A/N: I feel bad for not being able to update this for you guys so I'm giving you a teaser for what I've written so far. I'm posting it for you because I'm not sure how long it's going to take me to finish it. So here you go, a teaser for chapter four! :)

Warnings: Bondage and hints of future BDSM :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Four

Testing the bounderies. That's all it was. Testing the bounderies.

They had talked about this, the three of them. They had discussed giving it a go but never really had a chance to. There had been the escapade with the handcuffs but that hadn't been too drastic, compared to the things that would come up when you researched it online using certain key words. It was frightening to think about but the whole idea was based off trust and that's why it was so challenging and scary to read about. But trusting someone was challenging, even for something as trivial as this.

It had been an agreement for it to start spontaneously, when he least expected it. Or when they felt that it was time for it happen. It added to the trepitation and excitement of wondering when it was going to come and why.

He supposed he should have guessed when they said they were going to do it when he least expected it, they were really going to do it when he least expected it. Because when they gave their word, they'd stick to it like they were superglued to it.

Neither of them had been home when he had done it. The house had been so empty and desolate that Peeta had felt lonely and decided to go to bed early. Of course, he couldn't sleep and found himself aching for Cato and Finnick to come home. Finnick was away picking Cato up from the airport after his business trip and Peeta found it difficult to keep his mind off them.

He didn't normally touch himself, only in times of dire need, and it had been that decision to lie in bed and pleasure himself that had caused them to decide it was about time they had done it. Peeta obviously hadn't known that Cato and Finnick were watching him with a secret camera they had implanted in a teddy bear that sat on the rocking chair in the corner of the room. If he had, he wouldn't have turned over onto his stomach and slid his hand down into his pants. But he hadn't known, so he did.

Peeta had fallen asleep shortly after cleaning himself off, unaware of how his decision to partake in the tiniest piece of self indulgance had made his partners come to a decision of their own. A decision to have a go at the thing they'd said they were going to try randomly.

Now, when you fall asleep with your capability to see perfectly in tact and wake up and you can't see a blooming thing, the first reaction is to panic. To freak out, scream in shock, panic like you've never panicked before. Peeta went through the list: his heartbeat increased at a speed that could validate a heart attack, he tried to scream-he couldn't, he was gagged-and tried to get up before he had a stroke. He couldn't get up, something was keeping him down.

Before he had a full blown panic attack, a hand brushed the strands of hair out of his eyes and cupped his cheek. "Sssh, it's just us."

Finnick?! He wanted to yell. He nearly gave him a goddamn heartattack!

"I knew we should have waited until he'd woken up." Cato, too? Oh for the love of God, what the hell was wrong with them?! Were they trying to kill him?

"What do you think we meant when we agreed on being spontaneous?" Finnick said. "It means doing it when he least expects it. I think he definitely didn't expect this."

"Yeah, you can totally tell from the way his heart is about to burst," Cato threw back. A slightly warmer hand smoothed his hair back from his face and gently shushed him. "It's okay baby, it's only us. Finnick's an idiot. We didn't mean to scare you." Peeta turned his head, trying to source what direction Cato was talking from.

"He said spontaneous, I was being spontaneous," Finnick replied. The hand cupping his cheek lightly scraped its nails down the side of his neck, stopping to stroke his collar bone. "Just to clear up, this was a joint agreement."

What was exactly a joint agreement?

"We thought it was about time to give the bondage a go," Cato explained. "Because we felt bad that you felt the need to touch yourself while Finnick was picking me up. I'm blaming him, he obviously wasn't taking enough care of you."

"Hey!" Finnick protested. "I looked after him just fine."

He did look after me, Peeta wanted to confirm. But he couldn't. Because he couldn't see or speak. And it was the truth, Finnick had taken care of him in both senses of the meaning. They had had regular sex together-even if it was strange only having it with one person after so long doing it with two-and it had been wonderful. It wasn't because Finnick hadn't done anything in particular to please him that he had decided to touch himself, it was just something he had randomly decided to do since he couldn't sleep and missed his partners so much.

"It was still a dumbass move to do this while he was sleeping," Cato said. "I don't know about how you wake up in the morning Odair but I sure as hell know that if I woke up without being able to see, speak or move, I'd be pretty freaked out too."

"You see, that's the difference between you and me Hadley, I'd have the common sense to put the pieces together and remember the agreement we made a couple of months ago regarding this," Finnick replied.

"I don't see any reason why someone would want to tie you up anyway," Cato muttered. "Unless they were kidnapping you to take to their cabin in the woods and murder you."

"Ah, but you see, that's the only reason you'd get tied up," Finnick said.

Peeta wanted to tell them to stop fighting but because of the fact that he couldn't speak, it came out as a muffled, "Snmp fmpin!"

"I suppose we should tell him what we've done," Cato said.

"Why? You just did. We're doing the bondage thingy, right? The 'I don't want to have it all planned out, I want it to be spontaneous' thing?" Finnick replied, his voice exposing how confused he was.

"No, I mean what we've done to him. So he can be aware of what he can and can't do," Cato explained.

"Yes that would be very helpful!" Peeta thought.

"Oh!" Finnick exclaimed. "Yeah! That makes sense." Peeta frowned and tried to clench his jaw, a small whine coming out of the back of his throat when whatever was in his mouth pinched his skin. "Hey, be careful or you'll hurt yourself."

The hand in his hair slid down to rest on his shoulder and he shivered at the warm touch. "Okay baby, here's the deal: one of Finnick's silk ties are around your eyes so that you can't see and another one is what's gagging your mouth open. Your arms are tied above your head, your wrists bound to the bedposts. They're tied by Finnick himself so there's no point trying to pull yourself out. Your ankles are also tied apart too so that your legs are spread open for us."

"You kind of resemble a starfish," Finnick commented before muttering to himself, "Sexiest starfish I've ever seen."

"We also took the liberty of . . . ah . . . taking your shirt and pants off," Cato explained. "Only because it's kind of impossible to do it when you're tied up."

Suddenly realizing that Cato was right and he wasn't wearing anything other than his underwear, Peeta shivered. The thought of them both manhandling him when he was asleep to get his clothes off made him feel kind of hot, the air in the room no longer very sufficent.

"We've also got all the toys. Paddle, miniature whip, nipple clamps and a vibrator," Finnick added. "It also said hot wax on the list but we didn't like the sound of that so we've got ice instead. See." He pressed a cold bag against Peeta's ribs and he jerked in shock at the sudden cold, making an alarmed noise behind the fabric of the gag.

"There's supposed to be a safe word but that makes no sense because it said to gag your partner so how in the hell would a safe word work?" Cato explained. "I mean, unless there's an agreed string of noises you could make if it goes too far but that doesn't make much sense either . . ."

"So if we do something you don't like, cross your fingers. If it's something I'm doing, do it with your right hand because I'm sitting here on your right, and if it's something Cato's doing wrong-which, let's face it, it probably will be-do if with your left hand because he's sitting on your left. Understand?"

Peeta could do nothing but nod.

A/N: I hope this statifys you guys until I can get the rest straight in my head. I've never written something this intense before so it may take me a while . . . I hope this makes you guys wanna stick around until I can finish the chapter?