Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of House and various characters played by her. Jeb (My OC) and other characters played by me.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of House M.D., we're just fans!

NOTE: It may take me an even longer time to update because I am losing my Microsoft word. I only had a beta version of it and it's disappearing on October 31st. So…hopefully I'll be able to put the stories in another way.

Chapter 7

Wolf watched him expectantly. He was sure that House liked them. He hadn't made a face to say otherwise. He beamed happily, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looked back at the paintings. "You wouldn't believe how hard that is to do from memory." But once again he was dragged out by leech like people. However...a fight did begin after a few minutes with the man who had dragged Wolf away. A crowd formed around them. Wolf had first punched the guy in the gut and then across the jaw, sending the man sprawling. Wolf's face was dark red and he was pissed. There was in his eyes an angry fire that hadn't been seen before. Thirteen, Foreman, and Taub, who had been watching from the crowd, were staring at his with wide eyes. "Get him out of here." Wolf ground out, he turned away and stormed to near the back of the gallery, where there were less people. The crowd parted for him. They were all silent for a moment as some security grabbed the man and hauled him away. Wolf was seething back at the back as he stared at his paintings. On the upside he had finally given everyone a reason to leave him alone. He was chewing on the tip of his thumb, glaring at a painting of an apocalyptic building and landscape.

Something had happened, and House had missed it. How had he missed it. Now it was his turn to hunt down Wolf, who had taken refuge on the other side of the gallery. House came up beside the guy, he didn't say anything, just stood there and admired the painting. Finally he spoke first. "I want to buy them, the painting of my team, and the portrait of me." He was not going to take them for free, he didn't like thank you gifts. If you really thought about it anyways, he had the sketch, that could count. Besides, Wilson always complained about his choice of decor, maybe a nice painting of himself would brighten things up.

Wolf turned on him, the angry was still in his eyes, and it seemed to darken his entire face. But after a moment it seemed to melt away, slowly. "O-Oh." He seemed surprised now. "But they're free..." He said softly. Then he rubbed the back of his neck. "Um...well...if you really want to pay for them..." He straightened up. "Well I'm not having you pay full price." Suddenly he was all business like. "I'm not sure on the EXACT worth of them but I'll have my agent contact you. Can't have you paying full price, you'd never have enough." He chuckled. "But...I will take my payment for cutting them in half!" His hand shot out and grabbed the collar of House's shirt. His hand moved as quick as it had when he had caught the imaginary butterfly back at the hospital. Wolf yanked him forward as he came up and he kissed House. Finally he released him, jumping back with an amused grin. "Huh." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Interesting." He snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waitress and he winked at her. She blushed and hurried on. He turned back to the paintings and raised the glass to his lips. He really wasn't drunk enough for this.

Wolf seemed surprised that House wanted to pay for them. "I'll borrow money from Wilson, you give me a price." He didn't care how much it cost, he really didn't. That's why he had the big TV, and the motorcycle. Because he didn't care. He got paid a lot. One second they were negotiating art, the second he was being kissed...by Jeb. And in shock. House was...confused. What exactly was wrong with that guy. Maybe he should hand him over to Foreman, let him poke around in his brain for a little while. He limped his way over to a bench, and took a seat. He needed a drink. Actually...he needed about six. No no, he was driving, he better make it four. And so he grabbed the first glass that passed his way.

Wolf watched him go before downing the champagne. Already the affects were working through him. His brain was getting fuzzy. He plopped down on the other side of the bench. He fumbled in his pocket and produced a little white card. He handed it to House. "My agent." He handed his empty glass to another waitress. "You know what sucks about these parties? I can't leave." He giggled and shook his head. "You hate me." He said, nodding like his head was the heaviest thing he had ever had to lift. "You act like a jerk and I kiss people. People who hate me." Then he raised a hand, "Smother them with love!" He frowned, dropping his hand. "Or is it kindness?" He lay his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. "Isn' it great?"

Great. He was drunk. And for some reason he was latched onto House. Life wasn't fair. He took the card though, and tucked it into his pocket, he would have to make a phone call in the morning. "I don't hate you. You irritate me." Like there was really a difference. He wanted to forget about the kiss. "You don't kiss someone out of kindness. You kiss them because you're drunk and have no idea what you're doing." House stood. "Even though you're stuck here, I'm not." And with that, he started towards the exit. He could drink himself into stupidity when he got home. He had the next day off. He loved weekends.

"I'll see you tomorrow then!" He called happily. Not really understanding what House had said. He didn't move except to wave House away.

True to his word, Wolf arrived late in the afternoon the next day at House's apartment. He brought the paintings. "Whether you pay them or not is up to you." He said quietly. He had a hangover. His eyes red and he winced, even his talking was too noisy for him. "Sorry about last night. I...can have a bit of a temper." He was either ignoring the talk about the kiss or he didn't remember it. Instead he was referring to his burst of anger the other night. "Normally I don't care but some people get on my nerves." He adjusted his sunglasses. "Anyhow, thank you for coming last night."

House left, there was no way he was going to see Wolf tomorrow. But sure enough, he was knocking on his door. And when he refused to answer, the knocking continued, and House had a strange feeling if he didn't answer he would sit out there all day and wait.
Originally he came to talk business. "I told you I would pay, how much do you want?" But then business turned into apologies. He didn't want to hear excuses, he didn't care about the outburst, he was putting the kiss into the part of his brain labeled 'Stupid things people do when they're drunk'. "Yes...I showed up...why are you still bothering me? You were forced here by my team and now you come willingly. Why?" He looked at Wolf, trying to understand. Nothing made sense here.

Wolf didn't look at him. Instead he sighed and tilted his head back. "What do you want to hear? That 'I love you'? I don't." He shook his head and looked at House. "I find you...interesting. Who wouldn't?" He turned to face House and leaned against the back of the couch. "You're a rude and obnoxious man with many flaws. And at first glance it would seem that you have no emotions other than cruel laughter. But you play music." He nodded back toward the piano and the guitar. "Only those full of passion can play music and enjoy it. I respect people like that." He nodded slightly. "You love puzzles, which explains why you have taken the most difficult job at the hospital." He sighed again. "At one point you seem ready to grab me and throw me out. And then I mention something and suddenly you're like a kid, wanting to know more. And then you're hateful again as soon as you get your information. I find it interesting." He smiled slightly. "And no, I'm not stalking you. Your wonderful team decided I should know everything they could think of about you."

"Maybe they're just there to fool idiots like you...and my team." He was on the defensive, Wolf had managed to describe him perfectly. And then he found out his team had been feeding him information, everything they could think of. And he felt strangely...violated. This complete stranger knew him, even though House didn't want him to know him. He wanted him to go away. "You know...I'm late...maybe we should have this conversation another time. I'll call you. Or something." He tried shooing Wolf, and the paintings out of his apartment. He decided at the last minute to go into work. He would rather spend all day in the clinic, then feel this way. Betrayed. By his coworkers. The closest things he had to friends.

"You know that the reason they do this is because they want us to hook up." He pushed himself from the couch. "You should feel flattered, wanting you to hook up with someone as hot as me!" He grinned. And then he did it again. He kissed House. Though this one was much quicker. Like a light peck on the lips. He winked at House on his way out. "Good thing you're good looking too." He then pretty much did a half scramble half skipped out of the apartment, leaving the paintings. "CALL MY AGENT!" He called back over his shoulder. He had decided to give up the fight with the team. He wouldn't go out with House like they wanted. But he would hang out with him, though House wouldn't like it, and he would tease him.