Hojo fic
We have All the Time in the World
by Emerald Embers
Louise_cmi_vc@hotmail.com
Rated NC-17 for yaoi of a sort.
Author's notes; This fic contains necrophilia. If that sort of stuff sends you running away screaming, do so now rather than reading through and THEN running away screaming.
[Hojo]
The scent of his blood remained in the room, or at least disturbing my mind. Two days dead and despite constant washing and burning various incenses, I could almost taste the smell of that fatal wound. Well, at least I had the results now I desired, and he was laid out on my lab table, quiet and still. Dead or no, he was still beautiful, the increasing whiteness of his skin only enhancing his gothic looks. I knew the effects were only temporary, and soon the blood would start sinking and tinting other parts of his body purple unless I found a way to restart his blood flow; but for now, he was pale and unmoving and cool, so angelic in appearance it almost hurt to look at him. Odd how his facial muscles seemed to relax rather than draw into a grimace as he passed away. Appropriate... perhaps now, in some other place, he was getting the rest he had always desired. Maybe not for long if the experiments I intended to conduct upon him worked... but still, he would be at peace for at least another day.
I sighed before looking down his naked body. Lucrecia thought she had appreciated this sight, but the foolish woman did not have a clue. She would not know art if the giant mountain carvings of Wutai fell on top of her. Vincent was absolutely visually stunning, and as I had always thought of myself as being solely heterosexual until I was mesmerised by the simple action of him pulling a glove off his hand by gripping the end of one of the fingers between his teeth, I knew only I could fully experience his appearance.
I ran my fingers across those lips of his before carefully parting them and slipping my own mouth over his, licking along Vincent's tongue before running my fingers down the cool chest. "People loved you," I commented against Vincent's ear. It did not matter that he probably couldn't hear me, I just wanted to say it. I could almost hear how he would have responded in my head, which made talking to him all the much more enjoyable. He would have hated every single word that fell from my lips, and I smiled as I continued. "Beautiful, clever, accurate Vincent. The wonderboy, unaware of his brilliance. And now they will forget you, and once again, it will be just you and me." I leant down and kissed Vincent's left nipple lightly, imagining how he would have reacted to the stimulation in my dreams, without the stillness of this current reality or the anger and disgust of the past. "No Lucrecia." A kiss to the other nipple, cold and smooth as silk skin. "No Shinra." A smile creeping across my face as I ran my fingers through the light hairs on his stomach and downwards. Every inch of him deserved to be photographed or painted, retained for the memory of people in years to come. But the fact he was here, mine, and would probably end up remembered solely by me, gave me great pride. The beautiful beast was for my enjoyment alone. "I took everything from you. I wanted your life, and I took it. I wanted your brilliance, and I dimmed yours and raised my own. I wanted your success and I took the one woman you ever loved. I've taken everything away from you but your beauty." I bit my lip in thought before pulling my hand away from Vincent's groin and carefully shifting both of my arms underneath his body, lifting him up off the table. "Your beauty should not be wasted here yet. You belong in my bedroom. You belonged there for years you know, far more than Lucrecia did. But unlike her, you never came." I smiled, pressing my face into his hair as I gripped his limp body tight to mine and started out of the door to go down the hallway. "You have no choice in the matter now though, do you?"
Our trip down to my room was only interrupted briefly by a young Soldier guarding the corridor inquiring as to where I was going and what was wrong with the person I carried. The urge to smirk or laugh and tell him the truth was painfully strong, but even President Shinra had his limits as to what behaviour he would permit amongst his staff. "Unconscious, at least for now." I said as I nudged the door of my bedroom open, careful to hide the wound where the bullet had exited through his back by pressing my hand over the wound. "We were... busy, and he fell asleep." The Soldier's eyes widened and he blushed furiously before turning his back on me.
"Sorry, sir!"
I kicked the door shut behind me, hearing the auto-lock click into place before I laid Vincent down on the bed. He looked so utterly perfect there with the exception of the angry wound on his chest proving he was not lying there by choice. Still and patient and waiting for me to do things in my own time... all the gifts he would not have bestowed upon me in life. I went into the adjoining bathroom, searching through the cupboard for lubricant, a parting 'present' from Lucrecia that she had hurled at me screeching "Maybe you'll find a use for this some day you lying son of a bitch!". It appeared my little revelation about Vincent did not meet with her approval. Still, a gift was a gift regardless of how it was given, and this one I would most certainly put to good use. His skin would be so easy to damage now it was beginning to decompose and I had no desire to injure his body further, and besides, it was not as if he was going to help me out by sweating or giving me something else to lubricate him with. So, off came the lid, and I squeezed some of the curious gel onto my fingers, taking a few seconds to warm it and get used to the viscosity level.
I knelt at his side on the bed, time passing as I carefully smoothed the substance inside of his body. Thankfully, rigormortis had passed and his muscles were quite pliant now, as I suspect I might as well have tried to lubricate a vice before his body relaxed out of its turgid state. I breathed a sigh of quiet contentment as I slipped my fingers in and out of the unresisting entrance to his body, brushing against his prostate for a brief second. I could not resist smiling slightly at the now useless source of pleasure for him, imaging the utter vomit-inducing disgust and curiosity that would have plagued his mind if he knew how intimately I could recall the details of his body now. And there was no hurry to do anything further, no rush forced by anyone other than myself. We had all the time in the world to take care of things and I was not going to rush this experience, not when I could potentially be the last person to have any knowledge of the beautiful man's various contours.
Once as certain as a biologist could be that Vincent was slick enough, I removed my fingers and wiped them on the bedsheets carefully before looking at the way his body was positioned, typically limp and lying oddly as a corpse allowed to settle itself would be. And after spreading his legs slightly I brushed his hair out of his face before resting his head on the pillow, arranging his arms so one laid across his stomach, the other above his head. Like a beautiful piece of art... certainly the most appreciable being the planet had spewed forth that I had seen so far. Why had others thought they deserved him for any length of time? They had no knowledge of science or art. They could not preserve his body, or even observe it correctly. Nobody deserved him but me. Even he did not understand how beautiful and lucky and perfect he had been. He was mine. He should have been part of me.
And now I would make him part of me.
After unbuckling my trousers and sliding them down, I lifted up his cool legs and rested them atop my shoulders, gripping them with my hands carefully to hold them in place before pushing forward into his cold embrace. Frozen and unresponsive, something he would have been proud of. But submissive, vulnerable and mine as well. As I kissed his neck between pulling back for a second thrust into that cool length of muscle, I wondered what I could write or brand this smooth expanse of skin with to remind him whose property he was if I managed to wake him some time in the future. I could write a specimen number, but that would take away all his uniqueness and his clean, simple-lined beauty. Perhaps... perhaps it would be simplest to draw a slightly twisted version of something I associated him with. Orchids? I tilted his head towards me, that last thrust having made it flip back at an uncomfortable-looking angle. Lilies? Yes.... white lilies. Death, elegance, smoothness, and gothic beauty. But he injured people too, and would be reborn with great pain if he did come back. That was a certainty from the level of decomposition he had almost reached. He would be a bleeding lily. Perhaps even a thorned lily.
I felt the urge to give in to climax rise and fall several times, controlling myself as best as I could and pausing to kiss him for a moment each time the edge came too close. But nature likes to run its course and my time with him was coming to an end, and I took the hand from across his stomach, holding it against my face and kissing the fingers gently. This arm was so much more beautiful than his left arm, so much more streamlined and neat. The other was clearly the arm he preferred to use for defense, as the scars testified. Being part of him it still held fascination for me, but it simply did not compare to the other. I wondered how it would feel to take a knife and cut through the flesh there, replace it with something I had made, something symmetrical and efficient. Something that could hold away the blows defending himself required, and yet retain a smooth surface.
The last surge started rising within me and I knew this time I could not hold back, choosing instead to slide my arms underneath him and lift his body up closer to mine, that icy chest making contact with mine as his head slipped back at an impossible angle, exposing his throat for my kisses. Beautiful and flawless Vincent, mine in the end, mine in his death. Possessed by me. Possessed by me. And dear god, it felt so utterly right and perfect to pour out my frustration and need into him as I came, my body pressed up against his, covering that impassive skin with kiss after kiss after kiss, pushing up into that body that offered no resistance bar what his body could physically take. And then I realised I was finished, clinging to his body like a child to a comfort blanket, and I had taken what I had wanted from him.
Shaking slightly I stood up and walked over to the security camera on the top of the wall, removing the recording CD from the system, and replacing it with a damaged one quickly so anyone who came into the lab would suspect it had been caught somehow when slotting in or out of its holding case. No suspicion on the head of Shinra science department at all. Satisfied I was not at risk of being caught now, I looked over at his body on the bed, slumped back into an impossible arrangement of limbs, smiled. I waved the thin disk at his corpse for a second, amused, before tucking it neatly into my front pocket for safe-keeping and walking back over to him, kissing his lips lightly. "Next time we meet, you will probably not succumb to me so kindly." It was time to try and wake him from his long slumber in the otherworld, and to make my ownership of him known.
... though perhaps a change of clothing would be recommendable first.
END!!!
*runs away cackling evilly before hurling herself into the shower to deal with post-Hojo-museiness*
by Emerald Embers
Louise_cmi_vc@hotmail.com
Rated NC-17 for yaoi of a sort.
Author's notes; This fic contains necrophilia. If that sort of stuff sends you running away screaming, do so now rather than reading through and THEN running away screaming.
[Hojo]
The scent of his blood remained in the room, or at least disturbing my mind. Two days dead and despite constant washing and burning various incenses, I could almost taste the smell of that fatal wound. Well, at least I had the results now I desired, and he was laid out on my lab table, quiet and still. Dead or no, he was still beautiful, the increasing whiteness of his skin only enhancing his gothic looks. I knew the effects were only temporary, and soon the blood would start sinking and tinting other parts of his body purple unless I found a way to restart his blood flow; but for now, he was pale and unmoving and cool, so angelic in appearance it almost hurt to look at him. Odd how his facial muscles seemed to relax rather than draw into a grimace as he passed away. Appropriate... perhaps now, in some other place, he was getting the rest he had always desired. Maybe not for long if the experiments I intended to conduct upon him worked... but still, he would be at peace for at least another day.
I sighed before looking down his naked body. Lucrecia thought she had appreciated this sight, but the foolish woman did not have a clue. She would not know art if the giant mountain carvings of Wutai fell on top of her. Vincent was absolutely visually stunning, and as I had always thought of myself as being solely heterosexual until I was mesmerised by the simple action of him pulling a glove off his hand by gripping the end of one of the fingers between his teeth, I knew only I could fully experience his appearance.
I ran my fingers across those lips of his before carefully parting them and slipping my own mouth over his, licking along Vincent's tongue before running my fingers down the cool chest. "People loved you," I commented against Vincent's ear. It did not matter that he probably couldn't hear me, I just wanted to say it. I could almost hear how he would have responded in my head, which made talking to him all the much more enjoyable. He would have hated every single word that fell from my lips, and I smiled as I continued. "Beautiful, clever, accurate Vincent. The wonderboy, unaware of his brilliance. And now they will forget you, and once again, it will be just you and me." I leant down and kissed Vincent's left nipple lightly, imagining how he would have reacted to the stimulation in my dreams, without the stillness of this current reality or the anger and disgust of the past. "No Lucrecia." A kiss to the other nipple, cold and smooth as silk skin. "No Shinra." A smile creeping across my face as I ran my fingers through the light hairs on his stomach and downwards. Every inch of him deserved to be photographed or painted, retained for the memory of people in years to come. But the fact he was here, mine, and would probably end up remembered solely by me, gave me great pride. The beautiful beast was for my enjoyment alone. "I took everything from you. I wanted your life, and I took it. I wanted your brilliance, and I dimmed yours and raised my own. I wanted your success and I took the one woman you ever loved. I've taken everything away from you but your beauty." I bit my lip in thought before pulling my hand away from Vincent's groin and carefully shifting both of my arms underneath his body, lifting him up off the table. "Your beauty should not be wasted here yet. You belong in my bedroom. You belonged there for years you know, far more than Lucrecia did. But unlike her, you never came." I smiled, pressing my face into his hair as I gripped his limp body tight to mine and started out of the door to go down the hallway. "You have no choice in the matter now though, do you?"
Our trip down to my room was only interrupted briefly by a young Soldier guarding the corridor inquiring as to where I was going and what was wrong with the person I carried. The urge to smirk or laugh and tell him the truth was painfully strong, but even President Shinra had his limits as to what behaviour he would permit amongst his staff. "Unconscious, at least for now." I said as I nudged the door of my bedroom open, careful to hide the wound where the bullet had exited through his back by pressing my hand over the wound. "We were... busy, and he fell asleep." The Soldier's eyes widened and he blushed furiously before turning his back on me.
"Sorry, sir!"
I kicked the door shut behind me, hearing the auto-lock click into place before I laid Vincent down on the bed. He looked so utterly perfect there with the exception of the angry wound on his chest proving he was not lying there by choice. Still and patient and waiting for me to do things in my own time... all the gifts he would not have bestowed upon me in life. I went into the adjoining bathroom, searching through the cupboard for lubricant, a parting 'present' from Lucrecia that she had hurled at me screeching "Maybe you'll find a use for this some day you lying son of a bitch!". It appeared my little revelation about Vincent did not meet with her approval. Still, a gift was a gift regardless of how it was given, and this one I would most certainly put to good use. His skin would be so easy to damage now it was beginning to decompose and I had no desire to injure his body further, and besides, it was not as if he was going to help me out by sweating or giving me something else to lubricate him with. So, off came the lid, and I squeezed some of the curious gel onto my fingers, taking a few seconds to warm it and get used to the viscosity level.
I knelt at his side on the bed, time passing as I carefully smoothed the substance inside of his body. Thankfully, rigormortis had passed and his muscles were quite pliant now, as I suspect I might as well have tried to lubricate a vice before his body relaxed out of its turgid state. I breathed a sigh of quiet contentment as I slipped my fingers in and out of the unresisting entrance to his body, brushing against his prostate for a brief second. I could not resist smiling slightly at the now useless source of pleasure for him, imaging the utter vomit-inducing disgust and curiosity that would have plagued his mind if he knew how intimately I could recall the details of his body now. And there was no hurry to do anything further, no rush forced by anyone other than myself. We had all the time in the world to take care of things and I was not going to rush this experience, not when I could potentially be the last person to have any knowledge of the beautiful man's various contours.
Once as certain as a biologist could be that Vincent was slick enough, I removed my fingers and wiped them on the bedsheets carefully before looking at the way his body was positioned, typically limp and lying oddly as a corpse allowed to settle itself would be. And after spreading his legs slightly I brushed his hair out of his face before resting his head on the pillow, arranging his arms so one laid across his stomach, the other above his head. Like a beautiful piece of art... certainly the most appreciable being the planet had spewed forth that I had seen so far. Why had others thought they deserved him for any length of time? They had no knowledge of science or art. They could not preserve his body, or even observe it correctly. Nobody deserved him but me. Even he did not understand how beautiful and lucky and perfect he had been. He was mine. He should have been part of me.
And now I would make him part of me.
After unbuckling my trousers and sliding them down, I lifted up his cool legs and rested them atop my shoulders, gripping them with my hands carefully to hold them in place before pushing forward into his cold embrace. Frozen and unresponsive, something he would have been proud of. But submissive, vulnerable and mine as well. As I kissed his neck between pulling back for a second thrust into that cool length of muscle, I wondered what I could write or brand this smooth expanse of skin with to remind him whose property he was if I managed to wake him some time in the future. I could write a specimen number, but that would take away all his uniqueness and his clean, simple-lined beauty. Perhaps... perhaps it would be simplest to draw a slightly twisted version of something I associated him with. Orchids? I tilted his head towards me, that last thrust having made it flip back at an uncomfortable-looking angle. Lilies? Yes.... white lilies. Death, elegance, smoothness, and gothic beauty. But he injured people too, and would be reborn with great pain if he did come back. That was a certainty from the level of decomposition he had almost reached. He would be a bleeding lily. Perhaps even a thorned lily.
I felt the urge to give in to climax rise and fall several times, controlling myself as best as I could and pausing to kiss him for a moment each time the edge came too close. But nature likes to run its course and my time with him was coming to an end, and I took the hand from across his stomach, holding it against my face and kissing the fingers gently. This arm was so much more beautiful than his left arm, so much more streamlined and neat. The other was clearly the arm he preferred to use for defense, as the scars testified. Being part of him it still held fascination for me, but it simply did not compare to the other. I wondered how it would feel to take a knife and cut through the flesh there, replace it with something I had made, something symmetrical and efficient. Something that could hold away the blows defending himself required, and yet retain a smooth surface.
The last surge started rising within me and I knew this time I could not hold back, choosing instead to slide my arms underneath him and lift his body up closer to mine, that icy chest making contact with mine as his head slipped back at an impossible angle, exposing his throat for my kisses. Beautiful and flawless Vincent, mine in the end, mine in his death. Possessed by me. Possessed by me. And dear god, it felt so utterly right and perfect to pour out my frustration and need into him as I came, my body pressed up against his, covering that impassive skin with kiss after kiss after kiss, pushing up into that body that offered no resistance bar what his body could physically take. And then I realised I was finished, clinging to his body like a child to a comfort blanket, and I had taken what I had wanted from him.
Shaking slightly I stood up and walked over to the security camera on the top of the wall, removing the recording CD from the system, and replacing it with a damaged one quickly so anyone who came into the lab would suspect it had been caught somehow when slotting in or out of its holding case. No suspicion on the head of Shinra science department at all. Satisfied I was not at risk of being caught now, I looked over at his body on the bed, slumped back into an impossible arrangement of limbs, smiled. I waved the thin disk at his corpse for a second, amused, before tucking it neatly into my front pocket for safe-keeping and walking back over to him, kissing his lips lightly. "Next time we meet, you will probably not succumb to me so kindly." It was time to try and wake him from his long slumber in the otherworld, and to make my ownership of him known.
... though perhaps a change of clothing would be recommendable first.
END!!!
*runs away cackling evilly before hurling herself into the shower to deal with post-Hojo-museiness*