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Cato came to my tent after the second day in the Arena. It was late at night, everyone was asleep in their own tents. I think it was Cato's turn on watch, not that it mattered, no one would dare attack the group of menacing tributes. Everyone of them could literally kill you in their sleep.

He pushed the flap aside and zipped it slowly behind him. I turned onto my back, I was in a light sleep to stay aware of my surroundings, yet Cato's entrance didn't startle me. There was a bright moon, and the shadows were broken by patches of light. I could see Cato staring down at me, his eyes dark and controlled, focused.

I whispered, out of sleepiness, and just to stay quite. "Cato? What are you doing? Is everything alright?" Cato didn't respond. He just kept staring at me. I was concerned he was here to kill me. Maybe I wasn't useful anymore. I moved the top of my sleeping off my body, preparing for an attack. But it didn't come, Cato just kept staring down at me. Then, very slowly, he got down onto his knees and crawled over my body, his legs around mine and his arms holding mine in place. Something about the way he moved, his stare, just kept me paralyzed. He looked up and down my body and as he did so, and then I saw him lick his lips.

My eyes opened wide when I realized what he was here for. And Cato saw this and smiled. "Peeta, none of the girls here really... interest me. And unfortunately none of the guys would satisfy that interest, maybe not willingly. But you will. And I need to be satisfied. Now." Cato licked his lips again.

I started to talk, trying to get my way out of this. "Cato, I'm not...", but then he cut me off. I felt Cato's lips against mine. Then were soft and smooth, but he kissed with such ferocity. He was strong in every way. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, cutting my off guard as he dominated me and explored whatever he wanted. His arms released mine as one hand went to my neck, pulling me closer, tighter into him. His other hand grabbed my thigh and moved it away, and then his leg was in between my two, forcing me to spread for him.

Cato released my mouth and I gasped, and he smiled. The lust in his eyes never left. His other leg appeared in the same place, and I was being forced to spread even wider as Cato thrust against me. He was groaning into my neck as he kissed the side. I could feel his hard length as he ground down and it made me even more scared at what was to come.

I heard a zip and realized it was not my own pants. Cato kissed my lips and then stopped to look into my eyes again. "Peeta. Touch me." I heard his pants slide down just below his thighs, but I wouldn't dare look down there. I didn't move to his request, his order. "Do it. Now." He was so filled with lust right now. I still didn't move. The Cato grabbed my hand, which had been down against the ground, and slowly brought it himself. He held me against his aching, rock hard cock, and I could feel his pulse. "Touch me Peeta." I gave in and wrapped around him. I slowly stroked up and down, not that I could make him any harder. I just wanted to end this soon.

Cato moaned as he went back to my neck. He kissed and sucked, I'm sure he was going to leave marks. Then Cato's hand went to my pants, and he unzipped them very slowly. "Cato, please don't." I felt him smiling against my skin, and I realized why. He was holding my stiff length in his hand.

"Well Peeta, so much for all the objections." Cato pulled down my pants and boxers below my knees, restricting my range of motion even more. Now Cato was thrusting against my body, our cocks touching with each motion. I moaned before I could stop myself. He held my right thigh in his hand, trying desperately to get more contact. His other hand went up to my mouth, forcing me to suck on them. "Suck Peeta. The more the better." He smiled again, at what was to come. His lust was escalating.

I sucked as much as I could, coating his fingers in saliva, while he still pushed against me. When I had done enough he pulled them out and stopped thrusting. Cato stroked himself, making his hard cock wet. He spread my legs one final time, and I braced for what was to come. I felt Cato's head against my entrance, and Cato's eyes were looking deep into mine. "Look at me Peeta. Don't stop." Then he pushed in, and I engulfed his huge cock, inch by inch. I groaned and moaned in pain, watching as Cato's eyes drunk in every moment. He pushed all the way in and then held there, as I clenched and ached around his dick. Cato leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I am going to fuck you Peeta, and you are going to cum because of how amazing I am, how much you love being fucked by me." Then I groaned as Cato pulled out and slammed back in, deep. Then again. He began a steady, slow motion, in and out, each time hearing me groan as he got in deeper.

Then I moaned his name as he hit something inside me, something amazing. Cato leaned back and smiled, then thrust there again, hitting that spot. Cato sped up faster and faster, and we were both sweating and moaning with each motion into my body. I found my hands on Cato's back, asking for more, begging for him to speed up and try harder. I could tell I was closer, and he was too. The animal inside was almost here. His eyes showed it.

"Cato, please touch me." But he shook his head, he wouldn't.

"No Peeta, you are going to cum because of me, because of my cock inside you. Cum, for me Peeta, cum." He pushed deeper and harder, and my hands clenched against his back, leaving marks. Cato's eyes were still buried in mine, waiting for the moment I released, the moment I released from him. And then, in one thrust, I did. My body clenching and I screamed Cato's name, probably too loudly, as white sports erupted onto my abs and Cato's chest. I came so hard, it felt so good as Cato continued to thrust into my ass.

And Cato watched this, he saw my pure pleasure as it happened, and his lust was finally released. He arched his back in ecstasy, as he filled me with his essence, marking me forever. I could feel him inside me, coating my walls, it felt amazing.

Cato collapsed onto my chest, laying against me, still inside me. He was still breathing heavily, we both were. It was amazing, so amazing.

I felt Cato's body go up, I felt him pull out of me, I felt his seed drip out of my gaping hole, everything was sore, but everything felt so good.

Cato got up, pulled up his pants, zipped them, and then leaned down to cover me in the sleeping bag. I couldn't move. I was exhausted. He left the tent as if he was never there, as if it never happened. But it did. And I knew that from that moment I would need Cato forever.

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