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

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."

Stein rolled onto his back, dragging Birkin on top of him and wrapping both arms around him tightly, crushing the older man to his scarred chest and burying his face in the soft blond hair.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "Not anywhere. Calm down, William... I won't leave you over something like this."

He stroked a hand down Birkin's back, then loosened his grip. "Ride me," he murmured. "And we'll call it square."

Stein's grip knocked the air out of his lungs, but Birkin wasn't complaining. He felt safe like this, despite the slightly-ominous 'over something like this'. By the time his arms loosened up, Birkin was seriously considering pretending he'd just fallen asleep. But he realized that'd only be another lie, and he'd only get in more trouble if he tried to pull something like that.

Not like he really minded his punishment at all. It definitely could have been a lot worse and a hell of a lot more painful, as the bloody cuts on his chest evidenced. He sat up, straddling his lover and looking slightly uncomfortable. "Okay. But um. You're not allowed to mention where I was to anyone. Deal?"

Stein cocked his head, smirking. "You don't want anyone to know that you went to a gay bar with a teenager? Whyever not?"

As he spoke, he opened Birkin's pants and tugged them down, then slid his hands around to grab his ass. "You know I'm perfectly capable of being discreet about things you don't want anyone to know," he added innocently.

Though the truth was, he had no reason to tell anyone about this. Continually breaking his promises to hide the fact that they were boyfriends was one thing. He wanted everyone to know who had stamped their ownership on Birkin's ass. But he had no reason to tell anyone that Birkin was out with some kid instead of with him.

Birkin frowned slightly. Discreet, my ass, half the community knows. Only... He found that he didn't care as much as he used to. Or even as much as he wanted to, really. "You... Don't have to keep hiding it if you don't want to, you know. I really don't mind if people know. If they have something to say about it, who cares, right?"

He sits back a bit, pulling Stein's pants down before giving his cock a few slow strokes. Birkin leans forward again for a kiss, still feeling like he should be doing more to apologize, even if he wasn't especially sorry for what he did.

Considering he hadn't bothered hiding it - ever - Stein was slightly amused by this concession. But he was also very pleased. He reached up and returned the kiss eagerly. "You're not embarrassed about me, anymore?" he asked, his eyes widening a little behind his glasses.

He shifts a little as his cock stiffens in Birkin's hand, a soft sigh of pleasure issuing from his throat.

"I've never cared what anyone thinks," he said, which shouldn't be much of a shock.

"Embarrassed? I was never embarrassed. I was..." Birkin's silent for a long moment, not able to think of a good way to end it that wasn't a bold-faced lie. "I was scared." He wasn't surprised in the slightest and started chuckling under his breath.

Once Stein was hard, Birkin pulled his hand away and positioned himself before starting to slowly lower himself onto the length. He whimpered quietly, his hands clenching in the sheets beside them.

Stein grunted, shuddering as Birkin's ass squeezed around him. He held still, his fingers curling around Birkin's clenched hands and caressing with surprising affection and gentleness.

"What...were you afraid of?" he whispered, watching Birkin's face.

The little bit of tenderness didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated, even though he made no indication that he felt it. "Remember who you're talking to," Birkin murmured with a smirk. "It'd be so much easier to say what I wasn't afraid of." And he was right, his list was rather long and included everything from someone paying Stein off to get viruses and information to someone eventually convincing him that Birkin and everyone else here was bad news. "It doesn't really matter that much anyway. Especially not r-right now."

He started moving slightly, his whimpers turning into low, throaty moans. Birkin bit his lip to quiet himself, a little paranoid that Issei might blush himself into a coma if he heard anything.

Stein chuckled softly and didn't contradict Birkin. He thought the older man was probably right about that, and he let his hands drift up his arms and then over to his thighs, hanging on as Birkin began to rock.

He shuddered as the sensations began to mount, closing his eyes with a groan. He didn't really care if Issei heard them - maybe he'd blush, maybe not, but the doors were reasonably thick and he thought it was likely that Issei would only hear the loudest cries.

"Feels good," he growled encouragingly. "Faster..."

Birkin wordlessly obeyed, part of him still focused on staying reasonably quiet. Though as his movements sped up, he quickly gave up on silence and started moaning in time with his thrusts. His hands unclenched from the sheets and roamed across Stein's chest where they mindlessly traced over his scars.

"That's a bit of an understatement," he gasped, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

Stein's own sounds were beginning to grow louder also. He rocked upwards, gasping and moaning with each thrust. Their sounds echoed one another for a few moments, and then Stein smirked in reply, opening his eyes and meeting Birkin's.

"Yes," he agreed breathlessly. His fingers squeezed into Birkin's thighs, then he freed one hand and curled it around his cock, stroking in time to their movements.

Birkin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as his movements became more erratic, torn between thrusting back against Stein's cock or into his hand.

He comes with a loud cry, forcing himself to keep moving rather than just collapsing.

Stein came with a cry, just on the heels of Birkin, arching his back and jerking upwards in hard spasms. He collapsed to the bed a few moments later, and reached up, tugging Birkin down against him again.

He kissed the blond hair, smiling and letting his breath run ragged and his heart race. It was a good feeling.

"You know," he whispered after a few minutes. "I don't think I could live alone again, like I used to." After Spirit had left him, he'd simply faded into his laboratory. He'd thought he was content, but now he knew he was lonely. Not anymore.

And that was why he was so fiercely protective of his relationship with Birkin. He'd never thought he'd be the jealous type, but he simply couldn't help it. The fear of that loneliness drove him.

Birkin curled up against Stein's chest, smiling to himself. The younger man just seemed so... Happy right now. It was a little weird, honestly, but a good kind of weird. He sort of wished that wasn't the case.

"Well, good. I'd hate to think you'd walk out because you'd rather live alone." He lifted his head up and smiled. "Do you even know how much I'd miss if you did that? Oh, and if you think I wouldn't hunt you down and drag you back here, you're wrong."

He laid his head back down, wrapping his arms around Stein's neck. "Don't you dare even think about living alone, alright?"

Stein was happy. And it was weird.

"That wouldn't happen," he murmured. "If I were going to walk out, I think I'd have done it by now." That smile Birkin directed at him was nice, and he returned it. "I know you would."

He wrapped his arms more securely around Birkin and closed his eyes, relaxing utterly. "Just so long as you don't dare think about abandoning me," he murmured.

"If I were going to abandon you," Birkin said with a smirk, "I think I'd have done it by now." He followed suit and closed his eyes, already verging on being half asleep. "Seriously though, where'd you even get that idea?"

There was a long stretch of silence before Birkin sighed softly. "I'm not Spirit, you know."

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

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