Again, just wanted to say that this is based off the 1990 movie, I am American so it makes it easier for me to write, and yes, I noticed the vocab is probably a bit larger then it should be for 16 year olds that have been trapped on an island for four years. Oh well, here you go...

Wrong: Chapter 2

"We should make some clothes," Sam said thoughtfully.

"What for," Jack looked towards where the twins were weaving twigs and vines together. They were making a tall structure to hang flowers upon, as some of the littluns insisted that "weddings" had to have flowers.

"You know, just because."

"Yeah," Eric agreed, "Everyone always wears fancy clothes."

"I don't find the need for it."

"It's just…how it's supposed to be."

"This isn't a wedding, you realize? We're done with that part of our lives. I'm bonding myself to Roger spiritually, we're not just switching rings so we can fuck our brains out and spit out some kids."

"What did you do for a week anyway," Sam glanced at Jack from beneath his eyelashes but still concentrating at the task at hand.

"Roger said we're not supposed to talk about it, it's something all of us will have to go through if we are to be bonded."

"Why didn't he then?" Eric lifted a vine and snipped through it with his sharp little teeth, then twined it around a twig.

"It's hard to explain."

"Come on."

"He says it has something to do with our…positions."

"Oh," Sam lifted an eyebrow, a little smile sneaking in.

"Don't you dare! I don't wanna hear your opinion on this."

"Wasn't going to say a word."

"I know that look, Sam."

"Just…thinking."

"Keep it that way. Anyways, Roger had some other stuff to go through. I can't tell you what he did, but I think I got the better end of the deal."

"Did you get anything to eat?"

"I told you, I can't talk about it."

"You're so unfair. What if, what if I wanted to bond myself to Eric, huh? Don't you think I'd hesitate if I didn't know the consequence?"

"Sam, if you really loved someone you'd willingly go through with it, it wouldn't matter. Besides, I doubt you are going to pick your brother as your life partner."

"Why not?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with me," Eric stood up, dusting sand from the little curls on his legs.

"Could you imagine yourself giving yourselves to each other? You'd probably end up in a mass of tangled limbs trying to find out which foot is which. Of course, you'd eventually lose feeling and you'd sit there trying to yank your own foot thinking it was the others! I think there's a name for people who are excited by themselves."

"We wouldn't be though."

"No," Sam agreed, "We're two different people."

"I don't-"

"Jack, come on," Roger suddenly appeared behind him, face streaked with red and black. "We are going hunting. Some littluns claimed to have found some large animals in a cave, and they aren't pigs. I wanna see what they are."

"What for?" he grabbed Roger's hand that was extended to him and pulled himself up, brushing off tendrils of vine and sand from his lap.

"For the feast, of course. The celebration is going to be great."

"The twins were thinking about making us new clothes for the ceremony."

"What for?" he looked towards the two identical figures standing before the ocean.

"It just seems like we should," Eric said softly, turning his head away, trying to escape Roger's intense eyes.

He shook his head and took Jack's arm in his own, leaning him back to the huts to put on the paint and get his spear.

"We're not getting new clothes, Jack, this isn't a marriage."

"That's what I told them. We can just wear our clothes, like we always do."

"Actually, I was kinda thinking we could do body paint."

"Body paint?"

"Yes, we can go naked and paint ourselves with symbols and such. Don't you think that would be more symbolic?"

"It would," he nodded, "What about the others?"

"They can go as they normally would, except maybe more symbolic face paint. But the twins, you have asked them to be in the ceremony, right?"

Jack nodded. They had come to the hut now. He opened the large, heavy door for Roger, and then followed him inside.

"They said they'd be delighted to be in the ceremony, but they want to know what they have to do."

"We'll have a secret conference with them later. We should have them painted elaborately also. But they'll still wear their cloths. It's about us, so only we should expose ourselves so fully."

"Should we though? I mean, the littluns are awfully small now."

"Not so very, and they've killed and survived on their own so long. I'm sure some nudity won't scar them for life. Sit down."

Roger grabbed a coconut shell full of blood (which was starting to congeal now actually, they'd have to replace it soon) and sat beside Jack on their mound of skins they called a bed. The routine was so average, so mediocre. Jack sat motionless while Roger carefully applied the make-up to his cheeks, trying not to flutter his eyelashes, as he knew his eyes wished to when Roger's finger trailed along the space between nose and eye.

"Are your wrists still bothering you?"

"Not that much."

"You understand that I never meant to hurt you don't you? I just got carried away."

"I know you can't control yourself in bed, it's alright."

"I'd never hurt you on any other occasion, I want you to know that, before you bond yourself to me. You're my chief."

"Roger, I know that, that's why you have always been so important to me. I trust you."

"The littluns have been talking. They say I beat you, intentionally."

"Why would they say that," Jack took the bowl from Roger and set it back on the stand constructed of various flat-shaped rocks.

"Because of the bruises and such."

"Did you ever speak against them?"

"What am I supposed to say? 'No boys, I didn't slap him around, I just held him down by the throat while fucking him?'"

Jack winced, shaking his head slightly.

"Not with such crude and…descriptive language. You could just say we were in bed when it happened."

"And they'll ask if you fell off. You know I don't communicate with them well."

"Yes, I know that. Do you want me to talk to them about it?"

"They don't need to know everything about us, Jack. They're getting old enough to take care of themselves. Some don't even show up for days at a time. You know some of them are probably doing the same thing we are."

"I don't want to think about that. Are they waiting for us?"

"I told them to give me a half-hour. Why, is something wrong?"

"No, you just look like you needed to be held. Come here."

Jack reached for Roger, as he lay back against the wall, careful not to put his full weight against it. Truly, Roger was quite strained and tired. After four days of preparation, it played a toll upon his body. He allowed himself to rest a cheek on Jack's chest as the smaller boy rubbed his back soothingly.

"Jack, I think I miss being a child."

"You mean just hunting and playing all day?"

"Yes. The early days were so much better."

"We can still do those things, you know. The bonding will be over in a few days. The only difference is we'll have each other."

"It won't be. We have no one to hunt."

"No one? Don't you mean nothing?"

"No, I mean a person. I can't explain it Jack, but I got such a rush from the hunt."

"I know what you mean. The idea that a person's life rested in your hands…"

"Yes," Roger sat up, looking into Jack's eyes that glistered in the darkness of the room, "You know exactly what I mean, that's why I chose you. Do you remember it, Jack? The look in his eyes, how his blood tasted on your hands?"

"I remember how his blood tasted on your hands. I remember licking it off and knowing I loved you. I remember watching you lift the spear and drive it through his heart. And I remember just thinking you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen."

"Pigs are not a challenge anymore. I miss hunting humans."

"We can't do anything about it though. The littluns and the other biguns are dedicated to us. We could never do such a thing to them."

"I know." Roger wetted his lips briefly, swung a leg over Jack, and straddled him, grabbing his wrists in his hands. He held them against the wall. "I need violence. Sometimes I just wanna grab a littlun and slit him from throat to navel. I need a change, I'm too restless."

"I can tell, you're getting rougher," Jack sighed, turning his head to the side. Sometimes, even he couldn't take those eyes. "What do you need?"

"I don't know, really, I don't know."

"Will you have to leave me to get it?"

"I might."

"You, you could slap me around, if you really needed to."

"I can't. I'd never hurt you."

"Intentionally."

"Intentionally," Roger agreed.

Jack lifted his head, pressing lips gently to Roger's, though he resisted. He gave in after a moment, accepting the gentle kiss.

"Come on, the littluns are probably getting impatient."

TBC

Sidenote: Everyone should see my background I made, isn't it cute. Yes, this is known as boredom.

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