Grinning Like a Fool in Hell

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Killer Luck || Simon & Sam

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Sam grabbed the bottle, topping them both off with a sigh, “Don’t dwell on it… trust me, it only makes it harder on you. Drink.” He kicked back his own, savoring the burn. He liked to imagine that enough shots might take away his memory for good, but that was just wishful thinking.

"Chances? … not gonna lie, it’s not good. Don’t get attached, Simon. Luck only runs so far, and I’m pretty sure you stretched it thin to start with. Could say the same for myself, considering I’m still here… doing the same old shit every year. Glutton for punishment, I guess." He filled up his glass again, tequila spilling up over the top. Sam gestured for Simon, raising a brow. Poor guy, I remember what it was like my first year. Not enough tequila in the world to erase that.

"Just do the best you can. That’s all you can do. You could show them ancient water bending scrolls and advanced techniques and train them on every weapon on that fuckin’ rack and they still might go down in the first five minutes. It’s just how it goes."

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Simon snorted, running a critical eye over the brimming shot glass. Better wait a few minutes, he thought, stomach churning. He dragged his focus back to Sam's face before making a face. "In a minute." He scooted the shot over, out of his sight, barely noticing the way the amber liquid splashed over his fingers.

"The chances," he spat, "the odds, the statistics. Don't talk to me about luck, Sam. Lady luck smiled a gap-toothed, death's head smile at me. 'Simon won by luck,' they say. 'That lucky bastard,' they call me. Me? I think I was cursed. I think death would have been easier than condemning others to that hell. And getting attatched?" He choked on a sob. "Too late," he whispered, hanging his head.

He started to blindly play with the tequila on the counter, drawing absent minded patterns in the fiery liquid without looking. All the anger went out of him in a sighed breath. "The thing is, I wish I could show them all the bending scrolls and all the techniques, but I can't. Kian's taught me more about bending than anyone. I just wish I could return the favor." He turned tear filled eyes to the other mentor, silently begging.

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Killer Luck || Simon & Sam

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Sam shrugged, it really was nothing to brag about. He took another drink, kicking it back with a sigh, “I guess… but being alive doesn’t make me any better than anyone else. But then again, I guess the whole point of it isn’t to see who’s the better person, is it?”

Simon poured more liquor and Sam couldn’t have been more grateful. Being numb to the world sounded pretty damn good about now. He took the ice glass once more and lifted it in a mock cheer, downing it just as he had the others.

"Sponsors aren’t so tough. Just have to do a lot of schmoozing. Butter them up, tell them why your tribute will win, whatever heartbreaking story you can come up with. These people love to throw money around, you just have to learn how to be the one to catch it." Not that Sam was all that good at it. In fact that was kind of one of his weaker points. "Better hope you’re a good kiss ass, that’s all."

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"Kissing ass, huh?" Simon snorted before hiccuping. He let his head fall onto the counter next his shot glass. "Oh, spirits. They are both going to die," he moaned. He felt something in his stomach twist at the thought of their blood spilling onto the earth. He opened his eyes wide, trying to banish the image of his two tributes' faces replacing those of the corpses he'd created in the games last year. Shaking his head he brought himself forcefully back to the conversation at hand. "The only thing I am worse at than kissing ass is keeping out of trouble." He sighed and picked up the frozen shot glass again for one more tequila shot. He was well over his limit, but he didn't care.

"What do you think the chance of K--them getting as lucky as I did?" He turned mournful eyes to the air mentor in front of him.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Simon’s eyes lit up at the prospect of exploring the newly bared skin.

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Hearing Kian moaning his name made Simon's member start to swell, but he wanted to draw this out and make it last. If he only got one night with the tribute, he wanted to enjoy it. He worked his knee in between Kian's thighs, giving the younger man something to work against even as Simon teased his nipples with tongue and the tiniest bit of tooth. He moved to laving the boy's ribs. They were a bit pronounced, giving Simon plenty of room to work in the indents between them, sweeping the flat of his tongue over the curves and ridges before prodding the boy's side with the tip. It was difficult to say if Kian was ticklish, but he was obviously sensitive, judging by the trembling, twitching muscles Simon's sensitive tongue could feel.

He moved back up to nibble at Kian's collarbone, sucking lightly. He wanted to mark him up, but assumed it wouldn't be appreciated by the tribute. He pushed his disappointment about that down, instead licking at the dip of Kian's neck. The taste of the tribesman danced across his tongue and he relished it, slurping loudly.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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He let himself be pulled down over the younger man, head resting over the beating of his heart, trying to pace his breathing to the rhythm.

"Well, that’s what the root of it was, but honestly? It’s embarrassing." He smiled sadly. "I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough with you for today. Perhaps…." He dragged the fingers of his left hand down Kian’s stomach suggestively, smile turning wicked. "Perhaps I should start redeeming myself."

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Kian moaned softly, chuckling lightly as he arched beneath Simon. “You haven’t embarrassed yourself that much,” he mumbled as his hands gripped the other man’s shoulders tightly. “But I wouldn’t be adverse to you trying to redeem yourself…”

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Simon's eyes lit up at the prospect of exploring the newly bared skin.

After a moment's consideration, he decided to begin at the top and work his way downward. He turned his head from the tribute's heartbeat. The nipple in front of his face was appealing. He probed it cautiously with the tip of his tongue, looking for a positive response. He grinned when he got one, and probed the nub with more abandon, before suckling lightly. He released it for a moment to blow cool air across to make both nipples stiffen. He moved on.

Kissing Kian's sternum, he shifted his weight in order to free both of his hands. One went to the tribute's hip, thumb rubbing over the curve of his hip, just barely dipping under the waistband of his pants occasionally. The other he slipped beneath the tribesman to stroke his lower back. He lost himself in the feeling of silky smooth skin under his fingertips and the salt of the boy's sweat on his tongue.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Kian chuckled softly against Simon’s skin, nuzzling lightly against the scar before pulling away. “You know, as a general rule, whenever someone starts a statement with ‘would you believe’ I don’t believe.” He bit his lip, leaning forward to press his lips to the mentor’s in a soft kiss. “But if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay.”

He laid back once more, slowly, pulling Simon back on top of him.

He let himself be pulled down over the younger man, head resting over the beating of his heart, trying to pace his breathing to the rhythm.

"Well, that’s what the root of it was, but honestly? It’s embarrassing." He smiled sadly. "I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough with you for today. Perhaps…." He dragged the fingers of his left hand down Kian’s stomach suggestively, smile turning wicked. "Perhaps I should start redeeming myself."

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Kian coudn’t help but laugh again, leaning forward to give Simon a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back once more. “I find that hard to believe, actually,” he murmured as he grasped the hem of his own shirt and pulled it off without incident. “I bet everyone calls you adorable and cute and sexy as hell.”

Kian wrapped his arms around Simon’s neck loosely once more, slowly letting his hands rift over the other’s bare shoulders lightly. He found the scar on the man’s shoulder, his fingers playing over it lightly. “What’s this from?” he asked, his voice soft.

He suspected that it was from Simon’s Games, but he didn’t want to ask that specifically. He didn’t want to think of the Games right now; for the first time since stepping forward at the reaping, he didn’t feel scared. Talking about the Games would probably ruin that.

To take his mind off the Games once more, he leaned forward and kissed the along the scar lightly.

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Simon twitched slightly, at the strange sensation of fingers drifting from skin to scar tissue and back. No one had touched it before and it was a unique feeling, dragging shivers from him.

Kian's question made him hesitate. Most of the time he didn't think about it. The first few months at home had been a rough time and most of it was a bit of a haze. He had to think for a minute about what to tell him. The full story would probably be disconcerting to the boy as he was going into the arena.

"Would you believe me if I said I'd been defending my honor?" Simon batted his eyes at Kian. He full out shuddered as lips met his shoulder, his hands coming up to rest on the tribute's shoulders, fingers tightening as he whimpered.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Kian closed his eyes, letting out a breathy sigh as he arched at Simon’s fingers on his spine. He was pleasantly surprised by the warmth of the man’s touch, and he definitely wanted more. He actually whined when he felt Simon pulling away, blinking open his eyes to pout at the mentor, though it immediately turned to a smile when he saw Simon start to take off his shirt.

And then Kian started to laugh when the mentor got stuck in his shirt. He didn’t mean to laugh; Simon was just too adorable though. He squirmed slightly until he could sit up, grasping the edges of Simon’s shirt. “Stop moving,” he murmured, a chuckle still in his voice as he pulled the shirt over Simon’s head. “You’re cute.”

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Simon glared sternly at the young man in front of him when the fabric was no longer obscuring his vision.

"Lies. Dirty lies. You're lucky I like you. Never been called 'cute' so much in my life." Now that was the truth, but something about the way Kian always said it made his stomach flip in ways he knew had nothing to do with disgust and everything to do with the way his cock twitched in his pants when the tribute touched him. (And the warmth that filled his chest when Kian smiled at him, but he was trying to ignore that particular feeling, thank you very much.)

He crossed his arms and grumped for a moment. "You're not gonna leave me as the only one with no shirt on, are you?"

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Killer Luck || Simon & Sam

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"Well, you’ll have plenty of time to figure it out here, plenty of reason for shot glasses, at least." He smirked, nibbling at the more fragile edges of the ice glass.

"At least both of your tributes are here, my first one just came and just guess who gets to deal with a fugitive.” He sighed, pushing his glass towards Simon for another drink. “At least she seems capable, she’s got a shot at winning, I think. Won’t take much teaching on my end. The hard part for her will be getting her supporters during the Games… she’s not very charismatic or anything, but she’s pretty at least. She’s got that going for her..”

Sam leaned over to sock Simon’s shoulder playfully, “Come on, you won, didn’t you? Fluke or not, that’s better than most of them can hope for. And I hid for most of mine, you can imagine how much respect that’s gotten me around here…”

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Simon narrowed his eyes, not convinced. "But when you came out of hiding you were good. I remember. Your bending was top notch. You had to work to win, but nobody could say you didn't deserve to be alive. You know, after." He picked up his drink. The tequila was heating up his stomach nicely, a counterpoint to his lips, freezing where the ice burned against his mouth. He relished the sensation, running the shot glass across it again and again. At least he could still feel things.

"And I did win, you're right. I'm here and they're not. Fat lot of good it does anyone, least of all my tributes." The energy built up in the bottom of his stomach and he let it out as a bitter laugh. It was better than hitting something, and far less likely to get him in trouble.

He shook his head, still guffawing, pouring more liquor for both of them. "Sponsors. I don't know how to even start with that. Is there a, I dunno, a manual or something for first time mentors? Because I need one. Or a copy of, like, How to Keep Teenagers Alive without Getting Attached, Volume II. Something like that would be perfect."

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Nibbling slightly at Kian’s lower lip, Simon sighed happily even as a small voice in the back of his mind cursed his stupidity. He shut it up with the taste of Kian, deepening the shallow kiss to a depth he’d rarely gone, drowning in the tribute’s presence.

This was nice. He’d forgotten.

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Kian moaned into the kiss, arching slightly against Simon. This was nice; this slow build to whatever would happen. His previous encounters of this sort… Well, they had never been exactly slow, for fear of being caught. Even though the risks of being caught now were probably greater (and more punishable), it didn’t seem as frightening. 

Slowly he slipped his hands down along Simon’s chest to tug at the mentor’s shirt questioningly. 

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Simon moaned as he felt Kian's fingers sliding down his torso, the trail of warmth spiked his nerves, sending shivers down to his toes before ricocheting back. Those talented fingers tugging at his shirt made him hiss and grin.

He slid his hand under Kian's shirt, fingers tapping against his spine, feeling the vertebra and muscles under the pads of his fingers briefly before he gave in, slipping momentarily out of the tribesman's reach to shrug out of his shirt.

Or trying to. He had grabbed the hem of his shirt but somewhere between it rumpling under his arms and coming up over his head, he got...tangled. The neck caught under his elbow, or maybe it was the way his sleeves didn't slide properly against the scar on his shoulder, he didn't really know.

It was not sexy.

He growled and fumbled with the fabric, hands flailing slightly as he tried to find something to grab in order to get out of the shirt. He couldn't see Kian, but he could hear his laughter even muffled through the fabric of his shirt. He scowled, cursing.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Kian had to laugh, Simon was too adorable. He shook his head, smiling at the mentor. “I’ll say you’re pretty sexy. It’s kind of hard not to notice that. But manly men can be adorable too.”

He settled back against the couch, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck as he hummed softly into the kiss. “This is just fine,” he murmured softly, bumping his nose lightly against Simon’s cheek. “It’s perfect.”

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Nibbling slightly at Kian's lower lip, Simon sighed happily even as a small voice in the back of his mind cursed his stupidity. He shut it up with the taste of Kian, deepening the shallow kiss to a depth he'd rarely gone, drowning in the tribute's presence.

This was nice. He'd forgotten.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Kian pressed close as they kissed, humming softly as he felt the other’s fingers in his hair. He gripped Simon’s hips firmly, gently pulling the man closer… And then Simon started to giggle.

Kian pulled away just slightly, looking at the other with a raised eyebrow before just shaking his head. “You’re kinda adorable,” he muttered, his voice slightly breathless. “You know that, right?”

He dipped his head, kissing along Simon’s throat lightly as he chuckled along with the other. “I bet it’s all just a ploy,” he teased against the mentor’s skin. “Make everyone think you’re awkward and sweet and then blindside them with the kinky stuff.”

Kian thought Simon was sweet though, no matter how much he teased.

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Simon blushed, furiously, burrowing into Kian, his giggles subsiding. Finally, he thought.

"Shush. I am not adorable. I'm manly. Manly and sexy. Don't you forget it. Psshh. Not adorable."

He pressed Kian back and down into the sofa, before pulling the tribute's legs over his lap and arranging them both until they were comfortable. He leaned in close for a kiss. "Is this okay?"

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Killer Luck || Simon & Sam

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He bit off another piece of jerky and laughed, “I guess you’re right… well, considering where we are is that much of a stretch?” He eyed the icy shot glasses and smirked, “Not bad… I’ll bite.” Sam smiled, gladly accepting the shot even though he rarely had tequila. He didn’t mind it, really, but there was usually whiskey around so he always seemed to choose the latter.

He kicked back the shot with a smile, grinning once he downed it. “Damn… ice shot glasses… You’re a fuckin’ genius.” 

"My day’s been nothing special. Like I said, jerky and booze are the best parts so far. Nothing exciting. What about you?"

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Simon downed a shot, promptly followed by another. "Hah. I wouldn't say I'm a genius." He smiled sadly. "Ice sculpture is pretty much the extent of my prowess. Most of the time I can't even do it on the first try. I can create, but I can't do anything else. Not really."

He set the impromptu glass down on the counter, splashing more tequila into it.

"My day's been okay. My tributes are both here, but I haven't seen them. It makes me nervous, you know? I want to make sure they can have the best chance at survival possible. But I can't force them to work on their bending." He laughed darkly. "I can't. I can't. Maybe you could. They all saw last year's game. I'm a joke and they know it." He shook his head. "A total fluke."

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

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Kian couldn’t help but tilt his head into the touch, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes. He felt himself relax instantly, kissing the other back without thought. He slipped his arms around Simon’s waist loosely when they broke apart, dropping his forehead to rest on his shoulder.

"I don’t want stop," he breathed out with a soft chuckle, nuzzling against his mentor’s throat lightly. "But maybe… Just take it slow…"

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"Slow. I think I can do that."

He tilted Kian's head up, their lips meeting again. He moved his hand to the back of the tributes head, luxuriating in the silky strands of his hair briefly before deepening the kiss. He paused a moment to rub his nose against Kian's cheek, enjoying the closeness of another person.

He chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

The giggles. Every damn time things got serious, he got the giggles.

He leaned down, carefully lining his forehead up with Kian's collarbone, desperately trying to lessen his giggles.

"Heeheehee. I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, haha, I promise, I just," he snorted a little bit, which just made him laugh more. "I just--hah--every time! Spirits curse it! Hahaha." He turned his head, maintaining contact with Kian, just to grin at him. Stretching his neck out, he began to nibble the tribute's ear, still smiling.

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