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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.

Two more hours saw a quieter, more contemplative Sephiroth. I finished transcribing Hojo�s recent notes and set them aside, my peripheral vision taking in his son�s pacing form.
�What can I do to help?� I asked.
�Nothing,� he snapped. �You�ve made things worse already.�
�All I did was inform you,� I pointed out.
�That seems to stand as more than enough,� he countered. �I felt quite content to merely hate that bastard until you gave me his infernal diary.�
Ah. My plan worked.
�You discovered he�s cared about you all along,� I murmured. �It must bother you. Do you want to talk about it?�
�Spare me your psychiatric babble,� Sephiroth snarled.
�I�m asking as a concerned person, not as a psychiatrist,� I assured. �But, I won�t speak a word of what you say; I�m committed by creed to not reveal what you say to me.�
�Really?� Sephiroth halted his pacing. �So, I could tell you anything and you won�t share it?�
�Yes. If you accept me as your psychiatrist I cannot reveal your inner workings in any way.�
Sephiroth paused. �I hadn�t intended to take psychotherapy from you,� he said. �What is your payment?�
�I will feel satisfied for payment if you just promise me to hold off on your murderous urgings for a week,� I told him. �So, a week of having my ear without worry in exchange for a week of clemency?�
Sephiroth seemed to sigh. �Very well,� he relented. �But, if I discover you�ve revealed what I tell you, you�re dead.�
�I have never revealed the disclosures of my clients, ever,� I averred. �I can do no less for you, General.�
He sat again, looking at me with such intense, glowing eyes that I felt my very soul recoiling from scrutiny. �You�re telling me the truth,� he said after a long, long moment.
�The truth as I understand it,� I clarified. �Still, you are safe in telling me anything and everything. I�m not here to offer judgment, just to give perspective as well as I can.� I held my hands palm up on the table, showing him my neutrality. Or, I hoped. �I�m the most non-judgmental, most objective ear you�ll ever have. I won�t use your thoughts against you, share your inner workings, or call you on anything.�
�I�m a very private person,� Sephiroth replied. �I�m not certain I can tell you my thoughts.�
�You are right now,� I countered.
He stared at me a moment, then smiled. �I can see why he likes you.�
�I can see why he loves you,� I murmured. The apple didn�t fall far from the tree�
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Twenty minutes later, I left Sephiroth. In the aftermath of such a tense sitting with the famed killer, I felt weak and worn out. The things that went on in his head! Brilliant, like his father, crazy, like his father, and with a temper that I�d only seen in the most maladjusted personalities. He�d spent the first ten minutes trying to decide if he liked my cleverness or hated it, and the following ten trying to see if he�d made a worthy deal with me.
I liked to assume he figured I was worth the pay.
To my surprise, Hojo sat at his desk when I returned, Michael nowhere in sight. He lifted his head and looked at me blearily. �Michael sedated me and you stole my journal,� he announced crisply. �For two people not working in concert, you effectively combine to sucker-punch me.� He stood up. �Where did you go with my journal?�
�I went to see your son.�
Hojo obviously hadn�t expected this answer. He stared at me in disbelief. �Why?� he finally asked.
�So he could know your feelings.� I took the flash drive, the file and the journal, setting them down on his desk. �Your son�s problem with you stems from perceived rejection and, what he considers outright abuse from an authority figure. He had none of your perspective or motivation reasoned out, and he never would unless I offered it to him. You had no intention of revealing you actually love him.� I reached into Hojo�s front pocket and took his glasses out, putting them on his face as he stood there, staring. �At this point, my dear Professor Hojo, a declaration of love is all that will keep you alive. And, I�m very interested in keeping you alive.�
I expected to hear an argument over his privacy, or to hear a little speech about me minding my own business. I didn�t expect him to suddenly grab me. �You make me crazy,� he murmured. �I thought I had a category for you, until you started talking and making sense. How dare you confuse me with the facts?�
His lips crashed down upon mine.
I drowned. His soft yet rough lips opened my mouth, plundering, performing a sensual sack-and-burn that threatened ownership of my soul.
I did love him. When he kissed me it felt as if my world aligned with an auspicious star.
Then, I ignited.
He had a thousand hands, all busy, all roaming at will. His scent rose hot and musky in the still air, tendrils twining around my brain in a slipknot. I felt the possession of his tongue, gasping for air in between breathless moments. Enflamed, I reached for that lean body, feeling my fingertips skid off of slick, muscle-marbled abs.
His glasses fell off and he kicked them to shatter against the far wall.
I tore his clothing, desperate to have him. Now. Nownownow. No foreplay, no stalling, no games of give and take or ownership and equality. I wanted him to just fuck me.
Hojo broke from my lips. Growling, he reached behind, and swept out his arm. Everything on his desk crashed to the floor in a stupendous, amazing burst of breaking glass, sparks and cigarette butts. His computer exploded, showering us in shards. I had my hand on his pants before he even finished turning to me.
�Tell me now if you want a blindfold,� Hojo rasped, neatly ripping my scrub top in half from the neckline down. �They want out.� His black, glittering eyes burned, an electric green nimbus haloing the ebony.
�If you don�t use them, I�ll punch you,� I snarled, tearing his belt free by destroying the loops.
Smooth, light green arms rid me of my clothing in seconds flat.
Hojo set me on his desk. He stepped in between my legs, hands roughly parting them, tentacles wrapping with opposing, gentle force around my ankles. Two more eased under my body, curling under my shoulders for support and to compel me to lie half-prone. He worked his pants off with jerky, impatient movements, pinning me with his eyes and not once releasing me. �Every time I look at you, it�s the first time,� he said lowly.
I arched. �Shut up, you beautiful madman, and fuck me,� I demanded. �Don�t ask, don�t coax or negotiate, just take.�
He grabbed my ass and hauled me to the very edge of his desk, leaned over me. �Whatever my pet wants,� he growled.
I clutched his strong shoulders, feeling muscle flex under my fingers.
He shoved in, hard, hitting my limit. His thrust rocked me. �Fuck yes,� he rumbled in a dark voice as I wailed my pleasure. More tentacles wrapped around my wrists. �Keep you right here, for me,� he uttered harshly, but his hands gripped mine gently. He brought them down to the surface of the desk, pinning me under him. Impaled, arched, I quaked as I looked into the dark, swirling vortexes of his eyes. They came closer, closer.
My eyes slid shut as his lips covered mine. His tongue entered me and he moved his hips, tilting forward. Double thrusts of pure possession stole my senses. I moved only by his whimsy. The sweet surrender made me liquid inside.
Bowed over me, Hojo�s sharp, powerful thrusts strengthened, bringing my ass off his desk and back down in a rhythm.
I was so wet. I�d been used by men, but never had anyone just fucked me. I loved feeling this primal, this important to another creature�s pleasure. Hojo didn�t only want me; he needed me. I became a willing vessel, for the first time fantasizing about a man knocking me up. I became primitive, loving the ache he pounded into my core with that big cock.
He hung over me, his black hair falling in my face. �You belong to me,� he vowed darkly, shoving harder and making me cry out. �I�ll make you believe that if it�s the last thing I ever do.�
�Good luck, you son of a bitch,� I whispered in his ear, knowing it would spur him.
Hojo made an animal noise deep in his chest.
Abruptly, I floated, my body completely off the desk. My legs parted to their limit and he hammered me. Tendrils of light green circled my breasts, plumping them, plucking my nipples and sucking hard. I felt him seeking my ass with slick pressure, entering smoothly.
Oh god, not fair. Not fair and I loved him for it. I bit his neck.
Hojo groaned like a dying man, but his rhythm didn�t falter. Hands on my waist, tentacles keeping me suspended, he relentlessly pounded cries from my lips. A small, small feeler coiled around my clit, tugging.
Stars burst behind my eyes. He pumped my ass a little, swelling wider, using the flood of my pussy lubrication for ease. I vibrated in his grasp, feeling the impending release climb closer and closer. That twirling vine tightened.
�Come for me,� Hojo demanded in my ear.
Light, slippery sucking and I came undone.
Shrieking, I thrashed, my pelvis a burning, melting bliss. Snarling, Hojo joined me, emptying himself into me hot and violent. I felt the strikes of his come drumming my womb.
Darkness pulled at me.
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