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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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- 3-3
- 4-4
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By the time I cleaned up and removed my nipple rings, Hojo already occupied the bed.
�This is a dangerous, dangerous mattress,� he said. �Do you truly enjoy feeling like you sleep on a huge marshmallow?�
�I love it.� I dropped my robe to reveal my nakedness. His eyes wandered me instantly, all appreciation and male interest.
�A moment of honesty,� he said. �I don�t know if you�re healthy for an old man.�
�Maybe I�m not healthy for a young one, either,� I replied, slipping into the bed. �You haven�t had any recent girlfriends?� I knew from Michael�s gossip he hadn�t, but I�d ask anyway. I would see what he�d voluntarily reveal.
�No.� Hojo put his arm under me, bringing my head to his chest. �A few years ago, perhaps. I lose track of time.�
�Have you ever done this,� I put my hand to my collar, �with anyone else?� I felt sure he had; he was just too good at being domineering.
�Yes, but not extensively and never with property. You would think slaves a natural outlet for bondage and domination, wouldn�t you?�
I thought about it. Yes and no. He truly treated his slaves like pets, so perhaps their sexual aspects didn�t broadcast. Still, they were readily available. �Most people don�t think about having sex with their pets. But, you have human pets.�
�The best kind.� Hojo drew the blanket up. �Are you comfortable?�
I felt very comfortable and I told him. His naked, hot body of lean muscle and smooth skin made the bed feel even better than usual.
�Are you too busy to date, Professor Hojo?� I asked quietly.
�Much of the time, yes.�
�Don�t you get lonely?� I knew he did. Occasionally I felt it coming from him, strongly.
Hojo�s arm muscle jerked underneath me, just a little. �Yes,� he said after a long, tense moment. �Pets help.�
I pushed a bit more. �Do I help?�
Again that muscle jerked. �You help,� he confirmed softly.
Good. I felt glad of that. The bastard had made me care what happened to him. In time I would make him take me to heart, too.
I spread my hand over the center of his chest, feeling for his heartbeat. It pushed against my palm slowly and steadily. Savoring his strength, I stroked him a little. �I won�t speak of it again,� I said gently, �but I have to say something.�
�And what is that, my dear?� he asked, his tone a little guarded.
�I have no idea the dynamic between you and your ex-wife, but if you treated her anything like you treat your pets, and on equal ground, she let go of something good.� I patted his chest twice. �People do that a lot; it doesn�t make it right or easy, even years later. But, that�s all I�m going to say.�
Hojo did not reply. As I drifted off to sleep I felt him begin to slowly, absently stroke my hair.
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I awoke before he did.
Carefully, I disengaged from his arms and quietly got dressed in black scrub pants. Using his trick, I skimmed my sides with my fingernails and hardened my nipples to put the rings around them. After hooking the chains to my collar, I went into the office, retrieved the big scissors from Hojo�s desk, and cut the padding out of a strapless bra, leaving the underwire. Testing it, I discovered I could tolerate the sensation. I couldn�t wear either for longer than eight or ten hours though, I knew. Carrying bra and scrub top, I went into the bedroom again.
For a long time I stood by the bed, staring at him. He�d kicked the covers down in my absence. The top of the blanket lay across his pelvis. Sleeping, he looked very young and innocent. What a contrast between slumber and wakefulness. His body didn�t have the softness of youth, though, rather the hardness of many years.
He had work to do with Rufus Shinra in less than two hours, but I had work to do right now. Time to take another step toward undermining the way he thought about me. The first blow job had been fast and harsh. I would give him one this morning that would bring his mind back to me all day.
The squishy bed aided me in sneaking back; I didn�t rock him the slightest bit climbing in. I pulled down the cover the rest of the way. He had morning wood, which made my job easier, but no less daunting. He really had a big dick. Bigger than any I�d previously become intimate with. Attractive too, being honest. Long, thick, heavily veined, it stood up engorged and proud.
My mouth watered.
I parted my lips and took in his head. Slow and gentle, I spread saliva, held him in my hands and began to work.
He groaned and twitched.
I knew how to give a good blow job. Most men insisted upon them, in my experience. I�d enjoyed having the skill, having the power. Every man had different things they liked. I could just bet Hojo liked a little pain, and probably took pleasure in having his prostate stimulated.
He woke. I saw his hands clenching on the sheets, fisting the percale. Again he groaned, this time long and low in his chest. Body tightening, he quivered. The sight and sound of his satisfaction made me wet.
I quickened just a little, increasing the pressure and lengthening the stroke, coaxing him. He moaned louder as I cradled his heavy balls in my palm, rolling and slightly pulling. I took my time with him, not hurrying, drawing out his bliss.
He parted his thighs at my gentle urging. Wetting my finger, I teased his opening, waiting for his approval and all the while sucking insistently on his cock. He relaxed, allowing me entrance. I found his prostate, stroked it carefully and repeatedly. He heaved and gasped, arching for me. A fine sheen of sweat coated him now, highlighting the lean muscle that flexed over his entire body. His hot, strong musk filled the air, making me clench inside.
Again I quickened just a little more, pushing and pulling at him in a rhythm to cajole instead of demand. He shivered, panted, pushing his head into the pillow. Using tongue and teeth, I nibbled, licked and sucked by turns, savoring his flavor and feeling his veins.
Doing this for a man always set me on fire, but doing it to Hojo made me burst with slick heat. He held nothing back. He showed his enjoyment in every way, unafraid to display his delight. I loved his animal naturalness. Nothing could turn me on more.
He was ready now, and I granted him his release, pushing that tiny gland firmly while jerking and sucking. His low keening changed to gasps, his body shook from head to toe. I watched his balls draw up and up�
He came hard, shooting into me so quick and strong I barely swallowed fast enough. The taste of come rarely outright offended me, but his taste delighted.
I eased my finger out and walked to the bathroom to wash my hands. I was shaking. I didn�t want him to reciprocate now; I wanted my anticipation to build over the day, so I put my modified bra and scrub top on. Wetting a washcloth in warm water, I returned to his still-trembling form and cleaned him with a kind touch.
His eyes slowly opened as I tossed the cloth toward the bathroom. Movements languid, he flexed to sit upright. I brought him a change of clothes and knelt to help him into clean pants. He stroked my hair a little, seeming faraway but not cold. I�d either dazed him or sucked his aggression right out. Maybe both.
I held out a shirt for him and he put his arms into it slowly. His abs flexed as I brushed his skin. Buttoning slowly, I looked down to find him gazing at me. His eyes absorbed my face, lingering on my slightly swollen lips. Smiling ever so slightly, I put his tie on and knotted it deftly. I found his cufflinks and put them through his cuffs.
Finger-combing his hair took a long time for two separate reasons. I wanted to feel his hair for awhile, relish it. Too, his wallowing in the bed had completely sent it askew. I braided it, making him lean his head between my breasts while I worked. He sighed, relaxed against me. I tied his hair off and slowly stepped back.
Hojo got to his feet. Eyes dark and unfathomable, he just stood and stared down at me.
I stared right back. Contentment and confusion rolled off of him in waves. He had no idea why I catered to him this morning, but he liked it. I didn�t know of a man who�d refuse a blowjob and help in getting dressed.
�You have forty-five minutes until your appointment with Shinra,� I said quietly, handing him his cigarettes. �Would you like coffee?�
Hojo, still moving with sleepy grace, lit a smoke. �Please,� he said in a raspy voice.
I left him for the break room. A few people stumbled about and in my way, but soon I had a large cup of coffee, black, no sugar.
He sat on his couch when I returned. I gave him the caffeinated wake-up.
For long minutes he drank and stared off into space while I sat and read more of Velvet Shame. I tortured myself but I didn�t care. Perhaps Hojo rubbed off on me. Perhaps I�d sucked down some of his taint. At this point I could hardly bring myself to care. I plotted and acted for survival�s sake.
�I want you to accompany me,� he said abruptly, though his smooth, carefully modulated voice detracted from his sudden speech. �It will not be pleasant for you, I must warn; most women cannot bear man�s violence upon man.�
�I go wherever you wish me to go,� I answered, putting down the lurid paperback. �As for my delicate sensibilities, you might find yourself surprised.�
�You surprise me often,� he countered calmly. �However, I caution you once more; this is expendable flesh I deal with. Mr. Still will not find mercy at Shin-Ra.�
I looked at his clock. Ten minutes. Plenty of time to make a statement.
I rose and approached. Upon gaining ground before him, I lifted a leg and straddled his, lowering to sit on his thighs. He set his empty cup down and took my ass in both hands with an automatic sort of movement, his eyes half-lidding. I leaned in, making a show of smelling his hair. He tremored lightly, clenching his fingers into my flesh.
As much as I did this to screw with him, I enjoyed it. He smelled wonderful, as always. His spare and vigorous flesh under mine spurred me to primeval imaginings. That lean body contained deadly force and staggering intellect, an instant turn-on.
�You do what you must and I�ll do what I must,� I whispered against his scalp. �You don�t have to be troubled about what I think. I�m here for you, not for your morals.�
Hojo seemed to sigh, but I couldn�t tell for certain since I released my breath at the same time.
�My dear,� he whispered.
I shook. He hit me at my core. Containing my weak spot, I whispered back, �Master.�
Hojo groaned. He flung me to the couch, looming over me with hot, sparking black eyes. �You prove what you imply,� he panted, working his hand underneath my shirt to feel the chains. �You prove it and see what you attain, pretty favorite.�
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted an unhurried, luxurious meeting of lips. I needed it. But, I didn�t press. Let him seek me on his own terms. I would break him at his last and first component atom.
Twining my hand in the little bit of hair I�d left slack, I caressed his scalp with my fingers, digging my nails in ever so slightly. Four, long locks of hair at his forehead fell free. I trapped them between my lips and tugged gently. �Master,� I repeated.
His eyes rolled back. Swiftly, he bent to me. Lips adhering to my neck, he bit and sucked with delicious, painful vigor. I felt his pelvis shift. Suddenly, he thrust his renewed erection against me. �Wicked,� he breathed, taking my earlobe between his teeth. �Wicked, powerful, Victoria Grey.�
�Evil, sexy, alpha scientist,� I said back, managing to get my rasping words in his ear. God, he undermined every plot I had for him just being who he was. Fuck him. I would teach him a thing or two before he took me. I would make my sweet surrender a double-edged sword if it killed me. �I can�t wait for you to bury that big cock in me,� I panted. �It�s on me every minute, you bastard.�
He bit down and I smelled blood mingling with pain. Lips closing over me, I felt him suck�
He broke away, his lips red. �Calculating, conniving thing,� he sighed, giving me one final, hard thrust against his rigid maleness. �I might not survive you.�
�You�ll have to find out,� I said, pushing back and watching him jerk.
Hojo dropped me. Getting up, he grabbed the nearby bookcase. His fingers dented the wood, he pressed so hard. I heard the creaking of it, the mashing of aged wood against greater strength. Breathing hard, he looked at the floor a moment. �Who leads whom?� he posed quietly.
�Who the hell knows?� I replied, almost confessing to my greater hamartia.
He laughed. He laughed for a solid minute, his head still bent toward the carpet. �Ah, my dear,� he said, wiping at his eyes. �Another time for this conversation?�
�Yes, sir,� I answered, capitulating easily. I would continue to give him all he wanted, all he needed, until I had him. �Whatever you want, sir.�
Hojo shivered violently. �Whatever I want is never a good concept to cater,� he said. �Put your shoes on; I�m meeting Rufus in ten minutes.�
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