Picture Puzzles Part 10
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 10/?
Rating: NC-17
Paring/Grouping (whatever you want to call it): House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House worried can be both good and bad.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character.
Beta:
recrudescence
(Part 9)
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House looked up from watching Chase sleep as Wilson came into the bedroom. If House hadn’t already fallen for Wilson, he was certain he would have the moment he saw the gleefully evil expression and the triumphantly held Sharpie marker.
House raised his eyebrows at Wilson as the other man settled carefully on the other side of Chase. Chase lay on his back, one hand tangled in the covers he held to his stomach and the other hand flung above his head. The covers had bunched up, allowing his right leg to lay uncovered, bent at the knee, most of his inner thigh showing.
House took the Sharpie from Wilson and checked Chase to see how asleep he really was. The flickering under the eyelids reassured House that the young man wasn’t playing dead, just dreaming. With Wilson’s help to hold skin flat enough, House began to write on Chase’s inner thigh.
Stopping a few times to allow Chase to move unrestricted, House finished his part and handed the Sharpie off to Wilson, who quickly added a line before pulling back and smiling at House. House smirked back and then gazed down at Chase, content to give the marker time to dry before starting anything else.
Something told him to check Wilson and when he glanced up he saw that the other man had gone still. Wilson sat staring at House’s bare torso. House held still as Wilson reached out slowly to lay his hand on House’s chest. After a few minutes, House was beginning to wonder if Wilson was ever going to move again when below them Chase’s deep breathing hitched.
House gave Wilson’s hand a quick squeeze as it retreated and focused on Chase. The young man was still dreaming, but the tight expression told them it wasn’t a good dream.
I'm not going to grope him when he's having a bad dream. Hmm. House quickly pressed his fingers into the marks on Chase's chest. Moments after being touched, Chase's eyes popped open.
"Uh?"
Wilson quickly laid a hand on Chase’s arm. "You were dreaming."
Chase flopped his head back down, blinked, and blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. "You were going to try to do something to me, weren’t you?"
House smirked as he brushed his fingers across Chase’s right nipple. "Already did."
Chase sat up and looked at his inner right thigh when Wilson pointed. Squinting to try to focus, Chase’s mouth dropped open as he read the words Property of G. House & J. Wilson penned on his skin.
House could see the moment Chase realized it. The moment he understood they loved him. His face lit up and he broke into the brightest smile. He doesn’t get why him. And he’s gotten it into his head he can’t be loved. This isn’t something I can cure. Maybe this is an effective treatment, though.
Chase fingered the names. "Permanent marker?"
"Yes. We talked about mustaches, but we thought this was better." House watched Wilson frown at him over Chase’s bent head.
"Would have thought you wanted to wake me like you woke James this morning."
"You woke up too fast." House tapped the inked words. "You understand that this is more proof, don’t you? You aren’t merchandise to be traded in or taken back."
Chase nodded as he bit his lower lip. Suddenly Chase turned and grabbed up House into a tight hug.
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Wilson could see tears starting to form in Chase’s eyes just before he pounced on House. Oh, crap. I hope he doesn’t cry. House will run away and leave me alone to deal with him. Wilson watched as Chase hugged House tightly. After a moment of pure panic flitted across House’s face, the older man hugged back.
Wilson laid a hand on Chase’s back near the bite mark House had made earlier. House can’t just say he loves us yet, so it’s up to me. Before Wilson could do anything, Chase pulled away from House and wrapped him in the tightest hug he’d probably ever had. Wilson let the younger man cling and petted his soft hair. House watched them quietly. Don’t make a fuss, James. Not about either man’s problems. They won’t stand for it.
"I think it’s House’s turn to cook. You know what you want, Robert?"
Chase pulled back and sniffed. "That’s okay. I don’t want anything. I’m not hungry."
House pulled Chase flat to the bed and lay on top of him. "I’ve got an idea for feeding you I haven’t gotten to try yet. You will eat, hungry or not."
Chase relaxed into the mattress as House’s weight pressed him down. "Okay, but can I pretend to be asleep again first?"
Wilson gave a snort of laughter. "How about we mock House’s cooking efforts and come to bed early?"
House nipped Chase’s right ear. "Special treat if you agree."
Chase smiled. "Okay, food is good."
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Foreman refilled his coffee and sat down beside Cameron at the table in the Diagnostics office.
"Hey. Where is everybody?"
Cameron sniffed and wiped at her eyes. "I don’t know."
"What happened? I go to listen to a friend’s lecture over lunch, it runs a little long, and I come back to rumors that you clawed Chase."
Cameron turned to stare at him with wide eyes. "I didn’t claw him!"
"Then something did happen. Tell me what I missed."
Cameron explained how she had tried to talk to Chase and how she thought he was being abused. She even told him about House screaming at her, being sent after Cuddy, and the fabric.
Foreman’s eyebrow lifted. "You think he’s abused?" Foreman shook his head and got up for more coffee. "Did you notice how he was this morning or did you just see the turtleneck?"
Cameron’s brow wrinkled. "What do you mean?"
Foreman sat back down. "He was really happy. He actually smiled at me for no reason at all."
"He’s got bite marks all over the right side of his neck."
Foreman fingered his coffee cup. "Yeah, I know. Left side too. And I didn’t have to see them. He was fingering his neck and smiling when he thought I wasn’t looking. That’s not abuse, that’s rough sex, Cameron."
"But…"
"And you decided that you needed to help him. That’s fine, but really, the middle of lunch? You know he hardly eats. You could have at least waited until he got back here."
Cameron looked bewildered. "He doesn’t eat?"
Foreman blinked. "I thought you paid more attention, I really did. Wake up, Cameron. He’s a grown man. He doesn’t need you rescuing him any more than House does."
Cameron frowned. "I’m not trying to rescue anyone."
Foreman sighed. "Whatever."
They both looked up as Cuddy’s heels announced her approach. Cuddy stepped into their office. She looked worn out. After a quick exchange of greetings, Cuddy turned to Cameron.
"I made a deal with House. He can’t kill you and gets a couple of days off in exchange for my punishing you instead of him. You should consider yourself very lucky, Dr. Cameron."
Cameron started to open her mouth, but was cut off by a quick motion from Foreman.
Cuddy drew a breath. "I understand your concern for Chase. You were trying to help, I realize that, but you disrupted this hospital and upset three doctors to the point where I had to send them all home. While I appreciate your wanting to help, I’m punishing you for going about it very unprofessionally. You will cover Chase’s clinic hours for the next week."
Cameron started to protest when Foreman cut her off. "What did House want to do to her?"
Cuddy smiled coldly. "Actually, House’s suggestion wasn’t anything compared to what Wilson suggested." Cuddy started for the office door. "His suggestion started with flaying and went downhill from there."
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Wilson sat on his end of the couch with Chase’s head resting on his thigh. Chase seemed content to let Wilson run the fingers of his left hand through the other man’s hair as they listened to House bang around in the kitchen.
"Feel better now that you had some sleep?"
Chase looked up at him. "Yeah." Chase fingered the marks on his neck and upper chest. "Thank you for marking me when you don’t like it."
Wilson brought his right hand off the back of the couch to press Chase’s hand against one livid bite mark. "It’s growing on me." Wilson released Chase’s hand to tease his left nipple. "I want you know that we both love you, Robert. He can’t say it, but he does."
Chase turned his head and nuzzled Wilson’s hip. "He shows it. I feel important now."
Before Wilson could answer, House bustled out of the kitchen. "Wilson, get the food." House set what he’d been able to carry in one hand on the coffee table and laid the cane across the end of the table. "Move, Robbie."
Chase sat up and Wilson headed into the kitchen. House sat down and pulled on Chase until he stood up.
"Take these off." House plucked at the waistband of the younger man’s sweats. Chase slipped them off and kicked them under the couch. House pulled him in to stand between his knees. "Pretty boy. Even if you’re only half-hard, Robbie." House ran his right hand around Chase’s hip to grip his ass cheek and Wilson’s mark. "We’re going to reward you for eating, Robbie."
Chase put his right hand on the back of the couch beside House’s head and leaned towards him. "What’s the reward?"
House used his left hand to tease Robbie’s right nipple. "You’ll see."
Wilson gazed at Chase as he sat the rest of the food on the coffee table. "House, are we making another mess?"
House snorted and squeezed Chase’s ass before pulling him down to sit beside him. "Maybe. Depends on how well Robbie eats." House pushed food out of the way so Wilson could sit in front of them on the coffee table. "Give Robbie a bite of something, Wilson."
Wilson held out a piece of carrot.
"No, James. You put it in his mouth. If he eats it, you let him lick your fingers on the next bite."
"Oh, sorry." Wilson fed Chase the food. Once he’d swallowed, House stroked his hand down Chase’s chest, causing the other man to shiver.
"Every time Robbie takes a bite, he gets to lick or suck the hand feeding him. Every swallow, he gets touched. The more he eats, the more he gets. And if he eats enough he’ll get his special treat tonight instead of in the morning."
Wilson fed Chase as House roamed his hands across chest, arms, and legs. All the while he told Chase how good he was being and how hot he looked naked before them. House and Wilson ate in snatches as they worked their way through the food on Chase’s plate. Chase started to pant as they got closer to the end of his plate. House leaned in and nipped his shoulder after a bite.
"If you finish your plate, Jimmy and I will give you a new pair of marks, Robbie."
Chase lifted his hand to stall Wilson’s next offer. "Is that my treat?"
House pulled Chase’s hand down and pressed it to the couch. "No. You’ll get your treat in the morning so it’s memorable."
Robbie nodded and took the next bite, sucking on Wilson’s fingers before letting him go to chew his food.
Finally, Chase’s plate was empty. House pulled Chase’s leg so that his knee was hooked over House’s left thigh. House lifted his left arm above Chase’s head and urged him to lean against his side.
"Jimmy’s going to go first. He’s going to bite your thigh right by his name."
Wilson leaned in and blew a breath across the writing on Chase’s skin. Chase shivered and gasped. Wilson licked gently before biting down. Chase grunted and buried a hand in Wilson’s hair, pressing his head tighter to his thigh.
"Please, harder."
House pulled on Chase’s right nipple, causing the other man to arch. "Say his name, Robbie."
"James, please…harder."
Wilson pulled in a breath through his nose and bit down harder. Biting wasn’t his favorite thing, but the sound of Chase begging went straight to his cock. Chase groaned as House played with his nipple. Wilson let up enough to lick at the bite.
"Good, James. We’re moving to the bed for my turn."
Wilson helped Chase stand and they followed House into the bedroom. House let Chase settle in the middle of the bed. After getting Wilson to retrieve the bottle of massage oil that had rolled under the bed, House pulled Wilson’s sweats off and pushed him towards the bed.
"Jimmy’s going to weight you down, Robbie."
Wilson glanced at House before lying across Chase’s upper body and pinning the young man’s left arm to his side. His right wrist was pinned to the bed under Wilson’s hand. Wilson turned his head to watch as House pushed Chase’s legs further apart.
"I’m going to bite you now, Robbie. Ready?"
Chase pushed up against Wilson and whimpered. House kissed the mark Wilson had just made. Then he licked at it while he fondled Chase’s scrotum.
"Want me to make it hurt, Robbie?"
Chase canted his hips upward. "Please."
House flicked the skin at the junction of thigh and balls. "Name, Robbie."
"House, please." Chase squirmed under Wilson’s weight.
House flicked the side of Chase’s erection. "No, Robbie. My name. Say it."
Chase groaned and bucked. "Oh, please… please, Greg."
"Better, Robbie." House bit down half-on, half-off of Wilson’s bite mark. Finding the mark he’d made on Chase’s balls, House rolled the skin of that mark between his fingers as he dug his teeth into the trembling skin of Chase’s thigh.
Chase whimpered and thrust. Wilson used his free hand to dig a thumb into a mark on Chase’s hip. Chase thrashed and groaned. House pulled back to look at their marks as he pinched the skin of Chase’s scrotum.
"Pretty marks, Robbie." House licked at the bite before pulling away. "Wilson, up."
House pulled Wilson off Chase to lie beside the young man on his right side. House turned Chase to face Wilson and pushed them into an embrace. Snagging the massage oil from where Wilson had set it, House reached between them to spread oil on Wilson’s hard cock. Then he turned to Chase and began to spread oil on the young man’s dick, balls, and his thighs.
"We’re going to try something, Robbie. Let Jimmy wrap his hand around both of you and he’ll pump you both." House guided Wilson’s left hand to their groins. "Good, Jimmy. Robbie, I want you to lay your leg on top of Jimmy’s hip."
Chase did as he was told as he buried his face into Wilson’s neck. House teased Chase’s balls and ass for a few moments. Then he quickly released his cock from his sweats and settled against Chase’s back.
"Fuck me. Please, Greg."
House nipped at the back of Chase’s neck. "No, Robbie, we’re not going to fuck. This is rutting. I’m going to thrust against your balls and thighs while you and Wilson jerk off together." House jerked his hips. "Bring your leg down now, Robbie."
Chase brought his leg down and let House situate them to his liking. Wilson pulled hard on them both, eliciting a needy moan from Chase. House trapped Chase’s arm under his as he snaked it around to grip at Wilson’s left shoulder and began to thrust.
Chase bucked and thrust. The unusual feel of House’s cock rubbing back and forth across his balls, teasing the edge of Chase’s still throbbing bite marks pushed the young man to whimper and beg.
Wilson gasped and jerked faster as Chase’s pleading washed over him. He could feel House’s hand tighten on his shoulder and he turned his head just far enough to kiss the inside of his arm. House gasped and buried his head against the back of Chase’s neck.
"That’s it. Harder, Jimmy. Make Robbie wail."
Wilson tightened his grip. Chase threw his head back, hitting House’s shoulder. House nuzzled Chase’s hickeys as his rhythm began to grow erratic. House dropped his hand from Wilson’s shoulder to grip Chase’s arm where it clutched at Wilson’s back.
House groaned and bit down on Chase’s shoulder as he climaxed. Chase wailed softly and stiffened in their arms. Wilson thrust into the hot slickness of Chase’s release for a few strokes before spasming and following the others.
House slumped against Chase and slipped his hand between the other two. Swiping his hand through their semen, House brought his hand to his mouth and carefully tasted them mixed together. Wilson groaned as he watched. House glanced up from his hand and saw Wilson watching.
House pulled away from them and fled to the bathroom. Wilson watched as he threw a wet washcloth through the door at them before closing the bathroom door quietly.
"Damn."
Chase rolled onto his back. "He did better than last time. No shirt."
Wilson considered that. "True. He surprised me with that." Wilson retrieved the washcloth and cleaned them up. "There has to be some way to help him. He nearly panics whenever we grab him unexpectedly."
Chase stretched. "He uses the sound of his voice for a ground."
Wilson nodded. "I don’t know that our voices help or hurt; look at what happened with the piano."
"I think that was my fault." Chase rubbed at his hair. "He was fine until I begged."
Wilson reached out and lazily rubbed at Chase’s nipple. "You think if I’d made noise he’d have been okay?"
Chase’s breathing hitched. "Better, at least."
Wilson leaned in and took Chase in a deep kiss. "He was tensing before that. I don’t think it was just you. I like when you beg."
Chase ran his hand across Wilson’s chest. "Yeah? I like when you whimper."
Wilson smiled. "Why don’t you go get your sweats?"
"Yeah." Chase threw Wilson’s sweats to him as he headed to the living room. After gathering up the dishes and dumping them in the sink, Chase dropped to his knees and fished around under the couch for his sweats. He caught hold of them and pulled. Out from under the couch came not only his sweats, but a box with a syringe end sticking out of the lid.
Frowning, Chase pulled on his sweats as he stared at the box. He pushed the box back under the couch and picked up House’s cane. Passing the bathroom, Chase paused long enough to listen to the sound of House crying before going to find Wilson.
Wilson had just finished changing the bed sheets when Chase buried himself in Wilson’s arms.
"What is it? What’s wrong?"
Chase pressed tighter to him. "I’m sorry to cause trouble."
Wilson pulled the arm Chase had trapped free and wrapped the younger man in an embrace. "Hey. You’re way less trouble than House. What’s happened?"
Chase pulled away from Wilson, sat the cane on House’s side of the bed, and buried himself under the covers. "Nothing."
Wilson felt like throwing up his hands. Instead, he hardened his tone of voice. "Robert."
Chase chewed his lip. "I accidentally pulled a wooden box from under the couch when I was getting my sweats. And House is crying."
Wilson sighed and settled down beside Chase. "Little box about so big?" Wilson held his hands to demonstrate. At Chase’s nod, Wilson pursed his lips. "I know what you’re talking about. You put it back?"
Chase nodded. "Didn’t open it either."
"Wouldn’t be mad if you had."
Both men on the bed looked up to see a freshly scrubbed House leaning against the doorframe. House limped over to the bed and worked his way onto it to sit beside them.
"It’s morphine, Robbie. I don’t use it often." House shrugged.
Chase sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. "I didn’t mean to upset you."
House pushed on Chase’s shoulder with his own. "Didn’t upset me. I overworked the thigh. It’s going to happen. I’m not going to let you see that anytime soon."
Chase straightened up. "You’re pushing yourself too hard. We don’t have to go this fast."
House moved quick as lighting and pinned Chase to Wilson. "I will push myself, Robbie. Sometimes it will work and sometimes it won’t. I decide if I stop."
Wilson rubbed at House’s hands pressing against Chase’s chest. "We aren’t telling you to do anything, House. We just don’t want you hurting because of this… of us."
House leaned his forehead against Chase’s for barely a moment before pulling away and pushing himself to the edge of the bed. "Not having this discussion." House slowly bent to retrieve his shirt from earlier. Turning, he threw it and hit Chase in the face. "Wear this until bedtime, Robbie. I’m going to watch my soaps."
They watched House limp from the room, leaning heavily on his cane. Wilson gently turned Chase to face him and tugged the shirt from his hands.
"Know why he wants you to wear this?"
Chase shook his head and let Wilson help him shrug into the shirt.
"He wants you to have something of his to hold because he can’t comfort you."
Chase leaned his head on Wilson’s shoulder. "He hugged me back."
Wilson cupped the back of Chase’s head. "He almost pushed you away. The panic was there." Wilson frowned. "There still has to be a way to get his body to trust us as much as his brain does."
Chase pulled back. "We could reward him like he did with me."
Wilson blinked. "Hmm. I’ll have to think about that." Wilson pulled on Chase’s arm. "Okay, we’ve given him enough time to settle, let’s go out there."
Chase balked. "He didn’t say we could."
"With House, unless he tells you that you can’t, then you can." Wilson sat back as they heard the cane tapping.
House limped into the bedroom and went around to sit on his side of the bed. "Nothing new on. Want to go to sleep?"
"I’m going to shower, but yeah, sleep sounds good." Wilson rummaged through his bag and then headed into the bathroom.
House pulled on the hem of the shirt he’d given Chase. "You aren’t worthless, Robbie."
Chase jerked his head up. "What?"
House grabbed Chase’s chin and held his head still. "You used present tense when you said you were worthless. You’re wrong." House gave Chase’s head a tiny shake. "I wouldn’t waste my time with something worthless. Yet I’ve spent a lot of time the last few days making marks all over you."
Chase tried to pull away, but House just pushed him to the bed and pinned him down. "You aren’t worthless." House let his weight bear down on Chase.
Chase gave a tiny whine in the back of his throat.
House pressed him down harder. "Ours, Robert. Mine. Wilson’s. If we have to, we’ll write on you every time the marker fades." House brought one hand up to hold Chase still as he kissed him. "Until you accept that you are loved, you aren’t going to mark me." House released Chase and pulled off of him just in time to watch Wilson come through the door.
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As they settled into bed to go to sleep, Chase rubbed at his newest bite marks. You’re still here even though you broke down. House doesn’t put up with idiots, Robert. They could have easily left you to Cameron’s concern. You just have to remember that House can’t say things and Wilson tends to forget you need to be reminded. Chase ran his fingers across the mark on his scrotum. House’s marking is to get me to accept that they do love me. He wants us to be able to mark him. Chase dug his fingers into the marks on his thigh. Oh. Oh, I know how to get him to trust us.
Chase smiled in the dark as he pulled Wilson to him and then reached out and tugged House’s arm on top of them. He’d try his plan after House gave him the promised treat.
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(Part 11)