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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 Six

            “Ok, here’s another one – what’s full of holes but still holds water?”
            Adya frowned.
            He and Sam had been playing a game of riddles since sharing a small breakfast of toasted bread complete with a thick coating of butter, courtesy of the supply mountain, and it had quickly become apparent that the younger boy was far superior when it came to setting and solving logic problems.
            “Um…” he sighed thoughtfully, tapping out a random rhythm on his thighs. “Full of holes but still holds…not a bucket then…or a cup…”
            “Give up?”
            Adya sighed.
            “Go on then, tell me what’s full of holes but still holds water?”
            “A sponge.”
            “…I hate riddles…”
            Sam laughed triumphantly.
            “One more and then I’ll go mountaineering to get us some lunch,” the younger boy announced, brushing the grass off his trousers as he got to his feet. “What comes once in a minutes, twice in a moment but never in a thousand years?”
            “…I have absolutely no idea…”
            Frowning to himself Adya tried once again to figure out the riddle he had been set while his friend navigated the minefield and gathered the supplies they required to make themselves a tasty and fulfilling lunch.
            “Minute. Moment,” Adya murmured thoughtfully. “A thousand years…”
            “The letter M.”
            Adya jumped in surprise, almost falling off of the box he was using as a seat as he spun to face the owner of the deep voice.
            Marvel.
            “…I beg your pardon?” Adya finally managed to mumble, following the other boys progress as he moved slowly to sit down on the opposite side of the fire pit.
            “What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment but never in a thousand years?” Marvel repeated the riddle he’d been set. “The letter M. That’s the answer.”
            “Huh…”
            “He’s right,” Sam confirmed as he reappeared at the fire pit, putting the things he’d collected down beside Adya. “How are you feeling?”
            Adya surmised that Sam wasn’t speaking to him this time.
            “We didn’t think any of you would be up and about today,” the younger boy continued nonchalantly. “Not after the amount of stings you all suffered.”
            “…you looked after us?”
            Marvel sounded more than a little bit confused, more so than he had when solving the riddle which had flummoxed Adya so easily.
            “Yes.”
            “But…why would you help us? Why not just kill us and be done with it?”
            “We helped you because, enemy or not, it was the right thing to do,” Adya answered without hesitation, using his fingers to brush his messy fringe out of his eyes, useless as they were. “
            “But that’s…”
            “Stupid. Yeah, we know,” Sam finished for the Career. “Apple?”
            Adya chuckled.
            “I’m amazed there’s any left, given the amount we’ve eaten already,” he commented, holding his hand out for one of the apples the other boy was offering. “Not that I’m complaining…”
            “Don’t worry, there’s still another bag of apples we haven’t touched yet,” Sam reassured him as he leaned across to press one of the pieces of fruit into Adyas hand. “Marvel?”
            “Sure, why not?”
            Adya listened, rolling his apple back and forth between his hands, as Sam tossed Marvel one of the apples and the Career fumbled to catch it, cursing sharply.
            “Damn!”
            “It’s the after effects of the venom,” Sam supplied, moving to sit beside Adya as he bit into his own apple. “It should wear off in a little while.”
            For a little while the only sound in their little campsite were the distinct noises on the three of them eating the ridiculously juicy apples, struggling not to make too much of a mess.
            Of course Adya failed in that department, as per usual.
"You've got a bit of..."
He expected it to be Sam who reached out to wipe the juice from his cheek.
It wasn't.
            The gentle hand which cupped his jaw and then began wiping away the sticky juice was much larger than his younger friends and the faint trembling only served to confirm that the person taking the time and care to clean him up was in fact Marvel.
"Thanks..."
Marvels on response was a soft grunt before he set about retrieving one of the bottles of water from the supply mountain with Sam, being his usual helpful self, guiding his way through the mines.
"...ok, go to your left...yup...and then....don't put your foot down there...!"
Adya smiled to himself as Marvel muttered an apology in response to his friend’s sharp warning, muttering to himself about not getting killed off by one of their own mines before continuing with his ascent.
Inside their tent Cato let out a groan, the fabric of the sleeping bag rustling as he shifted around but before Adya could even begin to move out of his seat to go to him he’d calmed down once more.
"Hey!" Marvels barking voice came from high up behind him and he turned angling his head upwards. "How about a song to pass the time?"
Huh.
That tracker-jacker venom must have done a real number on Marvel for him to not only be taking their advice before carefully listening to their instructions but also ever so politely requesting a song.
Perhaps Clove would wake up giggling about boys and pretty shoes...
Nah.
Not even tracker jacket venom could work a miracle like that.
"Any particular song you've got in mind?"
Silence.
“He can’t see you, remember?”
            Sam sounded a little bit amused.
“Sorry. I forgot. I’m not all that fussed about what you sing so as longs as it’s not one of those stupid ones inspired by the Games.”
Adya visibly shuddered as he thought of what classed for music in the Capitol, in particular the popular trend of the “artist of the moment” creating a song inspired by the Victors and their Games.
"What, not a fan of ‘And then his knife, shining like the sun, descended upon her beating heart’," he sang, pitching his voice in a remarkably good imitation of the Capitol falsetto with extra vibrato for good measure.
"Funnily enough, no," Marvel responded as he climbed back down the mountain. "I've got nothing against the songs in general but some of the singers..."
"And let's not go into the lyrics..." Sam added, still guiding Marvel when he went ever so slightly wrong whilst exiting the minefield. "Do you remember the one they did for Johanna Mason?"
Adya shuddered.
"Hiding, hiding, hiding in the tree. Waiting for the ever so perfect opportunity," he sang the ridiculously chipper song with the same effected voice that he had used before, one which the Capitol encouraged them to teach to the little children in their schools. "Waiting, waiting, waiting in the tree. Dropping like a tiger on the boy from District Three."
"Which is made doubly ridiculous by the fact that when she dropped out of the tree it wasn’t the boy from District Five she killed, not District Three," Marvel grumbled, unscrewing the cap on his freshly retrieved bottle of water. "Can't fight the facts when the vids are public record."
"Ah, but Five doesn't rhyme with tree," Sam pointed out brightly. "And I imagine finding the perfect rhyme was far more important than accuracy."
"Probably," Marvel grunted. "So anything but one of them and it'll be fine."
Adya nodded.
The Victor Songs which he’d been asked to perform by numerous Peacekeepers over the years were truly awful, all pretty little flourishes with no actually substance…unlike the song which had just popped into his head which would be a much better example of how to use rhymes properly in a song.
He had a feeling Marvel would approve of the content as well.
“I have often dreamed,
Of a far off place,
Where a hero's welcome,
Would be waiting for me,
Where the crowds will cheer,
When they see my face,
And a voice keeps saying,
This is where I'm meant to be.

I'll be there someday,
I can go the distance,
I will find my way,
If I can be strong,
I know ev'ry mile,
Will be worth my while,
When I go the distance,
I'll be right where I belong.

Down an unknown road,
To embrace my fate,
Though the road may wander,
It will lead me to you,
And a thousand years,
Would be worth the wait,
It may take a lifetime,
But somehow I'll see it through.

And I won't look back,
I can go the distance,
And I'll stay on track,
No I won't accept defeat,
It's an uphill slope,
But I won't lose hope,
Till I go the distance,
And my journey is complete.

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part,
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart.

Like a shooting star,
I can go the distance,
I will search the world,
I will face its harms,
I don't care how far,
I can go the distance,
Till I find my hero's welcome,
Waiting in your arms.

I will search the world,
I will face its harms,
Till I find my hero's welcome,
Waiting in your arms.”
"See, if they insist on having Victors Songs each year that's the kind of thing they should come up with," Marvel announced almost immediately after he’d finished singing. "You're really good, you know that?"
"So I've been told," Adya responded modestly, his heightened hearing picking up sounds from inside the tent he and Cato shared once more. "Cato?"
He received a combination of a grunt and a whimper in response.
“Sam?”
            Gentle hands helped him back inside the tent before disappearing, the younger boy backing out quickly and leaving him alone with his boyfriend.
            “Cato?”
            “…did I do that?” Cato’s soft voice was filled with so much pain, both the physical and the emotional kind. “I remember…I remember attacking you and…and trying to force you…trying to…did I…?”
"No," Adya answered quickly. "Well, yes, technically you did attack me but you were hallucinating and...and...Sam stopped you before...before..."
"I tried to rape you."
Adya couldn't deny the other boys horrified statement.
A loud whimper warned him that something was about to happen so he was prepared for it when Cato pushed past him, dropping to his knees just outside the tent and losing the contents of his stomach with a painful sounding heave.
"Cato?"
A muffled sob was his only answer.
Stumbling forwards he ignored the fact that Sam and Marvel were only a few feet away from them, ignored the multitude of cameras that were undoubtedly trained on them at that moment and knelt beside the older boy, slipping his arms around him and holding on tight as Cato tried to resist, tried to pull away from him with a series of muffled protests.
"No...I hurt you...I would have..."
"It wasn't you, not really," Adya murmured, pulling Cato's face down until it was pressed into the side of his neck. "It was the tracker jacket venom..."
He could feel Cato's tears and his heart clenched painfully in his chest.
"I'm a monster...I'm a monster..." Cato whimpered, shaking his head as he continued to try and free himself from Adya's firm but gentle hold. "I could have..."
"It was the venom," Adya repeated, firmly believing what he was saying now that he was confronted with Cato's natural reaction to the possibility of what could have happened. "It was the tracker jacket venom. It makes you see things...do things...it wasn't really you..."
Cupping Cato's strong jaw he brought the distraught boys face up to his so that he could press a series of soft kisses against his lips, intermingled with reassurances and promises.
He didn't care what the people watching them thought.
He didn't care how the people in the Capitol would react to their relationship.
All he cared about in that instant.
"It wasn't your fault," he repeated when the Career had finally calmed down and knelt silently within his comforting embrace. "It wasn't you, Cato. It wasn't you."
Cato let out a shaking breath, pulling away gently and this time Adya let him.
A hand cupped his jaw, a thumb stroking the smooth skin of his cheek.
"I'm sorry..." Cato murmured. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, Adya..."
Adya smiled.
"I'm ok. I promise..."
They stayed linked together that way for a long moment before Marvel finally cleared his throat, the sudden noise startling both of them into breaking apart.
"That tracker jacket venoms a bitch, isn't it?" the other Career asked, his bright tone obviously forced. "You wouldn't believe the things I saw..."
"Oh, I think I would," Cato murmured, taking Adya's hand in his and leading him towards the fire pit, guiding him to sit down on the grass close to Cato's side. "I remember...I remember everything that happened with you, Adya, but it was like we were other people. Like we weren't real. My hands were made of knives and I cut open your belly as I...as I..."
Cato shuddered, his breath hitching once more.
"I saw pink elephants," Marvel announced. "You know, like in that old vid they used to play when we were kids? Only the ones I saw were...were monsters...like they were muttations...and the Arena was on fire only the fire was blue and green and purple..."
"Fire..." Cato repeated, his voice harder than before. "That Burning Bitch...she's responsible for everything that happened. If she hadn't dropped that nest on us then I wouldn't have tried to...I wouldn’t have…"
He broke of sharply.
Marvel grunted in agreement.
"I'll fucking kill her."
So that's what had happened.
Katniss Everdeen had dropped a nest of Tracker Jackers on the Careers.
In any other games Adya would have considered it a brilliantly clever move...
But not this year.
Not when the person she'd dropped the best on had been his boyfriend.
"Maybe she got stung too," Sam suggested somewhat nervously. "It stands to reason that if the rest of you got stung she would too..."
Cato grunted.
"I hope she got stung," he growled, kicking at the remnants of the fire with his boot. "She dropped it on us when we were sleeping, before we had a chance to defend ourselves. It was the act of a coward."
"How did she get above you without one of you waking?"
"She didn’t. We managed to her trapped up there the night before,” Marvel answered his question, scoffing loudly. "Should've tried harder to kill her but Lover Boy said we should just wait her out. Idiot."
"Where is Peeta?"
Cato stiffened beside him.
"He was helping the Burning Bitch escape," he answered sharply, his voice muffled as though he were speaking through tightly clenched teeth. "I was just starting to see...things...when I saw him helping her. She had the bow. She must have taken it from Fish Girl's body."
"Poor Lillibet..." Adya sighed sadly. "No one deserves to die that way..."
"Did you get him?" Marvel demanded.
“He’s not dead,” Sam announced quickly, shifting nervously beside Adya, his fingers ripping up chunks of grass. “I mean…we only heard one cannon and that was the one for Lillibet…er…Fish Girl.”
"He's not dead yet," Cato corrected the younger boy. "He won't last long, not with the thigh wound I gave him. Not unless he earns outside help."
Adya sighed sadly.
He liked Peeta.
He seemed like a gentle soul.
And yet he knew, realistically, for any of them to survive then that gentle soul had to be extinguished along with the rest.
He only wished his death could have been quick and relatively painless.
"Where's Clove?"
"She's still unconscious," Sam answered Cato’s soft question. "Because of her size the venom was able to knock her out a lot easier than it did the two of you so it stands to reason that it’ll take longer for her to recover.”
            In the end Clove didn’t wake until long after the sun had disappeared from the sky, the small group gathering around the fire for warmth as they feasted on some “boil-in-the-bag” meals they had found among the supplies.
            “Cato?”
            Clove’s voice was even sharper than usual, layered with obvious tones of distress as she stumbled out of her tent, her footsteps heavier than usual.
            “C-Cato? W-What happened?”
            Cato’s initial response was to tighten his arms about Adya’s waist, pulling him out of his own seat and across to sit in the older boys lap.
            Only then did he respond to his district partner’s voice,
            “Tracker Jackers.”
            Clove dropped down into Adya’s recently vacated seat.
            “I saw…”
            “We all saw things,” Cato interrupted her, resting his cheek against the back of Adya’s shoulder. “Adya and Sam looked after us.”
            “They did?”
            He could practically feel the look she was giving him and Cato’s voice, when he responded to her question, was tense and his words clipped short,
            “Yes, they did.”
            Clove scoffed.
            “But…why would they help us?”
            “I asked exactly the same thing when I woke up!” Marvel chuckled loudly, throwing another log onto the fire. “Seemed a bit stupid to me, passing up a perfectly good opportunity to get rid of us.”
            “And as we told Marvel earlier we helped you because, enemy or not, it was the right thing to do,” Adya repeated his earlier statement, turning his sightless eyes towards the only female member of their group. “Not all of us are Careers, after all.”
            Clove said nothing.
            “Here, Clove, have something to eat,” Marvel eventually broke the silence which had followed their brief conversation, all but throwing one of the “boil-in-the-bag” meals across to her. “Try that one. Macaroni Cheese. It’s not too bad. It’s better than the, what was this one…oh…sweet and sour chicken…”
            Adya frowned.
            He’d tried that one earlier and he hadn’t thought it was that bad…but then again he was used to eating scraps and leftovers, things that he been dropped on the ground or had long since gone off.
            Wriggling slightly to get more comfortable where he was perched on his boyfriends lap and laid his head down on Cato’s shoulder, content to listen to the conversation going on between Marvel and Clove rather than try to participate.
            “Comfortable?”
            “Yeah…”
            Closing his eyes he allowed his body to go limp, trusting his boyfriend to support him and smiling to himself when he felt Cato begin gently running his hands up and down the length of his back.
            He sighed softly, arching into the gentle touch as he shivered lightly, his body reacting to the gentle touch with a series of pleasant tingles running right from his scalp to the tip of his toes.
"Tired?" Cato murmured softly in his ear.
Adya nodded, pressing his face against the smooth skin of Cato's neck.
Yes.
He was tired.
The last couple of days were finally starting to catch up with him now that Cato and the others were awake and had been returned to their normal selves.
If he was being honest he was even relieved to have Clove back in her right mind, the pathetic whimpers she’d been letting out in her sleep having freaked out both himself and Sam even more than her prowess with throwing knives.
"Want to head to bed?"
"If you don't mind..."
"Not at all," Cato responded softly, his breath tickling the back of Adya's neck, causing him to shudder. "I'll admit I've got a bit of an ulterior motive..."
"Oh?"
Cato nuzzled his face against Adya's neck before moving his lips up to brush against the soft skin of his ear as he spoke softly but clearly but softly,
"I want to spend some time alone with you."
Adya smile could only be described as blinding.
"I want to thank you for taking care of us."
A kiss was placed to the incredibly sensitive skin behind his ear.
He gasped.
"I want to apologise for how I treated you whilst I was hallucinating."
Adya groaned, actually full on groaned, when he felt the older boys teeth nipping gently at the soft shell of his ear.
            “C-Cato…”
"I want to prove to you that I'm myself again."
He couldn't speak.
He could barely think.
Never had he been so...so tortured by feelings of pleasure and...
And love...
“So...bed?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Adya's legs felt incredibly unsteady as he slowly managed to climb off of his boyfriends lap, keeping close to his side in an effort to Cato in an attempt to hide the physical response he’d had to the gentle touches.
"We're going to bed," Cato announced to the rest of the group, slipping his arm around Adya's waist and holding him close. "Marvel, you've got first watch."
"Ok."
"I'll take the middle watch. Clove, you'll take the morning watch."
Clove grumbled softly in protest at getting the longest of the three watches.
"Sparky? "
"Y-Yes, Cato?"
Sam sounded nervous.
"You get the night off as a thank you for taking care of us."
"O-Oh..." Sam mumbled, obviously surprised. "Thank you."
Cato grunted in response.
There was no way they didn't know what was going to happen between the two of them once they were inside the privacy of their own tent, not with the way Marvel was chuckling under his breath or the way Clove was grinding her teeth.
Sam's response was mercifully silent.
As Cato lifted the tent flap out of his way Adya could sworn he heard the whirring sound of a camera lens focusing somewhere inside their tent but banished that thought from his mind.
It was probably his hearing playing tricks on him.
How would they have gotten a camera inside their tent?
It never crossed his mind to wonder if the cameras had already been placed inside the tent before the Games had even begun, built into the numerous tent poles just waiting to be activated by the people in the control room back in the Capitol.
If he had he would never have had the courage to throw himself at Cato once the older boy had zipped the tent flap shut, throwing his arms around him and desperately searching out the other boys soft lips with his own, pressing a demanding kiss to them when they finally made contact.
"Adya..." Cato breathed against his lips, pressing their bodies together as they knelt in the middle of the tent. "Adya, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
Adya hushed him, pressing a series of softer kisses to his lips.
"It wasn't you, Cato. It wasn't you," he murmured, reaching out to trace the contours of his boyfriends face with his fingers. "This is you. This is the real you."
"I couldn't keep you safe, not even from me..."
He felt the moment that the older boy’s tears spilled out onto his cheeks.
"Cato, am I still alive?" He asked softly, stroking the tears away.
"Yes..."
"You did that. You kept me alive."
And Una, of course, but Cato needed all the reassurance he could get right now so with a mental apology to his deceased friend Adya pressed on.
"I should be dead. I should be long dead. And yet here I am, with you."
Cato let out a shuddering breath against Adya's lips.
"I trust you, Cato..."
The kiss that followed his soft reassurance was unlike any that he’d ever experienced before, filled with a raw feeling of desperation and passion, the force behind it knocking him backwards until they landed on the ground with Cato pressed down on top of Adya’s willing body.
For a moment he could forget where they were.
He could forget what was going on in the world around them.
All that mattered were the strong hands pulling gently but firmly at his clothes, methodically stripping them from his lithe body while his mouth continued to be assaulted by a very talented tongue.
His own hands moved on instinct, copying his boyfriend’s actions and working to remove the older boys clothes from him own much more impressive body, taking the time to trail his fingers over the impressive muscles covered with smooth skin.
Cato hesitated when they reached the point where both of them were dressed only in their tight underpants and thick socks.
"Adya?"
"Cato?"
"Do you trust me?"
Adya didn't even hesitate.
"Yes. With my life. And, more importantly, with my heart."
Cato sucked in a sharp breath.
"If things were different I wouldn't be doing this, not like this I mean," he mumbled as he hooked his thumbs into the waist band of Adya's underpants. "I would have taken my time to get to know every little thing about you. I'd have taken you out to dinner at a fancy restaurant or...or for a walk on the beach or...or something like that. A date. I'd have taken you out on a proper date."
Adya smiled fondly up at Cato as he felt his underwear moving slowly down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his socks on the rather chilly groundsheet covering the floor inside the tent.
"I would have taken things slowly, so slowly," Cato continued, leaning back until he could look down at Adya's naked body, taking in every detail. "I'd have taken the time to relish every moment with you."
"Then let's do that," Adya murmured, his cheeks flushing as his body was put on display for the first time in his life...not including when he was stripped in the Remake Centre. That didn't count. "Let's take what time with have together and relish each and every moment."
Cato sighed happily.
"I love you."
Adya beamed up at him.
"I love you too...but I think it's very unfair that I'm all on show like this whilst you’re still wearing your underpants," he responded teasingly, reaching out to trail a hand down the smooth planes of the other boy’s chest until he reached the elasticised waistband. "Very unfair indeed."
"What are you going to do about that then?"
Deciding not respond verbally Adya leaned up suddenly, taking his boyfriend completely by surprise as he removed the offending article of clothing without ceremony or show.
"There, that's better," he concluded with more confidence than he felt as he replaced his hand on his boyfriends stomach, the tips of his fingers encountering the expected patch of hair which he knew would lead down to his... "I take it the Capitol let you keep your hair down there too..."
"Kind of them, wasn't it?" Cato responded somewhat breathlessly, his body trembling under Adya’s gentle touch. "They weren't so kind about the rest of my body hair. I haven't been this smooth since I was a baby."
"Oh, I don't know..." Adya murmured, stroking his hand up over the smooth planes of Cato’s chest, his fingertips now brushing his nipples. "I quite like it..."
"Adya..." Cato groaned deeply. "I need you..."
It certainly sounded like it, Adya mused silently as he fought against the stab of nervousness he felt at his boyfriends words.
Perhaps now would be a good time to mention…
"I've never..."
He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"I mean…I mean I haven't..."
A gentle kiss was pressed to his lips.
"Do you trust me?" Cato repeated his earlier question.
Adya smiled.
"You know I do."
"I know you trust me with your life," Cato countered softy, his hands trailing up and down Adya's sides in a rather distracting manner. "And your heart. But do you trust me with your body?"
Yes...
He arched his back under his boyfriend’s confident touch.
After all he'd already experienced what sort of pleasure those talented hands could bring to his body.
Yes...
And now he found himself wondering what else they could do to him…
Show him…
Teach him...
Yes...
"Adya? As lovely as you look right now I kind of need a…um…a verbal answer before I can continue?"
Cato's voice was light, teasing but it also held an unmistakable edge of nerves as though he were expecting Adya to stop him, to turn him down, perhaps even to run screaming from the tent.
That Adya would not do.
"Yes, Cato. Yes."
Cato let out an almost guttural sound of relief.
"Adya? Can I make love to you? Please?"
He smiled.
            Make Love.
That sounded so much nicer than fucking which was how he'd heard the act referred to for most of his life.
He didn't want Cato to fuck him.
He wanted Cato to make love to him.
"Yes..."

A/N I'm afraid the rest of their night together will have to be left to your imaginations. I know, I'm a horrible, cruel writer but I tried and I couldn't do it justice and so leaving it up to everyone to fill in the blanks it is. Only three more chapters to go but don't worry, despite my best attempts this story has spawned a sequel in my mind which I have already begun planning out. Comments and suggestions are as welcome as always. X
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