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The ABCs of BDSM - U to W

So we're quickly coming to an end. Here are the second-to-last three letters. I know it's late at night - sorry! 
Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Rated: R
Warnings: abuse, dub-con



 When House sees Wilson, he’s uncertain. The uniform throws him off and, for a second, he can barely recognize his friend. “What’s with the get-up?” he asks immediately.

Wilson shrugs. “It’s Halloween,” he says. “Just trying to get into the spirit.”

“As a cop?” House shifts uncomfortably. He’s been uneasy about cops since the whole Tritter thing, though he’d never admit it to Wilson.

Wilson shrugs again. “The costume was on sale.”

House moves further into Wilson’s office, unconsciously keeping his distance. Wilson stands up and goes to lean against his desk, facing House. “What’s up?” he asks. “Some new crisis?”

House shakes his head, looking out the window. “The patient isn’t responding to antibiotics. My team is pointlessly running another LP.”

“So you’re just here to think.” Wilson’s voice sounds closer and, when House turns, his friend is standing only inches away. Thrown off by the blue uniform, House presses back against the wall. Wilson notices and a strange glint enters his eyes.

“You all right?”

House straightens immediately and clears his throat. “Of course.”

Casually, Wilson reaches out and grasps House’s right wrist. House resists the urge to jerk away, silently reminding himself that this is Wilson. “What are you –?”

Wilson tightens his fingers unbearably and House’s fingers spasm. He drops the cane. “I think you’ve broken the law one too many times, Dr. House.” Wilson’s voice has deepened and he smiles a bit smugly.

House stares at him. “What is this? Some kind of fantasy?”

“I’d shut up if I were you, Dr. House,” Wilson tells him. “You’re in enough trouble as it is.”

He pulls House forward and, caught off guard, House almost falls. Wilson catches him and forcefully pushes him face-first against the wall of his office. “Wilson, what are you doing?” House tries to ignore the strain of nervousness in his words.

Holding one wrist up against the small of House’s back, Wilson uses his other hand to search House’s pockets. Stunned by this uncharacteristic behaviour, House passively allows it. “Just as I thought,” Wilson crows. “Carrying unregistered narcotics.”

“I have a prescription,” House growls, waking up a little. What the hell is Wilson trying to pull?

Wilson shoves House harder against the wall before reaching up to cuff him hard across the head. House winces, feeling shocked that his friend hit him. “Shut up,” Wilson commands, pocketing the Vicodin. House considers protesting, but Wilson grabs his other wrist as well. House struggles to pull away, but without his cane or the use of his arms, he can’t get any leverage.

Wilson –” House can’t control the slight shake in his voice.

“Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again, Dr. House.” Cold steel encircles House’s wrists.

House makes a small noise of terror, struggling to pull down his arms and push away from the wall. Wilson clicks the handcuffs shut and House swallows bile. “Wilson, don’t. Please.” The ‘please’ is an indication of just how scared House is feeling.

“What’s wrong, Dr. House?” Wilson asks calmly. “Do you feel out of control? Helpless to stop me?”

House mewls a little, too frightened of his friend to be embarrassed. “I bet you’d do anything to get out of this right now,” Wilson whispers in his ear, leaning forward and pressing his body against House’s back. House is trembling.

“I bet you’d even go to rehab to escape.”

House swallows, hearing the anger in Wilson’s tone. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“You’d do it all again, remember?” Wilson hisses. He grabs House’s ass.

House hips jerk forward in an attempt to get away, and a strangled noise of fear escapes him. Surely Wilson would never…he can’t mean to…

The handcuffs are suddenly removed. “Now we’re even for the shit you put me through with that cop,” Wilson tells him. He slips the stolen Vicodin back into House’s pocket. In a normal tone he says: “I’m heading to the hospital Halloween gala. Wanna come with?”

House shakes his head, leaning his forehead against the wall. He’s violently shivering. Wilson shrugs and ambles from the room.




 When Wilson arrives home, he heads straight to the liquor cabinet and pulls out his good brandy. House had been hinting at getting sex tonight, and Wilson wants to be prepared just in case his friend was telling the truth. Moving to his bedroom, Wilson changes into his comfortable sweats and steps into his slippers. He goes to the kitchen to scarf down a cold dinner before returning to the main room to sit on the couch in front of his computer.

Wilson pours his brandy as he types a couple of passwords into his laptop. Immediately a video screen opens and Wilson leans forward a little. The picture, though black and white, is clear as a bell: something that Wilson paid top-dollar for. On the screen, House is settling back onto his couch, sipping a snifter of whiskey. Wilson chuckles. Apparently they’re both in the mood for the good stuff.

The sound of a knock comes through the optimally placed speakers and Wilson sits back, relaxing. House had been telling the truth. He was having company tonight.

A long-legged, dark-haired girl follows House into the main room and waits for him to settle himself in the armchair. Wilson recognizes her immediately – she’s the one House always calls for a blow-job. A hint of disappointment runs through Wilson as he realizes that House’s leg is hurting too much for actual sex. The hooker, who Wilson silently refers to as Candy despite the fact that he has no idea what her name is, kneels before House. Wilson pushes back the slight let-down and slides a hand into his sweat pants. He takes another sip of brandy. Candy’s hands are busy at House’s crotch. “Hurry up,” Wilson mutters.

House opens his mouth and his voice suddenly pierces through the speakers and into Wilson’s home. “Want to speed it up a little? I’ve got an early morning.”

Wilson smirks, wondering what House would do if tomorrow he mentioned this so-called ‘early morning’ when the other man strolled into work three hours late as usual. He imagines House’s suspicious frown – he’d probably wonder whether Wilson’s passing comment was made purposely or accidentally for the rest of the day.

Candy leans down at last and immediately engulfs House’s cock. He isn’t fully aroused – he rarely gets erect quickly, what with the bucket loads of Vicodin in his blood stream – but House leans his head back and closes his eyes. As he watches the scene, Wilson’s hand palms roughly at his growing erection.

Candy’s head begins to slowly bob, and House’s breathing deepens. He groans softly and says: “That’s good.” Wilson’s begins to run his hand up and down his own length. House’s hands clench on the armrests and Wilson’s arousal skyrockets.

He’s been doing this for almost a year (ever since Stacy left) and to this day, Wilson hasn’t found anything that makes him come harder than watching House have sex. Of course, House has no idea that Wilson watches his every intimate moment with another human being, but Wilson likes it that way. After all, House is a private man and he’d hate to have that privacy violated without his consent, which he would never give (not even to Wilson).

Wilson quickens the strokes of his hand as Candy’s bobbing picks up speed. She begins to twist her head slightly, obviously dragging her tongue over House’s engorged length as she moves. House is breathing harshly and his mouth falls open. Wilson is so close.

“Faster,” House says. His hand comes to rest gently on Candy’s head and Wilson groans.

Candy speeds up until House has his head tilted back and is staring blindly at the ceiling. He arches slightly and tenses. Candy pulls away, wiping her mouth as House gasps and comes. Wilson moans at the sight, his hand a blur over his own cock.

House relaxes slowly into his seat, a pleased half-smile on his face. It’s the only time Wilson ever sees him so content. And then House makes a soft ‘mmm’ sound of murmured bliss and Wilson is tipped over the edge into orgasm.

When he comes down, he finds the screen empty. House must have let the hooker out before heading to bed. For a moment, Wilson is tempted to change to the screen that shows the bedroom, but thinks better of it. After all, he should get his sleep while he can. House often feels better the day after a blow-job and proceeds to seek out a woman to fulfill his…other needs. Wilson wants to be well rested. He doesn’t want to miss it.



 “I’ll have to pull it off quick, like a band aid.” He’s amused.

“I suppose you find this hilarious. Let me remind you, Wilson, that it wasn’t my idea to use hot wax.”

Indignant. “You said you wanted to try something new.” Slides back into amused. “Well this was definitely new.”

“Just…just do it.”

“Ok, are you ready?”

His voice is tight. “Go.” A sharp cry. Breathless. “Jesus.”

“You’re so smooth.” Wondering.

“Next time avoid the genitals.”

A smirk. “Why would I do that?”

Another cry. “Warn me when you –”

Over another shout: “Why would I do that?”


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 29th, 2009 06:07 am (UTC)
oh wow... the first one just made me hurt for poor house... how cruel of wilson to use those particular issues against him... the other two were awesome, too, love... i'm actually sad that these are coming to an end :P
Apr. 29th, 2009 06:18 am (UTC)
Yeah, seconding Spike's opinion of the first. I can see Wilson thinking that would be a harmless way to get revenge for the Tritter thing and not being aware of the real psychological effect it would have.

Only three letters left in the alphabet. Good thing we're not Hawaiian. They only have 11.
Apr. 29th, 2009 09:14 am (UTC)
Uniform creeped me out; that was just cruel. But well done.
Apr. 29th, 2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
I liked uniform alot. Creepy, creepy, creepy. I loved how you built the tention. Waxing is also interesting.We see one of the subtle ways evil!wilson hurts House.
Apr. 30th, 2009 07:32 pm (UTC)
I really liked voyeurism what a super creeper! :D
May. 2nd, 2009 03:27 am (UTC)
I'm reading all the comments about Uniform, and I find I'm not really agreeing. I don't think Wilson was unaware of what he was doing at all--or at least, thats how I read it as. I can totally see Wilson realizing that House is uncomfortable and for once just running with it, consequences be damned.

After all, isn't that what House normally does to Wilson?

Well written, I quite liked them all. ^_^
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
I agree with ladydragon about Uniform seems to me Wilson knew exactly what he was doing. Exquisitely creepy.
Jul. 6th, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
Oh god!! Wilson-as-Tritter is just terrifying... and I winced for House during the wax one!
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