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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.

We looked at each other a long time.
�You and I are alike in at least one fashion,� Hojo said quietly. �We both seem to have gotten more than we bargained for.�
I released a shuddering breath. �Then, what do we do?� I asked, my tone just as quiet.
Hojo smiled softly. �I suppose we keep bargaining. I don�t know, my dear, in other words.� He sat, wrapping an arm around to keep me close. �You didn�t have to wash out your mouth, you know. I wouldn�t mind tasting myself on you.�
He leaned in to place a light and lingering kiss at my throat, pulling my hair back for better access. �Pretty favorite,� he breathed against my skin. �You didn�t stop to consider the danger of catering to me. And, I didn�t stop to consider the same. Fools, both of us. But, I�m used to being a fool in one way or another.�
�You aren�t a fool,� I murmured, barely able to form words. �You�re a very smart man.�
�Then you can�t be a fool either, my dear, because you�re a very smart woman.� Hojo slid a hand under my shirt, caressed my skin gently. �Smart enough to subvert me exactly the way I like, and smart enough to make me believe it�s my idea.� His long fingers splayed over my lower back slowly. �Shiva, I enjoy you.�
I enjoyed him, too. God, did I ever enjoy this sometimes-cruel, sometimes-kind madman.
�Did you know you�re getting mako in your system every time you suck the come out of me, my dear?� he asked. �More than a negligible trace, too. So, the more you swallow of me, the more of me you�ll want; mako is an invigorating additive to the human body.� He smiled, his lips inches from mine. �So, I�m not entirely surprised by your forwardness, just that you ever showed interest in the first place.�
He seemed to think himself the most unattractive man in the world. What had happened to make him believe this? Michael claimed his wife hadn�t complimented him, but it had to go deeper than this.
�I�m very attracted to you,� I admitted. �I was from the start.�
Hojo smiled a little, wistful smile, tilting his head in that way he always did when I said something to surprise him. �You never did give me a list.�
A laugh escaped me. �I told you that you move beautifully and you�re very fit,� I reminded.
�Is that all it takes to attract you?� Hojo sounded like he didn�t believe that. Wise of him.
�No, I like intelligence, too.�
�I am very smart,� he commented off-handedly. �A genius, really.�
�And, so modest,� I said, another laugh escaping me.
�Yes.� Hojo got up and lowered me to the floor very slowly, allowing me to drag against his body. �Well, I suppose I can return to work, since you�ve eliminated my headache, but I don�t wish to return.�
Hojo�s door chimed.
�Yes?� Hojo called out, not looking away from me.
�It�s Jean and Michael and Alison,� Jean�s voice replied.
�Come in,� Hojo said, turning to face the door, his expression turning both expectant and anxious. They filed in slowly. �What is it?� Hojo asked immediately. �Are you all well?�
His concern couldn�t have shown more plainly. I saw it, Jean saw it. Michael already knew it, damn him, and Alison took it for granted.
Alison approached him first, a bright and sunny smile on her lips and her eyes shining. Hojo looked down at her, and she kissed him on the cheek. �We�re fine, sir,� she said, stepping back only slightly. �Happy Birthday.� She put a cheerfully wrapped box in his hands.
�It isn�t my birthday,� Hojo said in a low murmur, looking at his gift.
�You never told us your birthday,� Alison replied. �We figured we�d catch up for a missed one or be early.� She waved her hands excitedly. �Go ahead, sir.�
I watched him slowly pull the ribbon, his eyes wondering. He lifted the cover to reveal another box made of red, wrapped foil. �Bordacia Truffles,� he said softly. �I love these.� Suddenly, he looked at Alison. �These are eight hundred gil a two-pound box, Alison.�
She shrugged. �Twenty-seven gil per piece,� she answered. �I tried one in the store. No wonder you like them, sir. I tasted that piece of chocolate for hours.�
Hojo promptly plucked out a piece and held the box out. �Then have another, dear,� he said. �And, thank you. I haven�t had these in a year or more.� He looked at us all. �Go ahead,� he encouraged. �It�ll ruin you for anything else.�
We clustered around his tall, shirtless form, grabbing at his offering.
Hojo liked to give his slaves sweets.
I smiled to myself before biting down into my truffle. A burst of dark chocolate and bitter coffee exploded in my mouth. Oh, it was good. It tasted so good I groaned aloud, joining a chorus of groans from my companions.
Hojo chuckled. �Ah, now I know where your allowances will go,� he joked good-naturedly. �Go on, get another piece each.�
We dug in again. I looked around at us, viewing the scene as if from the outside. There stood Hojo, surrounded, the very picture of benevolent generosity. He happily indulged his servants, shared his expensive gift. And, his money had paid for the gift in the first place.
The same man who�d almost beaten a prisoner to death four hours ago.
The man who�d let his cuckolder go free just to thwart Shin-Ra.
The man I�d fondled and sucked. He�d spanked my pussy.
He�d saved my life.
Twice.
�My turn,� Michael said, holding out another gift while he licked chocolate from his fingers. �I hope you like this, sir.�
Hojo�s finely arched eyebrows lifted. He accepted the box slowly. �Michael,� he said in a half-serious tone. �This had better not be another snake.�
Michael grinned. �The air holes should have given it away last time, sir,� he chided gently. �Besides, Slytheria makes a fine addition to the bio-lab.�
�Slytheria has eaten two of my techs,� Hojo replied, tearing paper.
�I couldn�t have known some fool would spill mako into her tank,� Michael protested. �And, a big girl like that gets hungry, sir.�
Hojo shot him a look that didn�t quite reach annoyance. He opened the box. Inside laid a bottle. Lifting it, he blinked in surprise. �Xiana Vineyard,� he read aloud. �Peach brandy� one hundred years old.� He clutched the bottle tightly at the neck. �Michael, Xiana province is seven kilometers from my birthplace in Wutai. They haven�t made wine or brandy in fifty years.�
�Got it from a collector,� Michael said proudly. �Just don�t share it with us, sir; we could never get any more of it.�
�Thank you, Michael,� Hojo said quietly, his eyes a soft darkness.
�Okay, now me,� Jean said. He handed a box to Hojo without ceremony, clearly bashful.
Hojo�s lips twitched. This box was wrapped in newspaper, and poorly at that, but he didn�t comment. Slowly, he tore the paper, revealing a cigar box. Inside it laid more than a dozen different varieties of exotic cigarettes. Hojo grinned. �Thank you, Jean,� he told the large man, sounding sincere. �Which shall we try first?�
Jean blushed. �How about the cloves from Kalm?�
�Ah, good choice.� Hojo tore open a pack and gave Jean one before taking one for himself. �Anyone else?�
When we refused, Jean and Hojo lit up almost simultaneously. They took their primary, judgmental inhales with expressions of pleasure. �Ahh,� Hojo sighed. �Very good. I like my lungs to bleed, don�t you, Jean?�
Jean chuckled.
�Okay,� Michael said. �We�ve pestered enough.� He grabbed Alison and Jean and began guiding them toward the door. �Happy Birthday, sir,� he called as he ushered his companions. �Maybe you�ll tell us the real date someday?�
The door shut. I looked up at Hojo just in time to see a very soft, very happy expression leave his face. He took another piece of chocolate and bit it in half, offering me the other section. �Mmm,� he murmured. �Raspberry.�
It tasted just as good as the coffee and the buttercream I�d already tried.
Hojo punched a few buttons on the door before crossing to the desk and turning off his phone. �I�ll catch up tonight,� he said, almost to himself. �Join me in a nap, Victoria?�
�I�d be glad to,� I answered, meaning it. I�d think about the generosity of Hojo and his slaves in a few hours.
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