WARNING: This story is yaoi and involves non-consensual sex between Hojo and Vincent. If you read past this and get offended, don't say I didn't warn you. Secret Experiment by Angelique //Procedure complete,// Simon Hojo scribbled in his notebook. //Subject's vital signs are stable. Replacement cybernetic arm appears to be functioning properly. Subject remains unconscious and likely will well into the night.// He placed the notebook on a high shelf and looked at Vincent one last time. Vincent Valentine, most feared assassin of the Turks, known throughout much of the Planet for his prowess with a gun and known only in Shinra for his expertise on poison. Notorious for using his good looks and charm to bed every attractive woman who happened to cross his path. Lucrecia said that Vincent had changed after becoming involved with her, but Hojo found this hard to believe. Men like that were never faithful. //What did she ever see in you?// Hojo wondered, staring down at Vincent's motionless form. Almost tenderly, he brushed the younger man's longish jet-black bangs away from his pale forehead. Lucrecia talked about this man even now. Hojo suspected sometimes that Lucrecia still had feelings for Vincent, seeing how her face took on a certain glow whenever she said //that name.// She had married Hojo. She had just given birth to Hojo's son a few days ago. But Hojo couldn't help believing that his wife's heart belonged to someone else: the man who lay before him on the operating table. Granted, Vincent didn't have a killer's face -- or a killer's form. He was delicate and beautiful, like an ivory carving. Fine cheekbones. Long, dark lashes. Unblemished creamy skin and a slender, lissome body which was worth admiring. Was this why Lucrecia wanted him? Mere physical attraction? Surely, it wasn't his intellect or his upstanding moral character. Experimentally, Hojo kissed Vincent's petal-soft lips. Vincent gave no response. "You're helpless now, aren't you?" Hojo held Vincent's right hand, the one that was still flesh and blood. "You can't even move, can you, or remember what I do to you." He sucked on Vincent's index finger, wondering what pleasures Lucrecia had indulged in with her former lover, what it was that bound her to him even now. Hojo had already removed Vincent's shirt and jacket to perform the operation. Now, he undid Vincent's pants and slipped his hand inside them.... There was a knock at the door. "Simon? Honey? Are you in there?" It was Lucrecia. "I'm... I'm in the middle of a very delicate experiment," Hojo responded a little too abruptly. "Please don't come in; I'll be out in a moment." He fastened Vincent's pants and dressed him quickly before leaving to see Lucrecia. "This isn't the end," he whispered to Vincent. Then he left the laboratory, locking the door behind him. "Honey," Lucrecia asked, "was Vincent here earlier? I thought I heard his voice." Hojo replied, "Yes, he was. But he left awhile ago. He wanted me to tell you hello." That night, Hojo quietly stepped out of bed, trying not to wake Lucrecia, and got dressed. He went back to the laboratory, unlocked the door and opened it. He found Vincent kneeling on the floor. Staring blankly at his cybernetic arm. "I see you're awake," Hojo said coolly. Vincent looked up at him slowly. His eyes, once a rich, dark brown, were now as red as dragon's blood. "Why?" he asked. "Why did you do this to me?" Hojo bent down and cupped Vincent's chin in his hand. "Because I can," he replied, "and for the good of science." Vincent stood up, as did Hojo, but just a bit too quickly. He fell into Hojo's arms, clearly still a bit groggy from the anesthesia. "Still a little weak, aren't you? Perhaps you need to rest." Hojo guided Vincent back to the operating table, or at least he tried to. It seemed that Vincent didn't want to lie down, and normally, this would present a problem. But given Vincent's weakened state, Hojo easily pushed him onto the table and, before he could squirm away, bound Vincent's wrists to the table with the thick leather straps on either side of it. Vincent Valentine, nicknamed "The Cobra" by the other Turks for being so quick, deadly and efficient.... He wasn't so dangerous now, was he? Perhaps it was also his reputation that made him intriguing to Lucrecia. Many women seemed to have a weakness for, as they were called in the vernacular, "bad boys." "Hojo," Vincent demanded, straining against his bonds, "what the fuck is wrong with you?!" "Did you know," Hojo said coolly, adjusting his glasses, "that she still talks about you? Sometimes, I even think she's still in love with you." "She married //you//, you four-eyed bastard," Vincent snarled, "not me. She even had your kid and donated him to you and Gast's stupid experiment! Doesn't that //prove// she loves you?" "It isn't enough. Not for me." Hojo undid Vincent's suit jacket, ripped open his shirt, discarded his pants.... Soon Vincent lay naked before him, and Hojo was faced again with the sight of Vincent's smooth, inviting flesh. In particular, his eyes were drawn to Vincent's genitals, which hung heavy between his thighs. "This must be what she sees in you," Hojo remarked, placing his index finger on Vincent's breastbone and dragging it downward as he spoke. He wrapped his fingers around Vincent's penis, squeezing it slightly. "You //do// have much to offer in that respect -- rather long, fairly thick. I'd wager she enjoyed feeling this inside her," stroking Vincent now. "Stop it," Vincent hissed, then arched his back and bit his lip. Yes, even he was just a man. He couldn't control his body's response to such an intimate caress. Hojo smiled. "Alright." He bent down and kissed the inside of Vincent's upturned left wrist. The metal fingers twitched. "Oh, yes," Hojo said, "it's very sensitive to touch. Yet another demonstration of my genius." Vincent closed his eyes in surrender. "What are you trying to do?" "I merely wish to understand why Lucrecia is so fond of you. If I can experience your body as she did, you will no longer be my rival." Hojo kissed Vincent's neck, moving his lips down the younger man's throat, hot and hungry, until Vincent finally moaned. "Have you ever been with a man before?" Vincent admitted, "...Once." "As was I, in the wilder days of my youth. I'm sure I can make you enjoy this." Hojo licked Vincent's right nipple and took it ever-so-lightly in his teeth, still teasing it with the tip of his tongue as he did. Vincent quickly turned his head to one side, gasping and wide-eyed, and Hojo felt Vincent's heartbeat quicken. //Quite responsive,// Hojo thought. //He must have been a pleasure....// He did the same to Vincent's left nipple as Vincent's sweet body became covered with the slightest sheen of sweat. Yes, he //was// a thing of beauty. Hojo understood now why Lucrecia would want such a man. "You //do// like this, don't you?" Hojo remarked, running his fingers lazily over Vincent's erection. He cupped Vincent's balls in his hand and stroked the sac with his thumb. Vincent drew his knees up slightly and shivered. "You can't help it; your body betrays you." Hojo bent down, licked the underside of the shaft and blew on it softly. Vincent groaned, closed his eyes and arched his back again, pulling the leather straps to their limit. "Hojo..." Vincent gasped, "damn you...." Hojo asked with a grin, "So you want me to stop?" knowing the answer. Judging from Vincent's response to his touch, he must have been nearly in pain by now. Vincent looked horrified. "No! Don't stop, not now...." "As you wish." Hojo took the length of Vincent's shaft into his mouth, pausing momentarily to get used to it (//I haven't done this in some time...//), then massaged it with his tongue, quickly, slowly, pulling back and then resuming as sweet, strangled moans of tortured ecstasy escaped Vincent's parted lips. Then Vincent's hips began to thrust in passion's rhythm, very nearly sending his come down Hojo's throat. But Hojo stepped back before then to watch in fascination as Vincent came, body possessed by a will not his own and then, gradually, becoming obedient once more. Vincent was a lovely sight: naked save for his open shirt and blazer, strapped to the table, his own semen splattered over his bare stomach and dripping between his thighs. Hojo dipped his finger into a tiny, white puddle on Vincent's stomach and, as Vincent watched, put it in his mouth, sucking it clean. "Did you get what you wanted?" Vincent asked dully, looking away. "Oh, yes, definitely," Hojo replied blithely. "And now, I have no further need of you." He retrieved a syringe from the silver tray of instruments on the nearby table and fitted it with a sterile needle. "It's time for you to say 'good night', Mr. Valentine, for a very long time." Hojo crept back into the bedroom, trying not to disturb Lucrecia. He didn't succeed this time. "Mm... Simon?" Lucrecia sat up sleepily. "Simon, what are you doing?" "I heard something downstairs," Hojo lied easily. "Don't worry, my love. The problem is solved." Or at least it was stuck in a coffin in the mansion's basement. The End.