Peeta P.O.V

Katniss and Gale went to her room, leaving me alone on the top bunk of the bed. I stared aimlessly yet intently at the 50 shades of beige before me. My reverie shortly interrupted by the knocking on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Clove."

"What do you want?"

"Can I come in? Peeta?"

"Come in."

"Peeta?"

"Up here."

"Come down."

"No."

"Please," she was relentless but I remained steadfast in my rebellion.

"Peeta, so help me God if you don't get down in 5 seconds." I gawked at her audacity is she really treating me like a child, what can she really do.

"5"

"4" Shit, she's actually serious about this, don't turn around. Do NOT turn around.

"3" I twisted my neck peering at the small dainty girl before me. Our eyes connected and the tempestuous grey shook me, her anger festering and brewing.

"2"

"Fine, fine I'm getting down."

"1"

"I said I'm getting down." My bare feet hit the floor beneath me as I jumped from the bunk; she stopped the countdown and grabbed the desk chair from the table in between the row of beds. She pointed at Gale's bunk "Sit" her voice soft but commandeering. I followed her orders and sat opposite as she plonked herself on the chair backwards so her legs were wide open and her chest was pressed against the back.

"You're not very lady-like, are you?"

"Oh sorry," throwing her hands up feigning her apology, "I never said I was and what's comfortable is comfortable."

We sat in silence, the awkward atmosphere creeping along my skin like secrets that desperately wanted to burst out. I broke the tension.

"So what did you want to say to me?"

"I came here to say sorry."

"Why?" my general perplexing attitude causing her to become confused as well.

"Cato?"

"Why didn't he come here himself?" my voice indignant.

"Do we know two different people? Cato isn't exactly the greatest with words. He's too proud to come here, but I came to apologise on his behalf. Trust me when I say he wasn't meaning to upset you. He was trying to...annoy you."

"Annoy me! Annoy me! Why would he want annoy me? Why should I trust what you're saying? For all I know he isn't sorry at all, you're just making excuses for him. Pardoning him because he can't fucking face me himself. The self-righteous dick."

"He's annoying you because he likes people with a bit of a backbone, he wants a rival and you're the best fit, especially after what was revealed tonight. You're both the same academically but he wants some passion, some fight, some fun."

"Clove, he called me a fag."

"What?" she was speechless stunned into silence.

"He called me a F-A-G. If you want to annoy me keep on calling me 12 that's pretty irritating but don't call me a fag. I'll decide what I am and I'll decide when I tel-"

"Are you gay, Peeta? I mean it's okay if you are, I won't tell anybody I promise."

"No, no of course I'm not."

"Peeta there's no point lying, I'll find out one way or another but it makes everything much easier if you tell me."

"How do you know? You don't know anything about me."

"No I don't know anything about you but I'll be there to help you through it. I did it when Cato came out."

"What?" it was my turn to be utterly dumb founded.

"Cato's gay Peeta, well bisexual technically he came out quite a few years go now."

"So why did he call me a fag?"

"I don't know you'll have to ask him that yourself but when he came out everyone abandoned him friends, family, colleagues and teachers. They harassed him so much he told me that he'd considered suicide a few times," I held the lump down in my throat as my fears were expressed in words by Clove, "he'd come to my house bloodied and bruised but after his revelation is just got worse he'd have cuts down his arms and he was crying Peeta. Crying, when would you ever imagine Cato crying?"

"Never."

"Exactly, and Mr-Mr Hadley was the worst, he was a victor and he had position in both District 1 and 2 not to mention the Capitol. Image was essential to him and then he found out he had a gay son, what do you think he did? He beat him, 'punching the gay out' Cato would always say, it was sick but no one would stop him. He's just too scary and he never did it when anyone was around. No one could stop it. I used to cradle him with his head on my lap, brushing his hair. To be honest it was the only time I'd seen him smile."

"What about his Mom?"

"She couldn't do anything she's a claimed."

"A claimed?" I posed the question curiously.

"It's this tradition in 1 and 2 a person can take possession of another person for the rest of their life. But victors can claim a person from their district as well. That's what she is, she's basically powerless. She couldn't do anything; no one could."

"I-I don't know what to say."

"You can tell me the truth. Are you gay Peeta?"

"I-I...Yes I am," my confession heavy and daunting.

"Okay, I'm going now. Cato's sorry I promise." I nodded in response as I crawled in to the corner of Gales bed. "Oh Peeta, don't tell anyone what I said. Ok." I nodded once more. The room was filled with silence again, I lay down not bothered climbing the steps to the top bunk.

~xXx~

The cold air and unfamiliarity startled me to a state of consciousness, everything was black undisturbed darkness. I struggled but my wrists were cuffed and tied down and I couldn't scream as the makeshift gag rubbed against my cheeks. I felt stirring close to me and recoiled out of fear.

"He's awake," the voice was computerized obviously altered as the tone was low and growly.

"Great" the second voice was the same except for a slightly higher pitch

"Hey Peeta," their voice was malicious; "we heard you were one of those queers." My muscles constricted in apprehension.

"I've never had one of them as cute as you before," the second one commented his cologne noxious in its copious amount.

Before I realised the gag was removed and replaced by something salty and long, in moments I realised his erection was in my mouth. I went to bite down, until it was removed and replaced with a well received fist to my stomach knocking the wind out of me and the resistance.

"No, no Peeta. If you do that we'll have to hurt you. You don't want that do you?"

I chose to remain sealed. They grabbed my hair and shoved it in again, this time to the back of my throat. It lasted for seconds but caused me to splutter and choke; it was thrust slowly and increased gradually in tempo.

"Suck Peeta suck," my mouth remained unmoving.

"If you do, it will go faster," he trailed a finger along my jaw line "I promise." The flashback of the conversation with Clove came into my mind; I'll be there to help you through it. I started to suck moving my tongue up and down the length, the moans and grunts signalling I was doing something right. Shortly, after the warm liquid shot down my throat "Swallow Peeta," I did letting it slowly travel down "now that wasn't so bad was it?"

They switched an I was forced to do it all over again, I bobbed and sucked getting it over with as quickly as possible. A hand reached in between my legs stroking my penis until it grew, I tried to rub against their hand adding to the friction. The orgasms were close together as I swallowed again and came all over my stomach. The erection was removed and the gag placed back around my mouth.

"Good boy Peeta." I cried tears swelling and streaking down my cheeks to my throbbing jaw. I moved my legs which were now numb and propped myself against the wall. My wrists were chafed and my arms sore as they hung there. I heard footsteps coming into the room, a muffled mumble escaped my lips, help me help me, I repeated it over and over and then stopped. I heard a zipper being undone and then the soft slap of pleasure I pulled my feet to my chest in complete defeat and waited until they were finished. Their seed spread over my hand and stomach. I could feel them kneel in front of me; their lips touched my skin and sucked. No, no another wave of tears wracked my body as I physically felt the hickey form.