"House, MD" Speculative Fiction

Owner David Shore

Title: Beethoven's Damnation

Author: Aquarius Seth

Disclaimers: I don't own these characters D. Shore does and has given Fox and USA Networks the rights to air his show. I am not making any money off of this. I'm just writing, I promise.

Rating R for AL, AC and possibly SSC. If you're under the age of eighteen, split- however, thanks for dropping by.

Word Count: 3,845

(Wilson, House)

Chapter Eight: Stanza Captivity

I woke up later on and stared at House's bedroom ceiling for a long time. I was lying on my left side before I realized I was in his bedroom alone, it was only then that I turned onto my back. I glanced at his side of the bed that had not been slept in. I glanced down at my feet and realized I hadn't moved much for however long I was asleep.

I wanted to slip out of the apartment but I had no idea where House was. I lifted my head enough to see that the bedroom door was open and the hallway was dark. Deciding to take the chance he was called back to work, I slipped out of his bed and tiptoed my way to his door. I cautiously eased my neck forward and noticed the entire apartment was pitch dark. I went back towards his nightstand and turned on the light long enough for me to find my shoes, keys, phone and wallet. I got my shoes on and put everything back into my pant pockets. I made sure my phone was on vibrate and turned off the light.

I cursed fluently in my mind as the boards squeaked under my weight. I hated whichever one of Murphy's laws that said whenever you want to be quiet you end up making more noise than you normally would. I finally managed to make it out of the bedroom and used the dim source of outside light to guide myself around House's furniture. I managed to get to his door without falling over anything. I hadn't heard anything so I guessed he was out.

I had just started fiddling with the locks when I heard the sound of a number of piano keys being banged down at once. I spun around in the piano's general direction only to be blinded by the amount of light that suddenly flooded the apartment.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" His words were slurred as I forced myself to focus on the rail thin figure at the piano. He was not playing the piano. He was drinking. I could only guess from the clear liquid in his glass; he was drinking vodka. I watched as he picked up his CD remote and hit play.

Curse of the damned, Beethoven came out of the stereos.

"I'm going home." I whispered as I turned back to the locks on the door.

"Why?"

"I have a lot of work to do tomorrow." I offered and nearly yelped when I heard the sound of glass breaking next to the doorframe. I glanced to my right to see the pieces fall to the floor and the liquid stain the wall as it dripped down. "Are you fucking crazy?" I demanded as I flicked some stray drops of alcohol off my hand.

"Why can't you just tell me the truth?" He shouted as he slammed the piano cover down.

"You're drunk House. Go get a shower and sleep it off." I ordered as I tried my best to calm down long enough to get the hell out of his apartment. Of course now that I wanted out, his locks became complex puzzles for me to solve- damned crosswords were suddenly easier to solve.

"You are a coward." He stated all too clearly. He wasn't drunk. I turned back against my will and watched his carefully controlled movements as he came towards me. I glanced at his eyes and all my hopes of escaping unscathed went out the window. Those damned blue eyes were clear and bright, oh god I wasn't going to leave here emotionally intact.

My only defense could be to agree with everything he said. Hopefully he'll get his answers and he'll let me go. "You're right I'm a coward." I could feel the doorknob slip out of my suddenly damp palms and I had to concentrate in order to place my palms flat against the door.

It was a huge mistake; House's ever observing eyes didn't miss that tattletale sign. Oh shit. I was nowhere near equal footing here. Now I could only hope he'd feel pity on me and let me run. Somehow I doubt he would.

I felt my lungs freeze up in my chest as he continued to stalk me. I wanted to move; I could still get the hell out of here before he got to me. I kept trying to move my body but it refused to acknowledge the jumbled commands of my incoherent mind. The sudden burst of adrenaline didn't help me either.

My fight or flight instinct had kicked in but my body was so confused with so many conflicting demands I knew my only option was to fight.

"Can't you run away James?" He taunted as my stomach rolled over so quickly I was surprised I didn't throw up. Beethoven's meticulous scales attacked whatever semi-rationale thoughts I had so I was down to one-word responses.

"No." I whispered. I shut my eyes as he stopped a half-foot away from me.

"Do you want to run away James?" He asked as he brought his arms up to the side of my head. My ears rang with the vibration of the wood when his palms made contact with the door. Unable to reply I simply nodded. "Answer me! Do you want to run away James?" I nodded again and I felt the movement as he fisted his right hand and hit the door with the side of his hand. "Then turn around, unlock the door chain, the deadbolt and the last lock on the actual doorknob and walk out. I won't follow you." There was a brief moment of silence before I heard the CD click on repeat and Moonlight Sonata started again.

A strangled moan of pain managed to get passed my suddenly numb lips as I went numb from the neck down. He pressed his warm body up against mine effectively pinning me to the door.

"You were going to fall." He stated matter-of-factly. Meanwhile my mind completely gave up and shut off. I was reduced to my most basic instincts. I could feel my heart racing, my lungs aching from the labored breaths I was somehow taking and my ears were humming from the sounds of those damn notes. I felt his hands clasp my hips and I took a deeper breath of air.

Unfortunately all I was able to draw in was a lung full of his cologne and him. I felt the smell invade my brain. I could just imagine it circling around my quivering brain-like a damn siege.

"The exit is right behind you James. Take it and save us both the pain we know will come." He whispered as his hands slid around my hips and came to rest on my ass. I never heard the moan of defeat I gave him. I just arched up against his body and felt my head slid up the door.

I felt his beard rub against my cheekbone before I felt his lips settle over mine. I could never claim to be startled by his actions. I was seduced by the softness of his lips-and the warm taste of vodka that still lingered on his lips.

It wasn't until later that he told me I was whimpering all the while and I had wrapped my legs around his hips to hold him still. The only thing I was aware of was the rough wood as I scraped my back and head up against it.

That was until he broke the kiss off and forced me away.

"Damn it. Run Wilson. Please run." He whispered against my lips.

"No." I muttered and brought his mouth back towards mine. I heard a moan but I didn't know whom it belonged to. All I know was that House was struggling to get me back further into the apartment. I automatically shifted my legs to get off of him but when his fingers dug into my skin I held still as he continued to move.

I had no idea where we were for a second as I glanced around his living room from an unusual angle. I suddenly realized he had carried me passed the sofa and had deposited me in front of his baby grand.

"Have you ever been subjected to the click flick Pretty Woman?" I nodded and tried to place the movie in my mind. "Do you remember the scene with Gere and Roberts after she gets bored with the I Love Lucy reruns?" I closed my eyes and recalled Julia Roberts calling the front desk looking for Richard Gere. She went to the lounge and there he was playing the piano to complete strangers, then…. My eyes opened and I realized what he wanted from me. "Any objections?" He asked.

"No." I whispered as I watched his clever fingers manipulate my button and fly. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his left collarbone.

I was not used to being a passive lover. I had never been a passive lover and I was not going to start being one now. I pressed my lips against the pronounced curve of his collarbone and slowly made my way up his neck. I heard him struggle to catch his breath and I stopped when his fingers slipped passed the slit in my boxers. I pinched my eyes closed even tighter as his fingers touched my erection.

"Oh god you want me." He whispered as his fingers brushed at my wet tip. I felt my abdomen, thighs and butt clench in anticipation.

"Yes." I somehow managed to say as my pants pooled at my feet.

"Baby we've got to move a little bit." He moaned as he forced my hips against his. I heeled off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I whined a bit but shut up when I realized he was guiding us towards the piano bench. I followed where he led and helped him unbutton my shirt. Our kisses had grown more passionate and I knew I was whimpering into his mouth but I didn't care.

I was safe, warm and practically delirious with happiness. My tie, shirt and undershirt disappeared somewhere as I tried to get my trembling hands at House's tee-shirt hem. I liked where this was going until I heard him say, "Wait." I protested but let him break free. "I'll be right back. Promise." I looked at him and his expression softened and a slight smile crossed his lips. "I'm just going to get some lube, it's in the bedroom. I'll be right back, meanwhile…." He tapped the piano top and took off.

I glanced at the front door and looked for the damned remote to the radio. If I heard that song one more time I was going go buy every single classical CD in New Jersey and drown them in the Atlantic. Instead of finding the remote I found the light switch House had obviously reached with his cane.

"Wilson?" I looked over my right shoulder to see him holding a plastic squeeze tube and a red package in his hand. I smiled at him and flicked the light switch off. I carefully found my way back to his piano bench and carefully climbed onto the piano. I turned onto my side and shifted around enough so I was looking at the bench that was now barely visible with the faint light that trickled in through his window.

I heard his slightly less pronounced limp as he came towards me. I heard him put the tube on the piano next to me. He straddled the piano bench for a moment before he brought both legs into a seated position. I parted my legs a bit more to give him more room.

I hissed when his warm palms pressed firmly on the inside of my thighs and pushed them ever so slightly. I spread my legs a little further.

I lifted my hips when House's fingers tugged lightly at my boxers. I felt the cotton slid off my legs as he slowly dragged them off. I felt my skin goose bump and I tried to sit up but he held me still.

"Don't worry James. For once in our lives I'll take care of you." I tried to hold on to my breath but I failed. I leaned back and tried not to jerk up when I felt his hot breath on my pelvis. "Hush, it's okay." I think I nodded but then I felt his chin brush against my tip and I felt every bone in my body liquefy instantly. I felt trapped in my suddenly support less body as I tried to say something. Anything at that point would have done. Just so I knew I still had some control over my traitorous body. But it was not to be because when he wrapped those soft lips around my straining dick my world spun so violently I could have sworn I was floating in air.

I struggled to steady myself as every nerve suddenly jerked awake and I felt all my muscles tighten as I felt my blood rush south. I could swear every drop of blood was racing to leap out of my body and into his mouth as I felt my abdomen clench. I savored every little stab of his facial hair as it brushed against my skin.

"Oh…." I breathed as I felt his mouth on me and that was all I felt. I never felt the pain around the base of my skull as my head dropped and lifted onto his piano repeatedly. I vaguely felt his hands move and the increased pressure against my hips in an attempt to hold me still.

For some crazed second I was able to focus on the music playing as he took a break. I was shocked to realize I had twisted enough that I was staring out of his window. I heard the sound of the lube being squeezed out of the tube. I tried to find my voice to protest but I never did when I felt his long fingers slide down to my butt.

He slowly eased his slicked up index finger into my anal canal and I gasped. He stopped and I could feel his eyes studying me.

"Do you want this?" I nodded and tried to relax. "If I hurt you let me know." I nodded again and felt him force his finger further up me. My mouth fell open, as my lungs demanded fresh air. My body clinched around his finger and tried to force him out. "Relax James, I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me." It seemed all I was capable of was nodding as I tried to relax. "Where are those hideous ties when I need one?" I heard him mutter as he slid his free hand up my stomach all the way to the nape of my neck. His finger slid back out a bit as he pulled me up into a sitting position.

My world continued to spin until his lips landed on mine. Again my world stopped with a violent jerk as I became completely focused on his lips. My shaky fingers found their way into his short hair as he allowed me to take charge of the kiss. We kissed for a long time because I was aware that Moonlight Sonata stopped and started at least three times before those clever hands began moving again.

I didn't protest as he tried to prepare me again. I gasped and pulled away before his shaky hands clamped on my neck

"Don't stop kissing me James. Please don't stop." I heard him plead a second before I reached for his face. I held him still and continued to kiss him as I realized he was giving me something I could guarantee he didn't allow his hourly lady friends to take. I could bet no one has heard him plead since Stacey left him.

Realizing those important facts my lips softened and I slowed my pace down. I wanted to savor each shudder and each sound he made. I prayed I didn't screw this up as his finger eased back into me. My hands cupped his face and continued to kiss him as I felt his finger move around inside me. The tip of his index finger was able to just graze my prostate and I had to break off the kiss.

I was gasping for air as I could hear him make some pleased sound.

"How much do you want to bet I can make you come with just using my fingers?" He mused aloud as he pulled out of me and then slowly eased his first two fingers into me. He sighed a small-frustrated sigh when I tried to scoot away from him. "Kiss me Wilson." He demanded as I blindly moved up to do what he asked of me.

It didn't take a long time for me to get lost in the kiss again as I gave him complete access to my body. I had just gotten used to his two fingers moving in and out of me when he added another. I groaned into his mouth but forced myself to focus on the kiss as pain shot up my spine.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remind myself that pain was to be expected the first time around. I knew I would be sore and in pain the next day but he would make it worth it.

I suddenly realized that I was about to come and tried to get him to stop moving his fingers. I didn't want to come with just his fingers; I would never live that down.

"NO!" I cried out as I reached for his hand.

"Hush, I won't do that to you the first time on my piano. I'll finish you the way you want." I felt him as he pulled out and I vaguely heard the sound of a package being torn open. I tried to calm my breathing down as I heard the sound of the condom being unrolled. I heard some more squishing sounds from the plastic tube before I felt House move me around. "I have to move baby."

"NO!" I protested. His gentle laugh seemed to only make me crazier.

"Baby if I don't move around you're going to wake up with a bruised and sore back. The angle is going to do a number on you trust me." I wanted to ask if he had screwed women on his piano but I got angry with myself. If he had screwed women on this thing I wasn't going to let him ease up on me just because I had to become a bit more flexible then they had to be.

"No." I warned as I kissed him again. He relaxed in my hold as I pulled him back over me as I slid back up the piano top.

"Wil, it's going to…." He tried again and I bit his bottom lip in frustration. He eased his lip out from in between my teeth. "Baby its going to hurt." I narrowed my eyes at him as I reached down enough to cup him in my hand. "Oh god are you sure?" I heard his voice tremble as I began to massage his balls in my palms.

"Yes." I watched him nod slightly as he began to move my legs around to accommodate him. I let him move my hips towards him as I felt my body go completely limp.

It took a few miscalculations but eventually he managed to find the right angle for us. He ended up sitting on his calves and my knees were bent over his shoulders. I was in a slightly modified blend of an "L" and "V" position as he slowly eased in and out of me.

He nailed my prostate at the first attempt. I knew I was going to come faster than I had ever come but I tried to hold myself back.

I came almost immediately anyway as he moved in all the right ways. I was still panting from the intense orgasm that hit me when I felt him pick up his pace. I kissed him as he struggled to get relief. When he couldn't come I moaned for him and that seemed to encourage him on. I somehow ended up begging like a porn actress and finally, finally he came inside of me.

I carefully moved off of the piano and gently eased him into my arms as he slowly turned into me. He wrapped his legs around my hips as I slowly made our way back into his bedroom. When I eased him onto the mattress his blue eyes focused on mine with a laser-like accuracy. He caught my wrist and held me still.

"Stay."

"Yes." I whispered and made my way around his bed. I pulled his sheets back and slid in between the sheets. When I felt him turning towards me I turned onto my left side so he could spoon up against me. I waited patiently as he realized, if he adjusted his angle it would greatly reduce the pain in his leg. I shifted along with him as he ended up sleeping partly over my right side.

I smiled into my pillow as I realized I had a "House" blanket. I was able to move enough to cover us both up before I heard his even breathing.

"I love you Wilson." I heard him whisper as he body relaxed and I closed my eyes and heard the same song start again.

It figures only House would give me such sharp and different memories of one song. I snuggled closer to him and let the rise and fall of Beethoven's scales lull me to sleep.

To Be Continued.

A/N: For the life of me I can't write a decent sex scene. I think it might be a residual fear of writing a damned romance novel scene. Lord knows I've read enough of those just to say I've read something. Maybe this is the reason I protest loudly when I see women screenwriters on medical dramas. I fear setups like this. Sure they work for speculative fiction but NOT for the actual television show. Please? All I have to do is point to "ER" and my point has been made. Anyway, please read and review my ego is wasting away!