I hope you like this FanFic, it's the first one I've done for Lord of the Flies. This story is set after the island, but they weren't rescued until they were about 15. Warnings: This story contains slash, sexual situations and rape. Don't like, don't read. I've tried to stay true to the characters and tell me any mistakes I've made :3
Roger was now sixteen and the island was a year behind him. He now lay on his bed in the dormitory he now shared with his old friend, Jack. Him and Jack were now back in the boy school with the rest of the choir (except Simon, of course) and Roger had no idea where any of the other boys from the island had gone.
The rain was hammering against the window outside and Roger just watched it, twiddling his pocket knife in his bony fingers. His gaze remained fixed on an indefinable spot as his thoughts entirely occupied his mind.
He heard the door begin to open and snapped out of his reverie. Pushing his long, black fringe out of his eyes, he looked up and saw Jack. Jack looked different today, his eyes looked glazed and he wasn't wearing his usual ostentatious smile.
"Problem, Merridew?" Roger asked indifferently.
"No, no!" Jack shook his head vigorously and his expression returned somewhat normal.
Jack sat down on his own bed. He left a carefully measured time before breaking the calm silence in which Roger had returned to his thoughts.
"You know… I heard something earlier." Jack said, also looking out of the rainy window.
"What'd you hear?" asked Roger, still not particularly interested in Jack's story.
"You remember R-Ralph?" Jack's voice unexpectedly shook on the name and he cleared his throat embarrassedly. Roger was taken aback by the mention of Ralph's name. He hadn't heard Jack talk about anything to do with the island since their return. This intrigued Roger. He tore his gaze away from the window and looked at Jack. Jack's eyes didn't meet his own.
"I remember him."
"Well… He died… A few months ago…" Jack took long breaths in between his sentences and talked slowly as if the words were causing him pain.
"How?"
"Apparently… Suicide. I'm just gonna…" Jack hastily got up and left the room.
Roger watched him leave. Was that a sparkle of a tear in Jack's eye? Roger was an intelligent young man now, but some things still continued to baffle him. And the relationship that had been between Jack and Ralph was one of them.
Roger remembered back to the island. Back to the last time he's seen Jack wearing that expression.
Jack and Roger were walking through the forest one hot afternoon. There was a rustle nearby and they both jumped into a crouch, holding their sticks at the ready.
To their surprise, Ralph and Piggy stepped into the clearing. Roger hissed instinctively, but Jack straightened up and addressed Ralph, ignoring Piggy's presence.
"Ralph. We're having a feast tonight. You may join us if you are hungry." Jack said without emotion.
"Are you mad? After what happened last time? You're sick. Jack, I hope you enjoy your feast." Ralph spit on the ground at Jack's feet and stormed off with Piggy struggling to keep up behind him.
Jack sat down on the ground and said nothing. Roger was about to walk off when he saw a single tear run down through the paint on Jack's face. Roger stopped for a second, then sat down beside Jack.
"Its okay, chief." Roger put his hand on Jack's leg. Jack looked up, surprised at the contact.
Roger moved closer to Jack and moved his hand higher up Jack's thigh. The woods around them seemed to go quiet and the temperature seemed to rise. Jack looked at Roger, so confused that he had forgotten to wipe the tear that now dripped off his face. Roger's hand now reached Jack's crotch and stroked his member which jerked happily at the touch.
Jack's blush was visible beneath the paint and he moved to take Roger's hand away. In a sudden and well-practised move, Roger had pinned Jack to the floor and looked down at him with a seductive smirk.
Jack just lay there stunned. The emotions running through his head were now so jumbled up, the only thing he felt was lust. Roger lowered his head and kissed Jack's neck tenderly at first, then he began to nip lightly at it with his small, sharp teeth.
Jack's dry lips tried to utter words. "Roger, no-"
"Shh…" Roger put his finger to Jack's lips.
Roger's nimble hands travelled down Jack's muscular fifteen year old frame. Jack put up no resistance and lay there helplessly as if he didn't have the power to defend against the shorter dark haired boy on top of him.
Roger's lips trailed down Jack's bare chest and down his flat stomach until he reached the tattered material covering Jack's now hard cock.
"What do you want me to do, Jack?" asked Roger in a husky voice.
"N-nothing…" Jack said reluctantly.
"I said… What do you want me to do, Jack?" Roger repeated, this time teasing Jack's entrance through the fabric.
"You win. T-touch me."
"Ask me nicely."
"Roger, just-!"
"I will if you say please."
"Please!"
And with that, Roger yanked off Jack's garment and began to relieve him. Roger looked down at Jack's face. In his pleasure, it became even more crumpled than it usually was.
"R-Ralph, I think I'm gonna-!" Jack came onto the dirty ground and just lay there for a minute.
"Ralph? … Interesting." thought Roger to himself.
Jack gathered himself then abruptly stood up.
"Never speak of this again, you hear me?" he snapped at Roger.
"I hear you, chief." Roger smirked as Jack stormed off into the woods.
Roger reminisced this event with that same smirk on his face. He never felt anything for Jack. He just saw an opportunity to take advantage and he seized it.