The Hunger Games

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Vampire Diaries.

Couple: Bonnie/Damon

Rating: M

Chapter Fourteen

Weight Of The World

'Maybe It's Gravity, That Pulls Her To My Chest,

Not The Fear That She Is The Source, Of What Little Strength I've Got Left.'

The excitement and fire that each touch elicited, was almost enough to cause her to throw caution to the wind entirely.

Bonnie was internally divided. The rational side of her mind was screaming at her to tell Damon to stop. It was reminding her that her entire family was watching the games and she didn't want them to see her in such an intimate moment. And the other half of her mind was screaming at her to just give in and enjoy the pleasure while it lasted, before she died.

She had just watched an innocent and naive young man die, and she knew that despite Damon's encouraging words about keeping her alive, she might not make it out of the arena. She might die tomorrow. She might never get another chance to indulge in her desires.

Using his strength, he easily flipped the petite woman over, so that she was laying on her back and he was on top of her. His lips still moving against hers feverishly. His fingers tangled in her dark curls and he pulled her even closer to him as his tongue invaded her mouth and started a dance for dominance. She was moaning loudly against his lips as she memorized his mouth. She loved the way that his lips felt against hers, the way that he tasted, the way that his strong chest felt beneath her fingertips.

'Your sisters and brothers and mom are watching right now! YOU NEED TO STOP THIS!'

Damon playfully tugged Bonnie's full bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it, causing her to moan out and subconsciously lift her hips. Hoping to gain more friction between her thighs. Her clit was throbbing and she was aching with arousal and need for him.

Feeling his hard cock pressed against her through the fabric of their pants was enough to bring reality back to the situation. They were about to have sex on national television. In front of all of Panem. In front of the entire Capitol. It would be what they were remembered for, for the rest of their lives.

Bonnie pulled away from Damon and rested her head back against the ground of the cave. Her chest was heaving and a layer of sweat was covering her caramel skin. She certainly wasn't cold any longer. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest and she was trying her hardest to calm down and force her arousal away.

"Damon." She breathed out shakily. "We can't do this."

"Says who?" He teased with a waggle of his brow as he leant down and started to deliver heated kisses to the sensitive skin of her neck.

She hummed out pleasantly when she felt his lips against her neck. It felt amazing. "Mm... Damon, seriously." Bonnie tried to sound stern and serious, but her voice came out more like a moan. "I don't want my family to see this side of my life."

Damon's lips hovered over her ear and he whispered against it, "The cave is dark." Gently he sucked her earlobe between his teeth and he nibbled on it, causing her to groan out in pleasure and lift her hips again. She felt like she had no control over herself. She hated not being in control.

He trailed heated kisses along her neck and then he stopped at her pulse point and sucked the skin between his lips, hard.

"Shit." Bonnie gasped, digging her nails deep into the skin of his back through the fabric of his shirt. This only caused him to suck harder on her skin. She knew that he was going to leave a mark, but she didn't care. The pleasurable sensations shooting through her body would be worth it. Again, she found herself rocking her hips against him in search of more pressure.

Damon pulled his lips away from her neck and they curled up into a devilish smirk when he noticed the mark he had made.

Before he could return to what he was doing, she lifted one of her hands and she cupped his cheek with it, running her fingers through his disheveled hair. His blue eyes landed on hers and he cocked his head to the side curiously.

"You know as well as I do that the Capitol have cameras that can see in the dark." His smirk only stretched when she said that. It was almost like he found it exciting to be watched.

"What if I can promise you they won't see anything?" Damon asked.

"How are you going to do that?"

He leant back and picked up one of the blankets, pulling it up over his shoulders and her body. Bonnie laughed a little at how mischievous he looked in the moment. It was obvious that Damon Salvatore loved breaking the rules. It should have annoyed her, but it only excited her in that moment. Moving down on top of her, he covered both of their heads and their entire bodies with the blanket and then he returned his lips to the curve of her neck.

"Better?" He whispered.

"A little." She couldn't help but laugh. He was set on making this happen and she wasn't exactly complaining.

"Good." Damon started to kiss along her neck and she whimpered, leaning her head back to give him more access. He smirked against her skin and then when he reached her collarbone, he swiped his tongue along it before biting down hard on the bone. Bonnie stifled her moan when she felt his teeth sink into her. Her arousal was intensifying by the second. She could feel herself practically dripping down her legs.

'How the hell does he do this to me!?'

His fingers ghosted over her hipbones beneath the fabric of her shirt and she shivered. Everywhere his fingers touched left behind a trail of fire. Her stomach was flipping and her heart was pounding hard against her ribs.

One of Bonnie's hands twisted into Damon's dark hair as he moved down her body. She could feel herself subconsciously lifting her hips off of the ground.

He pushed his hand beneath her shirt, his fingers dancing along her toned abdomen as they made their way toward her breast. Tonight wasn't about him. It had been a long time since he had thought about a girl's pleasure over his. Usually, if he came before the girl he would tell her to finish herself off. He didn't care about them. But, Bonnie was different. He cared about her. He wanted her to feel pleasure a midst the tragedy and the pain. He wanted to taste her sweet arousal.

She gasped and moaned out when she felt his fingers brush along the sensitive skin beneath her bra. He pushed her bra up so that her breast was exposed to him, and then he cupped it in his hand. Biting down on her hipbone at the same time.

The pleasure that Bonnie felt in that moment was immense. It was almost unbearable. She lifted one of her arms to her mouth and she bit down on it to suppress the moans that were threatening to escape her throat. The Capitol and her family couldn't see her right now, and she didn't want them to hear her either. This was their moment. It was supposed to be private and personal.

Damon pulled back and his blue eyes twinkled with delight as he saw the impression of his teeth in the skin of her hip. He gently ran his tongue along the sore skin and then he moved to the button of her pants, tugging it open skillfully with his teeth.

This definitely wasn't his first time sleeping with someone.

He knew exactly what to do and how to touch her in order to drive her crazy.

Damon pulled the zipper to her pants down with his teeth and then he used his free hand to push them down over her hips and ass. He didn't take them off entirely. There was no need for what he was going to do. He twirled his fingers around her hard nipple, causing her body to quake, as he pushed her panties down her toned thighs.

He could already smell the scent of Bonnie's arousal all around him. It was intoxicating. He ran his tongue along his lips and his blue eyes darkened with desire as he stared down at her perfect womanhood. She was slick with arousal for him and he couldn't wait to taste her.

Green eyes landed on him and she watched him closely as he pushed her thighs open. He leant forward and started to trail heated kisses along the inside of one of her perfect thighs. Her skin tasted salty and sweet against his lips. He loved how she tasted. Just as he was about to reach her center, he moved to the other thigh and started to kiss it.

Bonnie was growing impatient. She was aching with arousal and she needed him to bring her to her climax.

She didn't know how much longer she could take the teasing.

When the blanket started to move, she quickly reached up and held it in place. Her other hand still tangled in his dark hair and pulling him closer to her. Urging him to please her. Damon's fingers continued to flick over her hard nipple, causing pleasure to shoot through her body. "Mm..." She moaned as quietly as possible.

He smirked, knowing that she was enjoying what he was doing. His arousal was becoming almost too much. Just knowing how aroused she was because of him was almost enough to push him over the edge.

Damon's lips were now hovering over Bonnie's heated center. She could feel his breath rushing against her clit and it caused her to shiver and lift her hips even higher, hoping to come into contact with his lips. But, he pulled back a little and laughed at her clear discomfort and sexual frustration. This time it was definitely "sexual" frustration. Though, he was pretty sure that it had always been sexual frustration.

He moved closer to her and dipped his tongue between her folds, running it along her throbbing clit.

Bonnie moaned out and dug her nails into his scalp, pulling him closer to her. He didn't give her the satisfaction of having him completely though, he wanted to tease her a little longer, so he pulled back. She whimpered.

Finally, Damon applied more pressure to her clit with his tongue, running it in circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He was dragging his nails along the inside of her toned thigh with his free hand, and his other hand was still teasing her nipple. The pleasure was overwhelming and Bonnie couldn't hold back the moans as she moved her hips against his tongue.

"Mm... God, Damon. That feels so good." She whispered, praying that the cameras wouldn't pick it up.

'Why am I doing this!? This is so embarrassing... But GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!'

Bonnie's words of encouragement only urged him on. He sucked her clit between his lips and he started to swirl his tongue around it, moving faster and applying just the right amount of pressure to cause her body to spasm and waves of pleasure to rush over her. She pulled him closer to her by his hair and she rocked her hips against his face, biting down hard on her bottom lip in an attempt to not moan as loud as she wanted.

"Mm... Yes." She moaned.

He sped up the pace of his tongue and he continued to circle her nipple with his fingers.

She could feel herself getting close. She had never felt such intense pleasure in her life and she hated that she had to be quiet. "Mm... Right there, Damon." Bonnie whimpered. "I'm so close."

Leaning her head back she closed her eyes and secured the blanket with her hand to make sure that no one could see what was happening. She knew that most people would figure it out, but at least her little brothers and sisters wouldn't understand.

Damon sucked down harder on her clit and swirled his tongue around it a few more times and that was all it took. Bonnie came undone. Her body started to shake and she dug her nails deep into the back of his neck, undoubtedly drawing blood, but he didn't stop his movements. If anything it only turned him on more. He was moaning now, vibrating her clit. There was something so sexy to him about the way that her body was reacting to him.

Her body continued to convulse as waves of pleasure shot through her. She was moaning as quietly as she could as she reached her climax.

Finally, her body went limp and she fell back against the cave floor, breathing heavily. She was so exhausted, she could barely open her eyes. Bonnie had never felt anything like that before. There was this connection with Damon that had been missing with other guys she had been with. She actually had feelings for him.

It both terrified and excited her.

Damon slowly removed his hand from her breast and he started to kiss up her body before finally hovering over her, his blue eyes connected with green. She could see the deviousness behind them. His lips curled up into a smirk and he stroked one of her curls out of her face, "See. No one saw ANYTHING."

"I think they'll put two and two together." Bonnie laughed.

"Probably." Leaning down, he captured her lips in a slow and meaningful kiss, cupping her cheek lovingly in his hand.

She was surprised by how gentle he was being. She hadn't expected him to be that kind of guy. 'Then again, I never thought he would be the snuggling type either...' Bonnie hummed pleasantly against his lips and then her hand slowly started to make it's way down over his toned abdomen toward his pants. She wanted to please him the same way he had pleased her.

Her fingers stroked his hard cock through the fabric of his pants and it caused Damon to pull out of the kiss. As aroused as he was and as badly as he wanted her, he wanted tonight to be about her pleasure. "Ah. Ah." He waggled his finger at her and slowly removed her hand from his member.

"Tonight isn't about me. It's about you." His smirk stretched. "Besides, you're gonna need your rest for the morning and it looks like I wore you out." He waggled his brow playfully and leant down to capture her lips again.

'We Are Told To Watch Others Live Our Dream,

So, We All Sit Staring At The Screens.'

"Looks like Damon is putting that stamina you taught him to good use, dad." Stefan stated sarcastically as he leant back into the cushions of the couch. He had to look away from the television screen. It was too awkward to watch his brother have sex with someone, even if they were covered up. Plus, the announcer's commentary was ridiculous.

His father had been screaming for a while now. He was infuriated by not only the fact that Damon was having sex with a District 11 tribute, but also by what he had said about him on national television.

Often times his brother would make fun of their father, but this was different.

This time it was in front of all of Panem.

"Shut your mouth, Stefan!" Giuseppe shouted, waving his cane at his son. Stefan wasn't fazed in the slightest and his smirk remained on his lips. He believed everything that Damon had said about their parents was true.

The older man turned and glared violently at his wife who was pouring herself a drink. She was already on her third glass. "Who does that son of YOURS think he is!?"

Mary laughed and downed the glass, turning to look at Stefan who was sitting on the couch next to her. "He's always MY son when he does something wrong."

"No son of mine would go on national television and slander my good name!" Giuseppe insisted, taking a step toward her. She instantly turned to look at him again. The alcohol in her system made it easier to deal with his harshness. That was why she had started drinking so heavily in the first place. "Damon knows damn well that I would have won the games! And I SURE AS HELL wouldn't have gotten a pathetic score of 11!"

He turned to look back at the television and his face contorted in disgust. "And who the hell is this District 11 slut!? I get screwing around and everything, but can't he have some fucking standards!?"

Stefan had tuned out of what his father was saying. His mind was on the Reaping they were having in a few hours. Usually they only had one a year, but this year there would be another for the Quarter Quell. Two more tributes from each district would be entering the games. And they would be entering them soon. 10 people had already died in the arena and after 2 more died they would enter.

He just hoped that it wasn't him.

As much as he wanted to go to the games, this would be the worst case scenario. He would be in the games the same year as his brother and that would mean that one of them would have to die. They couldn't both win. Just the thought of his brother dying at his hand made him sick. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do it.

"She got a fucking score of 7 for Christ's sake!" Giuseppe slammed his cane against the lamp on the table next to his wife. It smashed the glass and sent it flying across the room. He was breathing heavily and he looked like he could kill. "She is obviously screwing him just so he'll protect her in the games! Why can't he see that!?"

Stefan doubted that.

The honest truth was, it was probably Damon taking advantage of the poor girl.

Though, he had seen something strange before they started being intimate with each other. He had seen true compassion from his older brother. He had watched Damon abandon his allies and bring supplies to the District 11 tribute. He had seen the love in his eyes and it was nice to see again. He hadn't seen that in a long time. 'Not since Katherine...'

"You know what?" Giuseppe laughed and walked toward Stefan. "I actually hope that your name gets picked at the Quarter Quell Reaping, that way you can go into that arena and show that brother of yours the true meaning of the Salvatore name."

'Is he suggesting I kill Damon?' Stefan was horrified.

"Oh, come on Giuseppe. You don't mean that." Mary slurred. She reached out and patted Stefan's hand and told him, "He doesn't mean that, Stefan. He's just upset."

"I DO mean it!" He proclaimed seriously. "I only wish I could enter the games and kill that bastard myself!"

'The Devil You Know,

Is Better Than The Ghost You Don't.'

"GOD DAMN IT, TYLER!" His father screamed at the top of his lungs as he threw his son's belongings across his room. He picked up his computer and he smashed it on the ground. He threw all of the trophies out the window, and tore his plaques off of the walls. "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING DISGRACE!" He grabbed his photos off the shelves and shattered them on the ground.

"JUST." He threw another picture, tears springing to his eyes. "LIKE." Another picture. "YOUR MOTHER!"

His body was shaking as he moved toward the bed and he started to throw his pillows and blankets around the room. He was so angry. He felt so ashamed to call himself a Lockwood. His family had been such a disappointment.

Tyler hadn't even made it to the halfway mark.

He had died because he let his guards down JUST like he had told him not to.

As he slammed the pillow into the wall he watched as something fell out of the pillowcase and floated through the air toward the floor. He knelt down and picked up the small piece of paper, looking at it.

It wasn't a piece of paper though.

It was a photograph.

"I thought I got rid of all of the pictures of her..." He whispered sadly. He felt like he was suffocating as he stared down at the photograph. It was a picture of him and his wife. She was holding Tyler a few weeks after he was born. Both of them had wide smiles on their faces. He could remember how happy he was the day that his son was born. How he was looking forward to a long life with his wife.

Tears started to free-fall from his eyes and his body crumbled to the floor. He no longer had the strength to sit up. He didn't have the strength to go on.

He had lost everything.

He had missed out on all of the special moments in Tyler's life.

He had missed his life entirely. All for a game. All for his pride.

'All Of My Color Is Bleeding Away,

So Now You Watch Me, Fade Into The Endless Grey.'

Author's Note :

Thank you all so much for all of your wonderful support and your reviews for this fic! I'm happy that y'all like it as much as you do! Y'all keep me writing and encouraged and I love you all for that! I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter! A lot of people didn't want Bamon sex... but some people did, so I decided on a middle ground! Hopefully y'all enjoy it and the smut is decent! I know it's weird to comment on smut sometimes but I wanna know your thoughts on it! Anywho! How did you feel about this chapter!? Did you like the Bamon!? How do you feel about Stefan and Damon's dad? What about Stefan's worries? And Katherine? Excited to find out more about that!? Also, Tyler's dad?

The next few chapters should get back into the game! I promise more of all of the characters! And of course more Bamon!

Thank you so much for reading! I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-