Remaining Faithful 1/4
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damigellaSpoilers: For House vs God, otherwise AU.
Rating: Adult for very explicit sex.
Warning: Smut. Kink. Mild pain play. H/W/OMC occasional threesome. Excessive sugar content may cause decay.
Author's note: originally inspired by an idea of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
selkie3, who also provided beta reading and technical feedback. Written for my kink bingo card. I think the need for sugar comes from the bitterness over the season finale.
Disclaimer: usual.
Chapter 1 - After The Break Up
Wilson knew House would be angry when he found out about Grace. Actually, he had hoped he would never find out - after all, it was an affair with a built-in expiration date, nearer than that on many yogurts.
But then the impossible, no, the very improbable had happened, and now Grace was sending him postcards from Rome and Venice, and House hadn't talked to him since the day he asked him to come by at 221B Baker Street and collect his stuff.
The hospital grapevine had been gossiping about what they saw as a breakup in a friendship, and had somehow figured out that there was a woman involved, but overall they were on his side; no one was surprised to see that the genius diagnostician with the abrasive sense of humor had managed to alienate his only remaining friend.
What they didn't know is that Wilson would have given anything to turn back time, to resist the temptation that had caught him on the evening when Grace had started crying in his arms, cursing her sad destiny. At first he waited and hoped House would relent. He didn't get himself a place, but moved in a very ugly, very cheap hotel room. He kept looking in in House's office every day, even though his former lover pretended not to notice him at all.
Finally he broke down, and asked for help. He told Cuddy the whole truth. She was unsurprised and unfazed by the love story, but appalled by his breach of medical ethics; she also tried to convince him that the break was impossible to heal, and he should move on. She knew how difficult it was to gain House's trust; once lost, she assumed it was gone forever. She adamantly refused to intervene on his behalf. Only by threatening with immediate resignation was he able to convince her to give him a chance to at least be heard.
*****
House entered Cuddy's office, wondering what she might possibly want to discuss and hoping it wasn't a sperm donation issue. The office was empty, but she had mentioned she might be late; he sat down on a visitor's chair and started playing with the objects lying around on her desk. Then he heard the door open, close, and a key turning in the lock.
"House. Listen to me. Just a few minutes."
"You. How did you trick Cuddy into this? Did you fuck her too?"
"Please. I can't live without you. Give me a chance. Just one hour to talk to you. To explain."
"No way. Unlock that door and let me go, or you'll see that I may be a cripple but I can defend myself."
"I'll let myself starve to death otherwise."
"Let me know if you prefer a flower wreath or a charity donation. Philanderers Anonymous, maybe?"
The key turned in the lock, the door opened and closed again, and House was alone in the darkening office, wondering how come his heart was hurting so much.
*****
He tried to forget what Wilson had said, helped by the fact that the oncologist had stopped even glancing into his office. Chance encounters in the corridor showed him a Wilson getting slowly but consistently thinner. At first he looked (much as he hated to admit it) handsomer than ever, younger, his perfect cheekbones showing up sharper under the brown eyes. But slowly the once creamy skin lost its healthy glow, taking a grey hue instead; the clothes below the lab coat were hanging loose, the hair lay flat on the skull, and one day he realized that Wilson's worn out face reminded him of the oncologist's many terminal patients.
What brought him to the breakdown was happening to share the elevator with him. Wilson didn't look up and stood in a corner, careful to leave him ample personal space; House, however, moved closer, and his sensitive nose told him that Wilson's body had started the downward spiral, destroying fat and muscles to make up for the calories it wasn't getting from food. If he waited any longer, it might well be too late for a complete recovery. He pressed the emergency stop with his cane. Without looking at Wilson, he said "You win. My place, tonight, eight." Then he let the elevator start again.
*****
House let him in without a greeting, gesturing him towards the kitchen island, where two open beer bottles were waiting. House climbed on a barstool, took a sip, and said, looking fixedly in Wilson's eyes: "Rule 1: from tomorrow you eat yourself back to health, and there will be no more suicide attempts. Rule 2: you're out of here by nine. Deal?"
Wilson sighed. It was as good as he could have hoped for. And also his last chance. "Deal." He ignored the beer, which he knew his body wouldn't be able to tolerate, and got himself a glass of tap water, almost aching with desire to move back in once he noticed how familiar the position of the kitchen contents still was to him. How every object, every cabinet seemed to scream to him 'You belong here'; everything but the man whose eyes were fixing him now, cold and hard.
"She started crying and I couldn't resist. I am sorry. I am desperately sorry. I know how much I hurt you. But I love you, and you love me. Give us another chance."
"Another chance for you to betray my trust. When and to whom have you ever been faithful? I was stupid to believe you could change. People never change."
"I'll try harder. I won't make the same mistake again."
"Not with me."
"House, I'll do anything. Whatever. Yell at me, punish me, beat me up, do whatever you want. I'll go to psychotherapy. Couple therapy. Hell, I'll wear a chastity belt and give you the key if you will forgive me. If you'll love me again and let me love you again."
"You'll do anything?"
"Anything."
"I'll think about it. First of all, tell me what happened. I never want to hear you lie again, including lies by omission."
*****
Wilson left at nine, feeling a tiny bit hopeful. At least House had listened this time, although he had forced him to tell the sordid story of his relationship with Grace. Repeating it away from her pleading eyes and cancer-ridden frame had made him feel even more guilty, his betrayal seeming even less justifiable. He wanted very much to be back together with House, but was scared because he didn't trust himself. House was right: he had never been faithful. Would he ever manage to be?
Rating: Adult for very explicit sex.
Warning: Smut. Kink. Mild pain play. H/W/OMC occasional threesome. Excessive sugar content may cause decay.
Author's note: originally inspired by an idea of
selkie3, who also provided beta reading and technical feedback. Written for my kink bingo card. I think the need for sugar comes from the bitterness over the season finale.Disclaimer: usual.
Chapter 1 - After The Break Up
Wilson knew House would be angry when he found out about Grace. Actually, he had hoped he would never find out - after all, it was an affair with a built-in expiration date, nearer than that on many yogurts.
But then the impossible, no, the very improbable had happened, and now Grace was sending him postcards from Rome and Venice, and House hadn't talked to him since the day he asked him to come by at 221B Baker Street and collect his stuff.
The hospital grapevine had been gossiping about what they saw as a breakup in a friendship, and had somehow figured out that there was a woman involved, but overall they were on his side; no one was surprised to see that the genius diagnostician with the abrasive sense of humor had managed to alienate his only remaining friend.
What they didn't know is that Wilson would have given anything to turn back time, to resist the temptation that had caught him on the evening when Grace had started crying in his arms, cursing her sad destiny. At first he waited and hoped House would relent. He didn't get himself a place, but moved in a very ugly, very cheap hotel room. He kept looking in in House's office every day, even though his former lover pretended not to notice him at all.
Finally he broke down, and asked for help. He told Cuddy the whole truth. She was unsurprised and unfazed by the love story, but appalled by his breach of medical ethics; she also tried to convince him that the break was impossible to heal, and he should move on. She knew how difficult it was to gain House's trust; once lost, she assumed it was gone forever. She adamantly refused to intervene on his behalf. Only by threatening with immediate resignation was he able to convince her to give him a chance to at least be heard.
*****
House entered Cuddy's office, wondering what she might possibly want to discuss and hoping it wasn't a sperm donation issue. The office was empty, but she had mentioned she might be late; he sat down on a visitor's chair and started playing with the objects lying around on her desk. Then he heard the door open, close, and a key turning in the lock.
"House. Listen to me. Just a few minutes."
"You. How did you trick Cuddy into this? Did you fuck her too?"
"Please. I can't live without you. Give me a chance. Just one hour to talk to you. To explain."
"No way. Unlock that door and let me go, or you'll see that I may be a cripple but I can defend myself."
"I'll let myself starve to death otherwise."
"Let me know if you prefer a flower wreath or a charity donation. Philanderers Anonymous, maybe?"
The key turned in the lock, the door opened and closed again, and House was alone in the darkening office, wondering how come his heart was hurting so much.
*****
He tried to forget what Wilson had said, helped by the fact that the oncologist had stopped even glancing into his office. Chance encounters in the corridor showed him a Wilson getting slowly but consistently thinner. At first he looked (much as he hated to admit it) handsomer than ever, younger, his perfect cheekbones showing up sharper under the brown eyes. But slowly the once creamy skin lost its healthy glow, taking a grey hue instead; the clothes below the lab coat were hanging loose, the hair lay flat on the skull, and one day he realized that Wilson's worn out face reminded him of the oncologist's many terminal patients.
What brought him to the breakdown was happening to share the elevator with him. Wilson didn't look up and stood in a corner, careful to leave him ample personal space; House, however, moved closer, and his sensitive nose told him that Wilson's body had started the downward spiral, destroying fat and muscles to make up for the calories it wasn't getting from food. If he waited any longer, it might well be too late for a complete recovery. He pressed the emergency stop with his cane. Without looking at Wilson, he said "You win. My place, tonight, eight." Then he let the elevator start again.
*****
House let him in without a greeting, gesturing him towards the kitchen island, where two open beer bottles were waiting. House climbed on a barstool, took a sip, and said, looking fixedly in Wilson's eyes: "Rule 1: from tomorrow you eat yourself back to health, and there will be no more suicide attempts. Rule 2: you're out of here by nine. Deal?"
Wilson sighed. It was as good as he could have hoped for. And also his last chance. "Deal." He ignored the beer, which he knew his body wouldn't be able to tolerate, and got himself a glass of tap water, almost aching with desire to move back in once he noticed how familiar the position of the kitchen contents still was to him. How every object, every cabinet seemed to scream to him 'You belong here'; everything but the man whose eyes were fixing him now, cold and hard.
"She started crying and I couldn't resist. I am sorry. I am desperately sorry. I know how much I hurt you. But I love you, and you love me. Give us another chance."
"Another chance for you to betray my trust. When and to whom have you ever been faithful? I was stupid to believe you could change. People never change."
"I'll try harder. I won't make the same mistake again."
"Not with me."
"House, I'll do anything. Whatever. Yell at me, punish me, beat me up, do whatever you want. I'll go to psychotherapy. Couple therapy. Hell, I'll wear a chastity belt and give you the key if you will forgive me. If you'll love me again and let me love you again."
"You'll do anything?"
"Anything."
"I'll think about it. First of all, tell me what happened. I never want to hear you lie again, including lies by omission."
*****
Wilson left at nine, feeling a tiny bit hopeful. At least House had listened this time, although he had forced him to tell the sordid story of his relationship with Grace. Repeating it away from her pleading eyes and cancer-ridden frame had made him feel even more guilty, his betrayal seeming even less justifiable. He wanted very much to be back together with House, but was scared because he didn't trust himself. House was right: he had never been faithful. Would he ever manage to be?
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Date: 2011-09-13 06:34 am (UTC)I gave my old laptop to my daughter, cleaned it up of all
pornfanfic first, and promptly forgot where I had put it.And reading this again so many weeks later was a great fun!
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Date: 2011-09-13 06:35 am (UTC)And the threesome will be nongraphical, so no need to worry.
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Date: 2011-09-13 06:36 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-09-13 04:50 am (UTC)waiting for more
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Date: 2011-09-13 04:03 pm (UTC)this is a great start to a fic and i can't wait to see where you're going with it. and THANK YOU for the Hugh CD! ♥
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Date: 2011-09-13 06:27 pm (UTC)Glad the CD is good!
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