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Family Traditions	By : tracyfan2 Category: S through Z > Thunderbirds Views: 8364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds. This is an original work of Fanfiction. No money is being made. I am in no way, shape or form known to the authors. Gerry Anderson is the creator of the show.

Chapter List
- 1-Family Traditions
- 2-Ch2: Alan's Fun Begins
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A/N: If you are under eighteen, don't like reading slash fics or this type of reading is prohibited where you live, please leave now. Constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome - flames are not. Ideas are also welcomed but may or may not be used. Please see first chapter for list of warnings.

Alan swallowed hard as Scott dropped his underwear. “You can scream all you want to; you probably will want to scream,” Scott suggested. “This won't be the most pleasant thing for you. You can even resist if you want. There's nobody around for miles, Alan, and we aren't on the island.” With that, he roughly slapped Alan. Alan pulled away. If he could resist and scream... why was Scott threatening Gordon?

“One thing though,” Scott respond, “you will not threaten me with family. You will not tell anyone. Good luck trying to escape,” he sneered. “Don't mention family while we're here, though. If you do, I promise you I'll hurt Gordon and make it look like an accident. Nobody will know. As far as Dad knows, I'm rewarding you for you graduation. We're having fun in paradise for two weeks; check-ins will be... well not often,” he remarked.

This was fun in paradise? Alan thought to himself. This was not fun at all. But what could Alan do about it?

“Now,” Scott said, “it is time for the rules.”

Great, Alan had rules? He did not even want to be here, and he had rules? He swallowed hard. He decided that it would be better for him to listen then not to listen. Scott outweighed him by at least a hundred pounds. There there was no way Alan to resist; it would be better for him to play along for now.

“Rule number one,” Scott said. “You will always address me as 'Sir'. If, on the odd chance we are in public, you will not address me unless you are invited to by someone else, in which case, you always call me Scott. Are we clear on that? Oh, and that reminds me. No speaking unless I specifically instruct you too, so just nod your head in response to these – but ask questions if you're not clear on something.”

Alan nodded. He knew this time here would be awful for him. Maybe not for Scott, but for him. He closed his eyes. Scott smirked and kissed him on the lips. “That is the only rule I wish to discuss right now,” he said. “I will tell you more later.” Scott grabbed Alan by the arm gently.

Alan wasn't sure how much to fight back. He'd made it quite clear to Scott that he didn't want this; Scott wasn't listening. Now totally nude, Alan was dragged out of that room an into another room. “You won't be needing your clothes for awhile.”

“I don't...”

Scott just slapped Alan again. “Don't speak unless you're spoken too.” With that, he lead Alan through a new door and shut it promptly. “This will be your room for the time being,” he said. Alan swallowed the lump in his throat. Two weeks. He would be spending two weeks like this. He did not did want to spend any time here all, but it looked like he had no choice.

“Get on the bed.” Scott's voice was so rough that Alan had no choice but to listen. He felt Scott grab him by the arm and dragged the bed, where Scott kissed him again.

“I don't want this,” Alan whispered one last time, despite knowing that what he wanted did not matter here. “No, please, Scott!” tears began to run down Alan's face, but Scott just chuckled and ignored them as he forcefully kissed Alan.

“Relax, little brother,” Scott reassured. He smiled as he grabbed Alan not-too-gently by the arm. “Bed!” he commanded, flinging his little brother to the floor. Alan tried to stop crying and fight back as Scott roughly pinned him down on the mattress, maneuvering it so his body was pulled against Alan's. Alan swallowed hard, knowing what was likely about to happen.

“You're mine, little brother,” Scott whispered. He grabbed Alan's arm and yanked it around, pulling it behind Alan in handcuffs. Alan struggled anyway, making Scott pin his brother down against the bed He roughly kissed Alan, causing Alan to squirm over his glare.

“You're going to get fucked, whether you like it or not, brother,” Scott reassured Alan, letting Alan know in no uncertain terms what was going to happen. Alan couldn't help it then; the tears started to cascade down his face. He tried to sniffle them away, but that only seemed to make them worse. “Oh, little Alan, don't cry.”

With that, Scott forced his penis into Alan's asshole.

Alan screamed.
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