Alright people I finally got you another chapter posted and I hope you like it. Remember Read, Enjoy, and Review. Nicole

When Wilson walked into the bedroom House was sitting in his wheelchair and there were a couple of boxes and a bag on the bed. "I thought you were going to take a nap?" Wilson said dressing in some of his old clothes he kept there for just in case.

"I was just wanting to get your opinion on if I should keep this as a costume," House said unzipping a clothing bag.

Wilson walked over and looked at it, it was a Marines dress uniform complete with a lot of pins and badges and a silver plate that read Lieutenant Gregory House. Wilson looked at House who wasn't smiling, just sitting there watching him. Wilson opened up a box and found metals, award certificates, achievement assessments, and in the back a picture. He pulled it out and saw a much younger House with nine men behind him all dressed in special ops gear. Wilson dropped the picture on the bed and quickly walked out of the room

House rolled behind him, "James.."

Wilson stopped abruptly turning around and House almost bumped him, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU HOUSE!"

House's eyes were big on his, "I'm trying to show you."

Wilson let out a frustrated laugh, "Shit... I've been friends with you for almost a decade... I'm going for a walk," he said grabbing his coat as House stood in front of the door unsteadily on his left leg. "Get out of my way House," Wilson said warningly.

"Or what, you going to hit me again?" House asked, not in a mocking way but seriously.

Wilson gritted his teeth he didn't like being reminded of what he'd done to House, "And exactly who would I be hitting if I did? A Lieutenant, a rape victim, the head of Diagnostics, a bisexual, a liar, a person I thought was my friend, a lover... who?"

House frowned, "I never pretended to be a simple person, and I'm not a liar. It's not something I'm proud of and you never asked, but when you asked around it just now I told you the truth."

"It's not something people think to ask House!" Wilson snapped with anger.

"I was in from the ages of 16 thru 24, twelve years before I even met you. Why is something like this more important to you then what we shared today?" House asked with honest eyes as he wobbled and grabbed the door knob for more stability.

Wilson sighed as he thought about what they had shared and saw House's leg shaking some, "Sit down before you fall. I didn't say it was more important, but... it is important, you should have told me a long time ago."

"If it's not more important then why have you been calling me House ever since you found out?" House asked honestly with some disappointment in his voice as he sat down in the wheelchair.

Wilson thought about it, he hadn't even noticed the change, "I don't know, I guess because I'm mad at you."

House frowned, and rubbed Wilson's arm softly, "You can punish me if you want, just don't leave."

Wilson pulled back from House and leaned against the back of the couch. Leaving wouldn't help either of them, this was something that needed to be worked out, "Why aren't you proud of it?"

House's features hardened, "I killed people. I did missions I didn't think were right just because those were the orders and people got hurt. I never wanted to be in the Marines, my dad signed me up at 16, that was legal then if you were done with your primary education and since I graduated high school at twelve and already had my masters from West Point for medical biology with a double minor in chemistry and theory, I more than qualified. I finished the contract my dad signed me up for and then I was out. It wasn't my choice, it isn't who I am." He said as he looked up at Wilson, "Really, it was never me."

Wilson thought about it, "You said you were gang raped when you were 17, by four guys right?" House just nodded. "It happened when you were in the Marines?"

"My dad was right, I was a POW," House said with a frown.

Wilson wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore about House as a Marine. It was something he felt he'd do better of trying not to think about, "Do I want to know anymore?"

House looked down, "No, that's the important stuff and I shouldn't say more than that since most of what me and my team did was classified."

Wilson could tell that House wasn't happy about what had happened when he was in the Marines, "So, why do you still have that stuff then?"

"My mom want's me to wear the uniform to my dad's funeral someday, and she would kill me if I threw away what little she forced me to keep. They're building a new house and when they get it done she wants to put up all my awards and stuff on one of the walls." House said looking at Wilson.

Wilson understood all too well how mothers could be about things like that. His room was still like he left it at his parents house with every award and diploma he ever got on it and pictures too. "You know the uniform would be great as a costume, or... maybe for some role play."

House smirked, "An older Lieutenant takes advantage of a younger sexy Private and his privates... could be hot."

They agreed not to talk about House's time in the Marines and House put the stuff back up. The day seemed to go by quick and they had an early supper since they had skipped lunch. They were watching TV again this time with Wilson cuddled up to House.

Wilson had been thinking about what House had said last night when he was smoking and about what Cuddy had said about last Christmas. "I heard you talked to Cuddy some about last Christmas."

House scoffed, "Of course she told you. It's not like it was something that was extremely personal that I said while I was in a lot of pain."

Wilson paused the TV, "I really wish you would talk to me about it."

House looked over at Wilson, "And I really wish you would just leave it alone, someone isn't going to get what they want."

"If I was suicidal wouldn't you want me to talk to you about it?" Wilson asked hoping House would see the reasoning behind it and talk.

"Not if talking about it made you feel more suicidal," House said with a smile. Wilson gave him the puppy dog eyes and House sighed, "Fine, you want to talk about? We'll talk. Surprisingly unlike most people I get depressed about things, being cripple, being in pain, being alone, thinking about past things." He said condescendingly. "So I've kind of attempted it a couple of times. I think it's been about four times now. I say kind of, because if I really wanted to make sure the job was done right, then we both know I'd be dead and we wouldn't be having this conversation. So is that enough?"

Wilson didn't like how House talked about it so bluntly, as if it wasn't anything big. "I just don't want to come home someday to find you... like Christmas or even worse... dead," Wilson holding House's hand.

House blinked at him and agave him an intense stare, "You said home, not my apartment, or your apartment, but home."

"I know this is new and we're going to take it slow, but I see a future for us. Getting a place together that is ours, that's more than just another apartment or condo someday in the future, doesn't scare me. The idea of one day being married to my best friend sounds amazing to me. I'm not saying this should happened tomorrow or anything, I'm just saying I really do see us together in the future," Wilson said looking down hoping House wouldn't give him to hard of a time.

House turned his whole body towards Wilson and pulled his face up, kissing him hard. Wilson was taken off guard and he felt House moving him with ease so that he's shoulders were against the armrest.

House couldn't stop himself, it was either this or let his mouth spill all the feeling that was behind it and that just wasn't a real option. He finally let go of the man's mouth and started sucking his neck as he's hand started taking the shirt off. Wilson had a feeling that House had enjoy Wilson's idea's about their future as he laughed when House's hand tickled his stomach. House's hands were roaming Wilson's now bare torso, "Please... say it again," House whispered as he looked in Wilson's eyes.

Wilson saw a warmth in House's eyes he's never seen before, "I want to come home to you Greg," he said running his hands through House's hair. House kissed him slowly with passion and when he stopped he hugged Wilson tightly nuzzling his neck. Wilson held him too and swallowed, "Greg are you okay?" Wilson felt House nod and give his neck soft kisses. Out of all the moments they had shared so far this was the most intimate by far and Wilson was happy they were sharing it. "Talk to me Greg."

House took a deep breath and pulled back just enough that he could look at Wilson and still keep his arms around him. "A home... it's a place where people who love each other make a life together." Wilson smiled at him and House swallowed, "I've never had that. When I was kid we went from one military house to another. The longest we ever stayed was a year, the shortest was a couple of months. We never stayed in one place and... even if we had, it couldn't have been a real home with my father. I had this place before Stacy after a year of living together I told her we should get a place that was ours and... she said that she wasn't ready for that kind of commitment." House sighed heavily, "Everyone wants things, one of the few things I've ever really wanted was a home."

Wilson closed the distance between them kissing House tenderly. He hated that House had never had a home and at the same time he was happy that meant he would have the opportunity to give House that experience for the first time. Wilson ran his hands up and down House's torso as they kissed and when they were done they just held each other in silence. It had been about twenty minutes before Wilson decided to speak, "You know how it feels when your next in line at a really big roller-coaster. How you're so scared you start looking over the machine again for warning signs and at the same time your excited about the thrill. That's how I feel, as a friend I've loved you for years and now... what we're sharing is something I never even considered. I like it and everything feels so much more intense." Wilson wrapped his arms around House again and gave a squeeze, "Everyone else that I've dated I've never felt scared, because I always felt in control over my emotions. But with you... if feels like I'm loosing control, my emotions are so strong and for the first time I'm afraid that if I let myself love you that I could actually get hurt. Does that make sense to you?"

House ran a hand through Wilson's hair, "Yeah, that makes perfect sense. I was scared when I first figured out that how I felt about you was much stronger than just a friendship. The first time I had a wet dream about you I freaked out and couldn't even look at you for two days." He said with a smile, then kissed Wilson slowly and hugged him, "James, take as long as you need, I'm not going anywhere."

They had played some video games and watched some TV before finally making it to bed. Wilson was laying on his back thinking when he saw House come out of the bathroom and get in bed. House rolled on his side facing Wilson, "You know the toll," House said with smirk.

Wilson smiled at House's comment and then swallowed as he figured it was time to say something he'd been think about, "Greg, I know what I want to ask you today as my question."

House looked at Wilson with confusion, "You already asked me plenty today."

Wilson rolled his eyes, "We're getting to know each other Greg, those were questions that just came up."

House rolled back on his back looking at the ceiling. "So let me get this straight, you get to ask me questions about anything that comes up and I'm supposed to answer those and your question for the day?"

"The deal was that I get to ask one question about your family a day and you have to answer it and tell me something on your own. The questions I asked weren't about your family, even if the answer had to do with them." Wilson said with frustration at the fact that House was already trying to get out of answering the question even before he'd heard it.

House didn't want to answer any questions about his family but at the same time he didn't want to disappoint Wilson, "What's the question?"

Wilson was surprised House didn't put more of a fight and took a deep breath, "You once told me that you hate your father, I want to know why."

House felt his throat close up and shook his head some, "No, I'm not telling you that, pick something else."

"That's not how this works Greg, I ask you something and you answer, that was the deal. I know that this kind of stuff is hard for you but your not even putting an effort in right now." Wilson said getting more frustrated.

House couldn't believe what Wilson was saying, he had no idea what he was asking of him. "I'm not ready to talk about it, that's my choice. You're asking personal stuff and you aren't even trying to start with small questions and work your way up, you're just pushing into the big stuff to start out with. I really think this whole thing is bullshit, I don't think it's right for you to try and force me to open up to you about my past. But I am trying, this just isn't something I'm willing to share right now, so punish me or pick another question." House said with tight jaw while glaring at the ceiling.

Wilson sat up and looked down at House, "You know what I think is bullshit House? I think it's bullshit that I have to make a rule about you opening up to me because I know if I don't it wont happen!" Wilson said loudly watching as House refused to look at him. "Dammit House, look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Is this my punishment? Two hour lecture, because if it isn't you can save your breath and pick a punishment." House said finally looking at him.

Wilson thought about it, he didn't want to make the punishment too easy or House might start just refusing to answer his questions all the time. So that knocked out the lecture, not to mention he didn't feel like yelling at House for two hours since he was tired. No touching was impractical at the moment since House wasn't back to full strength and Wilson might actually need to help him. Having House take him to nice dinner was promising, except that it was hard to find a nice restaurant that was equipped for wheelchairs. He could have him shave off the facial hair, it was easy to do and it would bother House a lot or he could try give House a spanking. He sighed, "Which would you pick between shaving or a spanking?"

House chewed on his lips some, "Shave."

"Fine, spanking it is," Wilson said looking at House. "You didn't really expect me to go with what you chose did you. That would be too easy."

House sat up against the head board, "What are you going to use?" He asked as he began to feel nervous.

Wilson hadn't really thought about that. He didn't want to ever strike House with his hand again, so that was out. "A belt I guess," Wilson said looking to House as he started to feel anxious. "We should just get this over right?"

House was silent, he remembered how his dad had whipped him all over with an old thin belt and how bad the whelps would hurt, sometime they even bleed. When John was through he would put the belt around House's neck and choke him until he almost passed out then he would release it and kick him while degrading him as he tried to breath.

"House, is something wrong with your neck?" Wilson asked as he heard House breathing heavy and watched his hands rubbing it.

House shook his head and let his hands drop from his neck, "No, but it's really late, maybe we should do this in the morning."

"No, I don't want to put this off. It not going to take long," Wilson said feeling more and more like backing out all together, but if he did that House would never take him seriously. Wilson got out of bed and turned on the light then grabbed his belt.

House looked at the belt and could feel his heart race. What if Wilson lost control like last time? What if he never stopped or choked him to death. How mad was Wilson that he wanted to hit him? Would he leave bloody whelps?

Wilson was stunned as he looked at House, all the color had drained from his face as he stared at the belt and his hands shook. Wilson had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach the told him this wasn't the first time a belt had been used on House, but he tried to push it back. "Just lay on you stomach and pull down your pants Greg."

House looked up and Wilson had disappeared it was his father standing before him and House shook his head as his heart rate increased. "No," he whispered as he closed his eyes and then looked back to see Wilson again with the belt looking nervous and scared.

Wilson's skin tingled in a way that said this was wrong, but if he backed down House wouldn't take him seriously right? He had too, plus House had agreed to the spankings as a punishment, as long as he could stop them if it got to be too much. "Greg lay on your stomach and pull down your pants." Wilson said with determination he really didn't have.

House still was staring at the belt and shook his head slightly, "Pant's stay up," he whispered.

Wilson couldn't hear what he said and took a couple of steps toward the bed. House jerked back against the headboard as his breathing became rapid. Wilson stopped as he could see the shear panic on Houses face and looked away taking some deep breaths. He'd thought this might be a little awkward, but he never expected this, and now he wished to god he'd went with a shave as House's punishment. "Greg, what did you say? It's okay."

House took a deep breath trying to calm down, the way he and his body was acting was embarrassing. "The pants stay up," House said at almost normal level still watching the belt.

Wilson wished House would just fight him on this so he could get out of it and save face. "Okay, the pants stay up." He said softly.

House swallowed hard and Wilson watched as his adamsapple bobbed. House took a couple of breaths then closed his eyes and quickly laid on his stomach. "I'm ready," he said softly.

Wilson could see that House and made his hands in to fists to try and cover up the shaking but it didn't mask it very well since the fist was shaking some too. "You sure this is worth not telling me why you hate your father?"

"Just get it over with already," House said as he was doing the best he could to take this like a man.

Wilson walked over and in the light through the thin tee shirt he could see House's vertebrates sticking out. He closed his eyes taking some deep breaths. Here he was standing over a man who'd had surgery only 48 hours ago that was almost starved, with a belt about to hit him? Wilson let out a deep breath opening his eyes, at least he wasn't doing this angry, all of his anger had vanish the first time he looked at House's reaction to the belt. "Okay, I'm about to start, alright?"

"I'm fine," House said still with his eyes closed tight.

Wilson looped the belt in his hand and brought it back some then smacked it against House flannel ass. It sounded harder than what Wilson had thought and he looked at House. It was weird how quite he'd become and his breathing seemed the most calm since Wilson had told him about the spanking. His hands weren't even fisted anymore. Wilson felt slightly better and hit House's ass again... and again... and again. Wilson wondered how many licks he should give House. So far he'd given him four, ten was a good even number. Wilson gave him six more good licks and stopped. "I'm done Greg." Wilson said as he put the belt back up. Wilson was a little concerned when House didn't respond but turned off the light and got back in on his side of the bed. "Greg, this was hard on both of us, but I had teach you a lesson, you understand." He said softly as he scooted close to House but not touching.

"I took it good? I didn't make as sound just like you taught me. I even relaxed my muscles. I'll try better. I'll make you proud someday daddy... I promise. I'm sorry. I wont let you down again sir. I'm a bad boy but I'll straighten up. Please don't hate me daddy." House whispered softly with closed eyes as he curled up into a ball.

Wilson listened in horror as his eyes moistened and took a quick breath when he realized he hadn't been breathing in a while. Had House imagined that Wilson was his father the whole time? "Greg, it's Wilson, please just look at me." Wilson said softly as his wiped his eyes.

House opened his eyes and looked at Wilson with confusion and then around the room some. He could tell that Wilson was upset. "Jimmy, what's wrong?" House asked as he put his arm around him pulling him to his chest. "It's okay James, you can talk to me, I love you."

Wilson cried some on House's shoulder, "I'm so sorry Greg, I'm sorry I spanked you." House suddenly became stiff and Wilson pulled back some, "I'm sorry."

House laid on his back, he remembered Wilson saying he was going to spank him, but after that it was blurry. He'd thought Wilson's crying had woken him up from a nightmare he had about his father... but it hadn't been a nightmare or his father, it had been Wilson which is why he didn't get choked. "Did I say anything?" House asked disturbing the silence of the room.

"It's okay," Wilson choked out.

House turned quickly away from Wilson curling up on his right side, even though it hurt his leg. He popped two vicodin. "It's time for bed." House said shortly.

Wilson knew the best thing he could do for House was to give him his space, even if that was hard to do. Wilson made sure to stay on his side of the bed as he watched House with worry. "I don't hate you Greg," he said softly he wasn't sure House heard it or if he did who he would think said it, Wilson or John, but either way it needed to be said. Wilson didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep until he woke up. House was moving on the other side of the bed and was making noises. Wilson reached out a hand and shook House some, "Hey... it's just a dream, wake up." He said shaking House some more.

House woke up with panicked breathing and Wilson turned on his lamp and sat up looking at him. House was pale and dripping with sweat. "Greg, you alright?" Wilson asked with concern.

House jumped back at the sound of Wilson's voice but then looked at him and nodded, "Yeah, it was just a dream. I'll be fine." He said still trying to catch his breath.

Wilson touched House face and realized that he was freezing. "Your cold, let me hold you and warm you up." He asked. House looked like he was about to fall asleep again and snuggled up to Wilson's chest. Wilson smiled as he wrapped his arms around him and gave him a squeeze. "I still owe you a kiss for the toll." He whispered, but wasn't surprised when it seemed like House had already fallen asleep. Wilson brushed the hair back from his forehead and kissed it, then wrapped his arms around House again. He reached up and turned the lamp off. Two weeks ago if someone would have asked him if he thought he knew House well, the answer would have been yes. That had all changed though when he found out about Tritter and how House felt about him, and even more as this relationship grew. He realized that assuming House had a normal anything was out of question. He obviously didn't have a normal childhood, no home, not normal schooling... nope nothing was ever normal for House. Wilson let his hand rub up and down his back, "I'm so sorry I hurt you." Wilson said softly and put his chin on Houses head then fell asleep.