Alright so this has been floating around in my head since I saw the most amazing videos on UTube by the amazing user at Mainstaypro…. If you haven't seen them watch them!

So I'm only putting out one chapter, maybe, if i get many reviews I will probably continue. Ok lying I'll probably try and continue but not until after I've finished my other stories

So this is about a random tribute set sometime before the 74 hunger game, in all honesty I don't care when! I know how we're all a fan of Slash so I wrote one because in all honesty I'm not a big fan of some of the ones I found! And I hope to do the book justice with my own!

So please read and review! The more reviews I get the more likely I am to finish this story!

Oh yes and to anyone waiting for my other stories, I am totally planning on continuing, but I got a little distracted…. By the holidays, and this actually popped into my head and I was done with it in like an hour so I'm putting it up!

Disclaimer: I own no hunger games, but I do own pretty much all of the characters!

The water made him feel as if he were flying, it was a marvelous feeling. He never wanted to leave it and return to the hard ground. Floating on it made him feel as if he were floating on a cloud. The world outside was a distant memory…

"Sebastian."

His peace was interrupted, by the shrill voice of his sister. Diving under the water, he surfaced and stared at the hefty blond standing on the beach. Her pink lips were formed into a frown, and her light pale blue eyes were narrowed.

"Sebastian, the reaping's starting soon, you need to come home and change. Mother won't be very happy with you if you're late again."

Wading in the salt water he pushed his dark brown hair out of his green/ blue eyes, and he shouted back irritated that his peace was broken "Hold your horses, I was just about to get out."

He watched her flip around and storm back across the beach away from him. Blowing a raspberry he swatted at the water.

The Reaping.

He couldn't stop the shudder that ran through his body when he thought of the terrible games. And they were terrible. People were forced to send their children in to be killed, and in a short time there will be two more children taken away from their homes and forced to fight in the arena. He hated being required to watch the games on the television. Seeing his fellow man killed right before his eyes, and knowing he couldn't do anything to help them, it was the worst feeling in the world. He couldn't imagine being put in the arena. Could he kill to save his own life? He didn't think he could, but people never know what they would do until they were put in that kind of situation.

Swimming to the shore he walked onto the beach, and shook the water out his shaggy hair. Licking the salt water off of his lips, he looked back out to the sea longingly. He wanted to be back in its soft embrace, without a thought in the world. He was told he was a great swimmer despite not working near the sea. Ever since he was a young child he and the ocean had shared a strong bond.

"Hey."

Glancing slowly over his shoulder he found a handsome rugged blond boy. Giving a small grin, he went back to looking at the sea. "Hello Quint."

Hearing a sigh, Sebastian felt muscular arms wrap around his waist. Soon after he felt small kisses being trailed across his neck. Squirming around he tried to pull away, but Quinton locked his arms tighter around the lean waist they were wrapped around.

"Quinton stop. You're gonna get all wet, Quinton!" Giving a huff he tried again. "You're wearing your good clothes." When Quinton made no attempt to let him go he twisted around to face the taller teenager. Wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck he stared into his dark eyes. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against the welcoming lips of his lover. Breaking away Quinton pressed his forehead against the smaller teens and breathed in his sent.

"'Bastan…" He trailed off and licked his lips. Bringing his hand up, he cupped Sebastian's face. "You know I love you, right, and I would do anything for you."

Sebastian couldn't help the heat that welled up in his chest. He didn't like to think himself selfish, but he was insanely happy that he had someone that would do anything for him.

"Hm, what if I'm chosen to go into the arena?" He hated himself for asking, but he knew that if he were chosen, he would expect Quinton to take his place. Maybe it's because of the way he was raised, with not a care in the world except for the Reaping once a year. He expected people to do things for him. Maybe he expected a little more because his family was richer than everyone else's. Maybe he even expected a little more from Quinton because he was from the poorer class. He hated thinking that way, so he covered the truth with his favorite excuse. 'No I'm asking because he loves me, and he would take my place to keep me alive.' "Would you take my place? Would you fight for me?"

A flicker of fear passed over Quint's eyes, but it was quickly hidden. "Of course I would. But lucky for us you only have your name entered five times, unlike pearl and me." Shifting his eyes Quinton finally released Sebastian. He ran his hand through his hair, and when he realized he was messing it up he stopped and shook his head. Pearl was one of Quint's best friends; they had met when they were younger, and being from the same part of town they had become quick friend. Quinton had been there when Pearl's father was killed when she was only 10 years old. For her family she had been placing her name in the games so she could get tesserae. He, like pearl, had placed his name in the Hunger Games, but luckily he only had to put his name in for himself and his mother, unlike Pearl who had been doing it for 4 siblings, her mother, and herself.

"Hey." Reaching forward Sebastian turned his head so they were staring into each other's eyes. "This is her last year. She won't be picked." Reaching forward he gripped Quint's hands to his chest. "Neither will you and neither will I."

Giving a grim smile, Quint pulled Sebastian forward and smashed their mouths together. Hearing a cough the two split and looked over at a thin woman with greying hair smirking at them.

"Sebastian, I know your sister came to get you. Now it's time to go. You need to get ready for the reaping. You'll see Quinton tomorrow."

"Yes mother."

Walking to his mother he waved behind him at Quinton. "See you at the reaping Quint".

Sebastian followed his mother home, they chatted a little bit of the way, but mostly they walked in silence. When they neared a large white house, Sebastian's mother stopped and turned to her son. Leaning down she grabbed him into a tight embrace, and crushed him to her chest.

"Ah mom."

Pushing her son at arm length she frowned down at him. "Sorry honey, but I just love you so much."

Leaning forward he kissed her on the cheek and then turned to walk into the house to get ready for the Reaping. "You really shouldn't worry; I mean what are my chances of getting picked anyway." Because really compared to the other people in the village, he didn't have anything to worry about.

"And our male tribute for District 4 will be, Sebastian Archold."

I hope you liked it, please let me know what you think! And I hope to continue this sometime later, unless it's a big hit with reviews!