AU Box

[lovesuwithknives]

Because I can't leave that Abstract Button alone, here's a bunch of AUs that roll about in my head that I figured I'd plop in here to see if anyone wants to bat them about.

Warnings apply for pretty much everything: smut, body horror, violence, nonconsensual science, cosmic horror, pregnancy, gender-switching, and probably more.


Wizarding AU
or
Harry Potter And The Contrived Fanfiction Plot

Is it Marauders-Era and you not only have to deal with them but this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? Or, even worse, is this during the books and you have to deal with all of that plus this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? This man looks like he just crawled out from under the floorboards of Voldemort's own goddamn house. He makes Snape look trustworthy. But boy does he know his stuff. And all kinds of other stuff. So what's Professor Azwel really about?


Cthulhu Mythos AU
or
The Call Of The Thing On The Living Room Floor Of The Witch-House Of The Terrible Old Man With The Silver Key To The Challenge From Beyond The Wall Of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Terrible things are afoot in New England in the 1920s. Fish-people and cultists and schlubs having horrible dreams are everywhere. Things are colours that don't exist. A squiggly symbol that scares the bejeezus out of you is scrawled on random surfaces. And what's that awful tekeli-li sound that rides the wind of an evening? What are those faceless flying creatures silhouetted against the moon? AND WHY IS AN EIGHT-FOOT-TALL BUG MAN THING CLAIMING HE'S RANDOLPH CARTER? Nobody knows except a strange mystic from Europe who calls himself only 'Azwel' and seems to know an awful lot about and awful lot of things. Things man (or woman or bug) was not meant to know! Do you follow him to the hilltops or into the cypress swamps or wherever else he says the horrible tomes direct him or do you do the smart thing and run screaming into the night, trailing As as you go?


Domestic Fluff
or
How I Married A Mad Alchemist

Ah, wedded bliss. Family life and home sweet home. Is there anything like it? Probably not. You are Mr. Or Mrs. Azwel. His first name is a secret he just might someday tell you. In the meantime, you now live in a big sprawling house with either three or seventeen cats (never any other number), a plethora of alchemical paraphernalia, and a husband whom you have to tempt out of the lab to eat. But he's wealthy. And he loves you more than anything. He just... has a very unconventional way of showing it.


Sex Slave
or
Fuggit, I'm Running Out Of Titles.

a Did you get bought from the sex slave market by this odd, mysterious nobleman who only goes by one name? How will this 'Lord Azwel' even treat you? Only one way to find out, as he's bringing you home to his mansion full of books and alchemy. Oh, my.

b You're looking for that special sex slave. Well, this fellow is certainly eye-catching, all big and manly, windswept and interesting. Watch out, though, the owner says he's a bit mad, too clever by three quarters, and was sold to him as punishment for some crime nobody will disclose.


Experiments? Oh My!
It can be any time, really, the aim is the same. This strange genius who calls himself only 'Azwel' has you locked up in his laboratory. He has a mission, you see, and that mission is to extract a very, very specific kind of energy from you. It can only be collected during orgasm. Oh, but he's terribly clever at getting people to that state....


Vampire AU
a Blaaaaaa! A mysterious alchemist who never goes out in the daytime has moved into that spooky castle. And at the same time there's tell of a mysterious fiend roaming the streets at night, ravishing nubile young maidens and... whatever the young gentleman equivalent may be... and draining their blood! Can anyone draw the obvious conclusion between these nocturnal shenanigans and that weird Count Azwel?

b You vampire, you! You've somehow gone and caught yourself a nosy alchemist who insists on being called only 'Azwel.' His fault for trying to investigate your castle/house/apartment/yurt/whatever, I suppose. Now what will you do with him? My, but he's a robust-looking fellow who'll certainly serve as a ready food supply....


Girl Genius AU
Explosions! Terrible mad science! Toothy monsters with cheesy accents! Giant switches actually labelled 'MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!' Gleeful destruction! Exclamation marks! Just what have you gotten yourself into walking into the midst of Mechanicsburg in a random era ruled by Azwel Heterodyne The Madder Than Usual?

Pet Person AU
a Who doesn't like a big fluffy kitty? A... really big, fluffy kitty. Even though he prefers to wear clothes, one can see just how fluffy Azwel is by his purple hair and beard, soft grey ears with purple tufts, and giant, fluffy purple and grey tail. Oh, but he'd make a lovely companion, if you can get him to stop chewing on you. His love is pointy, after all. His claws are so long they don't retract all the way, making him even pointier. But he's clever and just listen to that rumbling purr!

Oh, and one other thing. There's a very good chance he'll be in heat. And even if he's not, he's still very libidinous. Sorry about that.

b Are you the kind of pet person Azwel's looking for? He's after someone who can assist in his work and not push things off of shelves or knock things over with a wagging tail. A companion to curl up with on cold nights. A sexual partner. Is it you?

Sex Cult AU
There's a heady smoke in the air, a mist swirling grey-white under the full moon. A hypnotic drumbeat plays. Cloaked and hooded figures surround you, bear you along to the stone altar under the tall trees. They start a slow, circling dance and a low, sonorous chant slips into your hearing. At the altar stands another figure, clad in elabourate robes. He reaches up with beringed hands to remove his hood, revealing his face, long purple hair and beard surrounding pale features and a gaze that draws you in. He bids you step toward him. The ritual has begun.


As an added bonus, request Rule 63 of any of the above and hey, presto, Azwel was always a woman!


Got any other ideas? Feel free to throw them at me. ^.^

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[lovesuwithknives]

"Mmmmm, no-one and nothing at all. I like it." He melts into their kiss, however brief.

A decision, now? Hmmmm. His eyes ease open after a moment and he smiles. "I think I want you to ride me," he murmurs gently, his hands caressing as much of the other man as he can reach. "I want to feel you on top of me. Press me down. It feels good...."

Lying on his back as he is, it's easy to tell he's already starting to swell. He pays it no heed for the moment, though, far more interested in slowly unfastening Vash's trousers.

[goldenglasses]

“Yeah?“ Vash continues to unbutton his coat as he kisses Azwel's jawline. He didn't really need to take his coat off for this, but it was so big and cumbersome he preferred it off. Besides, he knew his scars wouldn't bother Azwel any. It and the armor he wears are tossed to the side.

Once he's done he'll begin to help Azwel with his own clothes. "I think I do that."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel can be the one on his back for a while--he likes it there well enough, anyway, and just the thought of bearing down on another person makes him fuzzy-minded and almost afraid of losing himself in a very unpleasant way. So much better to let someone else guide them, to follow their flow, instead. He smiles and slips his hand into Vash's trousers once they're out of the way enough, seeking that heated flesh. Those kisses have him tilting his head back, his breath coming harder, now, skin flushing with pleasure.

His own clothing, with all those buttons, is nevertheless easy to unfasten, to expose his hectic skin. He gives a shaky, breathless moan when Vash's hands reach the band of his trousers and his hips press upward. "Oh, yes," he breathes, "please... yes.... Mmmmmmhhh...." He's gone glassy-eyed with need. He's as responsive as ever, flushed and hot and damp, arching under the other's hands.

[goldenglasses]

Vash chuckles softly at the eagerness of his friend. "We're going slow, remember?" He speaks softly and without judgment. Although with the way he groans and nearly falls over completely on top of Azwel when his hand finds his cock he doesn't do much better. Already nearly hard thanks to the drugs and his natural growing arousal working together. Vash clears his throat in embarrassment as he goes back to tugging down Azwel's pants. Leaving the underwear for now and pressing his hand against the bulge growing there under the fabric. "Where's your lube?" Because he's sure Azwel has some somewhere.

[lovesuwithknives]

"You're right, of course," Azwel whispers warmly in reply. Slow and easy. Savour it. If he even notices that Vash nearly doesn't follow his own advice, he says nothing. He takes a few deep breaths, and by the time Vash has him stripped to his boxers he's awash in sensation, now. The bulge that Vash places his hand on is thick and very hot to the touch, already starting to tent the loose fabric, and Azwel moans dreamily when it's touched. His own hands have worked Vash free of his trousers by now, so he can gesture vaguely in the direction of the nightstand. "Over there... in the top drawer."

These soft, teasing touches are an agony of pleasure, and he can't quite entirely stop the slow squirming of his hips, gently rubbing his swelling length against Vash's hand, hoping he'll get the hint and massage him to hardness. Oh, he wants so much to be touched and kissed, as though to make up for all the touch he lacked during those sessions in that machine.

He has to voice these thoughts, though. "Touch me," he whispers, his head lolling back again. "Touch me and kiss me... mmmmhhh... missed it so much...."

[goldenglasses]

Slowly Vash pours lube onto his hand. Then just as slowly reaches into Azwel's underwear. Pulling out the prize he finds inside. His hand slowly gliding its way up his shaft as his artificial left hand slides around to Azwel's backside. Hooking into the helm of his boxers he slowly pulls down with one hand while the other moves up and down.

"I'll touch you." He says up close enough that his very breath touches Azwel. Leading a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest then letting his lips find one of Azwel's nipples. Kissing it softly in circles. "Are you going to touch me back?"

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ohh, yes," Azwel breathes, "I certainly am." His hands slip into Vash's hair, warm against his scalp, before slowly sliding down his neck. They move over his shoulders before one drops to move along Vash's side, palm and fingers pressed gently against the skin, and the other draws light fingers down his spine. He arches slightly into those lips on his nipple, breath catching, and his fingers curl, dragging short fingernails along Vash's back and leaving little pink lines.

He moans softly, dreamily, that fervid need now completely melted into hot, liquid desire, gentle and sensuous. He can only hope that this is even half as good for Vash as it is for him, and he slides his hands over places he knows the other likes to be touched. A small, pointy thought rolls around in his mind, giving him tiny pokes that he needs to make this as good for Vash as he can. To that end, one hand pats blindly about, looking for the lube.

"Mmmm, so much better now we can touch each other properly," he whispers, a slight smile on his face. He has no idea how he's able to string that many words together, but there they are. Maybe it's the slow, languid pace. Maybe it was just that important to him to say it.

[goldenglasses]

Vash has left the bottle discarded to the side. It won't be too hard for Azwel to find it. Perhaps if Vash's hands weren't so full he would help him to find the bottle.

The outlaw makes a soft moaning sound when those fingers run though his locks. After the day they've had his hair is already starting to fall down around his face in a mess. Not that he really cared at the moment. He'd would be happy to never style his hair again so long as Azwel kept his fingers running through those locks.

There's a shiver that makes it all the way through even to the hand Vash has around Azwel's cock when the man's fingers traced over a particularly sensitive scar. Lips trembling as he presses another trail of kisses to give Azwel's other nipple a bit of attention with his lips. When Azwel drags his finger nails across Vash's skin he responds in kind by gently taking that bit of flesh between his teeth. Giving just the smallest bit of pressure as he laps it with his tongue. "They should know better they'd get a better response like this." He mummers through his full mouth.

[lovesuwithknives]

It's almost too much, those teeth gentle around that little pap, riding that edge between pleasure and pain and Azwel gasps loudly in delight, trying not to let his back arch too much. "Oh, absolutely," he moans in reply. "Always... maintained they were... very bad at it," he finishes breathlessly, a heated shiver following those words.

He slowly runs his fingers through Vash's hair again, humming a low, purring, velvety growl in his chest. Oh, he could caress and explore all night, refamiliarising himself with every sensitive place on Vash's body, helping them both reclaim what this place keeps trying to sully. But desire stirs ever more hungrily, so he slicks his fingers and trails them along Vash's tailbone and between his cheeks before gently caressing his entrance.

Something tells him he needs to be gentle with it. A memory? Maybe just a thought, all jumbled up in what the machines and drugs left of his recollection of the last couple days. But he presses his hot, slick finger to it, as the other hand continues to caress, looking for more spots that'll make him shiver like that again.

[goldenglasses]

Vash lowers himself down a little more. Wanting to give those exploring fingers an easier reach. His body is relaxed and welcoming to those fingers, but there's still a small intake of breath when they reach his entrance. A fleeting feeling of pain and perhaps Azwel might noticed the tiniest bit of dried blood there.

"I want you." He speaks it softly. Wanting to give Azwel a bit of reassurance that Vash didn't want to stop. It was such a small injury. It didn't even register in terms of bad for Vash. After what he has survived in his life this was nothing at all.

Lifting his head up he returns to Azwel's mouth. Kissing it and nipping gently at the man's lower lip. "Let me feel you inside me." The hand around Azwel's cock squeezes a little tighter as it slides itself up and down.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Blood," Azwel whispers. It has a peculiar consistency all its own and he recognises it immediately. "Something's happened...." He trails off into their kiss, moaning softly at those little bites, at that hand tightening around his length. "I'll be gentle. You've helped me so many times, it's time I returned the favour...."

His finger slowly, gently, presses into that poor, abused entrance, slick and warm. This is why he keeps his fingernails so short--so they can ease into people more smoothly. Slowly, he starts a rhythm with that finger as his other hand threads its fingers into Vash's hair. He kisses him gently, lingeringly, as a tender feeling wells up in him. Later, he'd meditate on it and realise it was simple compassion.

He'll vaguely remember it from long, long ago.

But now he simply lets it grow in his mind. He curls his legs around Vash's knees and starts to roll his hips, coaxing him into a slow, gentle rhythm, their bodies mirroring his hand.

[goldenglasses]

Vash makes a soft, pleased humming sound before he buries his head into Azwel's shoulder and neck. Breathing in the sent of the man under him as he gets use to the sensation of being touched in such an intimate spot once again. "Azwel." He felt like he should say something, but he can't think of what to say. "Azwel." He just repeats the name again. "Azwel."

His body follows Azwel's lead when it starts to rock. He uses a hand to prop himself up enough that he's not completely crushing Azwel. He also stops stroking the man's cock as they begin to rock. Instead he positions himself so that their cocks will begin to rub together with the motion of their bodies. Growing more comfortable with the intrusion to his ass he lifts up his head. Kissing Azwel once again and occasionally saying his name.

[lovesuwithknives]

Ah... god,... that feels almost too good. Azwel moans softly, throatily, falling completely into the slow movement and languid kisses. The place is so quiet that their own sounds, their breathing and soft hums of pleasure, the slow, liquid sound of kisses, his name whispered on a heated breath, surround Azwel and he finally, finally lets himself drown in sensation as he loves so much to do.

And yet he's not so far gone that, when he feels Vash is relaxed enough around his finger, he doesn't think to whisper, a breath away from the other's lips, "Shall we go for two?"

[goldenglasses]

A nod of his head as he nearly nuzzles into the hand in his hair. "Yes. I'm ready." He is ready and will make a pleased hum as the second finger is inserted into him. An elated gasp escaping as his body stretches to accept him.

He nips gently at Azwel's neck with his excitement. Knowing his friend likes things a little rough by now he presses his lips against soft skin and begins to add a bit of pressure. Between his gentle bites and sucking lips Azwel is going to have a nice pink mark left behind later.

[lovesuwithknives]

Despite all the small scars up and down his neck, the skin a little ropy in a few places, soft and tender in others, Azwel is still very sensitive there. It makes Azwel's breath catch and he arches into it, head tilting back. A long, breathy moan follows it. "Oh, yes..." he breathes, incoherent for a moment. After a few breaths he regains at least enough thought to angle his hand slightly, fingers brushing gently over Vash's sensitive spot. He's starting to ache and throb, the press of their bodies only exciting him further. But he can stay resolute for a few minutes longer, at least, his fingers slow and gentle.

"Mmmmmm, tell me when you want more," he whispers.

[goldenglasses]

Vash makes a choked, strangled sound of surprise and delight. He had not expected Azwel to try for that spot so quickly. His tattered and scarred skin already breaking out in a coat of sweat. He keeps his hips rocking even as he shivers at the way the rocking causes Azwel's fingers to bump against that pocket of nerves. "Keep touching right there." He moans loudly near Azwel's ear. "Do that and add the next." Excitedly he nips at Azwel's earlobe. Tugging and pulling just a little with his eagerness for what was soon to come.

[lovesuwithknives]

Something about that eagerness has emotion welling up giddily in Azwel's chest and throat. He only vaguely remembers what happened with that machine, now, apart from the distress it'd caused. That he'd caused, however unwillingly. He eases his third finger in, now, slow and gentle. The teeth against his earlobe, tugging at it so deliciously, pull a lustful moan from him. His hips buck briefly before he remembers himself, that they were doing this slowly. He has the vague notion that he owes that to Vash.

He turns his head, kissing fervently at whatever skin he can reach as they move, his fingers gentle against that spot deep inside the other man. He's quivering, now, shaky moans in his throat. "Ah, god," he breathes. "Mmmh, I can't wait... so good...." he trails off, running out of words, letting his soft, hot lips speak instead, nipping and sucking at Vash's nec and shoulder almost desperately.

[goldenglasses]

The excited buck just makes Vash laugh a little bit. Enjoying his friends excitement and eagerness instead of being put off by it. Although the laughter is quickly cut off by a loud lustful shout. His fingernails dig into Azwel's skin as his back arches into those probing fingers. "You will wait." Vash says trying to sound forceful and commanding, but the giddy tone sort of ruins it.

He didn't want this cascade of kissing to stop. It felt so incredibly good to be this badly wanted. His nerves on fire with desire and the rush of arousal coursing through his entire body. "Wait." He repeats kissing Azwel forcefully on his lips. Pushing his tongue inside even if it's not welcomed. He can't think of a single reason why it wouldn't be welcomed. As he kisses and rubs his tongue along Azwel's teeth and own tongue he pushes himself up and forward. Straddling Azwel as he starts to put himself into the proper position. "Just a little longer." He reaches behind him to grab at Azwel's firm cock. "Wait." One last long kiss as the hardest part was coming up which was to have Azwel remove those delightful fingers. Of course they were being removed to be replaced with something much bigger that could push down even better.

[lovesuwithknives]

Just as that attempt at a command warms him, the nails in his skin sends wonderful lightning through his nerves. He shivers violently and moans, and continues moaning into that deep kiss. Oh, yes, he welcomes that probing tongue with his lips and his own tongue, hungry and so, so heated. His moans grow low and velvety. When the kiss finally breaks he gasps heatedly for air.

"Oh, yes," he breathes slowly, quivering as Vash reaches back and grasps his throbbing cock. But he takes a long, deep breath and finds the lube bottle again. Really, it's better for both of them--when he eases his fingers out of Vash, he quickly slicks his length with one hand, the other drawing slowly over the other's balls, hot and gentle. "I'll wait," he breathes. "As long as you need... Mmmmhhhh, though I don't wish to, I will..." His hands soothe and caress, though, really, he doesn't know any longer why it's so important. But it is. So that's all that matters to him, now.

[goldenglasses]

Vash was the one who had been saying wait, but clearly he didn't want to wait long either. Being so eager that he didn't even think about applying more lube. Still, he's somewhat patient as Azwel prepares himself by kissing just under where Azwel's beard stops. Kissing and continuously moaning as he waits for the lube to be applied.

When Azwel starts to rub his hand over his swollen balls Vash let's out a soft whimper. It's was a bit unnerving sometimes to have someone touching such a sensitive area, but he trusts Azwel and the touch feels so good. An odd sort of comfort. Vash begins to pump his hand on Azwel's shaft and spreads a bit more of that lube around. It's a bit of an automatic reactions he's grown into whenever he has someone's length in his hand. "I think." He pauses and gasps for breath, but gets distracted kissing Azwel before he continues again. "We're ready." His chest heaves with the effort it takes to try to gasp in as much air as possible so he can kiss without stopping for as long as possible. "Yeah?"

[lovesuwithknives]

Oh... oh, that feels so good, those lips under his jaw. Azwel moans and quivers. He gently massages those soft, swollen balls, his breath growing ragged as they touch and caress each other, as he drowns in those breathless kisses. He can't stop moaning quietly, either.

"Mmmmh, yes... we're ready." His hand guides his tip to that hot, welcoming core, his other hand going to Vash's hip to guide him down. "So very ready...."

[goldenglasses]

Holding himself up with one hand Vash lets out a loud cry as he lets Azwel help guide him down. It still stung the damage from before, but feeling someone filling him again soon overrides any of the discomfort. Slowly Vash takes Azwel into him. Sighing once the head is in and trembling with the effort of going slow.

His hand not holding himself up rakes instead down Azwel's chest as he sinks lower and lower. Hips already trying to slowly roll and find that spot inside of him that will have him seeing stars. Vash won't stop, not until he's all the way down. No matter what pain it may cause at this point.

[lovesuwithknives]

He arches and a growling moan rumbles in his throat. Pulling in a long breath, he slowly rolls his hips along with Vash's, loose and easy, not so much pushing himself in faster as guiding him along, moving with him, angling for that sensitive spot. That soft tightness sometimes trembles around him, and when it does he caresses the other's hips and thighs, breathing hard to still his quivering.

And when Vash has sunk all the way down onto him he gives a long, lustful sound, his eyes fluttering--it feels too good... he's still throbbing inside him, that ache massaged away and replaced with something that dances so close to overloading his senses. Vash can see how this has unravelled Azwel as he moves wantonly under him, the sounds in his throat growing plaintive.

He reaches up to pull Vash into another kiss, to soothe with his lips and hands the pain he heard in his voice and saw on his face, however briefly.

[goldenglasses]

Vash sits for a moment simply rocking on top of Azwel. Enjoying the feeling of being so filled it feels like he might burst. His head thrown back Vash moans loudly. Those hands caressing his hips and thighs, encouraging him to continue, feel delicious to Vash. Part of him wants to tell Azwel why that simple touch makes him so happy. How he was so hungry for a kind and encouraging touch that finally getting it fills him with joy, but he doesn't have the mind to string words like that together. Instead he tries to show how thankful he is with his motions.

Azwel doesn't have to pull too hard to get Vash to bed low enough to kiss him. Greedily Vash kisses and will steal away any Azwel allows him to get away with. Humming excitedly as he starts to raise himself up. Pulling up until he gets to Azwel's head before allowing gravity to pull himself back down. Going all the way once more before pulling himself back up. He kisses so hard on occasion when something pulls uncomfortably or stings that their lips may be slightly bruised or swollen when they're done. At the moment Vash doesn't care. He's hungry for Azwel's taste and he doesn't want to stop kissing as his body carefully moves up and down.

[lovesuwithknives]

There are no words that could possibly describe how good this feels, to be ridden so slowly, kissed so deeply, a heavy warm body pressing him down. How his nerves hum at that perfect pitch. How every last inch of him tingles with a beautiful, sublime energy. It's powerful and all-consuming and he never wants it to stop. He rolls his hips, moving with him, and the two hit a wonderful wavelike motion that has him sinking slowly toward that oblivion he craves. Does he want that oblivion, right now, though? Or does he want to live forever in this exquisite bliss, right on that knife's edge between not enough and too much?

He nearly whispers to Vash to move harder... but something stops him. He has no idea why, but he absolutely needs to follow the other's pace this time. He'll hungrily take those occasionally fierce kisses, then, savouring that pressure and that tiny bit of pain. His nails occasionally scrape as his back arches, the craving for more tightening his spine.