The room was full of people, seated on the cushioned seats of the hotel's auditorium or standing somewhere around the room, talking. There was an Umbrella logo engraved on the front of the wooden desk in front of the room; somehow, that captured Albert Wesker's attention as he sat somewhere in the middle of the first row, waiting for something to happen.

He found himself wondering what the hell he was doing here; he usually declined all invitations to Umbrella's conferences and such. Those were a complete waste of time, as his partner and co-head-researcher of Arklay Labs, William Birkin, used to say. He agreed; listening to random scientists chatter about their studies and try to impress everyone with their research was pointless. He sighed. Right now, he could have been sitting in the lab back at Arklay Mountains, organizing the latest results from some experiments he'd been working on for the last few weeks.

Then why am I here, again?

The answer to his question was obvious, though; he knew why he was here. Actually, he had been quite surprised to hear that William had agreed to give a speech about Umbrella's studies on the Ebola virus. Of course, Birkin was going to leave out facts about what they were really studying at Arklay, but just the fact that Birkin had agreed to do this was really something.

Wesker knew the details well enough. The weekend's conference was highly ranked by leading medical publications, and Umbrella was hosting it this year. Spencer had apparently decided he wanted some of his top scientists present, and had asked both of them about giving a speech earlier. Both he and Birkin had initially declined, having no interest in the conference whatsoever, and Wesker was still unsure as to the real reason why Birkin had changed his mind.

He figured that the previous two weeks had something to do with it. Birkin had developed a serious cold, and had been eventually forced to stay in bed for several days. Wesker had been worried; the younger scientist's sickness had slowed down their research and they were behind schedule now. He hadn't gotten much done by himself, after staying by William's side for several nights, taking care that his friend's fever didn't get out of hand.

Sitting there and staring at you sleeping, your skin burning... Do you know what you've done to me, William? We haven't had time to do anything since you got sick...

A little over two weeks felt like an eternity for some reason. Wesker did acknowledge the fact that he was only 20, although he didn't really want to think of such minor details. With his skills and intelligence, age didn't matter. He and William were the head researchers at Arklay. He felt at least a decade older than he really was, and he knew his two years younger partner shared the feeling. William was truly a genius.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Spencer talking to someone who looked like a reporter. Wesker nodded slightly and smiled a little as Spencer looked in his direction, then just sat there trying to ignore the noise of the room. The place was full of reporters and scientists. He thanked his luck for the fact that no one really paid attention to him. Wesker looked older than he was, and his calm looks and the sunglasses added a few years to his appearance. He knew that he still was one of the youngest people in the room; almost everyone looked over 30.

Just wait till the next speaker steps into the room.

He smirked at the thought. Birkin was only 18, and unlike Wesker, he looked like his age. But unlike what most people expected from a young genius like Birkin, he was something else all together. Wesker laughed in his mind, knowing that when people learned that William was barely old enough to be called an adult, they expected to meet some silent geeky type who read a lot, complete with glasses and all. He also knew how amusing it was to see people's reaction when they discovered how wrong they were; instead, they got to meet a strikingly handsome young man with a pair of bright light-blue eyes, soft pleasant voice and smooth manners, and the ability to capture anyone's attention with one calm smile. William's social skills were sublime.

Not to mention your other skills...

William was a brilliant scientist, and Wesker had to admit that Birkin was better than he was. He knew the younger man's skills quite well - including the ones in bed. He had originally met William three years ago in the Umbrella Research Center where they had been sent as trainees. They had become friends on the first day, and it hadn't taken too long for Birkin to find his way into Wesker's bed.

They still were lovers, if that was what it was called. Wesker wasn't sure, since he figured the 'lovers' part included this thing called 'feelings'. Being as intelligent as they both were neither of them wasted time on such inferior things. Not that he couldn't help but feel something for the younger scientist...

Speak of the devil.

His gray-blue eyes caught a glimpse of someone in a light-gray suit entering the room, carrying a briefcase. The person made his way through the crowd, and Wesker couldn't keep himself from staring. No one noticed, of course, since his eyes were hidden behind the dark glasses. He had to consider that a very good thing, because if anyone had noticed the way he was staring at the young scientist coming towards his direction...

"Albert."

William smiled warmly, placing his briefcase on the floor and taking a seat next to his partner. He glanced around shortly, satisfied with the fact that no one had noticed him enter. He could have captured the entire room's attention easily, and was planning on doing so quite shortly as soon as his speech started, but he wanted to talk to his older partner first.

"This sure is an unusual place for you to be spending your afternoon..." He continued with a low voice, still smiling. "Or are you here to see someone?"

Wesker frowned slightly, unable to turn his eyes away from Birkin. He hadn't really talked to the younger man today; they'd only met shortly for breakfast in the hotel's restaurant, and William had been wearing different clothes then. They had slept in separate bedrooms - a thought that annoyed Wesker. He had considered sneaking into the younger scientist's room on several occasions during the night, but had had to give up on the idea. William had, after all, been sick the week before and needed to rest before his speech.

He didn't remember ever seeing the light-gray suit the younger man was wearing before. However, being as skilled as he was with his taste in clothing, he could see in an instant how great the suit looked on Birkin. It was just perfect for the young man's slender frame; the color contrasted William's golden hair beautifully. He recognized the light gray-blue tie Birkin was wearing with the suit, since he had bought it for William sometime last year.

"...Albert?" William's soft voice asked with a silent, curious tone.

"What?"

"You're staring," Birkin noted, smirking. "Not that anyone would notice, but... Heh. You like the suit?"

"Yes," Wesker mumbled under his breath. How's 'I want to rip that off and take you on the damn floor, right here right now' for an answer, he added in his mind.

"As for unusual places to be spending my afternoon," he continued, managing to turn his gaze to somewhere in the crowd. "I think you know why I'm here. Because Spencer asked, because it's good PR for the company if both the head researchers from Arklay are here, and because you're giving a speech in fifteen minutes and I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Birkin smiled an innocent little smile that made Wesker want to kiss the younger man. "Figured out that much. We haven't had a chance to spend much time together lately..."

Wesker leaned a little closer, thanking his calm nature for the fact that he was able to control himself. Had they been alone, Birkin would've been on his back on the floor already.

"Since when did you start paying attention to that fact, William? I didn't think you noticed... or cared."

William moved closer; to anyone looking in their direction it would have appeared like he was just saying something to the older scientist. If anyone had taken a closer look, however, they might've noticed that there was something else going on. Birkin's sky blue eyes checked quickly so that no one might see him do anything; he then placed a short kiss on Wesker's neck, staying near the older man after doing so. He smirked, breathing calmly, knowing that just the feeling of him being so near really put Albert Wesker's self-control to a test.

"Of course I care," the younger man whispered after a moment. "You think you're the only one suffering from not being able to do anything for two weeks? You think I don't miss you, too? Do you think I don't know, or remember how you stayed by my side when I was sick last week... How I wished you had lain down next to me, touched me... I also missed you when I was forced to stay in my room while recovering, knowing that you were in the lab, working. And last night... I so wish I had gotten up and gone to your room. You weren't sleeping anyway, now were you, Albert?"

Wesker didn't want to hear all that right now; just feeling Birkin's breath on his neck was driving him insane, and being told how much his lover had missed him sure didn't make him feel any calmer. He concentrated on breathing calmly, casually changing his position on the chair a little. He cursed in his mind when Birkin placed a hand over his, as if pointing out something they were talking about. He was suddenly thankful for the fact that he was wearing a suit, and the coat that was there to hide a slight annoyance which his body suddenly decided to come up with.

"...Your point, William?" He finally mumbled back. "Do you perhaps have interest in getting raped in front of this crowd or something?"

He moved away a little, keeping his eyes off the younger man. If someone saw them, they wouldn't have noticed a thing. One of Wesker's best skills was his ability to look cool in any situation, and this wasn't an exception. Except, no other situation threw him into such an inner chaos. Nothing complicated his thoughts like something that Birkin had just said; no one could bring his body to react like this but William Birkin.

"Not particularly," the light-blue eyed man answered with a calm grin on his face. "I would, however, bet that you won't stay here till the end of my speech..."

"And where would I go, if I may ask?"

"To my room, Albert. By the time I'm finished here, you'll be waiting there in my bed, and the moment I step into the room, you'll drag me into bed, begging to be fucked..."

Wesker couldn't control himself at that point; he laughed, shaking his head. It took him at a long moment to control himself again. "You wish, William. You sure have high expectations of yourself. I thought you knew me better. Do you really think I can't control my needs a little longer? It's been two weeks already. Do you think I really mind waiting a few more hours?"

"Yes, you do." Birkin leaned away, picked up his briefcase and opened it, idly searching for something. "After all, you're the one who will be stuck here watching me walk around that stage for the next hour and a half, with this suit on..."

"I admit you look fuckable in that. But you're still wrong."

It was Birkin's turn to laugh now. "Well then, Albert," he continued, taking a random folder from his briefcase. "Are you willing to make that a bet?"

"A bet, hmm?" Wesker mused, staring into the younger man's bright eyes. "What did you have in mind? You want to see if I can sit here for the next hour and a half, listening to you talk, watching you walk around there looking all cute and desirable rambling on about things we're not really studying, looking at you and thinking of what we will get to do after you're done with your speech? Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't there supposed to be a dinner party after this and we're supposed to go there? And... What do I get if I do win?"

Birkin tilted his head, smiling in a mischievous way that Wesker knew only he had ever seen. "That indeed, yes, and yes there is. We'll have an hour free after my speech so who cares? And if you win... Hmm. What would you agree on for a prize? How about... If I win, and you can't stay here all the time, I get to take you wherever I want tonight, any way I want..."

"And vice versa, huh?" The older scientist answered, with a slight smile on his face. "What's the catch? Like you couldn't take me whenever you wanted wherever you wanted anyway..."

"I could come up with something really evil that you wouldn't normally agree on. Like doing it here. Or how about touching you in some silent corner during the dinner party, or under the table, even... There's the possibility of getting caught..."

Wesker nodded his head a little, pondering on exactly what his damned lover was planning on. There were enough things he wouldn't have agreed on doing, even though William would get things done his way in the end. The idea of ending up under Birkin in a random location around the hotel excited him somehow, but his sane self reminded him that it was a hell of a bad idea. But if he won... It was not like he was planning on losing in the first place.

So what do I really have to lose?

"Fine. I'm in."

The younger man smirked evilly and stood up, taking the briefcase in one hand. He stopped in front of his lover, waving the folder in his other hand.

"It's a bet, then. Want to keep this, Albert? Might want to keep something on your lap to hide that..."

Birkin nodded slightly at his partner's lower body. He then tossed the folder on the seat next to the older man, and turned and walked to the stage in front of the room, laughing. Wesker stared at him, annoyed, making a mental note to strangle the blond when he got his hands on him. He leaned back on his chair, thinking angrily that if Birkin hadn't left so abruptly he might've strangled him right now.

He didn't have a chance to think about it much longer; the noise in the room died soon as soon as everyone turned to look at what was going on in the direction where Wesker was already staring. William Birkin smiled brightly, capturing everyone's attention easily.

Watching as Birkin started his speech, easily owning the attention of everyone in the room, Albert Wesker knew that this bet wouldn't be an easy one to win.

Twenty minutes later he was still there, painfully aware of the fact that this was a game; just another one of the twisted mind games William so loved. The speech itself was a perfect example of how brilliant the younger scientist was; Wesker knew he couldn't have written a better speech if he'd had a month to do it. Birkin had had a few days after recovering, and he had been working on other things at the same time. Wesker didn't know how the younger man had done it, but he could practically feel how everyone in the room was captured by William's words.

Including myself.

He frowned deeply, not wanting to concentrate on the speech, yet it had stolen his attention as well. Hearing what Birkin was talking about was one thing; listening to the pleasant, calm voice was entirely another. His gray-blue eyes followed the younger man's every move from behind the dark glasses, caressing William's slender form, imagining what it would be like to strip that perfect suit off the young scientist's body. There he sat, wishing he could've done something else other than just wait for this to end already and stare, his body reminding him every moment why again did William Birkin own him.

Stop it. It's a mind game; he knows what you feel and of course he's trying to win. Stop looking.

That was easier said than done. Minutes passed slowly; William kept pacing on the stage, lecturing in soft voice. From time to time he paused, explaining something from the material he'd brought. At all times his sparkling light-blue eyes stayed on his audience, and too many times Wesker knew exactly who he was looking at. Knowing it was easy, when he couldn't help but to stare back...

He considered leaving several times, then reminded himself over and over again that that was what their bet had been about. Leaving the room equaled to losing, which meant leaving was not an option. All he could do was stay and listen to how William used his skills to seduce him. Seduce him, standing in front of a room full of people with Wesker knowing he was the only one who noticed.

Damn you, William, You think I'm that easy? Oh no; you're not winning this easily.

Wesker relaxed in his chair, closing his eyes. He didn't really care about being in a room full of people; they could have been alone and Birkin's voice would have still sounded the same, sounded like he was talking to Wesker and Wesker only. Managing not to look at the younger scientist was a victory in itself. However, there was no escape from William's captivating voice. He couldn't stop listening; the only way out was to leave the room.

And I am not leaving.

He felt hot. One reason could've been the fact that there were so many people present in the auditorium, but he couldn't deny the real reason. He needed William badly, more than he'd needed him during the last two weeks.

He glanced at his watch for the third time during the last ten minutes only to notice that only three minutes had passed since the last time he'd checked the time. If William's speech was designed to be an hour and a half, he guessed that the younger man was planning on speaking for at least half an hour longer, and then answering questions for the remainder of the time. He figured that if he were able to stay around till the last part, he'd be fine.

Even if waiting around for a half an hour listening to journalists asking stupid questions and you calmly answering them doesn't sound like much fun. If the damn press gets to ask too many questions it might take longer than planned, and with you promising me that we would have an hour before the damn dinner party...

Birkin continued his speech, mentioning some little detail they had actually checked into at Arklay. It caught Wesker's attention, and he found himself unwillingly staring at the younger man, cursing the other's desirable appearance once again. He stopped to curse himself even more then, suddenly remembering being in Raccoon City with William one weekend to buy something. It had been at least half a year ago, but he suddenly remembered seeing the light-gray suit on the window of a men's clothing store somewhere and telling William how perfectly the color would've suited him. When Birkin had gone back there and had actually gotten that suit, he didn't know.

Now, his cursed lover was wearing what he'd recommended. He had to congratulate himself for knowing how perfect Birkin would have looked in that suit back then, feeling proud that the younger scientist had listened to his advice; then he cursed himself again and continued staring.

Want you. Now. Goddammit, how much longer are you going to keep talking?

William stopped to explain something. It was a detailed and highly interesting explanation that Wesker didn't really pay attention to, because while explaining the matter to the audience, Birkin looked at his lover again. Wesker couldn't turn his eyes away; those sky-blue eyes, looking straight into his stole his breath, making him feel even more uncomfortable - if that was just possible anymore at this point. He knew what went on behind those eyes, and he also knew that Birkin could stare straight into the deepest corners of his mind and read everything like an open book.

Owned. He laughed in his mind, concentrating on admiring the younger scientist's slender body again. The speech didn't matter to him much anymore, although he did acknowledge the fact that he was listening to every word that left the younger man's lips. He tried concentrating on the words to occupy his mind but as someone quite capable of multitasking he couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering. His thoughts knew every detail of how Birkin looked under the suit, and that fact was driving him insane.

Time lost its meaning. Birkin turned his gaze away and continued his speech, and Wesker sat in his chair, unable to do anything other than stare anymore. He found himself unable to think clearly. All that mattered was William, and what he was going to do to the younger man as soon as this hell was over.

He didn't check his watch anymore, knowing that however much time there was left it would be too much. His gaze was fixed on following Birkin's every move. How the younger man stopped to remove the light-gray coat. How he drank some water from a glass someone had helpfully placed on the desk on the stage. How he finally stopped speaking, listening to someone from the audience ask something and then answering the question skillfully, the tone of his voice so soft and warm that Wesker really wanted to leave the damn room. Leave, go stalk until the younger man got out and then rape him at the first possible chance...

No and no again. You're not leaving. William's not winning this one.

He blinked, raising his head suddenly as he heard William answering another question, saying, "Perhaps you should ask my partner, Dr. Wesker there. If I'm correct he's more familiar with that particular detail than I am."

Answering was not a problem; Wesker had heard the question and heard his own voice answering the question calmly. The reporter thanked him and let someone else ask Birkin another question. Wesker didn't really listen anymore. His mind wandered somewhere far from here, concentrating on only one thing.

Damn you to hell, William.

He closed his eyes, wishing he wasn't sitting there. Since this was a game he was going win, he would stay until the end, but William only required his physical presence. It didn't matter if his mind stopped existing in the auditorium.

"Albert?"

Wesker looked up abruptly, blinking a couple of times. He hadn't realized when the younger man had ended the speech, or when the questions had stopped. William Birkin was standing in front of him; Wesker noted that he was wearing the coat again. There was random background noise of people talking in the room, and he noticed that the doors were open.

"...Oh. You done yet?" He asked quietly, taking a deep breath, then smirking. The speech was over, and he was still sitting there. He had won their bet.

Birkin lowered his head a little, smiling in a cute but curious and slightly defeated way. He leaned closer, picking the folder from the seat next to Wesker where he had left it before his speech.

"I'd guess," he answered while putting the folder into his briefcase, grinning a bit. "Shall we go stop by our rooms, to change clothes and such before dinner?"

"After you," Wesker said quietly, standing up. He straightened his clothes a little, waiting for Birkin to put the folder away and turn around. He knew his wait was almost over; William's suggestion of changing clothes surely suggested doing something else. It was time to claim his prize.

The younger man nodded slightly, leading the way out of the auditorium, then through the hotel lobby to the elevators. There were a couple of scientists waiting as well; Birkin chatted with them politely, not paying much attention to the older man following him. They stepped into the elevator as it arrived, and Birkin continued talking with the scientists until they got out, while he and Wesker still continued up another floor.

Their rooms were a short walk away from the elevator area; Birkin walked to the door of his room calmly, still not paying attention to the older man following him. He took his time opening the door, pretending not to notice anything, but knowing it drove his partner to the limits.

Wesker could only stand there pretending to be calm, and hoping he could keep himself from grabbing his cursed lover and taking him against the wall of the corridor. He would've loved doing so, and after everything Birkin would've deserved it, but hotel corridors weren't his first choice when picking out the place for making love. It was only around 6 PM too; someone would definitely seen them. He would have rather killed himself than let anyone see him acting so out of character.

After what felt like a torturing eternity Birkin finally found a bunch of keys in his pocket. He wasted another moment making sure he had the right key and then spent even more time, as it seemed to Wesker anyway, pretending he couldn't open the door too easily. Wesker gritted his teeth, the younger man's body so close to his that it threatened to make him lose control any second.

Finally William pushed the door open and stepped into the room, casually placing his briefcase by the wall. He turned slowly, looking up at his partner. He was obviously about to say something, but Wesker had waited for his chance for too long now. He followed in right behind his companion, slammed the door shut and as Birkin turned, grabbed the younger man and pulled him close for a fierce kiss.

Birkin didn't resist; he did act a bit surprised, but Wesker knew better. It agitated him even more that Birkin had probably known his plans since they had left the auditorium. Like he cared. He wanted the blond, and now. How and where stopped mattering at the moment he closed that damned door; now they were safely inside Birkin's hotel room, and he would take what was his.

The shorter man wrapped his arms around him, and he could feel that Birkin would've been laughing if his mouth hadn't been preoccupied. William tasted warm; he didn't break the kiss when finally getting to do what he had wanted for a long time now - to remove his friend's light-gray coat. His hands were shaking as he tried to keep himself controlled for a little longer; he didn't want to just rip the coat off since it was too expensive for that. Besides, William looked damn handsome in it, and he wanted to see the younger man wearing it again sometime in the future. The last reason was the dinner party. They were expected to show up, and Wesker wasn't sure if the younger man had another suit with him. That mattered the least, however; the idea of Birkin in that damned suit weighed on the scale quite a lot more.

He finally broke the kiss to push William away and draw the coat off. He tossed it towards the direction of the bed and knelt down. The pants would have to go as well. His fingers fumbled on the younger man's belt, and he cursed audibly when hearing Birkin laugh.

"Heh... heheheh... I see you couldn't wait to claim the prize of the bet. But yes, you won. You amaze me sometimes, Albert. I have to admit; I didn't expect you to be able to pull it off..."

Wesker muttered another curse, grabbing Birkin by the waist and pulling him down to the floor. He forced the man to his back and rid him of the pants and shoes, then just stared for a fleeting moment. With the expensive suit gone the rest of the clothes didn't matter. The blue-gray tie went first; he removed it with a couple of hasty moves then dug his fingers into the shirt and tore it open. William wasn't wearing anything under it, and he appreciated the sight of his lover's bared skin.

"...You're killing me, William..."

"Am I, now?" The younger man answered, still laughing like a maniac. "Perhaps. You sure paid a high price for your victory if this is what it did to you..."

"You have no idea what you did to me," Wesker hissed at the blond, busy ripping the remains of the shirt off. He threw the torn pieces of fabric in a random direction, not caring what became of the shirt. He attacked the rest of William's clothing with the same ferocity, and only a few short moments later the other man was lying naked on the floor. Only then he allowed himself a break, stopping to admire his work.

Birkin continued laughing, his light-blue eyes burning with passion only Wesker had ever seen. "No idea? I have quite a good idea of what I did. After all, I did it all on purpose."

"Should've guessed."

He basically ripped his own coat off and threw it away, not paying much attention to the condition of the garment as it left his hands. Birkin obviously decided to be at least a bit useful and removed his tie while he was busy with his pants. He decided to leave them on; there was no point taking them off other than for the required part. William did this with his clothes on all the time. Except, this time it was the younger scientist who was the one on his back for a change, and Wesker was going to enjoy every second of this.

He settled on opening a couple of buttons from his shirt, eyes scanning the room viciously. He needed lubricant. Of course Birkin would've deserved it if he had done it without anything, and he wouldn't have minded the pain himself, but the last sane corner of his mind reminded him of the fact that he would have rather died than hurt William Birkin. That was something he knew he couldn't get himself to do, so he needed to find something.

"Looking for this?" William's calm, teasing voice asked.

Why, of course. To make him even more agitated William had guessed what he was looking for and was now holding a small container Wesker had seen before - a lot of times actually, in Birkin's bedroom on the nightstand. He didn't have a clue where Birkin had suddenly found it, but with his body burning with need he didn't waste another thought on the matter. He grabbed it from the blond and opened it as fast as he could with his shaking hands, then added some of the contents on the fingers of his left hand and forced it between Birkin's legs, pushing two fingers into the younger man as soon as he found his target between the younger man's buttocks.

Birkin was laughing again, but relaxed against the carpet. He allowed the older man to push his legs apart and move between them. He grinned, amused by the look on Wesker's face. It had been a while since he had seen that kind of burning need on his lover's face. That last time he had been on top, of course. He closed his eyes for a second when Albert's fingers pressed deep into him, against a certain weak spot.

"...Ah... Albert... I've taught you well... Heheh..."

Wesker looked at the younger man's face, mumbling a silent response he couldn't hear himself, and he forgot what he answered a second later anyway. He felt quite insane now, but seeing William looking like that calmed him for at least a bit. The younger man looked simply adorable; short blond hair scattered on the carpet, obvious pleasure apparent on his face and a hint of deep desire in the bright light-blue eyes as the other man looked at him, smirking. At least he didn't have to question himself if he was doing it right, or if Birkin wanted it. He could read that all too well.

The knowledge of that calmed his feelings but not the burning of his body. He leaned in to kiss the other, feeling how his sanity threatened to escape him again at the moment his lips touched William's. He moved his fingers carefully, not really knowing how much preparation would be enough. The thought annoyed him; Birkin had done this to him countless times, but he felt helpless being the one on top. A sigh of pleasure escaped William's lips between their kisses, and that encouraged him to continue just a little longer. He continued downwards a little, nibbling on the younger man's jaw gently.

William gasped for air, his breathing turning slightly ragged. His hands wandered on the stronger man's shoulders, caressing him and finally throwing Wesker off the edge. Listening to Birkin's breathing alone was too much, and he just couldn't take it anymore. He removed his fingers, still continuing his kisses on the other's throat while blindly searching for the container with the lubricant.

It took him a few seconds to realize he was still holding the bottle in his right hand. Hastily, he ripped his pants open and added some of the contents of the bottle on his member. That done, he dropped the container to the side while moving to a better position on top of William. The younger man spread his legs helpfully, but he didn't even notice. He grabbed Birkin by the waist with both hands, drawing the man closer and pressing into the slender body with an almost brutal thrust.

"...W...ill...iam..."

What followed really drove him completely insane for the next few moments. The pressure around his erection, William's slightly surprised gasp and the feeling of the younger man wrapping his legs around him. He fell forward but managed to stop himself from collapsing completely; instead, he pressed his hands against the carpet, keeping himself above the younger scientist.

He blinked a couple of times as Birkin raised one hand and stole his sunglasses, placing them on the floor away from them. He found himself staring at the other man's face and he just couldn't move. William was grinning, but in his bright sky blue eyes, the desire was so visible that it made his heart skip a few beats. Desire, and something else that he couldn't recognize. Whatever it was, it was meant for him, and only him.

Birkin's hand found his, and slender fingers wrapped around his wrist. He took a deep breath, finally realizing he hadn't been breathing at all for the last few seconds. He felt William's other hand on his face; he blinked again, involuntarily pressing his face against the younger man's palm. The hand on his face caressed him gently, wiping away something warm from his eyes. He fought to control himself as he realized he was crying. If he'd had the strength and sanity, he would've cursed William Birkin to hell for making him so weak; making him feel things he couldn't name...

"...Albert..." The younger man whispered, smiling gently. "Aren't you... forgetting something?"

Wesker didn't actually need a reminder of what he was forgetting, since his body reminded him at the same moment Birkin did. He felt hot, and the burning feeling that had spread all over his body centered itself on one part of him. Carefully, he moved away a bit; then pressed back in, deep into his lover, hearing himself silently calling the other's name. He heard William laughing and then moving against him as he withdrew a little again.

It was too much. He'd waited for this moment for hours, no, days and weeks now, and couldn't control himself anymore. He thrust into the younger man again and again, amazed by how perfectly Birkin responded to his movements. It was magnificent, so perfect that he couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed doing anything so much. Then again, he was too lost in the pleasure to think or remember anything; if he could have thought, he would have remembered that William was quite good in what he did, and sex was never uninteresting. But this... He needed it so much that he was sure he would die without feeling the other under him, mostly clinging to him by now.

William dug his nails into the older scientist's wrist; he was barely able to control himself as Albert pressed into his body. He didn't let the older man on top too often, and was less experienced being the receiving partner. He made a mental note to do so a bit more often, since he could have used the practice. In love making, what turned him on was the control and being like this didn't make any difference. He was still the one who owned Albert Wesker.

"...Gods, William..." Wesker mumbled in-between breaths, wishing to end it already. He just couldn't take it anymore. His senses were on fire, and the tightness around his member made him too aware of what he wanted with each thrust. He pressed his lips hungrily against Birkin's, finding the younger man answering quite eagerly. He had completely forgotten to think about William's pleasure so far and suddenly felt slightly panicked, but feeling the younger man's erection against his lower body assured him that Birkin was definitely enjoying it as much as he was.

His vision was blurred. He would have wanted to see the look on Birkin's face, as he adored that expression of pure pleasure that he seldom saw. Some sane part of his mind nagged him, telling him the truth why - he was usually too lost in the bliss of whatever the younger scientist was doing to him to actually concentrate on looking at William's face. Or maybe he was just not looking, for sometimes he couldn't take the look in the other's eyes.

Control.

Wesker laughed weakly, mainly to himself. Birkin was a damn control freak, and the sad thing was he didn't really care. He liked, no, loved it. He could also guess who had the control at this moment too, as he thrust almost violently into the slender body and felt how William trembled beneath him. He could hear the younger man laughing in-between breaths.

He blinked the tears from his eyes, surprised when he heard William gasping for breath and mumbling his name weakly, and then felt something wet against his lower body. The other's release stained his shirt, but he didn't care. What surprised him was that he had actually managed to get the younger man to release before himself... He would have laughed, or enjoyed that moment of victory a little longer, but his own orgasm consumed him only a second later. He cried out Birkin's name, then collapsed on top of him, too tired to even pull out. The burning of his body subsided at last, and he fell asleep where he was lying. The last thing he heard before his mind slipped into the darkness was William's exhausted but insane laughter.

The next time his mind registered anything, the room was dark. He sat up, finding himself naked in the bed. He didn't know how he had gotten there or what time it was.

"...Albert?"

Wesker looked to his side; only to find the younger scientist lying there under the sheets, blinking like he had have just woken up. He lay back down closing his eyes, feeling quite contented as William crawled closer, pressing his head on his shoulder.

"What time is it?" He asked, trying to remember what had happened earlier. He didn't remember all the details, but that wasn't really needed; his body remembered well enough. "Why... Never mind. Weren't we supposed to go to that dinner party? It's dark already... We're late."

"Never mind that," the younger man mumbled, squirming to find a more comfortable position next to his lover. "We're quite damn late, if that's what you wanted to know that. Who cares about the dinner party; we can go to that damn lunch tomorrow if Spencer really insists. Anyway, it's been a couple of hours since we got here. You passed out after we made love. Kind of cute..."

Wesker sighed, not feeling like bothering his brain with the details. It was obvious that William had undressed him afterwards, cleaned them both and dragged him to bed.

I must've been damn out of it since I didn't notice anything.

"Well," Birkin continued, nuzzling his face against the older man's neck. "I think you can guess the rest. Satisfied with your prize?"

"I'd guess. For now."

"Hmm." The younger man got up a little, suddenly moving to lie on top of the older man. "For now. Does that mean you want more?"

Wesker laughed. With all that had happened today, he didn't even feel like thinking of a good answer. He only leaned up a little, capturing the younger man's lips for a long, passionate kiss.

Author's notes:

Eh, well, nothing much to say. I like writing about these two. 'Nuff said.

- Lady Harken (September, 2003)