened on his hips at the number Four and he had the distinct feeling that whoever it was, knew who he was.

2

1

More cheering filled the room and he felt the person holding him duck down and find his lips with ease. He felt awkward at first but eventually began to kiss back.

He placed his hands on the strangers hips and they moved their hands up to his cropped hair. Four could tell that whoever it was, was male and he could taste alcohol and cigarettes on their breath

The kiss started out innocent enough but grew rougher the longer they stood together. He felt one of the man's hands leave his hair and reach down to grip his ass. He let out a small gasp at that and the person deepened the kiss, shoving his tongue in Fours mouth. The two battled for dominance as the kiss grew more rough and sloppy.He could almost feel the sparks and fireworks they talk about in the books.

Four sensed the lights flicker back on around him but he didn't want to pull away. He heard cheering and yelling around him but figured it was just more people celebrating around him. 

His lungs were burning for oxygen and he pulled away slightly, still not opening his eyes. He nipped at his partner's lower lip as they pulled away and he felt his ass get squeezed in response. He heard a snicker that was all too familiar and his eyes shot open. For felt his blood run cold as he looked at who he had just shared the heated make out session with.

Eric's lips were slightly swollen and red, there was a wicked glint in his eyes that made Fours stomach start to churn. He pushed Eric away from him and that earned an even louder laugh from the other man. Before he could think twice about it, he punched Eric straight in the mouth.

Four looked around and realized that the cheering he had heard when the lights had come back on had been for them. People gathered around and watched them with a mixture of shock and confusion.

Eric whipped some of the blood from his now bleeding nose, still laughing a little.

"You’re a good kisser stiff, wasn’t expecting that." He said finally, that glint still in his eyes.

"Go fuck yourself, Eric." Four snapped.

"I just might after a kiss like that, wanna help?" He said with a wink. Four lunged back towards Eric but Zeke seemed to appear out of nowhere to stop him.

"See you around stiff.." Eric chuckled before disappearing into the crowd.

Four tried his best to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends, he really did. He tried drinking some more and that just made it worse. All he could think about was that damn kiss. He eventually gave up and called it a night heading home before the rest of his merry group.

The sad thing was that it wasn't the fact that he had kissed Eric that upset him. Eric did shit all the time to try and get a rise out of him. It was the fact that he wanted to keep kissing the stranger, the fact that after finding out that it was Eric just made him want to continue the kiss even more.

He was so fucking screwed.

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My thoughts on Insurgent (MAJOR SPOILERS)

- what how does christina know about will?? - oh nvm it was just a dream - oh thats why four jumped in front of the train - omg fouric - four and eric would be an amazing pairing - wait what - eric no - four - four why did you kill him -i dont care if he dies in the book - his death isnt even right anyway - four you idiot - why didn't you save marlene - you were literally right there you could have caught her - evelyn why - you werent supposed to kill jeanine - tori where are you - tori why didn't you stab jeanine - toRI - great so now both of my favourite characters are dead and tori dies next book perfect

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Divergent [Eric x Four] Bloody moon To become one is their bloody fate.