Disclaimer: No owning around here. Yup Yup. Well. Half of this I was insanely happy though (Maurice and Robert) and the other half I was myself. Happy Valentine's Day to Roger and Eric. (Hehe. They got my Valentine's frustration taken out on them) So… erm… Read it and tell me what you think. Oh and PS: Don't read it if you don't like slash.

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The rain stopped as the Ralph and Jack fell back to sleep. The boys were farther apart than they had been, too tired to think about where they lay as they fall asleep. They were facing away from each other, not even their backs were touching, like Samneric's were before.

It was a good thing, too. As soon as the storm broke and the sun came out, showing morning, Eric had peeked into the cave. He knew Jack would be asleep. Jack had steadily woken up later in the day, with Ralph in there with him. Eric sighed. He'd secretly hoped the two were touching.

Had they been touching, hugging, anything that made them seem like a couple, he could go to Roger for comfort. He'd give himself to Roger, again. He'd beat himself for Roger. But Roger wanted Jack.

Eric had to tell him that nothing was going on with Jack and Ralph.

Eric sighed and walked out of the cave, and was met by Maurice and Robert. Maurice, always ready to talk, said, "Is the Chief up yet?"

The twin jumped, surprised he wasn't being scolded. "No. Neither of them are."

Maurice grinned to Robert as Eric walked away. "The two of them shouldn't stay up so late. Dancing and who knows what else."

Robert giggled. Eric looked angry as he stormed off, to the place he knew he'd find Roger.

There wasn't love on the island. Not real love, not like what a parent feels for a child. When a child isn't loved, he goes twisted, it seemed. At least in Eric's eyes. He couldn't think of a biggun on the island that was still normal by British standards.

Every boy of high rank had a boy in lower rank as his plaything.

Like Jack had Ralph. Maurice had Robert. Roger had Eric.

Eric kept walking until he got to the shore. There was a cave on the outside of the island. You had to walk on the very small path that was mostly sand, and during high tide, you couldn't walk there at all.

But about five minutes from the start of the path, there was a cave a few feet deep. A perfect hide out for one or two people. Eric knew Roger hung out here, but was still slightly surprised to see the boy, curled up in a ball at the back of the cave, where the tide would never reach him, sleeping.

Roger hated to sleep around people. He shook when he slept. Eric didn't know why. Maybe he was cold… or scared. Eric wanted to touch him, to stroke the tan shoulder, to tell Roger it was okay. He wanted to say, "Jack doesn't like Ralph… not like I like you…"

But he could never be that bold, not even while the other was sleeping. Eric decided not to wake him. He sat, facing out to sea, and watched the waves play with his feet, hearing soft murmurs Roger made in his sleep, behind him.

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Maurice was getting impatient. It's not that he was jumping at the idea of building Jack a hut, but he didn't like waiting, once he decided to do something. Robert, next to him, was just looking bored.

"Let's just go wake him, Reese." Robert laid back on the ground, angling his head so he could still see the front of Jack's cave.

"And have him kill us? No way."

"Kill us for what?"

"For disturbing him and Ralph, stupid." Maurice shook his head, his hair flying everywhere. "People don't like to be disturbed when they're doing things like that."

"You don't know they're doing things like that."

"Do so. Why else would they sleep in the same cave?"

Robert sat up again, sighing. "All the rest of us slept in the same cave last night. And what about flat mates, eh? Remember. Guys live together all the time."

"Poofs."

"You're a poof."

Maurice ignored him and stayed quiet for a few second before he said. "Have you seen Sam?"

"Naw. Last I saw of Sam was when he was sleeping with Eric."

Maurice grinned. "Eric's not sleeping with Sam. He's sleeping with Roger."

Robert was quiet. It was taboo to talk about Roger and Eric. Everyone knew something was happening, but no one, but Roger and Eric knew what, exactly. Every fresh cut on Eric's body was a mark by Roger. A mark that half the boys thought was Roger's sadistic way of getting out his pent up frustration; the other half thinking it was a mark to say, 'This is mine. Touch it and die.'

If you even mentioned Eric around Roger he got angry and would beat you. And if you talked about Roger around Eric, Eric would stay really quiet, like he was torn in half. Scared to death, and completely in love.

"Actually he's not." Maurice continued, unphased by the taboo. "Roger likes the Chief."

"How do you know?"

"Duh. Do you notice that the sun rises every morning?" Maurice smiled.

"But why would Roger like the Chief?"

"I've been on the receiving end of Jack's bloody hand prints." Maurice closed his eyes and ran his fingers down his cheeks, when they killed the sow and gave its head to the Beast, Jack wiped the blood on his face.

Robert looked angry, a spark of jealously. "So what?"

"You can't resist a bloody handprint from Jack. That's probably why Ralphie gave in, too."

Robert was silent for a few more minutes, angry and jealous.

"But, you know, I wouldn't mind your bloody handprint." Maurice grinned, and pushed Robert. Robert grinned and pushed back and in a few seconds a playful wrestling match was taking place. Suddenly, Jack walked out.

The two pulled themselves off of each other, Robert blushed, but Maurice just grinned and watched Jack.

Jack yawned and stretched, twisting his body which amusing to the two grinning hunters who were watching him. Maurice and Robert were trying not to giggle.

Jack rubbed his eyes, with the back of his hand, getting some of his mask off. The mask was smeared. Sleeping wouldn't mess it up like that. Maurice and Robert looked at each other, grinning like loons.

Jack noticed the two boys and said, "Hey, you ready to build the hut?"

Maurice stood up and walked over to Jack, Robert at his heals. "Oh yes, sir. We were just waiting to see where you and Ra-… Where you wanted it, sir."

Robert giggled and Jack looked at him. "What's wrong with you two? You found some drugs on the island or something?"

Maurice giggled. "Oh no. The storm just got to us. Did it get to you, too, Chief?"

More giggles and Jack frowned, looking back at the cave and he licked his lips, momentarily lost in la la land. Maurice nudged Robert while Jack wasn't looking and made a kissy face at him. Robert giggled.

"Well right here's fine." Jack pointed to a spot not too far from the cave. "And stop messing around." Soon Bill and a few other hunters made their way up the mountain. They were a lot less giggly than the other two, and almost looked annoyed.

Jack went over to meet them. "Hey. What's wrong with those two?" Jack looked over his shoulder and Maurice and Robert, both still giggling were laying rocks as blue prints, making the hut quite big. Every so often the two would give each other a small look, or push each other, for the sake of touching.

"They're always like that." Bill said, grinning. "Was even worse last night, having the two stuck in the cave during the storm… they'd hardly stop laughing."

"… and doing other things." Wilfred joked and the other hunters laughed, but Jack looked confused, and looked back to Maurice and Robert.

"You didn't know, Chief?" Bill sounded amazed. "Those two are always doing things like that. Normally, they wouldn't be so public about it… you know… like yo- I mean. Like some of the other people in the tribe. They usually go somewhere else.. but the storm got to them. A sort of a cabin fever, I guess. They don't want to go hide in some cave anymore."

Jack watched the two, playfully pushing each other at every chance, unaware the other boys were watching. "Oh." Jack frowned a bit.

Bill looked at Jack, frowning. "Something wrong, Chief."

"Oh. Oh no. I was just thinking. So go help them with my hut." Bill nodded and the small group of hunters went to the other boys, who made their flirting more subtle, with looks instead of touching. Jack sat down and watched the two. It felt weird, to watch. He wondered if anyone ever watched him and…

Ralph came out of the cave. Jack's bloody hand was still on there, but he mostly looked the same. Jack smiled and looked down, playing idley with the necklace Roger'd made him.

Ralph smiled and walked over to Jack.

Neither boy noticed, but at that same time, Maurice nudged Robert and the two started giggling, again.

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Eric had fallen asleep, somehow. Just in a deep enough sleep to dream, and the waves was what caused it. It wasn't so much of a dream, as a memory that he felt he was living again, from a day he wish everyone would forget. He couldn't forget. Not with a scar, as a constant reminder.

Eric was standing next to Roger after Ralph had come to him in the night, and told him where he'd be hiding. He felt torn. Should he tell Roger where Ralph was hiding?

He didn't get the chance to choose. While standing there, Sam sitting in front of the two, on the edge of the cliff, with his feet dangling, Jack came up to Roger and touched his shoulder. Eric felt his stomach turn with jealousy, but he couldn't picture himself fighting with the Chief over a sadistic monster.

"Hey boys." Jack had said, the viciousness in his voice was thick. It made both twins shudder. "So why don't you tell us where Ralphie is."

Sam stood still, and Eric tried to move away. Roger had his spear and his hand and was watching Eric. As Eric moved, Roger moved to Sam and pulled him by the arms, away from the edge, just enough to sit on top of him and pin him down. Jack grinned.

"I won't tell you." Sam said loudly, trying to get Roger off of him.

Roger grinned. "I only like the kill more, with a fight, Sammy."

Sam slowly stopped fighting as Jack said, "here" and gave Roger his pig killing knife. "Cut it out of him."

Roger held down the blade, threateningly. Pushing hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to bleed, not yet. "So where's Ralph?"

"Why do you want him so badly?"

Jack coughed slightly, almost sounding embarrassed before he said, "He as a threat and he must be captured."

Sam closed his eyes, almost accepting death. "We don't know where he is."

Eric froze. Now Sam was dragging Eric into it, also. Surprisingly, neither Jack nor Roger noticed. Roger answered with making a small slice on the lower part of Sam's neck.

"S-Stop!" Eric said. "Roger, stop it!"

Roger looked up, shocked momentarily. Nobody used his name so freely anymore. It seemed to glide out of Eric's mouth, like he'd practiced over and over. Roger sneered. "If you'd like to have your brother with his head still attached to his body… you better tell me where he is."

Eric closed his eyes. He had to tell. He wanted to tell. "He's—"

"No! Eric!" Sam struggled and Roger sliced again. Sam winced in pain, and blood started to drip out.

"Don't talk now. You had your chance. It's Eric's turn." Roger looked at Eric.

Jack suddenly walked over to Roger, and pulled him up by the arm. Roger didn't look like he minded at all. Sam was still pinned by Roger's foot and spear to his chest. Sam looked up at Eric and mouthed the words, 'Don't tell.'

After a few seconds of hushed talking, Jack got down on top of Sam, he pinned him down just as well as Roger, if not better. Sam didn't seem to be able to move at all. Jack leaned over and whispered. "Don't move, or Eric'll get it."

Eric froze. Now he'd have to deal with Roger. He wanted to move away, his body screamed at him to run, but his legs wouldn't move. Roger grabbed Eric's arm and dragged him a little of the way inside the forest. Jack watched them go, but it was dark, and they went too far in for Jack's eyes too see.

Roger harshly threw Eric against a particularly fat tree and pushed his body against the twins, pinning it there. "We can do this however you want. Want to tell me now, or do you need more convincing?"

Eric whimpered his response, but that answer wasn't good enough for Roger and he moved back and sliced down Eric's chest with the spear. Eric shook, but he didn't call out. The line, from his chest, to an eight inches long, stopped an inch above his belly button. It started to bleed.

Something about the blood changed Roger. He ran his fingers over the blood, letting the warmth clean him. The way he moved his fingers over the wound, it made it open farther, letting more blood out. It seemed like the blood was telling him something. Eric prayed his blood wasn't going to give what he wanted away.

Roger ran his fingers through the blood and over Eric's chest, making the wound look like it was bleeding more than it was, he made it look worse. When he got to Eric's shoulders he pulled Eric too him, while Roger's chest pressed against Eric's, and kissed him.

Eric shook, and Roger grinned. One of his hands came up to Eric's face and tilted it, his fingers digging into Eric's jaw line, forcing him to open his mouth.

Eric opened, and he let Roger kiss him. It wasn't clumsy. Roger seemed to know what he was doing, how, Eric wouldn't ever bother to ask. Eric stayed still, unsure of what to do. He didn't have any directions from Roger, but to stand here. And to tell him where Ralph was.

Suddenly Roger backed away, frowning. "Kiss me back."

"Wha–?" Eric didn't have time to finish before Roger was kissing him again, harder than the first time. Eric followed Roger's lead, and mimicked what he did for a few minutes, until Roger was satisfied and he pulled back.

Both boy's chests were covered in blood. Eric realized the wound was deeper than he thought, and although Roger had applied a little pressure to his chest, the bleeding hadn't stopped yet. Eric was starting to feel woozy.

"Where is he, Eric?" Roger's voice was strange. It wasn't Roger's normal, evil, sadistic voice. It was the voice of harmony.

Eric pointed. "Through there. He's hiding where the rock that killed Piggy landed. You'll have to smoke him out."

Roger grinned and leaned in. He kissed Eric one more time, a softer, gentler kiss, and pulled back. "See. That wasn't so hard. And Sam barely got hurt."

"Don't hurt Sam… please. Take me instead." Eric was surprised by his own words.

Apparently, Roger was too. "Such brotherly love." Roger ran his hand over Eric's cheek. Eric leaned into it, as hard as he tried not to; he wanted Roger to touch him. Roger let his fingers slide in Eric's tangled hair. He grasped it and pulled Eric close and whispered in his ear. "Or is there something else about it that you love?"

Eric gasped and winced at his hair being pulled, but Roger didn't care, he laughed, let go of Eric and started to walk up Castle Rock once more.

Eric followed blindly behind him.

Jack stood up and looked at the bloody boys when the came back in. "Hell, Roger. What happened to you?" When he saw Eric's blood, still coming out, he understood. It was Eric's blood on Roger.

Eric staggered the last few steps before collapsing at Roger's feet. Or at least, it would have been Roger's feet, if Sam hadn't caught him.