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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
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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.

He took us to his apartment.
�Excuse the mess,� he said, guiding me over a pile of books and papers. �I haven�t fully moved in here from my last apartment.
�Why did you move, sir?� Michael asked, stopping to view a diagram hanging on the nearest wall. The pencil drawing resembled nothing I�d ever seen and had Wutainian writing.
�The last apartment burned.� Hojo took his lab coat off and tossed it over the back of a rocking chair. �The landlord�s son suffered from pyromania.�
�Did you lose much?� Michael moved to the next drawing.
�Everything but Sephiroth�s genetic samples and my secured papers; I had all that in a fireproof cryogenic safe.� Hojo reported the loss as if it meant nothing to him. �Make yourselves at home. I�ll be in the kitchen.� He walked through a door and vanished.
For a long minute Michael and I simply stood, looking at an apartment that had very few personal effects. He met my eyes. �Go help daddy,� he said softly. �He�s all wrong today and I think he needs you.� He sat on Hojo�s couch. �I�ll just nap. I didn�t get a lot of rest the last two nights.�
Thinking he had a good advice about helping, I took Hojo�s path.
The kitchen looked as plain as the living room. The small table had a laminate top and only one chair. The sight of that single chair kicked me in the gut. I knew he�d just moved here, but I also knew no one ever sat across the table from him at breakfast. I quickly looked toward my lover. He stood at a much-abused island countertop, chopping something on a cutting board.
�You know how to cook?� I asked, walking to him.
�In my years I�ve learned how to make four dishes with success,� he revealed, black eyes flicking up to mine and back down swiftly. �I am not a natural cook, and I spend too much time away from a kitchen to ever get any better.� He dumped herbs into a bowl and set a flame underneath a saucepan. �Perhaps you�ll sometime show me how it�s done?�
I heard uncertainty in his voice. He still didn�t expect me to stay with him.
�I�d like to cook for you,� I said, meaning it. �I�ve only cooked for myself these last eight years, and praising my own skills just doesn�t cut it.�
He smiled briefly.
�So,� I said. �What are you making?�
�Steak with lemon-pesto Cambozola sauce,� he answered. �You�ll like it, I promise.�
�I believe everything you tell me,� I said quietly.
Hojo�s hand hesitated over a container of lemon juice. His eyes sought mine. That ebony consideration seemed to pierce me. �You do, don�t you,� he said. It was not a question.
�Yes.� I came a little closer. �May I help you in any way?� I detected his scent now, even with the conflicting odors of lemon and Brie. His heat flared as I moved even closer to him.
�I�ll never get any cooking done with you in here,� he said softly, his hands clamping down on the edge of the counter.
�You give the appearance of great control,� I replied.
�It�s an act,� he countered. �I�m terribly emotional and easily pushed into displays of extreme passion.�
�So, who wants a robot?� I closed the final bit of distance between us. �I wouldn�t change anything about you, Hojo.� I pushed against his arm until he dropped it and let me into his space. My back to the counter and my front to his hard torso, I spread my hands over his sides.
His breathing accelerated. I inhaled a sudden burst of his musk. Muscle under my hands flexed though he remained absolutely still. I didn�t care if I pushed him into one of those aforementioned displays, or if the display came soft or hard; I just wanted some of his honest emotion.
�I can�t believe there isn�t something about me you wouldn�t change,� Hojo murmured, eyes so deep, so bottomless I couldn�t see myself reflected in them. �I�m flawed.�
�I don�t like perfect people.�
�How fortunate for me,� he said lowly, his eyes half-lidding. His nostrils flared and I knew he smelled me. His lean body shivered. �I�m as far from perfect as a person can be.�
I pushed a little more. �Kiss me,� I urged.
He bent. Closing his arms around me, he pressed our mouths together. Bone-melting, sensual, his kiss employed tongue, teeth and lips. I tasted his desire, his rawness, and the battle between lust and caring.
I would unite those conflicts if it stood as my last accomplishment.
I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my hands inside to caress his smooth, spare skin. Gentle, mindful of his passion, I glided my palms over his sides and to his lower back. He shivered. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, igniting my need. �Hojo,� I whispered against his mouth. �Kanaye Hojo, you beautiful creature.� I took his hair tie out and tossed it.
We couldn�t be closer unless fucking. Arms clenching tightly, we rocked with the slightest movements of the other. I felt his erection pushing insistently at my belly, a rock-hard, impressive rod that seemed more like steel than flesh. His hand went into my hair, taking a fistful. Slowly, he bent me back.
He latched onto my throat and my knees buckled. Smelling him, seeing nothing but the curtain of his black hair, feeling nothing but him, I knew the definition of pleasure.
God, I hadn�t had a hickey in years. I thrilled at the idea of wearing his mark even as I writhed from the stimulating pleasure/pain. He nipped and sucked, his hot breath fanning my inflamed skin.
�If we were alone I�d fuck you against this counter top and to hell with eating,� he growled.
�I wouldn�t care if you fucked me in front of the Wutainian Pontifex,� I answered, grabbing at him as he moved back. �In fact, I wouldn�t give a shit if you fucked me on live television. Come back here.�
He obeyed with startling speed. �Put your elbows on the counter,� he ordered tightly, black eyes sparking as he worked his belt buckle. �Are you wet, Victoria?�
�Drenched,� I answered, spreading my legs. The no-underwear edict seemed the wisest rule he�d ever passed. My skirt wouldn�t pose any issue, either. �I flooded the moment you kissed me.�
Hojo shuddered. Freeing himself, he took my ass in both hands, lifted and speared me.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
He stopped my cry, smothering my lips with his. For a timeless moment he remained inside me, his blunt tip against my cervix and his tongue in my mouth. Then, he pulled back, drawing delicious friction. Slow and hard, he entered again. �Say my name,� he demanded, clenching my cheeks and spreading me wide.
�Hojo,� I groaned. I wanted to touch him, but my elbows served as our counter-balance.
�Not that one,� he said harshly. His hips flexed and he pumped me harder. �The other one, Victoria, the one nobody uses.�
�K-Kanaye,� I stuttered, throwing my head back. �Kanaye, Kanaye, Kanaye!� I thought I would split in half and I didn�t care. I drowned in him.
�Good girl.� He shifted, dragging his cock against my clit and piercing on every thrust. Three more and he had me. I came apart, clenching upon him, my womb spasming violently.
He thrust six more times before tipping over, his final shove taking him past my barrier. Hojo emptied into my very womb, at the source, growling and swearing.
Locked together, we panted. Slowly, he eased out of me. Before I could rue his retreat, he had me in his arms again, his hand pressing my head to his chest. I heard his heart beating like mad under my ear. I affected him, he couldn�t deny it.
It was the shortest, most fulfilling fuck of my life. He attempted ownership in a whole new way. I loved it. Leaning upward, I kissed his neck. He sighed, shivered, and kissed the top of my head.
�You�ll kill me,� he murmured.
�No, I won�t,� I argued. �If I kill you, I won�t have you anymore.�
He laughed softly.
Behind us, the empty pan Hojo had put on the stove burner, cracked in half.
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