Killing > Sex

It was a momentous occasion when Sephiroth first realised that the piece of flesh between his legs was good for something other than relieving his bladder.

The young Sephiroth had asked to attend the annual winter festival party, the one time in the year when even Professor Hojo let loose and indulged in the spirit of the season. Sephiroth had been asking to go as long as he could remember and had always been refused. Except that this particular year, the professor had said yes. Sephiroth had a good idea why; he'd heard the rumours around the lab that he was to be shipped off to war. It rankled him to think that everyone else was aware of his fate before him, yet he had little choice other than to reluctantly accept the limitations on his freedom. For the time being, at least. Still, he had been granted permission to attend the party for the first time and he planned to make the most of it.

The young lab technician who cornered him seemed to be of a similar mindset; tomorrow be damned, enjoy today. At least, Sephiroth could come up with no other explanations for the man's actions. Certainly, it was possible that attraction played a part at the beginning, but to corner ShinRa's specially bred killing machine in order to extract a festive kiss was nothing short of suicidal. Except on that occasion, Sephiroth was also willing to let normal conventions fall by the wayside in order to satisfy curiosity.

His first kiss. Clumsy, awkward, slightly messy and incredibly...something. Not entirely sure of what he felt but liking it nonetheless, Sephiroth found that rocking his hips, and at the same time, his penis against the tech felt good. Sephiroth was unused to feeling good. Normally, the lab techs left him feeling sick or sore or drowsy or enraged, depending upon whatever substance they'd injected him with. This one, however, this one made him feel like his blood was on fire. His body craved more, but more of what? He couldn't say.

Dimly, he was aware they had an audience. Another party-goer had chanced upon them and appeared to be watching them from the shadows, breathing hard and fast as if from exertion. Pulling back from the kiss, Sephiroth tilted his head in the newcomer's direction, raising an eyebrow, but not moving otherwise.

"He wants to watch." The tech leaned forward and spoke quietly into Sephiroth's ear, his hand running down over the boy's chest as his lips lightly skimmed over his earlobe. "Perhaps we should give him a show." Without waiting for an answer, the tech moved his hand downwards to cover Sephiroth's crotch and squeezed.

Nothing which had ever been done to him in that lab prepared Sephiroth for the sensation which shot through his body. The whatever-it-was he'd already been feeling increased tenfold; his head fell backwards and a low moan escaped him. Well aware of the vulnerability this position gave him, Sephiroth found he didn't much care. All he wanted was that squeezing touch again. He bucked his hips forward into the hand that rested against a hardness he was unfamiliar with.

It felt almost natural for Sephiroth to allow this lab tech to manhandle him to the floor. All of his life, he had been pawed, poked and prodded by these people; the only difference was that this time, he was actually enjoying the attention. The hands on his body were no less rough than usual and they made quick work of removing his clothing rendering him nude in no time at all.

The watcher moved closer, into the light and Sephiroth gasped when he realised it was the professor, himself. Struggling out of the tech's grasp, Sephiroth moved to stand, halting when Hojo raised a hand.

"Don't stop on my account," a brief smirk twitched at his mouth. "It's just getting interesting. Continue."

Behind him, Sephiroth heard the tech chuckle and even as he arched into the hand stroking and caressing his cock, he knew he had been set up; that this was all just another of Hojo's experiments even though he couldn't guess the outcome. What could possibly be achieved by giving him pleasure? A glance at Hojo told Sephiroth that the professor was also enjoying it. Further speculation was halted when Sephiroth felt himself being probed. That was a familiar feeling; it wasn't the first time he'd had a finger - or some sort of medical device - inserted there, however usually, it wasn't accompanied by gentle kisses down his neck and along his shoulder, nor a hand, rhythmically stroking his hardened flesh.

Suddenly, all contact was lost. Both hands were withdrawn leaving him empty and unfulfilled. He looked behind him to see the tech stripping himself, then ahead to see Hojo fumbling at the buttons of his lab coat. Sephiroth closed his eyes, but before he could fully mourn the loss of touch a hand pressed between his shoulder blades, tilting him forward and forcing him to lean on his hands. His obedience was rewarded as he felt the hand once more encircle his cock and resume the slow, pumping action.

No longer caring if this was an experiment - why couldn't they all be like that? - Sephiroth was content to lose himself in the back and forth movement of the tech's stroke. So taken by the sensation, he almost missed the probing which started up again. This time, it wasn't a finger; instead, the object was thicker, longer, and hotter. Sephiroth had the impression it might have been flesh but surely that couldn't be, could it? Certainly his own flesh was hardened; perhaps it wasn't unthinkable that the tech's penis was in a similar state. His deductions were confirmed when he realised that had the position been slightly different, he would have been sitting on the tech's lap, cock buried deep inside.

The satisfaction at having the answer was brief; his attention drawn to his own body's reactions depending on the tech's actions. When the man pulled back and out, Sephiroth's anus contracted as if to pull him back in; when the tech slammed forward, Sephiroth's cock twitched and leaked unfamiliar liquid. Curious, Sephiroth lifted a hand and hesitantly touched his finger to the drop of moisture which gathered at his urethra.

He choked back what he vaguely recognised as a sob. It hadn't hurt; rather it produced an intense pleasure that sent shockwaves throughout his body. He did it again, but this time he stroked the tip, spreading the moisture. As if of their own accord, his hips bucked forward and the hand stroking him momentarily tightened then relaxed. The shuddering moan he gave was echoed by both the man behind him and in front of him.

"That's it, yes," Hojo sounded hoarse to Sephiroth's ears. "Let him do it himself. Touch yourself, Sephiroth."

By now, not caring about much other than his own enjoyment, Sephiroth was more than happy to comply when the tech guided him to kneel up and take over the long strokes to his organ. The tech's now-free hand moved to grip Sephiroth's hip and he sped up his thrusts. Sephiroth tried to keep to the same pace, but found himself unable to produce a rhythm so instead jerked himself, roughly producing a slightly different but no less potent response. He became aware of some sort of pressure, building inside him. Instinctively, his hand moved faster, knowing that this would help release the pressure but not understanding why. It didn't matter why; all he cared about was relieving this pressure.

His eyes were shut but he didn't remember closing them. It was only when he had to open them to see the source of the rough panting that he realised they had been screwed tightly shut. Blinking to clear his vision, he saw Hojo in front of him, doing as Sephiroth. He could see Hojo's hand move back and forth, alternately covering then exposing the reddened tip of his cock, the same sort of liquid oozing out of the slit and making it glisten. His head tilted in curious consideration and his hand automatically met Hojo's beat. In synch, they each stroked themselves.

"Taste it."

Sephiroth's hand faltered in its movements at the barked out instruction. At first, he wasn't too sure what Hojo meant, but when he saw the man taking a step forward, he understood and parted his lips to flick his tongue out to catch a drop of that liquid. He paused to consider the flavour; tangy but not unpleasant.

"You can do better than that, boy."

As soon as Hojo finished speaking, Sephiroth felt a hand at the back of his head and then his head was jerked forward. Against his lips, he felt the slickness from Hojo's dick and reflexively opened his mouth to accept the organ, fighting off to urge to clamp his teeth down. Part of him thought this would be the perfect moment for revenge on his tormentor however another part, the part which relished in the throbbing between his legs, the hardness driving into him, the flesh stabbing into his mouth, urged him onwards to find the conclusion.

Whatever it was, it was close. Something akin to cramp started at the base of his spine and every time the tech thrust into him there was a burst of intense pleasure. Where his hand worked, it felt amazing; he marvelled at how hard and hot and full and ready to burst his cock was, his balls drawn close to his body in a way they had never been before.

He had difficulty concentrating on Hojo's cock and when the professor took over, rocking his hips to slide in and out, Sephiroth was nearly grateful. It didn't last for long. When the first spurt of liquid hit the back of his throat, Sephiroth gagged and tried to pull away but Hojo's hand held his head firmly in place, forcing him to convulsively swallow, lest he choke. Above him, he heard the pleasured moans and gasps as the professor emptied himself down Sephiroth's throat and the thought struck him; this was the outcome, the climax of events as it were. That reasoning led Sephiroth to tighten his grip on his shaft, virtually wringing it to produce the same effect and as Hojo's spent cock slipped from his mouth the dam burst and he threw back his head and cried out from the intensity, the explosive joy, the sheer beauty of having this wonderful thing happen to him instead of pain and misery and torture.

For a few short-lived moments, Sephiroth experienced happiness. The tension which had built up melted away, leaving him to slip to the floor, bonelessly. Behind him, the tech's softening cock slipped out and Sephiroth was aware of liquid seeping from him. The same kind of liquid which pooled on the floor in front of him and dripped from his hand.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Hojo asked, tucking himself back into his trousers and then straightening his glasses. He didn't wait for an answer, just shot a disgusted glance at the puddle on the floor before turning on his heel and walking back to the festivities.

"Shit," the tech slipped an arm around Sephiroth's waist and nuzzled his shoulder. "I wish I could take you home with me. That was the best fuck I've had in a while. You were really tight, babe."

Coldness descended and distaste washed over the young man as he leaned away from the tech and reached to gather his clothes. A hand stroked down his spine and he didn't bother to hide the shudder of revulsion at the touch. He had been violated and enjoyed it. Which was worse?

"Remove your hand."

"Aw, c'mon babe," the tech cooed, stroking his way down to the curve of Sephiroth's ass and squeezing. "Gimme five and I'll be ready to go agai-"

He hadn't seen Sephiroth move. The next thing he knew was the hand closed around his throat, cutting off his breath. He struggled against the hold, fingers scrabbling to pry away Sephiroth's hand but failing as the grip tightened and his world dimmed.

Bones shifted in his grasp and with minimal pressure, Sephiroth crushed the tech's windpipe. With a snort of disgust, Sephiroth threw the body away from him and struggled to his feet, swaying ever so slightly. He fastened his pants, grabbed the remainder of his clothes and retreated to the relative privacy of his corner of the lab suite. Let Hojo deal with the corpse, after all, killing was what he'd bred Sephiroth for, wasn't it?

So that was sex, he thought wryly, cleaning his hand on his shirt. His first fuck and his first kill.

He'd preferred the killing.