Authors Note: No matter how many time I wish upon a star: Eric will never ever belong to me. Nor will Tris and Eric be a couple.*sob*

Fanfiction is written for the Author's enjoyment. I write for my readers too but if you don't like the pairing please don't send me reviews or pms saying it sucks. I'm not forcing you to read it. You chose to read this and you can stop at any time. I'm all for constructive criticism or even idea's (you will be credited for giving me it) and I'm not a mean person I swear!

Notes for My readers

All characters look like the movie version, and are the same age.

Divergent belongs to Veronica Roth

Recognized Character's might be OOC at times (Just giving you fair warning!)

Prompt: Imagine character A accidentally catching character B masturbating. Character B does not notice they have an audience and continues what they're doing, including saying things like how much they want character A to fuck them. Character A finally pipes up, "You know, that could be arranged, if you'd like"

Eric tilted his head back as he sat in his office. It had been a long day and an even longer afternoon. He didn't want to leave his office just yet since he was able to still hear Four and Max arguing over the next year's initiation. It hadn't changed in years and Four had to realize that it never would. Although, he did like that the stiff wrote down the other day, the paper still laying innocently on his desk. Sitting up he grabbed the paper before setting his feet on the table and re-read it. She was suggesting that all female initiates get trained by a female trainer separately from the males at least until the first cut where they would fight one another. The idea had merit, since many females that came through Dauntless had different fighting styles and this would mean there would be more women to choose from. Not that it mattered in his case. He was one of the bigger assholes in Dauntless and he knew it. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs that he could feel forming he got to his feet and decided it was better to work up a sweat before bed, maybe a run or some knife throwing would make him feel better.

Entering the training room he took a deep breath and relaxed his tense shoulders. This was a place he could almost relax in. His apartment was the only place he could in the Dauntless Compound and he rarely did. Walking towards the punching bags he paused as he heard a soft moan. Closing his eyes and counting to ten he opened them again hoping he didn't have to deal with more horny dependants. He dealt with them more than he liked to admit, and for a guy that rarely if ever got a female's attention, seeing naked dependents was never high on his list of things to do. Turning on his heel he made his way to where he could hear the sounds coming from. Whoever it was it was female, he noted as he walked closer. Peering behind weights and bags he finally spotted the person making the soft sounds in the far corner of the training room. There was no camera's in this section since they were currently broken and Eric had to either give them props for finding that out or it was either Gus's niece a dependant, or Four's girlfriend the stiff herself, Tris.

Looking a little longer at the top of the others head he decided it was Tris, Gus's niece not having that color of hair that he remembered anyways. Smirking he stepped into view of her before stopping, his eyes locating the tattoo he knew belong to Tris on her collarbone before he let his eyes run over her body, his lips parting in shock ever so slightly when he noticed her fingers rubbing circles and dipping in and out of her center.

"Fuck Four, Fuck Uriah, Fuck Will" Tris hissed as she touched herself unaware of Eric watching her.

"Stupid boyfriend not wanting to have sex with me. You're not ready Tris, Bullshit" Tris said, Eric's eyebrow raising as he listened to her.

"Fuck You Eric" Tris said making Eric jump the slightest bit his fingers flexing, wondering if she actually knew that he was there watching her.

"Why, why do I want him to fuck me so badly?" Tris moaned dropping her head back carefully, Eric's eyes widening.

"Fuck I don't care how, against the wall, over his desk in his office, on the floor, Fuck as long as he actually fucked me, Fuck I want that so bad." Tris said breathlessly as her fingers worked herself faster, Eric licking his lips slowly. He never would have expected that Tris would ever want to sleep with him. The fact that she was swearing as she talked about it only added to his enjoyment of the sight of her on the floor of the training room her pants and underwear around her knees as she touched herself. Slipping his vest off his shoulders he moved closer before getting to his knees next to her, his eyes taking in her flushed cheeks and parted lips before falling to watch her hand dip in and out of herself.

"You know, that can be arranged, if you like" Eric said with a smirk on his lips his hands darting to catch Tris's wrist's. His eyes were dark and unreadable as he looked at her, before he took both of her thin wrists in one hand and lowered his empty hand to her center and started rubbing her clit making her gasp in shock. He could see her heart racing under her skin, her eyes wide with fear and desire, the desire growing stronger as he started to touch her. Tris calmed her racing heart the best she could as she gave herself over to the pleasure Eric was giving her. His fingers were rough and so was his touch, his fingers dipping into her making her gasp and moan at the same time.

"Does the stiff want me to fuck her?" Eric taunted leaning closer to Tris as he worked his fingers in and out slowly, taking pleasure in the fact he was able to feel Tris's legs shaking on either side of his arm.

"Fuck Yes" Tris hissed as Eric's fingers moved his thumb circling her sensitive clit making her arch into his hand, her eyes falling closed. She felt Eric lick his lips as he pushed his fingers deeper and curled them, Tris shuddering as his fingers brushed her g-spot, stars appearing in front of her eyes.

"Doesn't your boyfriend fuck you stiff?" Eric taunted as he pulled back as Tris opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes blazing with hatred. That was something he wanted to see. That fire that seemed to burn within her, that drove her. Smirking still he watched as she shuddered again, this time because of his thumb over her clit.

"No. but we both know you don't care if he does or not." Tris countered before moaning softly as Eric thrust his fingers in hard.

"Your right I don't" Eric said as Tris looked at him again, more desire in her eyes than anything else as she glanced up at Eric's other hand pinning her arms down to the weight stand.

"But I do want to know why a little stiff wants me to fuck her"

"Like you would need a reason to do anything you wanted to" Tris countered hissing as he tightened his hands on her wrists.

"Come on now Eric. We both know that you would have yelled at me if you didn't want it, You wouldn't be on your knees fingering me if you didn't want it as much as I do" Tris said daring Eric to contradict her. Pulling his fingers out of her he pulled a knife from his pocket and trailed it over her legs cutting her underwear off and using it to tie her wrists to the stand.

"True, but only one of us knows just how hard you're going to get fucked" Eric said as he pulled Tris's pants off fully, leaving her bare from the waist down. Licking his lips he stroked her thighs before settling himself between them and undoing the button to his pants and after a quick glance up at Tris's face worked them down slowly, taking care to watch the look as his length came into view of Tris. The way her lips parted just so before her tongue darted out to wet them. Leaning over her, his one hand on her thigh holding her legs open for him as he rubbed the head of his length over the wet opening before he started to enter her. Hitting a barrier he smirked.

"Never thought a stiff would give her virginity to me" Eric taunted as Tris huffed at him.

"Fuck you Eric" Tris snapped a gasp leaving her lips after as he tore the barrier and filled her completely with his length.

"Fuck you're tight" Eric swore as he leaned over her. Tris moaned curling her hands around the weight stand to give her something to hold onto as Eric started thrusting up into her. Tris bit her lower lip to keep her moans in. The last thing she wanted was to get caught by someone. It was bad enough she had been caught by Eric masturbating, but if she needed to think about a silver lining she was actually losing her virginity and getting to sleep with the man she found attractive. Tris gasped as Eric thrust up hard into her before covering her mouth with his hand, his body curling over hers hiding it.

"Zeke I swear to god, one of these days I'm going to accept Max's offer to become leader if only it means things change around here" Four's voice carried from the other side of the room, Eric's thrusts slowing, his eyes rolling before he glanced at Tris who had somehow gotten one of his fingers into her mouth and was gently biting it.

"And leave us in the control room? Dude you're my friend and all but you're going to ditch us and spend your days with Eric who you hate? Max would kill you both if Eric didn't get to you first" Zeke said, Tris now licking Eric's other finger before biting both gently and sucking on them bringing a low strangled moan from his throat.

"Do you want your boyfriend to catch us stiff?" Eric hissed before his lips curled into a smirk.

"Or is this a turn on. Almost getting caught?" Eric taunted doing his best not to moan as Tris kept sucking on his fingers, his mind replacing his fingers with his length, making it throb inside of her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips meeting his thrusts no matter how hard they were.

"Wouldn't you like to know" Tris whispered back as the sound of knives hitting the board started. Eric growled low in his throat and cut her underwear from its spot around her wrists before tugging her with him lower and braced himself over her better as he started thrusting up into her hard and fast Tris's arms wrapping around his neck.

"Fuck" Tris hissed as Eric's hand moved and tugged her shirt down far enough before catching her nipple in his mouth and bit it gently, his tongue soothing the bite after, Tris's fingers working into his hair mindlessly, the sound of Four bad talking Eric and tossing knives was the only sound other than their breathing.

"Fuck I'm going to cum" Eric hissed against her breasts, this thrusts growing more erratic. Pulling his mouth away from her breasts he hesitated for a moment before kissing her, her mouth opening to his tongue long before he dropped his one hand to tease and touch her sensitive clit. Feeling the start of Tris's orgasm Eric thrust faster, letting out a low moan the same time Tris did, both of them never breaking the contact between their mouths. Spilling his seed into Tris he propped himself up over her, aware of her fingers under his shirt, touching him as they caught their breath.

"Where do you think Eric went? He was headed this way then he vanished" Zeke said, as Eric jerked when he felt Tris's lips on his neck but stayed still otherwise.

"A Run likely. Either way I'm glad he's not here." Four remarked as Zeke laughed.

"Good thing Eric doesn't have a thing for Tris otherwise you my friend would be on trial for murder" Zeke said as the door slammed shut, Eric looking down at Tris who was kissing the bold leadership tattoo's on his neck slowly. Tris licked her lips slowly as she pulled back and looked at Eric watching him as he pulled out of her and tucked himself away in his pants. Tris sat up slowly before she tucked her broken underwear into Eric's vest pocket and got dressed her eyes following the ruthless leader from the room a smile creeping onto her face.