Disclaimer: I own nothing. Never have. Never will. Wow that just depressed me. Therefore, I won't say it again. This qualifies for the rest of the story.

A/N: So I haven't decided if I'm going to make this just a typical relationship or if I'll stray into the fun of domestic discipline and BDSM. Suggestions would be appreciated. If I do go that route, House will be the dominant one. He would have to be with Chase…most of the time. Anyways, read and enjoy and please review. I'm still unsure about my writing so any constructiveness helps.

Chapter 1

"So Chase, going off to find your dominatrix friend Annette?" House sneered at Chase as he was packing up to leave after solving Harvey's case. The other two ducklings had already left but House didn't need an audience to have fun with his youngest fellow. "I should have known how much you liked it. All these years of taunts and you've been loving every minute. Isn't that right Chase?"

Chase glared at House as he pulled his messenger bag onto his shoulder. "I've told you House. I dated a girl who liked to be burned. I was not the one into pain."

He let out a little yelp as House pushed up against the wall. "I don't know about that Chase. Looks to me like you like pain. Otherwise, why would you like me?"

"Like you? I don't like you." Chase said in a high pitched tone, trying not to let his arousal at the close proximity show.

"Of course you do. It's obvious. You like me because I humiliate you, Cameron likes me because I feed her need for neediness and Foreman doesn't like me." House explained as he pressed further against Chase. The hallways behind the glass wall were dark. Most of the hospital staff was gone for the night and they there were on other floors dealing with their patients. He and Chase had as much privacy as they could get in the hospital.

Chase continued to feebly struggle against House, not sure if he really wanted to be let go of. Truth was, he did like House and in more ways than his boss probably figured. Something about the way House talked and acted appealed to Chase. His screw-the-world attitude was so against everything he was raised to accept, it was refreshing. Still, if House ever figured it out, Chase would be in for more humiliation than he could handle. "I don't like you House. Now get off of me."

Even as he spoke the words, he realized that his voice was getting higher, the sure sign that he was lying. He looked down, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he felt House's piercing blue eyes gaze down at him.

"I think you're lying, Chase. I think you like me a lot more than you let on." House grinded his groin gently against Chase's trapped body. Chase grew wide-eyed as he felt the erection House had and realized that House could feel his as well. His eyes flew up to meet House's gaze, arousal at the slight contact flooding his eyes.

"Well, you don't seem so innocent either House." Chase said in a breathless tone.

"I never denied any feelings towards you Chase. After all, you are the pretty one." House growled this at Chase, his eyes never straying from Chase's as he took in his shock and arousal at the words and tone. "So what do you say? Feel like telling me the truth now?"

Chase flicked his eyes own for a moment as he thought about his response. He didn't want to give House anymore ammunition in his favorite sport, embarrassing Chase. Still, if there was any chance the feelings were mutual, Chase had to risk it. "Yeah, House. I like you. I really do." He chanced a glance up again to meet House's eyes.

"Well, then Chase. I suppose it's time that we kissed." With those words, House bent down and met Chase's lips with his own. Chase, in shock at first, quickly relaxed against House, moaning a little as he felt House's stubble rubbing against his own skin, feeling House's soft lips for the first time. House pulled away slowly and then leered down at his youngest fellow. "So, my place or yours?"