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Sephiroth looked up, cat-slit green eyes widening a little as he realized who had interrupted him. He was doing what most teenaged boys did, given the opportunity. He didn't bother to cover himself, and Hojo gestured at him to continue.

"Did you need something, sir?" Sephiroth's nonchalance pleased him; at least the boy hadn't picked up any peculiar shame from any of the techs. He wanted the boy to feel sex was perfectly natural and normal.

"Just making sure you were all settled."

Sephiroth nodded. "I like this room much better," he admitted. "It's nice to have a door."

Hojo nodded in return. "I thought you were getting old enough to appreciate having a little privacy."

He glanced down at his lap and nodded. "Some of the female techs are a little touchy when they walk in on me."

"Some people are - peculiar - about exposure to sex acts. It's best not to alarm them."

"Were people complaining?"

Hojo smirked. "No complaints, no." He was more concerned with techs coming on to the boy as he got older than he was with anyone getting offended because he was masturbating.

"But it's best to prevent than react, eh, Professor?"

"Indeed." It was amusing to hear his own words parroted back to him. "If you need anything, Sephiroth, I have the bedroom next door. The dining area and kitchen are communal between us, so make yourself at home."

"Thank you, sir." He was rewarded with one of the boy's rare smiles.

Hojo returned to his own room, closing Sephiroth's door behind him but leaving his own ajar. Sharing an apartment with his prize project felt like being a family. Up until that point, he'd shied away from anything that might foster an emotional closeness between them, but now he thought Sephiroth old enough to remain independent while living with him.

He stretched out on his bed and unbuckled his trousers. Sephiroth didn't have a bad idea, at that.


A few minutes later, Sephiroth emerged from his room (/His own room!/ the thought filled him with glee) and headed for the kitchen. He scrounged together a snack, then prowled around the small living space, looking at the queer things the Professor had displayed.

A soft noise from behind the half-open door froze Sephiroth until he reminded himself that Hojo had told him to make himself at home. That meant he could look at everything in the room. He was examining a piece of raw makorou as big as his fist when the noise came again. He put it down and padded over to the door, peering around the jamb.

The professor had his head thrown back and was panting hoarsely, occasionally making the soft whimper that had attracted his attention. Taking the half-open door as an invitation, and curious about the other man's penis, Sephiroth slipped into the room.

It was strange to see those familiar hands in a context that didn't involve needles or pain; it gave Sephiroth a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach and stiffened his cock in his pants. Watching, his breathing got faster, and his fingers strayed to the outside of his fabric-covered crotch. Slowly, his right hand slipped into his pants and he gripped himself, matching Hojo's strokes until the other man spilled stickiness across his bare stomach. Sephiroth groaned and came all over his hand.

"Sephiroth?" The Professor's voice was surprised, not disapproving, but Sephiroth blushed anyway.

"I - heard you, and wondered what you were doing," he admitted, "and the door was open, so I came in."

"It's all right, Sephiroth; I'm not angry." There was something akin to tenderness in the older man's voice.

"I've never seen anyone else's penis before."

"Go ahead and look. You can touch it, if you like." Hojo reached for a cloth and wiped himself off, and Sephiroth leaned in and examined it with a clinical detachment. It was longer than his own, but thinner, he noticed.


It had been long enough since anyone else had touched Hojo's penis that the boy's hesitant touch provoked an almost immediate response. After the first minute, Sephiroth became more confident, clearly mirroring his own physical examinations, which was both unnerving and strangely arousing. Surely the fact that he was letting his own son touch him and finding it sexually arousing branded him forever as some kind of pervert.

Sephiroth, meanwhile, was examining him with a scientific thoroughness. He looked it over, touching him from tip to root, tugging gently on his balls, bending over to sniff, running long fingers through his coarse dark curls. The ends of Sephiroth's silver hair brushed against Hojo's thighs as he bent over, in a feeling vaguely reminiscent of making love to Lucrecia. The boy touched the precome glistening at the tip and brought it to his mouth, then bent over and lapped at it directly.

"Is it all right to find touching you sexually arousing?" The boy was frowning.

"It's not unusual to find touching someone else sexually arousing," he said, refusing to weigh in on the morality of it all. "Clearly, I find you touching me arousing."

Sephiroth nodded. This made sense to him. That's one of us, at least.

"Can two men have sex?" he asked. "I mean, touching you feels good. The texts didn't say anything about it feeling good."

Of course not. Biology textbooks had plenty to say about anatomy and endorphins, but not much about pleasure. He resolved to find some pornography for the boy, somewhat surprised that Pepper hadn't beaten him to it. Sephiroth wasn't going to spend the rest of his life in a laboratory, after all.

But there was Sephiroth's question to be answered. "Yes, two men can have sex," he said, not thinking of Vincent. "It is possible to have sex for pleasure, and any two people can do it." He decided, for the sake of simplicity, to stay away from the idea of threesomes for the time being.

"How?"

"I'll find you a book, all right?" His standard answer when Sephiroth asked him something too complicated to explain.

"I was hoping you would show me."

The blood that wasn't pooling in his cock was now in his face. "But - Sephiroth - I'm like a father figure for you. Introducing a sexual element to our relationship would be very - complicating."

Sephiroth shrugged. "Professor Gast is the closest thing I have to a father, if you're worried about that. It can just be - another thing you're teaching me."

It was what he had been trying for, this lack of emotional connection between them. Why did the proof that he had succeeded hurt so damned much?

He couldn't refuse again without telling Sephiroth the truth, and... And if Sephiroth doesn't consider me his father, it means there's no danger of emotionally warping the boy. I suppose there's no harm in it, then.

He gently reached out and began unbuttoning Sephiroth's shirt, stroking the skin he bared. He pulled Sephiroth in closer, took a shaky breath, and kissed him. The boy's mouth was soft and awkward at first, but he learned how to move quickly enough. His hands slipped around to Hojo's back, leaving warm tracks across his spine. "You're cold," he said.

Sephiroth himself was burning hot to the touch. His normal body temperature was nearly a full degree higher than average, but he'd never contemplated what it would feel like to wrap his arms around that heat, and he tried not to think about burying himself in it.

He guided Sephiroth down onto the bed beside him, pushing off the boy's clothes and his own, and pulled him close so that their erections brushed. Hojo groaned with the contact, and Sephiroth half-closed his eyes. "Good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sephiroth sighed.

"There are several different things that can be done at this point. We can touch each other. We can rub against each other. I can suck on your penis."

"With your mouth?"

"Well, yes. Would you like me to?"

Sephiroth was trembling. He nodded.

Hojo lay him back on the bed and shifted downward. He was not thinking about Vincent again.

Sephiroth's cock was sweet, and he whimpered as Hojo took it into his mouth. Hands pulled the leather thong out of his hair, and it spilled loose over his shoulders and across Sephiroth's thighs. He was running his fingers through it as Hojo moved. "Your hair is like mine, only black," he mused.

Hojo made an acknowledging noise in the back of his throat that set Sephiroth to squirming.

"Do that again," he demanded, and Hojo did, reaching up to tweak the boy's nipples.

The squirming was becoming full-blown twitching, and the whimpering, gasping groans, while fingers tightened in his hair, guiding his movements with increasing speed. "Oh! Oh!" and Hojo breathed in through his nose, preparing for Sephiroth's climax. His fingers tightened to the point of pain, and his mouth was full of sticky heat. Sephiroth's hands dropped.

Hojo crawled up alongside him and watched him recover. The green eyes were dilated. "Wow," he said after a few minutes. "I see why Pepper talks about sex all the time."

Hojo was distracted enough to be amused.

"But you didn't finish," Sephiroth realized, and scrambled down to the foot of the bed to kneel between Hojo's legs. The silver hair brushed the tops of his thighs again as the heat closed around his length.

Sephiroth was awkward but earnest. He had to caution him against carelessness with his teeth a few times, but otherwise he was a fast learner. Sephiroth was a fast learner in every other aspect of his life; there was no reason this should be any different.

Blow jobs did not remind him of Vincent.

Closing his eyes, Hojo reached out for Sephiroth's head, running his hands across the satin-textured hair and didn't think about Vincent until he came.

Sephiroth sputtered, but managed to swallow a fair quantity. He didn't care for the taste of it - "Not many people do," Hojo assured him - but overall it was a good experience, he said.

The boy stretched out next to him and dropped off within a few minutes. Hojo watched him sleep in a haze of mixed emotions. The comment about Gast still rankled, though he told himself it shouldn't. He allotted himself sixty seconds to wonder how it would have been different if Lucrecia had lived. He wouldn't be where he was, that much was certain. He allocated thirty seconds to feel guilt over what he had done with Sephiroth.

You love my boy because you love me, she whispered. There is no wrong in that. The guilt disappeared beneath the touch of her thoughts. Your lessoning him in love will only lead to good things.

Hojo allowed himself to relax, and sleep crept up on him on silken tentacles.