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Terminal Lust	By : killer34 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The thick garrote constricted his fingers, digging into the flesh behind his knuckles as he drew it gradually tighter and tighter against Vincent's throat. The slender man's lips parted in a gasp as the rush of oxygen depletion washed over his brain and Hojo loosed his grip, relaxing the pressure on the carotid arteries momentarily before drawing the ropes tight again.
"You really shouldn't let me do this, Valentine," the young scientist said with a smirk, "A major cardiac event can happen at at momen..." The Turk stretched a hand up and touched the doctor's lips before he could finish.
"You....ahhhh... give me the same... damn warning every time."
He did, it was true. The assertion that Vincent would bear out the responsibility for his potentially embarrassing demise during each of these rendezvous was part of the game. He wondered casually if the Turk actually understood that or if he was stupid enough to really think there was some concern on his part for his partner's safety.
He thought, as he always did, about intentionally taking things too far. Drawing the noose too tight, watching the desire in Vincent's crimson eyes turn to desperation... perhaps he'd even get to observe the minute blossoming of petechiae as it all ended. He mused as to whether he's try to stop it? Would the sick fuck put up a fight? Or would his victim embrace that last rush toward oblivion?
"Safewords are for people who can be safe in the first place." Isn't that what someone had said when the sordid proposition had first been struck?
He loosened the ropes again. No murder for him tonight - he had to tell a panel on Friday that the latest batch of tissue tests had been tainted by a soon to be fired tech and a dead Turk on top of that would spell a headache when grant renewals came up. He moved the ligature to his left hand as he backed Vincent into the wall, fumbling to unbutton his partner's trousers.
"You sure you don't want me to fuck you this time?" He asked derisively.
"I told you... it's not like that."
"It's not like I would if you asked, you goddamn freak." He roughly pressed his hand to the Turk's already erect member and began fondling it as he pressed his other hand against Vincent's neck. The dark haired man moaned while the scientist did his best to quickly bring him to orgasm, trying not to think too deeply about what he was doing. While he'd conceded after a few months of this that he'd probably lost any credibility in identifying himself as purely heterosexual, he didn't enjoy these little tête-à-têtes for the opportunity it afforded him to give Vincent Valentine a handjob. Thankfully the the asphyxia had done most of his work for him.
"Fuck! I'm..."
Hojo interrupted Vincent's climax with a cuff to the face. His normally handsome features contorted into a absurd grimace as he coughed up blood-stained foam in the midst of his ecstasy. Hojo coolly took the opportunity to wipe the semen from his hand as he passed it against the Turk's cheek and wrenched it into the back of his hair.
"My turn."
Vincent didn't react at first, his body going lax as the other man lowered him to his knees. His eyes closed before Hojo struck him again again. The scientist remained uncertain as to whether the Turk derived any pleasure from this part of their private ritual, but frankly he didn't particularly care. Letting go of the now slackened garrote, he loosened his belt, undid his own pants and retrieved his pack of Bristols from the nearby table of musk-flowers. After lighting himself a cigarette he indecorously pushed Vincent's face toward his crotch, doing his best to suppress a gasp as the man began to fellate him.
He burned him on the back of the neck this time, figuring that between their recent encounters and Vincent's own ministrations the man's torso and back had probably been lucky to avoid nerve damage. The Turk choked down on Hojo's cock as the pain hit him, his nails digging into the good doctor's thighs - apparently he had made a good pick. He figured that unless ShinRa started ordering a mandatory hair length (*Highly unlikely*) the scar should still be concealable.
He moaned slightly as he came, doing his best to maintain control over the sound. The greenroom door didn't always lock and it would no doubt cause a fair amount of unpleasantness should Faremis walk in on them. If there was a single man in the whole company who gave a damn about the fraternization policy, it was probably him. Vincent spat a mouthful of ejaculate into a nearby waste bin before attempting to check his reflection in the window.
"Could you try not to mess up my face next time? Veld's going to think I got into another fight."
"Tell him you ran into a doorknob."
Vincent crossed his arms and tried awkwardly to smooth out his hair.
"You know..."
"'We really shouldn't be doing this?' Gaia, Valentine, do you have a script you follow or something?" Hojo lit a second cigarette with his own and handed it to the Turk. "Spare me your neuroses."
"I'm not saying now, I just mean..." He inhaled sharply and looked out the window. "Soon maybe."
Hojo raised an eyebrow.
"Soon?"
Vincent began to re-button his shirt, not looking back at his co-conspirator. His insistence on feeling ashamed of the whole affair was almost endearing when it wasn't being an absolute headache. Hojo helpfully set a box of Kleenex on the table beside he without any further inquiries. He half wondered if the young man would leave the room without answering his question. It wouldn't be out of character. After a long and unwieldy pause he finally responded.
"I met someone."
Hojo tried and failed to suppress a chuckle. "You haven't been getting choked out behind my back have you?" He clicked his tongue. "That could be dangerous... not everyone is a medical professional, after all."
The Turk turned back and shot him an angry glare. "It's not like that!" he barked.
Hojo extinguished his cigarette in a pot containing a dead sample of physcomitrella. He mulled over the idea of ending the arrangement, recalling coldly the number of times they had already agreed to break it off.
"Someone serious?"
Vincent held the Bristol at a distance as he pressed tissue against his lip to stanch the bleeding. His shoulders drooped but again he didn't immediately respond.
"Maybe."
"Do you really think you're in the best of shape for that sort of thing?" Hojo shot back.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Look, Valentine, my interest in you ends outside of this room. It's that sort of detachment that allows me to put up with a crazy bastard like you. But this somebody serious..." He paused, trying his best to mask his self-interest with something akin to concern. "I'm just saying... somebody might get hurt."
Vincent, obviously offended, threw the cigarette to the floor as he made an angry b-line for the door. Hojo waited for him to throw out some petulant attempt at the last word. He wasn't disappointed.
"Who says I don't like being hurt?"
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