I don't own anything from Ben 10. What, you were expecting me to be serious? The wink implied a blatant lie.
One fine day, or night, or whatever the heck it is considered to be in the Null Void, D'Void's Null Guardian army and drill-furnace fell to the invading rebel army. Not to Ben Tennyson. Instead of being completely obsessed with his plans to RULE THE WORLD being ruined and his awesome super power being drained away, D'Void remained firmly transfixed on the well-being of his creepy monster baby daughter author-insert demonic Black Hole Sue thing, constantly sucking up all proper characterization and plot around her, that sweet little Screamy-Sobby Boo-Boo.
Until she tragically got shot in the face, dying instantly. And as a result, exploded. In a giant mushroom cloud that sounded like a fart. Rainbows, glitter, little plastic hearts, and various unpopular candies rained down. The explosion took half the Null Void with it. On the plus side, it took the citadel area. It was no real loss for anyone. No one cares about any of those side character extras. Not even that one green dude from the beginning. They are not interesting. At all. Neither is Doctor 'Can't pick a name and stick with it' Animo.
Psyche! Only 12% of the Null Void was destroyed in the explosion. That was a lie to increase dramatic tension.
D'Void was ushered into a prison cell at the Null Void prison area, where the prison was. The prison held prisoners. D'Void was now one of them, but we'll revert back to calling him by his true Christian name, Doctor Aloysius Animo. Middle name, James.
"My dreams of conquering the Earth and being totally hot and muscular and powerful are now ruined," he cried with frustration. He balled his fists and shook them as villains tend to do when thwarted. "Curse you, Ben Tennyson!"
"I'm Max Tennyson, remember," said Max Tennyson, formerly known as The Wrench, which was a dumb codename. He could have been called The Cloak, or The Gastrointestinal Destroyer, or Fat Old Man Who Isn't Anywhere As Cool Without His Loud Hawaiian Shirts. "Ben isn't here for whatever reason to the plot. Possibly because the insertion of a Black Hole Sue never allows for it."
"Coming up with stories that are entertaining to anyone but myself is hard," said Doctor Animo. "Random plot points that throw out certain aspects of canon allow me to mold a basic premise into anything I choose, no matter how ridiculous."
Max nodded. "Like us being left completely alone in your prison cell right now." He smiled suspiciously giving Doctor Animo's shoulders a nice gentle rub. "You've changed a lot since we last met, Animo. Somehow you became...hotter...more...appealing." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He licked his lips more suggestively.
"I don't like you," Doctor Animo said, a deep frown on his lips. "Stop touching me."
"I like you," Max responded in his most seductive, manly baritone. He squeezed the other man's shoulders with more pressure. It caused Doctor Animo to squirm with further discomfort. And yet he leaned into the touch, looking very uncertain. A little scared. But a little turned on. Max enjoyed the responses to his touch. "I can't quite explain why, but I like you."
"Maxwell," Doctor Animo said while his mouth got closer to Max's, "nobody here ships this pairing. Go back to deviantART." His lips quivered. His face lit up with a luminescent blush, just like in my Japanese yaois. It was very ~kawaii.
"Make me ," Max whispered. He gazed into his old enemy's eyes. And then his lips fell upon Doctor Animo's.
They kissed very hot-like, with much sexy. Doctor Animo whimpered into Max's mouth. Max put all his weight on top of Doctor Animo, pushing him to the cold ground. Doctor Animo whimpered again.
"What did you say, Animo?" Max breathed into his ear.
"You're...crushing...me," Doctor Animo gasped, feeling some of his ribs crack.
"Oh yeah, I like 'em like that," Max growled lustfully. He placed his teeth upon Doctor Animo's ear lobe and gave it a proper nibbling.
"Lose some weight, you fat fuck!" Doctor Animo yelled as he attempted to push Max off of his person.
"It's more cushin' for the pushin'," Max moaned into Animo's other ear. He pulled out of a bottle of lubricant and began to squirt it all over the smaller man, known colloquially as the uke. "Time to get wet."
Doctor Animo flinched and began to struggle. "Aaaaaaah! What are you doing?! Stop!" He quickly realized what Maxwell was pouring into his hair was not lube, but deliciously spicy-sweet Honey BBQ sauce.
Max began to lick and chew on Doctor Animo's tender flesh. Not in a cannibalistic way, but in an erotic sexual way. Still pretty gross.
"I'm going to tenderize the shit out of you," Max whispered forcefully. He then pulled down Doctor Animo's trousers and began to swat his firm, round bubble butt.
"Aaaaaaaaaah! I hate this fucking website!" Doctor Animo screamed.
He began to sob heavily while submitting to his punishment. Eventually he started to like it, bhe wouldn't admit it. He's a sexually confused and repressed guy like that. At least that's his characterization in this parody.
And so the story ended before any comical smut parts, leaving you unfulfilled and angry if you honestly ship this pairing. Good thing nobody in their right mind does.
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