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scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-04 02:53 am
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-04 02:53 am
Entry tags:
House | Subtle Dangers | NC-17 | Wilson/Chase
Title: Subtle Dangers
Fandom: House
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wilson/Chase
Warning: BDSM.
Summary: Wilson is a bastard.
Word Count: 405
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Wilson is a bastard.
House isn’t, really; compared to Wilson, he’s not even close. The thing about Wilson is that he’s so nice. He’s manipulative, stubborn, easily able to play politics and exact revenge, all the while being so likable. He flies under the radar, undetected, with no one the wiser. That alone makes him worse than House, and this is something that Chase knows.
He knows it intimately, when he’s tied to Wilson’s bed, wearing a cock-ring with his cock so hard he’s aching, watching Wilson look at him with that predatory gaze. He knows it when he’s being bent over Wilson’s desk, ass being smacked hard as he whimpers and begs for more. He knows it when he’s against the wall in some dark alley, brick biting into his back as he’s being fucked roughly, everything all lust and domination.
Chase will beg and plead for something, anything, to relieve the built-up pressure, but it never happens until much later—not until Wilson has had his fun. After the punishment—that’s what it is when they’re together—he might get to come, but by that point his orgasm is so intense he’s not sure if it’s pleasure or pain. The line is blurred beyond recognition.
Wilson doesn’t care. Chase is just his plaything, something entertaining to pass the time, and Chase is more than aware of this. He hates himself, sometimes, since he knows this and it turns him on. He’s disgusted with himself, and he’s sure Wilson knows it. He’s sure that’s what turns Wilson on.
Fuck it all, though, he needs it. He needs to be dominated, owned; he needs to be fucked hard, taken, claimed. He needs every sting, every smack, every hit, every little painful scratch or bite. He needs to be punished.
And Wilson? Wilson needs to be needed.
House assumes that Wilson’s pathology extends to helping others, to giving, but Chase isn’t sure that even House knows how much of a bastard Wilson is. Chase is almost certain that Wilson’s never shown him the anger, the hatred, the resentment—all the destructive emotions he keeps bottled up.
Maybe House is addicted to Vicodin. Wilson’s addicted to control. Wilson’s addicted to power. And of the two, Chase isn’t sure why everyone’s so concerned about House self-destructing.
After all, Wilson’s the true bastard. He’s the real danger.
The fact that no one else has noticed is the reason why.
Fandom: House
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wilson/Chase
Warning: BDSM.
Summary: Wilson is a bastard.
Word Count: 405
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Wilson is a bastard.
House isn’t, really; compared to Wilson, he’s not even close. The thing about Wilson is that he’s so nice. He’s manipulative, stubborn, easily able to play politics and exact revenge, all the while being so likable. He flies under the radar, undetected, with no one the wiser. That alone makes him worse than House, and this is something that Chase knows.
He knows it intimately, when he’s tied to Wilson’s bed, wearing a cock-ring with his cock so hard he’s aching, watching Wilson look at him with that predatory gaze. He knows it when he’s being bent over Wilson’s desk, ass being smacked hard as he whimpers and begs for more. He knows it when he’s against the wall in some dark alley, brick biting into his back as he’s being fucked roughly, everything all lust and domination.
Chase will beg and plead for something, anything, to relieve the built-up pressure, but it never happens until much later—not until Wilson has had his fun. After the punishment—that’s what it is when they’re together—he might get to come, but by that point his orgasm is so intense he’s not sure if it’s pleasure or pain. The line is blurred beyond recognition.
Wilson doesn’t care. Chase is just his plaything, something entertaining to pass the time, and Chase is more than aware of this. He hates himself, sometimes, since he knows this and it turns him on. He’s disgusted with himself, and he’s sure Wilson knows it. He’s sure that’s what turns Wilson on.
Fuck it all, though, he needs it. He needs to be dominated, owned; he needs to be fucked hard, taken, claimed. He needs every sting, every smack, every hit, every little painful scratch or bite. He needs to be punished.
And Wilson? Wilson needs to be needed.
House assumes that Wilson’s pathology extends to helping others, to giving, but Chase isn’t sure that even House knows how much of a bastard Wilson is. Chase is almost certain that Wilson’s never shown him the anger, the hatred, the resentment—all the destructive emotions he keeps bottled up.
Maybe House is addicted to Vicodin. Wilson’s addicted to control. Wilson’s addicted to power. And of the two, Chase isn’t sure why everyone’s so concerned about House self-destructing.
After all, Wilson’s the true bastard. He’s the real danger.
The fact that no one else has noticed is the reason why.