District 4 Dalton Games Submission
Prompt: Julian, Logan and Adam are the last three alive in the Hunger Games..
More than a Game
Training - Hunger Games Jogan
A pre-quel to the the series, this can be read independently from the rest of the HG!Jogan series, for which there is a link on my sidebar. Enjoy!
Julian scowled, setting down the silver bow and arrow set that he had been training with. It had been designed especially by his designer Reed and his team once the new element of the games began, where the training of the tributes was filmed. Amber and gold filigree ran up and down the shaft, accenting the lights of his hair and the deep color of his eyes. The training suit he wore as well had been oh-so-subtly altered, now snugly hugging each curve of his lithe, beautiful body. The shirt had been docked a few careful inches from the navel to the waist, exposing the curve of his hips and a slip of delicious skin.
Yes, anyone watching him now would see him as the District 1 tribute should be, an icon of pure sex and desire.
But there was a flaw in this scheme.
Julian set his weapons down and grabbed a bottle of water as he strode out of the training center. He took a long, languid drink, letting a rivulet of water trickle down his chin and his neck. He walked out into the hall, pausing by the large glass window that revealed the pool.
And there he was.
He cut through the water like a shark, his muscles rippling and moving perfectly. He was just finishing his laps now, and when he reached the edge of the water he burst out, taking in a large breath as water flew off his skin and the tips of his gold hair. In that moment, as water ran off of his body, casting a gleam all around him, those sharp green eyes found him. That deep smoulder that had half of the Capitol swooning. But as of late, the Capitol seemed to be utterly ignored by the District 4 tribute.
Logan Wright smoothly exited the water, standing on the cool marble in a snug, breathable material that hugged him right to the skin. It stopped just above the knee, but left little to the imagination. With the glass between them, the two could not share words. But that expression, thatlookon his face. It drove Julian mad.
What did he want?
What was he playing at?
Logan didn’t want to be an ally, or did he? Whenever Julian tried to approach him, he was driven back by such an air of animosity it practically burned his skin. It seeped in deep, burning his soul to the core. Even his mentor was left speechless at such a baffling game.
Brilliant green eyes dragged away from Julian, and Logan wordlessly left for the room in the far back, the one that led to the showers.
Soon all the tributes would be called to meal.
Julian’s heart was pounding, his cheeks red. The Games were drawing near, and he couldn’t… he wouldn’t let Logan get into his head before they set foot into that arena.
His mind set, Julian charged after Logan in hot pursuit.
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Training (3) - HG!Jogan
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Julian had to drive it out of the forefront of his mind how many people would be watching this tonight. But frankly, it wasn’t terribly hard to do. Logan had him pinned to the wall, his muscled arms wrapped around Julian’s body, hands under the creamy smooth skin of his thighs. Slick by the rush of hot water, Julian had to brace tight around Logan’s hips, splutter and gasp for air as they moved together.
“Is this your first time?” Logan teased, the tip of his tongue teasing the shell of Julian’s ear.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Julian replied with gritted teeth. He had to brace himself for the hot, thick intrusion that slowly penetrated him.
He would never admit it, but that beautiful cry of lust and desire was genuine. The way he threw his head back so that the water flew off of his hair and left his beautiful face exposed. It was so theatrics Logan let out a quiet, impressed chuckle. But… fuck, he felt sogood. He stretched and filled him. Julian’s toes curled, his arms beginning to tremble from the strain.
“Move…” He tried to make it sound like a snarl, like a command. He would later learn that it sounded more like a whimpering plea. Still, Logan obeyed. At first, he moved tantalizingly slow. Only a few deep thrusts, he found that warm, tender spot that caused pleasure to course through Julian’s body. After that, he was merciless. It took all that Julian had not to drown in a fit of sensation. His fingernails carved deep into Logan’s back, his breath hot against the curve of his neck.
Unable to resist, his body began to move in turn. To fiercely buck and press close, closer to the point where there was pain as well; but that was all beyond his level of recognition. Who he was, what he was doing, it all ebbed away as the two boys furiously made love under the hot cascade.
“Hold.” Logan ordered, barely pausing.
“I… Ican’t…” Julian quivered and crested. His body spasmed helplessly in Logan’s arms and the pearly white was quickly washed away. Logan snarled, continuing to ravish his new “ally,” Julian’s hypersensitive post-coital body helpless to do little else than to whimper and take the abuse. When Logan did come, he did so in waves, his head bent over so his hair fell in front of his face, hiding from all but Julian just how deeply affected he had become.
The water shut off on it’s own, and the two boys sank together in a damp heap on the floor of the showers. Julian flinched, but couldn’t help but be amazed at the change that had come over Logan. Now, he was tender. He kissed each of Julian’s fingers, an arm wrapped around his abused waist to keep him on Logan’s lap.
As Julian’s high descended, the reality sunk in.
Logan couldn’t care less how Julian felt. But it didn’t take much for his actions today to change his image from “possessive and impassioned lover” to “predator.” Loganhadto adore him now. After all, he had cornered Julian into a demure position. Who in the capitol would sponsor Julian now, if he couldn’t even hold his own against another in intimacy?
Still, he kept it all inside. Julian let Logan coddle him. He crooned and purred, returning affectionate nuzzles and kisses complacently. While inside, he concocted a plan to resume a position on top.
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Dalton Games: Month Two Winners.
In third place, we have a tie: blainesgonnabealone and wontyoujointhedance
In second place, we have: imaginingtheimpossible
And in first place, with 115/120 points:
Everyone this month did very well and I’ve had a lot of great reviews from judges about all the stories, even those that didn’t place :) Well done everyone!
Epilogue for District One's Story
“Except that plan is absolute shit!”
All three heads snapped up and Logan quickly slammed his foot on the brakes, mouth hanging open in shock.
Now, they all knew that fighting zombies and being surrounded by undead sludge could do things to a man. They also knew that having your entire family killed and the rest of the country hot on your ass (apparently sexuality was invalid for brain eaters ‘cause there were a number of times Logan could’ve sworn that a few had copped a feel) could make you rethink your priorities.
But in all honestly, what they saw before them was the last thing they would’ve expected.
To put it short, Reed Van Kamp had turned into Rambo.
His normally angelic face was smeared with what seemed to be coal dust, and there were a few hints of green camouflage along his upper brow. His brown eyes were no longer innocent (with good reason), instead practically murderous and his hair, oh god, his hair.
His mother would’ve screamed in horror.
What surprised the trio the most, however, was that Reed was draped from head to toe in weapons and ammo.
Across his chest were bullets, a machine gun clinged to his back, his forehead held a red headband Sylvester Stalone worthy, and in his hands were a sniper rifle and a rather heavy looking MP-40. How he managed to still be standing was beyond them.
Still, Reed looked badass.
Charlie was the first to react, scrambling out of the car and calling out, “Reed! Oh my god, you’re alive!” As he ran over to the former Windsor, Logan and Justin continued to stare. They couldn’t believe it.
“Wow, this really is the fucking apocalypse, isn’t it,” Justin muttered, Logan nodding reluctantly.
Charlie reached Reed, ready to embrace him until he was pushed back by the back of a rifle. Stepping backwards with a short ‘oomf’, he rubbed his stomach, giving Reed a questioning look.
“So what have you fucked up versions of the Powerpuff Girls done lately,” Reed snapped irritably, merely side stepping Charlie’s attempts at greeting a bro, “besides make a mess?”
Logan got out of the car as did Justin as they heard this, both raising eyebrows.
“Excuse me?” The blond said with a warning tone, the lack of coffee ready to send him over the edge, and the cherub gone hardass wasn’t exactly helping that.
Reed looked up fearlessly, his eyes red rimmed and his nose the same color of his headband. He had obviously been crying, and Justin nearly sighed in relief to know that Reed was just trying to hold himself together.
That is until he wiped the red off.
‘Oh wonderful, that’s blood.’
Glaring at Logan, Reed, turned around, beginning to head back down the road.
“You’re all idiots,” he called out over his shoulder, the boys following him, “because the only thing we need to do is head north to Canada. That’s where it’s safe, according to the game’s manual.”
Charlie, Justin, and Logan all froze.
When Reed no longer heard footsteps, he turned around, blinking with a newfound curiosity.
“Guys, he didn’t tell you?”
They continued to stare at Reed in shock, asking for an explanation. Logan growled, turning around and pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling in repressed anger, “Who didn’t tell us what?”
Reed swallowed nervously, a weak smile appearing on his lips.
Charlie advanced slowly, narrowing his eyes, “Reed…”
Reed cleared his throat, dropping his guns and wringing his hands together. Laughing in slight panic, he stopped wringing his hands and instead rubbed his arm.
Charlie squeezed his eyes shut, putting his hands together in a silent prayer, “Reed, do not tell me this is—”
“Well… Han said he wanted you all to test out his new virtual reality console—”
“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!”
Never Cease in Sombre Twilight - District 9 Dalton Games' Tribute
Before anyone proceeds, I would like to apologise in advance for being a disappointment to everyone who believed in me. A lot of things are going on with real life right now, and not all of them are looking up my way. What I have come up with is nothing compared to the other tributes, in both length or quality, but between all that’s going on, it was the best I could do.
I have been given Shane and Jude to work with as my characters. I was supposed to write about Shane witnessing Jude’s death, but the writing process took me in a loop :)
Alternate title: Never Cease in Sombre Dusk
Because I am a grade-A weirdo, I decided to make posters for Jess.
I only made 4
But I can’t find the last one
So, here are the other 3 :D
Plus a whole lot of random pictures of them!
YAY FOR CRAPPY COLOURING AND DRAWING SKILLS