Brutus took Peeta’s face in his hands, his eyes running over Peeta’s boyish features with a grin. He leaned down and brushed his nose against the younger male. “You’re mine now, Peeta.” He dropped his hands away from the baker, rinsing off before he headed back into the locker room. Peeta would have his ally in the arena. He’d need a hole to use until he won.
Peeta didn’t reply to Brutus’ declaration of ownership. He knew it to be true and felt it deep within himself. He did however respond to the affectionate gesture with one of his own. Peeta leaned up, kissing Brutus on the lips as the man pulled away. Peeta rinsed himself off as well and exited the room, ignoring the stares and comments as he passed. No doubt this would cause quite a stir in the pool of victors. It would only be a matter of time till Haymitch and Effie heard what had transpired. Good. He thought. Peeta was proud to belong to a man as powerful as Brutus.