Chapter 14
I know it won't be long until the rain stops and we're all drawn together. It will probably end tonight. I don't know whether that's a good or a bad thing. What if I don't make it? Katniss is a sharp shooter. What if Cato doesn't make it? As much as I want to finish this and win, I know there are a lot of different things that could happen at the end.
"You don't suppose she hasn't got many arrows left," Cato says as we embrace each other, looking out at the wet trees.
"Maybe, how many did Glimmer have?" I ask.
"Hmm, well she started off with ten. I don't know how many she lost while trying to learn how to use it, she was pretty bad. I think when Katniss was in the tree she had five on her at that time," he says.
"At least three of them she's lost. At the feast, she killed the two from Five and Eleven and then shot one at me. If she tried to get them back from the bodies before the hovercraft arrived then she would have been spotted by Clove and Three," I say.
"I bet she hasn't used the last two, either, she'll be saving them for us," he says in a jokey tone. I don't find it amusing.
That night when we look outside it's confirmed that Clove is dead.
"Knew it," Cato says as I make us a plate of cold beans.
He grimaces while eating cold food and I realize it's been taking a different toll on him. He's used to being well fed with good food. Whereas I'm glad to be getting food at all. Though I have to admit beans taste must better when they've been heated.
I wait for the rain to stop, frequently yawning as I try to stay awake. But as Cato sleeps and it goes further into the night I know that I need some rest otherwise I wouldn't be any help should we get attacked.
"Cato," I whisper as I lightly shake his shoulder, "can you keep watch? I need some sleep."
"Yeah, sure," he says, sitting up and stretching.
"Thanks," I say before kissing his cheek and getting into my sleeping bag.
I think about how the games will end. Usually something big happens towards the finale and as this year there will be two winners I doubt that means it's going to be fun. I'm going to have to put my heart in a box if I want to win. No mercy. When it comes down to it I think I'd be able to kill Katniss, after all she tried to kill me. But her ally from district eleven. It goes against all of my instincts to harm her.
I stop thinking about, it'll only make me feel worse. I'll let Cato do what he's best at doing. My mind begins to wonder and I let it, drifting into unconsciousness.
When I wake up I expect the rain to have stopped. To my disappointment it's raining heavier than ever. We must be doing something the gamemakers don't want us to do. Or maybe we're not doing something they want us to do.
Maybe we're not convincing as a couple. I crawl out of my sleeping bag, over to Cato lying down with his head propped up on his sleeping bag and kiss him. He kisses me back, placing his hand on my cheek. I climb over him, my body hovering over his. His hand strokes down my back, along my waist and around my ass. My pants begin to tighten as I become more aroused.
As I start kissing his neck out the corner of my eye I see something shiny. The two bags we won at the feast. I suddenly realize what the gamemakers have been waiting for. I have no choice, I have to do it. I'd prefer to do it in my own time but there's nothing that can be done.
It was obvious from the beginning I was going to bottom. Cato's bigger then me, both his body and his manhood. I go to the bag, unzip it and take out the bottle. Cato sees what I'm doing and gives me a lusty smile. I return, figuring I might as well try enjoy it.
He sits up and when I walk over to him I sit in his lap, putting my arms around him and start kissing him again. I gently thrust my hips forward and back, feeling his erect cock and feel my cock begin to harden.
He pulls my shirt off and starts kissing my neck. The intimacy giving me shivers. I take his shirt off and resume kissing him. As his hands run up and down my bare chest I feel his want for me.
With his hand across my back Cato leans forward until I'm lying down on the sleeping bag. His hand cups my thigh then runs down to my ass. He stands up and takes his trousers off as I take off mine, his boner prominent as is mine.
He kneels down and props my legs on his shoulders, leaning forward and thrusting his hips into mine. I feel his cock rub against my ass through his boxers. He pulls his boxers down, letting his cock flop out. I gulp as I imagine how much it will hurt.
He squeezes a bit of lube onto his hand then rubs it on his cock, his hands sliding along it easily. He pulls my boxers off and begins rubbing my hole with his finger. I don't know whether it feels good or bad.
He lubes his finger and rubs me harder, putting the tip of his finger inside me. He puts it in deeper. He adds more lube and slides his finger in and out with ease, I get used to the feeling, almost enjoying it. He hooks his finger upwards and rubs inside of me. He must know what he's doing because a sudden burst of pleasure runs through me. His finger circles the area that causes such an oddly nice sensation that I feel my entire body tense.
"You've never had a prostate orgasm, then?" he asks as he continues giving me this new amazing feeling.
"I don't know what that is," I say through quick intakes of breath.
"It looks like you're having one," he says as I bite my lip.
He takes his finger out and adds more lube to his cock. He rubs the head against my now widened hole. He looks deep into my eyes as if asking whether I'm ready. I nod as my hands hold the sleeping bag we're lying on for support.
With one hand he strokes my chest, with the other he guides his dick forward, slowly. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the pain of my ass being stretched wider than it is intended to be. My hands turn white as I grip the sleeping bag and I wouldn't be surprised if my lip biting draws blood.
When it feels like it's too much his cock suddenly slides in, both of us letting out an unexpected groan. His in pleasure, mine in pain. I try my best to sound like I'm enjoying it, but I'd much prefer it if it was his finger in me, not the entirety of his cock.
He pulls his hips backwards and forwards at a steady pace as I get used to it. It's not pleasurable, but it's bearable. I can tell Cato wants to go faster but I can guess he knows I don't want to. He continues at a steady pace.
As Cato begins to climax he goes faster. I start to wank myself off, hoping the combination of being fucked while wanking myself will make it a nicer experience.
He thrusts his hips and breathes heavily while his hands hold my legs in the air. I let out the occasional "hmm" and "ah" remembering we're supposed to entertaining.
He fucks me harder and I see sweat build up on his forehead, I wank myself harder, a combination of pleasure and pain flowing through my body. I moan louder, spurring Cato on, moving my hips in rhythm with his.
Then I feel it. The pain subsides and his cock must be rubbing the area inside me that Cato's finger had, mixing with the masturbatory pleasure I'm having. It radiates through my body with such intensity that my empty hand balls into a fist while my other squeezes my cock harder, my toes curl, my eyes screw shut and my teeth bite down all at once.
"Cato..." I get out as I deposit a load of cum on my stomach. The second load shoots further up, on my chest. Cato stops fucking me and shoots his load on my stomach saying "Peeta," each time his semen jets out.
Cato lies down on me as we both pant, our skin sticky with sweat and semen. He leans his head on my chest and I stroke his slightly damp hair. He pulls the other sleeping bag over us, it's not a good cover but it maintains some warmth.
For a few minutes all I hear is the rain outside and Cato's breathing. I wonder if he's fallen asleep on me before he starts kissing my chest. He plants random kisses on me, then my nipples and collar bones, then goes further up, almost licking my neck. He gives me a long, lingering kiss on the lips, then stands up.
"Come on," he says going outside.
"What are you doing?" I ask, sitting up, covering myself with the sleeping bag.
"I'm covered in cum!" he shouts, brushing his hair back, letting the rain hit his face.
I laugh at his vulgarity and decide to join him. Most of the semen on me hasn't dried so the rain washes it off easily, it is however freezing cold. I watch as Cato rubs his arms and legs. We just had sex in front of millions of viewers. My family probably saw that. It's like it was just Cato and me. It still feels like that and I have to remind myself we're being watched.
We return to the cave and after we've dried off in front of the heater the rain begins to fade away. A huge smile widens on Cato's face. We get dressed, grab our weapons and head out.
"I haven't seen any rabbits at all, let alone caught any," Cato says as dusk begins to fall under the tree canopy.
We haven't stopped walking all afternoon, intending to hunt on the way but not finding anything. We walk back, unsuccessful in our mission to find the other two tributes. Both of us feeling tired and frankly, annoyed. By the time we return it's pitch black.
We sit atop of our bolder, weapons in our hands, looking up at the stars. They look brighter tonight. For all I know they're just projections the gamemakers installed into the arena. It's an almost romantic setting.
"It won't be much longer," Cato says, turning to me as I look up, "we've been out all day and haven't seen them so it's got to end tonight."
He intended for those words to settle me but now I'm more on edge. Are we supposed to wait for them to wander towards us? Are we supposed to find them? It doesn't make sense, why is it being prolonged?
"Are you all right?" he asks.
"I just don't like this waiting, it's driving me insane," I reply, stopping my voice from shaking.
"Hey," he says, dropping his sword to rub my shoulder, "what ever happens we're going to deal with it together, okay?"
I lean into him, feeling his aura of safety. I want this moment to last forever, but I know it won't. It's the calm before the storm. I see glistening, like somebody's eyes, in the distance and I know our moment is over. It can't be Katniss because if it was one of us would be dead. I hear a low growl.
"Cato..." I say, standing up.
"Get behind me," he says, standing in front of me.
What ever this thing is it stays in the shadows. Its husky breathing getting louder, I feel my heart pounding along with the intense need to flee.
Cato bends down slowly to pick up his sword and when we both take a step back the beast leaps forward. It knocks Cato down the front of the rock but I don't see him land because the thing then turns to me. It bears its long razor-sharp fangs, dripping with drool. Its eyes are human in shape, looking down at me. I'm paralysed with fear as it towers over me. I manage to duck as it leaps forward, over me and hits a tree, giving me time to climb down the rock.
Cato is lying on the ground, unconscious. I look up, checking the wolf isn't there, seeing it's a ten foot drop Cato fell down. There are three deep scratches running down his arm, blood pouring out of them at an alarming rate.
"Cato, wake up!" I shout as I shake him. He continues breathing but doesn't look like he's waking up.
I see the huge wolf stand on the edge of the rock. It doesn't look harmed, just angrier. I violently shake Cato, shouting louder. I thought if we died we'd go down with more of a fight. But one jump of its powerful hind legs would bring that beast down to us and we'd be dead in two seconds.
I look at Cato, then at the snarling monster, then back to Cato. We're going to die. It had better be quick.
"Please," I say to Cato's blank face. But he doesn't wake up and I feel all hope drain from my body.
A/N: Things aren't looking too good for either of them. I think I made it obvious that the gamemakers stopped the rain once the fucking was over. Got any questions don't be afraid to ask. I probably would have finished it sooner I've just been brainstorming for the next story I do. (Yes once this is finished I'm making another one)
SakuraDrops141:
It was RueRajaram who gave me the idea of Cato having a possible, I'm still working on how he's going to be incorporated into the story, though. As for Gale, well... at the moment I'm planning on him being both a jerk and a love interest. When I write it it will make more sense.
Fanlover14:
Wow, thank you so much, really! I'll try my best not to kill either of them. But you know I'm not going to do that because I'm making an after story. But that could still be done if I kill one of them. I'm sorry, I'm messing with you. As for them living together, if both of them win then Peeta wouldn't be allowed to move to Cato's district because Snow is a dick and won't bend the rules. Yes, Snow will be making an appearance. Thank you so much for your kind words (seriously I started squealing). I checked out your stories but I don't know what 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' is but so once I've checked the show/book/film/whatever out I'll tell you. Thanks :)
RueRajaram:
You won't be waiting much longer, there are only going to be two more chapters to this story. Not long now!