This is the alternate for last chapter, or rather, the alternate rape scene. It was very hard to write and it's more descriptive, violent and hard to take. Read only if you want to feel the violation more keenly. This is in the car essentially, late night etc.

Last chance, it's a little brutal… You don't have to read if you don't wanna…

Brooklyn yawned and turned toward the car door, leaning on it to sleep. The car stopped and Brooklyn groaned at the dark broken by an orange street light.

Damien had taken him here before. He'd let the radio play on the classical station where they played Catholic chants that late at night. When Brooklyn awake, he was usually driving back and the radio was off, his face grim.

But this night, this cold December night, marred by fat snow flakes that didn't stick but chilled, was very different. Damien was restless but Brooklyn was tired. He'd had gym that day and his teacher made them run if he ran out of games. They played hop scotch and ran. His hair was still wet from the shower hours earlier when he got compliments on his tattoo. Only Jacoby liked his belly button ring.

Brooklyn only murmured as he dozed when Damien moved him to the back seat, his shirt sliding up and leaving his back exposed to the cold leather. He shivered and put his arm over his eyes to shield them from the dim light. He felt a weight on his hips and tapped at it, used to Daddy trying to sleep on him. The weight didn't move but it caught his hand and pinned it over his head. He opened his eyes and found Damien's face very close to his, his breath heavy and deliberate.

Brooklyn blinked in the darkness but made no sound. Damien's hand slipped in his hair, stroking his scalp and feeling strands of his hair as if he were a fine cloth. His hand fell away as he leaned closer to Brooklyn, his smoky eyes enflaming Brooklyn's senses as his hands lowered.

"Damien-" Brooklyn yelped as his chilled fingers slipped under his shirt. His eyes betrayed his fear and his shaking earned him no sympathy.

Damien bit down on Brooklyn's throat to the point of pain. He stopped only after Brooklyn whimpered. He kissed Brooklyn, pressing down onto him until he couldn't breathe. Damien pressed his frame to Brooklyn's and Brooklyn felt the air leave his chest as he tried not to whimper. Brooklyn couldn't breathe, the kiss wasn't about to end, and his struggles were utterly useless under Damien's weight.

As his vision tunnel, Damien broke their violent kiss. Brooklyn gasped, unable to fight as his lower half was stripped, Damien unbuttoning his pants with his teeth. He worked the buttons of his shirt loose, kissing bare skin as more skin was exposed. He smiled at the diamond barbell and twisted. Brooklyn cried out as tears filled his eyes. (It fucking hurts, okay?) Damien brushed his fingers over Brooklyn's drawn in stomach, smirking.

"I'll remember that."

Damien touched Brooklyn. He couldn't help but feel good, because he'd never felt it before, but he knew to feel shame too. He bit his lip and threw an arm over his eyes, trying to make it all go away. Damien jerked his arm away and forced him still, spreading his legs and pulling the boy closer.

"I bet you can just barely cum."

With those words, Brooklyn felt so dirty that he shut his eyes against a questing tongue.

No one touched him there before, especially with their tongue, but he couldn't deny that it was starting to feel good. But he knew to feel over whelming shame too.

Damien was treating him like a lover, like an adult, like anyone who could say yes when all Brooklyn wanted to do was scream no.

"Damien, please, st-"

Brooklyn stuttered when Damien pulled his legs and slipped them around his waist, positioning himself between Brooklyn's hips. Fingers trailed between his thighs and he couldn't stop them since he was spread around Damien's waist to the point of discomfort.

"Damien, no-" Brooklyn writhed as Damien inserted two fingers. He laughed.

"You don't know what you're saying no to. I love you. You'll feel good soon."

"No-" His voice ended in a choked sob as Damien scissored his fingers.

Soon became never for Brooklyn.

Damien didn't prepare him very well, if one can prepare a thirteen year old for a twenty five year old's lust. Brooklyn watched, unable to remove himself from the situation, physically or mentally, as Damien yanked him higher so his erection touched Brooklyn's opening. Brooklyn trembled and put his hands on Damien's shaking arms.

"Damien-"

"I want you so bad. I waited so fucking long. I want you to be mine. I can't wait any longer."

Brooklyn screamed when Damien thrust in with one shove. Damien pressed down on his stomach to keep him still while he undulated, thrusting with the skill of a lover used to a full grown mate. Brooklyn could feel blood as his tissue tore, but he couldn't describe it beyond wordless, tearless pain. This pain, shame, it choked him, made it impossible to breath and equally impossible to pass out since he would gasp and plead for it all to stop just as his vision faded.

Damien was either not much of a lover or indeed Brooklyn was as tight and wonderful as Damien muttered because he came rather quickly, but it didn't matter to Brooklyn. The gasp, bruising grip and last thrust of his pedophilic lover made him regain the ability to sob in silence as Damien folded down on him, all kisses and whispered bullshit nothings.

There was no way to take away the stains of lies, the kisses that tasted of gin and fire, or the blood dripping on black leather, mingling with sweat and tears.

But Brooklyn did his best. He didn't see Damien for two years.

But that was after he went home that night.

Yeah, same treatment as last chapter when he gets home. I only posted it because I wanted to know what you thought in comparison to last chapter. Which is better? I prefer last chapter because this was so hard to write and they're both effective in different ways. So, tell me which you liked better, please. It lacks some description and imagery that I had intended to put in because it was making me sick. I'm kinda a pansy and I love Brooklyn, so hurting him is hard.

Next chapter will be back to normally scheduled shmex and fun times. Thankies.