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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
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- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
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- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
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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.

�It�s probably a man,� I said to Hojo as the door shut behind me. �Maybe two or more men.�
�Likely, three,� Hojo grunted from behind his computer screen. My sudden topic of the sabotage mystery didn�t faze him. �One to arrange, one to guard, and one to run interference.� A few puffs of smoke rose up into the air in rapid succession. �Did Shinra hurt your shoulder?�
�No.�
�Let me see it anyway.�
I went to him and stood uncertainly. He got up, evaluated my shirt, and then grasped the lower hem of it. �Work your arm out,� he commanded, gently pulling upward. �That will be the last time he ever touches you,� he said lowly.
I believed him.
He ran his hand over my skin, looking closely. �You�re bruising,� he said darkly.
�It didn�t hurt. I bruise easily.� I put my arm back in as he let go, setting my shirt to rights.
�Gratifying he didn�t cause you pain, but I�m the only one allowed to mark you,� Hojo answered. �Be it pain, pleasure, or accident; understand?� His black eyes seemed lit from within.
Silken tyrant.
�I understand perfectly, sir,� I said. �But, I can do nothing about other people taking liberties. I did attempt to dodge Shinra, but he then sat beside me.� My so-called master needed diffusing. I began to feel frightened over his attention to this issue.
�Yes, I saw your neat evasion of his big hand,� Hojo said, nodding. �It isn�t because of you I feel angry.�
�Then please, stop looking at me like that.�
�Like what?�
�Like you could make it all better if you just covered his marks with some of your own.�
He recoiled as if I�d slapped him. I instantly felt sorry, though I had no idea why he would consider my worry so out of line when he stood over me and talked about pain, pleasure or accident.
I reached for him. He let me take his wrists but he stood immobile, frozen, looking at me but not seeing. I felt his pulse just hammering underneath my fingers. The hot scent of him laced with heavy, leaden dismay. Leaning up a little, I worked my gaze to meet his. Earlier conversation came back to haunt me.
�I won�t hurt you, Victoria, not unless you want.�
�I�m sorry,� I said quietly. �You do know you scare me. But, it isn�t always a bad fear, to be honest.�
Thick, black lashes fluttered twice over even blacker eyes. �I scare you, inspire anger, and�� He stopped moment to look at my lips. �I frustrate you.� He blinked again. �I reasoned that since I could still attract you, despite these things, that they weren�t very powerful emotions.�
I began to release him, slowly, feeling the disappointment dissolve from his wiry body.
�I can see,� he went on, letting his hands drop; �my logic fell short. I wasn�t paying attention, which is one of my larger flaws.� He stepped back, eyes clear and body language open. �What do you need to feel confident I won�t hurt you?�
�Time and constancy, I suppose,� I answered. I held up my bracelet for his viewing. �But, this is your biggest obstacle.�
Hojo retreated behind his desk, found his smokes and sat down. �I�m beginning to see that,� he murmured.
I didn�t wait for him to make a declaration. No more razor-intensity for me, not right now.
�May I lie down and take a nap?� I asked.
�Of course,� he answered quietly. �Pleasant dreams, my dear.�
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Warm hands coasting over my thighs, parting them. Heat across my belly. Wet, hot tongue gliding from navel to neck. I burned and writhed, fevered and anxious. Pressure poised at my entrance�
I opened my eyes. I lie quite alone on the bed. Water ran down the sink in my bathroom, and Hojo�s lean shadow fell onto the floor and wall. His shape unbuttoned and threw down a shirt.
Flex, stretch.
Bending at the waist, the shadow splashed black water.
I slid from the bed, approaching the bathroom quietly. I felt on fire. From pheromones, mako, or my own, sick enjoyment of this man, I didn�t know or care. But, I didn�t feel frantic. I felt�abandoned to the moment.
He shaved. I stood outside the pool of light on the floor, watching. Half-naked, hair pulled back, he applied the straight razor deftly. I hadn�t seen one of those blades in years. It seemed right he would use one. His age showed here, too.
The weak overhead light gave his olive skin a brighter hue, somehow. He just rippled all over. I loved the slender, yet muscular clarity of him. It mesmerized me to look at him, to watch his graceful, precise movements, to see his long fingers at work.
He finished, splashed more water on his face. He dunked his head under the faucet, thoroughly wetting his hair. Realizing he still had his hair tie, he blindly yanked it out and let it fall to the floor. Soaked, he grabbed a towel to furiously scrub his head and upper body. I heard him sigh.
It was the sigh that made me finally move.
He spotted me the moment I stirred. I observed with furtive, guilty pleasure how he straightened, how his body paid heed to me. He welcomed my intrusion.
�I want something,� I said, reaching him. �You told me to ask if I wanted something.�
�I did,� he agreed lowly. �I meant it. What do you�?� He trailed off, meeting my eyes fully. �Ahh,� he drawled. �Mako and pheromones and basic attraction, Victoria?�
�Yes.�
�Are you sure you don�t want to take care of yourself?� He spread his hands out, his gesture taking the sting out of his question. �I only ask because you expressed the importance of a choice.�
�I don�t think I�m coordinated enough right now,� I told him, blushing. �My hands shake.�
Hojo eyed me a moment. �You�re shaking all over,� he noted. �Go back to bed and wait for me. I�ll help you in just a moment, alright?�
I obeyed, returning to bed but not lying down. He passed me, went into his office and picked up a discarded shirt. He put it on and moments later I heard his office door open.
I waited. Desire like this, so strong and unprompted, almost hurt. I felt restless, curious, even anxious, but not embarrassed. No, I wouldn�t feel humiliated anymore. I didn�t have to feel shame for wanting him, even if the reason lay wholly upon my shoulders. I just surrendered. In the long run, I�d no doubt end up a saner woman.
Hojo came back, an oxygen tank on his shoulder identical to the one he�d made Johnson carry on the treadmill. Like it weighed nothing, he strolled past my door. I heard his secret bookcase door opening. Perhaps fifteen minutes went by before he returned. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands. Nervous now, I kept my eyes upon his shadow.
He returned to me, standing between me and the door and blocking most of the light. His gentle hand on my chin forced our eyes to meet. I couldn�t see his face very well, but I knew he studied me.
Hojo brought me upright carefully, made me stand. I shivered, watching his hands reach for my pants fastenings. Deftly, he worked the buttons. With an arm to brace me, he tugged off my pants and helped me step out of them. A smile flirted with his lips. �Turn around once,� he commanded softly.
I spun slowly, mindful of my underwear choice.
�Those can�t be comfortable, Victoria,� he said, slipping his fingers to either side of my thong and pulling down. �A lovely showcasing, but�� He crouched to remove them fully. I used his shoulder for a brace while lifting each leg one at a time.
�You aren�t as aggressive this time, my dear,� Hojo said, standing. �You�re letting me undress you, which I do enjoy.� His warm, strong hands circled my waist, skimming my skin and taking my shirt up and off. �I didn�t tell you, but you looked like a little soldier in this outfit.� He discarded the shirt. His eyes glittered. Reaching, he hooked a finger in the front closure of my bra and released the catch. I shrugged out of it.
�Lovely, silent, and waiting,� he murmured. Again he cupped my chin, bringing my eyes up to his. �I only assumed you didn�t want me to relieve you with your bracelet. Now, with an unhindered view of your young, firm, curvy body, I�m glad I made the assumption.� His gaze drifted down to my shoulder a moment before moving back. �Tell me what you want, if you can.�
�Just�relief,� I sighed. I couldn�t express it any better. I sweated by now, and felt weak from want.
His expression softened. �Alright, my dear.�
Hojo backed me onto the bed slowly. �Your distress is beautiful,� he said lowly. �But, watching you climax is sublime. I�m going to enjoy this as much as you, maybe more.�
I fell backward. He crawled up over me. The light scratch of his clothing, his heat and scent sent my taxed senses reeling. I fell limp, lounged in his arms as he lifted me onto my pillows. �Yes,� he said, slipping an arm fully underneath my shoulders. �You�re so far gone you�d do anything I wanted, wouldn�t you? You�d do anything to alleviate the ache.�
I moaned. He was right. I ached so much it hurt, now.
�Spread these gorgeous legs, my dear,� he rumbled in my ear, running his hand down my thigh.
I gladly obeyed. The way he held me left only my ass and soles of my feet on the bed.
He cupped me gently. �I wish you�d offer yourself when you had time to savor,� he confessed, warm breath coasting down my neck. �I could do so much to you, for you, with you; you have no idea.�
Blinded by need and panting, I closed my eyes. I felt confused when his hand left me. Seconds later that hand came down between my legs in a stinging slap.
Bliss and hurt rocketed through me. I gasped, heaving toward his fingers, in shock. Oh god, it felt good when he hit me. My head dropped back.
�You need to believe in your master,� he growled, drawing back his hand. �Your master isn�t some clumsy, slobbering puppy.�
Slap!
I cried out, arching toward him.
�I know your pleasure and pain better than you do. You should trust me with them.�
Slap, slap!
I wailed, rising up to follow that retreating hand. He pushed my ass firmly into the mattress, pressing my pubic bone. I felt a questing finger slide through my wetness, the barest flick of pressure on my clit. I shuddered, melting.
�I know what to do with you, my dear,� he whispered, taking my earlobe between his teeth. A sharp nip and I groaned. �The gloves are off.�
Slap, slap, slap!
Each hit brought me closer, closer, but the waiting, the horrible, wonderful anticipation brought me away from the climb to completion. I writhed now, shaking and biting my lip to keep from begging him.
�I don�t need a fucking collar or bracelet to make you come on command.�
Slap!
This one stung more, but I rose to meet the blow, desperate and crying out.
�Good girl,� he purred. His cradling arm shifted. I felt his hand in my hair, gripping, keeping my head back and my throat bared. Again he pushed a finger in me, swirling it. �Is this the good fear, Victoria?� he asked. �Does this satisfy your dark, secret want?�
A movement and I heard him licking his finger, tasting me.
�Mmm,� he groaned. �I�m going to drink you next time. I�ve never had finer on my tongue.�
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
I sobbed, overpowered by the sharp ache as he stopped. But, my sobs became a keening moan upon feeling him rub his finger around and around my engorged clit. He pinched and twisted, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through me.
�Ask me for it,� he demanded.
�Please,� I whimpered, pushing against him. �Please, sir?� I�d do anything he wanted, if only he would continue.
�Please what?� He pressed and twitched his finger inside and out.
�Please, make me come,� I gasped.
�Please make me come, master,� he corrected, thrusting his finger deep.
�Please,� I cried out, my voice cracking in desperation. �Please, master, make me come!�
�Good girl,� he repeated softly. �Remember what your begging gets you.�
Slap!
Slap, slap, slap!
I screamed, clamped down on his invading finger and came. Hot and hard, the orgasm stole my breath and blackened my sight. I heard myself making noises I�d never made before, and the sound of his approving groan. Spasming, liquid fire seeped from my womb to between my trembling legs.
Slowly, he lowered me to rest fully on the bed.
�A man could take the sight of you cumming all the way into hell with him and use it as a shield,� he said, dropping to my side.
He stayed with me while I recovered, petting my hair but not touching me anywhere else. Oddly moved he made no assumptions upon me, I relaxed.
That had been amazing. Truly.
�Hojo?�
�Yes, my dear?� He asked softly.
�Thank you.�
He chuckled.
�My pleasure, Victoria.�
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