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William Birkin hates it when things stand in his way.
Like Chris.
He hates that.
William Birkin hates it when something he wants can't be his.
Because something stands in his way.
Like Steve…
It irritates him.
Beyond belief.
So when someone outright tells him no…
Blatantly refusing him access…
Like Wesker…
…Well…
William Birkin doesn't like being denied what is rightfully his.
William Birkin hates being denied full stop.
William Birkin always gets what he wants.
Always…
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She let out a small 'oof' as her back hit the wall, wrists pinned above her head.
"Will-"
"Shh." his lips stop any further protests on her part as she melts against his touch, having been without it for far too long.
If their trysts were discovered, the repercussions would be severe. Neither could afford to be caught, not after last time.
She is mine. No other will touch her again. None.
His lips travelled down her face, to her soft-skinned neck.
She bit back a soft moan as he marked her as his, a bruise easily hidden by clothing, but she'd know it was there.
"Mine…" he murmured, kissing the mark.
"…Yours." she agreed.
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The hand around his throat tightened considerably, and he gasped for air, hands clawing at the muscled arm.
"Please!" He pleaded, throat raw.
"If I ever catch you near her again…I swear…you will not live to see another day."
The hand was pulled away, but only after slamming the good doctor into the wall, hard enough to dent the steel. He slumped to the floor, gasping and choking.
"You've been warned, Birkin."
As he watched the BOW's retreating back, his mind whirred and into place clicked the perfect plan.
Redfield would suffer for keeping him his love.
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He advanced till she was pressed between him and the wall, green and silver eyes locked onto her bright blue ones. She was afraid.
He reached out and brushed a strand of her soft, red hair from her beautiful face, smiling slightly.
"What's wrong Claire?" he breathed in her scent, loving how the spicy scent of her skin was enhanced by his powers. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"You shouldn't be doing this S-"
He cut her off with a deep kiss, pressing even closer, an arm wrapped around her back to pull her closer, the other holding the back of her head.
He let her go reluctantly when she started struggling.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't do that." she muttered, turning her face away.
"Do what? This?"
He kissed her again, smirking to himself as she went limp, her slim fingers clinging to his shirt.
In a swift movement, both her hands were against the wall, above her head. She sighed mentally. People seemed to enjoy doing that to her.
He kissed her yet again, and before she knew it, he was unwittingly retracing Will's earlier steps, pushing aside the collar of her shirt-
"Steve don't-"
He froze and pulled away, looking in horror at the bruise at the junction between her neck and shoulder.
"Steve I can explain-"
He pushed away from the wall. "You…you lied to me. To us. You lied to Chris! You swore! You're still seeing that son of a bitch!"
"Steve I-"
"No! How could you Claire! Look what he did to me! To your brother! We're monsters because of him! Don't speak to me until its really over Claire." He turned on his heel and stormed off.
"…Steve…"
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As the boy stormed off, Will smirked from his vantage point above them. A small win for him. But his true victory was yet to be finished…
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"What does he see in you? What do either of them see in you?"
She stood in the centre of Wesker's office as he paced a slow circle around her, about to send her on her newest mission.
"What is it about you that ensnares the hearts of two of my employees upon your first meeting?" he questioned, fiery eyes only just hidden behind darkened specs.
She didn't answer, herself unsure.
He disappeared from view, and she was yanked back sharply by her ponytail, eliciting a cry from the younger woman.
"Wesker!"
"You obviously enjoy their affections, the attention." He drew her back against him, loving how she tensed up. He held no romantic interest for the girl whatsoever, but he did love her reactions to his false advances.
"L-let me go."
"Why?" he breathed against her neck, hiding a slight smirk as she shivered, trying to pull away herself. Tormenting her was far too much fun.
"If you don't, Chris might have something to say about it."
A clear warning.
He hesitated then let go of her hair, moving away. Wesker didn't enjoy fighting with Chris. It usually became…violent.
"Your next assignment will have you occupied for a few months…"
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She was away.
It was almost too perfect.
The timing, that is.
It was ready.