Trained to be a Loverboy

by twiggay

What if Peeta had another reason for joining the Career Tributes? What if Cato was not only willing to die to protect his pride but the love of his life? Rated T for swearing, later sexual references and violence. If you're sensitive to boys liking boys, I'd give this the swerve. If you love a bit of boy on boy, read on, read on.

10. Chapter 10 – It's so hard to leave

Hello friends I am here! I'm sorry I've been such a bad writer! I promise i will write more, its just A Levels ya get me?

Now this cheeky little chapter is dedicated to one of my reviewers who has decided this story will be their FIRST gay fanfic! So thank you; Nintendomenic!

I've notived other people do disclaimers, I'm just gonna chuck it out there that I do NOT own the Hunger Games, if I did, the movies would have been a whole lot different ;D

Trained to be a Loverboy – It's so hard to leave.

~"I hadn't thought that song, I was just thinking about my sweaty legs under all that moss. I was sweltering under there." "Well you're out now and we're together. Let's eat hey?"~

Morning came far too fast for Catos liking. He loved being wrapped up in Peeta. Spooning and kissing until both were snoring, Peeta the loudest. The pair were awakened by the anthem. The loud voice of Seneca Crane boomed around the arena. "Ahem, there has been a rule change, a first in 74 years, if two tributes are from the SAME district and still alive by the end, both shall be crowned victors of the Games. Good Luck."

"Good fucking dammit!" I yelled at no one in particular. "Baby, what's wrong?" a worried Peeta said through the sleep in his eyes. I then explained the rule change to him; it was horrible, watching his face drop like that. He knew what it meant though. Him and Kat-Bitch had to pair up and both of them would live. I had to go back to Clove and team up all over again. Niether of us wanted it but we knew we had to do it. If we didn't, we'd both be dead. Not that I'll live anyway, Peeta deserves it. He is everything good in the world. He is everything good in me. I have to do this, for him.

Peeta just shook his head, too shocked to do anything else really, shaking his head and rocking back and forth a little, while mumbling "They won't make me kill him, they can't make me kill him. He is my everything, I'd rather die." I knew what he was planing and I couldn't let it happen; "No. You are the sunshine in my life and I will not let you die just so I can live. I'm a killer remember, there is so much blood on my hands that I deserve it, I deserve to die here and let you live on then you die and let me carry on murdering and slaying. I will not let you Peeta Mellark. NoNoNoNoNoNoNo!" The baker looked me clean in the eyes and whispered "I love you Cato Hadley. So much." And just like that we were connected, all parts of our body that could touch were touching. Lips, Hips and Knees. We were a jumble of body parts and it didn't matter anymore. The Games, The Death or The blood. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing except the Baker and the Killer.

... [This is my metaphor for sex, I can't write smut so i shall not submit you to it.]

After re-dressing and brushing the sex out of our hair we parted. He buried himself back in the moss where I kissed him goodbye and I walked back through the forest, back to Clove and back to what should have felt natural. You know, they say that finding someone is the easiest thing to do, loving them harder and leaving them, impossible. I know what that saying means now, Leaving is the hardest thing to do, but for him, I have to.

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