Some days it seemed to Hojo as though he and the Shinra brat had been locked in an endless struggle. There was always something hanging between them, drawing tension where there shouldn't be any. Be it an argument over the budget, or Rufus's discovery of a pet project of Hojo's that he didn't much care for, the tension was there.
He supposed the current situation wasn't anything he shouldn't have been able to predict in his nearly incalculable measurements. It was merely something that was, and no amount of science could change that. What surprised Hojo was the fact that he seemed to have won this particular round. This was something he had never in his wildest imaginings thought that could happen, for young President Rufus Shinra was too proud and too particular to lower himself to anybody.
So when Rufus had to come to him to argue over his latest project and the requested budget, Hojo had let the tension between them build and build until it snapped as it was wont to, and soon enough he had the President pinned beneath him on his desk. Papers and pens scattered, and the man writhed, struggling to win back his position over the scientist. Rufus was trying not to kiss back to the thin lips pressed hard against his, but Hojo still felt the occasional swipe of the young man's hesitant tongue against his before Rufus caught himself and remembered to fight tooth and nail to get out of what he had all too carelessly wandered into.
But Hojo dominated the young man quickly and efficiently. Clothes were removed in a precise order, and skilled fingers that had seen too much practice and use found the opening and loosened Rufus far more easily than they had any right too. Soon the young man was panting and moaning beneath him, though he fought against his reactions, and came hard into Hojo's hand.
A few more thrusts, and Hojo was finished too. He pulled out of Rufus slowly, letting the young man feel where we had been moments before as he was left empty. Rolling off the condom was easy, and a couple tissues finished cleaning up the mess as he and the young man pulled up their trousers, not looking at each other. The tension between them seemed to have doubled, and that was fine with the Professor. He smirked a bit at Rufus as the young man glared at him, the meaning in those endlessly blue eyes perfectly clear.
Rufus may have lost this battle, but Hojo would lose the war.
-Owari-
---My first time attempting to write Hojo. I'm trying to expand the list of characters I can easily write, so if anybody has any Hojo-writing pointers, I'll gladly take them. Pardon the shortness--I go for quality over quantity (though I'm not too sure about this one). Don't be too alarmed by the pairing. I'm using it as a set-up for a fic that won't appear here, but on my acount of the same name. I also hope this isn't too graphic. I tried to be as vague as possible, and honestly, there are raunchier things on this site.