Hey so here's the twenty-first chapter, I apologise ahead for all errors grammatically and also any spelling errors. I'm not really a writer. It hasn't been beta-ed all errors are my own. I of course don't own any part of the Hunger Games that's all Suzanne Collins. If I had it would have been a hell of a lot different.
Warning: boy on boy, kinky smut, drinking, definite drug use, a little violence, swearing, OOC-ness and all those bad things.
... late again. I know I'm terrible and there isn't really an excuse. I had like 5 hours sleep over the weekend and I fully intended on writing Sunday arvo after work but I legit passed out due to exhaustion. And now I think I'm getting sick and I'm finding really hard to concentrate and have no energy to do anything but sleep. And because all things come in threes I'm experiencing some writers block so sorry if this chapter isn't up to scratch. Still I'm here with another chapter so Yay.
So as I said on my other story My Fate Re-Written I have a few ideas for my next story and would like some help deciding which one to start. I fully intent to at some point write all these ideas out as stories but would love to know which you want more. So here's the options:
1: AU: Peeta starting university (so he's a little older) in a new city so he would be on his own and falls for Cato but struggles with his abusive past.
2: Slight AU: The traditional re-telling of the Hunger Games but of course it being Peeta/Cato. I haven't attempted this yet because there is so many really good ones already out.
3: Slight AU: The Hunger Games but with Neko Peeta because let's face it there isn't enough of this out there and what is out there hasn't really taken off. I think it would be interesting. Though I'm going to have to brush up on my Neko knowledge before I attempt writing it.
So let me know which you want, it wouldn't come out for awhile but I'd like to figure out which to start planning out soon. Or if you have any other ideas/suggestions please let me know. And don't forget I love getting your reviews. That being said THANK YOU to all who have reviewed/followed/favourite this story, it means so much. Xo
Peeto4eva- thanks so much and well maybe they won't split I can't say I've planned to do that but who knows what will happen while I'm writing it out. Xoxoxo
Conspiration-ult- thanks boo! Yes the whole Luka thing was kind of a last minute decision, I wanted the reason he picked on Peeta so much to be something that happens a lot in real life... I hope your mind isn't to broken haha. ;D love your reviews so much! xoxoxo
Fuzzyfeather- wow thanks and wow so many emotions from the Luka/Derrick interaction. Bahahahaha Cato really did do a good job there. As for the disaster to strick well maybe there is some this chapter who knows though... and thank for the kind words it means so much. Xoxoxo
pumpkinking5- :D yes the Luka issue does seem to make more sense now, and Cato and Peeta are just to to to cute. Ba hope you continue to enjoy the story and thanks for continually reviewing! Xoxoxo
ReineDesCoeurs- Oooh child it was smoking hot ;D. And Yay in playing with the idea of Luka recurring more often because there is a few possibilities for his character. Though I'm not sure he will end up with Derrick. Madge and Ry did seem like a good idea so I'm glad you liked it. And on the note of their high school life revolving around parties and sex, yours didn't? I know mine did and I went to a strict private christian school. And while it was fun I'm so glad those days are in my past haha. Thanks for the love boo. Xoxoxo
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He Took My Heart
Chapter Twenty-one
"I'm fine I'll be able to walk in the morning I promise." I kiss his chest and snuggle into him more closing my eyes. "I love you mister."
"I love you too." He replies kissing my forehead.
I wake from my almost dreamless slumber totally refreshed. I must have been exhausted after last night's activities. I stretch and rub my eyes slowly, Cato's arms wrapped around me securely. I turn in his arms so I could see his face. Now almost completely on my back I lightly caress his cheek and smile. How did I get this beautiful man to fall in love with me.
He let's out a deep breathe but doesn't open his eyes. "Babe, sleep." He nuzzles his face into my shoulder and kisses it once.
"I'm not tired." I smile purposely being stubborn.
"Well I am so we are sleeping." He orders talking against my skin.
"Cato." I whine playfully. "Let me get up. I want to shower or something."
"Or something like sleep here with me." He replies tightening his arms around me and throwing his leg over me just to demonstrate how serious he was being.
I chuckle at him before snaking my hand down his bare chest slowly towards his manhood. "I'll sleep with you but in not going back to sleep." my fingers brush up against it and I feel his breathing hitch.
"What if I say no?"
"You have never said no to me before." I say as I continue to rub my hand against him.
"Well there is a first for everything. Aren't you sore and gaping from last night." He says with a smirk.
"Excuse me." I yell removing my hand. "Well you definitely ain't getting any from me the rest of the weekend." I start to smirk and try to get out of his hold.
"Oh come on I was only teasing." He starts to laugh. "I'm just saying after last night I wouldn't have to worry about prep or lube right now."
"You're a jerk." I say smiling as I bite my bottom lip. "You have had your fun, now let me go. We have to get up as some point today, it's already passed lunch time and I'm hungry."
Cato grabs both my arms and pins them above my head and rolls on top of me. Bringing his face down to my ear. "I haven't even started yet. I'm going to have a lot more fun before you leave this bed." He grinds his hips into mine and I can't help but let a moan escape my mouth. "See you want this."
"No I dont." I say just to continue playing the stubborn card. "Now let me out before I start to yell rape."
"You can't call if rape if you enjoy it Peeta. And I know you are enjoying this." He whispers into my ear bucking his hips again.
"And how would you know that?" I say fighting off another moan.
"Because you are hard." He simply replies before kissing my neck. "Tell me you want it."
"No I don't want you anymore." I giggle.
"Babe I need to so bad right now, you are right I could never say no to your body. Please I need to hear you say it." His voice husky.
I bite my lip again knowing he is winning right now. He let's go of my hands and moves them down my sides before grabbing roughly onto the globes of my ass. "Come on Peeta, say it."
I close my eyes for a second and let the air empty out of my lungs. "Fine, Cato I need you now. I need you to fill me. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me." I let myself go and shiver in anticipation knowing what was to come.
I feel him smirk against my neck before he suddenly get up off me and walks towards my bathroom. "Told you a can say no to you."
I realise I was being played the whole time and I want to scream out loud at how sexually frustrated I am now. I may have won last time we were teasing each other but he won this round by a landslide. "Fucking jerk." I yell towards the bathroom as I hear the shower turn on. I hear him start to laugh as I sit up and sit waiting and hoping my excitement might go away.
"Babe get your sexy ass into this shower. You need it." He yells.
I sigh and stand feeling a familiar soreness in my backside and hips. 'That what you get for telling him to fuck you so hard' I tell myself. I walk towards the bathroom and stop to look at myself in the mirror. From the top of my neck to the end of my shoulder was littered with hickeys and bite marks. "How am I supposed to look respectable at your mothers event tonight when you have me looking like a basic whore?"
"What are you talking about? You look sexy and everyone will know not to go near you." He says, I can see from the corner of my eye he was washing his hair.
"Convenient that's what you seem to think. I don't think your mother would say the same." I say walking over to the shower and start opening the door before stepping in.
"My mother won't care, she'll be to happy I finally showed up to one of her boring art things." He smirks before he starts to rinse his hair.
I lightly punch him in the stomach. "There better not be any talk like that while we are there."
He exaggerates how hard I hit him before looking at me as if I had just broke his arm or something. "You're mean." He can't keep a straight face for long, he starts to laugh and sticks his tongue out at me.
"Yeah whatever mister." I wash myself and turn away from him.
"I'll promise to be good if when we come home you let me have my way with you." He says putting his hands on my hips.
I let him pull me back towards his chest. "I'll think about it."
"Well if you want me to behave you better agree to my terms before we get there." He leans down and starts to kiss me neck.
I roll my eyes and let him kiss my neck for a few more minutes before I step out of the shower. "Come on I'm hungry." I say grabbing a towel, I purposely drop it and bend over sticking my ass out as much as possible as I pick it up. As I stand back up my ass is met was a quick slap. I yelp at the unexpected contact, turning around to give him an evil eye.
"Hey you put it out there so I was just showing you some appreciation. Plus we both know you are totally into being spanked." He laughs walking pass me with his towel in hand.
I follow him and as I do I twirl my wet towel around before flipping it towards his ass. It make contact with a cracking sound that even I flinch at. Maybe I did it a little to hard. He jumps at the contact, an instant red mark appearing on his perfect round right ass cheek. He let's out a pained groan and turns round to face me. My eyes widened at how angry he looks. "I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to be so hard." I panic and starts to back towards the bathroom.
"Don't you even think about running Peeta." He growls with a almost feral smirk.
"I wouldn't even think about running right now." I say that I quickly glance towards the bedroom door. That all the confirmation Cato needs before he charged towards me. He throws my over his shoulders. "Why?" I yell.
He spanks me with his free hand and I wait to see where he is going to take me. I notice he walks towards the bedroom before he heads down the stairs. "Time to make me some food." He says as we enter the kitchen.
"Make it yourself." I say in a cheeky tone. He replies with another smack to my ass. "Don't you care both my brother and father home? We are naked right now and they are just down stairs. I know you and and my dad get on but this seems like it crosses a line."
He laughs and place me down so I'm standing. "You're the one who said you walk around with barley any clothes half the time. Now make me something to eat babe. I'm starving and since I now have a welt on my ass that is going to make sitting down for the rest of the weekend a pain you kind of owe me."
I smile at him wrapping my arms around his waist. "Do I now?"
"Totally, so get to work." He says leaning against the kitchen top. "I want pancakes or a steak sandwich or something."
"I can do pancakes I guess." I say turning to the fridge and taking out the ingredients I need.
A half hour later we are back in my room with a stack of pancakes smothered in butter and maple syrup. Luckily my brother and dad didn't come up during our time in the kitchen because that would have been a total embarrassing mess. "So what time does the art showing start?" I ask, as he stops to think I lean forward and eat what pancake was on the fork.
"Hey, I wanted that." Cato says with a grin. "We need to be there around seven-thirty. But we need to go to mine first because I'll be to get clothes and we can drop off your stuff for Sunday."
"Alright sounds like a plan." I say taking another mouthful from the fork.
"Keep taking my food and I'll make you pay." He says pulling me into his lap. He starts to kiss my neck, I cut the last piece of pancake and before I can eat it he grabs a hold of my hand and guides it to his mouth.
"That was the last bit." I whine.
"I know and it was oh so tasty." He smirks before he places his hands on my side, kissing my neck again. Before I can do anything he starts to tickle me.
I scream out in a fit of laughter. "Stop." I start to squirm uncontrollably. I try to get up but he puts he left arm around my waist but continues to tickle me with his right. "Cato please."
He stops and I sigh and slump back against him. "So I guess maybe we put some clothes on and head to mine to get ready soon."
"Yeah I guess we should."
Fours hours later I am standing in Cato's bathroom buttoning up my shirt. I leave the last button open so I wouldn't feel like I was being choked. It was white, my skinny jeans a washed out faded blue, they were almost white really. I had on a white and gold high-tops. Cato walks in already dressed. He had on a black shirt and black skinny jeans with leather pointed shoes. He left three buttons undone at the top of his shirt, showing off his tanned chest. "Well don't you clean up nicely." I say giving him an obvious one over.
"I know right." He gives me a cocky grin before kissing my cheek. He grabs his hair gel and proceeds to do his hair.
"I'm not under dressed am I?" I ask fixing my hair so it was off my forehead.
"No, you look hot. We will be the best looking couple there." He replies washing his hands of the excess hair product.
"I can't believe you are wearing something other then sneakers." I say raising an eyebrow as I turn to him.
"Yeah well my mother asked I wore them tonight."
"Well I'm very impressed. The whole casual business meets model rocker thing you got going on is such a turn on." I say as I stand on my tip toes and kiss him.
"Really?" He smirks pulling closer to him.
"Mmhmm." I laugh. "Should we be leaving soon? I don't want to be late."
"Yeah in like ten minutes."
He walks out of the bathroom and I follow. I grab my phone as he picks up his keys, wallet and phone and we head down to the kitchen.
Thirty minutes later we walk into Chloe's gallery. There was a good crowd already circulating the room. Chloe spots us and walks over to us smiling.
"I'm so glad you made it." She says as she hugs us both. "How's living back home Peeta?"
"Um, different but at the same time back to normal. Its nice seeing my brother and dad everyday though." I say with a genuine smile.
"That's good to here. Okay well start over there on the left and make your way around the room. I'm sure you Peeta will appreciate some of the pieces. I already know this one wont." She says looking at Cato.
"Okay I'll come find you later and tell you which ones I like." I say taking Cato's hand and walking over to the first portrait. Cato let's go of my hand and grabs two glasses of champagne from a server who was looking in the opposite direction. He discreetly hands me a glass before taking my other hand in his again.
"I saw that Cato." I woman with dark skin and hair says walking towards us.
"You won't tell on me now would you Naomi." He smiles at the woman.
"I won't as long as you introduce me to your date." She turns to me.
"This is Peeta, my boyfriend."
She hugs me while a knowing grin graces her face. "So you're the boy who finally tamed his heart. I've heard so much already. You know he had us worried with that Glimmer girl he had prancing around on his arm before."
"Well I hope everything you have heard is only good." I say trying not to laugh at her comment about Glimmer.
"Of course honey. Well enjoy the art, we put in a lot of work to get some of these pieces." Naomi say as she walks off and greets another guest.
Cato turns to me. "That was Naomi, mums partner. They own and run the gallery together. She used to babysit me when my parents went out of town."
"Oh okay." I smile at him before turning back to the art. I slowly walk between the pieces with Cato close behind me. I stop at a piece that looked as though it could be a Van Gough. "How can you not love pieces like this?" I ask leaning up against him.
"It's not that I don't think it looks interesting I just find these things boring. I'd prefer to be in bed with you or playing football or watching football."
I sigh. "Typical male."
"What was that?" He pokes me in the side and leans down to my ear. "I don't hear you complaining about me being a typical male normally." He licks the side of my neck before kissing it.
"It wouldn't kill you to take in some art or a show at a theatre." I say walking to the next painting.
"How did I end up dating such a girl." He tease following me.
"I'm not a girl just because I like to paint." I say in an annoyed tone.
"Sure you're not." He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his chin on my head. "You have to be the girly one anyway. If I was dating a guy like me we would have a problem when it came to the bedroom. We work so well together because we are so different. Atleast that's what I like to think."
"You're lucky you added on that last bit because I was going to kick you in the ass there for a second."
"My ass probably already has a bruise thanks to you." He jokes. "I'm going to go to the toilet, I'll be back in a second." He kisses me on the cheek before walking away. I turn back to the painting and take my time taking it in.
"Peeta, I wasn't expecting to see you here but I'm glad I have. Can we talk for a second." A voice says from behind me.
I turn and am shocked to see Luka standing there with pleading eyes. "I don't have anything I want to say to you." I say turning away.
"Please can we just talk for a minute?" He pleads.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I ask in an aggressive tone.
"I'm here with my mother. Peeta I just want to talk for a minute."
We stand in silence for a minute before I give in. "Fine, start talking."
"Please hear me out. I want to apologise for everything I put you through. I, I'm... um I haven't really been the best version of myself when it comes to how I treated you. I was trying to prove to myself I was nothing like you." He says, I could tell he was actually truthfully trying so I turn back around to face him.
"Well just know it's you I feel sorry for now. All that time you would pick on me. Hurt me physically and emotionally but all the while actually hurting yourself at the same time. Is what you feel that scary or wrong?" I say sympathetically. He put me through hell but for some reason I couldn't turn him away. If I did I would be no better then him. He was obviously dealing with a lot of self hate.
"I, well I just wish I wasn't, you know that way. I've tried everything to change it and hating you and distancing myself was part of it but no matter what I do its still there. I just wanted to tell you that I know now I have no right asking or expecting you to except my apology but still I don't want to continue to put you down. It was wrong what I put you through and I should have never started bullying you in the first place."
I sigh. "I forgive you. And don't worry I'm not going to tell anyone about your secret. But you are going to have to come to terms with yourself at some point."
"Thank you Peeta, I should get back to my mother." He smiles before turning back to where his mother was standing.
As I turn back to the painting Cato's walks back over. "What is he doing here? And why was he talking to you?"
"It's fine Cato he is here with his mother and he wanted to apologise and tell me he isn't going to bully me anymore." I say grabbing Cato's hand before he even thinks about walking over there. "Just let it go, I have and I'm the one he bullied."
Cato let's out a deep breathe. "Fine but only because mum would kill me if I started to beat his ass in the middle of her gallery."
I roll my eyes and pull him over to the next painting. When we stop I feel my phone start to vibrate. I pull it out of my pocket and see its Derrick's number. I hit ignore only for it to start ringing again a second later. I press ignore again hoping he would stop before Cato noticed. I receive a text next, then another. I sigh and open the messages.
'Peeta I told you if you weren't going to play nice I would be forced to reveal your dark secrets. The first is in the next text.'
I sigh preparing for what ever it could be in the next text. I open it and shocked, I feel myself start to go red and shake. When? How? I breathing becomes shallow as panic takes over.
'Its not the only one.'