Final Fantasy Seven: Vincent/Hojo
Title: Imperfect Specimen
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Implications of non-con, extra parts
Word count: 407
Summary: Hojo thought that this would work out better.
There were times when he was pleasantly surprised by the way his experiments turned, the unexpected results often shocking, but not upsetting. There were times when the rewards of an uncharted experiment would leave him breathless in anticipation for what it would do next. There were also times when he regretted having set something aside, being fully aware it would be a rather long while before he could return to his examination.
It was very easy to say that now was not one of those times.
In fact, if anything, Valentine was even more displeasing now than before Lucretia had started to toy with the man’s body. The unpredictability he had had even before his death was enhanced, making it annoyingly difficult to pin down the new patterns in his behavior.
The only positive of the entire thing was the experiment itself. The demons, he had found, could not regenerate perfect limbs for the specimen, nor could they permanently alter his current form. The skin did not tan, burns did not scar, and breathing returned on its own if stopped. He’d even taken time to see if not feeding or watering the man would do anything at all. All it had done was send him into a deep sleep. One which he had thought would be to his benefit.
The last thing he’d expected to have happen when starting the tests was for the man to rear up and lash at him with claws that he didn't put there, nor to trip him up with a tail he normally did not have.
It was magnificent, the demon being merged with the man as seamlessly as it was, but that didn’t mean that he’d intended to get such a close examination with the other party awake. He did not like the idea of the demon having decided to... establish itself either, and had gone for his tranquilizers.
Sadly, they had been knocked from his hand a moment before, and the struggle had come to a brief standstill, his eyes locked on the gold of the other as he hissed down at him ferally, nothing of the normal intelligence in sight.
The rip of cloth made him wrinkle his nose, and he just knew he was going to have to sterilize himself once he managed to get away from the specimen.
No, this was definitely not one of those times where the unexpected pleased him.
Not in the least.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Implications of non-con, extra parts
Word count: 407
Summary: Hojo thought that this would work out better.
There were times when he was pleasantly surprised by the way his experiments turned, the unexpected results often shocking, but not upsetting. There were times when the rewards of an uncharted experiment would leave him breathless in anticipation for what it would do next. There were also times when he regretted having set something aside, being fully aware it would be a rather long while before he could return to his examination.
It was very easy to say that now was not one of those times.
In fact, if anything, Valentine was even more displeasing now than before Lucretia had started to toy with the man’s body. The unpredictability he had had even before his death was enhanced, making it annoyingly difficult to pin down the new patterns in his behavior.
The only positive of the entire thing was the experiment itself. The demons, he had found, could not regenerate perfect limbs for the specimen, nor could they permanently alter his current form. The skin did not tan, burns did not scar, and breathing returned on its own if stopped. He’d even taken time to see if not feeding or watering the man would do anything at all. All it had done was send him into a deep sleep. One which he had thought would be to his benefit.
The last thing he’d expected to have happen when starting the tests was for the man to rear up and lash at him with claws that he didn't put there, nor to trip him up with a tail he normally did not have.
It was magnificent, the demon being merged with the man as seamlessly as it was, but that didn’t mean that he’d intended to get such a close examination with the other party awake. He did not like the idea of the demon having decided to... establish itself either, and had gone for his tranquilizers.
Sadly, they had been knocked from his hand a moment before, and the struggle had come to a brief standstill, his eyes locked on the gold of the other as he hissed down at him ferally, nothing of the normal intelligence in sight.
The rip of cloth made him wrinkle his nose, and he just knew he was going to have to sterilize himself once he managed to get away from the specimen.
No, this was definitely not one of those times where the unexpected pleased him.
Not in the least.