WARNING: This is purely completely and totally SMUT, SEX, LEMONS, THE HORIZONTAL TANGO… what ever you want to call it. It is detailed and really dirty so don't say I didn't warn you! No youngins please.

A/N: Oh lordy lord. I don't even know where this upcoming pairing came from but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless. In case you haven't noticed I am trying to keep the characters as in canon as possible but it's just not going to be possible in the upcoming chapters. So no hate for not writing well written characters... this is purely smut. If you want some well written in canon characters go check out my story Retribution ;)

Cato

Somehow lover boy proves his worth and we are able to trap Katniss up a tree. After several somewhat embarrassing attempts to scale the tree and shoot at her we decide to wait her out. She isn't a threat up there with no food, water or weapons. We settle down for the night and I let Marvel, Clove and loverboy hold down the fort while Glimmer and I set out to 'collect some firewood'.

As soon as we're out of sight of the camp I have her pressed up against a tree, hands pinned above her head and my lips devouring hers. She moans into my kiss and bucks her hips against me. Neither one of us wants to waste time away from camp, and the possibility of killing the girl on fire, so her pants and underwear are quickly discarded and mine are pushed down enough for my dick to pop out. I waste no time before hoisting her against the tree and sheathing myself in her.

We don't bother to keep quiet as I pound into her. She is hot and wet and feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Her sharp as fuck nails are digging into my scalp and her legs are wrapped tight around my waist, forcing myself even deeper inside of her.

Back at the Career camp

"Jesus fucking Christ they are going at it again!"

Clove's voice echoes, projecting the thoughts that everyone else was feeling. It was bad enough that everyone had to listen to them go at it almost all night, but now they were skirting their duties to go off and fuck in the woods.

"Well it is called the Hunger Games." Marvel chuckles at himself, clearly amused with his little play on words.

Peeta rolls his eyes and goes back to sharpening his spear in the light of the fire.

"Oh please loverboy, like you wouldn't kill to have a piece of ass like Glimmer."

Peeta grunts and doesn't look up.

"No, I like my women pure."

Clove barks out a laugh and Marvel gets an evil glint in his eyes.

"Oh you like virgins huh? I mean what guy doesn't! Tell me, is that why you pretended to have a thing for fire girl? See if you could get lucky before you had to kill her?"

Peeta grips the shaft of his spear so hard that his knuckles turn white and he wonders what the repercussions of just spearing Marvel right between the eyes with it would be. He knows that Katniss is listening to every word they say and chooses his words very carefully.

"I like my women with a little bit of self respect. Obviously something Cato doesn't care for."

This merits a laugh from both Clove and Marvel. The obvious slapping of skin can be heard again and Marvel turns to Clove and raises his eyebrows.

"What'd you say Clove? Why don't we take a page from their book huh?"

Clove gives a conniving smile and Peeta is hoping that she'll agree so he can create a plan for Katniss and him to escape. But as soon as Marvel starts to smirk Clove flicks her wrist and a knife goes flying through the air and lands in the ground right in between marvels legs, centimeters from his family jewels.

She makes an evil cackle at the terrified face that Marvel makes at almost being castrated and goes back to poking the fire.

Fuckin a, Peeta thought to himself. I'm surrounded by a bunch of nymphomaniac psycho idiots.

Foxface

I manage to go undetected for days, sneaking in and out of the career camp and taking enough to survive, but little enough that it wont be noticed. At this point I know where all the survivors are located and to them I am no more than a brush of the wind as I stealthy avoid them.

These whole games are bullshit. I had a pretty decent life back in 5, well as decent as anyone's life can be in the districts. I had a family who loved me, and a boyfriend I planned on marrying once we were both 18. That was shot to shit after I was reaped and instead of telling me goodbye and wishing me luck he told me that he couldn't bear the pain of watching his girlfriend die in the arena and broke up with me before I left.

Fucking asshole.

I need something to occupy my time and the careers and Katniss are boring me. Cato and Glimmer are just going at it like rabbits again while Katniss spends what I'm sure to be the last moments of her life stuck up in a tree.

I slink through the night undetected to go see if Thresh has left his field yet. He is the one tribute I have yet to follow. That field looked ten times more deadly then the forest did and I don't know how he was still living in it.

I scale the tree at the edge of the forest and look out into the darkness, searching in the light of the moon over the vast fields for any sign of the large boy. When I come up empty I decide to revisit the career camp for more supplies while they are preoccupied with killing Katniss.

I tread lightly on certain areas of dirt, jumping the correct path as so I don't set off the land mines. I grab a few apples as well as a backpack before taking off again. Once I am clear of the minefield I rip open the bag to see what goodies I've scored and in my distraction run right into something, or should I say someone.

My heart leaps to my throat and adrenaline rushes through my body as I comprehend that these are to be the last moments of my life. The strong muscular chest I run into is surely Cato, here to finish me off for good and when my flight instincts turn on and I try to run I am held tightly by two strong hands around my biceps.

I wince and close my eyes, prepared to be gutted by his sword, but it never comes. I peek an eye open and am shocked to find myself in Thresh's arms, not Cato's. Granted this beast of a boy could still break my neck with a flick of his wrist but I'm hoping that deep down Thresh actually has a soul and might let me live.

His eyes are conflicted as they flit from me to the giant pile of goodies the careers have piled up before taking me by the arm and dragging me behind him closer to the minefield.

I pull at his arm as he is surely walking us to our death, but his grip is too tight and I can't break free.

"It's mined! Stop!"

That seems to do the trick and it stops him in his tracks. He turns his dark gaze on me and glares.

"Then how did you get those?"

He mentions towards the bag and apples I picked from the camp.

"I know the way in."

"Show me."

"Why, just so you can kill me after I do?"

I see the glint of the moonlight in a gnarly looking sickle that hangs from his belt loop and he follows my gaze grinning when he sees the fear in my eyes.

"I could just kill you now."

"Then you wouldn't be able to get into the supplies without getting blown sky high."

It seems that he realizes we have come to an impasse and he releases my arm to extend his hand out.

"Well how about an alliance then."

I am hesitant to accept it, but I don't exactly have a choice when a man that has at least a hundred pounds and some sick looking weapon on me is offering me something.

I tentatively accept his hand and after getting what he wants from the pile we make off like bandits back into the field.

The field is even more sinister when you're in it and eerie sounds can be heard from every different direction. The grass is higher than my head and some of it pricks at my skin as we brush through it. Thresh is out front and reaches back to grab my hand.

"Stay right with me and try to step where I step."

I nod my head and grip his large hand tighter in mine as we make our way deeper into the field. After about thirty minutes we come to a small clearing with a tiny pond in the middle. There are a minimal amount of supplies arranged neatly and a deep pit where the charred remains of a fire can be seen.

We unpack our bags and set up the one tent that we managed to steal. It is tiny, really only big enough for one person, maybe two, and there is one sleeping bag. I curl in a ball on the floor of the tent, using my jacket for warmth and preparing to grit through another freezing night of hell.

I hear a chuckle and then two strong hands are pulling me close to a ridiculously warm body. I let out a sigh and turn myself into his warm torso, way beyond caring that I'm snuggling up with another tribute. He unzips the bag and then pulls me into it before zipping it back up. His strong arms wrap around my waist and he lets out a content sigh, both of us glad for the extra body heat as the temperature drops rapidly that night.

I spend the day with Thresh and neither of us says a word as I stick close to him as he gathers edible plants and catches a snake for us to eat that night. I'm wondering when he is going to realize that I am more of a burden than I'm worth and just kill me but his friendly smiles throughout the day give me a false sense of security and that night I am back in his strong arms again.

I sigh as his heat envelopes me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

"Thank you Thresh… you know, for not killing me just yet."

He chuckles and pulls me closer.

"You're welcome. Thanks for helping me steal from the Careers. That was pretty awesome."

I smile and turn over to face him. His smile is gleaming against his dark skin and his strong hand is grasping my waist.

"Is this what its like in your district?"

I mention my head to the fields that surround our tent. I know that the gamemakers must be tuning us out now as they don't want other districts knowing what outside districts are like.

"Some parts yea. I worked in some fields like these so it just seemed like the logical place to go."

I nod my head and burrow deeper into his warmth.

"So. Do you have a girl back in 11?"

He chuckles and it sends deep vibrations through my body.

"Nah. Too busy working to ever find one. What about you? Any guy you gonna go back to when you win this thing?"

I scoff and shake my head.

"There was. Until he found out I was reaped and then the bastard broke up with me in the Justice Building as my last goodbye."

"What a douchebag. He doesn't deserve you then."

"Ha! If only he knew that."

Thresh gets a glint in his eye and a seductive smile comes on his face, his hand moves up from my waist to my ribcage and my breath leaves me in a whoosh.

"Then maybe we can show him…" His hand is traveling higher as his eyes are flicking from my lips to my eyes, "…Just what he is missing out on."

I lose my breath in a moan as his hot lips meet mine. For an instant I forget that I am in the Hunger Games forced to fight to the death and for a moment I am only with this man, who is kissing the hell out of me and causing arousal to bud across my body.

He rolls me onto my back as his mammoth hand comes up to cup my small breast. I can't believe I am doing this but somewhere in the back of my mind I hope that jackass back home is watching. However all thoughts of him leave me in a hurry as he pinches my hard nipple and moves his mouth down to suck on my neck.

My hips arch into his and my eyes pop open in surprise at the length of him pressed against me. Its not that I've never seen a dick before; I was stupid enough to give jackass my virginity a few months ago, but I've never felt a dick like Thresh's before. Even through our pants I can feel it long and broad against me, pulsing with his heartbeat as he moves and grinds it between the apex of my thighs.

I moan out and wrap my legs around his waste, pulling his head up to feast on his succulent lips again. Suddenly the fact that it's freezing out has escaped me and I am in dire need to rid myself, and him, of all our clothing. The tent is heating up as we fumble in the tight confines of the sleeping bag to kick away the unnecessary barriers before devouring each other again.

His lips rip away from mine and start to make a warm trail down my neck, circling over each breast before kissing their way down my stomach. His head disappears into the sleeping bag and before I can comprehend it he has his mouth there and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

I am part mortified and part aroused as his tongue works wonders on me. I had never done this before with jackass, him claiming that it was something that he 'just didn't do'. But now I am moaning a writhing more than I ever did with him as Thresh devours me with his mouth. His uses a thick finger and I fall apart around him, it feels like I am flying and falling at once and there is a bright white light behind my eyes as I explode in pleasure.

I come down from my cloud, a little confused as to what in the hell the out of body experience I just had was. I am breathing heavily and Thresh's smile makes me melt as he pokes out from under the sleeping bag, propping his head on my stomach.

"What was that?"

I am out of breath and flushed, my body not accustomed to the mind-blowing experience it just went through. He looks puzzled before a Cheshire cat grin crosses his face.

"You've never had an orgasm before?"

I nod my head no; I always thought that the boys were the only ones who orgasmed during sex.

He shakes his head before crawling up my body to give me a kiss.

"Oh don't worry. I'll make sure you are well acquainted with them before the night is through."

I can feel his arousal pressed against my thigh and it rekindles the fire he originally started within me. I open my legs and he settles between them. He kisses me as he pushes into me and I wince in discomfort as he is seated all the way inside me. He looks at me confused before pulling back a little.

"Wait. You're a-"

"No," I cut him off, knowing the question he was going to ask. "I've just never been with someone so big. It's a lot to take in."

I giggle and he chuckles, leaving me time to adjust to his massive size. When the discomfort ebbs away I wriggle my hips, trying to get him to move. He gets the message and withdraws from me before plunging back into me once again, hitting places inside of me that I didn't even knew existed and drawing moans and gasps from my mouth.

This rhythm continues for what seems like hours and he uses his hands and mouth to assault my body wherever they can reach as he moves inside of me. I lose track of how many times I clamp down around him in orgasm and by the time his thrusts start to pick up I am floating high up on a cloud, in a place so pleasurable there is no way it's real.

Sweat is pouring off of both of us, making us slick and causing us to glide against each other as we pick up the pace. He is grunting and each snap of his hips has me coming closer to falling off that edge again. I look up at his face and see his eyes are shut, his brows drawn together in concentration as his face contorts in pleasure. I reach up and bite his lower lip causing him to groan and pick up his pace.

My body is overwhelmed and I desperately thrust right along with him in an effort to get my final release. His hands tightly grip my waste and he tilts them so he is hitting something in me that makes me see stars. It only takes three thrusts at that angle and I'm falling. I yell out his name in a fit of ecstasy and his thrusts falter before he lets out a roar and slams into me one last time.

I feel the twitch of him as he releases himself into me and I pull him closer as we both start to calm down. His head lands between my breasts and I run my hands down his sweat soaked back, enjoying the masculine weight of him on top of me. Right now, in this moment, I feel protected, as if nothing bad could ever happen to me. Which is of course absurd, seeming as I'm in a god damn hunger games arena.

Neither of us speak before we fall into a deep sleep, thoroughly spent from the night's activities.

I awake before he does and meander my way out of the sleeping bag without waking him. I silently get dressed and grab my backpack. Before leaving the tent I look at him one last time. Perhaps, if things were different, there could have been something more. But they aren't and both of us can't come out of the arena alive. It is easier this way and once again I hate these stupid games more than life. I hope that it wont be us two in the end and hope that if he does die that it is quick and as painless as possible.

I press a kiss to my hand before blowing it towards his sleeping figure before creeping out of the tent and taking the same trail back towards the cornucopia to see what happened to the Careers and Katniss while I was away.

A/N: Thresh and Foxface... who'da thunk. If anyone has any requests for pairings review and tell me what you want and i'll see what i can do!