Description: Peeta and Gale live in the Capital. Peeta is a baker for President Snow, and one day a typical visit turn into much much more.

Pairings: Gale/Peeta, Peeta/Snow

Warnings: Fluff, Anal, Rape

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I wrote this as a challenge from my friend. Enjoy.

White as Snow

Peeta flipped his blond hair out of his eyes as he approached the searing hot oven. For a moment, he squinted his eyes when he looked into the glowing red inferno. Slowly, he slid the paddle into the oven, and removed the first loaf of bread. The other loaf eluded the wood surface. Peeta probed the oven again, but he only pushed the loaf farther away. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried again, but the plump, round bread was out of reach. For a moment he panicked; his heart began to thump faster, pounding in his ears. He spun around, and then jumped back when he saw someone standing a few inches from him: a Peacekeeper.

"C-can I help you?" Peeta stammered, backing away from the suited man. A black screen covered the Peacekeeper's face, concealing his identity. With a press of a button, the screen disappeared into the helmet, revealing Gale's face. His fierce eyes met Peeta's, and the shorter man felt at ease.

"Don't you recognize your boyfriend?"

"I'm sorry. Did I scare you babe?" Gale raised an eyebrow and extended his arms in concern. Peeta remained silent.

"A little. I forgot that you were going to get your uniform today. You look so handsome," Peeta smiled as he embraced his boyfriend. After a moment, Gale leaned down and captured Peeta's lips in his own.

"I love you," Peeta said when he pulled away.

"I love you too," Gale chuckled and caressed the side of Peeta's face with his gloved hand. "Um babe? What's that smell?"

"Oh shit the bread!" Peeta cried. "Gale my arms are too short, can you reach in there and get it? I hope it isn't too badly burnt."

Gale released Peeta and grabbed the paddle. Carefully, he reached into the oven, and a moment later, he removed the bread. Peeta waited anxiously, trying to peek around Gale.

"Plump and white. Just like Snow likes it," Gale smiled, admiring the perfect loaf of bread his boyfriend made. Peeta let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Oh thank God. I love you, Gale." Peeta set the bread on the table and then hugged his boyfriend, letting his hand slide down to Gale's ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with perfectly round buns here," Peeta smiled and bit his lip. Gale let out a small groan and then pulled himself together.

"Later babe," Gale winked, kissing his boyfriend on the forehead. "You need to go deliver that bread! You don't want Snow mad at you."

"Right. I'll see you tonight. I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." Peeta kissed Gale, and then picked up the bread. As he left the bakery, he picked up the rose oil and sprinkled it on top of the warm bread.

3

When he reached President Snow's office, he knocked on the door. "Come in," the elderly man said, anticipating what had become the best part of his day. Everything about it was perfect. The bread, the conversation, the boy.

Peeta stepped into the room and approached Snow's desk. He smiled as he set the platter down.

"Please take a seat," Snow said warmly.

Peeta sat down, and Snow poured drinks. Peeta, too distracted by slicing the bread, did not notice Snow squirt a chemical into his drink.

"This looks excellent, Peeta," Snow smiled, selecting a piece of bread. He placed it on his plate and waited for Peeta to take one. They started eating the still warm bread.

"Thank you," Peeta stated, taking a sip of the fruity drink.

"For what my boy?" Snow inquired.

"For allowing Gale to join the Peacekeepers. I know he wasn't the top pick. Not with Cato and Finnick and all the others."

"Yes, but Gale has something they don't have."

"What's that?" Peeta took another sip, and as he swallowed, he noticed a tingling sensation coming from his crotch.

"Something worth fighting for."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He has you."

Peeta blushed, taking yet another sip. When he looked down, he saw a very noticeable bulge in his pants. As he looked up, his face turned a deeper shade of red. His eyes met Snow's, and Petta knew that the Presdient had noticed him looking down.

"Something the matter?" Snow asked, taking a bite of his bread.

Peeta swallowed. "No. Nothing's wrong. I really should be going though."

"Why?" Snow asked.

"I ummm. I left some bread in the oven, and it will burn if I stay any longer."

"Surely a few loaves aren't all that important," Snow said softly, reaching across the table.

Peeta's vision started to get fuzzy, and he was no longer aware of his surroundings.

Snow came up behind him and spun the chair around.

Peeta was naked, on his back, hard.

Then, he felt something wet snaking down his body all the way to his engorged member. The nimble tongue licked up, and then Peeta was inside Snow's mouth. He was completely out of control.

His legs were in the air, and something was sliding inside of him. It was wet. A tongue.

Then came the fingers.

First one.

Then two.

Three.

Then he was empty, but not for long. Something larger soon filled him. Peeta groaned from pain and pleasure. A body pressed against his, and something hard slid in and out of him.

A hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down.

"Peeta," a distant voice came from the door. "You left your…"

"Gale?" Peeta moaned, unaware of what was occurring.

The door slammed.

Peeta felt wet, and a wave of euphoria washed over him.

Gale stormed off, tears rushing down his face. He let the small box fall from his hand as he left the building. It rolled down the stairs and opened, revealing the silver ring inside.