A pair of bright sky-blue eyes stared at the contents of a little chemical container with deep concentration. The chemical didn't look particularly interesting, but the owner of those blue eyes was quite obsessed with his task.

Birkin leaned closer, tilting his head. He then stepped back, glancing at his watch and shaking his head while doing so. He mumbled something that sounded like a curse as he moved closer to the desk again and continued staring at the container.

Across the room, Albert Wesker's hands stopped on the keyboard. His concentration suddenly failed him; he stared blankly at random figures on the computer monitor, then turned away from the screen. He looked at his partner for a moment and sighed, adjusting his sunglasses.

"William. Stop staring at that experiment of yours. Staring at it won't make the chemicals react any faster."

Birkin checked his watch again, mumbling something to himself. He then spun around suddenly, turning to face the older man. He folded his arms, appearing annoyed.

"Mind your own business, Albert. I'm busy..."

He moved to a nearby table, picking up a random object and stared at it, not really seeing what it was. He dropped it on the desktop a moment later, retreating to check the chemicals again. The lack of anything happening inside the small container made him curse the fact that it would take an hour and a half for the chemicals to react, and he needed the results for his next experiment. He hated waiting.

"Hrmh." He folded his arms again, turning to look at the other scientist. "And what are you staring at?"

Wesker shook his head, turning his chair and returning his gaze to the computer monitor. "Nothing. Go get coffee or something. Please, William. You walking back and forth there is making me nervous. I'm trying to analyze something here."

He could feel the younger scientist's eyes on his back but decided not to care. He was the only one in the lab used to Birkin's moods anyway; the younger man was quite fanatic with his work.

Too fanatic at times it seems, he added in his mind.

"Albert?"

Wesker turned slowly, taking his sunglasses off. "What is it? I'm quite occupied here..."

He didn't get a chance to continue. Birkin had moved behind him so silently that he hadn't noticed it, and at the moment he turned around the younger scientist grabbed him by the collar, drew him up from the chair and kissed him passionately.

"William, what are you... mmmh."

The younger man laughed, then stared into Wesker's eyes smiling weirdly. "You tell me, Albert. You told me to stop stalking the experiment. Fine, I can do that. Which means, I have one hour 23 minutes to waste. Might as well do something interesting."

Wesker took a deep breath. "And this is what you call interesting?"

Birkin didn't answer right away. He let go of his partner, watching as Wesker sat back down in his chair and stopped to place his sunglasses on the table, appearing quite annoyed. He then tried to say something, but Birkin leaned closer, practically crawling onto his lap and kissed him again. Wesker couldn't resist; he could only sit there and allow the younger man to do what he wanted until William finally broke the kiss and glanced at his watch, frowning.

"One hour and 22 minutes left. Hmm. Yes. I would call this interesting."

The older scientist sighed, knowing very well what his partner meant. After all, it wasn't like this would have been the first time Birkin decided to find something 'interesting' to do. He shook his head anyway, glaring calmly at the younger man's eyes.

"I'm in the middle of an analysis, William. I don't have time for this right now."

He glanced at the computer, leaning over to press the key on the keyboard that saved his work. He just knew better. He planned on resisting, but in the end, Birkin would do as he pleased anyway.

"And I'm in the middle of an experiment. Or will be in about... One hour and 21 minutes anyway. Meanwhile..." Birkin smirked, raising his hands to his partner's shoulders and drawing the lab coat down the older man's arms.

Wesker gave the other man a disapproving look and grabbed the younger scientist's wrists. "William. Now is not the time."

The younger man looked back at the other scientist, a strange calm smile that only Wesker had ever seen on his face. "What's wrong with the time, Albert? It's 2 AM. No one will come here at this hour."

"I'm not referring to that and you know it. You know very well what I mean."

Birkin leaned closer, pressing his face very close to his partner's. He drew his hands from the older man's hold and proceeded to caress Wesker's neck. What he really wanted right now was to get rid of Wesker's shirt, but unfortunately for him, his partner was wearing a black turtleneck. He smirked, making a mental note to rip the shirt unless he could get it off soon.

"Yes yes, I do know, Albert. Ah. Don't give me that look. We both know you want this..."

Wesker stared at his partner coldly, trying to ignore the fact that his body was about to give him away. Birkin was right as usual. He couldn't help himself; he did want it. William's sudden ideas of having sex in the lab excited him more than he was willing to admit, and his feelings centered themselves on his lower body, the heat spreading uncomfortably. He hoped Birkin hadn't noticed yet, although the thought was in vain, with the younger man on his lap.

"William... No."

"No?" Birkin's expression turned into something close to cruel amusement. "No? Oh yes. No indeed. That's what your mind says..."

The older man closed his eyes, trying to breathe calmly as he listened his friend continue.

"Your mind refuses, maybe... But your body..." Birkin let his left hand fall, stopping directly on certain part of the older man's lower body. "Your body does not."

Wesker bit his lip to calm himself but ended up doing so too hard and could taste blood. This fact didn't make his discomfort any easier, as the taste had a strange effect on him. It made him even more aroused.

"William," he said, having the need to try to save face anyway. "Which part of 'no' didn't you understand? I said..." He mumbled, stopping to take a deep breath. "...Not now."

Birkin ignored the older scientist's words, his hands working on the other man pants. He laughed, the sound echoing ominously in the silent laboratory.

"So says your mind, Albert." William noted with a mischievous voice. "Really want to have it argue with what your body is telling me?"

Wesker kept his eyes closed, not really feeling like looking at the younger man's face. Birkin's hand proceeded into the taller man's pants easily, stopping to fondle the hard length.

"I told you, Albert. Your body disagrees with your mind... And you're quite hard already."

"...William..." Wesker reached to grab the younger man's hand, trying to keep it from touching him. He hated himself for not being able to do so. He knew very well that he was stronger than the other man was, and he could have easily gotten Birkin off of him. But, for some reason he had never been able to figure out, he just couldn't do it.

His fingers found their target, wrapping around Birkin's wrist, but he couldn't find enough power to push the hand away even when he knew he had the required strength. His body just refused to respond.

Something about that control he has. Can't be anything else... Wesker thought, trying to keep his breathing calm as the other man continued touching him. But I... can't help it.

He considered opening his eyes and glaring at Birkin but decided against it. He didn't want to look at the younger man's sky blue eyes when he knew that his own eyes would have given his thoughts away in an instant. William Birkin could see directly into his mind, and there was nothing he could do.

Birkin laughed, a strange hint of insanity and obsession in his voice. "See now, Albert? You can't resist me."

He grabbed the older man's jaw with his right hand and stared at his partner's face. Wesker felt the other man's stare and involuntarily opened his eyes, only to find himself staring into Birkin's eyes. The younger man smiled warmly, knowing well who was in control, and Albert Wesker knew very well that he was owned.

"...Isn't that... enough, William?" Wesker said quietly, wishing he could have turned his gaze away. "You've proven your point. Yes, I want you, damn it. Happy now?"

The younger scientist simply grinned before moving away from his partner's lap, kneeling in front of the chair. His left hand stayed where it was, continuing to skillfully stroke the older man's member while he otherwise concentrated his attention on getting Wesker's pants off. The older scientist still resisted, but in the end he couldn't help but to squirm under Birkin's touch, annoyed by the fact that the sky-blue eyed man managed to draw his pants down to his ankles.

"William..."

"What?" Birkin answered, laughing softly. "You admitted your defeat already, Albert. So then, why do you keep resisting? I still have over an hour, and if you don't stop playing hard to get... Well, that's more than enough time to make you beg for me to take you..."

The older man frowned. "Fine, I'll stop then. We both know you'll get what you want anyway, William, and I did admit I want you. Now, goddammit. So get on with it."

Birkin's laugh got the insane tone again; then the younger scientist easily removed his partner's shoes and drew the pants off. His left hand wandered a little lower to caress Wesker's thighs while his right hand attacked the shirt he had decided to get rid off earlier. He slipped his hand under the shirt, hiking it up as far as he could get it at the moment. He leaned forward to kiss his lover's chest then continued down, lips caressing the older man's stomach until he reached the area where his left hand had been working on a little earlier. He glanced up, grinning insanely before capturing the tip of his partner's erection into his mouth.

A silent sigh of pleasure escaped from Wesker's lips. He then bit his lip again, not wanting to hear himself and not wanting to give in to Birkin this easily. He grabbed the younger man's hair with one hand; the other found the chair's armrest. He wrapped his fingers around it, fighting to keep himself calm. Birkin was quite skilled in what he was doing and was obviously determined to show him how right he was. Wesker cursed in his mind, busy trying to keep himself silent.

William's bright-blue eyes glanced up for a moment, laughing. He suckled gently on the tip of the length, then took as much as he could into his mouth. He would have laughed if it had been possible, hearing his partner mumbling something silently and probably not even noticing he was doing so.

Ah, Albert... Mine.

Birkin grinned in his mind, really wishing he could have actually laughed. He moved his right hand upwards slowly, fondling the older man until he reached his partner's lips. Wesker sighed, unable to keep himself from kissing the fingers caressing his lips. The younger man gently pressed two fingers into his mouth, and he welcomed them, sucking on the digits eagerly. He wished he could have at least tried to resist; tried to show that he wasn't so owned, but he couldn't keep himself from moving a little, pressing his lower body up into William's pleasing mouth.

The younger scientist changed his position, pushing his lover's legs apart. He then straightened his back and looked into his lover's eyes, smiling mischievously.

"I would appreciate if you would move a little forward in that chair, Albert."

Wesker wished he would have had time to bite his lover's fingers before the younger man withdrew them. He glared at Birkin, failing to think of a good answer. He felt weak.

"...Make me?" He hissed silently, knowing it was a mistake.

Birkin grinned evilly, grabbing the older man's left leg and drawing it over his shoulder. He continued by catching Wesker's right leg without giving his partner time to react and forced it up a little, then placed it to rest over the chair's armrest. Wesker glowered at the younger man and was about to say something, but it was too late. Two fingers sneaked between his legs, finding their target easily and pressed into him, making him gasp, surprised.

"...William!"

The younger scientist was laughing again, sounding like he had lost his mind. He leaned forward a little when the older man reached to grab him and caught Wesker's hand, drawing it against his face and kissing the palm. He moved his fingers carefully inside of his lover, proud of the fact that he could have touched the other man in his sleep and still done this right. Judging from the muffled moan and from the angry gaze in the older scientist's eyes that abruptly vanished as Albert closed his eyes, William Birkin could only congratulate himself again.

"Weak spot here, perhaps?" He commented, snickering. He didn't allow his partner any rest but kept moving his fingers while returning to suckle on the hard length. His left hand wandered on the older man's skin, aware of the heat that was taking over his lover's body.

"...A... Aah... Wi... William...! Don't..."

"Hmm? Don't what?" Birkin asked while stopping to catch his breath.

Wesker gripped the armrest so hard that it made him wonder if the chair would be able to take this. He knew he couldn't, anyway.

"...Don't... Aaah...! Do this! I can't... take..."

He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to know what the world around him looked like at the moment. He didn't have to see what was happening anyway; he could feel it well enough. He failed to keep himself from wrapping his leg about William's neck in an attempt to draw him closer. He could taste the blood in his mouth as his lip was still bleeding, and it all was about to throw him off the edge. William's touch burned his body, and he wished it all would end already.

"Oh, I know, Albert," the younger scientist noted, suddenly moving away. "You're just too easy sometimes. Like right now. If I continue just a little longer, you'll lose all control, and we don't want that, now do we, hmm?" He grinned, removing his fingers and standing up.

"Get up."

"...What?" Wesker mumbled, opening his eyes and blinking a couple of times. He stared at the younger man's bright eyes, disbelief apparent in his disoriented gaze.

Birkin folder his arms. "Get up, Albert. Which part of that did you miss?"

Wesker gritted his teeth but obeyed slowly, leaning heavily on the desk beside the chair. He was sure his legs were going to give away soon, and he could still only stare at his lover with curious and, not that he would have admitted it, pleading look in his eyes. He did his best to ignore his body, which was screaming for a release.

William smirked, slowly circling around his lover and sitting down on the chair. He pushed his lab coat aside and worked with his clothes for a short moment before taking a comfortable position in the chair.

"Well?"

"If you think I'm going to sit on your lap, you're sorely mistaken, William," The older man snarled after the short moment it took him to realize what his damned lover was planning. "I'm not that desperate."

"Yes you are, Albert," Birkin said, leaning forward and taking the older scientist's hand. "You need me."

"Do you realize how stupid that would look?"

"Who's here to see?" The younger man answered laughing, wrapping his fingers about his partner's wrist and forcing him to step closer. "And who cares anyway? I don't, and you sure as hell don't, Albert. I know you, and the idea of me taking you here now turns you on more than anything. You want me, you need me, and I'm the only one who can take that burning away from your body..."

Wesker sighed, knowing who was right once again. He couldn't help but let William draw him close to the chair. The younger man let his hands wander to his partner's waist and gently drew him closer; Wesker made a mental note to rape his twice-damned lover against the desk sometime later for this while trying to figure out how exactly they were supposed to do this. He settled for kneeling on the chair, his legs by the armrests, and he could feel Birkin moving under him a little until he found the right position. Then, William drew him down, and everything turned to a blur for a moment. He didn't care. Nothing really mattered as long as he got what his body so longed for.

"...Gods... William..."

"Heh," the younger scientist whispered, wrapping his arms around his lover. "I guess this is going to take some work from both of us. I can't move too much here..."

He smiled warmly, looking up at his partner's face. He held the older man tenderly, grinning widely when Wesker wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He could feel his lover moving a little and decided to help as much as he could by pressing himself upwards slightly, holding the older man by the waist. Albert squirmed in his hold, and he couldn't keep himself from laughing quite insanely.

"Aah... Will... William... You... Do know this... hurts like hell?" Wesker mumbled, trying to control his breathing - and failing just as miserably as in everything he had tried to do tonight, ever since his lover had decided to do this. He panted, trying to keep his weight off of the younger man and leaning his arms against the back of the chair. Under him, Birkin moved a little, and he couldn't keep himself from pressing against the length pushed into him.

"I know," Birkin answered between breaths, still laughing. "Think it doesn't hurt me? Stop thinking so much, Albert..."

The older man mumbled something for a reply, but neither of them could really hear it. Birkin had to close his eyes and actually pay attention to stay in control. It surprised him; usually, he had no trouble in controlling his body and what they were doing.

Heh. Perhaps the idea of doing it like this excites me just as much as it excites Albert...

He laughed, carefully pressing into his lover. He wished he could have moved more, but the little he could move seemed enough in the end. Wesker was clinging to him and to the chair, moving as fast as he could and mumbling his name. Birkin had to stop laughing just to be able to breathe, and as he stopped moving just to admire his partner, he pondered for the first time during their act if the chair was really strong enough to take this all.

Wesker couldn't take it much longer. He bit his lip hard, hating himself for the fact that he could hear his own voice, silent and pathetic, repeating William's name. The younger scientist wasn't touching him outside from holding him by the waist, but he didn't need to be touched to reach what he needed. He came a moment later, crying Birkin's name and wetting the younger man's shirt, then he just sagged to his lover's hold, feeling like he was about to faint.

Birkin laughed. Then he moved a little, pressing into the older man one more time before reaching his own orgasm. He mumbled Wesker's name, resting his face against his lover and just held him there, feeling exhausted.

The older scientist recovered first, not really knowing how much time had passed. He drew away, letting himself slip to the floor and pressing his face against his lover's knees.

"...William?"

Birkin raised his head and looked at the other man, a calm but tired smile on his lips. "...Oh... Albert. Feeling better now?"

He stretched his arms then relaxed in the chair, tilting his head and looking at Wesker. He then suddenly glanced at his watch, but shook his head and closed his eyes. It was only a second before he opened them to watch how the older man stood up, slowly leaning on the desk again. He then picked up his pants from the floor and started getting them on.

"Better?" Wesker said quietly after managing to get his clothes into some kind of an order. "Depends on your definition of that. I need a shower, and sleep. It's pretty damn late..."

"Hmm. Sounds nice really."

The older man stared at his lover, suddenly unable to keep himself from smiling. "I thought you were in the middle of an important experiment here."

Birkin yawned, then smiled cutely to the other scientist. "I am, but those stupid chemicals still won't be reacting for over half an hour. When they do, however, they'll stay like that till the end of the century. I could just leave them and come back tomorrow morning. That is, unless you prefer sleeping alone. I wouldn't mind curling up next to someone warm, though..."

Wesker shook his head, smiling. He considered commenting something about William needing to get his priorities straight when it came to these 'interesting experiments' but refrained from doing so and just offered his hand to the younger man, helping him up from the chair and drawing him close as they walked out of the lab.

Author's notes:

So... Started writing this in a chat just for the fun of it sometime last year, that being, 2002. Remembered I still had this sometime over a half a year later, and now finally finished one night when just feeling like writing. Yeah. That's mostly it. Birkin x Wesker is fun to write.

- Lady Harken (November, 2003)