Fumbling with the small steel keys, Chase entered the apartment, the cold air literally pushing him in until he closed the door. Surprisingly, it was the same temperature inside the apartment than it was outside if not colder.
"Where were you?" Chase heard a voice say the instant he walked into the building.
Suddenly, Chase felt the hair at the back of his neck stand. Regardless of the excuse that he gave Wilson when he was departing the apartment, House was usually out of the apartment at this time.
"W-what," Chase stuttered. He knew what House had said but it was House's dark tone that made him not want to admit it immediately. What frightened him the most was House's position. He was sitting, facing away from the door so Chase couldn't see his face.
"Where were you?" House lifted up his hand and tilted his drink into his mouth.
"A couple of the doctors went out for some drinks and…uh I decided to follow." Chase replied in a shaky voice.
"I know where you guys left. Do you expect me to believe that you slept in the freaking bar?" House said. His voice was a little gruffer when he said the sentence.
"Well uh…I was drunk and I couldn't walk home and—."
Chase stopped when he saw House's body move. He stood up, resting on his cane as usual. Chase didn't look at it. He couldn't look at it. It almost seemed sinister on its own without House having to even having to use it. They were now eyes to eye.
"And uh…" Chase gulped. "I spent the night at a hotel."
It was something he knew he was bad at. Lying that is. And even though he didn't take Wilson up on his offer at the time, he changed his mind when House stood up.
"Okay." House said it with an accepting tone. Chase couldn't belive it workd But Chase couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to what House wanted to say. "Now tell me where you really were."
Chase's heart stopped for half a second.
"You must think I'm stupid," House said as he limped toward Chase. Chase hadn't gotten scared for two reasons. It was that House hadn't seemed angry and his tone. His stride was even, (besides his limp), and he was slow in his movements. The second was that House was smiling. It wasn't broad but it was there. This was very surprising to Chase.
Chase sighed, smiling slightly back at House. It has been a while since he'd seen him like this. It was one of the main reasons why Chase said yes when he asked him out.
"I was too drunk to walk home. I've never done it before so I didn't know I would be that disoriented. I ended up crashing on Wilson's couch."
House nodded. "So you spent the night there only because of your recklessness?"
"I…well I didn't know that it would be that bad. I wouldn't really use that word."
"Okay, okay." House looked up jokingly. "How about carelessness? Thoughtlessness? Inattentive? Wildness—."
"I get it." Chase laughed. He was relieved that nothing bad came out of the situation. House was close to him now, his hand rubbing his chin. Chase took the hint and leaned in to kiss him. House's lips felt warm against his cold lips.
The kissing continued accompanied by groping. Chase's muscles quivered as he felt House's bony fingers trail through his hair. House chuckled. "I never liked your hair this length."
Why was he always saying that?
After that, House didn't say a word as his hands traveled to Chase's hips and he pulled down his pants. It wasn't long before Chase felt punctuated, long strokes on his cock. Quickly, the pace increased. Chase couldn't breathe as pleasure coursed through his body. The all over hyper alert feeling returned and Chase couldn't help but let out a moan.
Suddenly, he felt something tight and small wrap around his cock. He looked down and widened his once slit pleasured eyes, as House pulled the penis ring higher. The aching in his tender member began to become more intense as House started stroking again. The grip was painful, yes, but Chase snapped his hips forward, desperate to gain some pleasure from the experience.
House smiled, fingers digging little crescent moons into Chase's hips that bled as red as he felt. The grip on Chase's erection became unbearable and he began bucking his hips away and into the wall behind him. House used it as a way to pin Chase it further against the wall, keeping him from fighting.
"House! I can't…I can't breathe!" Chase choked out and House crushed his body against his.
The sounds of Chase's labored breathing filled the room, and he closed his eyes as his head started to spin. Silently, his mouth opened into a scream of shock when he felt sharp teeth bite into the flesh of his neck.
Unlike last time, House didn't use handcuffs. Chase quickly found out that House never needed to in the first place. He was strong enough to grapple Chase's arms behind his back with one hand while the other continually pumped him and every time that Chase opened his mouth to groan, House used it as an opportunity to stick his tongue inside with a moist kiss.
It wasn't long before Chase was about to climax. "Shit! House!" Sensing this, a painful fist suddenly closed around Chase's erection. House pulled up the ring right when his semen was about to come out. "N-no! Fuck, just let me go! Pleasssseeee!" Chase whined thrashing from side to side.
House placed his finger into Chase's mouth to silence. "Shhh…such a dirty mouth."
Chase's body was quivering and he shook with the intensity of the feeling House was putting him through. Chase panted, rolling his hips downwards. "House please…I need to cum so bad."
"Tsk tsk. So impatient. You don't care enough to help me out?" Chase looked down and wasn't surprised to see that House was already hard, his heavy cock throbbing against his thigh as he shoved the blonde against the wall. House arms and finally let go of Chase's arms, hastily pulling down his own pants as he stared angrily at Chase's mouth. With more strength than the hand that held his hands together, House pushed Chase down onto his knees.
"House I…I'm not comfortable doing this." Chase tried not to show his fear but it was shown in his voice. "And I—I don't know how to." His confession fell on deaf ears.
House didn't reply; he just grabbed the sides of Chase's face, dragging his hands yet again through the blonde man's hair before commenting on its length again. At this moment Chase realized that House would completely disregard Chase's feelings and what he wanted. He tried not to panic but grabbed House's cock which was heavy, thick and so angry with the color with a red head that dribbled rich creamy pre-cum over his fingers. With fear Chase's hands shook as he moved his mouth closer to the cock, ghosting over the tip for a moment, before taking it in.
It wasn't long before he got the jest of the movement, especially since House's grip on his hair guided his motions. Everything else, however, was a challenge. He couldn't control his breathing and often had to move his head back to breathe which made House very irritable. Chase did the best he could feeling a great sense of fulfillment when he made House climax.
It didn't change him wanting to release himself however. If the pain wasn't bad before, it was unbearable now. His mouth hung open for air intake, dripping with a heavy flow of salivation and House's semen.
"Can you please take off the ring now?" Chase begged through panted breaths.
"What ring?" House mocked. "Oh, this one?" House slightly tapped the ring and rubbed his finger on it, threatening to slide it off. "It's funny…the size I got was a little too big and it can still hold all your juices back."
Chase couldn't reply. The pain was becoming too intense. He just screamed. In a beastly manner House said, "You're such a fucking slut—you have no control do you?"
House continued tapping the ring, grinning whilst Chase was losing control. "House…please!"
Chase moaned loudly again as House moved the ring down Chase's length slightly.
"I like how you beg with those lips of yours," Chase heard dark laugher in his phrase. He finally slipped off the ring, letting out a wicked smile when he moaned loudly as he was being released.
It took a moment for Chase to settle. First he had to wait until his legs stopped shaking along with the rest of his body. Though he hadn't felt as good as he'd wanted, it hadn't hurt as bad as last time which was in a way ironic to Chase according to the area these acts took place; he hadn't expected to be more aroused standing in a hallway than in the bedroom.
"S' gonna be a long day," Chase commented as he looked through the closet for his coat.
"Cuddy's clinic duty is going to be a pain in my ass," House said as a reply.
"You have to do clinic duty?"
"She says I've been missing too many days of work."
Chase thought for a moment. Has those days been the days they've had fights and House stayed home to deal with him?
"Yeah. Speaking of which I've got to tell both Cuddy and Wilson—."
"No."
"No?" Chase asked in an incredulous tone. There was something about the word "no" that made him so uneasy. There wasn't any explanation—it was just one word that Chase was forced to comply with. It always bothered him to be commanded to do something without the slightest bit of clarification. "What do you mean no?"
"No as in you're not talking to Wilson." House shrugged off the statement quickly.
"Why can't I?" Chase laughed out, dismissing House's order. He was sure House had been playing. He was hoping that House had been playing. "This… doesn't make any sense."
"You're always trying to leave me aren't you? Isn't that why you stayed over at Wilson's in the first place?!" House's voice was monotone until he said that.
Chase was shocked. "That doesn't make any sense! Just because you're insecure doesn't mea-,"
"You should take my order seriously Chase, regardless of what you think the reason is."
"But this is crazy; you can't expect me to do that!" Chase tried to run away from House who gets angry from him saying that.
House turned around. "You don't seem to understand what I'm saying. Maybe I should rephrase it then." His tone came out extremely angrier. "Talk to Wilson and don't come home."
Chase felt his heart sank and he could tell that House was serious for two reasons. The first was that House's eyes were boring into Chase's. The second was that he stood, his posture having the goal to intimidate Chase rather than supporting his one good leg.
"Do you understand?" House snapped as Chase's expression still stayed confused.
"Wilson's one of my closest friends…" Chase whispered more to himself than to House. The thought of giving up Wilson's friendship hurt.
"Be careful what you say Chase, I can show you just how nasty I can be if you want, or have you forgotten about the cane?" House teased wickedly and Chase felt his patience snap.
"Screw you House! This isn't fair! You can't stop me from doing what I want let alone talking to someone." Chase hadn't known why he said it. Perhaps it was the thought of House using the cane on him again then again him saying such a thing might have gotten him closer to its encounter again.
House did nothing at first…he just stood there. It took only a few seconds for Chase to realize what mistake he had made; held his breath. "House I'm sorry—."
Before he could get his statement out House came charging at him like a wild animal. Panicking, Chase turned and headed for the hallway but was instantly stopped when he felt something club his foot—Chase didn't even have to guess what it was.
Chase fell, hitting his chest on the edge of the table on his way down. A sickening scream filled the room as Chase struggled to breathe. His ribs ached with so much pain and every time he tried to take the smallest breath, he would choke on his pain. He didn't know what happened.
Chase felt like he was about to pass out from the pain but he was wrong. He didn't need to pass out. As House approached Chase he held a syringe in his hand with a clear liquid inside. He didn't know what the unknown substance was, but the expression on House's face was enough to give him an idea. Chase couldn't stand up to leave—he was too tired, too weak. House walked him slowly which made his approach more menacing.
"House!" Chase croaked out. "What are you—."
"Shut up," House said calmly.
Chase's fear had picked up his adrenaline so high that he hadn't even felt the needle dig into his skin or his blood vessel. By this time, Chase knew that House was not going to attack him with the cane however he didn't know if what was to come was worse. He shut his eyes tightly before he found that his body being dragged on the floor to the bedroom. The rug was burning his back as he slid roughly.
"House what are you doing?!" Chase screamed.
"I have to make sure that you don't leave." House's indifferent tone to his actions was frightening.
The day had gone terribly wrong and by now and Chase was wishing he had never walked into the apartment. He wished that he hadn't stayed at Wilson's House at all.
He soon was thrown on the bed and Chase quivered under his lover's strength. "What are you going to do to me?! I'm sorry!"
House brought out a rope in his hand and walked over to Chase. A million options flowed through Chase's mind. Was House going to strangle him? Tie him limbs together then do the unthinkable? However, House just walked over to him and tied his arms above head against the head post. Chase hadn't even bothered to struggle because he knew that he was too weak to fight against House let alone with the growing pain in his ribs which was starting to get worse.
"Sorry to break the news to you," House said in a mocking tone, "But you can't spend the night at Wilson's today again."
"I'm not going to Wilson's apartment today House!"
"I know you won't," House smiled. "You can't get there if you're tied." House said, kissing Chase's forehead in a loving manner. Chase could tell that it was unauthentic—that someone that could tie their lover against a bed for hours was not capable of kissing so tenderly.
With saying this, He left the room. The sickening silence that followed the fight chilled Chase to the bone.
Chase was hoping that it was a cruel sick joke and that House would walk in at any minute and laugh at Chase's fear. Yes, he would be angry, but it would be forgivable. He had struggled against the ropes braceleted around his wrists. He had given up on trying after the first 15 minutes. For some reason, he knew that House was an expert at tying ropes because it had only taken him a few seconds to do it. The next few hours became chunks of consciousness sewn together by griping pain from his ribs and burning sensation from whatever House had injected into him; it was mostly concentrated around the area. His arms were staring to get cramps because they had been above his head the whole time and unless he stayed absolutely still, they burned like hell.
House didn't come at night as well, leaving Chase stuck in the bed during the dark hours of the night. It was hard for him to breathe in air from his nose with his arms pulled tightly over his head so he was forced to breathe through his mouth.
The next day when House finally showed up.
"Chase?" House's voice seemed to caress the Aussie's name.
Chase opened his cracked lips and rasped, "House…"
It was when he opened his mouth to speak that he realized that even talking made him dizzy; maybe House's drug was still in effect. "How long has it been?"
"Only 15 hours," House chided.
"15? 15 hours House?" His shock and anger was evident through his voice, which House disregarded immediately.
15 hours?! House had left him tied to a bed for that long? Though he slept through most of it, Chase's couldn't help but still feel fear as House slackened the rope on Chase's arm. "You won't talk to Wilson anymore now will you?"
Chase didn't know if it was because of fear of what house would do if he disagreed. He didn't know if it was because of the grogginess or from the effects the drug previously injected into his veins that had a hand in his response. He just knows that he choked, "I promise…I won't talk to Wilson anymore."
