A/N: Chapter four! As promised! ^_^

Warnings: BDSM, uh, sorta I suppose, nothing too intense though. And bondage.

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 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. He was apprehensive about this but would be lying if he said he wasn't even the tiniest bit excited. They'd never done something like this before and it was most definitely testing the boundries of their relationship. Still, with all that being said, he'd also be lying if he said he wasn't slightly nervous.

Lips touched his stomach and he whimpered, suppressing a giggle at the ticklish feeling it caused. A second set of lips pressed against his neck, nipping his juglar with his teeth. Peeta struggled against his bounds, already wishing that they'd free him. Or at least take the damn gag off, it was really beginning to hurt. He tried to relax himself, trying to melt into the mattress and not think about it too much but it had to be the most difficult thing he'd ever done.

Fingers curled around his nipples, rolling them until they were so taut it was painful and squeezing them just to hear him squeal. A hot mouth wrapped around one and he moaned, his back bowing upwards when they sucked on it. He moaned and squirmed, crying out in ectasy behind the gag when a second mouth tended to the neglected nipple, nipping at the sensitive flesh relentlessly.

When they pulled away, Peeta whimpered pathetically, the cold air hittng the saliva on his chest and making him shiver. "Do you think that's raw enough?" Cato asked.

"Should be," Finnick answered. "I don't think we can get much rawer than that. Now how do these things work?" Peeta wondered what they were talking about when something metal suddenly clamped down on one of his nipples, sending a jolt of pain and undeniable pleasure up his spine. "There we go! Ooh, that looks painful . . ."

"Does it hurt baby, do you want us to take it off?" Cato asked.

Peeta shook his head, his chest heaving upwards as he fought back a groan at how wonderful the clamp felt, knowing it would only serve for their amusement later.

"Oh, someone's turned into a little masochist, hasn't he?" Finnick teased. God, they never shut up, did they? "Okay, Cato, what do we do with this?"

"The paddle? I think that's for . . . uh . . . spanking."

"Wouldn't you do that when your partner isn't tied up?" Finnick asked.

"Well, I don't know, do I? We did this too damn spontaneous to really have a chance to think through when it'd be best to tie him up now did we?" Cato said acidly. "We should have at least sat down and figured everything out before we started this but noooo the mighty Finnick Odair had to just jump right into it, didn't he?"

"Well, we're not skipping it. You and I both know he loves being spanked."

Peeta groaned and blushed. One time. One time. Anytime he'd move, the clamp on his chest would cause a jolt of electricity to surge through his nerves so while Cato and Finnick argued it out, he tried to stay stock still on the bed, tired of giving them the satisfaction of watching him squirm.

"God, we suck at this," Finnick sighed eventually.

"Okay, hold on," Cato said. "How about we untie the stuff around his ankles and use the leverage to pull him over the edge of the bed to do it?" Peeta snickered. They were both nearly having a panic attack because of the mistake they'd made. Okay, this was like a mini victory on his side. Goodness, they were so unprepared. "Are you laughing at us?"

"You cheeky little shit," Finnick said, which just made Peeta laugh more. "Stop it!"

"Okay, you're laughing at us," Cato sighed. "We get it, we didn't plan this, but just give us a moment. Finnick, just undo the ankle ties, okay?" Peeta felt a tugging on his ankles and suddenly he could move again. He did one half of a snow angel on the bed, rotating his ankles to get some feeling back into them. "Hold on." Two hands suddenly came around the sides of his face and tugged off the tie on his mouth.

The first thing Peeta said when he was able to speak was:

"I am going to kill you both."

This was recieved with two laughs.

"I'm serious, who the hell doesn't plan this sort of thing out?" Peeta demanded.

"Watch the attitude Peeta-Pie," Cato warned. "We are about to pull you over the edge of the bed to paddle you, I'd be careful what you say." Peeta rolled his eyes, feeling another tugging on his wrists. Once freed from the top as well, he tried to push himself up. "Hey! Stop it!" Cato grabbed his wrists and pinned them together. "Act like you're still tied up! Cut us some slack here."

"Yeah, it's not our fault we messed up," Finnick said.

"I think it kind of is," Peeta said. He yelped as Cato pulled him off and off the bed and turned him around so his back pressed against his front. Teeth nibbled on the shell of his ear and a shiver rushed through him.

"Do you even know why we chose to do this now? How we even knew that you had been touching yourself?" Cato murmured, his breath brushing the side of his face teasingly. Peeta shook his head, letting it fall back against Cato's shoulder. The bed creaked and he guessed that Finnick was crossing over to join them. "Well, for starters, someone left the nanny cam on."

"Why did we even have that damn thing?" Peeta muttered.

"It's a christmas gift for my cousin," Finnick said. "I just didn't mean to leave it on."

"Does that mean you both sat and watched me?! You perverts! That's disgusting!" Peeta's sentence dissolved into a moan when Finnick fiddled with the metal clamp, tugging on it just enough that it pinched but still racked him with pleasure. "We're going to talk about this, don't think you can manipulate me into forgetting the fact that you watched me touch myself in bed!"

"If it helps, you were very sexy," Finnick offered, stroking his damp hair down.

"No it doesn't!" Peeta snapped.

"We're sorry," Cato mumbled into his neck. "We were very naughty, we're sorry."

"You damn well be."

"You should be the one spanking us, not the other way around," Finnick added.

Peeta nodded. "Exactly!"

"Tragically, we are the ones in power of the paddle," Cato said. He grabbed his ass and Peeta jumped, yelping in surprise. "And your backside is more smackable than ours anyway. Now come on, be a sport, lean over the bed please." Finnick made a point of it by tugging the clamp again. Rolling his eyes, Peeta did as he was told, blindly planting his hands on the mattress.

"Why do I never get to be in charge?" he asked.

"Because you couldn't pull it off," Finnick answered.

"I could pull it off!"

"The only thing that's going to get pulled off right now is your underpants," Cato added, doing the exact thing that he said.

"Oh that's clever, how long have you been waiting to use that one?" Peeta asked dryly.

"God, we should have just kept the gag on you," Finnick said.

"Well, you see, you should have already knew that," Peeta replied. The paddle suddenly smacked him unexpectantly and he yelped loudly, the impact nearly knocking him onto his face. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "I wasn't ready for that!"

"Oh, sorry babe." Another smack immediately followed and this time Peeta did stumble forward onto the bed. "Sorry, was that one too soon as well?"

"Pass it over," Finnick said.

"Okay," Peeta protested, "hold on a moment-" Lips touched his back and he paused, relaxing a little bit when they let him collect himself after being taken by surprise. He sighed and let his face fall into the mattress, basking in the feeling of the kisses that were being tapped up and down his spine. Finnick slipped his hand underneath him and continued his game of messing around with the clamp. "What's with you and that damn clamp?" he moaned, squirming against him.

"Your nipples are your most sensitive feature," Finnick explained, "and your best reactions orginate from there. Don't lie, you love it, don't you?"

Yeah, he did.

"You ready for this again?"

Peeta nodded. "Yeah, alright," he murmured. He curled his fingers into the duvet and tugged nervously. Finnick was much better with the paddle, which was worrying. He knew just the right amount of pressure to hit him with so that it would still sting but still cause tendrails of pleasure to curl up his spine.

"Wow, your bum is hot pink right now," Cato commented after a while. Peeta hummed in reponse, chest heaving as he fought to re-catch his breath, nuzzling his face back into the bed. "Hold on, I've got a solution to this!" Peeta heard him walk around the bed and searched for him behind the darkness of the blindfold. There was a long pause before something shockingly cold pressed against his abused backside and he cried out in shock, scrambling onto the bed and nearly falling off the other side almost instantly because of his lack of sight.

Thankfully, one of them grabbed him before he could.

"What was that?!" Peeta exclaimed.

"The ice bag," Cato said.

"You nearly gave me a damn heartattack," Finnick said. He pulled him close, buring his face into his neck and hugging him tight. "You could have fell and knocked yourself out." Cato took sat down behind him and drew small patterns on his bare back with an ice cube from the bag, pecking small kisses along the wet trail it left behind. Peeta shivered and groaned into Finnick's shoulder.

"You two are too nice to me," he mumbled sleepily.

"You deserve it," Finnick mumbled into his hair.

"For what? Not being particularly special in any way?"

"God, you need to learn to stop speaking lesser of yourself," Cato muttered. "For being you, that's damn well why."

Peeta fought back a smile. "And that's enough?" he asked.

They both laughed and Peeta felt like he was missing out on something.

"You're damn right it's enough."

The finality of Finnick's tone made Peeta chuckle.

"So, Finnick," Cato said. "How much did you actually deprieve him of what his needs before I came home?"

"He didn't deprieve me-"

"-I didn't deprieve him!" Finnick pushed his hair back from his face and gently kissed his forehead with a smile. Cato rolled his eyes and started writing an ice cube message on Peeta's skin. He tried to decipher what it was but he was too exhausted to be able to tell.

"Oh, okay then," he said. "Tell me, what is it you did to look after him then? Go on, prove me wrong."

Finnick grinned. "Alright then. Funny story . . ."

A/N: Can you guess what the next chapter is going to be?

I got a review recently, asking me if Peeta could be on top for once. I feel the need to explain myself on why I have never wrote him topping before. I am a strong beliver in the fact that there isn't set positions in sex, that if one person is on the bottom once that they are that for the rest of their life, no, I don't believe in that. It's just I can't write Peeta as a top, if you know what I mean? I've tried before but when I do the writing is just sucky and lazy and the characters are OCC. It just never works for me. I'm sorry :(

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