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. ^.^

Comments

[goldenglasses]

She wasn't wrong with the way Vash groaned and started to stir. They had even taken into their calculations how his healing body would burn through the sedition. Vash tries to sit up once his mind starts coming back to him, but is held down in place by the restraints. "No! NO!" His eyes next noticing Azwel on the bed next to him and then the researcher.

"Don't do this! Please! I beg you!" It was real, honest begging. "At this rate you'll kill him!"

She tsks away Vash's concern. "Please. We know you've dealt with reckless researchers in the past, but don't judge us the same way. His mind is still useful to us. We will not do anything that will kill him." Discomfort and pain? That was something else entirely. "Besides, if he were to die this world would resurrect him once again. There is no need for your distress."

Vash looks towards his friend. Guilt clearly in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Once again, like their first meeting, Vash has made things worse instead of helping his friend.

[lovesuwithknives]

As though confident she had made her point, the researcher returns to the controls, coolly entering commands.

Resurrected. It's a word Azwel never thought would be applied to him before this place happened, mainly because he knew it was an impossibility for even the most brilliant of alchemists or sorcerers. But they throw it about so casually, here. He wonders, briefly, if he'd come back free of pain. Then he wonders why on earth he'd ever seriously consider such a thing.

Then he stops wondering as the buzzing steals his thoughts and makes him sit up, whereupon he notices the sensors attached to his skin, even though the buzzing ensures he can't actually ponder its meaning. The green light glows steadily on the device.

"We will, of course, be using the orgone sensors again," the researcher states calmly, entering more commands. "And we will need you to filter the data again."

Azwel shivers, the only reaction he can manage before his body moves, rolling onto his hands and knees and then swinging a leg over Vash so that he straddled him again. Once more he reaches over Vash and moves some of the sensors in answer to a code only he can see. Once more he attaches the sensors to him with caressing hands.

The researcher leaves the room, and a beat later that musky-smelling gas starts to seep into the room.

Azwel looks tired. Very tired. And yet he leans forward and whispers. "I forgive you," before te device flashes red and he twitches slightly.

[goldenglasses]

Vash stares up sadly at his friend. Pulling so hard at his wrists that they're on the risk of starting to bleed. Watching as the researcher starts to leave the room. "Wait! Stop! At least let him rest! You don't need to do this right now!"

She doesn't bother to give Vash a response. Exiting the room and leaving it to fill with that interesting smell once again. "I'm sorry. Azwel, I'm so sorry." He doesn't care that Azwel has forgiven him. He feels so helpless and he hates it. He watches the light turn red. "I won't hold back this time." Get it done as quick as possible and let his friend get his rest.

[lovesuwithknives]

The light winks back to green and Azwel gives a soft sigh, his eyes falling shut. The scent seeps into his mind and whispers to him that it's so much easier to give in. That for all his prideful stubbornness his will is pliable and doesn't it just feel so good to fall into this state and let something else take over? The conscious part of his mind, the part that clings stubbornly to the concept that every human forges their own destiny, tries to resist. Tries to shout out that no, it doesn't. But the scent and his own weariness win.

His eyes go unfocussed, and he breathes deeply, a soft hum in his throat. "Breathe deep," he whispers, dropping gentle kisses along Vash's jaw. "give in... mmmmhhh, feels good...."

The people watching in the control booth would likely be surprised that the sensor array starts to rotate so soon--whether it's the scent or just his own indefatigable sexual energy, the machinery has picked up those first sparks of Azwel's desire. Some of them grumble that it'll be over too soon. "Shaddap, this is hot," others say. They've agreed on the program, anyway, so now it's time to watch and see how it unfolds.

Azwel seems less weary with his eyes closed and this peaceful, blank look on his face. His hair hangs down, brushing against Vash's skin as he moves, silk against his cheek and neck. Slowly, Azwel's lips find Vash's and he kisses him the way he so often does, gently and repeatedly. His hips start to roll slowly, his spine curving and arching with the motion.

"Go under with me," he breathes slowly between kisses, hot little puffs against the other's lips still curving and arching. "Give in... let go your thoughts... ahh, feel it... can you feel it? Come with me... fall with me...."

He sits up, hands on the other's chest, dragging down over the skin as his head falls back. When it drops forward again there's a smile on his face.

"I'm going to fill you," he whispers. "And if you're good, I'll let you cum."

[goldenglasses]

Vash understand what Azwel is doing as he starts to breath in the scent of this room. Tired Vash's eyes slide away from his friend to where he's sure their being watched. They would have to have some way to see what the two were up to in order to control Azwel. He stares in that direction fora couple moments before going back to looking at Azwel.

He kisses back when Azwel starts to kiss him. At first it's bare bones. Vash simply kissing because he feels like he must. There's no energy to it and certainly no passion at all. That is until the drugs in the air start to get to Vash. By the time the kisses stop Vash is fully involved. Firmly kissing back and opening his mouth to let Azwel's tongue in if his friend wants to go that far.

He gasps for air as Azwel drags his fingers down his chest. "You will let me?" Vash laughs a little bitterly. He had been starting to grow aroused, but he hasn't yet gone so far to forget what was happening to them. "I think you mean they'll allow it." He looks again towards the camera. "And considering that's what they want me to do I'm pretty sure they're not going to let you stop me."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel pauses where he is, head tilting slowly to the side. His unfocussed eyes look down at Vash and he takes several long, deep breaths, each one leaving him with a soft hum.

"Nnnnhhhhh, clever," he whispers breathily. His hips start to roll again, pressing downward. "We'll see which of us... is right." He leans forward again, his lips next to Vash's neck. "Both of us are... wearing these... now...." Another moan hums against his skin as he kisses it slowly. Then he breaks away and leans to the side, looking over the edge of the table-bed. He reaches a hand down. Snags the bottle that hadn't really gone anywhere.

With the lube in his hand he returns his attention to Vash's face and neck, lips travelling slowly and wetly along the skin, hot and gentle. "Mmmmmm," he hums. "Mmmmmhhhh.... perhaps... I should teach you.... patience."

[goldenglasses]

Vash breaths in deeply. He's already been shown once that there was no escaping what was happening so he takes in the drugged filled air. Thinking it will relax him enough to get to the climax faster. They could control Azwel, but not him.

Shivering at the way the other man's hips rock against his body and the way those lips are so close to kissing him only to stop short. "We are." Vash had noticed the sensors attached all over Azwel's body. He hadn't noticed that in any of the other videos he had up on the screen before. "Trying something new this time, then?" It's not a question for Azwel, but the people behind him.

He tilts his head to give Azwel better access to his neck. Softly moaning at the way the noises his makes vibrates against his skin. "I'd rather all of you should..." He gasps as he feels that familiar heat swelling up inside him once again. "...learn consent instead."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Oh, yes," Azwel breathes in response to the question. "Always something new to try."

At the statement, though, he simply moans thickly. His lips go to Vash's own again, so full and soft, slowly moving. He pulls away with that aching slowness he's so fond of and sits up, finally opening the bottle. His head drops back and he gives another throaty moan as his fingers spread the stuff on.

He's so much the same, yet so qualitatively different--those sounds are so familiar. But the way he teases his tip between the other's cock and balls, pressing wetly into that little space, is not.

[goldenglasses]

Vash kisses back hungrily now. Gently biting at Azwel's lower lip anytime he tries to pull away and stop. Sitting up as far as his restraints allow to keep the kisses going until he's forced to stop. Gasping loudly when Azwel starts to teas him. "I don't think that's where that goes."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel smiles, still breathless, eyes still lidded. He says nothing, gently drawing his tip along the underside of Vash's cock, all the way from the base to the tip. He slides it over Vash's balls, next, gentle against the sensitive skin. And then he presses it against that little stretch of skin

Eventually it reaches its destination and he pushes just the tip in. Then he pulls it back out, a purring sound in his throat. Again, he teases Vash's entrance, feeling its tightness. Unlike him, Vash hasn't done this eleven times in a row. And yet the device doesn't want him to stretch him first. It has him pushing further in, instead, his slick, almost dripping length easing in.

[goldenglasses]

Vash begins to squirm slightly. That tip tickling sensitive spots as it continues to trace it's way along his body. He's not too concerned at first. This new type of teasing being erotic in it's own way. That is until Azwel starts to move lower. "Whoa!" He shouts when he first feels that tip teasing around his entrance and trying to push through.

He doesn't have a lot of free movement but still he tries to rock his hips away. Tries to move his pelvis to press firmer into the warm bed like table. "That's not how to teach patients!" Drugged filled eyes keeping him from being fully panicked lazily move back towards the camera. "In fact it's the opposite! You're going too fast!"

Not that Vash can actually stop what is happening. At first his teeth sink into his lower lip as he tries to silently bare the way Azwel starts to push inside of him. Trying to tell himself that this was better. It would be easier on his friend if for once he got to take someone rather then riding him again. Then something inside him stretches too far and nearly starts to tear as his body tries to stretch and accommodate that slowly encroaching length. A whimper escape him from the pain and he throws his head back. Shutting his eyes as he tries to ride out the painful stretching. "It hurts." He moans out softly.

[lovesuwithknives]

Somehow, somehow, this penetrates the gas, the device, everything. In many ways, Azwel still has a lot to learn about consent, but not with this. The light flashes red as he jerks his hips backward with a strangled sound. The array slows, then stops.

Somewhere there is likely a heated argument bursting forth, but in this quiet room there's the sound of ragged breathing. Still propped up on his hands, arms shaking, Azwel's head has fallen forward, his hair obscuring his face, the red flashing light on the device showing through it. A single drop falls onto Vash's chest. It's also red.

"No...."

[goldenglasses]

"Azwel!" For a second Vash's heart leaps. Proud of his friend. He wants to encourage him to keep fighting. Show these crap scientists who's boss, but the shaking arms halts his praise. Even with the drugs toying with his mind that red drop on his chest has his stomach churning.

"Azwel." He speaks slower, softer now. "It's okay. It's really okay." None of this was okay, but Azwel dying will take this from being awful to unbearable. "I can take it. It's my fault so please, don't fight this." Vash pushes himself up and forward. Trying to kiss any patch of skin that he can reach. "Enjoy this. It will make it easier for me. It's okay." He just keeps repeating himself. "It's okay."

[lovesuwithknives]

More droplets fall, clear this time. Salty. He sits up again. Fortunately the nosebleed has already stopped. He closes his eyes, another tear rolling down his face. He wants so badly to speak but even with the light flashing red he can't get any more words past that device. Slowly he lifts his hand and rubs the blood and tears from his face. He looks down and just as slowly places his hand on Vash's chest, rubbing away the drop of blood with his thumb.

The light goes green again and his head drops forward. He pulls in another long breath, gives another long hum.

"Impatience hurts..." he breathes slowly.

The light turns yellow, as it did before, slowly pulsing. He leans forward, hands caressing Vash's neck and face. "Mmmmmmm... start over... again...."

[goldenglasses]

"So I'm learning." Vash spits out bitterly. Shivering slightly against Azwel's touch as he brushes the droplets away off of his scarred chest. When he leans forward Vash sits up to reach him. Pressing a firm kiss against his lips. Wanting to help Azwel slip back into an easier state of mind.

[lovesuwithknives]

The fog and the buzzing had descended over Azwel's mind once more and he feels as though he's watching himself kiss Vash deeply, as though he's listening to the soft hum that rumbles into the join of their lips.

His hands slide over rough, jagged skin, over bits of metal, as fearless as they've always been, caressing every inch with just a little of that peculiar acceptance that is more undeniably Azwel than anything else. They slip into Vash's hair, lightly gripping it as his lips grow hungry, now. He pulls in another deep breath and moans throatily, his hips starting to move again.

He slips back into his own body, it seems, really feeling everything again. So often he's used sex to ease his own pain. Perhaps, despite all of this, he can try to use it to ease another's. His lips and hands are tender, now, and even though he can't speak he tries to soothe Vash as best he can with slow, gentle kisses.

Oh, how he's changed. They've failed to take that from him.

[goldenglasses]

Hungrily Vash kisses back. Letting himself fall into this moment. Breathing in deeply and trying to take in as much poison in the air that he can. He knows now that pain will likely be following this and he wants to be as relaxed as he can possibly make himself. The only thing he can do to try to help himself when that moment comes again.

Allowing that drug to cloud his mind he does indeed start to relax. Now only pulling against the restraints only when he forgets about them and tries to touch Azwel back. Moaning and arching himself at those touches. Enjoying the way those hands explore his body unafraid of the scars.

[lovesuwithknives]

At least they can be satisfied that the machinery has started turning again, that Azwel is growing heated again, swelling and throbbing. He continues his slow attentions, falling into desire. But this time his hands move down Vash's chest and middle, his lips following, hair sliding over his skin.

And when his hands and lips reach the other's cock, he slowly caresses and kisses it, hot and gentle, before taking it into his mouth, tongue tenderly stroking it.

[goldenglasses]

The outlaw's breathing starts to come faster and faster. The further down Azwel's kisses trail. His cock already firm by the time the other man reaches it. He makes a gasping sound that quickly transforms into a long, low moan. Had their tormentors changed their minds? This is not what Vash had been expecting as he let's his head fall back. His hips starting to rock and rise until he remembers to still them. Humming out with the effort to do so. "AH! YES!" He cries out with excitement when he feels that tongue wrap around his length.

[lovesuwithknives]

Had they? Who knows. Azwel has no idea if this is his own decision or not, but he's finally, finally settling into this after so many times in this machine. Those sounds--this is how it's supposed to be. He can't think of much, but he knows that, at least. He lavishes Vash's length with his slowly stroking tongue before his head starts to bob, falling into a rhythm. His hands rest on the other's hips, warm and heavy, until one slips down over the curve of his balls, curling around them to gently massage.

He hums softly against the skin in his mouth, only idly wondering why the buzzing in his head isn't objecting, isn't making him do something else. Or is this their plan? Such thoughts would usually tear into his mind but now they sit calmly, curled up, eyeing him. And he's all right with that for now.

[goldenglasses]

In all of Vash's very long life not once had he known luck. Anytime pain was promised to him it always came without fail. Usually even worse than what he expected. So while he still believes that eventually things will start going wrong he doesn't care. So long as that musky smell falls and fills the air the chemicals in his brain won't let him fret about that for now.

Instead he simply lays on that warm table with his moans growing louder the longer the continue. Gasping sharply when that delicious hum is added and he can feel it travel along his length. His teeth bites at his lower lip as he whimpers slightly. Wanting so badly to reach forward and touch the man giving him such pleasure, but unable to do any more than make his happy sounds as thanks.

[lovesuwithknives]

The device wants Azwel to push himself into the other man again. Stubbornly, he refuses, instead continuing to bob his head, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue thrusting. He gives another purring hum and carefully removes his hand from Vash's balls.

When his fingers curl around his own still-slick length, his moans get a little louder, a little more frequent. He braces himself against Vash's hip with his other hand, pumping his own cock in time with his bobbing head, an action that takes up so much concentration that he's able to not hear the buzzing for once, and that feels good enough to stop his arms twitching.

[goldenglasses]

"Awzel." Vash moans as his head rolls back and forth against the table. "Awzel." God, despite everything this felt so good. His mind fighting against himself to both hold on so something this good can keep going and to release as soon as possible for... some reason that had seemed important before. "I'm going too-erk!" He loses his words and his back arches as Azwel adds a bit more pressure by sucking. "Soon. I'm gonna... soon."

[lovesuwithknives]

He's fallen into a rhythm, now, his hand pulling hard at his own cock, the other hand grasping Vash's hip firmly, his legs braced, all so that he can keep the bobbing of his head smooth. The device flashes red and still he continues. They really hadn't reckoned on just how bloody-minded he can be. They'll get their power influx--in spades, probably, if those sounds Vash is making are any indication.

He can feel something hot and wet under his nose that he suspects isn't sweat. But he's almost there. He hums against the cock in his mouth, again. Presses his tongue into its underside. Pushes his head forward until he's taken it in entirely, his throat working against the tip.

[goldenglasses]

That hum and feeling that firm tongue sliding against him sends Vash over the edge. With a cry his muscles tighten and his hips jut forward. He doesn't mean to thrust himself into Azwel's mouth, but he can't seem to stop himself. Despite having recently climaxed he practically explodes into his friend's mouth. A hot stream jutting forth and leaving Vash gasping for breath once he's done. Skin slick with sweat.