I'm sorry for such sissy updating!

In exchange, here's the longest chapter of written thus far in my fanfiction career XD

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Ralph and Jack stood there for a moment, basking in the cool weather of Liverpool's night. A breeze ruffled their drying pants and Jack made a small noise in the back of his throat. Something like a mix of a groan and sigh. Impatient, the red head's fingers returned to Ralph's chin and lifted his head up so they could make complete eye contact. Jack bent down, smiling as his prey tried vainly to squirm away again only to be trapped fiercely by the savage's body. Their lips touched, this time with much more pressure. Ralph struggled to push away but Jack simply grabbed his wrist and slammed it onto the garage door. The blonde squeezed his lids shut fiercely, trying to block out the whole moment but Jack kept his eyes wide open.

His knee came up in between Ralph's legs and pushed upwards. Falun broke the kiss with a gasp, returning to reality and cursing Jack colourfully, glaring down at his thigh. The red head chuckled and tried to keep his composure as the alcohol in his system drowned his blood cells and caused the ground to tilt a little. The thrill it brought on was amazing.

"Look at me," he whispered, tracing a finger over his prey's cheekbones. Ralph did not comply. Jack repeated his statement, harsher this time. "Look at me now."

"Get away from me," the blonde growled, finally looking up again. He hadn't realized just how tall Jack really was till then. The red head towered over him for at least 5 inches. It was slightly intimidating, but he refused to let it bother him. "Why can't you just leave me alone…?"

That question was sourly agitating Jack. He frowned, eyes growing more morbid, buried under shadows. "I don't want to."

"That's stupid," Ralph continued. Piggy's image flashed in his mind and he just got madder. "You're so stupid, Merridew! You just can't let go of anything! You're insane and a monster!"

"And a bloody, bloody thief?"

Ralph paused, his next rant clogged in his throat, and he blinked, with a perplexed face, at his hunter. Jack's body was coldly still and silent. And even though the blonde felt a pang of relief, it soon disappeared as the situation began feeling more foreboding then before. He couldn't see the monster's visage properly in the darkness, but he could sense those now dead blue eyes, washed away and dimming, on him. Not to mention what he'd said…it poked at something in Ralph's distant memories.

"It's what I am, right? You said it yourself." The red head hissed, and he scrunched up his nose, conjuring a menacing smile.

"Cause you stole Piggy's glasses…"

The savage bent down and kissed the boy ravishingly, sharp teeth tearing the pink flesh of Ralph's lips and the former Chief winced at the pain, tasting the salty ginger mixed with their battling tongues. Jack's mouth moved to the right earlobe and down to well-wired neck, his hungry grazes forming angry crimson lines on the well-peach skin. Ralph made a move to push away but an animalistic gnarl stopped him and he let Jack pull on his collar to reveal more from his set shoulders. The beast hummed and trailed a hand under the blonde's shirt. Ralph shivered at the icy touch and wished, again, for this moment to just disappear, to detach himself from this body, to be anywhere but here, under Jack's thumb, perhaps forever.

"Agh…" Merridew lurched forward suddenly, as if shoved viciously, and for a shocking moment, Ralph wondered if Henry had come out, seen the scene and defended his former Chief. If he had, he was in for a serious beating cause Jack had looked about ready to kill anyone a few seconds ago. But when the blonde raised his head and saw no one there, he gasped and watched as the hunter jerked forward again and seemed ready to just topple over right then and there. Ralph had a sense of what was coming next and frantically tried to squirm out of Jack's arms, but he didn't have to resist for long as the hold on him thinned considerably. Merridew seemed preoccupied with something else. Like throwing up.

Ralph had to jump back to the side, missing the puke by a few inches and twisting his face in disgust at the yellowish green blob that had slid it's way up Jack's throat, out his swollen mouth and onto the clean, black pavement of the drive-way. The smell was intoxicating.

"For the love of!" Ralph crooned loudly and watched as the teenager fell to his knees, his strong body shaking as another wave of nausea hit him like a boulder and he went about blowing more chunks. "Jesus Christ!" Ralph's hand shot out to block the stench from entering his nostrils any further. Jack was breathing hard now, red hair stuck to his sweating face, one hand clutching his chest and the other seemingly trying to dig into the hard concrete.

"U-Ugh…" the savage tried inching forward but his puffed out cheeks indicated more of the rancid spew was coming. Ralph's legs moved before his mind registered what he was doing, and paler arms then his hunter flashed out and caught Jack's body as he fell to the side. He didn't seem to respond at all, moaning instead, as the blonde cradled him, letting him barf out whatever was left before stilling him gently.

"Christ, Jack," Ralph condemned, eyes droopy at the sight of the mess. He most certainly couldn't leave it there. And he couldn't leave Jack either though it served him right!

Softly, more kindly then the savage deserved, Ralph set him down onto the cool ground and stood up. Jack wasn't moving, only the slight twitch of muscle under his cheek and the heaving chest indicated he was still alive, but the boy's normally sun-tanned face was white and hollow, eyelids shuttered. In an instant, the normally confident, pompous beast resembled a lost puppy, weak and vulnerable. This image shook Ralph and he knew it would be burned into his memory, like every other memory he had of Jack Merridew.

The blonde ripped his eyes away from the sight and rushed to the front door. As he came to position himself inside the house's shadow, he wondered vaguely if Henry would still answer him. The boy's large brown eyes had been filled to the tip with fear and resentment at the sight of the ungodly savage. But he'd looked semi-determined when Ralph had shooed him away. He was certain that the littleun would just get hurt somehow, or worse, see Jack come onto Ralph like that in a compromising way that would leave awkward questions littering the younger teenager's mind. The blonde was not ready to face that. He himself wasn't even ready to face the boiling heat that blazed in his gut when Jack had touched him.

Taking the risk, Falun breathed in and out, then knocked on the smooth surface softly, almost hoping Henry didn't hear or was upstairs, hiding away. Ralph doubted it. And his doubt prevailed this time. Not after the first two knocks, did the door swing open and Henry's still frilled form step out, his face pulled tightly in anger. When he saw who was actually standing in front of him however, his whole body deflated like a balloon and the iron pipe in his hand clattered to the floor. Ralph gulped inwardly, wondering what Henry would really have had the nerve to do if the blonde had been Jack, in all his sneering glory.

"Ralph!" the brunette exclaimed quietly, making it obvious that there were people inside sleeping. Of course there were. Henry had a family. "Are you alright! What happened! I couldn't see anything!"

"I'm fine Henry…" Ralph tired to calm the nervous boy down. "It's…it's just Jack."

Henry's face was unreadable. A mix of dire confusion and uncertainty. "…Jack?"

Instead of explaining, the former Chief brought the littleun out to see the mess on his drive way. As expected, the boy caught his breathe at the sight and held the scene in front of him.

"What happened!"

"He was drunk," Ralph answered, moving away from Henry to come stand beside the crumpled and still trembling body. Not a single cool wind ruffled the trees and swept through the streets. "Puked everywhere…sorry."

"He should be the one apologizing!" the brunette snapped, narrowing his eyes to slits at Jack. All feelings of shock disappeared. "Trash! What the hell was he thinking!"

Ralph wondered if Henry would have said any of that if Jack had been standing proudly, conscience, over his own puke. The imagery was a bit humorous but Ralph didn't dare let out even a single smile.

"I gotta take him home."

"You don't have to!" Henry proclaimed, sweeping his arms over the pavement, "let's just call the cops or something! They can arrest him for vandalizing!"

Oh God, how Ralph wanted to say 'yes, yes, yes!' to that proposition. He truly and simply wanted to just leave Jack Merridew in this pathetic state, go home and sleep since he was ridiculously tired, and in the morning read about how a well-breed role-model British citizen was found like a swine in the gutter in front of a terrorized student's home. The look on Jack's face would be priceless as his status wouldn't keep him away from the prying media who would lunge themselves at his doors, wanting answers and writing lies that would tarnish his name quite quickly. The whole idea seemed amazing and juicy. Justice would be served as it should have been the many other times the Merridew family has made Jack's bullying and swindles disappear.

"You know I can't do that," Ralph said and bent down to roll the semi-awake teenager to his side after he'd reeled over on his stomach. "I gotta take him home."

"Ralph, he's Jack Merridew."

The blonde took one strong arm and threw it over his shoulder, pulling with all his might to get the red head on his feet as best he could. Jack was heavier then he looked but Ralph held steady and began a stride down the driveway, enjoying the help of the ramp shape to lead to the sleek, furnished car.

"Ralph!"

"Good night Henry," Ralph tried for a good-natured tone and a grin but couldn't fake himself to do it. Jack didn't smell a lot like his vomit but the blonde was getting sick anyways as the hot breathe hit his neck uncomfortably, smelling of something much worse than just sour alcohol. "Look at what you've done to yourself," he whispered to the corpse.

Ralph stood to think about which car he would use to get the savage home. He could use his own car to get to the household then drive back home in complete ease. But the expensive and clearly recently waxed black Toyopet perched lightly on the side glittered in mockery at him, lopsided yet impressive. Not like the blonde cared but something that valuable would be stolen in a second by any half-beat mongrel that lurked in the Liverpool streets at night. Jack would have his head for leaving it there, being the ungrateful prude that he was and all. Ralph had a feeling that even tomorrow, he would not be ready to face the hunter's wrath.

Jack's vehicle was unlocked thankfully and it was easy for Ralph to tear the back door open and finally throw the built carcass onto the glossy silk seats. He wrinkled his nose at the fresh scent of a new car and thought about how Merridew would feel when he finds his car smelling vaguely of badly gone milk. For the second time that stressful night, Ralph bit back an inappropriate chuckle. The keys were also a simple find, the shiny white keychain hanging from it while it was still jabbed into the side of the steering wheel. Ralph felt unfit sliding into the cozy seat but had to adjust to the lifestyle for a bit. Just till he got to Jack's home. Then he would dump the red head and be gone for the evening.

When he twisted the key, the car revved to life instantly and he felt a jolt of excitement course through his veins at it's powerful beating. Anyone would feel wild and crazy in such a miraculous compartment.

"Ralph…" Henry's voice seemed small and insignificant among the harsh groans of the beautiful car. But Ralph looked past his fallen hair bangs to meet the sad eyes of the littleun who didn't dare lean on the car but was close enough to see his chest and up through the side window. Ralph held his breath for a second as that ping of adventure died down, replaced with a loose guilt.

"Take care of my baby for me, k?" the blonde said quietly, hoping the brunette had heard. He gestured with his chin to the much less dazzling scruffy grey car in front of him and suddenly felt jealousy wash away guilt. Henry seemed to understand as he nodded and took another step back, probably frightened by the midnight stallion Jack had brought. Anything that savage touched seemed like devil's fire to Henry and Ralph didn't blame him.

The former Chief took his time in back out of the sidewalk and, after casting one last baneful look, slowly made his way down the dark streets of the city.

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Large and thorough chocolate brown eyes peered through the clean cut glass, trying to adapt to the darkness that enveloped the wider country-like neighbourhood sitting kindly on the outskirts of Liverpool. There were barley any lampposts stationed on the deeming concrete sidelines, and if there where, they were poorly lit, dimming only a small circumference. Ralph cursed under his breath as he felt the car jitter over something he could have seen if the short-paced headlights saw as far as they could have. The blonde wanted to shake his head in frustration but instead, wisely, kept his eyes on the road until he could see the Merridew manor over a short, steep green hill, littered with late bloomers.

As he neared the home, and suddenly a prickling sensation snaked it's way under the blonde's skin and made him shiver despite the heat enveloping inside and outside the car. The place looked abandoned and deserted though Ralph knew better, as if a dark and gloomy dusk hung over and sprinkled maleficent rain. It had a deep haunted house feeling and the spiked and curved elegance of a well-crafted and old-fashioned household didn't help.

Ralph quickly cut the engine off and the low humming came to a sudden stop, shut off non-too kindly. He pushed his door open and slide out, avoiding looking directly at the spooky mansion, and came around to the side door. When he heaved it open, Jack's groaning but nearly completely conscience body fell half out of his seat. Ralph's eyes widened and he came to put his arms under the boy's head to lift him up so he wasn't bent at such an uncomfortable angle.

"F-Fu…Jesus…" Jack moaned audibly, not really fighting back against Ralph. The boy's eyes were red and glazed, rolling to the back of his head a few times. But his arms were out, trying to balance himself in his prey's clutches. Ralph did his best to drag the stronger teenager out but Jack fell on his bottom with a grumble, knees bent and fingers grasping for a hold.

"Can you stand?" Ralph asked, grabbing those reaching hands and pulling the stumbling boy up, easing him with a stable form. Jack blinked repeatedly, as if he was twitching and squinted at Ralph with an upturned lip.

"R-Ralph?"

The blonde could practically sense the feeling of the poison coursing through Jack's nerves and emitting through his exterior body.

"Yeah. You're drunk."

Jack took his hands back and fisted them, rubbing his lids in a vain attempt to get them to work for him. But when Ralph gazed back into those sea blue eyes, they were still clouded and undiluted.

"No, I'm not," the savage crooned in a whiny way, almost, taking a step forward and stumbling on nothing. Ralph caught him but the redhead jerked away in the next instant, giving off what would normally be a glare but looked like he was squinting again.

"You are," the blonde punctured both words, trying to catch the boy's arm and steady him but this time, Merridew resisted.

"Get away from me…" he hissed. How ironic, Ralph thought with a sneer, just an hour or so ago Jack didn't want his prey out of his sight much less his clutches.

"Jack, please," this time, the blonde managed to get a hold of those set and structured shoulders, calming his hunter down and stopping his antics. "Let me help you!"

After more struggling, Jack finally just stopped, his exhaustion winning over his pride this time. Ralph allowed the teenager to lean on him as they took careful steps towards the house. Inside the porch, less light then before filtered through the small cracks on the low ceilings and Ralph felt that sense of doom forthcoming over him again. It was at this time that he wondered where Mrs. or Mr. Merridew was. If they had been at home or supervising in any way, they'd have been out there at the party, shouting at rowdy party goers to get out of their pool and to stop dirtying their clean grass and fence. If they had hired someone, that person, if they were smart enough, would have called the police halfway through the whole event.

The silence echoing against the sealed windows and the dead rooms signalled that, that was not the case. No one was here. Ralph tried to imagine coming home in the middle of the night and not having anyone there to greet him with a warm soup and milk. He pushed the cold lump in his chest away and concentrated on the task at hand.

"Help me in," Jack breathed, gulping in air now and grabbing the wall next to his door. "I wanna get to my bed…"

Well, that wasn't really the plan. Ralph wanted to jeer at the red head, let him take the responsibility of getting himself inside cause he put himself in this position and who was he to command Ralph to do something so trivial.

Then Jack looked into his prey's big burnish eyes as best he could and the blonde's anger shattered at the sad sight of his fearsome enemy. He really just couldn't leave him there like that, scatter-brained and defenceless. How could he look at himself in the mirror? What if Jack would hurt himself? Falun wanted to believe he didn't care but he did and it was unfathomable why.

"Alright," he finally replied, sighing. "Got a key on you?"

Jack shook his head, kinky loose hair flying into his face, and pointed instead to one of the three potted plants sitting perfectly assembled on one side of the porch. There were two small fir trees and a large, blooming purple flower with yellow tints on the inside. Ralph looked at the plants then looked back at Jack who furrowed his eyebrows.

"In one of the pots. I don't know which." The blonde could sense the difficulty Jack was having with just shooting that comment. He nodded and moved to the forges. Ralph didn't want to disturb their natural forms so he did his best to simply squeeze his hand past the large petals and sharp pine leaves, feeling his way through the cool soil. In the first two, he didn't get anything, red marks trailing horizontal from the firs. One the third pot, he struck luck, feeling some other creamy coldness sending messages through his fingertips. He curled his fingers around the curvy key and pulled it out swiftly but lightly.

"God, hurry up!" Jack cracked, grasping his forehead and grinding his teeth in pain. A bubbly feeling in his stomach signalled more sickness and the sweat on his body made him feel ugly and dirty. Ralph eyed his enemy with sullenness before ascending the small, carved flight of stairs back to the entranceway. He slid the key into it's hatchet, twisted his hand to the right till he heard a resounding click and the door letting itself go. Ralph pushed in slowly with his shoulder, hearing the slight screech that you wouldn't have been able to sense if it wasn't completely silent.

Jack this time took an initiative to wrap his arms around Ralph's shoulder and hoist himself from his half-fallen position. Ralph nearly toppled over by the unsuspected weight and he scoffed at Jack, but eased the boy again and stepped into the empty home, pushing the door behind closed with his free foot.

The inside was just as eerie as on the outside, and Ralph took a quick, ambiguous peek into the rooms without doors. The windows that should have shot light into the wide areas were silenced by thick, velvet curtains that the blonde could barley see if he hadn't squinted. Jack nudged the boy towards a taller, much older flight of stairs and didn't meet his eyes. The red head didn't seem to like his prey checking out his boarding at all. Ralph was just fine with this as he convinced himself he was not interested in Jack's stupid mansion.

The two boys collectedly made their way to the foot of the stairs and after a pause from Ralph, began to take basic steps up, adjusting to each other's weight thanks to the railings that the blonde desperately grasped more than a few times. The journey seemed to take forever with all trips and spills, though it only lasted around 2 minutes. Falun wondered why a staircase should even be this ridiculously long and this ridiculously furnished, with red satin carpet underneath and the walls painted an alabaster orange. Ralph tried not to gawk as he needed to remember that this home belonged to a beast and no matter how hypnotizing and inviting it was, evil had taken over and reformed it to a black hell. That evil was currently leaning from side to side, trying to clasp onto a sense of feeling and push away revulsion, making the tiring climb upwards and onto the last foot of the stair.

There, Ralph pretty much had to drag the red head down the hallway, who'd given up on his legs, which was a hassle as many doors seemed to cover both panels, each painted and carved in the same fashion.

"Merridew, where's your room?" Ralph wasn't sure why he had felt the need to whisper this.

"Room…?" Jack coughed and swallowed hot stomach acid from his throat. He shuddered and squeezed his eyes as his brain bounced against the walls of his skull. Or at least that's how it felt like to him.

"Merridew..." Ralph called in surprisingly soothing way. Jack gulped in a wad of saliva and noted to himself that he rather liked that tone in the blonde's voice.

"Ah, last door on the right," Merridew struggled to show he still had some strength but failed, tripping over his legs again. Fortunately, Falun was there to catch him.

The last door on the right didn't look any different than the other doors except that it had Jack's name carved in a plate that was screwed onto the middle and painted gold. Ralph raised an eyebrow but said nothing. After all, Jack was the 'young master' of the house. It was only natural he have such a tag. And this door, after further inspection, actually looked cared for than the other. The blonde's lips curled as he remembered his own carving of Jack's name, planted specifically on the corner of his desk, though it was more out of hatred in all sense of the word than out of respect.

Thankfully, it wasn't sealed in any way and was effortless to push open and enter. Ralph flickered on the lights but that wasn't too necessary when he looked up. He was surprised to find the wide window on the other side not only curtain-free but also wide open, letting the smell of the country inside, grass and flowers mixed into one sweet nectar. The room was large in of itself, supplied with hefty furniture from the Queen-sized bed, folded and neatly tucked, to the outstretched closet on the right side, closed and buffed. The place was also uncluttered, which struck Ralph as odd since Jack didn't seem like the neat-freak type. Perhaps a server at taken care of this. That made more sense.

"Come on Jack," Ralph pulled on the red head and, digging into the last bits of power he had, Merridew forced his muscles to obey him to move, disliking the lack of strength he had on his own body. When he'd just made it to the foot of his bed, the savage was let go of and flopped onto his nice velvet sheets like a lifeless rag doll. Ralph stretched his swore shoulders, thinking he may have twisted something as an ache etched it's way down his arm. He needed to remember to get to exercising more.

Once he'd checked himself up, Falun turned to stare down at his rival. Jack's eyes were closed but instead of being squeezed shut, they were lightly folded, his long eyelashes casting elongated shadows on his cheek. He still looked better than before but still ghastly, alveolate and placid. Ralph pondered what kind of remedy cured drunkenness or whether a good's night sleep and maybe a cup of water would do just fine. And what about hangovers? Well, the blonde didn't really plan to stay that long at all.

Ralph rested his palm on Jack's shoulders and bent down to speak into the boy's ear. "Jack, I'm going. Don't do anything stupid ok?"

There was a small grunt from the savage. Ralph took this as a response and turned to leave, the thought of how he was going to get home without using the black Toyopet worrying his frilled nerves. But clammy fingers made the decision for him. Falun stopped in abruptness and he looked down at his wrist where four strong fingers and a thumb with a chipped clinched as strong as iron. How could Jack have that much strength in him left?

Ralph wheeled to scorn Merridew and tell him off but marble blue eyes stopped his next words. From his position, face first in soft material, only Jack's right eye peeked out from behind frantic and sweat-drenched red hair. But that was powerful enough to stop the blonde. Jack was a strong man, a natural leader and a natural fear. Ralph tended to forget that.

"Don't go," Jack mumbled, but in a deep accent that froze Falun. "Just don't. Stay here."

Ralph wanted to fight, to wrench his hand away and possibly throw a kick into the redhead's gut for being so ungrateful and selfish and he didn't belong to him. But instead of wisely leaving, the blonde, too burnt out to fight back in any shape or form, fell to his knees. His wrist was released and he flopped down on the floor, parallel to Jack's body and leaned back.

"Thanks," Merridew breathed but it was too quiet for Falun to hear or care about even.

Ralph laid himself down amply on the silk carpeting and closed his eyes, sighing. He'd have to think about how his father dealt with hangovers in the morning.

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Oh wow, this took me awhile to get finished…

-sigh-

But I hope it turned out decent enough!

Thanks for staying patient guys!