This is a controversial chapter - so warning... this chapter includes homosexuality and it is implied Finnick was forced to sleep with both women AND men... if you don't like that sort of thing - next chapter. :3

Hunger Games are not mine.

She looks up at me and gives a look of disgust at Hissing Man. I have to stop myself from laughing but she sees my smile.

"Time to come with me Odair." I look down at the man still clinging to me. He backs away with a bow. A part of me regrets doing an okay job here, it just means they'll want me more. Bex takes my hand and leads me to the street.

"No car?"

"Pff, no, you're team doesn't even know I'm taking you."

I don't protest. This girl is growing on me. When we turn around the corner she starts joking.

"Oh, I can't wait to buy your new product... I am a bit..." She gives the same hair flip I did in the recording. "Finnicky as well." We both laugh. She looks me over. "We better get you washed up," she laughs.

At least I am not the only one who finds it ridiculous.

We head over to a small side-shop and they are more then ecstatic to let the great Finnick Odair use the shower. Bex and I head into the bathroom. I am a little confused that she follows me right in, but I shrug, I know the Capitol Girls are different.

I step into the water as she takes off her shirt as well... maybe she is expecting something. She stares at me as she catches me looking at her bare breasts.

"I know, you don't like them Finn, it's no biggie... but you don't have to look that disgusted at breasts!" She laughs and turns away as she scrubs her body. I do the same, watching the brown paint stain the shower and floor, but seeing my real tan begin to shine through. I will never understand what this girl means about anything.

"So do you know what the deal was about Gemma?"

I look at her with a confused gaze.

"So you don't. Well, she was trotting you around I thought you might have known. They said she 'committed suicide' today. I beg to differ."

My eyes grow wide, "Did Snow?" I take a few seconds. "I mean she said she was going to talk to him." Bex shoots me a look.

"About what," she asks in a nonchalant way. Casually scrubbing her legs, but doing so in a way that her ears cock closer to me.

"I want less hours, and I would prefer to not have so much sexual content as of now."

Bex freezes. She just stands there as the water hits her. She blinks a little and then smacks my on my forehead as I smash into the wall and the faucet pokes into my back. She's strong for a little girl. I lean back and slide down into the brown water. She joins me and pats my head.

"I'm sorry, but you're an idiot."

"I'm sorry about Gemma, she was your friend right?"

"Not so much friends, more like, I wouldn't tell anyone she was having work done on her face and body. We talked a lot. She must have been drinking one crazy drink when she decided to talk to Snow." She pauses. "Of course, you can't tell anyone we've figured this out... okay?"

I nod.

"Well, before I understood what had happened today, I was going to take you out to the dance club, for some, non-female action for you."

"Non-female?"

She giggles, "Right, we still have to play you up for the cameras. You still wanna head out?"

"Why not, alcohol will ease my mind a bit."

We walk through the streets as she mentions meaningless things about some of the people there. She keeps describing the men and giving me winks. And finally the winks make sense.

We enter the club, there are no females. Only men dressed in tight black clothes, dancing, erotically. I look down at Bex who is just beaming with a smile.

"You're welcome!" I can read her lips but it's hard to tell over the loud electronic music. One of the men shimmies over to me as Bex gets our drinks.

"Hey! Victor!" He purses his lips as he touches my lower back. "Finally we got one playing for our team." I give a frightened little smile. Bex comes back with a glowing drink. I don't even care, I drink it in one large swallow. I want it to erase what ever happened to Gemma... erase the fear I have for those at home right now. My mind almost twitches a memory but the alcohol kills it.

It's strong. The room sways a bit, but my body relaxes. My head feels light and I feel like I am walking on air. It's hard to plant my footing. I stumble into the man from earlier.

"Well hey there, Odair!" His eyes give off a seductive glance. "We can find somewhere more private." He takes my hand but the alcohol is preventing me from protesting. I look to Bex for help but she just gives a big smile and a thumbs up.

I am thrown on a bed of feathers. If I thought wooing women was hard I am clueless here. I see the man, his body is hairy and rough and it's missing the smooth curves and soft features a woman's has. His bearded chin scratches my face as he kisses me.

"No. I can't do this." I try to move but the alcohol is making it impossible.

"Idontlikemenm..." I try to say, even I know my speech is slurred. And yet the drink tickles something in the back of my head. What would it be like to do what I do with women to a man? I stop clenching my jaw and it relaxes as the man's tongue slips down my throat. The differences between a man's lips is astounding. So thin, but strong.

His large hands start caressing me. I feel like he is doing to me what I do to the women. So this is how it feels for the girls. I've lost all my resistance and have given in to this new feeling. The man roles my body over, so his chest sits on top of me.

I look at the deep colors of the sheets and feathers as he removes my trousers. Up to this point I never thought two men could do anything together. Up till this point.

I feel a sharp pain in my lower back as my body bobs up and down. I moan out in pain. It hurts, but doesn't bother me enough to stop it.

A liquidy sensation overfills me. This puts me in lots of pain, but my brain says I deserve this. I got Gemma and who knows who else in trouble today. I deserve this pain.

But as quickly as the sharp pangs come, they leave as I am turned over again and pleasured. I can feel myself getting more and more excited as the man's lips wrap around my crotch. Slowly moving up and down. I feel my body and blood quicken as I let it out. I notice the man has pulled away as I spew the sticky white liquid onto the bed.

I look up at him, like in a dream as his eyes meet mine.

"You're a dirty boy Mr. Odair."

His body towers above me and I see his long intimidating body part dangling in front of me. I know what he wants. And yet I am frightened. I don't want to. But his hand reaches to my head and pushes me towards it. I feel its sliminess in my mouth, the odd curves of the disgusting nature. I am not sure what to do, so I use my tongue to explore the feature.

I continue this for a while until the motion and object becomes familiar in my mouth, I begin to lick off the sweat caused be my previous saliva. And then I feel an odd sensation. A thick egg like substance washes down the back of my throat. At first the salty liquid felt foreign, but now it washes into my mouth quickly.

I am not sure if I should swallow it or not, but from the moans of the man I know what it is. I pull away and it spews on my nose. He pushes my face down again, but I turn away.

"I... done..." My head is spinning. And pounding. His hand touches my cheek in a much gentler way.

"You're adorable." I see him pulling his leather pants back on and sauntering out. Then I feel another body on top of me. I can't do this again, no. I can't even believe I did it once.

"Finn," I feel the relief of a feminine voice as the soft hands shake my body. "Oh boy are you drunk. Let's get you to my place." I faintly hear her laughing. "I can't believe you did it with Grig Wash!"

Grig Wash, where had I heard that name? It sounds like I have another secret.