This is a sequel to the stories for the prompts Hot and Seek and is a complete PWP and one of the most gratuitous uses of a prompt I've ever written. It is also rated either R or NC-17 for smutty mcsmut (I couldn't work out which).

044. Kill

Chastisement

Wilson shuddered as House's finger trailed over his ribs, barely touching but still feeling like they were leaving fire in their wake. It was the only part of House that was touching him and he arched into it, aching for more contact. The moment he did, House drew his hand away.

"Greg," he moaned as he tugged at the bonds around his wrists that were tying him to the bed frame. "You're killing me."

"Good," House replied, his voice low and heated. "I told you you'd pay for stopping like that."

Wilson looked over at House. His lover was lying on his side on the bed, still fully clothed while he was completely naked. The only concession House had made was to take off his bow tie and loosen the top couple of buttons on his shirt. He was still wearing his jacket and cummerbund though.

"You really wanted Cuddy to catch us?" Wilson asked, trying to keep his desperation out of his voice; his dick was so very, very hard and he wanted someone to touch it…anything!

"Do you really think she would have come out on the balcony if she'd seen what we were up to?" House said before he leaned forward and after a slightly contemplative look, nipped at Wilson's shoulder.

Wilson shuddered at the sensation. "She…she might have," he gasped as his hips bucked.

"She wouldn't have," House said with a certainty that might have made Wilson ask some questions in other circumstances. "Though I suppose she might have watched."

For reasons Wilson really didn't want to examine, the thought of that made his dick twitch and he closed his eyes against the low, filthy laugh that came from House.

"Like that idea, do you?" he said suggestively. "Cuddy standing in my office watching as I jerk you off on the balcony. While you go down on your knees and suck me? Maybe even while I bend you over and fuck you?"

Wilson whimpered as those images flashed through his mind and he could feel his dick leaking. House gave another of those low, dirty laughs.

"You think she doesn't know about us?" he almost purred. "You think she doesn't know why you moved into my apartment? You think she doesn't know who leaves those marks on you? And who leaves the marks on me? She's not a stupid woman, Jimmy. She knows."

"Hasn't…said anything," Wilson replied, his voice hoarse as he felt the heat curling in his stomach.

House chuckled, low and dark. "Yeah, I know. Wonder why? Maybe she just thinks that you can make me behave and doesn't want to rock the boat? Maybe she likes seeing the marks on us and thinks if she says anything you'll get all bashful."

"Not…bashful. Discreet," Wilson replied.

House snorted then idly ran a finger around Wilson's nipple. Wilson shuddered and once again tried to arch into the touch. And once again House pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh," House said with a wicked grin. "I said you were going to pay, not that you were going to get what you wanted. I, however, am going to get what I want."

"Greg," Wilson whined as he tugged on the ties around his wrists.

"Mmm, that's a good start," House said with smug satisfaction. "Now, are you going to keep still?"

Wilson nodded and tried to lie as still as possible. House eyed him with interest then just when Wilson was going to start making demands, House reached out and ran his hand down the middle of his chest. Wilson's eyes fluttered closed and he struggled not to arch into the touch and he made a small whining noise in the back of his throat.

"Mmm, nice," House said smugly then Wilson felt lips press against his own for a moment before they were gone.

"Killing me here," Wilson complained as he somehow managed to keep his head where it was and not go chasing another, deeper kiss.

"Good," was House's reply.

The bed shifted and Wilson opened his eyes again to find that House was in the middle of stripping off his jacket and cummerbund. He made a soft noise of complaint when House stopped there and returned to lie down on the bed.

"I want you naked," he said urgently.

"Ah, but tonight isn't about what you want," House replied with a smirk. "It's about what I want."

"How are you going to get what you want without being naked?" Wilson countered.

House gave him a speculative look then smirked again in a manner Wilson could only call evil. He almost choked when House shifted around and got up, grabbed his cane and limped towards the door.

"House? Greg?" Wilson called, yanking at his bonds.

House paused in the doorway and cocked an eyebrow at him. "You wanted something?" he said wickedly before walking out of the room.

Wilson jerked and writhed on the bed for a moment but House had done too good a job with his knots and he was most definitely stuck there. He slumped back down and lay there for a moment, panting. A quick look down showed him that not only was his dick still a willing participant in House's insanity it was really enjoying it.

He lay there for a moment sure that House would come back in; after all, he'd seen the erection his lover had been sporting when he left. But when House didn't reappear, Wilson began to get worried. Not that House had hurt himself, if that had happened he'd know all about it, but more that House was going to take care of his own problem and not his.

"Greg!" he demanded. "What the hell are you doing?"

His breath stuttered when House appeared in the doorway, so quickly that he must have been waiting just outside. That wasn't what upset his breathing though, that was more due to the fact that House was now naked and almost absently stroking his cock.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" House replied casually.

"You're doing something I should be doing," Wilson growled, jerking at his bonds again.

"You want to do this?" House said with a quirk of one eyebrow as he glanced down at his hand on his dick.

Wilson groaned and dropped his head back on his pillow. One of these days he was going to not allow his brain to get so derailed by sex that he forgot whatever game House was playing.

His reaction got another one of those deliciously filthy laughs from House, the kind that made his dick twitch. He looked over in time to see House limp his way back to the bed and crawl onto it. Once he was lying beside Wilson, he went back to slowly stroking his dick again.

"Now…what do I want to do?" House mused, his eyes rapidly becoming half-lidded and dark with arousal.

Wilson closed his eyes and somehow strangled his urge to do anything and just hoped like hell that some of what House wanted to do would involve him. When House's mouth closed around his nipple, he gave a strangled cry as pleasure shot through him and his hips bucked. He whimpered almost immediately sure he was going to be tortured by House moving away again but instead House closed his teeth around his nipple and it was all he could do not to scream.

"Mmm, that was fun," House said, his voice finally starting to sound a little strained.

Wilson moaned and clenched his hands around his bonds in place of saying anything that might be misconstrued.

"I think I'll try…this," House said idly then Wilson felt House's mouth on his neck and his hands on his chest.

Wilson groaned at the sudden assault after so much denial and his orgasm ripped through him before he knew what was happening. He dimly heard House swearing beside him and the slick sounds of his lover jerking off until House groaned and cursed and he felt a hot wetness against his side. House collapsed against him and Wilson felt his hot breath against his throat.

After a length of time that Wilson wasn't able to catalogue, House reached up with a fumbling hand and released his bonds. He gingerly lowered his arms, hissing a little at the complaints of his muscles, and stroked House's sweaty back.

"I shall consider myself suitably chastised," Wilson said lazily.

"You do that," House replied, his voice sounding slightly slurred.