Chapter Fifty One
The train arrived in the capitol at nearly ten o'clock. Yawning, as it came to a stop, Finnick hoped that he would be able to go straight to his apartment for the rest of the night. He hadn't done anything all day except sit on the train, but he was exhausted. That hope was dashed when he stepped onto the platform and one of Snow's staff began toward him. Finnick sighed as he was handed his itinerary. Looking at it, he saw that his first engagement was in forty five minutes.
"There's a car waiting out front for you." He was told and he nodded his head silently.
"Got time to stop by my place for a sec…"
"As you wish, Mr Odair."
Finnick followed the guy out to the car and got into the backseat, eyeing the large package on the seat beside him. Finnick received a new package of clothing every time he returned to the city. It was only a five minute ride to his apartment, and he told the driver he would be back in ten minutes before he got out and headed upstairs, carrying both his bag and the package from the car. Unlocking the door, he moved into the apartment, looking around with relief. He had been given this apartment when he was sixteen and had first been made to come back to the Capitol at regular intervals. He was pleased to see that each time he came back, the apartment had remained untouched. Everything was always as he left it. It was a small bit of peace in the chaos of the city. A space that was only his.
Moving into the bedroom, Finnick set his bag on the chair by the wall and unzipped it. He didn't need a shower, but he supposed a change of clothes would be alright. He turned and set the package from the car on the bed before pulling it open. The clothing he received each time was generally appropriate for the engagements he was sent to. Looking through the stuff from this package, he supposed everything was pretty straightforward. He chose a red shirt and a pair of black pants and put them on. This would do for tonight. With a sigh, he cast a longing look at the bed before he turned and headed out the door and back downstairs.
Sitting in the car, Finnick looked at his itinerary again. The name for tonight caught his eye. Julius Pompey. This shouldn't take too long after all. His time with Julius was generally pretty straightforward, the man usually just wanted to fuck him. Most of the time he didn't even want to talk. Finnick wondered why he even wanted him specifically, as he could just fuck anyone. He didn't suppose it mattered, however. He would be done in an hour and allowed to leave.
As Julius' house was on the other side of the inner city, it took them nearly half an hour to get there. He hurried quickly to the front door and it swung open the instant he knocked. "Julius…" He greeted, looking at the man who stood before him. Julius was about forty, portly, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. He was already sweating profusely.
"Come in, Finnick." He said, mopping his brow with a handkerchief. Finnick stepped into the familiar entrance. "You know where the bedroom is."
Finnick nodded and headed up the hall. One thing that made Julius marginally easier to deal with than a lot of other people he was sent to was the fact that Finnick didn't have to fake trying to seduce him. This was straight business. He didn't have to pretend to love it. Julius simply expected him to walk into the bedroom, take his clothes off, and get onto the bed. This was easier. He stepped into the bedroom and began unbuttoning the shirt. When he'd gotten it off, he folded it carefully and set it on the dresser neatly. Julius hated mess.
When his pants and underwear had joined his shirt, Finnick set his shoes by the dresser and turned, getting onto the bed. Julius entered the room a moment later, taking his robe off and sitting it carefully over a chair by the wall. Finnick watched as the older man then climbed onto the bed and reached for him. Moving closer, Finnick resisted a shudder when Julius leaned over him and kissed him. Closing his eyes, he let the man do what he wanted with his hands. Another thing that made Julius easier to deal with was the fact that the older man didn't expect Finnick to prepare him. Julius didn't want to be touched, he wanted to do the touching. After several moments of Julius' hands wandering all over him, the man moved back slightly and Finnick opened his eyes.
"Turn over," Julius said, and Finnick could see that the blonde man must have readied himself while he had been touching him. Getting onto his hands and knees on the bed, Finnick bit his lip. He wasn't hard himself, and that usually didn't bother Julius. He didn't know how well his body would take this, however. He supposed that his earlier concerns about betraying Annie weren't really problematic here with his worry on how he would force himself to do what he had to. He could detach himself from this situation. He didn't have to do anything except allow Julius to do as he wished. Finnick himself didn't have to lie, flirt, or force his body to react in any specific way to some woman who wasn't Annie Cresta. Tomorrow, he had no doubt, would prove more difficult. Tonight, he could do this.
Feeling Julius' hands on his hips, Finnick bowed his head. The older man ran a hand over his back and around his waist as the bed shifted while he adjusted himself. Finnick made sure to take slow, even breaths. He knew what was coming, and an instant later his breathing hitched as Julius pushed a finger into him. As Julius moved the finger around, his other hand continued to move over Finnick before slipping around to take hold of him firmly. Finnick's breath caught again as Julius began to work him with that hand. Only a moment later, the older man slipped a second finger into him.
It was a double edged sword, really. While parts of this were easier to deal with because he could just mentally detach himself, part of it was also more difficult. It wasn't the fact that Julius was a man that made it more difficult, it was the fact that he was allowing someone to do this to him. To possess him in this way. While faking his interest in other people and then forcing his body to do something he did not want to do was hard, those people never got to possess him in this way. They never got to have him like this. Even the other men he was sent to that Finnick had to top. There were few who wanted to fuck him the way Julius did. So yes, while it was easier to detach from the act, he was more than aware of what he was allowing this man to do, and aware that he was letting him have a part of him that Finnick would rather he never have. With a start, Finnick realised that was probably why Julius wanted him specifically. He wasn't just fucking anyone. He wasn't just fucking a body. He was fucking Finnick explicitly. He got to possess a Victor and keep him powerless. He got to have power over Finnick that most people never got to have. It was always about power.
Finnick forced himself to breathe as Julius pulled his fingers from him. Apparently the man had judged that he was loose enough now. Hearing Julius spit into his hand, Finnick kept his eyes on the pillow before him. All of the other men that Finnick was sent to insisted on expensive scented lubricants, and he supposed they would as he was generally the one topping them. Not that Julius ever really hurt him, although he figured using saliva as lubricant probably added to the man's sense of dominance over him.
Both of Julius' hands returned to Finnick's hips now, lifting him up and positioning him where he wanted. Finnick bit his lip again, his eyes still firmly on the pillow before him. He felt Julius press against him for only a moment before the older man pushed inside of him. Finnick bit back a groan and resisted the urge to shift himself uncomfortably. Julius held him still by the hips for several moments before pulling out slightly and repeating his movement. Finnick's eyes closed as he scrunched his face up to keep any sound he might make from escaping.
The pleasured sound that Julius made had Finnick bracing his weight through his arms. He knew that once Julius was comfortable, the older man would pick up the pace. Julius withdrew completely for a moment and Finnick had only just adjusted his weight on his hands before the man had thrust back into him. Finnick heard a grunt which was followed by another quick thrust, this time harder. Julius had apparently found an angle he liked as he had tightened his hold on Finnick's hips, pulling him up and back as he continued to thrust into him, pushing harder each time. Finnick squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he let Julius drag him back to meet each of his thrusts.
"Ugh! Yes!" Julius' cry made it more difficult for Finnick to detach himself from what was happening, and he clenched handfuls of the bedspread, desperate to keep himself from making a sound.
As the older man shifted angles, a shudder ran throughout Finnick and he bit down on his own lip, relishing the unpleasant metallic taste of blood that slid across his tongue. He was suddenly pushed down by a hand to the back of his head as Julius moved further over him. Finnick didn't move, his cheek now pressed firmly to the bedspread as the man over him was now able to drive more deeply into him. "Fuck! Yes!" Julius' fingers now dug deeply enough into Finnick's hips that he was sure the man would draw blood. Julius only thrust harder, as he now cried out with each stroke. Suddenly, a hand grasped a rough handful of Finnick's hair, bringing tears to his eyes as Julius' thrusts only grew harder and more brutal. Finnick tried to relax his body, unable to move with the heavy man pinning him to the mattress as he pounded relentlessly into him. A few minutes later it was over as Julius came with a bellow and collapsed down over him.
Finnick lay where he was, unmoving. Eventually, Julius rolled to the side. "You can go." Silently, Finnick got to his feet and moved stiffly over to his pile of clothes. He dressed himself just as silently, before walking out the door, not looking back. He hurried down to the car that had waited for him, and once they were three streets away, he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he would hurt in the morning. But that, at least, was over. One down, five more to go. Then, he could return to Annie.
