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Title: Sentences
Fandom: Resident Evil
Prompt: 50 different words
Pairing: Wesker/Birkin
Rating: PG-13? Yeah, I'm going with that.
Warnings: Nothing worse than some angst and the occasional hinting of sexytiems.
Wordcount: 1,563
Summary: They're sentences. That I wrote. To prompts. Keep up guys.
Author's Notes: For LJ's 50 sentences community that I cannot remember the exact address of.
Comfort Even though the younger scientist was often seen hunched over his desk, fast asleep, Albert always wondered how he managed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep in that awkward position. Kiss “That was your first kiss, I assume?” Albert asked with a bemused smile on his face, not really needing an answer; the bright red face and look of pure shock on William’s face said it all. Soft William had to admit that his inexplicably uncomfortable bed at the training facility seemed so much softer when he was forced to share it with his part rival, part lab partner and his black-as-midnight sunglasses.
Pain
Whenever they fought, Wesker always got a little more violent than he meant to - because Albert would never mean to hurt him, William fervently reminded himself as he nursed his bruised arm with some ice.
Potatoes
Though they complained about working at the Arklay Research Facility frequently, both Wesker and Birkin had to admit the cooks there knew how to make some amazing potatoes au gratin.
Rain
Birkin never considered himself a romantic person, but that was the only word he could think of that accurately described the action of kissing in the rain.
Chocolate
Wesker opened his mailbox one dreary February day only to see a small red box tucked in the corner with a hastily scribbled note in Birkin’s messy handwriting accompanying it: “You’ve caused a chemical imbalance of serotonin and oxytocin in my brain.”
Happiness
With Marcus out of the way, they were significantly happier working in the labs at all hours of the night, perhaps because it was finally just the two of them.
Telephone
Birkin picked the phone in his lab up, figuring he’d end up saying his typical “I’ll be home in a few, ‘Nette,” but the deep, accented voice that introduced itself with a low chuckle and the phrase “Are you alone?” told him he probably wouldn’t be getting home any time soon.
Ears
Maybe it was just because he spent so many hours staring at the younger man, but Albert could swear that one of Birkin’s ears stuck out a bit more than the other.
Name
Teeth clamped around his neck and, after a breathless gasp, he moaned the other man’s name needily.
Sensual
Those wide, bright blue eyes stared at him through too-long dirty blond bangs as pink lips parted slightly and the boy’s head tilted forward, toward him, eyes narrowing into a lusty gaze when - Albert was snapped out of his fantasy when he realized Marcus had been yelling at him to do something or other.
Death
The news of his death shook Birkin harder than it should have; two months later, Wesker would be thinking the same of him.
Sex
Wesker counted the days until William’s eighteenth birthday because only then would he be able to finally stop feeling so damn guilty about fucking the younger soon-to-be-man.
Touch
Subtlety wasn’t William’s strong suit; no matter how hard he tried to not make his affections known, those lingering touches when he needed to get Albert’s attention gave him away entirely.
Weakness
It was a cold morning in early October when Albert decided to survey the crater formerly known as Raccoon City - he chose that same cold morning to give the rocks and dust a rather pathetic display by falling to his knees and sobbing loudly into the desolate landscape.
Tears
Wesker couldn’t understand why Birkin was clinging to him and crying because he could only hear snippets of what the younger man was saying - something about a ten-year-old girl.
Speed
It all happened too fast - the younger blond tripped, fell, cut himself on the scalpel he was holding, and bleeding out of a nasty-looking gash on his arm all in the span of four seconds.
Wind
There were few times, Wesker realized, that Birkin looked sexy rather than cute - but it was hard to deny that he didn’t look sexy when he was frowning slightly as the wind made his hair and labcoat whip around him.
Freedom
They were given the freedom to wander around the mansion as they pleased, however, as they took stock of the various keys and crests and what-have-you they’d managed to find, they realized being allowed to wander though Spencer’s Mansion was just as much of a curse as a blessing.
Life
Being around death so often made them realize how lucky they were to have life.
Jealousy
“All you ever talk about these days is that Redfield guy - what gives!” “You’re not jealous are you, William?”
Hands
Birkin looked around nervously for a second before entwining his hand with Wesker’s as they wandered down a non-descript hallway.
Taste
Albert was without a doubt obsessed with his younger lab partner; while watching William - that was his name, he was positive - hunched over a microscope, Wesker would find himself wondering what the boy would taste like.
Devotion
Adultery was a fuzzy concept to Birkin; on one hand, he felt bad for sleeping with Wesker behind Annette’s back, but on the other, Wesker was here first and Annette was technically his “other” lover.
Forever
William snuggled into Albert’s bare chest and smiled to himself; if it didn’t mean never getting to work on his viruses again, he could definitely stay like this forever.
Blood
Wesker bit down on his bottom lip and he gasped; the older blond simply chuckled and lapped up the trail of blood that was making its way down his chin.
Sickness
Birkin was no nurse and Wesker hated being cared for, but that didn’t stop the younger man from getting his friend some soup and bringing it up to their room.
Melody
He sat at the piano and closed his eyes and let the music take hold of him as he played; once his song was finished, he heard applause and looking around revealed a rather amused Wesker leaning in the doorframe.
Star
His silly little subordinate had the most ridiculous infatuation with him, Wesker thought with mild amusement as the brunette drunkenly offered to have sex with him; it was tempting, but “Captain” Wesker always had a thing for blonds, honestly.
Home
Dear old Mom and Dad couldn’t help but raise eyebrows when their perfect prodigy of a son decided to bring home a rather attractive British man one Christmas.
Confusion
The younger blond tilted his head, “You’ve been looking at me really weirdly recently, you alright, Wesker?”
Fear
The very instant Albert made a note of the freckles that covered William’s shoulders, the younger boy’s face contorted in fear as the let out a feeble, “But you like them, right?”
Lightning/Thunder
Thunderstorms were William’s favorite; when the power went out in the labs, it was nearly pitch black and while no one else could see, he and Albert would use the opportunity to sneak in a quick kiss.
Bonds
Birkin wasn’t sure at what point he decided he wanted to make Wesker happy and let himself be roughly tied to the bed, but he wasn’t sure he liked it.
Market
Even though they both knew he couldn’t cook, it was still a nice gesture that Birkin would constantly go to the grocery store in the vain hope that he might be able to make Wesker something to eat.
Technology
No matter how often Wesker tried to explain how to work the new centrifuge in the lab, Birkin still couldn’t manage to make it work and would complain about how technology hated him for the next few hours.
Gift
It was a rare gift for William to find a way to get Wesker to smile.
Smile
Albert, however, found it was far harder to get the younger scientist to stop smiling in his presence.
Innocence
Face flushed behind freckled cheeks, half-lidded eyes cloudy with embarrassment and lust – the very picture of innocence just ripe for the taking in Wesker’s opinion.
Completion
Birkin’s head set itself on Wesker’s shoulder as he whispered a near-silent, “You complete me.”
Clouds
“It looks like a neuron – or a rabbit.” The other man laughed so hard he nearly cried.
Sky
His little genius knew something about everything, evidenced in the way he was currently staring up at the sky naming the stars and constellations.
Heaven
Their relationship, Birkin realized with a frown, wasn’t exactly heaven.
Hell
But it wasn’t hell either, he thought as the other man leaned forward with puckered lips.
Sun
The sun was shining, the grass was green, and Marcus was dead, allowing them to start working on their own theories.
Moon
Immediately after getting rid of the body, Albert practically tackled him, skin and hair shimmering in the moonlight; maybe there was something about murder that Wesker… Liked.
Waves
He waved to his parents and ran over to them with a smile, hugging them; Wesker hadn’t felt so alone in a long time.
Hair
His hair was always slicked back and it took considerable effort and movement to change that, but then William was always up for a challenge.
Supernova
The day was hot, too hot even for the middle of the summer; labcoats were discarded, ties were pulled off, shirts were unbuttoned, and by the looks the two young men were giving each other out of the corners of their eyes, it was obvious what would end up coming off next.
Fandom: Resident Evil
Prompt: 50 different words
Pairing: Wesker/Birkin
Rating: PG-13? Yeah, I'm going with that.
Warnings: Nothing worse than some angst and the occasional hinting of sexytiems.
Wordcount: 1,563
Summary: They're sentences. That I wrote. To prompts. Keep up guys.
Author's Notes: For LJ's 50 sentences community that I cannot remember the exact address of.
Comfort Even though the younger scientist was often seen hunched over his desk, fast asleep, Albert always wondered how he managed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep in that awkward position. Kiss “That was your first kiss, I assume?” Albert asked with a bemused smile on his face, not really needing an answer; the bright red face and look of pure shock on William’s face said it all. Soft William had to admit that his inexplicably uncomfortable bed at the training facility seemed so much softer when he was forced to share it with his part rival, part lab partner and his black-as-midnight sunglasses.
Pain
Whenever they fought, Wesker always got a little more violent than he meant to - because Albert would never mean to hurt him, William fervently reminded himself as he nursed his bruised arm with some ice.
Potatoes
Though they complained about working at the Arklay Research Facility frequently, both Wesker and Birkin had to admit the cooks there knew how to make some amazing potatoes au gratin.
Rain
Birkin never considered himself a romantic person, but that was the only word he could think of that accurately described the action of kissing in the rain.
Chocolate
Wesker opened his mailbox one dreary February day only to see a small red box tucked in the corner with a hastily scribbled note in Birkin’s messy handwriting accompanying it: “You’ve caused a chemical imbalance of serotonin and oxytocin in my brain.”
Happiness
With Marcus out of the way, they were significantly happier working in the labs at all hours of the night, perhaps because it was finally just the two of them.
Telephone
Birkin picked the phone in his lab up, figuring he’d end up saying his typical “I’ll be home in a few, ‘Nette,” but the deep, accented voice that introduced itself with a low chuckle and the phrase “Are you alone?” told him he probably wouldn’t be getting home any time soon.
Ears
Maybe it was just because he spent so many hours staring at the younger man, but Albert could swear that one of Birkin’s ears stuck out a bit more than the other.
Name
Teeth clamped around his neck and, after a breathless gasp, he moaned the other man’s name needily.
Sensual
Those wide, bright blue eyes stared at him through too-long dirty blond bangs as pink lips parted slightly and the boy’s head tilted forward, toward him, eyes narrowing into a lusty gaze when - Albert was snapped out of his fantasy when he realized Marcus had been yelling at him to do something or other.
Death
The news of his death shook Birkin harder than it should have; two months later, Wesker would be thinking the same of him.
Sex
Wesker counted the days until William’s eighteenth birthday because only then would he be able to finally stop feeling so damn guilty about fucking the younger soon-to-be-man.
Touch
Subtlety wasn’t William’s strong suit; no matter how hard he tried to not make his affections known, those lingering touches when he needed to get Albert’s attention gave him away entirely.
Weakness
It was a cold morning in early October when Albert decided to survey the crater formerly known as Raccoon City - he chose that same cold morning to give the rocks and dust a rather pathetic display by falling to his knees and sobbing loudly into the desolate landscape.
Tears
Wesker couldn’t understand why Birkin was clinging to him and crying because he could only hear snippets of what the younger man was saying - something about a ten-year-old girl.
Speed
It all happened too fast - the younger blond tripped, fell, cut himself on the scalpel he was holding, and bleeding out of a nasty-looking gash on his arm all in the span of four seconds.
Wind
There were few times, Wesker realized, that Birkin looked sexy rather than cute - but it was hard to deny that he didn’t look sexy when he was frowning slightly as the wind made his hair and labcoat whip around him.
Freedom
They were given the freedom to wander around the mansion as they pleased, however, as they took stock of the various keys and crests and what-have-you they’d managed to find, they realized being allowed to wander though Spencer’s Mansion was just as much of a curse as a blessing.
Life
Being around death so often made them realize how lucky they were to have life.
Jealousy
“All you ever talk about these days is that Redfield guy - what gives!” “You’re not jealous are you, William?”
Hands
Birkin looked around nervously for a second before entwining his hand with Wesker’s as they wandered down a non-descript hallway.
Taste
Albert was without a doubt obsessed with his younger lab partner; while watching William - that was his name, he was positive - hunched over a microscope, Wesker would find himself wondering what the boy would taste like.
Devotion
Adultery was a fuzzy concept to Birkin; on one hand, he felt bad for sleeping with Wesker behind Annette’s back, but on the other, Wesker was here first and Annette was technically his “other” lover.
Forever
William snuggled into Albert’s bare chest and smiled to himself; if it didn’t mean never getting to work on his viruses again, he could definitely stay like this forever.
Blood
Wesker bit down on his bottom lip and he gasped; the older blond simply chuckled and lapped up the trail of blood that was making its way down his chin.
Sickness
Birkin was no nurse and Wesker hated being cared for, but that didn’t stop the younger man from getting his friend some soup and bringing it up to their room.
Melody
He sat at the piano and closed his eyes and let the music take hold of him as he played; once his song was finished, he heard applause and looking around revealed a rather amused Wesker leaning in the doorframe.
Star
His silly little subordinate had the most ridiculous infatuation with him, Wesker thought with mild amusement as the brunette drunkenly offered to have sex with him; it was tempting, but “Captain” Wesker always had a thing for blonds, honestly.
Home
Dear old Mom and Dad couldn’t help but raise eyebrows when their perfect prodigy of a son decided to bring home a rather attractive British man one Christmas.
Confusion
The younger blond tilted his head, “You’ve been looking at me really weirdly recently, you alright, Wesker?”
Fear
The very instant Albert made a note of the freckles that covered William’s shoulders, the younger boy’s face contorted in fear as the let out a feeble, “But you like them, right?”
Lightning/Thunder
Thunderstorms were William’s favorite; when the power went out in the labs, it was nearly pitch black and while no one else could see, he and Albert would use the opportunity to sneak in a quick kiss.
Bonds
Birkin wasn’t sure at what point he decided he wanted to make Wesker happy and let himself be roughly tied to the bed, but he wasn’t sure he liked it.
Market
Even though they both knew he couldn’t cook, it was still a nice gesture that Birkin would constantly go to the grocery store in the vain hope that he might be able to make Wesker something to eat.
Technology
No matter how often Wesker tried to explain how to work the new centrifuge in the lab, Birkin still couldn’t manage to make it work and would complain about how technology hated him for the next few hours.
Gift
It was a rare gift for William to find a way to get Wesker to smile.
Smile
Albert, however, found it was far harder to get the younger scientist to stop smiling in his presence.
Innocence
Face flushed behind freckled cheeks, half-lidded eyes cloudy with embarrassment and lust – the very picture of innocence just ripe for the taking in Wesker’s opinion.
Completion
Birkin’s head set itself on Wesker’s shoulder as he whispered a near-silent, “You complete me.”
Clouds
“It looks like a neuron – or a rabbit.” The other man laughed so hard he nearly cried.
Sky
His little genius knew something about everything, evidenced in the way he was currently staring up at the sky naming the stars and constellations.
Heaven
Their relationship, Birkin realized with a frown, wasn’t exactly heaven.
Hell
But it wasn’t hell either, he thought as the other man leaned forward with puckered lips.
Sun
The sun was shining, the grass was green, and Marcus was dead, allowing them to start working on their own theories.
Moon
Immediately after getting rid of the body, Albert practically tackled him, skin and hair shimmering in the moonlight; maybe there was something about murder that Wesker… Liked.
Waves
He waved to his parents and ran over to them with a smile, hugging them; Wesker hadn’t felt so alone in a long time.
Hair
His hair was always slicked back and it took considerable effort and movement to change that, but then William was always up for a challenge.
Supernova
The day was hot, too hot even for the middle of the summer; labcoats were discarded, ties were pulled off, shirts were unbuttoned, and by the looks the two young men were giving each other out of the corners of their eyes, it was obvious what would end up coming off next.