Hey guys, how are you? That's cool, I'm fucking pissdd though... I wrote this story, saved it, went to transfer it to my page, and it was FUCKING GONE. I HAD to write this TWICE! Why?

Anyway, onto the story, #prettymuchrape #brofeelings #likeafatmanslippingonabananapeel #bitchmantouchesdave

In all seriousness though. Sight WARNING: Contains mention of rape, abuse, slight bromance, and fucking douchebag who hurts Daviepoo! Fangirls ATTACK!

Diclaimer- I don't own any of the Homestuck characters, they belong to Hussie. As does your soul. I only own the bitch man who molested Dave, and I will punish him brutally!

Bad men and best bros

No one in particulars POV

It was a chilly christmas eve night, and Dave was working home from work. The young Strider worked at a club, and was the DJ. Tonight was a special christmas party and Dave attended. He had a few drinks, rapped, DJ'd and whatever the fuck Striders do.

He was wearing his usual DJ outfit: black skinny jeans, a red sleeveless shirt with black record, a thin black jacket, his headphones and his Strider shades. He regretted wearing the outfit, seeing as the thin jacket wasn't nearly enough in the cold weather. He sucked it up though, not frankly giving a shit.

Sometime else was on his mind, or more likely someone else. While he was onstage, he thought he saw a dude looking at him, and while people looking at him while he was PERFORMING was usual, this dude seemed creepy.

Dave could've sworn that he had a hungry look in his eyes, and that his eyes kept looking up and down his body. Dave shrugged it of as him being incoherent. Not as bad as Roxy though.

He pulled out his phone and texted Bro, saying that he'd be home in 5 minutes. He tucked it back into his jeans, and began to walk again when he was grabbed by the jacket.

He was pulled into the alleyway beside him, and was pushed against a wall. A hand went across his mouth while the other went a bit too close to his ass for comfort.

"Wanna have some -hic- fun," teeth nibbled on his ear, "I can show you a -hic- fun time kid..." Dave grimaced inwardly and was about to flash step away when a hand went up his shirt. He froze suddenly, cringing when that hand pinched one of his nipples.

"L-let go of me," he kneed the guy in the almonds (used to love almonds, not anymore) and started to run away. He made it two steps before he was tackled onto the hard, slightly snow covered ground. A surprised gasp left him as foul lips clasped onto his. A foreign object forced it's way into his mouth, roaming freely and exploring.

Dave bit on his tongue, causing the man to growl and punch him in the eye. The blow shattered the left lens of his glasses, letting the bastard see his eye color.

He grinned and said something about having a special one tonight, and then started kissing along Daves body.

Randomly it becomes Dave's POV

I couldn't think, everything had left me. This man was going to rape me, and I couldn't do anything about it. My brain couldn't work, I wanted to burn myself clean from his touches. Hands that creeped everywhere, scratching and bruising my pale skin.

He saw that I had given up, and frowned. He wanted me to struggle, and I wouldn't give him what he wanted. Once he understood he wasn't getting that, he sent another blow. This time to my head.

"Come on kid," he growled, "move or I'll make you blow me. Does that sound like fun?" I flinched, and inwardly cried when he grinned back. He hand slivered down to my jeans, past my red boxers, and he began to touch me.

"N-no!" I cried as he sealed his lips to mine. Every time I cried he laughed, everytime I begged for him to stop he did more.

He undid his trousers and flipped me over onto my stomach. I wasn't prepared for what happened, and I bit my lip to stop from screaming. He didn't even wait, he just began to thrust violently, nonstop.

(IM SO SORRY DAVE! IT PAINS ME TO DO IT. WAAAA...)

I could feel the blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids dripping down my thigh. It felt like hours before he got up and left, with a kiss and no words.

I just laid there for a while. After a few minutes I had the decency to pull my pants back on, but then I laid back down. I was tired, sore, and cold. Not to mention scared. What if he came back?

"Dave?!"

Huh? That sounded like Bro...

"Dave!"

I wanted to call, but I couldn't move or speak. I could see his shadow moving, getting ready to leave, and I let out a whimper. His head immediately turned and he ran to me.

"Dave, where the fuck have you been you little-"

Bro's POV (yay)

I stopped mid sentence. He was lying on the ground, bleeding, shivering, whimpering, bruised, and covered in... other fluids...

"D-dave?" He simply let out another whimper and stared at me blankly. One of his lenses was shattered completely, and his clothes were torn.

Who the FUCK did this to him?

Dave's POV, 4 hours later

I awoke with a jump, immediately scared and sore. I almost screamed when a hand touched my forehead.

"NO," I pushed away the hand, "N-NO MORE PLEASE...!" I immediately covered my ears and curled into a small ball. I didn't want to hear his voice, I didn't want it to happen again.

Warm, comforting hands grabbed mine and slowly moved them, placed them on my lap.

"Dave," I looked to see Bro beside me, "you're safe." I suddenly let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

"H-holy jegus," I trembled, "I, I thought y-you were him..." I took a few breaths before turning to look at the clock. It was 2am, christmas morning. Well, shit.

"Doesn't t-this take first p-place for shitiest christmas e-ever," I gave a fake smile, "santa c-certainly gave me a shitty gift this y-year..." Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening to flood over and out.

"Dave," I regretted looking up, "did he rape you? " That's when the tears slipped, like a fat man on a banana peel. My frail body became wracked with sobs, making me tremble more. Everytime I shook, I could feel where he touched me..

Suddenly I felt the urge to puke, and clamped a hand over my mouth. Bro, realizing this, quickly flash stepped us to the to the washroom. Once by the toilet, I hurled up everything that was in my system. Once done I began to cough, the heaving leaving me sore.

Bro flash stepped us both to the living room, put me on the couch, flash stepped away and then came back with apple juice and some pain killers. He told me to open my mouth and put the pill in my mouth, then feeding me the juice.

The medication worked right away, sending a wave of bliss through my body.

"Bro..." I mumbled.

"Yeah man?" The worry in his voice was almost amusing.

"Don't leave... Please?" I started to feel tired again, eye lids drooping and Bro was getting blurry.

"I won't, " his hand rested on my head and ruffled my hair, "I promise little dude..."

:') I'll write another chapter for this at some stage, when I get inspired. Anyway, be fucking happy you got this, seeing as I spent like 2 or 3 hours writing it. Yeah... I get distracted.

xoxo feel free to leave suggestions for other oneshots!