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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.

Date: 2009-06-23 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin looked off to the side. Stein's looks were just... Creepy. Besides, the way that question was phrased sounded like a thinly veiled threat and if it got him home in one piece... He closed his eyes, he hated to do this but... Wesker could go to hell, quite frankly. "He's alive, alright? Now, untie me and let me go!"

After a few seconds he chuckled to himself. "If this is what you did with Vanessa, it's no small wonder she likes you so much." It made perfect sense now.

Date: 2009-06-23 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin raised his arm to his face, wiping most of the blood onto his sleeve. Yet another stain to add to his "collection". He thought about Stein's question for a second. "If you're releasing me of your own choosing, there's no reason for me to run. Besides, I need a few drinks after that." He smirked.

What was Stein's secret? He'd never had any test subject react so quickly and succumb to their fears without even an incision... But then, he knew what the other scientist was capable of and the sorts of things he'd be more than willing to do. But with one arm free, Birkin's confidence came back with a vengeance.

Date: 2009-06-23 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin sat up, ignoring the rush of dizziness that hit him. Whether it was Stein's fault or because he'd been drinking, the scientist didn't really know, but he wasn't sure he actually cared. He stared Stein's hand warily for a moment, then back up at his cheerful face before figuring he could touch it without getting another shock. He swung his legs over the side of the table and grabbed Stein's hand, hoisting himself to the floor.

"Can you... Kill someone by doing that?" Birkin leaned heavily on his companion, clutching onto his arm, far too exhausted to actually bother holding himself up. A moment later, he straightened himself a bit and began walking, albeit shakily, back to the living room with a bit of a smirk on his face. "And just so you know, I've learned my lesson and will never make fun of your bolt again."

Date: 2009-06-24 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin immediately collapsed on the couch and took a gulp of rum. If he remembered any of this in the morning, it certainly wasn't from lack of trying. "You said you've killed serial killers though. Or do you just do that the old fashioned way?" He sat in silence for a few minutes, toying with the notion of asking Stein how long he was unconscious or if he really would have cut him open if not for that promise, but he firmly decided he didn't want to know. "Before I leave, I should probably shower or something. If I go back looking like this, someone's bound to notice. You don't mind, do you?"

Date: 2009-06-24 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"He can do what?" What the fuck was up with this world? Well, people could evidently electrocute others whenever they damn well felt like it so other people turning into scythes wasn't so far fetched. Other than, you know, the fact that it was. He set the beaker down on the table again. "You've cut him open, right? Is there any difference in his anatomy because he can do that?" Not that Birkin would really know the answer in the morning, but he still had to ask.

Birkin smirked slightly, drawing his legs up onto the couch. "The couch? Stein, I'm hurt!" The scientist gasped in mock-offense. "I might try to get promoted to an actual bed by flirting with you again if you're not careful." He reached over and grabbed the beaker, taking another drink while raising an eyebrow in Stein's direction. In truth, he really didn't mind sleeping on the couch, he just knew his back would be very angry with him in the morning if he did.

Date: 2009-06-24 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin nodded slowly. Made sense that it was genetic. Maybe one day he'd try to figure out which one was the dominant trait. "As long as you aren't planning to take me down to the lab in the middle of the night and experiment on me, I have no reason to be nervous. And even if you were, it's not especially inconvenient for you to carry me from your couch. If that is what you want from me, my fate is more or less sealed." He managed to smile pleasantly. Despite that earlier... Indiscretion, Birkin still inexplicably trusted Stein.

Finishing off the rest of his glass, the scientist remember why he hated going on dates: He really hated flirting with people. "I..." Birkin was originally planning on just doing what Vanessa would do. But then he realized Vanessa would probably just unzip his pants and go from there, which would require at least another beaker of rum. "You wouldn't mind sharing," he whispered into Stein's ear. A hand was placed gingerly on the other man's thigh.

"Would you, Doctor?" Birkin was thankful he wasn't stuttering this time, though he was fairly positive his was that lovely shade of cherry red that he always seemed to turn in these situations. He stared at the scar on Stein's cheek for a second before smirking and realizing he might actually have something to work with there. "Maybe you could show me the rest of your scars." He quirked an eyebrow and let a mischievous smile take over his face.

Vanessa really was a bad influence on him.

Date: 2009-06-24 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Well, that was something Birkin wasn't expecting. The scientist sat there, completely dumbstruck and stiff as a board, not really sure how to react. How the hell did he even get himself into this? That bed had better be worth all this... He clasped the collar of Stein's labcoat, slowly starting to kiss him back.

Birkin broke the kiss a few moments, blushing madly. "So... Where's that bed you promised?"

Date: 2009-06-25 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin grabbed onto Stein's wrist gently, coughing a little. He'd been half-strangled like by Wesker quite a few times; he had a method for gaining pity and getting himself released. "That all depends. Which answer is going to get you to let me breathe again?" A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Though, the shower might wake me up a bit so..." If it wasn't for the rum, Birkin would seriously be questioning where that last statement came from. At least he actually had a valid excuse for his behavior.

Date: 2009-06-25 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
So, his little trick didn't work on Stein. Interesting. He looked down at Stein's hand for a moment. "You really like leading me by the neck, don't you?" First with the tie, now this. Next thing he knew, he was going to be wearing a collar like Vanessa.

"Sounds... Sounds great." The phrase 'we can head to bed' wasn't one Birkin got to hear that often. Especially coming from other men. He swallowed nervously. "Lead the way."

Date: 2009-06-25 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin swallowed hard. If the night ended with him being found dead in a pit in the basement... Well, that would put a damper on things to say the least. He stood up, following closely behind Stein, half-wondering why he didn't just get a 'Through that door, fifth room on the right' or something. "Th-thank you. For letting me stay here tonight..." he mumbled.

The scientist chuckled a bit. "You know, when I originally brought up the idea of us having a drink together, this isn't quite what came to mind." If nothing else, he was figuring it would involve less kissing. And if anyone was going to be bleeding, he figured it would be some poor Licker or something, not himself.

Date: 2009-06-25 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"No, I'm not complaining," Birkin stated simply. In a few ways, that was worse. At least if he was complaining he wouldn't have to justify any of this to himself in the morning and could just write it off as Stein taking advantage of him while he was drunk. He stared at the shattered mirror for several moments before thanking Stein for the directions and shutting himself inside the tiny bathroom.

Birkin genuinely enjoyed the shower; he really needed one at this point, not only thanks to the blood on his face, but also because he had to wash about a week's worth of dirt and grease and grime off of himself. He let himself linger under the water for a bit, but eventually managed to tear away from the faucet and dry himself off.

He appeared in Stein's bedroom a few minutes after that, completely re-dressed other than his labcoat, damp hair hanging limply in his face. Birkin smirked at the other scientist. "Miss me?"

Date: 2009-06-26 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin pressed into the kiss. He had to admit, there was something so exhilarating about being kissed so roughly. Perhaps it was just the rum, but submitting seemed to come so much easier to him than dominating did.

Delicately, almost fearfully, he began tracing the stitched-up scars that stood out on Stein's chest. What the hell was Stein actually trying to do? Rip out his heart and give it to someone as a gift? He did seem to have a flair for being a bit dramatic.

"If this is the reaction I get when I shower," he mumbled after breaking their kiss, "I should really start doing it more often..." Birkin sauntered towards the bed, leisurely beginning to unfasten the buttons on his shirt as he walked. He looked over his shoulder at Stein with a smirk. "Coming?"

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