传说中那篇吱吱被RAPE的文章。

"Slash, I don't think this is a good idea. I don't like this." "Izz, will you be quiet, I walk down this alley all the time, it's perfectly safe." Slash sighed, and Izzy basically attached himself to Slash's side. "I really don't like this." Slash supposed it was a little scary, but nothing overly creepy, just a dark alley that police rarely came anywhere near. It was a long alley, with lots of others crossing it, that went for maybe half a mile that was convenient for getting back to Hell House from their favorite bar. About halfway along, two men came into view "Hey nigger, how much for ya little friend?" They blocked their path. They were large, bulky men dressed in black. Slash and Izzy's eyes both widened, and Izzy pressed himself close to Slash's side, looking at Slash with fear in his huge dark eyes. "Yeah, I wanna **** him, how much?" "He's not a whore. Find someone else." Slash pulled Izzy close, protectively and beginning to back up, but his head bumped into something cold and metal. He turned and found himself face-to-face with another large man, holding a gun in Slash's face. "I don't think so." Fear filled Slash's stomach and he looked to Izzy who was frozen, fear all over his unusually pale face, his breathing panicked and quick. "We'll give you $2000." One of the other men said and stepped forward yanking Izzy out of Slash's grasp and throwing him to the ground. Izzy immediately tried to scramble away but was stopped when the third man put a knife to his throat.

"Don't move." Izzy froze, trembling, tears beginning to shine in his huge terror filled eyes. "Get the nigger against the wall, don't interfere mother****er, or we'll kill you and your little friend." Izzy gasped when he was moved, yanked to his feet for just long enough to rip his clothes off before throwing him back to the ground, forcing him onto his hands and knees as one of the men knelt behind him, undoing his pants. Slash stood paralyzed against the wall. His stomach was doing back flips, he wanted to be sick, cry for help, and so much more, but couldn't. He could only watch in horror as Izzy turned his head to him, helplessly, his eyes in a silent plea for help, before he broke the gaze, his eyes snapping shut and his head back as the man pushed into him with no warning, no lube, no stretching. Izzy screamed, a horrible, tortured, broken sound. Tears were beginning to run down his cheeks as the man raped him, thrusting in and out, undoubtedly tearing Izzy inside, screams pouring from Izzy's lips, echoing off the alley walls. Izzy cried and screamed as he was torn, destroyed, violated, helpless to stop it. The man eventually came, pulling out and grinning down at Izzy who had collapsed, curling into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably, blood and semen pouring from his hole. Slash ran to Izzy's side as soon as he could, kneeling beside his broken friend, staring at him in disbelief, unsure of what to do. He unconsciously accepted the wad of cash that was pressed into his hand as the men disappeared down the alley. He felt horrible. If only he had taken a different route, he and Izzy could be sitting on the couch at home, laughing their asses off with the other guys at some stupid show on their tiny TV, instead of kneeling beside Izzy in a dark alley, one of his closest friend's basically destroyed. "Oh Izzy..." he gently reached out a shaky hand and stroked Izzy's ghostly pale, clammy cheek. Izzy looked up at him with shattered eyes, tears spilling out of them and down to Slash's fingers. "Oh Izz..." He shook his head and thrust the wad of cash into his pocket before carefully pulling Izzy into his lap, hugging his shaky frame close. Izzy was shaking too badly to return the hug, his eyes huge and sad, his breath coming in short gasps. "Izz, Izz..." He murmured into Izzy's hair. They knelt there for quite a while, normally Slash would have been surprised that no one had come along, but now he was too worried about the broken man he held in his arms. Eventually Slash was able to grasp a rational thought. "You need a doctor." Izzy shook his head and tried to get closer to Slash. "You at least need somewhere warm and sanitary to stay for the night." Izzy shook his head again. "No, Izz, we have the money, we're staying at a motel tonight. You need to." He got to his feet attempting to help Izzy stand, but he couldn't his legs were too weak. Slash managed to help him into the remains of his jeans and put his jacket on Izzy's upper body before scooping the smaller brunet into his arms.

He slowly began the trek out of the alley. They needed to get onto a real street first. After a short while they found a motel and Slash sat Izzy on a bench just next to the office for the motel. Izzy made a little noise and tried to cling to him, his arms and hands failing to successfully grab hold of Slash. "Izz, stop it, I need you to sit right here for just one minute while I get us a room. I promise you, you'll be alright. Do you trust me enough to sit here while I get us somewhere safe to stay for the night?" Izzy gave a pitiful nod and Slash hugged him briefly, rubbing his back. "Good, I'll be right back." Slash quickly spoke to the owner and paid for a room for the night. He grabbed the key and immediately, practically ran to Izzy. "See, you're okay?" Izzy nodded a little and held his arms up like a child. Slash hugged him briefly. His shaking had calmed a little and he was able to return the hug, trembling ar***inking around Slash's neck. Slash tightened his arms around him, Izzy felt so small. After a few seconds, he pulled back a little and Izzy dropped his ar***etting Slash scoop him up again. Slash carried him to the door to their room where he set Izzy down to open the door before picking him up again, kicking the door shut behind him and laying the smaller guitarist on the bed. Slash sat beside him and stroked his hair. Should he look at Izzy to see how bad he was hurt? He decided he probably should and gently laid a hand on Izzy's shoulder. "Izz, I need to take a look...um, down there. If you're hurt..." Izzy shot him a weak echo of what Slash guessed was a glare and shook his head. "Izz, really. I need to make sure you're not hurt badly. It's either me or a doctor..." At that Izzy shook his head fiercely and attempted to reach down to the fly of his jeans to remove the***ash stopped him and rolled him onto his stomach. A large stain covered his butt and Slash swallowed. "Let me know if it hurts too bad, I'll take a break." He reached under Izzy and undid the button and zipper before carefully lowering the jeans down Izzy's skinny legs. His eyes widened at what he saw. He had seen the blood stain on the back of Izzy's jeans, but this...all over his butt and thighs was blood, semen mixed in around his hole. He gagged. He quickly rose and rushed into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. As he threw up, he tried to get the image of Izzy's blood covered butt out of his mind. How could that happen to Izzy...? Sweet, loving, gentle Izzy. Ah yes, it was all his fault. It was his fault Izzy was lying in there, scared, in pain, broken. When he was done being sick, he flushed the toilet and rose to his knees, wiping his mouth on a paper towel before tossing it in the trashcan. He quickly got a towel wet and went back to the room, to Izzy who was lying exactly how Slash had left him, except his body was wracked with sobs, his face in the pillow, muffling his pained sobs. "Izz..." He knelt next to his friend and gently rubbed his shoulders. "Izzy, it'll be alright." He rubbed Izzy's back for a few minutes, looking down at Izzy's butt, adjusting himself to the sight. Finally he moved back down and began gently washing the blood away. In a way, it wasn't as bad to see now that the blood was cleaned away, but knowing without a doubt, without being able to pretend, where it was coming from, was even worse. He took a deep breath and gently rubbed Izzy's lower back for a moment, before spreading his cheeks, Izzy giving a little hiss, and carefully beginning to clean along his crack, Izzy gasping in pain when it brushed over his abused hole. "Izzy. This is going to hurt, no doubt about it, but it's not on purpose. I'm sorry." He said softly before as carefully as he could easing a finger into Izzy just a little, the smaller man crying out softly. Not screaming like he had been in the alley, but a high, keening, cry of pain. "I'm sorry Izz." He pushed in a little farther before pulling out. No new blood, but some older, semi-dried blood stuck to his finger. "I think you'll be okay for tonight, but I'm taking you to a doctor tomorrow. No ifs or buts about it, you need a doctor."


Izzy shook his head hard, but Slash stopped him. "No, no buts. You need a doctor, Izz." He laid beside his friend, gently brushing his soft hair away from his face. Izzy's eyes, huge and scared looked out at him and the pain Izzy was in hit Slash right in the face. It was his fault, all his fault this had happened. But he couldn't let Izzy see him cry. No, Izzy was upset enough. "I'm going to go to Target or K-Mart or something and the grocery store. What do you want to eat?" Izzy just looked at him. "How about I get some good comfort food...peanut butter and jelly, and macaroni and cheese. Maybe hot dogs, some veggies. Is that alright? Will you eat that?" Izzy gave a tiny nod. "Okay. You want me to get something yummy like cookies?" Izzy gave a little nod and Slash smiled at him. "Oreos and some milk, okay?" Izzy nodded again and Slash reached out and stroked the soft skin of his cheek. "You need some pajamas...would you be mortified if I got you one of those old nightgowns for guys you see in old British stuff...don't know what there technically called...but there won't be a seam along your butt, could I get you one of those things?" Izzy gave what Slash guessed was a shrug before nodding. "Okay Izz. You try to rest a little, get some sleep. I'll be back real soon." He helped Izzy under the covers and kissed his cheek softly before leaving the room.


"Izzy, I'm back." Slash kicked the door shut behind him and looked to the bed. Izzy wasn't there, and that's when he heard soft crying. He immediately threw the bags onto the bed, and found Izzy on the floor. "Izzy!" He knelt by the smaller man, gently shifting him up to a sitting position. "What happened?" Izzy gave a hiccupy sob and attempted to gesture towards his crotch then the floor where Slash discovered a large wet stain. His mind clicked, Izzy must have needed the bathroom and tried to get there but didn't make it. "Oh Izz, it's alright. I should have made sure you didn't need to go before I left. It's alright." He gently rubbed Izzy's back. "Let's get you a nice, warm bath, okay?" Izzy didn't respond more than dropping his head onto Slash's shoulder. "You'll feel a little better, I promise."
He carefully scooped Izzy up, carrying him into the small bathroom and sitting him on the edge of the tub while he turned the water on. He gently took Izzy's hand and splashed a little bit of water on it. "This okay? It's not too hot..." Izzy gave a little nod and Slash helped him into the tub. "You want a bubble bath?" Izzy didn't respond, just looked at Slash. Slash sighed. "Izz, you need to talk eventually. Do you want a bubble bath?" Izzy shrugged, a tiny nod accompanying it. "It'll be nice." He poured some of the bubble mix into the tub and gently put an arm around Izzy's shoulders while the tub filled. When it was full he twisted the tap off and turned to Izzy. "You just lie here, relax, I'll be back in just a little minute, okay?" Izzy nodded and laid back, resting his head against the wall, his body sinking into the warm water and bubbles. Slash gave him a reassuring smile and left the room.
He took the grocery bags into the little kitchen and unpacked them on the counter, before putting things away. He then grabbed some paper towels and returned to the main little bedroom. Kneeling where he'd been before, he began to clean up the puddle from Izzy's accident. When he was done he tossed the paper towels in the trashcan and unpacked the other bags, laying out a package of underwear and two pairs of pajamas, one for him and one for Izzy, along with some other things including a nice large fluffy towel, some nice smelling shampoo and soap, a warm robe, some thick soft socks, a hairbrush and a few of Izzy's favorite movies for the little TV and VCR they had in their room.
He took the towel, shampoo and soap back to the bathroom where he found Izzy looking somewhat relaxed and comfortable in the warm water. "Feeling a little better?" Izzy looked and him and nodded. "You should wash now. Do you need any help?" Izzy gave a shy, small nod, averting his eyes, but still attempted to take the shampoo out of Slash's hands. His hands still shook slightly, but he was able to pour some of the shampoo into his hand and meagerly washed his hair, Slash eventually helping him before filling up a large cup sitting on the edge of the tub and dumping it over Izzy's head. He continued rinsing Izzy's hair, making sure it was clean before helping Izzy wash the rest of his body. Slash couldn't help but notice how thin Izzy was. Granted, all of them were on the thin side, they weren't exactly eating well, but Izzy had a very slender build and the lack of proper nourishment they all suffered from made him look incredibly thin.


Slash left cleaning Izzy's privates for last. "Do you need any help, with um...?" He gestured towards Izzy's crotch. Izzy blushed slightly and nodded a little. "I'm sorry if I do anything that doesn't really feel good, but...well, you know what I mean." Slash carefully and a little hesitantly cleaned Izzy's cock and balls before washing Izzy's butt quickly but gently, Izzy giving a pained little moan when Slash cleaned along his crack and hole. "There, nice and clean. Ready to get out?" Izzy nodded a little. "You wanna try standing?" Izzy nodded again and Slash helped him to his feet. He couldn't really walk yet, his legs were shaking, but with Slash's help it was enough.
Slash wrapped the towel around him, quickly rubbing him dry. "I'll be right back, lemme get you your pajamas." Slash did just that and returned with a pair of underwear, the pajamas, the robe and the socks. "Let's get you dressed." He helped Izzy dress, carefully adjusting Izzy's cock in the pair of briefs Slash had bought him, before helping him into the pajamas which were a little loose but not overly so. The robe and socks followed, and Slash took him back to the main room, sitting him on the bed and taking a seat behind the smaller man, beginning to brush his hair.
"This alright?" Izzy gave a slight nod and Slash continued gently brushing the tangles and knots out of Izzy's soft dark hair until it was flawless and only slightly damp. "Ready for something to eat?" Izzy gave a little nod. "Is a peanut butter sandwich with some veggies okay?" Izzy nodded. "What do you want to drink? Milk?" Izzy nodded again before crawling over to the other side of the bed and laying down, crawling under the covers. "You wanna sleep?" Izzy shrugged a little and pointed to the kitchen. "Food then sleep?" Izzy nodded. "Okay, I'll have some food for you in just a couple minutes." Izzy didn't respond, just laid back down, curled under the covers, and watched him prepare the food.
Slash was worried about Izzy. The rhythm guitarist hadn't said a word since the rape. Should he take Izz to see a psychologist as well as a doctor? Probably not, as he knew Izzy would protest furiously. But still, he was worried about his friend, and he still felt incredibly guilty, the rape had been his fault. He had cried his eyes out as soon as he was out of the motel room, he had felt horrible, and still didn't feel particularly good. He shouldn't have forced Izzy to come with him. He knew Izzy didn't like being alone out late, and Izzy hadn't wanted to take that alley, but Slash had practically made him. He quickly stopped his thoughts though. He didn't want to upset Izzy further. "Food's ready." He sat next to Izzy, giving him his plate and holding the glass of milk.
Izzy silently took the sandwich and took a small bite, slowly chewing before swallowing it. He finished nearly half the sandwich before eating a few of the celery sticks and carrots Slash had put on the plate. After that, he took the glass of milk and drank the whole thing before shaking his head, signaling to Slash he was done. "You don't want any more?" Izzy shook his head. "Can I eat it?" Izzy nodded and Slash quickly finished the plate of food before taking the dishes to the kitchen.


"I'll be back in just a little minute, Izz." He grabbed his own pajamas and disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't feel comfortable changing in front of Izzy, even though they had seen each other naked countless times and Slash had actually touched Izzy in a way which some people would consider intimate. But he didn't want to remind Izzy of the rape, and in his mind, Izzy shouldn't see another naked man for a while because it might remind him of the man who raped him. He quickly used the toilet and dressed in his pajamas before going back to the main room and laying down beside Izzy.
"Goodnight Izz." He flipped off the light but suddenly remembered Izzy's accident from earlier. "Wait, before you go to sleep, do you need to pee?" He could make out Izzy shaking his head. "Okay. Goodnight, Izz, sleep well." But Slash couldn't sleep, his mind was still racing and it only paused when he felt a shy, slightly shaking hand slide into his own. "Izzy?" Izzy squeezed his hand in response. "Can't sleep?" Slash could see Izzy nod. "Try not to think about it. And I know I really have no right to say that, but..." He sighed. "Izzy, I have to say, I am so sorry this happened to you, no one deserves that, and you, Izz, you're such a nice person, you...I'm so sorry. And I know I should be apologizing a lot more because it's all my fault--"
"No." It was the first word Izzy had said since the rape. Slash could make out Izzy's eyes, piercing into his, clear, sharp, and oddly calm, just like his voice.
"But I..." Izzy squeezed his hand hard, shaking his head.
"No." He repeated, softer this time.
"Izz..." He couldn't find the words, but Izzy understood and squeezed his hand.
"Slash...Slash..." he murmured, partially to reassure Slash and partially to test the name on his tongue, it seemed foreign after not saying it for, what was to some degree, quite some time.
Several minutes later, they still lay there, in silence. Izzy's hand was still in Slash's, his eyes watching Slash, for what, neither of them was sure. After several more minutes, Slash's eyes began to drift shut. "G'night Izz..." And just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep he got an almost silent reply.
"'Night Slash."

姑娘好人 @没有啥有问题 

兴奋地点进来看结果发现好像是看过的=_=好像是在RockFic上的？

看了看开头
这个Izzy......
然后就看不下去了.......

看了开头。。累。。。

我用了多少勇气才把它看完啊。。。。。

吐血吐血，吐一公升血，太凶残了。