Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies. AND I would like to point out that Jack and Ralph have a connection in the real story. So does Ralph and Simon. WOO. SLASH GALORE.

Jack looked lustily at Ralph, as he held the conch in his hands, those big, big hands. He watched as Ralph's lips moved at an alarming speed, talking to the littluns and Piggy.

Oh how he loathed that Piggy, always taking up Ralph's attention.

Once or twice, he had let his jealousy slip, but covered it up, by his pretend obsession with hunting. He had actually gotten Roger to do the killing, and spilling of the pig's blood. He was the one hiding away, nearly turning green.

As Ralph ended the meeting, he noticed Jack was rather quiet today, not joining in to the usual banter that the hunters made. Complaining.

In fact, the meeting had ended and Jack was still sitting on the log, staring at the sand and then at Ralph, in this continuous pattern.

Ralph lost it and stormed up to Jack, "The meetings over," he said, "Clear off now."

Jack looked up at Ralph, and then bent his head back down facing the sand—and smirking. The smug bastard knew what he could do to Ralph here in this secluded place, and it was so tempting. But he had limits to where he would do it.

Oh what the hell, he thought, we're going to stuck on this god forsaken island, why not enjoy it whilst we can.

He smirked up at Ralph, his sandy blond hair getting in the way of his eyesight. He tried blowing his hair from his eyes, trying to build the courage to tell Ralph, "So—Ralph, can I blow your conch? I mean the conch?" Ralph looked startled, missing Jack's slip-up.

"Sure," he replied uneasily, handing over the conch.

"You know Ralph," Jack said, taking the conch in his hands, "You can blow my conch any time." He waggled his eyebrows for a more lustful effect. It certainly shocked Ralph. He stepped backwards and tripped over a stray palm leaf.

Ralph stuttered, keeping his eyes on Jack, "Errr—Jack I really think you've lost it—"

"No, I'm fine," he said, as If trying to prove his point, he got up and headed for Ralph, "See?"

"Back, you lustful spawn of Satan," he shouted, pointing at Jack, "Back I say!"

Jack did everything but back away, and he knew Ralph couldn't get far, edging back towards a rocky cliff.

"You've got nowhere to go," Jack commented pityingly, "That's too bad."

He lunged at Ralph, grabbing his shoulders.He had gained muscles from huntingand was stronger than Ralph, pinning him down. He stared down into his eyes. Ralph had lush chocolate eyes, that seemed to calm him. He slowly inched his lips towards Ralph and pressed them against his, savouring the moment.

Ralph was in total shock and couldn't and wouldn't move. Although he had this butterfly feeling in his stomach, smiling at Jack in his mind. Oooh, yes, he thought, Jack—Jack.

Jack reeled back and stared at Ralph smiling more than usual. Ralph was out of breath as well, lust filling his eyes.

"Shall I blow the conch, Jack?" Ralph inquired, breathing heavily, "Shall I? Shall I?"

"Yes Ralph," Jack smirked, "Of course you can, you're chief, am I right?"

Ralph nodded his head, and smirked eventually, bending down and lying on the grass.