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Cravings
3 Reviews"Who says I need a female?" Hojo muttered.
Vincent entered the laboratory to find Hojo hunched over a mass of test tubes and scientific paraphenalia. While this had been common even before Lucrecia died, he didn't think he'd seen Hojo leave the lab since he retreated here after the funeral.
"You have to stop beating youself up over this, Hojo. It's not your fault," Vincent began, trying to counsel the man who had competed with him for Lucrecia's affection.
"It is," Hojo answered, "because if I'd paid better attention, I would have seen that the fetus wasn't thriving. I should have been able to save one of them, at least."
"Maybe," Vincent hesistated, "maybe this is just something men aren't supposed to mess with?"
Hojo shook his head. "No, it's the opposite problem. The fetus needed a more controlled environment. Still, I can start again."
"Gast has already said he won't let you find another female technician to use," Vincent said. "Just admit it's over, Hojo!"
"Who says I need a female?" Hojo muttered.
"Hojo... what are you doing?" the Turk asked as the scientist bent behind the counter.
"I want you to meet Mr. Ether, Vincent. I think you'll get along well with him," Hojo answered as he pressed the damp cloth over Vincent's nose and mouth. Vincent was too surprised to struggle and soon fell unconscious.
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When Vincent woke, he was laying on one of the tables in the laboratory. He felt... sore, more than anything.
"Hojo?" he asked, confused. Then he felt the straps holding him and he panicked. "Hojo! Gast!"
"Shh," came the answer as Hojo appeared in his field of vision. "Gast is gone. There's just you and me here, Vincent, and Jenova Project mark two."
"What? You're not making sense."
Hojo laughed. "I told you I needed a more controlled uterine environment for the project, yes? The best way to do that is with an artificial uterus that I can control."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Isn't it obvious? I determined that even an artificial uterus could maintain optimal conditions better inside a human body."
Vincent blinked. "Waaaaaaait..."
"I can see the little squeaky wheels up there turning!" Hojo grinned, poking Vincent in the forehead.
"Do you mean I'm... pregnant?"
"Not in the strictest sense of the word, no, but close enough."
"...close enough?"
"Just be grateful I'm only doing a minimal amount of hormone therapy, Vincent. Any breast development you have will be temporary."
"... breasts?"
"I do hope I haven't broken you so badly you'll spend the next few months parroting everything I say." Vincent looked away and shivered. This was most definitely not what he'd had in mind when he signed up for the Turks.
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"Hojo. I'm having cravings. This is ridiculous. Either you need to cut down the hormone therapy or you need to start buying ice cream."
"What flavor?" Hojo answered without looking up from the test results.
"This isn't funny!" Vincent shouted, and immediately winced when he realized he was whining. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I've got... hips now."
"Everyone has hips, Vincent."
"I mean... round hips. My jeans fit weird."
"Are you sure it isn't just because you're starting to show?"
Vincent's eyes went wide. "Don't even joke about that."
"I'm not. Even with those huge sweaters you wear, I can tell."
"Oh." Vincent looked down at himself. "I didn't notice. I was just wearing the sweater to cover up the... um... pectoral irregularities."
Hojo sighed. "Don't worry about sounding scientific, Vincent. You can call them 'bitch tits' if you like, or 'man boobies'. I won't hold it against you."
Vincent started to say something, stopped, and started again. "Chocolate and coffee. Two quarts of each. Separate. I want to mix them in my mouth." He didn't know what he expected Hojo to do, maybe make another sarcastic comment, but Hojo just stood up and started for the stairs. That was something Vincent hadn't expected.
Twenty minutes later he was back with a plastic bag in each hand and Vincent was waiting for him in the living room with a spoon. He reached for one of the bags, but Hojo pulled away.
"First, you let me give you a proper physical." Vincent glared, but Hojo continued. "I mean it. You've been hiding from me for days." Vincent pouted for a minute, then pulled off his sweater.
"Thank you," Hojo nodded. He took off his coat and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a measuring tape. He began by measuring Vincent's chest, noting that the swelling around his nipples was still minor, and then measured the width of the nipples themselves. He noticed Vincent gasping when the measuring tape was pressed over his nipples and smiled a little.
"Sensitive, Vincent?" Hojo asked as he wrote down the numbers in his small notebook. Vincent started to say something, but Hojo brushed his fingers over the bare chest again and the Turk stopped.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, making another note. Before Vincent could answer, Hojo leaned in and took Vincent's nipple between his lips. Vincent moaned, then pulled away.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
Hojo considered a moment before answering. "Licking your nipple."
"Oh." Vincent blinked. "I mean, why?"
"Most likely because I'm lonely, and I miss Lucrecia, and this whole project is an excercise in replacing her with the scientific gain as a justification I can use to avoid thinking about the fact that I want you." Hojo said, jotting down another note. "Now drop your pants."
"What?"
"Drop your pants. I need to measure your waist."
"Oh. I thought you wanted to..."
Hojo scoffed, but it wasn't until Vincent had already unbuttoned his pants that he added, "Not until I'm done with the science."
"Now wait--" Vincent began, but Hojo was already leaning in, stretching the measuring tape around Vincent's waist. It grew slack and tightened around his hips. Hojo's hands were warm on his skin, fingertips just brushing the base of his spine as he took his measurements.
"You are showing, but not much just yet," Hojo said, stroking the slight bulge in Vincent's abdomen. Vincent nodded. He didn't argue as Hojo opened the ice cream and began feeding it to him, one spoonful at a time.
He thought about Hojo for several long minutes, as the ice cream cold slowly crept into his brain. When the scientist set the spoon down and started to stand up, Vincent grabbed his arm and tugged, pulling him onto the couch next to him.
"Ice cream isn't all I'm craving," Vincent said as he leaned over Hojo and unbuckled his belt.
"And you're not the only one who misses Lucrecia," he added, pulling the belt away and cupping his hand over Hojo's crotch. He smiled to feel the beginning of an erection under his fingers, and hurried to undo the zipper. Hojo twisted under his hands but didn't try to get away. Vincent pushed his pants and underwear just far enough down to be out of the way, rubbing his hands over Hojo's cock until he brought the scientist to a full erection.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Hojo started to stand up, but Vincent shook his head no and sent his own briefs dropping to the floor.
"Come here, Vincent, and let me--" Hojo began, but Vincent cut him off.
"I'm tired of you being in charge of all the experiments," Vincent said, taking Hojo by the shoulder and forcing him over. Hojo's indignant protests were muffled by couch cushions as Vincent pulled his pants roughly from his ass and leaned over him. He laid his hands in the small of Hojo's back and noticed a small plastic tube in the pocket of Hojo's pants.
"Lubricant? Oh, how thoughtful," he said as he uncapped it. Again, all Hojo could do was complain to the upholstery as Vincent applied the lubricant and pressed his weight onto Hojo's back as he pressed himself into the scientist's ass.
Vincent wasn't quite sure, but he thought he heard Hojo say "god, yes". Or maybe the man was just biting the pillows. He didn't particularly care, though he reached one arm under Hojo's thin body and grabbed his erection, grasping it tightly as he pushed himself in and out. It only took him a few minutes to orgasm, but he waited until Hojo had come as well before he rolled off. Not paying attention to the narrowness of the couch, he promptly fell on the floor.
"Are you ok?" Hojo asked, pushing himself up off the couch.
Vincent blinked before replying, "Never better."
"Good," Hojo smiled. "That means it's my turn."
"You have to stop beating youself up over this, Hojo. It's not your fault," Vincent began, trying to counsel the man who had competed with him for Lucrecia's affection.
"It is," Hojo answered, "because if I'd paid better attention, I would have seen that the fetus wasn't thriving. I should have been able to save one of them, at least."
"Maybe," Vincent hesistated, "maybe this is just something men aren't supposed to mess with?"
Hojo shook his head. "No, it's the opposite problem. The fetus needed a more controlled environment. Still, I can start again."
"Gast has already said he won't let you find another female technician to use," Vincent said. "Just admit it's over, Hojo!"
"Who says I need a female?" Hojo muttered.
"Hojo... what are you doing?" the Turk asked as the scientist bent behind the counter.
"I want you to meet Mr. Ether, Vincent. I think you'll get along well with him," Hojo answered as he pressed the damp cloth over Vincent's nose and mouth. Vincent was too surprised to struggle and soon fell unconscious.
-----
When Vincent woke, he was laying on one of the tables in the laboratory. He felt... sore, more than anything.
"Hojo?" he asked, confused. Then he felt the straps holding him and he panicked. "Hojo! Gast!"
"Shh," came the answer as Hojo appeared in his field of vision. "Gast is gone. There's just you and me here, Vincent, and Jenova Project mark two."
"What? You're not making sense."
Hojo laughed. "I told you I needed a more controlled uterine environment for the project, yes? The best way to do that is with an artificial uterus that I can control."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Isn't it obvious? I determined that even an artificial uterus could maintain optimal conditions better inside a human body."
Vincent blinked. "Waaaaaaait..."
"I can see the little squeaky wheels up there turning!" Hojo grinned, poking Vincent in the forehead.
"Do you mean I'm... pregnant?"
"Not in the strictest sense of the word, no, but close enough."
"...close enough?"
"Just be grateful I'm only doing a minimal amount of hormone therapy, Vincent. Any breast development you have will be temporary."
"... breasts?"
"I do hope I haven't broken you so badly you'll spend the next few months parroting everything I say." Vincent looked away and shivered. This was most definitely not what he'd had in mind when he signed up for the Turks.
-----
"Hojo. I'm having cravings. This is ridiculous. Either you need to cut down the hormone therapy or you need to start buying ice cream."
"What flavor?" Hojo answered without looking up from the test results.
"This isn't funny!" Vincent shouted, and immediately winced when he realized he was whining. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I've got... hips now."
"Everyone has hips, Vincent."
"I mean... round hips. My jeans fit weird."
"Are you sure it isn't just because you're starting to show?"
Vincent's eyes went wide. "Don't even joke about that."
"I'm not. Even with those huge sweaters you wear, I can tell."
"Oh." Vincent looked down at himself. "I didn't notice. I was just wearing the sweater to cover up the... um... pectoral irregularities."
Hojo sighed. "Don't worry about sounding scientific, Vincent. You can call them 'bitch tits' if you like, or 'man boobies'. I won't hold it against you."
Vincent started to say something, stopped, and started again. "Chocolate and coffee. Two quarts of each. Separate. I want to mix them in my mouth." He didn't know what he expected Hojo to do, maybe make another sarcastic comment, but Hojo just stood up and started for the stairs. That was something Vincent hadn't expected.
Twenty minutes later he was back with a plastic bag in each hand and Vincent was waiting for him in the living room with a spoon. He reached for one of the bags, but Hojo pulled away.
"First, you let me give you a proper physical." Vincent glared, but Hojo continued. "I mean it. You've been hiding from me for days." Vincent pouted for a minute, then pulled off his sweater.
"Thank you," Hojo nodded. He took off his coat and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a measuring tape. He began by measuring Vincent's chest, noting that the swelling around his nipples was still minor, and then measured the width of the nipples themselves. He noticed Vincent gasping when the measuring tape was pressed over his nipples and smiled a little.
"Sensitive, Vincent?" Hojo asked as he wrote down the numbers in his small notebook. Vincent started to say something, but Hojo brushed his fingers over the bare chest again and the Turk stopped.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, making another note. Before Vincent could answer, Hojo leaned in and took Vincent's nipple between his lips. Vincent moaned, then pulled away.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
Hojo considered a moment before answering. "Licking your nipple."
"Oh." Vincent blinked. "I mean, why?"
"Most likely because I'm lonely, and I miss Lucrecia, and this whole project is an excercise in replacing her with the scientific gain as a justification I can use to avoid thinking about the fact that I want you." Hojo said, jotting down another note. "Now drop your pants."
"What?"
"Drop your pants. I need to measure your waist."
"Oh. I thought you wanted to..."
Hojo scoffed, but it wasn't until Vincent had already unbuttoned his pants that he added, "Not until I'm done with the science."
"Now wait--" Vincent began, but Hojo was already leaning in, stretching the measuring tape around Vincent's waist. It grew slack and tightened around his hips. Hojo's hands were warm on his skin, fingertips just brushing the base of his spine as he took his measurements.
"You are showing, but not much just yet," Hojo said, stroking the slight bulge in Vincent's abdomen. Vincent nodded. He didn't argue as Hojo opened the ice cream and began feeding it to him, one spoonful at a time.
He thought about Hojo for several long minutes, as the ice cream cold slowly crept into his brain. When the scientist set the spoon down and started to stand up, Vincent grabbed his arm and tugged, pulling him onto the couch next to him.
"Ice cream isn't all I'm craving," Vincent said as he leaned over Hojo and unbuckled his belt.
"And you're not the only one who misses Lucrecia," he added, pulling the belt away and cupping his hand over Hojo's crotch. He smiled to feel the beginning of an erection under his fingers, and hurried to undo the zipper. Hojo twisted under his hands but didn't try to get away. Vincent pushed his pants and underwear just far enough down to be out of the way, rubbing his hands over Hojo's cock until he brought the scientist to a full erection.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Hojo started to stand up, but Vincent shook his head no and sent his own briefs dropping to the floor.
"Come here, Vincent, and let me--" Hojo began, but Vincent cut him off.
"I'm tired of you being in charge of all the experiments," Vincent said, taking Hojo by the shoulder and forcing him over. Hojo's indignant protests were muffled by couch cushions as Vincent pulled his pants roughly from his ass and leaned over him. He laid his hands in the small of Hojo's back and noticed a small plastic tube in the pocket of Hojo's pants.
"Lubricant? Oh, how thoughtful," he said as he uncapped it. Again, all Hojo could do was complain to the upholstery as Vincent applied the lubricant and pressed his weight onto Hojo's back as he pressed himself into the scientist's ass.
Vincent wasn't quite sure, but he thought he heard Hojo say "god, yes". Or maybe the man was just biting the pillows. He didn't particularly care, though he reached one arm under Hojo's thin body and grabbed his erection, grasping it tightly as he pushed himself in and out. It only took him a few minutes to orgasm, but he waited until Hojo had come as well before he rolled off. Not paying attention to the narrowness of the couch, he promptly fell on the floor.
"Are you ok?" Hojo asked, pushing himself up off the couch.
Vincent blinked before replying, "Never better."
"Good," Hojo smiled. "That means it's my turn."
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