Disclaimer I: The following is a work of smut. Male/male smut. Vaguely non-con male/male smut. Beware. Disclaimer II: I don't own the characters. I'm just abusing them for a while. Square really owns them, but it's their fault for making such yummy characters. Disclaimer III: Credit for Hojo's first name is worshipfully given to D, and credit for inspiring this devious work is given to Jen, for this picture: http://members.aol.com/SpicyUshi/ff7Hojo.gif. The Importance of Dental Hygiene by Whitney Reynolds dedicated to the Honeys Hojo closed the door to the infirmary room behind him with a wearied sigh. He slipped off his shoes and loosened his tie so that it hung limply around his collar, rolling his neck to produce a series of satisfying cracks. He shuffled to the small side bathroom, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. He stared at his reflection in the mirror over the sink with a smirk. ~Forty-eight hours without sleep and you're already ragged,~ he scolded himself internally. ~You must be getting soft, Simon.~ A long pent-up yawn escaped his throat and he unbuckled his belt. ~Shower. Teeth. Sleep.~ Hojo ran his tongue over his teeth and winced. ~Scratch that. Teeth, then shower, then sleep.~ He opened the medicine cabinet and took out a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste. ~Did I drink a specimen or something?~ Hojo finished brushing his teeth and started to reach for the floss. The infirmary door slammed open. Another face appeared behind Hojo's reflection in the mirror. Hojo turned around, smiling politely. "Hello, Vincent." Instead of the usual greeting, Vincent responded with a punch, sending the doctor's glasses flying. Hojo knelt down slowly to retrieve his now slightly bent glasses. "Nice to see you, too." "Don't give me that sarcastic shit, /Simon,/" Vincent spat his name like a curse, shoving him into the wall. Hojo's lip curled slightly as he caught the thick stench of alcohol on Vincent's breath. "I see you've been engaging in the traditional Turk pastime of heavy drinking." The Turk slammed Hojo roughly into the wall. "One more smart-ass comment and I'll tear you in two." Vincent threw Hojo in a nearby chair and began to pace the length of the small room. "So, where is she?" he hissed. "What do you mean?" Vincent snarled and spun into a kick, connecting sharply with Hojo's jaw. "Don't play dumb with me, /doctor/. You know who I'm talking about." "I take it you mean Lucrecia," Hojo said, wiping blood from his mouth. Vincent kicked again, this time cracking against the other side of Hojo's jaw. "Don't say her name," he hissed. "You don't deserve to say her name." "Very well," Hojo said, pausing to allow his suddenly blurred vision to clear. "/She/ went home to visit her mother." Vincent laughed bitterly and began to pace again. "Oh, I'm sure mommy will just be thrilled to here that her daughter dumped that Shinra hired goon and found herself a nice doctor." Vincent paused in front of the infirmary's bed, running a hand over the crisp sheets. "So, is this where you fuck her?" "What?" Vincent growled, digging his fingers into the mattress. "Is this where you fuck my Lucrecia?" ~Perhaps now would not be the best time to tell him that our relationship has not yet progressed to the physical,~ Hojo thought, rubbing his battered jaw. ~Now would be the best time not to say anything at all.~ Vincent stalked from the bed to the bathroom, pausing briefly to punch Hojo in the stomach. "Don't move," he said before continuing into the bathroom. He quickly scanned the small room and smiled as his gaze fell on the dental floss in the half-opened medicine cabinet. He grabbed it, wrapping a small strand around his finger and tugging. "It will have to do." Vincent stepped out of the bathroom, grinning darkly. He dropped to his knees by the chair and tied the loose end of the floss to one of the arms. He grabbed Hojo's slim wrists in one hand, squeezing hard enough for the bones to grind against each other and began to wrap the floss around both Hojo and the chair, binding him tightly. ~To resist or not to resist?~ Hojo thought as Vincent bound his arms above his head. ~Floss is rather strong, but I can get out.... But, of course, Vincent is a well-trained killing machine who has already proven that he can and will hurt me, whereas I am a scrawny scientist who hasn't eaten or slept in two days.~ Vincent finished wrapping his hands, leaving the container dangling. ~I believe the answer is not to resist.~ Vincent leaned back, smiling at his work. "So, I wonder what she sees in you, huh?" He dug his fingers into Hojo's hair, scratching his nails into scalp and pulling hard. "Maybe it's that sparkling intellect of yours, huh? She couldn't take a stupid Turk like me, she had to have the scientist, the genius... Is that is, huh?" Flaring crimson eyes raked down his body. Vincent freed his hand from Hojo's hair and flicked the doctor's open belt buckle with his fingers. "Or maybe it's something a little less high-minded. You a good fuck, is that it? You got something down there that I don't, huh?" With a sneer on his face, he unbuttoned and unzipped Hojo's pants. Hojo's eyes widened in surprise. ~Oh my. I was not expecting this. Physical assault, yes, but sexual? So, do they teach the Turks this, too?~ He gasped and tensed as he felt Vincent's hand wrap around his cock, drawing it out into the open. "So, is this it? Doesn't look like much..." Vincent began to stroke him roughly. "But maybe..." Hojo closed his eyes as he felt himself begin to harden at the sensation. ~Purely a physical reaction, Simon. The mind may object, but the flesh is always willing.~ He jerked against his bonds as the rough hand was replaced by a warm mouth. ~Just remember, this could be a lot worse.~ The pleasant wet warmth continued for only a few moments before it was replaced by blunt fingernails digging into soft, sensitive skin. Hojo yelped in pain, his eyes fluttering open to see Vincent snarling in front of him. "Keep your eyes open, you fucker," he hissed, scarlet eyes burning with rage and hate. "I want you to have to think of me, to have to see my face the next time she does this to you." Vincent swallowed Hojo's length again, sucking hard enough to hurt while still barely being pleasurable. ~Thank you, Vincent.~ Hojo struggled against the floss reflexively, succeeding only in tightening the strand across his throat. He choked and tried to relax. ~Lucrecia has not yet done this to me, but when that day comes, I will have no choice but to think of you.~ He watched the head of black hair bobbing in his lap with scientific interest. ~Physical, sexual, and psychological torture. They do train you Turks well, don't they?~ He chuckled as he caught himself again straining against the bonds without thinking. ~Despite your cold exterior and projections of a pure aura of science, you still have the very human instinct to avoid rape if at all possible.~ A shock of pleasure coursed through him. ~But, it could be a lot worse.~ Hojo sneered at his traitorous flesh as another tremor caused his body to arch. ~There are two ways this can end. Either he will bring me right to the brink of orgasm and then stop, leaving me bound, frustrated, and humiliated... or he will actually see that I do get pleasure out of this, assuring that I am haunted by this experience whenever I'm with Lucrecia.~ He barely managed to catch back a groan as Vincent's tongue began to flick rapidly at the underside of his cock. ~Of course, he could always end up killing me.~ Vincent had changed the style of his assault from rough and harsh to one that deliberately sought to bring the most pleasure. He swirled his tongue in rapid circles around the doctor's width while continuing to suck, lips locked tightly around his shaft as he slowly moved up and down. Hojo's willpower began to crumble. A soft moan escaped his lips as his hips struggled to thrust. He felt Vincent smile against him and whimpered as the Turk heightened his efforts, digging his fingers into Hojo's thighs. ~Damn body...~ The last of Hojo's resolve fell away and his body stiffened as he emptied himself into Vincent's mouth, awash in waves of bitter delight. Vincent drew away as he began to relax, still breathing heavily. The Turk rose to his feet, eyes narrowed, and grabbed Hojo's ponytail. He pulled his hair back sharply and kissed the professor violently, forcing his own semen into his mouth. Hojo had no choice but to swallow or choke, and chose the former with a slight wince. Vincent pulled away with a sneer, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He pulled his gun out of his side holster and pointed it at Hojo. The hand holding the weapon was trembling and the formerly hate-filled eyes were now shining with tears. Hojo stared solidly into those eyes. ~You didn't break me, and you can't kill me.~ They stared at each other, the gun shaking more and more as the seconds passed. Vincent broke eye contact first and holstered his gun. "Fuck you, Hojo," he whispered in a quavering voice, then stalked out of the room. Hojo sighed and began to wiggle free of the floss. Feedback welcome! Zaphod27@aol.com