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Cell Division	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors.

Chapter List
- 1-Cell Division
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
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- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
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- 44-44
- 45-45
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- 49-49
- 50-50
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- 53-53
- 54-54
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- 63-63
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- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
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I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, and voice actors.

His door chime sounded. I rolled from him.
Groaning, Hojo got to his feet while grabbing his pants. Stepping into them, he looked down at me with dark, amused eyes that smoldered. Fastening his bottom two buttons, he fumbled for the next only to find them missing. I looked at the sparse trail of black that went from his navel and disappeared at the vee of his barely-decent trousers.
Desire for him surged again.
I got up, stumbling for the bed.
He tore off the remainder of his cuff just as the chime sounded again. Harsh knocking followed. He glanced at the outer office, frowning.
God, he was so�
Sensual.
I tasted him in my mouth.
He strolled out, showing me his back full of stitches. I�d broken a few open, probably when I slammed him against the bathroom wall.
�Hojo,� Shinra�s voice said in irritation once I heard the door open. I crept to the corner of the door and peered out just in time to see the industrialist�s jaw drop. He stared at the silent Hojo, his blue eyes wide and disbelieving.
Hojo placidly drifted to his drinks cabinet and removed a bottle, passing within two feet of his employer. �Drink, Mr. President?�
�I- yes,� Shinra answered. I saw those eyes roaming Hojo with new appreciation, even with greed. His gaze hardened as he glanced toward the bedroom door, but he didn�t see me. �Did I interrupt something?�
�You always interrupt something, Mr. President,� Hojo answered, his tone as mild as milk. �Because, I�m always busy.�
�Your attitude is not appreciated,� Shinra said, yanking his glass from Hojo�s hand.
Hojo smiled. �Ah, two things gone right today,� he commented, lifting the bottle to his lips.
I had to admire his style. There he was, nearly naked in front of his boss, flexing his muscle and strutting while not moving much at all. He looked striking standing there, abdomen bunching and twisting as he raised the liquor to his kiss-swollen lips. Hair hanging down in artful disarray, he eased about two fingers of liquid down his throat. His slender, corded, beautiful throat� He seemed the picture of indolence and insolence.
Shinra and I both watched him lean his hip against his desk.
�I�m off today,� he prompted the man. �Point of fact, I�m off until Wednesday.�
�You�re off work when I say you are,� Shinra growled. He took a hefty swallow of his liquor. �If I gave everyone time off just so they could fuck and drink, I�d not have a powerful company.�
Hojo turned his back on him, walking to his radio. �You�d not have a powerful company without me, either, Mr. President,� he reminded softly.
Shinra�s eyes took in the ruin of Hojo�s back, widening. He tilted his head, staring, forgetting to react to Hojo�s declaration when confronted with my handiwork.
In the silence, Hojo�s choice of opera music seemed all the more sensual. He retrieved his cigarette case and plucked one free, lighting it with his crystal desk lighter. A halo of blue smoke surrounded him. He let his head drop back with his inhale, exhaled through his nostrils with his eyes closed.
�What do you want?�
Those four words dropped like an acid bomb.
Shinra bristled. �Whatever strikes my fancy,� he answered smartly. �But, I could start with taking a crack at your blonde. Did she do that to your back?�
�Yes, she did,� Hojo answered, taking another puff. �But, you can�t have her.�
Wham. Right out in the open. No fucking around, no playing, just a bald, boastful statement he dared Shinra to contradict.
�You are in no position to deny me anything,� Shinra countered, his hand tightening on his glass.
Hojo drank from his bottle again, eyes lazily taking in his employer�s aggressive stance. �You came to that conclusion without factoring,� he commented. �Check your numbers, Mr. President.�
The air became positively oppressive. I feared to move or even breathe loudly. I�d never seen such a quiet, deadly pissing contest.
�You can�t work anywhere else, Hojo,� Shinra growled.
�You can�t replace me,� Hojo returned calmly. �You can�t even afford to trust me, at this point, Mr. Shinra.�
�Are you threatening me?� Shinra�s free hand dropped into his blazer pocket.
Hojo had a very large pistol in his hand before I could blink. �The last person who infringed upon a female I wanted, suffered in a very bad way, if you�ll recall,� Hojo said, not even looking at his target as he cocked the hammer on the hand canon. Where he�d pulled it from I couldn�t begin to guess. �I don�t waste time with threats. Persist in your unhealthy interest in Miss Grey and I will end my employment here one way or the other.�
�You�re a madman,� Shinra declared. �You�d assassinate me to keep your bit of fluff?�
�I keep what�s mine and don�t covert what�s yours.� Hojo drank again, his black eyes glittering. �You�ll do me that same courtesy.�
Shinra slowly took his hand from his pocket, empty. �Have it your way, Hojo,� he said roughly, backing for the door. �But, I think it�s only fair to warn you; you�re being foolish.�
�No, I�m being mad.� Hojo waved him toward the door with the gun barrel. �I�m good at that. Be careful how you piss me off. Everyone else in this company knows what happens when I get pushed into a corner.� He paused. �If you don�t, I�ll be obliged to enlighten you.�
Shinra left. I knew he would never come back without his guards now.
Hojo placed his gun on his desk, smiling. �You can come out now, my dear,� he said. �I expect you�re hungry.� He looked over, his smile widening. �Or, did you get enough protein?�
Was he afraid of anything?
I doubted it. He was likely too crazy to feel fear.
Suddenly, my attack upon him didn�t seem as much a victory as a surrender. Gentle as he treated me, he could turn right on a dime and blow a man�s head off. Shinra�s only wisdom so far was his retreat in the face of a terrible foe.
�Oh, don�t look at me like that,� Hojo said, putting his bottle down and stubbing out his smoke. �I wouldn�t have shot him unless he pushed.�
�He doesn�t just want me, he wants you, too,� I said, coming out.
�Does he?� Hojo ran his finger over the gun barrel. �How unfortunate for him; I have no intention of allowing Baby Shinra to put his cock in either one of us.�
�Do you think he took your warning as seriously as he seemed?� I asked, coming closer.
�I believe he did, yes,� Hojo looked up at the ceiling a moment. �And, if he didn�t, the poison he drank will ram my point home.�
I gaped at him. �You poisoned him?�
�Nothing deadly.� Hojo gave me a dreamy smile. �Just a caveat.�
I stared at the floor for a moment, my heart beating very fast. Suddenly, he loomed over me. I squeaked in surprise, stumbling on my instinctive retreat. In seconds I had my back to a wall and him almost against me. Once again he hemmed me in, only this time he was half naked and entirely feral in scent.
�I�m not going to hurt you, my dear,� he murmured. �I just want you in one place for a moment.� He lifted his hand, drawing the back of it down my hair. �Have I ever harmed you?�
I swallowed hard, looking up into those ever-dark eyes. �No.�
�Do you want me to promise I never will?� That hand drifted to my cheek and stroked, leaving a trail of heat.
�I would first have to promise not to attempt escape or disrespect you in public,� I answered.
Hojo slowly smiled. �Don�t fall into Shinra�s mistake of concluding without factoring.� He leaned in, putting his lips at my ear. �I won�t hurt you, Victoria,� he murmured, �not unless you want.�
I trembled. My hands reached for him of their own accord, flattening to his chest. A slippery, quivery sensation made me shake deep, deep inside. I felt his heart beating under my palm, slow, steady, strong. The authority of him amazed me.
�How can you feel afraid of me when you know you have power, too?� he asked.
�You let me do it to you,� I whispered.
�I most certainly did. How does that make your victory less valuable?�
�I- I don�t know�� Did it? It took the pride out of my triumph, but did he really make my small bit of conquering any less just because he�d allowed it?
He stepped back. I reluctantly let my hands slide off his chiseled chest. �Think about it,� he said quietly.
I nodded. Seeming satisfied, Hojo went back to his bottle with a smile. �Hungry?� he asked for a second time.
�I�suppose I am,� I admitted, trying to pull myself together. �Do you want to take a shower?�
�Oh no.� Hojo sat down and lit another smoke. His eyes traveled me. �I intend to wear your scent as long as possible. You soaked my pants and I�d really like nothing more than to lick every trace of you up.�
My shaky exhale sounded overtop the operatic aria. Oh god.
�Well, not entirely true,� he went on. �Licking at your source would gratify me to the point of pain, I think.�
I grabbed the doorframe for support. His dirty talk made me wet all over again. My clothes would take themselves off at this rate. He had to know I�d fall under him at a moment�s notice now.
I had to change, in any case. I couldn�t bear to walk around so sticky.
In the bathroom, I put on a pair of olive green cargo pants and a black, close-fit tee. My hair looked rumpled but I just left it. I washed my face but did not rinse the taste of him from my mouth. Like he�d said of me, I smelled him all over my skin.
�If not a list or even a partial list,� he said the moment I returned to him, �perhaps just one or two items?�
His coaxing tone eroded my dignity. God, he wanted reasons for my attraction. I didn�t feel I could blame his ego entirely. He was a scientist, and he spent his life asking the universe �why?�
�You move beautifully,� I disclosed, sitting in my usual chair. �I find it difficult not to watch you.� There. Truthful enough without being explicit.
Hojo looked at me a moment through half-lidded eyes. Then, he took his gaze to the ceiling. �That is very flattering to a cripple,� he murmured. �Thank you, my dear.�
Cripple? Right, the very slight, managed limp he�d turned into a walking dance. The walking dance that captivated my eyes and made me think about him fucking me.
He studied me. �You meant that,� he said quietly, his body still and all attention.
�Yes.� Did he have no concept of his attractiveness?
Oh my god.
He didn�t.
He had no idea. All that attitude centered around other things, other sources of pride.
Hojo blinked rapidly a few times. I tapped my fingers on his desk. Time to explore his head a little.
�You work out,� I said. �You�re fit and you don�t know that�s good for something other than, oh, how did you put it?� I pretended to think. �Wrestling the meat around here,� I finished. �You keep fit just to be strong.�
His eyes shifted. �I�m not bulky, which is what most women seem to like.�
Oh my god, now I�d made him uncomfortable. It boggled the mind.
�Not all women like the sort of men this place cranks out,� I said. �I prefer flexibility to balance out strength.�
�I see,� he said softly.
No, I really didn�t think he did.
I had to consider his age, now. Who knew how long he�d gone without sex in the first place? Perhaps his position in Shin-Ra gleaned sex based on gold-digging instead of mutual attraction. Perhaps he never left the lab long enough to hunt. I could believe any one of these ideas. Still, had his wife never appreciated him? Did her betrayal negate any positive comments she might�ve made about his appearance?
�You�re looking inside me,� he murmured.
�I�m trying to figure out why you don�t believe me,� I said in a gentle tone. �You�re so confident, so self-assured; it�s hard to reconcile that with such a lack of personal vanity.� I paused, gathering my thoughts. �It makes you�pure.�
Hojo�s amused and surprised eyebrows lifted. �Pure?� he repeated. �I�ve been accused of many things in my life, but never of being pure.� He lifted his bottle, which I�d thought he�d forgotten. �Until I took Michael on three years ago, I lacked even personal hygiene, not just personal vanity. I forgot to bathe for days at a time.�
�The absent-minded professor syndrome exists or it wouldn�t be a syndrome,� I pointed out. �I�d hesitate to diagnose you, considering most tools for identifying developmental problems are meant for children.�
�I�d rather not know how fucked up I am anyway, my dear,� he replied, utterly serious and also utterly calm. �I have enough problems being mad, violent and unethical.� He lit a smoke and considered me. �It�s good to know you like the way I look and move, though. Thank you for telling me.�
If not for his excellent body language and passable social skills, I�d have considered the possibility he suffered from a mild form of Asperger�s Syndrome. However, he didn�t just give the impression of violent or unsocial behavior. I had no doubt he could kill.
Sitting there, half naked, puffing away, he began to seem more relaxed with the knowledge I�d given. His shoulders loosened a little. His eyes drifted upward and his mouth moved in synch the opera singer�s aria.
My stomach growled. He heard it over the music. �Forgive me,� he said. �I don�t mean to starve you. Shall we attend lunch in the cafeteria?�
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