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No One Knows Who I Am	By : Marblez Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 4841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Arena, Day Two

            “So we’re collecting stays now, are we?” Clove grumbled sharply as the group made their way back to the Cornucopia where the Careers had set up their camp.
            Cato, guiding Adya with a hand on his elbow, sighed.
            “Because, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t the aim of the game is to kill all of our opponents, not keep sparing the ones who take your fancy?”
            Wow.
            Her voice was really annoying.
            “First it was Lover Boy…”
            “…who can help lead us to the Burning Bitch,” Cato responded calmly.
            Adya had no idea who they were talking about.
            “…then it was Fish Girl…”
            That must be the girl from District Four who had gone ahead with the injured Glimmer, taking Marvel and Lover Boy along for protection.
            “She’s useful for the moment and when she stops being useful she’ll be easy enough to get rid of. Same with Sparky before you bring him up.”
            Sparky.
            Who on earth was Sparky?
            Seriously, what was with all the code names?
            “And him? What possible use could we have for the cripple?” Clove demanded, poking him in the back of his head with what felt like the hilt of a knife. “Are you really going to try telling me that someone like him is going to be useful?”
            “No,” Cato responded sharply. “Adya isn’t useful. He’s mine.”
            Clove hissed angrily.
            “What does that mean?” she demanded, her voice clipped and sharp.
            They stopped moving.
            “This,” Cato answered simply and then there were soft lips pressed against his, soft familiar lips which quickly succeeded in dragging a little moan out of him when they pulled away just as suddenly.
            “He’s mine.”
            Clove said nothing.
            “Which means you don’t touch him. Are we clear?”
            Clove said nothing.
            “Are. We. Clear?”
            Judging by the sharp gasp Cato had grabbed hold of the other Tribute, most likely by her vulnerable throat.
            “Clove?”
            “Fine…” the female tribute finally spat. “Have you cripple plaything.”
            Adya heard her fight her way out of Cato’s grip and storm off.
            “You’re not a plaything,” Cato muttered angrily, his hand coming to rest on the back of Adyas neck, his thumb stroking across his soft skin.
            “I know,” Adya responded with a soft smiled, leaning into the touch.
            He did know.
            It was strange.
            He shouldn’t trust the career, he knew he shouldn’t.
            Logic dictated this fact.
            And yet he did.
            “Different time, different place and all that,” he murmured, reaching out with his hand to find Cato’s handsome face.
            He felt Cato smile sadly.
            “I’m sorry about your friend,” Cato surprised him by murmuring, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of Adyas hand. “I know how much you cared for her.”
            Adya felt tears well up in his eyes.
            “Thank you…” he finally murmured, copying Cato’s earlier action and stroking his thumb across the other boy’s skin. “And thank you for not being the one to do it.”
            They started walking once more, this time holding hands and talking softly.
            “By the way who on earth are Lover Boy, the Burning Bitch and Sparky? I figured out who Fish Girl was on my own but I haven’t got a clue about those others,” Adya admitted softly. “And what’s with the nicknames anyway?”
            “It’s easier to kill someone if they don’t have a name,” Cato answered simply, squeezing Adyas hand. “Names make a person…I don’t know…real.”
            “Oh…”
            “And just so you can keep up Lover Boy and the Burning Bitch are the pair from District 12. He’s with us. She’s not,” Cato explained simply. “And Sparky is the boy from District 3. Don’t actually know his real name anyway…”
            Adya nodded to show his understanding.
            It made sense to de-humanise your opponent when faced with a situation like they had been given.
            But…
            “You called me Adya,” he pointed out. “Clove called me the cripple and your plaything but you’ve only ever called me Adya.”
            “That’s because I don’t plan on killing you,” Cato explained firmly. “Ever.”
            The warmth around his heart was back.
            Their arrival at the Careers base camp put an end to their soft conversation as Cato was forced to slip on his Career mask once more.
            “You’ll be sleeping with me in my tent,” he informed Adya as they crossed the large clearing. “While we’re out hunting you’ll help Sparky with his little plan to help protect our valuable supplies.”
            “Ok.”
            Cato led him into the camp, muttering simple warning and instructions about its layout until finally Adya found himself sat on a container of some kind, a blanket round his legs and an apple in his hand.
            “Sparky!” Cato called out sharply.
Footsteps approached hesitantly.
“Adya is your responsibility. Anything happens to him and I won’t care how useful you are. Got it?”
            “Got it.”
            Sparky sounded unbearably young, his voice unbroken and trembling.
            Cato moved off to check on Glimmer who was still moaning in pain wherever it was they had put her.
            A body settled down beside him.
            “Hi.”
            Turning Adya smiled gently in the direction of the young voice.
            “Hi.”
            “I’m Sam, but everyone calls me Sparky,” the boy introduced himself softly. “Or at least everyone here does…”
            “Hi, Sam. I’m Adya,” he responded, offering his free hand for the other boy to shake. “And I’m sure this lot will call me some very colourful names but I much prefer the one my parents gave me.”
            “Me too…” Sam admitted. “Are you…are you and Cato…?”
            “I believe the easiest way to explain it is to say we have a thing.”
            “A thing?”
            Adya chuckled.
            “Yes. A thing.”
            “Oh.”
            “Yup. Took me by surprise at first too,” he founded himself admitting.
            “When did it start?” Sam asked.
            “Yesterday.”
            “Oh…”
            Adya smiled.
            Sitting on his container Adya listened to the camp being set up around him, Cato dictating the layout without question.
            Glimmer had finally gone quiet.
            “Fish Girl! Make yourself useful and get something ready for us to eat,” Cato ordered sharply. His footsteps approached. “Sparky. Move.”
            Adya felt his newfound friend flinch away, all but falling off of the container in his hurry to move out of the way for Cato.
“Don’t you like apples?” the Career asked as he sat down.
            “Oh,” Adya jumped slightly, his attention shifting to the piece of fruit still clutched in his hand. “No, I just…kind of forgot about it…”
            Rolling the piece of fruit over in his hands he brought it up to his mouth, sinking his teeth into the crisp skin and jumping as the juice burst out to drip uncontrollably down his chin.
            “You forgot you were hungry?” Cato asked with a chuckle, leaning down to help Adya wipe the juice off of his skin.
            “You’re very distracting,” Adya mumbled, his cheeks flushing red.
            “Good to know.”
            No one spoke as they ate their evening meal gathered around the small fire which had been built in the centre of their small camp.
            From what Adya could figure out the camp was made up of three small tents which had been place in a semi-circle around the mouth of the cornucopia along with a fourth tent which for some reason had no sides.
            “It’s a temporary shelter rather than a place to sleep, hence the lack of sides,” Cato had explained as he was showing Adya around the newly finished campsite, guiding his with gentle hands so that he could gain a mental picture of his new surroundings. “It’s called a gazebo.”
            Their supplies had been stacked up together in view of the camp and would be protected by “Sparky’s Idea” whatever that might be.
            “Until then someone’s of guard duty at all times,” Cato had ordered firmly. “Starting with you, Lover Boy.”
            He could feel the temperature beginning to drop as they finished their meal, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck as his body began to shiver ever so slightly as the plates and cutlery were gathered up to be washed.
            “Fish Girl. You take over watch from Lover Boy at midnight,” Cato ordered firmly, rising from his seat beside Adya. “Any mistakes and I will not hesitate to put my sword through your belly. Either of you.”
            Adya shuddered at the coldness in the other boy’s voice, hearing the Career and not the boy from the roof top garden who had feelings for him.
            “Marvel, you’ll take over at dawn,” Cato continued calmly. “Everyone else get some sleep. We’ve got a lot of hunting to tomorrow.”
            Marvel chuckled.
            “What about Glimmer?” Clove asked softly.
Adya felt Cato shift uncomfortably beside him.
            “She’s your responsibility,” he answered. “As far as I’m concerned if she can’t defend herself against someone who can’t see she doesn’t deserve to be here.”
            Marvel grunted in obvious agreement which Adya found somewhat strange as the subject of their discussion was his District partner…but then perhaps not everyone was as close as he and Una had been…
            “Adya?”
            He turned his head towards the other boys much softer voice, smiling slightly as he felt Cato’s hand slip into his own.
            “You’re with me,” the Career reminded him, helping him to his feet and leading him towards one of the tents. “Careful. It’s quite small.”
            Nodding Adya carefully knelt down and felt around with his hands, getting an idea of how low the top of the tent was before carefully crawling inside.
            He felt the hard ground underneath the bottom of the tent change into something softer and paused.
            “It’s a sleeping bag,” Cato explained softly, following him into the tent and zipping the door closed behind him. “I hope you don’t mind sharing…”
            Adya felt his cheeks warm up.
            “I don’t mind…”
            It was a bit of a struggle at first to get them both inside the sleeping bag, a struggle which involved a lot of wriggling, “accidental” groping, an elbow to the stomach and quite a few muttered curses.
            But in the end they were both zipped comfortably inside the narrow cocoon of warmth, Adyas body pressed against Cato’s side leaving him with no choice but to use the other boy’s chest as a pillow.
            Judging by the pleased grunt he let out Cato didn’t seem to mind.
            Neither of them said anything for a long time, instead just lying there in silence listening to the sounds of their fellow Tributes settling down for the night, to the official broadcast of the days fallen Tributes, to the sounds of the Arena and most importantly to the sounds of each other, their breathing or heartbeat.
            “I wish there was a way I could protect you from all of this,” Cato eventually murmured, tightening his grip on the boy in his arms.
            Adya smiled softly.
            “You already have,” he murmured. “You and…and Una…”
            Biting his lip he felt his eyes begin to burn with tears for his fallen friend.
            “You know I never expected to survive the bloodbath…” he admitted softly, rubbing his cheek against Cato’s top. “I was going to sit there and wait. But Una…Una wasn’t having any of that…”
            “I’m glad…” Cato responded softly. “She was very brave.”
            “Didn’t do her much good in the end, did it?”
            Adya was surprised by the amount of bitterness that had crept into his tone.
            “No. It didn’t,” Cato conceded softly, running his fingers through Adyas soft hair. “But her family can be proud of her. She didn’t lose her compassion in here…didn’t allow herself to become a monster…”
            “You’re not a monster…” Adya protested softly, knowing exactly what the other boy was thinking.
            “No. I’m a Career.”
            Cato’s voice was bleak.
            “Cato…”
            “You’re going to survive this,” the other boy announced suddenly, his hand moving to cup Adyas jaw suddenly. “If it’s the last thing I do…in fact it probably will be but…you are going to survive this…I’ll get you home…”
            Adya chose to say nothing.
            He was under no delusions about his chances with or without Cato’s help.
            He’d be going home, yes, but it wouldn’t be as the Victor.
            It would be inside a coffin.
            “Adya?”
            Cato’s voice was much softer than before, almost hesitant.
            “Yes?”
            “Do you believe in love at first sight?” the Career asked softly.
            Adya paused.
            “I mean…not sight but…”
            Adya smiled.
            “I know what you meant…” he murmured, tilting his head up towards the other boy. “And…yes…I think now, after this…I do…”
            Cato sucked in a sharp breath.
            And then they were kissing.
            It began gently, a simple press of lips on lips which gradually grew into something much more heated.
            Adya gasped as a hand travelled down his side, trailing lightly before pushing up under the fabric of his shirt to find his warm skin.
            “Adya…” Cato breathed softly into the kiss, his fingers trembling as they stroked across the smooth skin covering his still slightly too prominent ribs. “Fuck…Adya…is this…too fast?”
            “No…” Adya found himself responding, slightly embarrassed to find his growing hardness trapped against Cato’s thigh. “Under normal…circumstances it would be but…considering how…short life can be in here…no…not at all…”
            Cato responded by rolling them so that his body was on top of Adyas.
            “Oh!”
            His body moved of its own accord, his back arching up off of the ground as their groins came into contact just as he felt Cato smirk against his lips, deepening the kiss as he slipped his other hand up under Adyas shirt.
            Adyas own hands seemed to have a mind of their own, moving from Cato’s strong shoulders down his sides until they came to rest on his bottom.
            “Fuck…” Cato gasped against his lips and Adya, smirking, pulled the other boys hips down onto his own.
            Fuck indeed...
            This was unlike anything he’d ever felt before in his life.
            It was like his body was on fire…
            Consumed by a burning passion that left him gasping for more…more…
            A hand pulled at his belt, loosening it enough so that said hand could then slip inside his trousers…
            “Oh fuck!”
            Cato chuckled breathlessly in his ear as his hand closed firmly around Adyas straining erection.
            “Shh…” he murmured softly as his hand began to move ever so slowly. “Don’t want the whole world to know what’s going on in here…”
            Adya couldn’t think.
            He’d never…
            No one had ever…
            Fuck…
            “Cato…”
            He could feel a sort of pressure building up inside of himself…
            “Fuck…” Cato gasped, “You’re so beautiful like this…”
            “I don’t…”
            Adya felt his body beginning to tense, starting right down at his toes but quickly spreading throughout his limbs…
His back began to arch almost painfully as he threw his head back…
            “C-Cato…”
            “That’s it…” Cato panted, grinding his own hardness against Adyas thigh. “Let go for me, Adya, let go…”
            “Cato!”
            Adya let go.
            He couldn’t explain what happened.
            It felt as though his entire brain was being overloaded by pleasure…
            At first his body was locked in place but then, quite suddenly, he felt himself going completely limp as though his bones had turned to jelly.
            He was vaguely aware of Cato crying out as he found his own pleasure, of the gentle kisses that were pressed to his skin but eventually the call of sleep grew too strong and with a contented sigh he allowed himself to slip into the realm of dreams, safely cocooned in the arms of his lover.

A/N – As ever I’m terribly sorry about the delay but writer’s block is a right pain the arse. Comments and suggestions are welcome, as always.
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