"Oh my god! What the fuck!?"

I turned to see Katniss staring at me. I looked back at Cato, and he was equally as terrified. Neither of us could move. My legs were glued to Cato's waist, and his hands were glued to my ass, mid-grope.

Katniss turned and left before I had control of my muscles. I hopped off of Cato who was starting to panic. He started to pace back and forth while he ran his hands through his hair.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..." I heard him chant. "I can't fucking believe this. All my fucking life I've been preparing for these games. I was going to win ruthlessly, but instead I just messed everything up!"

"So I was a mess up?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

He looked at me, and I could see tears fall down his now puffy eyes. "Peeta, of course not. I would definitely be showing you off to the world as mine... if only the circumstances were different. I didn't mean it like that."

I sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so scared and confused. Should I talk to her?"

His faced turned serious and I couldn't help but find it cute. "Yeah... Yeah, you should talk to her. Please, try to convince her not to tell anyone."

I nodded and made my way towards the elevator.

"Peeta!" Cato yelled. I turned around, and he walked towards me. "I still adore you. I will always adore you." He gave me a quick, yet passionate kiss before I went to the suite.

I checked the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and realized that Katniss probably went to her room. I opened the door and saw her sitting on her bed. She looked up and glared at me.

"Get out." She growled.

"Katniss, I just want to talk."

"I said, get out!" She walked up to me and grabbed me by the shirt. It was obvious that Katniss could beat me up if she wanted to.

"Katniss! Please, just listen." I begged.

She put me down forcefully. "You should know by know that I'm not the listening or the forgiving type."

I didn't know what to do, so I hugged her. She didn't push me away because she was probably too shocked. "Katniss... I think I'm in love, and I don't know what to do."

She regained her stability and shoved me. "Bullshit," she growled. "Peeta, I've had enough of you. One minute you say the sweetest thing and want to be friends, the next you're throwing a fit out of the blue, and then you go and kiss our most dangerous enemy."

I gulped. "Look, Katniss, I know I've been confusing recently. It's just... I'm more confused than you. I'm sorry that I got mad earlier about me not being able to win. All that I said and did on that roof was true. I want to be your friend and I want to protect you, but I... I also love Cato. The Cato you know is all just an act. He's different."

"Oh yeah?" She scoffed. "Well how do you know that the Cato I know isn't the real Cato. Maybe your Cato is just an act."

I paused. I hadn't thought of that. "No, that can't be true." I reasoned. "I know it. I know he loves me. Just, trust me, please?"

"Trust you!?" Katniss yelled. "Peeta! I was ready to trust you with my life, but then you did this to me! I don't know if I can ever trust you."

I cringed. It was true, and I couldn't argue. "You're right." I admitted. "I did act untrustworthy. I don't expect you to trust me, but that doesn't change a thing. I'd still kill myself for you to win. Please just... please don't tell anyone about Cato and I."

"Yeah, I definitely won't tell people that my district partner loves my worst enemy more than me." She sighed heavily. "I promise."

She sounded pretty sarcastic, but I believed her. Katniss hasn't done anything to diminish herself in my eyes as I have done to her.

"It's 6:30. We should go get ready."

As we headed out for our second day of training, Haymitch stopped us. "Hey, just so we're clear, the game plan is the same. Stick together."

"What if I don't want to?" Katniss asked. It felt like she gave me a paper cut and then sprayed me with lemon juice.

"I don't care if Peeta killed your sister. You need to stick with him, or else. It's your life on the line Sweetheart."

Katniss left without responding and I followed. When we got there she immediately left me. It was like her saying, 'I'd rather die than train with this traitor.'

I had already done every station at least once yesterday, so I went to the camouflage station. I painted my arm and face to look like a brick wall. After I finished and wiped the organic paint off my body, I took a quick survey of everyone else.

Katniss and the small girl from 11 were at the obstacle course. Foxface literally scored a perfect on her knowledge of plants. Thresh and the Careers were practicing with weapons. Everyone else was at the basic livings station.

I watched the careers, mainly Cato. His muscles rippled as he cut down the training dummies like they were butter. He turned and caught me staring at his body. He smirked and went back to work, leaving me blushing like crazy.

Katniss saw the whole encounter, and when I turned to her she was glaring. I frowned at her disapproving attitude. Why doesn't she understand? I love Cato, and I can't change that. I wondered.

I turned back to the careers and watched the others. Clove was throwing knives into dummy hearts like they were her most hated enemy. Marvel was throwing a spear. I could tell he threw for accuracy and distance. Glimmer was shooting arrows, but it never actually hit her target. Katniss was probably furious and frustrated that she couldn't shoot.

I turned back to Marvel because he went to the snare station. Careers never need to hunt because they almost always get the supplies from the Cornucopia. Katniss was over there as well. I guessed that it reminded her of Gale.

They started talking, and Katniss turned angry. She glanced over at me a few times, and I could tell that she was whispering harshly at Marvel. He laughed and walked away just a Katniss looked as if she was about to punch him.

She got up and started approaching me, but Marvel beat her to the punch. "Hey, Peeta."

"Uh, hi..." I said cautiously. I looked over to Katniss, and she motioned for me to get over to her. I attempted to just leave, but Marvel kept blocking my path.

"After training, meet me in the closest bathroom. We need to talk." He demanded.

"Sure, whatever." I said, trying to escape the situation as quickly as possible.

I got through him and walked over to Katniss. "What was that all about?" I asked her.

"He says that he's going to take you from me."

"What?" I questioned. "That makes no sense."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I'm even trying to help you. You probably want that to happen. I bet you can't wait to get fucked by him."

I was appalled and disgusted by the thought. My mouth dropped open as I responded, "Ew, Katniss, that's disgusting."

"That's what I thought when I saw you making out with that killer."

I shot her a frown and turned around. Cato was looking at me, his face was void of emotion but I saw under his mask. He was worried and wanted to know what was wrong. I looked up, mentally telling him the roof. He nodded, so I assumed he had understood.

I looked back at Katniss, who was glaring again. "Look, Katniss. I love Cato, and I can't help that. I only want to be with Cato, and he feels the same way. He's not a killer. You don't know him."

"You don't know him either." Katniss snarled.

I couldn't take much more of the argument, so I walked away. I spent the rest of the day at the obstacle course. I ran through it a few times because I'd usually fall into the net. One time I fell because there was a hidden hole. I also fell a few times climbing the rope. I heard Cato laugh when I fell, but I knew he didn't mean it. We had to keep up appearances.

I was so relieved when training ended because I couldn't wait to talk with Cato. We met up on the roof and talked about our training. He practiced his swordsmanship while I failed the obstacle course. I told him what happened with Marvel, and he found that confusing. After a while we just started making out.

His hands made their way under my shirt. He rubbed my back, but eventually lowered to my butt. His hands groped my ass, causing me to moan as I talked. "I almost forgot how good you feel."

"Yeah?" He chuckled. "Well, don't worry. I'll be here to remind you."

He pulled away from me and grabbed my hand. "We should have a picnic up here." He suggested.

I smiled. "What, do you want us to steal food from our suites?"

He nodded and pulled me into another kiss before he left for the elevator.

This was crazy. I went down into the kitchen area, not knowing what to bring. I took some bread, stocking up on the District 2 specialty, cinnamon rolls. In District 12, they had been my favorite bread rolls to make. I loved their sweet and sticky taste. I took out a large bowl and filled it with the new delicacy called pasta. It was thin, long, and yellow covered in this amazing red sauce. There was this District 1 cheese, parmesan, that tasted like heaven when used as a topping. I got some meat, knowing Cato would love it. They had these cute, tasty oval foods. Effie explained to me they were called hot dogs. I packed some colored sauces called ketchup and mustard to top it.

When I was done I hit the roof button on my elevator. When I got to the top I saw Cato finish laying down the blanket. Thankfully he remembered because I sure didn't.

"Hey baby," he greeted. I sat down next to him to help put the food out. He brought drinks, alcoholic ones. I had never had such a beverage, and I was eager to try. He also brought some utensils and napkins. I had forgotten a lot of things, but he knew exactly what to bring.

He didn't bring much food. He brought small brown circular objects which he called 'nuggets.' He said that if we used my ketchup and mustard they would taste much better.

We fed each other the entire night. The spaghetti brought us to adorable kisses, and the ketchup gave us an excuse to lick each other's faces. He was so sweet and passionate that night on the roof. There was this drink, champagne, and it made me more relaxed and happy. After a while, Cato said I was drunk, but I felt fine.

I decided to sneak him into my bedroom so he could sleep with me. It wasn't easy because Effie was there listening to the classical music. She would've loved to have met Flo Rida in person, but sadly he passed away before we were all born.

To distract her, I got very creative. I reached into the decorative flower pot to get a marble stone, and I threw it at the mini-box oven-thing. While she was inspecting the commotion Cato dashed past the living room. He barely mad it to my room by the time Effie decided to return.

I tried to walk into my room, but Effie stopped me.

"Peeta, sweetie, where have you been?" she questioned.

"Um, nowhere I was just on the roof." I flashed her a smile.

"Well, dear, I have some good news for you. District 2 wishes to ally with us." She clapped her hands as if she had just preformed a miracle.

"That's great, but I need to sleep." I responded curtly.

When I got to my room I started to giggle uncontrollably. I jumped on top of Cato, who was lying shirtless on my bed, and started to kiss him furiously. "How'd you do it?" I asked. "How did you convince Clove and your mentors to let us ally with you."

He chuckled, finally understanding why I attacked him with love. "It was easy. I told them that Katniss was too strong to fight against and that you were too innocent to betray us."

Cato looked at me with a burning passion in his eyes, and I couldn't have been more turned on. "I'm not as innocent as you think." I whispered as my eyes glazed with lust.

"Really?" He questioned with a smirk.

"Yeah, actually. In fact, I might just give in to the inner evils inside of me. I might just ride a big, juicy cock all night long and suck it dry, too. I'm very naughty." I licked the side of Cato's neck as I felt his boner bursting through the fabric of our pants.

He pulled off my shirt, and I unbuttoned our pants. Cato and I knew that we were going to make love. I didn't protest when he massaged my package through my boxers. I stripped him down as quick as I could.

He slowly slid my boxers off of me while looking into my eyes. It was the bare, skin-to-skin contact that made me feel safe. Cato poked at my hole with his fingers. He pushed one finger in suddenly, and I felt a shock of pain flowing through me.

I bit my lower lip as a grimaced. Cato noticed and started kissing me passionately. His free hand reached around us and grabbed my dick to help ease my pain. He made me forget that there was a finger in my ass moving up and down, but when his second finger entered me the pain was doubled. I got used it and then the third quickly. My hole was stretched for Cato.

"Fuck, Cato!" I yelled when his fingers massaged my prostate. "I'm ready for you!"

Cato brought his member to my entrance. He rubbed it up and down against my hole teasingly. I tried to push my ass down to force him in, but he avoided it. "You're such a fucking tease." I moaned. "I want you inside of me Cato. Please, fuck me senseless."

My begging paid off because he quickly inserted a few inches of himself in me. I bit my lower lip from the intrusion, but it didn't really hurt much. After a few seconds I started to bounce down and up on him, and soon he started to thrust into me.

"Fuck, Peeta, you're so tight. I love the way your ass is bouncing on my cock." Cato and I were staring into each others eyes. He kissed me passionately.

I began to lick the side his face like a puppy. I nibbled on his earlobe as he started pounding into me harder.

"Cato, yes!" I screamed in ecstasy "Give it to me!"

He started to moan and grunt, turning me on. "Peeta," he moaned, "I'm close."

He started banging into my sweet spot, and I could feel that I was about to go over the edge as well. He started shooting his sperm into me, and my insides were filling up. He came wave after wave with no end in sight. Mid-way, I joined him as I released on his six-pack.

Once we stopped, he scoped up my cum and tasted it. We shared a kiss, allowing me to taste myself. His dick was limp, but still inside me. I thought that this was meant to be. I felt that Cato's dick was meant to be inside me always.

"Cato, I love you. I really do." I whispered as I laid there on top of him with him still inside me.

"I think I love you, too, Peeta. I will always love you." We kissed once again. Our tongues danced together.

"Peeta will you be quiet! Why are you moaning so much?" yelled Haymitch from outside. He barged in to my room furiously. "I'm trying to... Holy shit!"

AN: Peeta needs to be more careful! How will Haymitch react? What's in store for Peeto?