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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Lord_of_the_Flies_-_William_Golding
  Relationship:
      Jack_Merridew/Ralph
  Character:
      Jack_Merridew, Ralph_(Lord_of_the_Flies), Roger_(Lord_of_the_Flies),
      Simon_(Lord_of_the_Flies), Piggy_(Lord_of_the_Flies), Sam_and_Eric_(Lord
      of_the_Flies), Maurice_(Lord_of_the_Flies), little_uns
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Shameless_Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Canonical_Character_Death,
      Beach_Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Lord_of_the_Flies_alternative_endings.
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-09 Words: 3160
****** The prize of the hunter. ******
by Charles_Edward_Stewart_(eddiecharlesstewart)
Summary
     Ralph was running from the hunt..... Jack was running for his
     prize...... what would happen if the Navy arrives a few hours later?
Ralph ran through the dingy undergrowth of the Island’s jungle, branches clawed
at his face, overhead vines reached down to ensnare him, underfoot roots
grasped for his feet as they flew by.
Behind him somewhere in the smoke wreathed woods the tribe followed with
bloodthirsty intents. He could hear the ghoulish cries of the hunt drawing
nearer.
“Aw-aw-aw-aw-aw-ah”
“AIEEEEEEEEE!
Ralph sprinted on legs burning feet torn by the thorns of the creepers. He felt
blood trickle down his cheek from a stray branch’s cut. His lungs burned from
the exertion and the acrid smoke filled air. His legs pumped on, failing
sometimes as he stumbled but he quickly threw himself forward, desperate to
escape the pursuing hunt, the painted savages followed furiously on his tail.
He remembered Simon. Peaceful, innocent Simon. Thrown from the cliff to the
rocks below. Piggy, crushed by the boulder, he body probably still lay broken
and bloodied under its shattering toll.
He remembered jack…. In better times, they had been friends, exploring the
island…. Before…
He remembered Roger, the hate filled gaze and painted face.
Ralph with failing steps stumbled out of the darkness of the forests burning
depths into the fiery light of the sun on the beach. He skidded on the sand;
picking himself up as the sounds of the hunt grew nearer he stumbled, wove and
trudged on until he reached the rock where they first met. With the conch, the
symbol of their hope, shattered to dust, it seemed a perverse irony now, that
here at the place where their civilisation was born, it would be destroyed.
Ralph picked himself up and stood on the great stone slab. He watched the
innocent light dance of the sea one more time before he turned to meet his
assailants.
The hunters were streaming from the forest despoiling the golden sands, painted
savages and a small host of Little-Uns ran to where ralph waited with baited
breath, his apparent composure was a mask just like those worn by the savages….
It was slipping fast. His heart thudded in his chest, his knees knocked and a
tremble worked its way up his spine.
The savages stood in a circle before him, pointed rocks and sharpened sticks
penned him in, like he was the animal.
Jack and Roger approached, their faces like the rest of the savages painted
with red and black. Ralph flinched as he looked into the merciless madness in
Roger’s eyes, the calculating cruelty and the detached coldness sending a
shiver of fear to Ralph’s very core. Jack pushed through the surrounding
savages, stepping up onto the rock platform. The blonde boy stepped back. Jack
stepped forward again, Ralph stepped back until his feet were inches from the
rocks edge. The Blonde boy looked to his feet, terror seizing his body.
“If you’re going to kill me now, just do it.” Ralph whispered voice heavy with
resignation, still never looking up from the pinkish stone beneath his feet.
“Kill you?” jack said in choked disbelief.
Ralph looked up then to see the eyes of his former friend and rival. They had
softened; confusion and pain swam in their sapphire depths.
“Why would I kill you?” jack asked again sadness and echoes of betrayal filling
his tone.
“You killed Piggy.” Ralph said, staring into the others face.
“That was Roger”, Jack retorted.
“And Simon!”
“That was also Roger!” Jack cried.
“You let him! You’re the Chief you could have saved them!” Ralph shouted, his
fury of moments ago swiftly dissolved into grief. He doubled over on the rock,
collapsing at Jack’s feet, deep, painful wrenching sobs escaping his chapped
lips and great shivers racking his body. Jack looked down at his friend in
misery, how had he done this to the one he had tried so hard to impress, to
gain’s attention and attraction?
Jack knelt beside where Ralph lay, he gently, as if with a wild animal, laid a
hand upon the others shoulder, rubbing smooth soothing circles across the
others broad shoulders. It broke his heart when Ralph initially flinched from
his touch, cowering away before his trust slowly returning he leant forward to
lean into Jacks soft embrace.
“I’m sorry….I didn’t mean for them to die….I..I..I just wanted you to notice
me.” Jack whispered, spilling his deepest desire and fear to the boy before
him.
Jack was shocked when Ralph pushed forward and buried himself in jacks arms,
burrowing his face, tear streaked as it was into Jacks chest and collar, jack
felt the one who had always been so strong, the cornerstone of their little
democracy, the upholder of justice, quivering and shaking in his arms.
The other boys looked on in confusion and shock; many had dropped their spears
and sat down to watch the display.
Roger was glaring daggers at Ralph.
Ralph realising they had an audience whimpered like a little-un and burrowed
his face further into Jack’s warm neck, hiding from those he once commanded.
“Go…..Back to the base….” Jack ordered his Hunters.
Roger continued to growl, Jack threw him a harsh look and like a kicked dog he
scampered off.
Ralph remained curled in jacks bony arms for some time, the smoke hung above
their island like the smoke hung above Stalingrad during the siege, like London
during the Blitz, like Hiroshima after that fateful day. The smoke almost
blighted out the sun, but it was thinning as the once roaring fires that had
savaged the jungle slowly died.
“Will you…. Could you…. Be strong for me?” Ralph whimpered into the others
freckled skin, “I don’t think I can be strong anymore.”
Jack looked to the other in astonishment “If you will let me I will be strong
for both of us” he murmured in the others ear. He licked his thumb before using
it to wipe the blood from the scratch that marred the otherwise unblemished tan
skin of Ralph’s face
Ralph blushed furiously.
Jack looked at his friends blush curiously then began to giggle.
Strong thin fingers slipped down from Ralphs back, slipping lower, over ribs
that now protruded from malnutrition, down to the soft curve of Ralphs arse.
Jack leant forward to press a kiss to the innocent boys plush lips as he gently
groped the others arse.
Ralph moaned as his arse was squeezed, this allowed jack to deepen the kiss,
the painted boy stuck his tongue into ralphs mouth, using it to flick and dance
with Ralphs own, conquering and dominating the other.
Ralph moaned loudly into the kiss.
Jacks fingers nimbly undid the knot on the others loin cloth and it slipped
down until it hit the floor. Jack ran his hands up Ralph’s smooth thighs
letting them rest on his perfect cheeks before one finger slipped into the
crack, circling the puckered entrance teasing the slightly smaller boy beside
him.
Ralph almost groaned aloud though he strangled the embarrassing sound through
clenched teeth as jacks finger dipped into his hole, pushing past the tight
ring of muscle to caress the velvety, hot walls within. Ralph did scream when
another finger was added and those slender digits tweaked and brushed a place
inside hi m that made him writhe in jacks arms and beg wantonly for more.
“Please Jack….More!” Ralph moaned.
Jack pulled back. The choir boy pushed himself up, Ralph made to rise but
strong hands forced him to his knees before Jack.
“I like this view” jack muttered as he tugged of his own loin cloth to reveal
his straining erection, he looked down at the naked ralph who was staring at
the cock before his eyes in amazement.
“If you want more you’ll have to wet it” jack whispered, innocent Ralph looked
on confused, “with your mouth.”
“WHAT?”
“Your mouth around my Cock…. Suck it!” Jack near cried.
“O-o-Ok” Ralph whispered, his face set in determination.
Ralph placed his hands to frame Jack’s hips and leant forward to press a light
kiss to the tip of Jacks cock. The boy moaned. Ralph gaining confidence from
this success dove forward to lick a stripe up the underside of Jack’s cock
before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking gently, avoiding letting
his teeth touch the tender flesh. Ralph decided he didn’t mind the taste of
jack, the mix of musk, salt and faint bitterness was not bad. Ralph felt Jack
thrust his hips slightly, subconsciously pushing deeper. He removed the
restraining hands from Jacks hips and looked up trustingly at Jack.
Jack got the message; he gently placed his hands on Ralphs head, burrowing his
hands into the boys thick, if wild, golden locks. He experimentally thrust his
hips forward pushing deeper into Ralphs delightfully how, wet mouth. Ralph
nodded slightly as sign to continue.
Jack thrust roughly forward, burying his cock deep in Ralph’s mouth and
invading the smaller boy’s throat. Ralph gagged at the thick intrusion, Jack
moaned as the boys throat contracted deliciously around his cock. Ralph would
have giggled as the other boy’s pubes tickled his nose. Jack set up a punishing
rhythm as he thrust repeatedly, like a piston in and out of Ralph’s mouth.
Tears formed in Ralph’s eyes but he continued to suck and lick at the appendage
that filled his mouth, as the glorious chorus of Jack’s moans and grunts
reached a crescendo. The bigger boy pulled out of the others heavenly mouth
before he shot his load right there without ever reaching the true prize.
The older boy then knelt down to face Ralph, he wrapped slender arms about the
others head and pulled the other boy into a deep kiss. Swirling his tongue
inside Ralph’s mouth Jack could taste himself on the others tongue. Then he
separated.
“Before…. Before we do it…” Ralph blushed adorably, “Could you… wash off the
paint. I want to see you not the mask.”
Jack cursed his thoughtlessness, how could he not realise that Ralph would
likely associate the mask with the savage hunter he had been.
Jack crawled to the rocks edge and slipped into the water, taking hands full of
water he washed the clay and die from his face. Then he splashed some water at
Ralph who was sitting at the rocks edge, feet dangling in the water as he
almost drooled, watching Jack’s naked body glisten with moisture.
Ralph jumped in also splashing water at jack and starting a water fight.
Moments later the fight ended with Jack pinning Ralph to the soft sand of the
beach with his body. The smaller boy wriggled and squirmed beneath the older
boy, until he felt the others hardness between his legs, brushing his thighs
and prodding at his hole lazily. Ralph pushed his bottom upwards, into Jack’s
lazy thrusts so the head of the older’s cock caught on his whole.
“Please Jack…” Ralph moaned quietly.
“What was that?” Jack mock innocently inquired.
“Jack Please Put It In Me. NOW!” Ralph cried.
Jack pushed forward, the thick head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of
muscle, deep into the small boy who quivered below Jack, fighting to keep his
breathing even under the weight of the almost painful burning stretch. Jack
soon bottomed out, his whole cock buried deep within Ralphs hot, wet, tight
embrace. Jack remained still as Ralph’s body shook with the flourishing pain of
the stretch; he waited for the boy to acclimatise the invasion of his tightest
hole. Finally Ralph looked over his shoulder, the pained expression almost
faded from his face. The boy opened his kiss ravaged lips and gasped “Please
Jack…….Move!”
Jack’s resolve suddenly broke the savage inside him breaking free, he tugged
his cock out of Ralph’s tight embrace, rubbing the fat head against the pulsing
entrance before with a savage cry, and he thrust his hips brutally forward,
filling his friend with his member.
Jack built up a barbaric rhythm, pounding in and out of Ralph as the smaller
boy shuddered under his relentless thrusts. Ralph cried out under the others
rough fucking. The boy screamed aloud as his prostate was ruthlessly prodded by
the older boy’s impressive dick. The red head then placed two hands on the
others back and pushed him down until the other lay on his elbows. Face inches
from the sand, he then thrust roughly downwards, he let one hand wander down
his friend’s chest, tweaking his nipples, twisting the soft buds mercilessly
making ralph moan loudly. The hand crept lower stoking the others flat tummy
and the evident bulge in the taught wall of muscle from where his cock prodded
against the others stomach.
Ralph soon moaned loudly, turning to a strangled cry as his orgasm suddenly
descended upon him. His arse tightened around Jack’s dick as he sprayed his cum
across the sand below. With the last energy wrung out of him Ralph collapsed to
the sand. Jack continued to thrust into his friend for a short while until the
tightening clenching muscles of the smaller boys arse forced him to cum. With
an undulating cry he came, filling his lover with his deep as he buried himself
deep within Ralphs pulsing hole, spraying his insides with the thick white
semen.
It was almost an hour before the boys worked up the energy to move. Jack stood
and held out his hand, Ralph clasped it allowing the older to pull him up,
pulling him against his chest as they shared an open mouthed kiss. Then Jack
slipped an arm under Ralph’s and slipped it around the boy’s shoulders,
cradling him against his freckled chest. The older boy gently led his friend
whose body weakened by the exertions of the morning’s flight and later the pain
from his abused arse from the lovemaking, needed supporting with every step as
Ralph almost fell asleep against Jack’s shoulder. The two boys stumbled and
wove their way along the beach and through the shady jungle to the rugged rocky
outcrop where Jack’s tribe reigned. As they drew into sight the boys in the
rock keep howled and cried their approval.
Jack turned to Ralph then, before the mighty Rock fortress of Jack’s Castle.
“You are my mate now! They will not touch you, if they do. I will kill them.”
Jack grunted, his eyes filling with fury at the mere thought of someone hurting
his mate.
Ralph shivered at the raw animalistic emotion burning in his mate’s icy blue
eyes. Ralph lifted him hands to Jack’s face, forcing his lover to look into the
warm green depths. Jack then led his lover by the shoulders into the depths of
his black rocky keep. They passed the sharp jagged points of volcanic rock that
guarded the tribe from the ‘beast’ or so they thought, they passed the
assembled ranks of little-uns, passed the twins Sam-n-Eric, passed the beast in
their midst, Roger, on their way to the hut upon the rock that was Jack’s
abode. Before the shelter they stopped. Jack raised his hands to silence the
clamour of his tribe.
“Hunters, I have taken Ralph, our former chief, as my mate. Any who touch him
will die by my spear, be warned! He is mine! He is of the tribe now! Accept
him” Jack demanded.
“No-He is the Enemy-friend of the pigs and the Beast!” Roger cried in a
maddened fury, almost foaming like a rabid dog, growling and tossing his head
like a berserker.
“He is mine!” jack repeated.
“NO!” Roger howled.
“HE IS MINE!” Jack near screamed.
“NO. NO. NO!” Roger screamed maniacally. “HE IS NOT OF THE TRIBE!”
“YES, HE IS!” Jack screamed.
“NO!”
“YES!”
“NO”
“YES!”
“How about……” Ralph started.
“NO!”
“YES!”
“But….” Ralph tried again.
“NO!”
“YES!”
“NO!”
“YES!”
“STOP IT NOW!” Ralph shouted amid the cacophony of screams.
“WHAT???” the other two panted.
“Well, what if I become Jack’s slave of sorts…. Then I can be his…. But I won't
be insulting your precious concept of the ‘Tribe’” ralph said in a loud clear
if hitching voice, straining with emotion.
“NO!” jack yelled.
“YES!” Roger screamed in victory.
“NO-NO!” Sam n’ Eric cried.
“No” Maurice added.
One by one the other choir boys and former boys of Ralph’s tribe added their
voices.
“To HELL with you!” Roger howled.
“NO, hell to you!” Jack roared.
With that jack snatched up his spear, the other boys followed suit and stormed
towards Roger. The rabid boy grasped his spear in two hands and charged at the
chief. They two boys exchanged blows, evenly matched in size and strength.
Roger landed a glancing blow to Jack's chest, cutting a narrow slash in the
boy’s ribs, jack lashed out in reprisal goring Rogers upper thigh with a
shallow stab.
The two boys like wolves circled each other.
Ralph circled around behind Roger hefting a spear in his hands before with all
the poise and elegance of the athlete he once was he hurled the spear at
Roger’s back. The sharpened stick caught roger in the upper back, it punctured
flesh and shattered bone, scything through lung, coming to rest deep in Roger’s
chest. Roger let out a strangled cry as blood flooded his mouth, pouring out to
fall on the black rock below. Roger howled in inhuman agony as he slumped to
his knees, blood flowing a torrent from his mouth which hung ajar in an
expression of shock.
The other boys looked on in undisguised shock as Roger’s live blood escaped his
punctured chest.
Jack looked at Ralph whose face was a mask of resignation, disgust and sadness.
“Why…?” jack murmured.
“I couldn't let him hurt you…. It had to be done.” Ralph half sobbed, clutching
a hand to his face to hide his tears.
Jack rushed over to Ralph, pulling the other into a deep hug.
“Here, here. You’re safe with me.” Jack chanted like a mantra in Ralphs ear,
his hands caressed gently the others stooped shoulders.
It was then that, across the island, a fog horn was heard.
The boys looked out from their vantage point on the rocky headland to see the
massive hull of a Warship, flying the white ensign, cruising of the coast and a
small fleet of jolly boats pulling towards them.
With a cheer of elation the boys one and all, charged for the beach and
escape…. Jack and Ralph ran arm in arm, crying gleefully and singing wildly.
The boys wiped the painted masks from their faces, shedding their inner savage
as they approached the naval officer in his crisp white uniform.
On the golden sands Ralph turned to Jack as they stopped at the great pink rock
slab.
The blonde boy, frail from his time on the run, wrapped his arms around Jack’s
neck and leant up to press a kiss to the older boy’s lips.
With a smirk they then ran on.
Into the sunset where the grey hull of the warship and the white jolly boats
waited.
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