Birkin was breathing heavily, but Wesker ignored him and moved faster, his mind starting to get blurry. He had to admit he was being a little violent, but Birkin didn't resist in any way. Why, that he didn't know. Why on earth was William Birkin letting him take him like this?

"What the hell's wrong with you, William?" He hissed at the mostly passive man lying beneath him. "You're never this unresponsive. Or is it just that it's been too long? Maybe Annette should get a strap-on and fuck you senseless!"

"And you surely... like that mental image, don't you... Albert?" Birkin replied with a smug smirk, and Wesker gritted his teeth, barely restraining himself. He felt like hitting Birkin in the face, but that would just give the other man what he wanted. As much as Wesker hated it, Birkin was the one in control yet again. All he could do was try to end this as quickly as he just could - and not care if he was the one to come first. This wasn't one of those times that he was willing to fight it.

He gave in just a moment later, muttering something unclear as he started to come and then bit his lip to keep himself quiet for the rest of the orgasm. He was not going to give Birkin the satisfaction of calling his name.

"Ah, done already, Albert?" Birkin asked in a victorious tone of voice. "Took you long enough... I was almost wondering if I would have to..."

"Shut up," Wesker groaned. "Just shut up." He then withdrew, lay down next to the other man and wrapped his fingers around Birkin's manhood. "Shut up and let me finish this."

Birkin didn't reply; he just closed his eyes and pressed against the other man's hand. He did make Wesker wait for a minute before giving up, though - just long enough to annoy the other man but also not long enough to make Wesker totally frustrated. "Mmmh, Albert..."

Wesker sighed. "Took you long enough. Am I that bad nowadays, perhaps?"

"No, you're quite good. That, and working in the Information Bureau has had a good effect on you. Your body has gotten stronger..." Birkin trailed off, and Wesker scoffed at his words and got up from the bed.

"I'm taking a shower, and I suggest you drag yourself in there too."

"Ah yes, just give me a moment..." Birkin yawned and stretched on the bed.

Wesker stopped to look at the other man from the bathroom door and cursed in his mind. No matter how much he hated it, Birkin still had certain power over him, and he had trouble saying no to the other man. No matter how far apart they were nowadays...

But in the end, he wasn't about to complain.