Vincent could feel it. He could feel the drug violating his body. He could feel it rush through him burning his veins and his body going numb. Hojo was absolutely right. What ever it was that lunatic had put into him it was working, and fast. Oh that laugh that horrible laugh. What Could that man be laughing about now as Vincent helplessly began stumbling barely able to keep his footing. "It's something I've recently perfected. A drug that leaves your motor skills at the level of a highly intoxicated man, but still your mind and senses are focused, just incase you decide that you want to try to fight back." Hojo smirked taking hold of his chin, his lips near the young Turks ear as he bit back another soft chuckle "annnd I may have spiked it with a very powerful, highly concentrated aphrodisiac just for you."
Vincent stepped back again, stumbling once more only this time Hojo wasn't there to keep him from oh so elegantly landing on his behind. His bright eyes flashed with hatred for the man before him "y-youur insane!" Vincent nearly gasped at the slight slur in his voice. Damnit all this lunatic wasn't lying.
Hojo did nothing more then chuckle as he took a step back, admiring his own work of putting Vincent right where he wanted him no doubt. With shaky arms Vincent managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees only to feel himself loose his balance and fall to one side wincing in pain. "I won't let you do this..." He heard another chuckle as he was grabbed by the shirt and slid across the floor to a point where he was propped up into something of a sitting position. He felt his back resting painfully against a leg of a table or something of the sort, he couldent tell. Not because of the drug, Hojo had been sure of making one that kept his mind perfectly clear as he stated and it was doing its job perfectly. The matter at hand was the fear of being completely incapable of defending himself from what ever the other wanted to do with him, that he was attempting to cover.
He jumped nearly out of his skin when he felt something being placed firmly in his hand. Shifting his eyes he looked blinking. Once, then twice to make sure his vision was indeed still in check. His gun? For one reason Hojo had just armed him. "Then by all means Vincent…" he laughed stepping back holding his arms out to his side, completely exposing himself to a bullet. "Stop me if you can"
Vincent was eager to oblige that offer, but as he tried to lift the gun he remembered why that was going to be a problem. Damnit all he couldent hold it straight enough to hit a building. Even if he could, the drug seemed to leave him weak as well. It was all he could do to hold the gun up, let alone aim and shoot. "Go on Vincent…" Hojo cackled. He was just rubbing salt in the wound, patting his own chest "Free shot, right here. Its your last chance."
"..Bastard..." His finger was lingering on the trigger, and he was right there! But he just couldn't find the strength to pull the damn thing. "Thats what i thought." Hojo smirked kneeling down in front of him. Something about him as he moved made him seem somewhat like a large cat. One that was past its hunting prime but still a vicious and dangerous creature. The drug was making Vincent's sight fade in and out at times, and for a brief moment as the man before him leaned closer his eyes seemed to glow in the glint of his glasses. He couldent fight back, even if he could push the man away from him he'd only be back even angrier before Vincent could even get to his feet. There was only one thing possibly left. "He-HELP!" It wasn't very dignifying but right now Vincent didn't care about that.
"Oh hush now Vincent I wont harm you." Hojo growled softly, and for a moment he really did look like a hungry predator before he went on attacking Vincent's neck eagerly lapping and mouthing at the skin of his throat as he rummaged through his pocket pulling out a scalpel. Ah yes the neck, so important yet so very deliciously exposed. Oh and the way he helplessly struggled bellow him only enticed the scientist further. On the other hand all that writhing was just going to make things dangerous for them both. "Hold still...I wouldent want to knick you" he whispered softly, leaning back, instead of going through the effort of worrying with undoing the buttons of the others suit, merely using the blade to pop them off "I'd hate to have to deal with something I haven't prepared for Valentine" he chuckled coldly, something about the tone in his voice clearly stating he had planned this all from the very beginning.
"Wh-when I report you you'll regret this!" Vincent stammered out. He was showing fear, something a good Turk knew never to do but he couldent help the panic. Hojos answer to the possibility of him being fired or worse over this sent a chill down Vincent's spine though. "Do you honestly think that anyone will believe, that a mercenary trained in near every form of combat and armed with a gun, was subdued by a man whose most lethal weapon is a needle and has spent the last 10 years of his life at computer desk or bent over an operating table?" He hissed venomously into his ear, his fingers brushing his shirt away running across his bare skin "Not that you'll be reporting it anyhow, in fact…" Hojo paused briefly brushing his lips across his collarbone sending a shiver through Vincent's body "You'll come back to me for it again."
No, he'd never enjoy this! He'd never come back! He would hunt down Rufus for ever allowing a lunatic like this to work for him and then so carelessly sending him down here to the lions den like some sort of sacrificial lamb! With that very thought in mind Vincent finally managed to muster the strength to rip himself away from the scientist's touch, not even wasting the energy of hiding the fear that was alive in his bright crimson eyes. "Good, I was hoping for something of a fight even with the drug." Hojo smirked shifting his glasses as he shrugged his lab coat off his shoulders letting it fall from himself. "It would of been a pity for this to be done so easily."
Vincent kept shuffling away from Hojo, unable to lift himself off the floor. As degrading as it was, dragging himself across the floor like some wounded animal, pride was also something not on the Turks mind at that very moment.
Hojo just gave another simple shrug, deciding it rather amusing at the moment to let Vincent fool himself into thinking their was a way out of giving him what he wanted. As he began dealing with his own shirt in a much more careful way then he had Vincents, he failed to take notice to the scalpel that had been left on the ground, something Vincent looked at and saw as his one possible method of saving himself. "And I know you wont report this because while your mouth may be saying 'no no no'..." He smirked turning looking at him over his shoulder as he rolled his shirt off of his shoulders "Your body is begging me yes..."
Just as he was turning around Vincent grabbed the blade clutching it keeping it concealed behind his back. He only had one shot with this and he had to focus as best he could to not screw it up. "Your wrong" Vincent hissed back slowly as the now shirtless man before him came back, fingers stroking across Vincent's cheek, oblivious to the weapon he now held. Slowly his eyes dropped from Vincent's face and another sick smirk plastered itself across his lips. "Seems that aphrodisiac is starting to kick in." Hojo stated as if it were no more then an observation and yet his eyes flickered with excitement. "That'll get to aching pretty fast, considering how concentrated it was."
Vincent's fist trembled with contained rage as his fingers wrapped tightly around the scalpel and his nails dug deep into his palm. Stay calm, he urged himself. Just stay calm and focus. Its funny really- how hard it is to focus when a crazed man intent on raping you is right on you apparently finding your neck the most delicious thing that hes ever tasted, and decides he wants to trace out every little line of muscle on your chest with each finger tip he can reach it with. On the other hand with him distracted and his hands getting uncomfortably closer to his drug induced, forming erection… (because there was no way in HELL he'd get it up for this guy otherwise) Biting his lip to hold back a small gasp as a hand drifted down beginning to undo his belt, he rose his hand behind Hojos back slowly, as not to draw attention to the scalpel.
"Such a nuisance" Hojo laughed undoing the belt and zipper of Vincent's pants. He figured the Turk incapable of fighting back at this point so passed the raising arm off as nothing but a futile attempt, unaware of the blade aimed for the back of his neck. Paying no attention to the threat behind him his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of revealing skin as he did away with what clothes was left upon Vincent and himself, teeth suddenly latching onto the skin of the young Turk's shoulder.
Suddenly a few soft moans escaped Vincent's lips as a wave of unwanted pleasure continued came over him. He prayed to what ever deity may be listening to him that Hojo didn't hear that but it was all in vain. Hojo glanced up his dark eyes meeting those churning red eyes, with a small knowing smirk on his face as he shifted up against him so their chests touch and his fingers trailed down Vincent's spine. "Just give into me Vincent..." Hojo panted heavily catching his breath from not breathing the last minute or so, to busy attacking his prey's skin, his hand rubbing the inside of Vincent's bare leg "Give into me, and It'll be so much better for you"
Oh god. That feel of skin against skin, that sheer and utter anonymous lust that began running through him. That blind need for contact, that raw primal instinctual desire, was clouding his resistance and fear.He didn't care it was with someone he hated right now, he just needed that passion to be satisfied. Before Vincent could realize just what he was doing the blade had came to a clatter on the floor and the hand that initials mission was to rid himself of the man on top of him was needily clinging to Hojos shoulder. Feeling the others hot tongue run up along his neck and slowly under his ear he let his head fall back, a blush formed on his cheeks as he physically begged for more of the pleasurable sensation right now not caring about the voice in the back of his head telling him just how wrong this was- He just needed the contact anything to ease that ache that had come over him.
Hojo opened his eyes halfway, looking to him over the rim of his glasses chuckling. "I wasn't planning on going this far with you just yet but...how can I say no to that face. You just have to promise me one thing- promise me you'll come back to me when were done."
Promise, what was he promising for anyway? As a thumb slowly rubbed circles across the head of his cock his mind hazed, over taken by the sensation of the amazing and agonizing touch. Anything ANYTHING just to for more contact and pleasure. He hardly could even exactly remember what it was that he was agreeing to when a choked 'yes' passed his lips.
Seeing Vincent so needing and desperate was a dream to the man. He shifted his Turk fully to the floor on his side, one hand gently grasping his chin, the other shifting around fingering his entrance, earning a sharp gasp from Vincent that was quickly muffled as Hojo pressed his mouth firmly against his blocking out all noise but a low moan as his tongue entered Vincent's gaping mouth exploring every warm crevice to be found. It was funny, how equal and opposite that the two were, both had very similar thoughts crossing their minds. While Vincent winced a bit at the slightly bitter taste of the scientist kiss, said scientist couldent think of anything other then how sweet Vincent's was.
Once both were nearly passing out from lack of air, and Vincent was writhing against the finger slowly beginning to penetrate him, Hojo tore his mouth away panting heavily, Vincent instantly letting out soft whimpers and shameless whines. His entire body was aching with need and anything to relive that pain and need was a good thing, something Hojo was willing to provide. Still those moans and whimpers mixed with that bright blush upon his Turks face he just had to ask the question. "Am I your first?" he laughed darkly.
"..Y..yes..." he whispered so quietly, it was nearly inaudible. Hojo paused a moment. He was honestly just kidding when he said that. Someone like Vincent could easily get with anyone if he wanted to. Then again Vincent never really was a 'people person'. In fact now that he thought about it Hojo couldent really recall the Turk saying more then a few things other then the standard 'hi im here to make sure you don't die' crap the Turks all had stuffed down their throats since day one of training. Still, that practically made devil horns seem visible on Hojos head as he grinned. Despite the slight shock it was clear he was getting great deal of pleasure out of knowing that fact. "Perfect" He chuckled pressing a second finger inside him, claiming what he was determined to make his, and his alone.
Vincent was completely at a loss, helplessly making noises that seemed hardly human and he knew never came from him before, spreading his legs further for the man . This was sick, so very sick and wrong but it felt so damn good. Not realizing what he was doing he found himself with his back slightly arched as he soaked in the pleasurable sensations given by Hojo. He never thought this possible-- He was at the others mercy and let Hojo do whatever he wanted with him (which at the moment consisted of watching his face as he panted and moaned, and scissoring his entrance in an agonizingly slow manner), and was enjoying it, in fact he wanted more.
"P-please…Hojo.." Oh hearing him beg like that was another surprise for the other. One so pleasing he nearly released the contents of his own erection right then and there. 'No, not yet.' He urged himself quickly. Not until he took Vincent and truly made him his. Thankfully Vincent was eager and he seemed stretched enough he wouldent bleed, it might hurt a bit but Hojo was something of a sadist after all. Pulling his fingers out he pressed his own throbbing length to Vincent's entrance all but taking him before he stopped thinking up yet another perversion he wanted. He wanted to hear him say it. "Do you want me Vincent?"
"Yes-" Vincent choked out shamelessly "I want you to fuck me!" Despite his need and his blind want for all this, Vincent couldent help but hear that as 'I want you to rape me'. Still in Hojos ears it was a huge turn on, enough for him to nearly thrust deep inside his Turk, still something stopped him as if he had become hesitant.
"Just promise you'll come back to me, and you wont tell a soul." Hojo murmured softly into the skin of Vincent's neck. He glanced back to the older man blinking slightly, even if it was brief, even if it was possibly only in his mind Hojo seemed to for that very short second show- fear. What of he didn't know. Fear of being discovered perhaps but he'd already snuffed out that fear with what he had told Vincent earlier. No what seemed to make more sense was fear of abandonment. Anyone Vincent had talked to only had nothing but cruel words for the scientist who now held him captive, and he honestly had never seen anyone have conversation with the man outside of work. Not that he was feeling pity for a rapist but…maybe the man behind that rapist was someone who deserved pity. As Vincent was lost in his thought he barely heard himself replying in a near whisper, "I promise"
He smiled softly, even if it was the heat of the moment, even if it was the drug talking it was enough for him. With no warning he thrusted into him, fingers clawing into his Turk's sides as he pulled Vincent's hips to nearly meet his already on the initial movement, earning him a cry of mixed pleasure and pain from the younger man laid out before him.
Shifting their weight so Vincent's back was on the floor he continued the rough pace. He gave them no time to adjust knowing they both were nearly spent by the time he entered the others body to begin with, and Vincent was more then ready to accept the brutal blows. Each motion brought another wave of ecstasy he'd never known existed before. When Hojo's hand came around his cock coated in pre-cum matching his rhythm, but off beat with it so that there was some form of pressure on his body the whole time,and quickly that ecstasy became something there were no words for. When teeth met with skin once more, and Vincent found his hips rolling up into each of the mans pounding thrusts his mind turned to mush.
Hojo's breath came in deep heavy pants, nothing at all that high pitch wheeze he made when he laughed or that sharp hiss when he was sneering. This was a low groan of an utter animalistic craving being fulfilled. "Your mine.." he hissed quietly in his Turks ear just as he struck a bundle of nerves that made Vincent's vision flash, and his back arch clear off the ground as he reached his climax letting out a shrill shirk.
Vincent's release would have been enough to push Hojo over his own edge. That sheer show of beauty though, The way his mussels pulled him to arch below him, that beautiful cry, it practically brought him to tears the ache it made him feel for the man who lay before him as he released his own seed deep within him. As he began slowing his rough pace, still riding out his own climax he looked up seeing Vincent's eyes slowly drifting shut and he had to fight the urge not to pass out right there on the floor beside him. The moment couldent be any more perfect.
That was, until the sound of the door opening could be heard. Shit, who the hell would be here this time of night!? Who ever it was would be in serious danger of facing Hojo's rage for ruining his perfect moment.
"Come on Hojo unlike you some of us have a life."
Damnit all it was that fool Gast of all people. If there was one thing he knew about his technical superior (though he never actually acknowledged him as a superior but rather as an obstacle) it was this- the guy had a mouth bigger then his forehead (Hojo was perfectly aware of the cracks about it people made behind his back, but was never really self concious about the matter simply because there was really nothing to be done to change it). If he found out about them, all of ShinRa and half of the rest of the world would know in a matter of days. Damnit all of all the nights for him to come poking around.
"I'm just….finishing up in here!" He had better know better then to come back in his work area, otherwise he might just have to shoot the man just to keep him quiet. "Rufus is sick of having to pay you over time I-" "I SAID IM ON THE WAY OUT JUST GO ON!" he snapped the clear tone of being pissed off was enough to make the more sane of the scientists sigh in defeat and the door could be heard closing again.
That had been far to close for Hojo's comfort. Glancing down he looked to the now completely unconscious Vincent a smirked a bit to himself. The man truly was beautiful, from his Shining raven hair to his lithe muscular frame, to those eyes that stopped him dead the first moment he'd seen the Turk and instantly knew he was a Valentine. The sigh of the younger man sprawled across the floor, splattered in his own cum which was dripping from his stomach to the floor below him, his neck coated in small bruises and cuts from being bitten on- it was something even the mad genius could think of no words for. And knowing that as of now he was the only to see that display of beauty only made it sweeter.
Slowly Hojo pulled away from Vincent with a heavy sigh. No sense in leaving his lab a mess was there? After redressing himself and Vincent he went about cleaning the mess that they had made of the lab room floor. As he went about his job though a smirk of 'I know something you don't' came across his lips. And indeed there was something he knew that Vincent didn't. Not that he was planning on informing his little Turk of it any time soon. After all, why should he tell Vincent that he had lied about there ever being an aphrodisiac?