Another chapter. This one has a scene from Alvin's attack in it. It'll be italicized in case some of you don't want to read it. Not much else to say about this chapter. Enjoy!

-SawyerSeville19

Brittany heard a knock on her door. "Come in." Simon stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind himself. "Simon, what's wrong?"

Simon approached Brittany's bed, eyes downcast. "I need your help..."

Dave was doing some paperwork for his job when he heard someone walk into his room. He looked and saw Theodore. Setting his pen down Dave turned to his youngest.

"Dave...what's wrong with Simon?"

Dave motioned for Theodore to come over and he did. Dave placed his hands on Theodore's shoulders. "The truth about what happened to Alvin is difficult for Simon to come to terms with. He... he thinks it's Alvin's fault."

"What?! It's not! That's such a terrible thing to say!"

Dave smiled slightly. "I think Simon knows that." Theodore looked confused.

"But...you just said..."

"I know. But what happened to Alvin is one of the most terrible things someone can go through. And while Simon blaming Alvin is hurtful and cruel, it just shows he's not dealing with it easily."

Theodore frowned. "I don't think you should excuse it Dave. If Alvin heard Simon say what was on his mind...I don't even want to imagine what that'd do to him."

Dave nodded. "You're right Theodore. Alvin needs all of our support to recover. I'll talk to Simon once he comes back." Theodore nodded.

Brittany waited for Simon to explain. "Your friend...the one you told me about... why did she...why'd she..."

Brittany understood. "There were a lot of reasons. It wasn't just one. Her attacker was never found, she had horrible nightmares, and she couldn't take being looked at the way people were looking at her."

"Looking at her how?" Simon asked.

"Like she was dirty. Some used piece of trash. One of the reasons she...well, some guys thought it'd be funny to mess with her. Grabbing at her, making jokes about her attack."

"That's terrible..." Simon could feel something in his chest constrict, just imagining that stuff happening to Alvin. He had been doing some of that. "Brittany... you were right about Alvin..."

Brittany swallowed, nodding slowly. He looked up at her.

"I've been... I did...some of those things you said...I've been treating Alvin that way..."

Brittany's eyes flashed dangerously. She moved so fast, Simon didn't know what hit him. The slap she dealt him knocked the glasses off his face, and he knew his cheek was turning red already. He cupped his abused face, looking at her.

"What the hell is the matter with you?! How dare you! Of all the nerve! Alvin was tortured for a week, almost two! There's no telling what he went through! Who are you to act like he's beneath you?!"

Simon had no answer.

"You're his brother, Simon! He needs you! Your support! He needs to know we don't think he's at fault! There's nothing Alvin did asking to be swept off the street but some monster and assaulted! I can't believe you-of all people-would treat your own brother that way! What were you thinking?!"

Simon could feel his eyes fill with tears. He was a horrible brother.

"Don't cry in front of me! You will get no sympathy from me! How can you look at Alvin, see how drastically he's changed, and think for one second that he asked for it?! He's a shell of his old self, Simon!"

"It's difficult to grasp, okay?!" Simon snapped back, his hands in fists at his sides. "Can you imagine how hard it is to learn your brother was raped?! And not just once either! I can't-I don't want to even think...how many times..." Simon's body shook, his tears rolled down his cheeks.

Brittany frowned, remaining silent.

"It's hard...looking at him...knowing he'll never be the same again. Knowing he went through something so horrific, he'll never completely come back from it..." He let out a shaky breath. "...I don't blame him...despite what I told Dave... I could never blame Alvin... I just... I'm not sure how to process it..."

"Regardless, don't put Alvin through more pain because you don't know how to feel. Just... be there. Support him. Talk to him. And if that's too hard, smile. Just smile." She remembered her friend. When words failed her, a smile and simply her presence made all the difference.

Brittany picked Simon's glasses up for him, handing them to him. Simon took them, using his free hand to dry his tears.

"Talk to Alvin."

Simon nodded.

Alvin's heart skipped a beat when he heard the door open. His captor was never gone long. He squirmed around despite his body's protest. God he was exhausted and hurting.

That dreaded presence slid up beside him on the bed, a calloused hand immediately latching onto his body. "Please don't... no more...it hurts..." Alvin whispered.

"If you didn't fight so much, it wouldn't hurt." The hand stroked Alvin's chest in slow circles. Alvin wiggled, but he couldn't move much thanks to his bindings. "I'm glad you fight though. I love your spirit."

Alvin turned his head aside, shuddering when his captor's hand moved to his inner thigh.

"By the time I'm done with you, that unbreakable spirit, your fire, will be gone."

Tears spilt down his cheeks when he felt two fingers probe his abused entrance before sliding in dry. Alvin attempted to kick, his body immediately repelling the intrusion, but his captor pushed against it.

"Still so tight..." he groaned, pumping his fingers quickly.

"Please stop..." Alvin whispered, tugging against his binds even though he knew it was pointless.

"It's a shame you're still too young to feel the pleasure..." he breathed into Alvin's ear. "Actually, let's test that theory."

Alvin's eyes widened. "What? No, don't! Please!"

His captor merely chuckled as he curved the fingers inside Alvin in a 'come here' motion. He had long ago found Alvin's prostate, but had assumed messing with it would be ineffective. Now, he was curious to see if it was or not.

Alvin gasped at the contact, his body humming with both pain and pleasure. A deep chuckle rumbled by his ear. "So you're not too young after all. Excellent."

"Please stop..." Alvin whimpered, the pressure on that spot not letting up. He tried to not focus on it too much, but his body was responding on its own.

His captor moved his fingers in a circular motion, paying close attention to his captive's reactions to know what was good and what wasn't.

Alvin shivered, arching away from the brutal stimulation. He was panting, feeling a stirring in his member that revolted him. "Stop please... I don't... it feels..." He could feel his body erupting in goosebumps, his head was spinning slightly.

"I'm well practiced, Pequeño rojo," he boasted. "Let's see if I can make you come."

The fingers on that spot reached further, applying more pressure as they rotated. He sped up the motions.

Alvin fought it. He tried forcing the intrusion out, he tried alleviating the pressure but nothing worked. He felt betrayed by his own body.

Suddenly, he felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over his entire body, and it took every ounce of control not to cry out. He arched and bucked automatically, but nothing escaped his body.

His captor was panting heavily as he slowly rubbed the bundle of nerves, delighted at the way his captive's body spasmed. "It's called a dry orgasm. You're too young to have a wet one."

Tears pooled out of Alvin's eyes, his breathing shaky. He winced as his captor withdrew his fingers. His body felt hypersensitive, and he tried his best to hide it, not wanting it to be exploited. A hand turned his face to the side and he was kissed hard.

Alvin sat up, his head colliding with something hard. Two groans followed the impact. Rubbing his head, Alvin looked to see what he'd hit. He was shocked to see Simon mirroring his actions.

He immediately looked away, his nightmare making him feel extremely dirty. He forced the memory to the back of his lowered his hand, watching Alvin sadly.

"Look, Alvin... I'm sorry for how I treated you the last few days."

Alvin looked at his lap. Simon sat down in front of him.

"I was having trouble processing the information." Simon sighed. "There's no excuse for how I treated you. But I promise I'll never do it again." He looked at Alvin. "I'm here for you."

Alvin looked at Simon. He searched the gray eyes for any of the negative emotions Simon had been previously been giving off, but he saw none.

"...promise?" Alvin whispered. Simon smiled.

"I promise, Alvin." Alvin nodded. "I just wish you'd talk to me."

Alvin looked nervous now, his nightmare returning to the forefront of his mind. He really needed to shower. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"About what happened to you. You can't just keep it bottled up, you know."

Alvin was shaking his head erratically, fighting the urge to panic. He couldn't fathom talking about it, especially to his family.

"I understand your reluctance." Simon looked at his lap. "Especially since I've given you reason to feel cautious around me." He looked back at Alvin. "But you can trust me, Alvin. I was in shock, is all. I'd love for you to feel safe and comfortable enough to talk to me at some point."

Alvin was struggling against his tears. Simon's sincerity was obvious. But he's soiled his brothers enough, now that they know in what manner he was attacked. He didn't want to add details to their information. He himself could barely wrap his mind around what he'd gone through.

"Please don't ask that...you're better off in the dark..." he whispered. He looked down when he felt himself lose the battle against his tears. It was too much. First his nightmare, now this.

Simon had to fight back the instinct to hug Alvin. He sat there for a moment, contemplating that thought. Then he moved to sit beside his brother. "Do you trust me?"

Alvin looked up at Simon, his eyes filled with tears he hasn't yet spilt. Simon searched the murky blue eyes, missing the old bright sapphire they used to be. He vowed then to help Alvin recover if it was the last thing he did.

"Of course I trust you...why?"

Simon didn't answer verbally. Instead, he pulled Alvin slowly into a hug. Alvin tensed immediately.

"I won't hurt you, Alvin. I swear. Just trust me."

The tears fell. Alvin shook violently in the one-sided hug, his nightmare flashing through his mind, making his skin crawl in disgust. "I'm...Simon, I'm dirty..."

Simon tightened his grip, mad at himself for ever thinking the same thing about Alvin. "No, you're not." His tone was firm, final. Alvin blinked in surprise. "There's nothing dirty about you. Stop thinking that way."

Alvin felt more tears escape his eyes as he processed what Simon was saying. The strength in the words was intense, the sincerity overwhelming. Alvin allowed the hug, accepted the comfort, but couldn't bring himself to return it just yet. "Simon..." Alvin closed his eyes, burying his face in Simon's neck.

Simon closed his eyes against his own tears. "I'm here for you..."