Mind Games
Disclaimer: I don't own House MD or anything related to it, including the characters.
A/N: More House and Kutner for my second fic. Although I should probably clear up that this isn't the 'real' Kutner, as you'll find out. Inspired by a roleplay I'm in. I dedicate this fic to Bron for being an awesome roleplay partner and an even more awesome friend.
WARNING: Contains male/male scenes. I'll add other warnings as I see fit. This is rated M for a reason!
Pairing: House/Kutner. Some House/Cuddy later on.
It was already two hours past lights out at Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital, although he had been lurking around the diagnostician all night. He had witnessed everything that had happened for the past few hours; everything from the last meal of the night to the games of chess he had played with the other patients. Not once had he managed to get a reaction out of the older doctor. Either he had chosen to ignore his presence or he didn't know he was there. Either way, he was bored out of his mind. Observing people eat and play chess wasn't exactly exciting.
But now, well… Now things were different.
He had the infamous Gregory House all to his own. Amber had her fun, it was time for Kutner to step in and cause some chaos of his own.
The room was cold and almost pitch black, save for the dim rays of light that flicked from underneath the closed door. The only noises that could be heard were the soft voices of the nurses and the occasional sobbing from somewhere down the hall. He stood quietly in the corner of the room as he examined House with his dark gaze. He wasn't asleep just yet, but almost. Kutner could tell from the slow and steady rising of the diagnostician's chest, but if he was dead to the world, Kutner wouldn't be in existence right now. After all, he was only a hallucination; he wouldn't be here if House was fully asleep.
"Don't you ever get lonely here? Wilson and Cuddy haven't visited in a while... Maybe they don't care any more," Kutner stated, as if he was simply talking to himself. "I don't know about you, but I find this place pretty lonely and boring. Well, I guess you would too, obviously..."
"Go away," House replied bluntly as he rolled over onto his other side to turn his back on the younger doctor. He had known Kutner had been following him for a few hours now, however he had refused to acknowledge his existence in the hopes that he'd just disappear. Clearly that tactic hadn't had any effect whatsoever. All he wanted to do right now was get some sleep; he didn't need to be listening to a hallucination commenting about his failing friendships. His week had already been horrible it didn't need to get any worse.
"Or… What? You'll kick me out?" Clearly this hallucination was nothing like the real Kutner, as the real Kutner would have never brought anything like this up in conversation. It was like that with everyone who appeared as one of the doctor's hallucinations, though. They were all like him; however they took on the appearances of people he knew.
"Ha, if I could I would. Now shut up so I can get some sleep."
"Someone's a little edgy. I'm betting it's because you don't have access to hookers here," Kutner smirked.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I do have hands and there's a lovely young nurse that wears blouses and skirts tighter than Cuddy's. Somehow, I think I'm fine," House answered, becoming more irritated with every passing moment.
"If you say so," the hallucinated replied. He sounded amused, and that was something House didn't like to hear. Normally his hallucinations were being evil when they were amused.
"Look, my head is not twisted enough to give me Kutner as part of a sex fantasy," House stated rather nastily. He was actually quite offended at the idea of having the hallucination of a dead colleague for such a thing. But it wasn't just the fact that Kutner was dead, it was also the fact that House had respect for the young man while he was alive. He found Kutner to be quite likeable actually... "At least, I hope it isn't."
"You really think so? Care to find out?"
Before the older doctor could respond, his hallucination was leaning over him and becoming way too close for comfort. 'I can't believe this... Kutner… Of all people. I really am insane.' House cringed as he felt Kutner's weight pressing against him. This had to be a messed up dream, it had to be... Surely his hallucinations couldn't be this messed up? It took a few moments, but House eventually managed to get a hold of his thoughts and gain some sort of control back over the situation. "No I don't," he snapped, now physically trying to push his hallucination away from him. "What the hell do you want with me?"
Kutner didn't respond, well, not verbally at least. A quiet gasp escaped House's lips as he felt the young man's lips graze against the stubble on his jaw line. Whatever self control the diagnostician had had just moments ago was now completely lost as his resolve crumbled away and he gave in to temptation. It didn't take long for the small kisses to turn into something much more. Clothes were discarded and left in crumpled piles on the floor and names were being called in ecstasy... House found himself lost. It was pleasure but it was also pain; he hadn't had this sort of 'fun' in months, but with Kutner... It almost killed him. For the first time in years, House felt true regret. 'I'm sorry Kutner...'
