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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
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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.

I thought about what he said all the while we stood in line at Koso�s. Once we got back on the bus, I dug around the bag of purchases we�d separated out between mine and his, finding the collar. I put it in my lap, looking at it.
�Whatcha doing?� Michael already ate his dinner. He stopped with the chopsticks halfway up to his face. �No,� he said softly. �You aren�t.�
�I am.� I took Hojo�s dinner of spicy beef and noodles, lifting the wax paper and putting my collar underneath. �I�m making a statement.�
�That�s one hell of a statement,� he vowed, a slow and appreciative grin edging out. �If you can walk come Wednesday, I�ll be shocked.�
I shivered. �He wants a slave, he�s getting one,� I averred. �I�ll try a complete surrender. At this point I�ll try anything to get through that thick head of his.� I re-wrapped Hojo�s meal. �He wants me to be his toy; I�m just helping.�
Michael shuddered. �Shiva,� he cursed softly. �You�re a velvet glove over an iron hand, Vic.�
�No, Michael,� I murmured. �I�m iron on the outside and velvet on the inside. That�s the problem.�
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�Here�s supper, sir,� I said, giving over the box of high-quality take out.
�Thank you,� Hojo replied, not looking up from his keyboard. �I�ll get to it in a few minutes.�
�Okay.� I put the food down and headed straight for the bathroom. My heart beat an unsteady, heavy tattoo in my chest.
I washed quickly. I strained my ears toward the office and heard he still typed away. Sighing, I stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing more than drawstring exercise pants and a loose top. My eyes kept moving toward the LC bag. I thought of the gift box inside, and all the things that lay therein. I could smell my leather coat. I�d draped it over my bedpost on the way to my shower.
Some smells and textures appealed purely to the animal�
I heard him opening his food. Long, long moments I waited, feeling like I walked on the edge of a knife. Lulled by expectation and my own fear, I floated�
�Victoria,� I heard him say, his voice strained and odd, �come here, please.�
Almost sick with anticipation, I slid from the bed and walked into his office. He sat with the collar in his hands, the chains dangling all the way to his legs. Black eyes snapped up to meet me as I came toward him.
�Is this a joke?� he asked, his voice harsher than I�d ever heard it.
I shivered. �No, sir,� I said softly. I approached his desk, my body shaking and my nerves aflame. �It just�� I stopped and drew in a deep, deep breath, avoiding the intensity of his black, burning eyes. �It just seemed like a natural progression. It seemed like a step forward.�
I heard him release a soft breath.
�Come here, pet,� he said quietly, kicking off from his place behind the desk.
I came closer, standing before him. Though standing, I felt smaller.
�I�ll take your gift,� he said softly, �but, I want you to know what it means to me, first.�
�Okay.� I wrung my hands, still unable to completely meet his eyes.
�Look at me,� he commanded.
I obeyed, locking gazes with his ebony, heated void.
�Good,� he said. �Straddle my legs and sit.�
My heart doing somersaults, I did as he said. Staring into those dark eyes, I felt myself collapse inside. He felt hot. He felt hot enough to burn.
�You hand this over to me,� Hojo said, brandishing the collar, �and I have no restrictions. This is outside what you and I currently maintain, Victoria, do you understand?�
I looked at that strip of black leather, bedecked with stainless steel studs and dual chains. �Yes,� I said quietly. �What I give up is unrelated to� this�� I waved my hand weakly. �This is something else.�
Hojo dropped his hand. �You agree? You anticipated?�
�Yes.� Oh, he had no idea how I anticipated. If I could usurp one ownership for another, I would. This one should be stronger than the other. I banked on it. I hoped, pleaded, prayed and begged for it to become more than the slavery he currently set. �This is beyond Shin-Ra,� I added. �This is me and you. Rufus and the conglomerate are not in that collar. I bought that collar with your money, on your time, and at my own discretion.�
Hojo�s eyes seemed nothing more than black holes.
�Then,� he said, picking up the black leather. �Expose that pretty, slender neck for me, my dear. Take off that confining shirt.�
I crossed my arms and lifted my shirt, feeling his eyes upon me. Sitting on him, exposed, in my bra, I waited.
Hojo lifted the collar in his slender, strong fingers. Carefully, he wended it around my neck and snapped it shut. �Give me your bra,� he commanded softly.
I unhooked it and handed it over, feeling molten inside.
�Close your eyes,� he ordered.
I did.
I felt his nails dragging on my sides, felt my nipples harden at the contrast of hard on soft.
�Keep your eyes closed,� he said in a rough voice.
Quivering, I obeyed. The dangling chains skimmed my torso�
Warm, wet suction.
I gasped, drawing my hand up. Twining in soft, slick hair, I sighed.
Suck, pull.
I felt it in my womb. That soft, seductive pull sent me mindless. I felt bigger and smaller at once, like a goddess feeding her child and a slut giving herself over.
I felt the tremor of his growl at my very core.
�Fucking perfect,� Hojo growled. �Say still, my dear.�
I obeyed.
�You�ve been sexually neglected your entire adult life,� he said. Coldness encircled my left nipple and tightened at the base. �I promise you, I am not neglectful. I am not a disappointment.� Warm suction and teeth on my right nipple, then the cold tightness followed. He gave the chains an experimental, gentle tug, making me gasp. �You can�t wear the clamps all the time,� he said. �They easily unhook from the collar, which I expect you to only take off while bathing. Am I understood?�
�Yes, sir.�
�Back to heeding my preferred form of address?� He tugged again.
�Yes, sir,� I gasped.
�It won�t last,� he chuckled. �However, I expect it in the bedroom, now, as well as in the lab. In my office you can call me any name in the book, and I know you eventually will.� His hands spread over my sides, lightly caressing. �I can�t understand how a woman as attractive and intelligent as you met with constant disappointment in bed,� he admitted softly. �My generation took pride in satisfying a woman, though. Your generation is sloppy.� He braced my lower back. �Lean for me,� he commanded.
I arched backward, feeling the chains pull and dangle. I found it erotic, the cold glide of metal on my hot skin, the change in pressure on my hard nipples. Too, sitting on his hard body had an undeniable appeal.
�Just beautiful,� he sighed. �Popular opinion would have me the kind of man that can�t appreciate beauty, but I do.� He pulled me back up. �And you, my dear, are easily the loveliest creature I�ve ever seen.� His hands coasted up my back slowly, his warm, careful fingers making me shiver.
Very few men ever touched me enough. I loved being held, to feel another person against me, to share body heat. Apparently I wasn�t alone in my preference. Hojo never had a problem giving me his touch. Thinking on that, I reached for him blindly.
I found his throat. Gliding up, I felt his jaw. Such smooth skin under my fingers, such warmth and vitality� I ran a finger over his soft, bottom lip, gasping when he sucked it into his mouth. That swirling tongue caused a strong echo deep within me, radiating from my clit. He bit down gently and I groaned.
He released my finger, low, rich humor escaping him.
I moved up, ground myself against him and listened to his chuckle become a quick inhale. �It amazes me you wouldn�t ask for shoes, but you�ll ask for my cock,� he said after a moment. �Unfortunately, I can�t give it to you right now. I�ve just had a supplemental mako injection and I�m afraid to�get overly excited. Had I�d known you were feeling generous, I�d have skipped the thing.�
He put his hands under my ass and easily lifted me, standing. �Still, waiting isn�t always bad, is it?�
�No, sir,� I agreed, grabbing his shoulders. I didn�t think I had the energy right now for him anyway. When he made me come he usually almost made me pass right out. He was the first man to give me an orgasm, actually. I thought about telling him, and then decided maybe not. He already had a lot of power over me.
�You can open your eyes, pet. And, good girl for listening to me and obeying; you�ll be rewarded for that later, I promise.�
I looked into his eyes. I saw approval in there, and softness. A far cry from the dark, emotionless eyes in him only a week ago� �Will you tell me what you�re thinking?� I asked, needing the assurance.
Hojo smiled. �I�m thinking I could fuck you this way, with a little adjustment or two,� he informed.
I shivered.
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