A/N: Yes, DFury is dabbling in Resident Evil fanfiction. First up: WeskerXBirkin. Caution: There are a few curse words(though, if you can stand the gore of RE, swears should be no problem).^^
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Fifteen-year old William Birkin's hands trembled slightly as he cautiously poured the blue liquid from a beaker into a test tube filled with what appeared to be red ooze. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his face as his eyes narrowed. "Just a few more drops..."
"FWOOSH!" The door behind him slid open, startling him enough to cause his hands to slip. All of the blue liquid rushed into the tube, resulting in an overflow of purple foam. "Shit!" He released the tube and stood, backing away and shaking his now purple sleeves. The intruder behind him chuckled, raising the hairs on Birkin's neck. Frowning, Birkin swiveled around.
"Shut up, Albert! It's not funny!" The blond teen ran a hand through his hair and narrowed his blue eyes.
"Oh, if only this had happened yesterday. Then your lab coat could have matched your underwear!" Wicked laughter filled the air. Birkin's face flushed red and he resisted the urge to turn away. Instead, he grabbed the thing closest to him-a small notebook-and threw it, not truly aiming to hit. However, the book hit the laughing Wesker smack dab in the middle of his forehead.
Stunned, Albert staggered back a step, then growled as he regained his senses. William groaned and backed away, only to feel the lab table jab into his spine. "Great. My warning has just turned into a challenge." As Wesker approached, William felt himself become rooted to the spot. Wesker's fluid movement, his unwavering gaze... Birkin felt he might as well have angered a wild cat.
As Albert's hand lightly grazed Birkin's cheek, the virologist felt his body tremble. His legs were weak and he leaned farther back on the table to support himself. Wesker smirked, showing pearly white teeth. "Here come the fangs, aimed right for my jugular..." Lips pecked at a trembling neck as Albert's body pushed against the younger male's.
Birkin groaned and craned his neck back, letting out quick pants of breath as his pulse quickened and his pants tightened. Wesker licked and kissed at the thudding vein in William's neck, flashing his "fangs" again and again.
"Wesker..." groaned Birkin. He spread his legs and pulled Wesker closer to him. His head was spinning and all he could think was, "Please, now, right now, please..." However, Albert continued laying waste to Birkin's neck, seemingly oblivious to what William wanted. Frustrated, Birkin took hold of the older man's head and pulled him up for a kiss. They kissed passionately for a few moments.
Then, Wesker's teeth clamped down on William's tongue. Crying out in pain, Birkin broke away and pushed at Wesker's chest. He turned his head and spit out blood, then raised a hand to his mouth. Meanwhile, Wesker simply turned up his nose and left for the door.
As he exited, he said, "Remember this lesson, you pampered brat: never try to control me. Make this mistake again and I shall do more than bite your tongue."