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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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