unknownrival | [RL with Birkin - you! I wanna take you to a gay bar!]

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[RL with Birkin - you! I wanna take you to a gay bar!]

"I don't know what to do in this situation," Issei explained, gripping his drink (water) tightly. He was considering clinging to Birkin, the only familiar person in this whole place.

They were at a bar. A gay bar. For people looking for dates. Issei already had a boyfriend. Even if he had been single, he wasn't one for the loose atmosphere. What was going on? Why was he at such a place?

Well, because Birkin had asked him to and he'd accepted. Now here he was, nervously looking around and trying not to panic.

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Issei blinked, but returned the hug. "Of course we're friends. Why wouldn't I trust you, apart from the obvious reasons?" He offered Birkin a small smile. "Don't worry. A monk should be used to much more uncomfortable conditions than a couch. And I like cats, so there shouldn't be any issues there at all."

Stein returned, heralded by a cloud of smoke, with his arms loaded down with a pile of bedding.

"Here we go!" he said around the cigarette in his mouth, starting to spread the sheet over the couch. He had a nice soft duvet and a pillow. Issei should be comfortable.

Birkin pulls away from Issei, smiling sheepishly. He sort of wondered where Stein found the sheets, but he'd never really looked through the various closets in the house so maybe there were extra linens tucked away somewhere.

He gave Issei a quick half smile. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know, alright? Just, uh, knock first." A blush crept across his face.

However red Birkin's face might have been, Issei's was twice so. The thought of interrupting whatever Birkin and Stein were getting up to in their spare time... "I-I won't forget. You can count on it."

Stein snickered softly, quickly making up the bed for the boy.

"Sleep well, Issei-kun~ and watch out for Krauser. He's cranky in the morning."

Then he sobered and reached for Birkin, hooking two fingers in the back of his collar. "You're coming with me, William."

Birkin made a squawking noise before turning around and following Stein out of the living room, waving slightly at Issei as he left. "See you in the morning."

"Y...you too," Issei mumbled, before burying his face in his hands. "I didn't need to think about that..."

Stein grinned, his fingers still hooked in Birkin's collar as he walked all the way back to their bedroom. "So you killed someone and brought home a stray," he said, twisting the knob to open the door and leaning in close as if to kiss his boyfriend. "Sounds like you had an exciting night."

He chucked. "And I drove through those sea mines while I was drunk. It was quite the adventure." Birkin smirked, wrapping his arms around Stein's neck, though whether it was from affection or whether he was worried he was going to fall over was very debatable. "He's scared of you. Thinks you're going to hurt me." He leans in the rest of the way and gives Stein a quick kiss.

"I probably am," Stein said ominously, but he was grinning. He hummed into the kiss and pushed them both through the door, kicking it closed behind him.

"So tell me about your adventure," he said, tugging at Birkin's clothes. He was pretty sure Issei wasn't Birkin's type, so the possessiveness was more playful than anything else. He was just honestly curious about what the hell was going on here.

Plus he liked Birkin when he was drunk and happy.

Birkin obediently unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. "Well, I invited Issei out to a gay bar with me. I figured the kid could use some help in the flirting department." He smirked and giggled a bit. "And you know how good I am at it! So I told him to go flirt with a few people, I got a bit distracted and wasn't watching him." A small blush crept across Birkin's cheeks. "And then this asshole started getting all touchy feely with the kid and I... Accidentally killed him when my virus decided to activate itself. I don't think Issei noticed, though."

He wound his arms around Stein's waist, goofy smile on his face. "So what'd you get up to while I was gone?"

Stein pulled his own shirt off while Birkin spoke, letting it fall to the floor. He wrapped his arms around Birkin and pushed him gently to the bed, straddling him.

"You accidentally killed him? Now who's the hero?" Stein teased, running his fingers greedily over the scars he'd left in Birkin's chest.

"Hmm, I didn't do too much. Tuned up your moth and gave it a new power source," he murmured, bending to kiss and nuzzle along Birkin's throat. "I didn't get to flirt with any underaged boys, that's for sure."

"Maybe my Tyrant side is more heroic than I am," he said with a small snicker.

Birkin sighed contentedly. This was nice. A small part of him wished Issei could see them simply so he could say 'Told you he wouldn't hurt me.' His blush suddenly got darker at Stein's insinuation. "I-I wasn't flirting with him! I swear I wasn't! I love you and only you." He leaned up and kissed at his neck desperately. "What do I have to do to prove that to you? Because whatever it is, I'll do it."

"Maybe, but I doubt it," Stein murmured, smiling. "I like to think there's a secret heroic side to you, buried under everything else."

He nuzzled and nibbled at his throat, drawing his fingernails down Birkin's chest. The blunt nails caught on the raised scar tissue and he shivered as a rush of heat went through him.

"I know you love me," he whispered. "I know it, William. Besides, he doesn't seem like your type. But I like to keep you on your toes."

Birkin gasped slightly as he was scratched. The sensation wasn't painful exactly, but it still felt strange as anything, especially on the fresher scars. He forced himself to hold still and not flinch away, though, honestly worried Stein was just paying him lip service and really was offended he ran off with Issei for the night.

"Don't scare me like that," he mumbled, running his fingers through Stein's hair. "You know how paranoid I get..."

"I know," Stein murmured, lifting up and stealing a kiss. "You're enough to make me paranoid too, you know," he went on, a little severely. "Leaving a message with an obvious lie, coming home drunk. Really, you're lucky I believe you about what you did, and don't think you're lying."

He slid a knee between Birkin's legs, pressing his knee right up against his balls. It wasn't painful, but not the most comfortable thing he'd ever done, either. "You aren't lying, right?"

Birkin whimpered softly, his face falling until he looked about as horrified as possible. "N-no! Of course I'm not!" His hands gripped at the sides of Stein's face, looking half like he was worried Stein was about to get up and walk away and half like he was about to burst into tears. "No, no no... No. I just... I just... I didn't even do anything!"

"Shhh," Stein hushed him gently, pressing a finger to Birkin's lips. "I just don't understand," he said. "You left me a note... it didn't say 'I'm going to a gay bar with Issei'. It was a blatant lie."

He slipped his other hand into his pocket and produced a fresh new scalpel. He ripped the wrapper off with his teeth, then spat it out. The metal glinted.

"I just don't understand why you lied in the first place, if you weren't doing anything wrong."

The blade flicked out lazily, and blood beaded up in a line from Birkin's sternum to his right nipple.

Birkin winced slightly at the cut, but he could barely feel it over the panic and dread that was quickly overtaking most of his mind. "I, I don't know. I'm sorry! I just..." He held back a sob. "I didn't mean to! It was... Adachi, h-he..." Birkin knew he shouldn't bother trying to lie and pin this on someone else; that'd just make things worse. "I mean... I'm sorry. I didn't lie to you, it was just... I was going to tell you where I was when I got back anyway!"

Stein hummed and flicked the blade again, painting the metal crimson. Then he tapped the tip of the blade against his lips thoughtfully, leaving a red drop behind on his lower lip.

"Were you trying to make sure I didn't worry?" he asked, offering the older man a way out, curious if he'd take it. He hadn't quite expected this level of panic, though he wasn't really complaining.

Drunk Birkin tended to overreact. He remembered now.

Birkin considered what Stein said, trying to make sure that his way out was actually a way out and that it couldn't turn on him. "Yes. I just didn't want you to worry about me," he murmured after deciding that it was a safe explanation as far as he could tell. He started trying to take deep breaths to calm himself, but every time he inhaled too much, his newest cuts started to hurt and he figured it just wasn't worth it. "I'm sorry..."

Stein bent and kissed him deeply, softly. "I forgive you," he murmured against his lover's lips. He knew Birkin had only said that because it was a safe route out, not because it was true. "But don't do it again. I don't want you to lie to me... it makes me not trust you, and then I get nervous."

He dragged his fingers gently down Birkin's chest, his fingers rubbing over the new cuts and awakening the sting of them, smearing drops of blood over his pale chest. Then he flicked his fingers against a nipple, rocking his hips against Birkin's thigh.

"Okay? Please don't lie to me, William."

Birkin returned the kiss eagerly, desperately, acting like a wounded animal begging for affection. He hissed at the cuts, his panic subsided enough to let him pay attention to things like pain again, but he didn't make a move to get away, realizing that for all the trouble this little excursion caused, he deserved it.

"I-I won't. I didn't mean to make you so nervous." Birkin softly traced his fingers down the scar on Stein's face. "Please don't hate me for this, I didn't know what else to do..." He lifted his hips slightly and bit down gently on his shoulder. "Would you let me make it up to you?"

Stein beamed, flicking the nipple with his fingers and then giving him another kiss, like rewarding a dog for good behaviour. "I don't hate you. I couldn't do that," he assured Birkin.

He shifted, rolling his hips against him again. "But of course you can make it up to me. That'd make me feel a lot better."

He blushed fiercely, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a groan. "W-well, what do you want me to do for you? Just say the word and I'll do it." Birkin kissed down Stein's collarbone sweetly, but he still looked a little panicked and worried. He was still expecting Stein to stand up and walk away. He curled his hands around his shoulders, holding him close. "Just don't leave," he whispered, mostly to himself. "Please don't leave."

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