Thread: What Makes You Different, Makes You Dangerous (randomname98766789 x Izzy325)

Generally, positive emotions such as love and romance were seen as weakness. Dauntless was about being brave and courageous. There was not time for loving or romance. The only intimate scenes involved one night stands or quick fucks to feel good. Most dauntless members were seen to be emotionally detached. Jackson tried to embody those traits because he did not want the others to pick on him. Yes, it might be cheesy but he was trying to fit in with the others. His physical skill was there but his personality lacked what Dauntless needed sometimes. He could be too playful and not so serious at times. He had done well so far until meeting this member of Amity near the wall. This was something horrible in the males opinion. Not only did he feel a horrible sensation of being afraid of what the others saw, but Jackson felt pitiful. It was bad enough that he felt head over heels for a man that he did not even speak to. In fact, they have never shared a single word. It confused Jackson how just an appearance and the presence was making him feel the way that he did. Though this guy was gorgeous, Jackson felt his desires were not specifically physically motivated. Yes, he was attracted to this male. However, even though they had never spoken, Jackson knew his personality was beautiful too. The way he smiled, the way he laughed, the sound of his voice, and so many other small quirks just allured Jackson. His favorite aspect was watching his flowing hair in the wind and he just imagined stroking his fingers through it over and over again. It was hard to focus when he was around. Even though he wanted to see the male, he needed to get work done. That probably was not going to happen like this. When they reached their posts, Jackson immediately turned towards the male because he knew where to look. The first thing he did was make sure that nobody else was looking at him. Jackson did not want any of his superiors or friends finding him looking at someone else. A guy, nonetheless. Plus, he was in amity. That was a recipe for disaster. Besides, they were not in the same faction so it was pointless to ever think this way. Jackson tried to convince himself of this but he was unable to clear his mind. He could only imagine what his friends would say if they saw this. To his disdain, Jackson had been looking too long. He only turned his head away when he saw the guy and a girl approaching. She was pulling him by the hand and she was looking dead at him. Oh no. What was going on? He nervously scratched the back of his head as he did whenever this anxious feeling presented itself and turned away, slowly sauntering towards a different area around his post, hoping that they would just move on without saying anything to him. Or, maybe they were not even going towards him. He might just be paranoid. Hey Jackson. I see you staring at her ass. Shes a good one. Such a shame she is Amity. Jackson turned again to see his close friend, Brian, talking to him. Well, at least he thought Jackson was looking at the girl, not the guy. He was struggling with his sexuality so Jackson just brushed off his friend and chuckled nervously before glancing towards the couple again, feeling himself almost locked in place and unable to move. ----------- Chase felt his heart racing. The stunned looks on the face of everyone made Chase grin. It was uncommon for such an act to occur in dauntless. I agree, baby. I love you so much. This is amazing. I think this is the best choice we could have made. Chase left the choice up to Tris and decided to go where she chose. The young man decided he would follow her anywhere. Chase held his hand wrapped tightly around her hand, lacing their fingers together. They watched everyone else jump into the net and Chase pressed a few kisses to her lips now and again. His hands slipped all around her body from her shoulders down to her back, just enjoying their time together while they waited. The Dauntless headquarters were underground and the tour was starting. As they walked, Chase walked beside of Tris and continued holding her hand. They were given one room to sleep in with bunk beds. Immediately, he brought Tris to the corner and claimed the top bed for himself. Even though this was claimed, he knew they would both sleep in the same bed together every night. That was something they had never done before. He just had to claim the bunk for the charting purposes. There were ten transfers. Five from Candor, three from Erudite, and two from Abnegation. Their instructor was named Four and he introduced them to the pit. There was a chasm with surging water over the edge and everyone was dressed in black, living along the walls of the Pit in the sleeping spaces. They were going to eat lunch in the cafeteria together as a group. However, they had to change into Dauntless clothing first before they went anywhere. A set was laid out on each bed for the transfers. Chase immediately started to strip down. There was no changing areas and the showers were open. He would not like these people being able to stare at Tris but that was all they could do. He felt comfortable though. Himself and Tris had been nude plenty of times before. After stripping down, Chase took his time and allowed himself to be free for Tris pleasure so she could just look at his body and get another glimpse of him. The black boxers were pulled over first followed by the black jeans, black socks, and black combat boots. His final layer was a thin, black t-shirt and he was all set up and ready for the new faction. Everything here was dark but he actually liked it. He did not like too many colors anyways. When Tris changed, Chase made no reservations about looking at her body. From head to toe, she was fucking gorgeous. He even made some side comments about how sexy her body looked and just reinforcing how he loved her. They were the last two to get ready but they were leaving the bunkroom soon enough hand in hand. The clothing looked nice and tight on Tris, something else Chase would look forward to seeing daily. He no longer had to deal with loose, baggy clothing that did nothing to accentuate the body. This was infinitely better.