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This time Birkin was coming to him, and that suited Stein just fine. He knew on some level that leaving his world for a bit would do him good, but he was involved in some new projects and still trying to work out how to deliver his last one to Medusa. It wasn't a good time to leave.

But a little company was always welcome, especially if it was like-minded company.

He'd taken a little trip to the store earlier in the day and bought an array of liquors - some bourbon, some gin, some tequila, and some rum. He didn't really know what Birkin liked, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a variety on hand.

And now he was at the computer, poking his nose around and waiting.

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Birkin winced slightly; even though he realized he was still technically numb, he could maybe feel something vaguely hand-shaped sort of moving around inside his body. It was a weird 'feeling' regardless of whether he was actually feeling it or not.

"St-Stein..." He whimpered, face bright red out of embarrassment and desire, as he realized just how exposed he was at the moment. Birkin let himself groan loudly at the contact. This was wrong; he shouldn't be enjoying this, wanting this. He groaned, trying to pull against the handcuffs and urge Stein to continue.

Before he could stop the words from coming out of his mouth, he murmured a feeble "Kiss me," hoping it didn't sound as pathetic to Stein as it did to him.

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The fear was beginning to turn to desire, and Stein's lips spread wide with glee. So Birkin really wasn't upset after all. How nice.

His fingers skipped over the liver and the stomach, bypassing the lungs as he carefully reached upwards under the ribcage.

"Of course, my friend," he said gently and bent over him, capturing his lips with authority and thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth. Two fingers slid into Birkin's body, and he wondered if this was going to be his first time with a man, or if his protestations about Wesker were false.

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Birkin was trying his damnedest to make keep track of where the one hand was going, but without his nerves working properly and his brain having far more interesting things to focus on at the moment, he lost track of it somewhere around his diaphragm.

He opened his mouth as if to scream, but a few frail whimpers was the only sound the scientist made. Though, his whimpers seemed much more akin to sobs at this point; as much as he wanted this, it still hurt like hell. He focused on the kiss rather than the pain, forcing himself to relax. Birkin thrust against the fingers slightly, breath hitching. His attention switched back to the tongue in his mouth before he tensed up again.

Stein certainly had a talent; it only took two of those dominating kisses to seduce him. Birkin craned his neck, moaning softly. It was hard to be terribly mad at his surgeon when he was being kissed like this.

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Stein noticed the way his dominating kisses turned Birkin on, and continued them, pressing deeper as his hand worked its way a little higher. He paused to reach for his bedside table, extracting the lube and slicking his fingers one-handed, then thrusting them quickly deep into Birkin's body once more.

"I have your heart in my hand, Birkin," he purred into the other man's ear. "And I'm going to take the rest of your body, too."

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He whimpered dejectedly when the kiss stopped. But then he opened his eyes and realized what the doctor was doing, and quieted himself down. At least, he quieted himself down until Stein forced a needy groan out of his mouth by penetrating him with his fingers once more. Even after all the alcohol, he really shouldn't be this turned on. Something had to be wrong... Birkin moaned again, breaking him out of his thought process and bringing his focus back to being fucked by Stein.

"That would be almost romantic if it wasn't so literal," Birkin managed to mumble out between pants and moans.

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Stein laughed and captured Birkin's lips again, rocking against his thigh as he added a third finger and stretched him mercilessly.

"Romantic, maybe," he said genuinely amused. His own voice had gone breathless with lust, but it was mostly anticipation at this point. "Have you ever done this before, Birkin?" he murmured between kisses. "I mean, down here." He punctuated the words with a rub of his fingers to Birkin's prostate.

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He visibly winced at the third finger, but the discomfort was completely lost with a sound halfway between a gasp and a groan as Stein touched his prostate.

Birkin shook his head slowly in response to the question. "Actually, you're only the third person I've had sex with." After saying it out loud he realized he worked too much and didn't take breaks nearly enough. Or maybe that was just the rum talking. "That's a little embarrassing, isn't it?" He leaned up and bit Stein's bottom lip gently.

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Stein rumbled with pleasure at the bite, and smiled. "Not too embarrassing," he reassured the man, letting go of his endlessly-beating heart and drawing his hand down once more. "If you don't count the occasional escort, you're only the third person I've had sex with, too."

He drew his fingers out of Birkin's body and pressed closer, forcing his legs far apart with the weight of his body as he pressed the head of his cock against his entrance. Capturing his lips again, he pushed deep into Birkin's body, slowly but inexorably.

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Birkin half-wondered if Stein was counting Vanessa as an escort or not. He moaned into the kiss, arching his back as much he could despite the induced paralysis. His body started trembling slightly. "Fr-Franken..." Stein just seemed too impersonal at the moment. He wrapped his legs around the other man's waist, trying to pull him closer, whimpering softly.

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Through the haze of pleasure of Birkin's tight body squeezing him intimately, Stein noticed the change in name. The whimpering was very endearing, too.

It was always like this. First Spirit, and now Birkin. They cried and bitched and whined, but when it came down to it, they couldn't help themselves.

Seating himself deep in Birkin's body, he nipped at his lips and then devoured his mouth for a few long minutes, deliberately making it hard for Birkin to breathe. His hand explored deeper, pushing aside coils of intestines until he reached the prostate. This, he rubbed against deliberately, creating a sensation even more intense than he could produce from the other side with his cock.

"That's it, Birkin," he murmured, deliberately using his last name. Slowly, he began to thrust into Birkin's body, claiming his body deeply, inside and out.

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He moaned, desperate and breathless and needing more. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't think, and quite honestly he couldn't care less. For the night at least, Birkin belonged to the other scientist. And he loved it. But, damn, he wished his arms weren't shackled to the bed any more so he could wrap his arms around the scientist and make this seem a bit like a dirty, drunken hook-up in his head.

Birkin stared up at his... What was Stein to him now anyway? A friend with benefits? Fuck buddy? ...Lover? He'd figure it out some other time when he wasn't being ravaged like this. Regardless of what his new title was, Birkin stared up at him behind half-lidded eyes, mouth dry from trying (and failing) to catch his breath.

He tossed his head back with a lusty moan after a particularly fierce rub of his prostate, his own hips moving to meet Stein's thrusts. "Oh, God, Franken this is..." Birkin ran out of words, opting instead to lift his head off the bed and roughly push his lips against Stein's.

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Stein purred and grunted with pleasure, wrist-deep in Birkin's entrails and balls-deep in his ass. He pushed his legs up with his other arm, pinning his body as completely as he could, not wanting to do any damage to him in this incredibly vulnerable position.

He didn't know what it was, either. But he was definitely enjoying it.

Reaching around, he began to stroke Birkin's cock again, pounding into him, driving him towards orgasm. He was close himself, but there was a perverse part of him that wanted Birkin writhing and screaming with pleasure, even with his torso cut open and his blood running out onto Stein's sheets.

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Birkin gasped, his body shuddering as Stein's hand wrapped around his cock. Instinctively, he thrust his hips upwards, whimpering and and moaning with every movement. A few moments later, he tossed his head back and released himself with a loud shout.

His head flopped back down on the bed where the scientist proceeded to come down from his high. A content smile found its way across his lips as he closed his eyes. Intense. That was the word he was looking for a few minutes ago.

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Stein gasped as Birkin orgasmed, thrusting deep into the other man's spasming body one last time before his own climax took him and he emptied himself into Birkin. He shuddered and gasped, his finger still rubbing Birkin's prostate, pulling every drop of pleasure from the man.

Then he drew back and pulled out of his body - in more ways than one. Quickly, he grabbed a kit from his bedside table and began to stitch up the cut. Birkin hadn't lost too much blood - Stein had used a special technique of his own to keep him from bleeding too much. But at the end he had lost concentration and the blood had begun to flow. He couldn't waste time.

Even as he stitched, he saw that content smile and smiled himself. Yes, that had been intense. Perfect.

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Birkin cracked open his eyes and looked at the stitched up cut on his chest. "I don't usually compliment other doctors, but that looks fantastic." His smile turned into a smirk. "You would have been ashamed if you saw how terrible Jack's stitches looked." Granted, he usually never got to sew up his test subjects. They were either dead or they were Tyrants and didn't need the stitches.

His eyes flicked up to the handcuffs. "Anytime you want to let me go would be great, Stein."

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Stein chuckled, tying off the last stitch. His stitches were neat and perfect, it was true - once you'd learned how to stitch neatly enough to do it one-handed or on one's back, doing someone else was a piece of cake.

"Of course," he said cheerfully, grabbing the key and reaching up to unlock the cuffs. "I hope you aren't intending to run away now that you're free, though," he said teasingly. "Especially since the bloody part is already over."

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"If I didn't run from you after you had me on that operating table, there's really no point in trying to run now." Birkin sat up, rubbing his wrists. "Besides, even if I tried to run," his hand gestures were a bit too flamboyant, but he was just happy to be able to move again, "there is no way someone who looks like you wouldn't manage to catch up to a scrawny, overly-caffeinated man who hasn't even seen a treadmill in twenty years." He shrugged. The truth was the truth no matter which way you sliced it.

He leaned in a bit closer to Stein. "And to be honest, that was sort of fun." Birkin quickly pressed his lips to the other man's before smirking and laying back down.

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"You'd probably fall flat on your face if you tried, between the rum and the blood loss," Stein replied, grinning.

He returned the kiss, then bent over Birkin and gave him another one, slower and deeper. Possessive.

"From the way you reacted, I'd say it was more than 'sort of' fun," he murmured, then settled down onto the bed. This bed was getting a lot more use these days than it had in a long time.

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"Okay, fine. It was very fun. Don't let it go to your head," he said, moving over and laying his head on Stein's shoulder. "Your ego does not need to get any bigger." A smirk pulled at his lips. "If it did, I'd have to start calling you 'Wesker'."

Birkin closed his eyes and yawned. "I'll take another shower in the morning..." He sure as hell wasn't going home covered in blood. It was bad enough that he was going to end up leaving with his shirt in two pieces and a massive scar on his chest.

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Stein smiled and rested a hand on Birkin's shoulder. The numbness would wear off by morning, but at least right now Birkin wasn't in any pain from what Stein had done.

He also yawned, and chuckled. "Please don't. I don't think I'm quite at Wesker's level, quite yet." Nodding, he added. "Water's free. I'll need a shower of my own, too."

But for now, he was tired and still intoxicated. Life was pretty good, other than the witches and the fact that he was going nuts.

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"Go insane all you want," he mumbled into Stein's neck. "If you don't have a huge ego, you'll be fine no matter how many illnesses you figure out you have. And you're nowhere near Wesker's level. Not even close; you don't see yourself as a god, do you?" Birkin chuckled quietly and let out another yawn. "Night..." And with that, he fell asleep for the first time in several days.

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Stein chuckled. "No, not yet," he murmured, and let himself drift off as well, soothed by Birkin's gentle breathing and lulled to a deep sleep both by the sex and the alcohol.