Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1447705.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Divergent_Series_-_Veronica_Roth
  Relationship:
      Four/Tris_Prior, Christina/Will
  Character:
      Tris_Prior, Four_(Divergent), Christina_(Divergent), Will_(Divergent),
      Uriah, Zeke, Peter_Hayes_(Divergent), Al_(Divergent), Marlene_
      (Divergent), Lynn_(Divergent), Molly
  Additional Tags:
      Party, House_Party, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Drinking, Underage_Drinking, Sexual
      Content, Oral_Sex, First_Time, Loss_of_Virginity, Crushes, Badass!Tris,
      References_to_Drugs, Sports
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-11 Words: 4625
****** Party Spirit ******
by ThePenguinOfDeath
Summary
     Tris doesn't normally do parties. Parties require dressing up and
     tolerating loud music that only exists to blow people's eardrums. But
     the elusive Four is rumoured to be going to this one, and Tris is
     strangely attracted to his air of danger and mystery.
Notes
     I felt like writing a Divergent High School AU. So I did. There are
     very few references to school and it's quite British rather than
     American in the language used, so it could just as easily be at a
     British secondary school, but calling it a high school AU is easier.
     I apologise for any necessary OOC-ness of the characters. I tried to
     keep them as close as possible.
Tris wasn't normally one for parties.
It wasn't that she had anything against them per se, it was just that there was
always something else she would prefer to do. Like attend an extra kickboxing
class, or go climbing with Uriah at the city's climbing wall. Tris had always
preferred something with a bit more of a rush than pounding music and alcohol
provided. True, she shared a bottle of vodka with Christina from time to time,
but that was more about the risk and camaraderie than drinking in itself.
A proper house party was an entirely different conundrum.
Christina and Will had begged her for days to attend. Even Uriah had let slip
that he was going, and Lynn had said she would be handing out marijuana to
'liven things up'. But even so, it had taken a rumour of a different kind to
persuade Tris to agree.
According to Al, the elusive Four was planning on attending.
Four was the wet dream of every straight or bi female and straight or bi male
in the city. Eighteen years old and gorgeous, his abs looked like they had been
sculpted by the gods and his eyes pierced your very soul. Like just about
everything else, Tris had wanted him since she had first seen him. But unlike
everyone else, Tris had also bothered to try and get to know him – and the more
she uncovered, the more the mysterious guy drew her in and set her pulse
racing.
There was no doubt that he was dangerous. But Tris had always courted danger.
That was how Tris found herself standing in front of a mirror, staring at her
reflection with a frown. She wasn't normally required to dress nicely for
things, and she was finding her wardrobe severely lacking. There was an awful
lot of baggy grey clothing and tight black sportswear, but that was about it.
Martial arts and extreme sports didn't exactly call for pretty dresses or
skirts.
Tris was starting to seriously consider turning up in her workout gear (at
least it showed off her toned midriff) when she remembered her cousin's
wedding. At the time, she had cursed the need to buy a pretty dress, but now...
Mentally crossing her fingers, Tris rooted around the depths of her wardrobe
before finally discovering what she wanted. Pulling out the protective case,
she shook the dust off before laying it down and unzipping the side.
It wasn't perfect. The dress had been bought for a summer wedding, and was thus
a light blue colour and made of a floaty material that reached just below the
knee. It was fairly demurely cut, showing a hint of breast but not much, and
had straps that held it firmly on her shoulders. Honestly, it was much more
suited to a garden party than a house party, but it would have to do. At least
it would make her look vaguely feminine, which was more than her usual clothing
did.
No wonder Four had never paid any attention to her. She dressed like a middle-
aged single lady who existed exclusively on takeout. But then again, her
clothes were at least comfortable, which was more than she could say for most
of Christina's 'Creations'.
Half an hour later, Tris was more or less prepared. The dress still fit,
thankfully, although it was a little tight on the chest – apparently her boobs
had been even flatter a year ago. That did provide a slight bonus in that it
pushed them up and together, making them slightly more apparent, but it made
Tris long for her usual tracksuits. Accessory wise, Tris admitted to being
clueless, but she had found a silver bracelet lying around that seemed to match
OK. She also had a locket that her mother had given her which felt cold against
her skin. She had debated over doing something with her hair, but decided to
just leave it loose. Normally, Tris kept it harshly tied back, and just leaving
it down seemed strange. Actually styling it might give her friends an aneurysm.
Satisfied that she could do no more, Tris grabbed her phone and fired off a
quick text to Christina. Christina had promised to come over and 'escort' Tris
to the party – which meant, of course, that Christina would look over her
outfit and fret over the lack of matching shoes. The joys of having a fashion-
conscious friend.
The doorbell rang after just a few minutes, and Tris heard her mother
compliment Christina on her dress before sending her upstairs. Tris glanced in
the mirror one last time before turning to greet her friend.
"Woah."
Tris blinked. Christina was staring at her with an open mouth.
"Ok, if you own something that cute, why the hell have you not worn it before?
You might have actually got someone to notice you! I mean, it's a bit summery
for me, but it's sure as Hell better than what you normally wear."
"Hello to you too." Tris rolled her eyes at her friend. "You look nice. New
dress?"
"I went shopping last week. Figured if I got something nice then Will might
finally get the guts to ask me out."
Tris laughed. The crush that Will had on Christina was so obvious it was
startling, and Christina had been dropping hints that it was reciprocated for
months, but Will remained blind. Still, he couldn't fail to notice how
Christina looked tonight. Her hair was styled on top of her head and she was
wearing a deep red dress that accentuated her curves. It dipped down in a
rather daring neckline that showed a little too much breast to be decent, but
it suited Christina.
"Do you have your eye on anyone tonight?"
Typical Christina, the eternal matchmaker. Tris sighed.
"No one special." She lied. She couldn't exactly come out and say Four, every
girl had their eye on him. She would seem like an idiot.
"Al likes you." Christina helpfully hinted.
"I know." Tris tried to hide her grimace. "He isn't exactly subtle. But he's
not really my type."
"Too tame?"
"Too cowardly." It sounded harsh, but Tris needed a partner who cultivated
danger in the same way she did. Otherwise they wouldn't really understand each
other.
"Well there'll be plenty of guys to choose from tonight. Come on, let's go
knock 'em dead. Shoes?"
Tris smiled, before pausing. "About that..."
"Oh come on Tris! Please don't tell me you didn't forget the second most
important part of the outfit."
Tris's silence gave all the answer Christina needed.
"Ugh, you're impossible. I don't know how you've made it this far. Do you have
a pair of flats at least?"
Shrugging, Tris rooted around in her wardrobe and finally dug out a pair of
simple white flats. She vaguely recognised them from when she had been roped
into a dance class to help practise fluidity for her kickboxing.
"They'll do." Christina declared. "Now hurry up, I don't want to be late."
Pulling the shoes on, Tris gave on last look at her reflection before following
her friend. At least she wouldn't look completely out of place. Hopefully she
could blend into the background and perhaps catch a glance of Four.
Of course, her luck never worked like that. As soon as Christina pulled the car
up across from the party, they were accosted by a strangely cheerful Uriah.
"Tris! Christina! You made it!"
"What did you think was going to happen? Alien abduction?"
"Well no, but I wouldn't have put it past you to ditch us to go climbing.
Didn't Shauna organise some kind of competition?"
"Don't remind me." Tris had seriously considered abandoning her party plans
when Shauna had mentioned a climbing competition. They were always great fun,
and she was on a winning streak. But the lure of Four and her promise to her
friends had prevented her from backing out.
"Anyway, let's get some drinks. They've got some pretty decent beer, I'm quite
impressed. Peter's an asshole but he can sure throw parties."
Uriah slung an arm over Tris's shoulders and practically dragged her inside.
She noticed a few people giving her a strange glance, as if they weren't used
to seeing her dressed up. Tris resisted the urge to roll her eyes at them.
Inside it was packed with people, far too dark to be sensible and vibrating
with the music. It wasn't even good music, some strange electronic that made
Tris cringe. Why people liked this stuff was beyond her. But rather than
display her social ineptitude she ignored the assault on her ears and accepted
a beer from Uriah.
The first part of the party passed agonisingly slowly. Tris made simple
conversation with a few of her classmates, and even bumped into Uriah's brother
Zeke, who worked as a coach at her kickboxing club. They spent a good ten
minutes discussing upcoming competitions before he was dragged away by some
girl wearing a suffocating quantity of perfume. Gagging silently, Tris glanced
around at the gaggles of people and tried to feel less uncomfortable.
The only reason she had agreed to come was because of Four, and from what she
could tell, he wasn't even here yet. He might not come at all. Hiding her
disappointment, Tris struck up a conversation with the nearby Molly, who was
about as interesting as a brick but at least made Tris feel like less of a
loner.
She was distracted when a buzz went up around her, and she turned around to see
a familiar figure striding into the room.
Four looked as handsome as ever, a leather jacket hugging his frame and a pair
of black skinny jeans showing off his assets. He nodded to a few people as he
made his way through the crowd, seemingly at home. Zeke actually stopped him
and they exchanged a few words – Tris hadn't known they were friends, but from
the way they were acting they were certainly familiar with each other.
Then Four glanced up and met her gaze for a moment, and Tris couldn't breathe.
It was horribly cliché, and Tris hated how much like a romance novel character
she felt. But meeting Four's eyes made her heart pause in her chest and her
lungs give up on their mission. His eyes remained on hers for a fraction of a
second before sliding away, barely reacting, but it felt like a lifetime.
Tris needed another drink. Not a beer either – something stronger. Straight
vodka if they had it.
Moving away from the gaggle of girls that had congregated to natter about
Four's presence, Tris grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured some into a beaker.
She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice the figure coming up behind her.
"You know, drinking vodka straight is never a good sign."
Tris almost dropped the beaker. She knew that voice. Goosebumps erupted over
every inch of her skin.
"How so?" She tried to remain calm as she turned and looked up at the amused
face of Four.
"Well, for one thing, it suggests you're not having fun. And for another, it
hints that you're drinking to get drunk, rather than for pleasure. It's a bit
early to be doing that, I think."
Tris quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so? I can tell you now that the alcohol
content of this beaker is less than in that cocktail you're holding – yours can
just be drunk faster, enabling the alcohol to affect me more quickly. It would
be the logical choice for getting drunk."
Four smiled. "Cute and smart. I like it. I'm Four."
"Like I didn't already knew that." That sounded weird. Tris tried again. "I'm
Tris."
"I know. We go to the same school."
He'd noticed her? Tris's breathing sped up. "Well, technically yes, but
considering you're hardly ever there..."
Four laughed. It was a deep sound and it sent a spurt of longing through Tris's
body.
"Actually, I normally am there, I just don't visit the cafeteria or common room
much. I find the crowds overbearing."
Tris gave a pointed look around her.
"Do you see me at these events often?"
The reply was probably meant to make a point, but Tris just shrugged.
"No, but then again I never go to these either. I don't find them particularly
enjoyable."
"So why are you here?" The curiosity wasn't disguised.
"Why are you?" Answering a question with a question seemed juvenile, and
normally Tris would have been happy to answer, but she wasn't going to tell
Four about her crush. He would just dismiss her as a silly little girl. Plus,
his 'fan club' was only a few feet away, no doubt gossiping about Four and
Tris.
"Touché." Four smiled again. "Want to get out of here?"
Tris's mind hit overdrive. She couldn't have heard that right.
"What?"
"I feel like a walk. It's too loud in here. Do you want to come?"
Tris tried and failed not to see the double meaning in that.
"Sure. Lead the way."
Tris couldn't believe her luck as she followed Four out of the house. She
caught Christina's gaze as she left, and her friend was glancing at her as if
she couldn't decide if what she was seeing was real.
"So, Tris." Her name sounded fantastic on his lips. "Tell me about yourself."
Tris was surprised. "I'm not exactly a mystery you know, unlike you."
"You're a mystery to me."
That shouldn't have sounded seductive.
"Um." Tris paused. "I don't know. I have an older brother, Caleb, we're in the
same year but we're not twins. He's a brainiac, always has his head stuck in a
book. My dad works for a council and my mum-"
"I asked about you." Four had shoved his hands in his pockets.
Tris took a breath. "There isn't much to say. I'm sixteen, I'm a school kid and
I like martial arts and extreme sports. There's nothing interesting there."
"On the contrary, I find that fascinating. I've seen you fight. You fight like
you have something to prove."
"You've seen me fight? How?"
Four glanced at her. "We're in the same kickboxing club. Well, I teach rather
than train, which is probably why we haven't met, but I'm still there. When my
sessions finish early I like to watch yours. You're very talented."
Tris ignored the warm feeling in her chest. Four had seen her. He had seen her
fighting, noticed her, and he thought she was good.
"I've been there for years. You must have been a trainee at some point, you're
only a couple of years older than me."
"Private tuition." He seemed uncomfortable with saying it, like he was
admitting some kind of crime.
"Lucky. I wish my parents could afford that, but my climbing membership and
caving trips cost a fortune as it is. Plus I took a skydiving course over the
summer."
"See that's what I like about you. You're not afraid to take risks."
Tris almost responded with how that was what she liked about him too, but
refrained.
"I wouldn't say unafraid, I just believe in facing your fears. Conquering them
makes you stronger."
"I'll drink to that." Four drained his cocktail and tossed the beaker into a
bin on the side of the road. "It's freezing out here. How adverse would you be
to coming back to my place?"
Tris almost froze. There was no way this could be happening.
"I'd love to." Her voice only wavered once. "Won't your parents mind?"
His face seemed to harden. "I live alone."
"Oh. Well that makes it easier. Is it far?"
"A mile or so, if you don't mind the walk."
Tris snorted. "I run ten miles every morning to wake myself up. A mile walk is
fine."
"We can run if you want." Four was teasing, but Tris was actually tempted.
"Alright then."
Four grinned. "I'll race you."
He set off before Tris could blink, his legs pounding down the road. She took
off after him, the ballet flats offering no cushioning and her dress flowing
out. She distantly recalled that she wasn't wearing the best knickers to flash
someone with, but chasing Four, she didn't really care. Apparently that
muscular physique wasn't just for show – he could certainly run, and she almost
struggled to keep up.
It was barely any time at all before they reached a block of flats, and Four
punched in a key code. He was breathing faster, a slight sheen of sweat on his
neck, and Tris thought he looked gorgeous. She grinned up at him as she
followed him inside, stepping into the lift and watching as he pressed the
button for the fourth floor.
"You're fast." He complimented her.
"So are you."
"I'm in a running club."
Tris had no idea how she'd missed this kind of information before.
His gaze suddenly flickered to her dress. "Your dress is kind of..."
Tris glanced down to see the skirt was all caught up, exposing her thighs. She
sighed.
"I never normally wear dresses. They're irritating. I kind of wish I could take
it off."
"I wouldn't object."
The lift dinged to let them know they had reached the fourth floor. Tris barely
noticed.
"Sorry. Too forward?" Four seemed a little unsure, and Tris tried to persuade
her vocal cords to work.
"No! No, it's fine. More than fine. Just..." Tris scrabbled for the words.
Four lifted up one finger and pressed it to her lips. Her eyes widened at the
touch.
"Shh. Don't be scared." He stepped out of the lift, his eyes beckoning her to
follow.
Tris followed. "I'm not scared." She protested.
She was scared. In fact, she was terrified. But fear was something that she
lived for. Fear made everything come alive, waking her up in a way that nothing
else could. Adrenaline was like a heroin rush to her. The combination of fear
and Four was intoxicating.
"Of course not." Four sounded amused, and he gave an indulgent smile as he
unlocked his flat door and gestured for her to go inside.
Tris didn't like how that expression sat on his face. Desperate to prove him
wrong, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked his mouth down to hers.
Her lips covered his with force, trying to get him to stop thinking of her as a
little girl.
For a moment, Four seemed frozen. Then he surged forwards, slamming the door
closed with far too much force, the bang rattling the building. His hands shot
to Tris's waist and pulled her close, almost lifting her off the floor. She
felt herself moving towards the wall and twisted, not wanting to be pinned.
Four might be larger, stronger and male, but he was not taking charge. Tris
wasn't some weak little female to be dominated. She was an equal.
The kiss was almost like a battle, but not the perfectly choreographed fight
routines that Tris so often practised. No, this was like a dirty bar fight,
hands going everywhere and teeth clacking as they tried to find a rhythm. Both
Tris and Four were used to taking charge, and she felt Four smile into her
mouth at her feistiness. Her hands shoved the jacket off his shoulders and he
smirked fully, pulling away to divest himself of his jacket and t-shirt.
Tris was left face to face with his gorgeous chest, and practically started
salivating. Damn. She had seen some pretty impressive physiques at the gym and
martial arts centre, but Four took the cake. Tris couldn't stop herself from
reaching out to caress the planes of his chest, mapping out every contour. The
muscles rippled under her touch and she could feel his heart thudding. Well, at
least she wasn't the only one affected by what they were doing.
Then they were kissing again, Tris's blunt nails raking down his back and
revelling in the hiss Four let out as a response. His fingers nimbly undid the
zip at the back of her dress, slipping underneath to stroke her back. Tris
moaned, yanking the dress down without caring if she damaged it before leaning
back into Four. She could feel his hardness under his jeans and she wanted
more.
"Bedroom?" She asked.
Four's eyes darkened, and it was all Tris could do not to ravish him right
there. He grabbed her hand and yanked her after him, the motion sending a jolt
of pain through Tris's shoulder. She winced. Pain was something she was used
to, but that didn't mean it was something she liked.
Four's bedroom was small and plain, with a plaque saying 'Fear God Alone' on
the wall. Tris considered asking what it meant, but now wasn't the time.
Instead, she pushed him back on the bed and crawled over him, motioning at his
jeans.
"Off."
"Bossy." Four winked, before undoing his belt and slipping the jeans off. Tris
reached forward to caress his package through his boxers and he moaned, his
head tipping back.
"Fuck, Tris, the things you do to me."
"No more than you do to me." The confession slipped past her lips, but it was
worth it for the way Four growled before pulling her forwards, flipping their
positions so he was on top. His lips attacked her collarbone, leaving a wet
trail down to her breasts and Tris writhed beneath him. Her body was on fire,
and the only thing anchoring her to sanity was Four's mouth.
Four unclipped her bra, tossing it aside to give better access to her nipples.
The motion was easy, practised, and Tris tried not to feel irrationally jealous
at his experience. All of that was forgotten when he bent down and sucked on
one nipple, and the universe went into supernova behind Tris's eyes.
She vaguely registered letting out a noise like a scream, one hand sinking into
Four's hair and tugging his head over to the other side. He repeated the motion
on the other nipple and Tris surged up, her mouth slamming into Four's with
more passion than she had felt in her life. One hand slipped between them to
cup his erection and Four swore, Tris swallowing the sound. She moved her hand
inside his waistband and ran it over his cock once, smiling as she felt Four
tense.
He pulled himself back, grabbing his boxers and yanking them down and off. Tris
took the opportunity to remove her own knickers, feeling a renewed spurt of
fear as she did so. She had never been with a man like this before. Still, Tris
pushed past the fear and slipped the knickers off, peering up at Four through
her lashes.
"Four..."
"Tobias."
The correction shocked her.
"What?"
"My name wasn't going to be 'Four', was it? I've gone by that nickname for a
long time, but from you I want to hear my real name. Tobias. Just don't tell
anyone."
Why his name was a secret Tris didn't know, but she nodded. Tobias. It suited
him.
He seemed a little frozen after the admission, so Tris took control, crawling
along the bed until she was in front of his lap. She took his erection in one
hand and stroked it, smearing the blob of pre-cum that appeared to ease the
way. His head fell back, and she stroked a couple more times before getting an
idea.
According to Christina, guys loved this, and Christina was the resident expert.
Tris eyed Tobias's cock for a moment before moving her head down and taking it
into her mouth.
Four – no, Tobias - let out a loud moan and his hips surged forward, almost
choking Tris. She firmly held his hips in place as she adjusted to the foreign
feeling. Hopefully this felt a tonne better for Tobias than it did for her,
because right now, this was kind of unpleasant.
Not entirely certain what to do, Tris bobbed her head back and forward,
listening to the small noises that Tobias let out. She tried swirling her
tongue along the slit and was rewarded with another moan. Emboldened, she
repeated the motion before pulling back and staring up at Tobias.
He looked utterly debauched, his normally composed face flushed and beautiful.
He moved forward and took Tris into his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips
before lining himself up with her slit.
His cock at her entrance felt strange, but not bad. She rolled her hips and the
tip slipped inside, and her eyes widened. Tobias let out a groan, barely
restraining himself from pushing inside.
"Ok?" He asked.
Tris almost screamed. If she wasn't fine with this, he never would have gotten
this far.
"I will be is you fucking hurry up." She hissed.
Then he was pushing inside, and Tris bit her lip. There was a strange ache,
pain rippling through her, but it wasn't unbearable. Tobias seemed to pause
again, and Tris was both thankful and frustrated.
"Were you a -?"
"Shut up and fuck me." Tris did not want to talk about it.
Tobias seemed hesitant, so Tris lifted her hips up underneath, contracting her
muscles around him. The ache was fading to leave behind a pleasant feeling, and
she wanted more. Tobias's eyes darkened again, and he started to pound into
her, sending shocks through her system. So this was what sex felt like.
But he was still moving too slowly. Tris gripped Tobias's waist and flipped
them over, his cock sinking in deeper as she sat on top. She started to lift
herself up before dropping back down, thanking all her sports training for her
core strength. Tobias looked like he was physically restraining himself from
taking charge again, and he quickly started to meet her at every thrust.
One of his hands pressed down on her clit and stars filled her vision again.
Tris moaned, feeling an orgasm building. She was no stranger to orgasms, it
wasn't like she never masturbated, but this was the first time anyone else had
helped her get there. The intimacy made the build up seem stronger, and she
moved one hand from where she was balancing, directing Tobias's fingers to the
most sensitive places.
He pinched her clit and she came with a scream, her entire body contorting them
almost flopping on top of him. Tobias flipped her over and let loose, his cock
pumping in and out of her faster than she could keep track. It only took a few
thrusts before he cried out and came, only just succeeding in rolling aside
before he too collapsed. The two lay there in satiated bliss for a moment,
before Tris reached out one hand and clasped Tobias's palm.
"You were a virgin." Tobias sounded slightly out of it, put also almost pained.
"So what? I consented. Virginity's an outdated concept." Tris didn't want
Tobias regretting what they had done.
"True." Tobias didn't seem capable of saying very much.
Tris didn't want to bring up the future, but she had a feeling that Tobias
wouldn't. "What happens now?"
Tobias sighed, rolling over to look at her. "Well, I think you're smart,
beautiful and funny, and I sure as hell want to do this again, if you want. If
you want to stick a label on it that's fine with me."
Tris could hardly believe it. "You want to date me? Me?"
"Anyone would be lucky to date you."
Tris wanted to refute the statement, but Tobias's eyes were so wide and sincere
that she didn't.
"Alright, Tobias."
Tobias smiled at the same, moving his arm around her shoulder. "Tris."
They fell asleep shortly after, curled around each other in the middle of the
bed. Tris had never felt happier in her life.
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