TF2 Chan has a Kink Thread. There's generally speaking more requests than fills. I decided, both to try to help thin the numbers as well as to work on my writing, that I would pick random numbers and fill the prompt to the best of my ability, regardless of competence with or interest in the subject matter.

This fill: An AU in which Scout is a high school student, where he gets picked up by Sniper in his RAEP VAN.

I think the 'M' rating and the prompt should give you a pretty good warning of what is to come. In case you're confused, we've got non-con sex and m/m intercourse here along with a rather significant age difference between the participants.

"Jesus, Ma…" Rick, (known mostly as 'Scout' to his friends) mumbled under his breath. "This really sucks. Gary always wants to drive but when it's his own brother he's gotta go an' be a giant fucker."

He slammed his rusting locker shut and glanced up and down the hall with trepidation. Not that he was scared or anything but man, he just hoped the upperclassmen weren't doing dope outside the school again.

This area of Boston was not exactly ideal, but Scout's family wasn't wealthy and his Ma had done her best to ensure all her children had an education. Scout didn't blame her for that. What he did blame her for right now was this weird bout of bizarre excuses that were makin' him take the long walk home through all sorts of weird places. At least he always knew he could run fast if there was too much of a problem.

No sooner had he had this thought then there was a shout behind him. "Well if it ain't Scoot!"

The six (SIX) teenagers snickered and advanced on him. They might have been bullies looking for a bit of fun harassing an underclassman, but Scout spotted a bowie knife glittering in one boy's hand.

He could hear their laughter as he immediately took off running.

"Aincha gonna stay and fight tough guy? Thought ya were supposed t'be so tough Scooty!"

Scout ran for a few blocks and ducked behind a building. They were just not letting up and it was still way too far from home. Maybe he could find a place to hide. That camper van there looked pretty junky and abandoned: dings in its sides, drawn curtains.

He tried the door and scrambled backwards when it was opened for him.

"Well whot's this then?" the man with giant sideburns and a hairy chest leered down at Scout. He backed up.

"Shit man I totally..."

"You want to come in mate?" The smile seemed inviting but was maybe a little unnerving. "That gang there givin' you trouble. We can't have such a cute little bloke getting hurt. You must have a mum somewhere. I'll give ya a ride."

Normally Scout would have protested being called cute, but this guy was way older than him. Yeah. Just some geezer thing and totally better than the gang. "Yeah, thanks man."

The inside of the van seemed merely functional, but the bed seemed to be modified to be quite a bit bigger than the average bed one would find in a camper. Scout was forced to sit on it like a couch so he could sit down for the ride. His rescuer clambered into the front seat.

"Where am I taking you?" The engine gave a great cough and spluttered to life. Well shit, the thing actually worked.

"Uh, Fleet Street." It was about a half block away from his house. Scout did know better than to tell a perfect stranger his proper address. "So you uh…English or something?"

"Austrlian."

"Oh."

"What grade are you in?"

"Tenth."

"Mmm, that is a good grade. I loikes that one."

"What'd you say?"

"Good grade to be in, mate."

"Ohhhkay."

The walls were decorated with some weird, almost tribal looking stuff, and a large rifle sat in the corner. Scout's eyes zeroed in.

"Cool gun man! What d'you do with it?"

Sniper grinned to himself. "I'm a hunter. A sniper."

Okay, that was kinda neat. "What sorts of thing do you go for?" He could see the sign for Fleet Street up in the distance. Just when the conversation was getting cool. Guns were freakin' cool.

"Generally faster creatures, give myself a challenge."

"So like deer and stuff?"

"You could say that, mate." He pulled up the van and climbed quickly back into the back seat. "The whole idea is to have it so that they don't know what's coming before it's too late." There was the distinct click of a van door locking.

Sniper clambered over to the bed, pushing Scout down onto it with that horrible leer back in place.

"Oh god, you're going to kill me!" Scout screamed, only to have his mouth muffled.

"Nothin' loike that mate. Sometimes I just have a bit of fun with what I catch. Release 'em back into the wild, all gentle like."

This baffled Scout until he felt the press of something hard against his knee.

"Mmmfph Muuuffph."

"Now you're a kicker aren't yeh, an ouch, apparently a bit of a biter, so we'll just take care of that won't we." Sniper flipped Scout onto his back with surprising strength.

His face now muffled by the pillow and his arms and legs pinned by surprisingly strong thighs, Scout swore he was not going to cry and get out of this crazy rape fag's grasp. There was a slight scuffling sound above him and Scout's trousers were yanked down. He gasped hard as a slimy…oh shit that was the guy's finger oh shit oh shit oh shit ew, what was the slime?

"Ow. Whry drr yrr wrrna stirrk anythrring in thrr yrr crazy fag, poop crrms outta thrr!'

Above him, Sniper just put a chilling hand on his back, tracing little patterns. "I promised I'd be gentle with you mate."

Scout turned his head to the side. "That is not fuckin' gentle…what'd you do, stick another one in? OW cockfag, OW!" He prepared himself to scream his head off. Anything to get the attention of anyone, and it came out as a moan as one of those fingers touched /something/ inside him that suddenly made spots dance in front of his vision and his embarrassment mount as he couldn't help himself from starting to get aroused.

Sniper grinned and adjusted his fingers. "You loike that don't you. They all do in the end."

His cock now straining and pressed against the bed combined with all the stretching and the spot inside him being teased mercilessly, Scout broke his second promise to himself and started to cry. Cry and moan at the same time.

"None of that now mate. Hands and knees then." Scout was allowed to push himself up.

There was the tearing of the package of a condom and for just a second Scout almost brought his concentration back. He'd remember finding a used condom once in the room he used to share with his brother Alex and upon finding out what it was and whose it was…yeah that was gross. Think of Alex getting it on with that ugly zitty fatso chick who had been the only one who'd ever want him. He could punch this sonofabitch and get away.

Above him, Sniper unzipped his pants. God this guy had hair everywhere. It was all over his legs and Scout could feel it tickle him…oh god, this was it.

Scout yelled as one powerful thrust let the Australian penetrate him. Oh there hadn't been enough of those fingers had there? Think of um…rainbows. Shit now he was going to associate rainbows with gay fag sex.

What he wasn't expecting was for his cock to be taken up in one powerful hand and given a firm stroke. The painful sensation was lessening in his behind and he concentrated on the warm hand working away at his cock. Turned out the slimy stuff was only Vaseline and not some kind of weird octopus rapist secretion.

Sniper began to thrust, slowly, enjoying the sensation of one of the most perfect virgin asses he'd ever pounded in his life. Below him his little catch was moaning, involuntarily bucking against him both into the cock in his ass and the hand stroking him alternating.

Close, but wanting to prolong the experience as much as possible, Sniper could feel himself getting close, but preoccupied himself with nipping at the back of Scout's neck while he waited for the boy to come.

Shuddering hard, Scout came, but he wasn't allowed to flop bonelessly with shame at what he'd done or how good it had felt. Sniper was still going, pulling out and drawing back in, that chest hair tickling the back of his neck, groaning and finally finally coming. He took a deep breath, wiped the film of sweat off his skin and stood, giving scout's trousers a tug. "There you go mate, we've had our fun, haven't we. And now, you get to go."

The van door unlocked with a click and Scout beat hell out of the van, doing up his pants as he went. He kept running, even though he felt exhausted and didn't stop until he got home. He barely noticed that the weird salesman guy in the pinstripe who kept skulking around their neighbourhood was coming out of his house until he was almost on top of him.

"Careful with ze suit petit. By ze way. Did you enjoy ze time avec mon ami? I am sorry, but I really did need some time to visit with your muzzer. She is a most delightful lady."

Scout had no words.