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Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins owns "The Hunger Games". I do not.

Warning: Slash- Gale/Peeta, some dub/non consent for a few chapters, lemons.

Summary: The Quarter Quell is selectively calling for male tributes only. District Twelve is to send Gale and Peeta. How will they fare in the arena? Gale/Peeta Slash

It was raining, it was so cold.

Hips were grinding against him. The body on top of him was the only thing providing him warmth. He couldn't open his eyes, he could only feel, and what he felt was hardness against him. Hands ran up his shirt and fingers went to tease his nipples, causing him to moan loudly. There was no time to berate himself for making so much noise in the arena. He needed more of the warmth that this body was providing. Peeta reached to wrap his hands around this mysterious figure of the night. His hands were slapped away and shoved high above his head. He gave a pitiful whimper and tried to break free, desperate to become warmer, desperate to grab hold of the body on top of him. A mouth descended upon his. The kiss was brutal and rough and made Peeta melt into the ground. The figure on top of him broke the kiss and sat up.. Peeta heard a malevolent laugh and looked up to see Gale brandishing a knife.

Peeta awoke in the rain. His disguise of caked dirt had been completely soaked and ruined and turned to mud. He looked around in a panic, searching to see if anyone was around.

He carefully stood to survey the area. He needed to find a place that could shelter him from the rain. Perhaps he could go back to the ruins, there was shelter there. But that was also the last place he saw Gale.

Gale. Gale was in his dream. What was that all about? If anything, he should be dreaming about Katniss, not Gale! Not Gale, who was trying to murder him in the arena.

He decided Gale wouldn't be hanging around the ruins. He was probably far into the arena now. Why would he have waited around at the entrance of it all? Peeta began to make his way to the ruins. There were so many alcoves and stairs in that place that he could duck for cover and not be found for days, possibly.

So far, six people had died. He figured it would have been more. Some of the tributes seemed absolutely ruthless. The fact that there were only males in the arena scared Peeta even more. This was a game of pure testosterone. He didn't want to prove he was the alpha male. He just wanted to go home to Katniss.

Suddenly he stopped. There was a light in the distance. Who would be foolish or confident enough to have a fire? Did he keep heading for the ruins and risk interaction with this person? He wanted to try and get out alive without killing as much as possible. What if the person heard him and started a conflict? He sighed. He'd have to go off course at least a mile if he were to be sure that this person wouldn't notice him.

He started walking left when he heard a noise behind him. He whipped around and saw no one. He felt hands around him and he shivered upon feeling a cold metal at his neck.

This is the end, Peeta thought. I hardly made it a day.

He heard a whizzing noise fly past his head and the grip on him loosened, and then fell away from him completely.

"What?" He looked around in confusion. One minute a knife was against his neck and the next minute he was lucky to be alive. His attacker had an arrow sticking out of his eye. Peeta shuddered in disgust. Why would anyone save him?

He heard a shifting noise in the trees above him and a figure dropped down to the ground. It was Gale, brandishing a large bow and a quiver of arrows on his back.

"Hello, little Mellark." He smiled menacingly.

Peeta's heart dropped. He just survived to be killed by his enemy. "Do it." He said hoarsely. All the rain was beginning to make him sick. He coughed, and said, "Just do it."

"Pull out your weapons and drop them on the ground." Gale said, stepping toward Peeta.

"Why?" Peeta asked. "You already have me. I'm pretty much dead."

"Do it, or I'll make it slow and painful for you." Gale hissed.

Peeta gave a sigh and pulled his knife from his pocket. He threw it on the ground and tried to look at Gale without fear.

Gale dropped his bow and pulled out his knife. He walked closer to Peeta and suddenly lunged out, drawing Peeta close to his body.

"I could kill you right now," Gale whispered in his ear.

"I know. I'm ready." Peeta whispered back. He wasn't ready. He would never be ready. He was scared. But he would not beg.

"Death isn't enough though." Gale's hand began to travel down Peeta's chest. "I don't want to just kill you. I want to destroy you."

Peeta shivered. "What do you mean?" He jumped against Gale when he felt a hand shove down into his pants.

"What are you doing?!" He screeched.

"Shut up!" Gale whispered, slapping his hand against Peeta's mouth. Peeta whimpered from the harsh force upon his face.

The hand continued to search in his pants until it found a grip around Peeta's member.

"Please, stop!" Peeta mumbled through the hand on his mouth. He was mortified and humiliated. What was going on?

"I'll do what I want, Mellark. Is this what you wanted to do with my Katniss? Is that what you did with Katniss? I won't let you get away with any of it."

He wanted to tell Gale he didn't do anything with Katniss, but he wasn't able to speak. He couldn't struggle away in fear of Gale's knife slicing against his neck. All he could do what try to keep his tears from spilling out of his eyes.

The hand began to pump away at his member. He was horrified to find himself growing hard at Gale's rough touch. His pants mixed with his terrified whimpers.

"You like this, don't you? I knew you weren't cut out for Katniss. I'm the only one that's meant for her."

Peeta began thrusting his hips against the hand in his pants. It felt so good. So, so good. No one had ever touched him like that besides himself. He was horrified to find himself enjoying it from another man, even more so that it was Gale.

He could feel it coming. He began to grow hot all over his body despite the soaking rain. It felt amazing. Suddenly, he was shoved to the ground. He was covered in mud from head to toe. He looked at Gale with a mix of confusion, fear, and disappointment. Disappointment? No. Not that. Peeta tried hard to deny it.

"Run along. I've got plans for you, but that's for later. I've got other things to attend to. We'll finish what we started later." He laughed, and ran off into the night, leaving Peeta cold, wet, and very, very flustered.