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Kink Bingo: Half a World Away(Hojo/Sephiroth, Obedience)
Title: Half a World Away
Beta: Aiko Namika
Prompt: Obedience for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Pair: Hojo/Sephiroth
Wordcount: 1,317
It was easy to see that the man didn’t want to be here, but the fact that he had come when ordered to anyway made Hojo smile. Sephiroth had been away for almost a year before Hojo had been able to get him back for his tests. The boy was doing too well at getting things done in the Wutai conflict, which pleased Hojo in a way. He had made Sephiroth to be stronger than a human in all ways.
But here, in this, Sephiroth was weak, just as Hojo wanted him. Obedient, unable to say no.
He had sent out the order, and even half a world away, Sephiroth had listened. He had come, flying in on one of the supply flights, and then with a few Turks who had been coming in from a mission, and now he was here, standing in front of Hojo, glaring, dressed in a strange mix of SOLDIER uniform and clothing he must have picked up from other fighters. Hojo couldn’t imagine where the boy had gotten leather pants. Though at fifteen, Sephiroth was still growing, and he was sure to outgrow this minor rebellion. Hojo put it out of his mind.
“Follow me,” he said, gesturing abruptly. There was a mulish expression on the boy’s face, but he still continued to follow.
So very much like his incubator used to be, before she decided she needed to go. Weak. Sephiroth took so much after his true mother that Hojo felt relief.
Sephiroth was strong. More than any mere human could be, and that pleased Hojo. The boy was so much better than that weak Cetra that Gast had died for, and that half-breed daughter of hers. Already, he had seen Sephiroth do more than Ifalna had ever shown herself capable of.
And he fought so much less.
Purring mentally, he walked to one of the exam rooms, wanting to see what a year outside of the lab had done to Sephiroth. At least physically.
He had trained him well.
///
Oh, Sephiroth was torn. He hated this. Hated being back in the lab, being here where everyone was -looking- at him. He had finally gotten the fighters in Wutai to stop eyeing him as if he was some sort of freak, but now he was here, and here, he would never be anything besides a specimen.
Sadly, no matter how much he wanted to, he could not ignore the call to come. Hojo had trained him far too well for too many years to listen when he said something, and Sephiroth wondered if he would ever be able to fully break that sort of training. It...relieved something inside to listen to what the scientist said to do. Which was a feeling he was fighting more and more, especially after meeting those two in Wutai. Angeal and Genesis had their own issues with one of the other doctors, but both had been surprised by his almost instant acceptance of the call back to Midgar.
Now he was here, and he wanted to be anywhere but here. Even the war was better.
Still, he listened when Hojo told him to follow, and he moved behind the man, moving on cat’s feet, looking around the lab. Hated this place, but it was home, in a strange, twisted way. He knew that, inside, this would always be the place he would relax the most, where he would always know what to expect.
And it was exactly as he expected. Sephiroth waited patiently through the standard exam. He was poked and prodded, and gone over in detail, losing his clothing a bit of time as Hojo made sure that any injuries that had been reported had healed fully and without issue. Sephiroth knew they had, he didn’t even have a scar from any of them. But, finally, Sephiroth relaxed as Hojo stepped back. The man, who was still taller than Sephiroth, though he was sure that wasn’t going to last much longer, nodded, a small smile on his face. “Perfect results. As always.”
That got a warm feeling in Sephiroth’s chest. He didn’t get praise often, most of what he did get was from other scientists, and as odd as he thought Hojo was, there was something in him that always felt better when the man was the one giving the praise.
The feeling faded when Hojo set a plastic container in front of him. “We need another sample from you.”
Looking blankly at the container, Sephiroth hesitated, frowning. The last time he had seen something like that.... “You can’t have gone through what I left last time.” At least he hoped not. It was a vaguely creepy feeling if Hojo had.
That got a frown from Hojo. “Not that it matters if we had or not, but we haven’t. It’s simply a matter of course. You should expect it during all future exams.” He stared at Sephiroth, who stared back. Finally, the teen took the cup.
“I don’t like this.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’ll do it.”
And that was the truth. Hojo had hit it right on the head there. No matter how much Sephiroth hated it, he would still listen to what he was told to do. There would be small rebellions, but he would do as he was told.
“Do you need visual aid again?”
The tone was cool, and Sephiroth frowned. “No.” In fact, this was going to be one of his small rebellions. He curled his fingers around himself and shut his eyes, focusing on one of the new people he had met. Genesis was an ass, and Sephiroth wasn’t sure if he liked him. But he did come with one very attractive feature. Angeal. Something about the older teen made Sephiroth want to snuggle in against him and just smell him. Maybe lick his skin. He didn’t know, but he imagined Angeal telling him what to do, and it didn’t twist his stomach nearly as much as the idea of Hojo doing the same. The idea sent shivers down Sephiroth’s spine, and his hand started to move faster. In his mind, he heard Angeal’s voice, low and with a bit of a growl, that same growl he used when he and Genesis were a bit more serious about their arguing.
He didn’t know how long he was there, imagining that, but, as he was hearing Angeal’s voice in his head, there was a sudden sharp, “Now, Sephiroth.” and he couldn’t help but shudder, feeling that feeling of heat race through him. This was the only part of donating genetic samples that he liked, this feeling here. But the fact it was -Hojo’s- voice that had triggered him off made him made something in his stomach curl.
Sephiroth just wished he knew if it was in a bad way or a good way.
Taking a few deep breaths, refusing to pant in front of Hojo, not wanting to show that much weakness in front of the man, Sephiroth carefully set the cup on the table beside the exam bed. Then he looked at Hojo, and paused. There was a look in Hojo’s eyes, one that was familiar in a way, that hungry look that Hojo always wore during tests and experiments. But there was something else there this time, and Sephiroth wasn’t sure what it was.
“Dress. There will be a final check up tomorrow, then you may return to the front.”
That was one order Sephiroth didn’t feel any urge to disobey.
///
Hojo smiled. He didn’t know what the boy had been thinking about, but he was still listening, obeying when Hojo gave his orders.
It was a gratifying sensation. Hojo was reminded of Lucrecia, and he smiled faintly. Would have to go find one of the women he used from time to time.
Having someone so well trained always made him pleased.
Beta: Aiko Namika
Prompt: Obedience for
kink_bingoPair: Hojo/Sephiroth
Wordcount: 1,317
It was easy to see that the man didn’t want to be here, but the fact that he had come when ordered to anyway made Hojo smile. Sephiroth had been away for almost a year before Hojo had been able to get him back for his tests. The boy was doing too well at getting things done in the Wutai conflict, which pleased Hojo in a way. He had made Sephiroth to be stronger than a human in all ways.
But here, in this, Sephiroth was weak, just as Hojo wanted him. Obedient, unable to say no.
He had sent out the order, and even half a world away, Sephiroth had listened. He had come, flying in on one of the supply flights, and then with a few Turks who had been coming in from a mission, and now he was here, standing in front of Hojo, glaring, dressed in a strange mix of SOLDIER uniform and clothing he must have picked up from other fighters. Hojo couldn’t imagine where the boy had gotten leather pants. Though at fifteen, Sephiroth was still growing, and he was sure to outgrow this minor rebellion. Hojo put it out of his mind.
“Follow me,” he said, gesturing abruptly. There was a mulish expression on the boy’s face, but he still continued to follow.
So very much like his incubator used to be, before she decided she needed to go. Weak. Sephiroth took so much after his true mother that Hojo felt relief.
Sephiroth was strong. More than any mere human could be, and that pleased Hojo. The boy was so much better than that weak Cetra that Gast had died for, and that half-breed daughter of hers. Already, he had seen Sephiroth do more than Ifalna had ever shown herself capable of.
And he fought so much less.
Purring mentally, he walked to one of the exam rooms, wanting to see what a year outside of the lab had done to Sephiroth. At least physically.
He had trained him well.
Oh, Sephiroth was torn. He hated this. Hated being back in the lab, being here where everyone was -looking- at him. He had finally gotten the fighters in Wutai to stop eyeing him as if he was some sort of freak, but now he was here, and here, he would never be anything besides a specimen.
Sadly, no matter how much he wanted to, he could not ignore the call to come. Hojo had trained him far too well for too many years to listen when he said something, and Sephiroth wondered if he would ever be able to fully break that sort of training. It...relieved something inside to listen to what the scientist said to do. Which was a feeling he was fighting more and more, especially after meeting those two in Wutai. Angeal and Genesis had their own issues with one of the other doctors, but both had been surprised by his almost instant acceptance of the call back to Midgar.
Now he was here, and he wanted to be anywhere but here. Even the war was better.
Still, he listened when Hojo told him to follow, and he moved behind the man, moving on cat’s feet, looking around the lab. Hated this place, but it was home, in a strange, twisted way. He knew that, inside, this would always be the place he would relax the most, where he would always know what to expect.
And it was exactly as he expected. Sephiroth waited patiently through the standard exam. He was poked and prodded, and gone over in detail, losing his clothing a bit of time as Hojo made sure that any injuries that had been reported had healed fully and without issue. Sephiroth knew they had, he didn’t even have a scar from any of them. But, finally, Sephiroth relaxed as Hojo stepped back. The man, who was still taller than Sephiroth, though he was sure that wasn’t going to last much longer, nodded, a small smile on his face. “Perfect results. As always.”
That got a warm feeling in Sephiroth’s chest. He didn’t get praise often, most of what he did get was from other scientists, and as odd as he thought Hojo was, there was something in him that always felt better when the man was the one giving the praise.
The feeling faded when Hojo set a plastic container in front of him. “We need another sample from you.”
Looking blankly at the container, Sephiroth hesitated, frowning. The last time he had seen something like that.... “You can’t have gone through what I left last time.” At least he hoped not. It was a vaguely creepy feeling if Hojo had.
That got a frown from Hojo. “Not that it matters if we had or not, but we haven’t. It’s simply a matter of course. You should expect it during all future exams.” He stared at Sephiroth, who stared back. Finally, the teen took the cup.
“I don’t like this.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’ll do it.”
And that was the truth. Hojo had hit it right on the head there. No matter how much Sephiroth hated it, he would still listen to what he was told to do. There would be small rebellions, but he would do as he was told.
“Do you need visual aid again?”
The tone was cool, and Sephiroth frowned. “No.” In fact, this was going to be one of his small rebellions. He curled his fingers around himself and shut his eyes, focusing on one of the new people he had met. Genesis was an ass, and Sephiroth wasn’t sure if he liked him. But he did come with one very attractive feature. Angeal. Something about the older teen made Sephiroth want to snuggle in against him and just smell him. Maybe lick his skin. He didn’t know, but he imagined Angeal telling him what to do, and it didn’t twist his stomach nearly as much as the idea of Hojo doing the same. The idea sent shivers down Sephiroth’s spine, and his hand started to move faster. In his mind, he heard Angeal’s voice, low and with a bit of a growl, that same growl he used when he and Genesis were a bit more serious about their arguing.
He didn’t know how long he was there, imagining that, but, as he was hearing Angeal’s voice in his head, there was a sudden sharp, “Now, Sephiroth.” and he couldn’t help but shudder, feeling that feeling of heat race through him. This was the only part of donating genetic samples that he liked, this feeling here. But the fact it was -Hojo’s- voice that had triggered him off made him made something in his stomach curl.
Sephiroth just wished he knew if it was in a bad way or a good way.
Taking a few deep breaths, refusing to pant in front of Hojo, not wanting to show that much weakness in front of the man, Sephiroth carefully set the cup on the table beside the exam bed. Then he looked at Hojo, and paused. There was a look in Hojo’s eyes, one that was familiar in a way, that hungry look that Hojo always wore during tests and experiments. But there was something else there this time, and Sephiroth wasn’t sure what it was.
“Dress. There will be a final check up tomorrow, then you may return to the front.”
That was one order Sephiroth didn’t feel any urge to disobey.
Hojo smiled. He didn’t know what the boy had been thinking about, but he was still listening, obeying when Hojo gave his orders.
It was a gratifying sensation. Hojo was reminded of Lucrecia, and he smiled faintly. Would have to go find one of the women he used from time to time.
Having someone so well trained always made him pleased.
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Ooh, yeah. Hojo and morals have very thin lines of even realizing the other exists.