I decided to make this a two shot, make it a little more dynamic and interesting.

I do not own the Hunger Games

I went to Cato's tent three nights after our encounter.

Cato hadn't shown any signals even hinting he remembered that night. Everything was normal, but I remembered. And every moment when we were hunting tributes, all I could think of was Cato. All I could think of was the way Cato's body felt around me, on top of me, inside me. I needed him again.

It was my watch this time, and I very quietly walked up to Cato's tent. I unzipped it and stepped in, and I was surrounded by darkness, I couldn't see anything inside the enclosed space. I left it hanging behind me, and I heard Cato. "I knew you would come back." He was awake, he was waiting for me.

I heard another zip this time, and Cato undid a flap that covered a window. He let the low light shine into the tent, bringing my vision back, at least a little. Cato was standing next to the wall, his eyes watching me. But this time they weren't filled with the lust I saw last time, this time they seemed to be more aware. He seemed pleased with himself.

"I knew you would come back." He repeated it again as he walked closer to me, so that our bodies were very close. He looked down at me, and I just stared at him in awe.

He turned away from me without a word, and walked back into the streaming moonlight. Without facing me, he pulled his shirt over his head very slowly, revealing is strong, smooth, broad back. His arms looked like tree trunks, I could tell he could pick me up with ease. I kinda wanted to test that. Then his hands went to the front of his waist, and he dropped his pants to the ground, leaving him only in his boxers. As Cato stepped out of his pants, turning back to me, I gasped. he was so amazing. His chest just looked ripped, but smooth. All I wanted to do was touch every inch of him. I wanted him on top of me.

Still in a daze, I heard Cato say something, but I didn't register it. I looked at his face. "I said come here Peeta." I did as he said, stepping into the light with him. He did not move, he just watched me, waiting for me to react. I reached out and put my hand on Cato's peck. It was almost at my eye level, he was so tall. My hand slowly slid down, feeling everyone of his abs, all eight of his smooth, amazing abs. My other hand went up to join it, and they both roamed over Cato's body. I felt his back, his arms, even his hands, every part of him I wanted to feel, I needed to feel him. The entire time Cato just stared down at me, no expression on his face. But he wanted this, probably the whole time, he wanted me to come here and do this.

Then Cato finally moved. He bridged the cap between our bodies, and his muscular arms went around my waist, holding me. He was actually holding me now, not with lust like before, he just had me in his arms. Cato stared down deep into my eyes, and I think I saw him smile for a moment. He leant down to kiss me, and our lips connected. Soon Cato's tongue was inside me, exploring whatever it wanted. My hand left Cato's back and began zip my shirt off. As I exposed more and more skin Cato's lips went to my neck. I could feel the blood rushing to the surface as he kissed and sucked, he would leave a mark if he kept that up. God he felt so good.

Cato pushed my shirt off my shoulders, and I let it drop down off my arms to the ground. Cato's arm grabbed my thigh, pulling it up and closer to him. Only one of my feet was on the ground, and my hands went up and around Cato's shoulders. I felt Cato's mouth leave my body, and suddenly he pulled my leg up, into the air. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist as he grabbed my ass. Cato captured my lips in his, just once. "I knew you could pick me up." He smiled and turned back towards the cot in the corner of the tent.

He walked us over, kissing my neck the entire time. My hands were running through his blonde hair, and I moaned as he found a great spot with his lips.

Then he dropped us onto the bed, my legs still around his waist. I realized I could feel both of our lengths in this position, and I ground up to get more friction. Cato moaned against my skin, and his hands went under my pants, he grasped my ass, squeezing and rubbing. "So sexy Peeta, you feel so good." I kept grinding as a response, and he groaned even louder.

I whispered in Cato's ear, I sounded ragged and hot. "Cato, I need you, I need to feel you, please." Cato looked down at me again, and this little smirk came across his face.

"Lift Peeta." I nodded and did what he commanded. Cato pulled down my pants and boxers. For a second they were around my ankles, but with another pull they were on the ground. He leaned back, my legs between his. My hands went to the waist of Cato's boxers, but he grabbed my wrists in the process. "Tell me what you want Peeta. You are going to beg for it. You are addicted to me. You need me." He held my wrists, I couldn't move without his permission, he was too strong.

"I need you Cato." My body tried to move up to touch him, but Cato held me in place. "I need you to touch me. I need to feel your body against mine. I need to feel your cock inside. I want you to fill me with your essence. I need you Cato. Please Cato, please." Cato let my hands go to his boxers, and I pulled them down releasing his straining manhood. He just looked so beautiful, sexy. I needed him so much.

Cato moved away from me, to step out of his boxers. He stared down at me, on his bed, my legs spread, begging for him. He was filled with lust. But this time it wasn't because of some animal need, it was because I wanted him. He loved the fact that my body ached for his, that may have been his plan all along.

He stepped back to me, in between my legs, and he spread them further so he could get closer. I felt the head of his dick press against my opening, teasing me into submission. Cato leaned down, kissing my sweaty chest. Everywhere Cato touched, he created pleasure. I closed my eyes, and I could feel Cato's body pressed against mine, creating more heat between us. He whispered. "Is this what you want Peeta? You want my cock inside you?" He kissed the side of my neck.

All I could do was nod. My eyes were still closed. "Say it Peeta."

I opened my eyes, and Cato was right in front of me. So close. "I need you Cato, I will always need you." He leaned down to kiss me softly, and then I felt his thick cock press into my awaiting heat. Cato groaned as I engulfed him, he pressed his forehead against mine. My hands went to Cato's back, and I felt every inch of Cato's smooth back as he kept pressing into me. Cato was so huge, it felt like it took forever, but he was finally all the way in. I couldn't wait for him to adjust. "Move Cato. Now."

I felt Cato pull out until only his head was inside my tight ring, and then he slammed back into me. I groaned, and whispered Cato's name into his ear. He shuddered, he liked when I worshiped him. Cato continued to thrust in and out, picking up speed and force. When he found my spot I almost screamed in pleasure, but i didn't want to wake any other careers.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to get him deeper, but then Cato wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted us both up into the air. Cato held me up while he continued to thrust into me with wild abandon. I began to kiss and bite Cato's neck, which seemed to drive him crazy, and he thrust harder, hitting my prostrate each time. I knew I couldn't take much more.

Then Cato moved, he walked to the door of the tent, ducked through it, and then we were out in the cool night. The moonlight streamed on our sweaty bodies, and now we could see each other completely. Cato never pulled out of me the whole time. I felt the hard bark of a tree on my back, and I realized Cato was pressing me up against one. Now that he wasn't completely supporting me, Cato thrust deep into my ass, and he began to kiss my chest as he did so. The cool air was trying to bring the temperature down, but it couldn't affect us. It felt so amazing on my body, on my chest, on my aching cock as Cato brought our climaxes closer.

"I'm close Cato, so close."

Cato grabbed my cock in his hand, and began to pump. "Me too Peeta. Cum, cum for me Peeta." I began to moan as Cato's cock thrust into my sweet spot, and I couldn't stay quiet anymore. I released into Cato's hand, covering our chests in my seed. I tightened around Cato's cock, and he thrust one last time into me. I felt Cato's cum fill me for the second time. He felt so good against me, inside me.

As we both came down from our highs, Cato pulled out of me. My legs were still around his waist, and he walked us back into his tent. I felt his cum trickle out of my hole, down onto my thigh. When we were inside the warmth of the tent again, Cato pushed the blanket aside, and laid us down on the bed. He slide next to me, and covered us from the engulfing night. I turned, putting my head on Cato's chest as his arm held me closer.

This felt good, it felt right. And after that night I knew that we would both need each other forever.

That's it! R & R please.