(A/N) Hi there Haunted Hallway fans! This is it I'm afraid, the chapter I thought I'd never get around to writing - The epilogue. But, it does mean that there's more room for my new and upcoming slash stories, which, I hope you guys will read.

Alrighty, so this epilogue has two time frames, one where Jack and Jerry are eighteen (you'll see why, it's M rated but I'm not changing the rating just because of the last chapter) and a few years later, maybe three or four, when they're all officially grown up, and out of the University.

Little weird fact, I called it the University of learning, but I used "Cognita" as the latin word. No idea why, it just sounded cool.

Okay guys, last chapter, so review, review and review again! Even if you're a silent reader who's read from the beginning but never said anything, don't be afraid to speak up and let me know how I did. I'd really appreciate it if I could get 100 as a finishing point for this story. Not to mention I wouldn't be finishing this if it wasn't for the awesome support you guys gave me.

And to the reviewer (a guest called Mew, I think) who asked for epilogue smut, I hope I did a good job.

Enjoy guys, and I'll see you all soon on the next Jarry stories whenever I get around to posting them... Which knowing me could take a while. Nah, I'm kidding, it'll be a week (maybe a few days later) after I've finished my Vampire Diaries story and my Shake it up! story.

~ooOOoo~

(Two years later)

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A soft, pleasure-filled moan broke out into the room, shattering the silence as the two bodies - one pressed up against the wall, and the one holding it there - kissed each other roughly, stating their claim and invoking their bond with one another as their tongues explored the other's mouth. Jerry broke away almost deliberately, his lips, already bruised after a few minutes, whispered a trail over the soft skin of Jack's neck that he had become quite acquainted with over the years.

Jack whimpered softly as Jerry's two rows of teeth bit down on the sensitive skin on his neck, sucking where he was sure to leave a bruise. Jerry felt Jack's hand grip his face, and bring their eyes to a connecting point. There was fire in Jack's eyes, and he made sure to show Jerry how intensely it was burning, before pulling Jerry towards him and merging their lips together once more.

Before he lost himself completely in the feeling of Jack's lips against his, Jerry's hands floated downwards towards Jack's jeans, unbuttoning them and letting them slide down his legs and drop to the floor. Jack chuckled into the kiss, and hooked his arms around Jerry's neck so he could step out of his jeans. Jerry pushed them aside with his foot, and set to work on unbuttoning Jack's shirt.

In matter of seconds the shirt that clung to Jack's muscled frame was nothing more than a pile of fabric on the floor, a scrunched up grey thing which joined his jeans. Jerry continued to kiss him, completely devouring his mouth, and he couldn't suppress the urge he had to take Jack right there and then. A light blush flushed over his cheeks as his fingers trailed themselves down Jack's body, sensing how hot his skin was, and how much their insides were burning to be collided.

As Jerry pulled away for breath, Jack's hands snaked around the sides of his neck, and there was a shift in the air. The room was suddenly clouded with the lust they had for one another, and it was baring down on them, urging them forwards. The sweet and tender dynamic between them was changing rapidly, and Jack proved just how much, when he took control again, this time kissing him roughly and with no reserve.

Jerry felt Jack's hands tugging at his shirt, and he trailed his hands downwards, resting them on Jack's waist in order to give his arms more room. The shirt slid over Jerry's head with ease, tearing a small gap between him and Jack. No sooner than the fabric left Jack's fingers and they resumed their rightful place on his neck, was the gap closed once more.

Jerry moved his hands downwards once more, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans from his waistline. He kicked them aside, grabbing Jack's waist with a hunger he had never felt before, swallowing Jack's gasp in his mouth. Jerry lifted him up and thrust him onto the bed, tearing the contact between them once more. Jack eyed him from where he was splayed on his back, resting on his elbows.

Little tease. Jerry grinned, coming to the foot of the bed so he could lean over Jack's body. His lips attached themselves to his again, kissing him slowly and gently, a huge contrast to the ministrations that had gotten them both this far. As he pulled away, he watched Jack's kiss-swollen lips part, and the hunger in his eyes intensify. Jerry's world tumbled and his heart drummed in his chest as Jack's arms pinned him to the mattress, and rolled on top of him.

Jack chuckled again, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth. Jerry ran his fingers up Jack's arms, feeling him shudder in pleasure. Both of them were aroused, desperately wanting each other, so it was a complete mystery to Jerry why they were both prolonging it. Without warning, Jack's teeth latched onto his throat, biting and sucking at the skin. Jerry gasped in a mixture of pain and surprise, and tangled his hand into Jack's hair. Damn did he know what to do with that mouth of his.

Taking control, Jerry flipped both their positions, and smashed their lips together in an explosive display of passion, losing the last articles of clothing somewhere along the way. Jack moaned and writhed underneath him, and Jerry's arousal, which gone unnoticed for some time, was beginning to get painful. He wanted Jack, and he needed to have him, or if not him, then release. Jerry broke away from the kiss to speak.

"Want to get under the covers?"

Jack nodded, and the pair reluctantly untangled themselves from each other, and covered themselves under the sheets, throwing the small pillows on the floor. Jerry resumed his position over Jack, gently stroking his hair.

As he bent down to kiss him, Jack's arousal became apparent, and instead of their lips meeting, their eyes did, paralleling each other. Jack was granting permission for whatever Jerry was asking, and Jerry was asking permission to do what Jack was granting him.

"Are you sure you want this Jack?" He whispered. Jack's fingers gently grabbed his face, and brought it in full-view of his hypnotizing eyes. Time had changed Jack's face considerably, making him more beautiful than Jerry had thought possible, but time could never alter the emotions he saw in those eyes. The eyes that he'd seen fill with fear, joy, rage, anger and sadness. They were truly the windows into Jack's extremely complicated soul.

"I'm sure." Jack sounded positive, resolute as his voice brought Jerry back into their current position. There were no barriers between them, and except the fine fabric of their clothes, nothing was holding either of them back, except Jerry's nerves. He couldn't pinpoint why he was nervous though, he just couldn't. Jerry wasn't even sure if the feeling swirling away in the pit of his stomach was nerves, but anticipation leading up to the very thing he and Jack had wanted for years. It was their time now, and it never felt more right.

He dropped a tender kiss onto Jack's forehead. "I don't want to hurt you." He whispered, pressing their heads together.

"I'm not that fragile ghost boy who needed help anymore, Jerry." Jack whispered back, some kind of unknown fire smoldering in his eyes.

"I know." Jerry knew probably more than anyone that Jack didn't need any help. He was possibly the strongest person he knew, in terms of mental strength and emotional ties. Jack had suffered through things people could scarcely imagine, things that Jerry himself thought was a mere story until he delved deeper and deeper, revealing the darker side of the world he was now fully aware of.

Placing a chaste kiss on Jack's lips, Jerry settled himself between his legs, looking into Jack's eyes for any sign he wanted to stop. Jack's gaze was giving him the green light, and so Jerry pushed against Jack's entrance, hesitating because he didn't want to hurt him. As he pushed himself further inside, Jack's muscles began to clench around him. A sharp intake of breath made Jerry completely still.

"Are you alright?" He asked hurriedly in concern as Jack's breathing became strained and his face was clenched with pain.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He nodded feverishly, biting hard into his lower lip. His rapid breathing was betraying everything he was trying to hide. Jerry leaned his hips back to pull out of Jack in order to deliever a smoother thrust, but his whimpers of pain were hindering him. As much as it was clear that both males wanted it, Jerry couldn't go through with it, if it meant hurting Jack. He had, had enough hurt and pain in his life already.

"Jack are you sure you're okay?" Jerry looked him in the eyes, and he saw brief flashes of pain now and then. "We don't have to-"

"No, I'm fine." Jack told him firmly, reinstating his arm's gentle lock around his back, the pads of his fingers pressing against his shoulder blades.

Jerry nodded hesitantly. "As long as you're sure." Jerry continued his previous movement of his hips, but didn't fully remove himself from Jack's body. He pushed into him again, and a cracked moan of pleasure spilled from his lips. A delectable moan of his name that was so sweet, Jerry could have sworn it was the essence of honey.

"Jerry..." Jack's body relaxed into the bed, eyes fluttering closed as Jerry began thrusting in and out of him, groaning as he realised how much he needed release. If his was this painful, he didn't want to imagine what Jack would have been feeling like.

Jack. His name even sounded like heaven when Jerry thought of it. As of now, his eyes were closed, and gorgeous sounds slipped from his mouth as the pain began turning itself into pleasure. Each one of Jerry's thrusts brought them both more, closer to the brink. Jack's eyes darted open and he reared up and kissed him furiously, running his hands all over Jerry's back as their tongues delving together in each others mouths.

Jerry felt himself getting closer and closer, so he took Jack into his hand, and began working him in time with the steady rhythm he'd created. Jerry moaned in pain and very nearly halted his movements as Jack's teeth sunk into his shoulder. For a split second, Jerry was worried he'd hurt him, but the vibrations of the moan tickling his shoulder told him otherwise. Jack gently eased his teeth out of the dents his teeth had made, and he kissed the spot where he'd bitten, and trailed his lips over to Jerry's, up his throat, skimming over his cheek, before connecting with the pair that they were meant to be with.

They were both getting closer and closer, Jerry could feel it in the way Jack would shake against him, or the sounds from him that he would drink in because both of them were too stubborn to break contact with each other. The pause between them to take in air was almost microscopic, but Jack let his body fall backwards due to the intense pleasure he was feeling, and Jerry couldn't exactly blame him.

Jack suddenly started convulsing underneath him, and their releases hit them at virtually the same moment, with no warning. Jerry hissed in pain as Jack lurched upwards with a gasp and his nails tore ten slashes down his back. Jerry felt his body being pulled downwards as Jack flopped back down onto the mattress. They just laid there in their shared state of bliss, naked and enjoying the feeling of their sweating skin touching. Jerry was the first one to break the peacefulness.

"That was-"

"Amazing?" Jack finished for him, bringing their lips together in the aftermath of their simultaneous releases.

A sudden jerk in Jerry's body startled him, but not enough to move. It didn't feel painful, it felt amazing. Jerry could feel his soul being pulled out of his body, towards the person he had been born to love. It was an all-consuming feeling that was leaving him dizzy, but he refused to break the kiss between them. Jack's lips and their unique taste was just too addicting. Jack was his drug, and he was definitely addicted.

Jerry whimpered from the sudden loss of contact, and opened his eyes to search for the body he was entangled with. Jack eyes also opened, and Jerry didn't miss the beautiful blue shade that faded from them. He could feel some sort of magnetic pull between them both, making Jerry feel like their souls merged.

"What was that?" He asked Jack, breathy from a mixture of his explosive release he had yet to calm down from, and surprise over the new-found feelings in his body.

"I'm still technically a ghost, so I'm a soul." Jack smiled, pressing his forehead up to Jerry's once more. He placed a tender kiss on his lips, which made Jerry want more, but Jack didn't and that made him frustrated. But the next four words Jack spoke, filled Jerry with a happiness so strong it was overwhelming.

"And you're my soul mate."

~Kickin' it~

(Seven years later)

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"Ow! Fred, stop it!" A child's voice yelled, breaking the peaceful birdsong of the morning. Jerry Martinez frowned, creasing his eyebrows as he felt the bed shift next to him. Jack was always an early riser, and Jerry suspected him having to get up at insanely early hours to go and work underground in a damp, smelly mine practically a hundred years go had something to do with it.

He pushed himself up to lay on his side, propping his head on his palm. Jack was quietly reading a book. He chuckled and put it down. "They're up, the little monsters."

"I swear we never get lie-in's anymore." Jerry complained, shifting himself to sit up against the headboard. His clothed leg brushed against Jack's bare one, and Jerry found himself thinking about how much he'd changed over the years. He had adapted to the present-day exceptionally quickly, and he wasn't so shy anymore. In fact, he wasn't shy anymore, and he loved teasing Jerry when he never wore clothes to bed. Sometimes, Jerry wondered if Jack was doing it on purpose, or if it had just become a habit.

Jack chuckled and put the book down on his bedside table, shuffling closer to him, a smirk on his perfectly defined face. Jerry had to admit, time had been extremely kind to him, and he had barely changed in terms of appearance. "Hey, it was your idea to get two boys, we could have gotten a girl. Maybe we'd be able to sleep for once." Jack playfully poked him in the chest.

Jerry smiled as he remembered when he and Jack had talked about adopting. It had turned out to be a good choice to make in the end, and they were granted permission to take care of two beautiful little boys, but there was always the issue of bullying occurring to them because they didn't have a "normal" family.

But Jack had quite literally knocked some sense into him, which was ironic, because he was the one who was deeply bothered by homophobia and discrimination. Jerry didn't see why anyone could have any problems with them though, they were both beautiful, and sweet kids, but they were a formidable pair of practical jokers between them.

Harry was usually the mastermind, scheming behind his emerald-green eyes while his brother, Fred, usually went along with the ride, as well as adding a few tidbits to the pranks. Jack usually made a joke that they were born on April 1st, otherwise known as April Fool's day. Ironically, it was their favourite day of the year, next was their birthday, then Halloween, and then Christmas.

"But you went along with my idea, so you are just as guilty, mister." He brought himself back to the conversation, and smiled tenderly at Jack. He gently tugged on his arm, bringing them both to face each other. Jack smiled and they both leant in to kiss each other. Jerry's vision blurred momentarily, and their lips were almost touching when-

"Dad?"

"Really!?" Jerry almost cursed as he felt two little weights gather on their bed.

"Don't you two ever knock!" Jack complained, not facing his sons as he flopped down on the bed in annoyance. "Sheesh!" He blew out a breath and pulled the bed covers over his chest, snuggling into them. Jerry chuckled, Jack always got annoyed whenever their personal time was interrupted, and he had almost been on the verge of unleashing his "spirit fury" on Fred and Harry, it was lucky for them they were only about to kiss and were both still clothed...

Well, one of them was.

"Jack, they're our kids, they never knock." Jerry pointed out. Fred and Harry's poker faces suddenly perked up with huge grins, and they waved perkily at him. He rolled his eyes, knowing full well they weren't always the little angels they made themselves out to be. Jack had often made a joke that if they had halo's, they wouldn't be around their heads, but hurtling towards the center of the Earth.

"Point taken." Jack tugged the bed sheets over his head. Jerry smirked, and eyed Fred and Harry as they sat on the end of the bed. He raised an arm over Jack's covered form, and smirked at them. They nodded like army men, and then like two pit bulls, they leapt on Jack's covered back.

"Ow!" He yelped as they started hitting him. "Hey, hey! Man I'm glad we didn't get a dog." Jerry chuckled. Jack's head popped up from under the covers, and they stopped, coming to sit on his knees.

"What do you two want?" Jack asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at his children.

"Why do you always-" Harry began, but Jack cut him off.

"Because whenever Jerry says "no" to something you always come and find me."

"We just want breakfast." Fred pouted, rubbing his stomach.

"But it's-" Jerry watched, stifling his laughter as Jack pretended to sleepily grab the clock on his nightstand and look at it. "-Eight in the morning..." He said in a tired-sounding voice, dropping down onto the mattress stomach first, his arms and head dangling off the edge.

"And we're hungry." Harry whined.

"Okay, fine." Jack gave over. "Jerry, go and make 'em some pancakes or something." His muffled voice demanded.

"Why me?" Jerry asked.

"Because I'm tired." Jack said. Jerry really knew that was code for the fact he had no clothes on. He rolled his eyes and pulled back the bed covers, making sure to tangle Jack back up in them, and stood up, peering at Jack's awkwardly sprawled body. Jerry had absolutely no idea how he found laying like that even mildly comfortable.

"Oh, so long as it's fair!" Jerry eyed him sarcastically, knowing full well he was smirking while their eyes were averted. "Come on kids." He motioned, and they bounded eagerly along after him. Jerry smirked as he now knew a trick to get them to start doing their homework: Bribe them with pancakes.

He led them down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Jerry walked over to one of the higher cupboards - it was Jack's idea so they didn't sneak food in the night, but they still found a way around it - and pulled out a packet of pancakes. He would have made them real ones, but they didn't have any eggs, they had been used up last week for Fred and Harry's bake sale at their school.

Jerry walked over to the countertop, ripping the pancake packet open with his teeth, and placing it on the side. He flicked on the plug socket, and the microwave lit up with a bright yellow light. Jerry pushed the large button at the bottom, and the door sprang open. He put about eight pancakes in, deciding to give them four each. He set the time to a minute, and pressed the start button.

"Dad?" Harry asked him.

"Yeah?" Jerry walked back over to the cabinet, and put the pancakes on the top shelf.

"Do you and Jack love each other?" He stood still at that question, before slowly closing the cupboard, and coming face to face with his sons. It was a bit of a peculiar question to ask, since they had seen them curled up in bed together, or whenever they all watched a movie downstairs.

"Yeah, course we do." Jerry smiled at them. "Why?" He asked, keeping a close eye on the spinning pancakes in the microwave. He grinned as he remembered how fascinated Jack was by it when he'd first saw one, because he had only seen him bake pancakes by hand, and that was all the way back when they were still at the University of Cognita. Absent-mindedly, he found himself wondering if Milton still had his job there, as a Science Professor, and then he thought of Eddie, what was he up to these days?

"Well, people at school only have one Dad." Harry told him. Jerry didn't have the heart to tell them they were both adopted yet, although he thought they knew sometimes. He decided he'd leave those type of things for when they were fifteen at least.

"Then you're both special." Jerry said. The microwave pinged as the timer fell to 0:00, and Jerry bent down to get two plates out of the cupboard. He put them on the side, and pushed the button on the microwave, catching the door before it swung back too much and damaged the tiles. He dropped four pancakes onto each plate.

"Here you go, little monsters." He borrowed Jack's nickname for them, and handed them a plate each. They licked their lips hungrily, high-fiving each other. They ran happily towards the stairs, thundering up them. "Don't make a mess in your beds!" He called after them.

"We won't." Harry's head poked over the banister, the outside of his mouth already littered with crumbs.

"Which always means you will because I can always find breadcrumbs afterwards." Jerry told him, chuckling.

"It's not us!" Fred's head popped up as he defended his brother.

"Oh really?" Jerry folded his arms and grinned as his sons looked guiltier and guiltier by the minute. "Then who was it? Hansel and Gretel?" He chuckled. Fred and Harry looked at each other, one head looking up, the other looking down. They shot upstairs, and a bedroom door closed.

Heavy footsteps banged down the stairs, and Jack appeared in the hallway, dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and a loose shirt. He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Jerry almost laughed at how dishevelled Jack's hair was - he looked like he had literally been dragged through a hedge backwards, or that he'd stuck his tongue in a plug socket - and then blushed knowing some of it was his fault from last night.

"Finally clothed I see?" Jerry teased him with a grin once he stood in the kitchen.

"Oh shut up." Jack smirked back, trying to finger-comb his hair to a reasonably tame-able mess. "What was that about?" He asked, catching his fingers on a very stubborn knot. He yanked his appendages through, and winced as thin strands of hair came out in his hands.

It took Jerry a minute to realise he was talking about his earlier conversation with Harry and Fred. "You heard that?"

"Yep. Pretty cool, huh?" Jack grinned. "Try not to worry about it. If anyone picks on them, we can invite them over after school, and they can have a nice little "chat" with me." The airquotes around "chat" were implied with a slightly threatening tone. Jerry knew Jack would carry one out if he made them.

"And that would consist of...?" Jerry asked, making a gesture for Jack to elaborate further.

Jack's expression turned stoic, and then in the blink of an eye, Jerry was faced with a demon he'd only seen once in his entire life. It was the one who'd tried to burn down the school and take revenge on the innocent people of the present day. It's - he never liked associating it with Jack, even though he knew they were one in the same - eyes were still the chilling blood-red, and the same demonic roar spilled from it's mouth, frightening Jerry to his core. If he, a grown man, was scared, he knew any little kids would have nightmares for weeks.

"Jeez don't do that!" Jerry lightly backhanded him on the arm, watching it's face contort back into Jack's. It felt reassuring to know Jack loved his children enough to become the demon inside himself which he swore he'd never be again.

"You just asked what I'd do, I responded." Jack explained with a shrug, walking past him to go and get some cereal.

Jerry smiled devilishly, and wrapped his arms around Jack's waist before he completely passed him. "Don't make me tickle you." He whispered in his ear.

"Don't make me blast you into a wall." Jack retorted, and Jerry grinned at the memory, although a light blush flushed in his cheeks. "Okay, to be fair, you had that coming." Jack turned around in his arms, and wrapped his arms around Jerry's neck.

"I was only trying to wake you up!" Jerry protested. It wasn't his fault Jack was a heavy sleeper on weekends and was easily startled.

"Exactly." Jack's eyes glowered as he smiled. Jerry smiled back, gently prodding and tracing Jack's lips with his finger. He tilted his chin up with two fingers, and kissed him softly. Jack's hands immediately flew up to fist his hair, intensifying the kiss between them. Jerry knew that if they weren't in the kitchen - well, there was actually nothing to stop them - clothes would be flying there and then.

"I love you." Jerry whispered as they broke away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against Jack's.

"I love you too." Jack whispered back, and Jerry knew in that moment, nothing could be more perfect. They a great house which was affordable, two crafty sons, their friendships with Eddie and Milton still lasted, and they had each other. Forever and always.

"Hey!" Jerry looked up at the ceiling as plaster began to rain down on his head and the peaceful air was shattered. Fred and Harry must be chasing each other. He thought. I wonder who took who's pancake this time. He snuck a glance at Jack, who was trying desperately to stifle his laughter. "Harry, that's my pancake." Fred howled above them, and then the sound of skin on skin could be heard.

"Kids..." They muttered with a mutual chuckle accompanying them.

~Kickin' it~

(A/N) Well, that's it I'm afraid guys. Remember to review with your thoughts, and I'm sorry if the ending sucked, it was supposed to be one of those close everything off type ones, and then something happens which leaves it interpretable to each individual.

Bye guys, see you soon!