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Peeta was a little on-edge the entire rest of the day. He wasn't really paying attention or listening to anyone or anything, really.

"Peeta. Peeta."

"Hmm?" Peeta turned his attention to Effie as they sat for dinner with Katniss and Haymitch.

"Well, you seem to be off in your own little world, aren't you?" she asked sweetly. Peeta was learning to hate the sound of her voice. Grating on his nerves, really. And her outfit was just hurting his eyes. The people of the Capital were.. ugly, in his opinion. Made up and surgically enhanced. Disgusting. "Would you like some bread?"

"I'm not hungry." Peeta stood up, walking away from the table and out of the room completely and to his bedroom. He didn't feel like dealing with Effie ragging on him for his posture or for his nervous habits. Or dealing with Haymitch and Katniss talking about the strategies for the Games. He just.. wanted to be alone.

"Peeta!"

God, what did Effie want now.. "I'd like you to join us so we can meet with your stylists!" Right.. the tribute parade was tonight.. interviews were tomorrow.. training was happening between the two of them.

Peeta reluctantly walked back out to the other three and he and Katniss were taken to their prep team. Katniss was taken by Cinna, Peeta left with Portia. He didn't want to do this.. District 12 was a coal mining district. Bland, stupid, dusty. He didn't want that. He hated being reminded of the mines. That someday, he might have to be sent down there to live or die. Not that anyone would care. He winced and grimaced as he was prepped and dressed as Portia and Cinna wanted them. A new idea. Skin-tight black unitards that covered them down to their wrists and necks, down to the matching boots. Synthetic flames were supposed to come from the backs, making them seem to be on fire. Like they were coal.

Peeta saw Cato when they were lining up with the chariots. The older tribute was in a golden, almost Roman warrior-like outfit. It was.. really nice. He looked away when the Career glanced at him, refusing to look up again. He didn't notice his almost.. leering at the tight outfit Peeta was in. Just looking up and down his figure. Not Katniss. Him.

"Alright, we're starting," Cinna said, drawing both tribute's attentions to him. "Just don't be nervous and if you catch on fire.. well.. that won't happen." Great..

The tributes started rolling out on the chariots, Peeta and Katniss last because they were District 12. The flames went off, trailing behind him as the Capitol citizens cheered for them. He reached for Katniss's hand, holding it tight. He caught Cato's gaze when they finally stopped, cheeks burning just a bit. Peeta was distracted while Snow and Seneca talked about the Hunger Games and tributes, not paying attention still as he was taken back with Katniss to their floor to sleep.

Peeta didn't want to sleep. He knew that Katniss was asleep, Haymitch and Effie gone from their floor. There were footsteps outside his room. But harder than Katniss's shoes.. His door opened, a figure sliding in before the door closed again.

"12."

Peeta's eyes widened as Cato walked into the light of the window, a smug smirk plastered on his face. He wore a thin, black shirt that clung to his torso with some brown pants tucked into boots. The younger blonde scooted back on his bed, the blankets falling off of him. "W-What are you doing here?" he stuttered out a bit nervously.

Cato only smirked again, walking closer. "I came to see you, baker's boy.. "

"Peeta." Again, wanting his name to be said. Not a nickname.

Peeta swallowed lightly when Cato pushed him down on the bed on his back, climbing over him and pinning him down. "You know.. for someone from District 12.. you're cute.. " He chuckled at Peeta's blush and light stutter of protest. "You won't last long in the Hunger Games. Unless you can show me what you can really do and I decide you're worthy to be in an alliance.. "

"I-I can l-lift.. " Peeta stuttered out. Cute. He stuttered.

"You always stutter, 12?" Cato practically purred, leaning down again. His lips brushed softly over Peeta's, teasing almost. "It's a little cute."

Cute.. Cato.. thought he was cute.. or at least his stutter was, but still. "I-I want to be.. in an a-alliance with you.. " he got out softly.

"Mm.. Good." Cato smirked again, moving up a little. "And what will you do.. to be in my alliance.. to stay alive.. "

Peeta didn't answer. He leaned up, pushing his lips against Cato's in a desperate kiss. The Career didn't even push him away. Just pushed him back down as he slid his tongue into the blonde's mouth to deepen the kiss even further. "Mm.. "

Peeta's hands moved, trying to pull the shirt from Cato's body. He didn't care right now if they were caught. He just cared about doing this right here and now. "Mm.. Eager, are we.. " Cato teased softly with another little smirk. His hands caught Peeta's wrists. "Calm down. We have all night.. "

"I don't care." Peeta's eyes caught on the Career's. "Please. Just this once."

"Baker's boy.. this will be much more than once.. "

Peeta's shirt was stripped away from his body, his pants quickly following as Cato's own clothes were shed. The Career had obviously been preparing for this, his fingers slicked with a cool gel. They probed at his entrance, rubbing lightly before pushing two in and stretching a bit. "Virgin?"

Peeta shook his head, hands on Cato's shoulders as he bit his lip lightly. He pushed back a bit against his fingers. "A-A guy.. in my district.. a-a few times.. "

"No more.. Just me.. " Like Peeta was going to complain. Really.

"A-Ah.. there.. " Peeta gasped, body arching a little as Cato's fingers curled against the spot that had white spots dancing across his entrance. "I-I'm okay.. Do it.. "

Cato pulled his fingers out, wiping them off on the sheets as he moved between the younger blonde's legs, stroking himself a little and spreading some more of the gel to make it easier on Peeta. He started to slowly push in.

Peeta grit his teeth a little, nails digging into Cato's shoulders as he tried to relax himself. The Career was careful as he pushed all the way in, hands on either side of Peeta as he leaned over him on the bed. Felt so good.. Warmth, tight all around him, squeezing.. Better than any girl in his District. It wasn't long before Peeta bucked his hips a bit, nodding.

Cato started moving, thrusting in and out of the younger tribute. He panted lightly, leaning down further and pushing a kiss to Peeta's lips as the young blonde moaned. White danced in front of Peeta's closed eyes as Cato stabbed at his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure racing up and down his entire body.

Cato grabbed Peeta's erection, pumping it with his thrusts as he sped up, going harder and faster. "Nn.. C-Cato.. g-gonna.. " Peeta panted out, hips bucking.

"Cum for me.. " Cato whispered against his lips with another kiss. "Do it.. "

Peeta moaned into the kiss as he released over Cato's hand after another thrust, white flooding his vision. Cato grunted a bit as Peeta tightened around him and he released deep into the younger tribute, panting lightly as he came down from the sharp high of his orgasm.

Cato leaned down again, pressing another kiss to Peeta's lips. "I'll see you around, 12.. " he whispered. "Welcome to the alliance.. "

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Okay, not really happy with that sex. But I'm tired and I just wanted to get this chapter over with. Meh..