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Hi, guys :) Got another update for you of my new dom/sub Wilson/House fic series :) The first three fics in the series are "Leverage" -- dreamsofspike.livejournal.com/141413.html#cutid1, "Surrender" -- dreamsofspike.livejournal.com/142366.html#cutid1, and "Control" -- dreamsofspike.livejournal.com/143132.html#cutid1.

I hope you guys enjoy this fic, it's the most explicit slash fic I've written yet, so I'm a bit nervous. :P Hope it comes across well, since I'm not all that experienced with this :P lol... *bites nails*

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DoS


Title: Trust
Unbetaed :P
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dom/sub, BDSM, mild violence, explicit sexuality
Summary: Picks up where "Control" left off. Wilson initiates a test of House's obedience, as well as his trust... but will Wilson pass House's test?


 

“Take off your clothes.”

House froze at the quiet command, his mouth going dry, his stomach clenching with a mixture of fear and anticipation. His anxious eyes searched Wilson’s face for any sign of yielding… but found none.

“So…” He kept his voice low to disguise the slight tremor it held. “… you’re just going to stand there and watch… keep the advantage to yourself… while I get all naked and vulnerable for your amusement?”

Wilson’s eyes softened with sympathy, but the determination in his expression did not fade as he began to move with slow, certain steps closer to where House stood. House visibly tensed at his approach, though he tried not to show the apprehension he felt.

This new, commanding side of Wilson was something with which he had no experience, and he had even less idea how to respond, or what to expect from him. It was hard to imagine Wilson actually doing anything to hurt him. But then, he had learned too well that no matter how well he knew people, they were always capable of surprising him – usually in the most painful and unpleasant way possible.

At any rate, his instincts told him that it would not be a good idea to anger Wilson right now.

He tensed, but didn’t pull away as Wilson’s soft, strong hands reached out to grasp his arms, running slowly up and down in a soothing motion as he held his gaze.

“This isn’t about my amusement, or me having the advantage, House.” Wilson’s voice was soft, strangely calming, as he finally responded to House’s nervous question. “This is a test. Of your obedience… and your trust. If this is going to work, House… you’re going to have to trust that I’m not going to use the upper hand against you… not going to abuse your trust. Okay?”

House was silent, averting his eyes for a moment before meeting Wilson’s gaze again, clearly uncertain.

“My control is an illusion, House,” Wilson explained, his words slow and emphatic. “Any time you want to walk out of this, you can. It’s your choice.”

“We just… won’t be friends anymore if I do,” House observed in a dubious, defeated tone.

“I’ve already told you – I won’t watch you kill yourself, House.” Wilson let out a weary, vaguely impatient sigh, though his dark eyes were filled with concern. “And I believe that this is your best chance of avoiding that eventual outcome.” He was silent for a moment, allowing his sobering words to sink in. “So… are you going to give this a chance?”

House hesitated for a long moment, biting his lip, before finally relenting with a single slow nod.

“Good.” Wilson gave him an approving, encouraging smile, raising a gentle hand to cup his cheek. His expression became serious as he continued in a quiet, intent voice. “From this moment… you’re putting yourself in my hands. You’ll do as I say, no matter what I say… and trust that I won’t do anything to hurt you. Right?”

House was quiet, considering, still hesitant.

If it gets out of hand… if it goes too far… I can always walk away…

But his silent self-reassurances were meaningless, because House knew that he couldn’t walk away from Wilson… not knowing that he would not be accepted back again.

Still, he finally nodded, submitting to Wilson’s terms.

“Good,” Wilson nodded his approval, his hand sliding around to the back of House’s neck to draw him down for a firm, assertive kiss. “Smart choice.”

His voice was breathless when he finally pulled away, meeting House’s eyes with an intent, possessive look of lust. His voice lowered, becoming dark and commanding as he lowered his hands and stepped backward, giving House room to move.

“Now take off your clothes.”

House’s hands were trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt, then slid it slowly back off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. He kept his eyes averted, still uncertain and insecure with the lack of control he held over the situation, He swallowed hard as he unfastened his jeans, hesitating with his hands holding them low around his hips.

“Do it.” Wilson’s voice was quiet, soft and dark, pressing past House’s fear and insecurity. “Take them off.”

“Wilson…” House’s voice was trembling, hesitant… pleading.

“House.” Wilson’s tone was warning, but his expression was gentle as he closed the distance between them again, his hands covering House’s and slowly edging the jeans down lower. “It’s all right. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

House let out a sarcastic snort, rolling his eyes, trying to take a step backward; but Wilson held onto him, not allowing his retreat.

“Trust me,” Wilson softly urged him, “and do as I say.”

House made no move to finish taking off his pants, but when Wilson began slowly sliding them down, he didn’t resist. As they dropped to the floor, Wilson’s hands rose, one resting at the back of House’s neck, the other on his shoulder and sliding downward as he kissed House slowly, with tenderness and affection. House stepped out of the jeans as they fell, instinctively returning the kiss, his shaky hands finding Wilson’s waist and pulling him in closer.

“See?” Wilson murmured against his mouth as he finally drew back. “Not so bad… everything’s all right… right?” As he spoke, his hand traced the hard plane of House’s torso until it rested below his waist, his thumb stroking in a slow circle along the line of his hip.

House nodded, breathless, his eyes closed, his forehead resting against Wilson’s.

“Look at me,” Wilson whispered, his dark eyes intent and searching on House’s face as the older man obediently met his gaze. “Do you trust me?”

House stared at him for a moment before nodding again, hurriedly, recklessly.

“Good,” Wilson whispered, lowering his gaze again as he slowly disentangled himself from House’s arms, moving reluctantly backward until he was a few feet away. He met House’s eyes again, his voice calm and reassuring, but full of unmistakable authority.

“Get on your knees.”

House frowned, opening his mouth to protest, but Wilson spoke again before he could, addressing his objections before he could voice them.

“I know it won’t be comfortable. I know you’ll need help to get up. But that’s where you’ve got to trust me.” He paused, giving House a rueful grimace and a vaguely apologetic shrug as he pointed out, “And if you can’t handle a little bit of discomfort here and there… how are you ever going to get the Vicodin under control?”

House wanted to say that he really had no desire to “get the Vicodin under control” – but he was fairly certain that wouldn’t go over well at the moment. He glanced around the room, looking for some source of support. He found the bed, and took a couple of shuffling steps toward it, using it and his cane to brace himself as he slowly lowered his knees to the floor.

Wilson smiled, moving toward the bed himself and reaching down to tenderly cup House’s cheek, his thumb smoothing over his taut, anxious expression, looking down with reassurance into eyes filled with restrained panic.

“You’re doing very well,” Wilson assured him softly. “I’m very pleased.”

His eyes, usually a pure chocolate brown, seemed a shade darker as he stared down at House with unbridled desire in his gaze, and House felt his mouth go dry with wary anticipation and excitement, his body beginning to stir in response to the undeniably erotic situation in which he had somehow found himself.

Wilson’s mouth turned up in a slight smirk when he noticed House’s arousal, fully exposed to his sight.

“I told you you’d like this.”

As he spoke, he kicked off his own shoes and socks, unfastening his jeans with hurried, trembling hands, stepping out of them as they slid to the floor. He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to snare House’s mouth once more in an urgent, almost frantic kiss, his hands tangling in House’s hair and holding his mouth to Wilson’s until they were both breathless and gasping.

When Wilson drew back, he was pleased to see a haze of arousal and need in House’s deep blue gaze. His hand remained at the back of House’s head in a possessive, slightly restraining grip as he met House’s eyes, his own serious and searching, and spoke in a hoarse, husky whisper.

“Can you do this, House? Can you submit to me completely?”

House knew what he was asking, and hesitated a moment. It wasn’t as if he’d never done this before, wasn’t as if he didn’t know what he was doing – but this was different. This wasn’t some random guy he’d picked up at a college party, or a hooker he’d forget after tonight.

This was Wilson, and this could change everything, and God, he wanted him so bad...

House made his decision in an instant and nodded hurriedly, shifting forward on his knees until he was positioned between Wilson’s parted thighs. Wilson’s hands in his hair guided his progress, stroking reassuringly when House grimaced at the discomfort caused by his shuffling motion.

“Good… good…” Wilson murmured encouragement as House edged forward a bit more with a hint of uncertainty – then abruptly lowered his head, taking Wilson’s erection into his mouth without warning or preamble. “… good… gooood God, House, what are you… God…”

Wilson fell back onto the bed, supporting his weight with his arms, head back and eyes closed as he babbled mindless encouragement, overwhelmed by the sensations of heat and sweet, slick friction against his sensitive flesh.

House couldn’t help a smile around Wilson’s erection. His apprehensions and insecurities faded away for the moment, swallowed up in a sense of power and pride at the knowledge that he was able to reduce Wilson to such a helpless state in no more than an instant. It felt as if a little bit of the control he had relinquished to Wilson was, at least for a few brief minutes, back in his hands.

He drew back, lapping in teasing, light strokes around the head of Wilson’s cock, chuckling softly at the whimper of frustrated need that left Wilson’s throat. Apparently the vibrations from his quiet laughter intensified the sensation for Wilson, because his whimpers choked off abruptly into a strangled, keening sound.

“More,” he gasped out, letting himself fall onto his back and reaching down with greedy hands to grasp House’s hair, pulling his head closer, forcing him to take more of him into his mouth. “More, please, now…”

House gagged slightly at the unexpected intrusion, but quickly recovered, going with it, intensifying his efforts to bring Wilson to his climax. Within moments, Wilson seemed to lose control entirely, his hips thrusting desperately forward, his fists clenched painfully in House’s hair as he held his head in place and brought himself off, filling House’s mouth with the bitter salt tang of his spendings.

House immediately tried to pull away, but Wilson held him there a moment longer, rising up weakly on one arm to meet House’s eyes. House’s heart leapt in his chest at the dark fire in Wilson’s intense gaze, as the younger man shook his head slightly.

“No,” he softly insisted. “Swallow it.”

House hesitated just a moment before obeying, and Wilson’s head fell back again at the sensation of House’s swallowing, with Wilson’s softening cock still in his mouth. Wilson released his grip on House’s hair, falling back against the bed, gasping for breath, as House fell back onto his knees, also struggling to catch his breath as he waited for Wilson to recover.

After a few moments, Wilson sat up with a silly, lazy smile, gazing down at House with admiring eyes.

“House… you’re freaking amazing, you know that?”

House didn’t bother to suppress his self-satisfied smirk as he shrugged. “Never had any complaints.” He kept his challenging gaze focused on Wilson’s eyes as he continued slowly, casually, “You know. From the dozens of random people whose brains I’ve screwed out of their heads in the past few years.”

Something dark and dangerous flashed in Wilson’s eyes, but he smiled as he rose to his feet, reaching down to put one hand under House’s elbow and the other around his waist to help him to his feet. He immediately kissed House again, a muffled moan escaping his lips when he tasted himself in House’s mouth.

He drew back, laughing brown eyes looking House up and down as he teased, “And people think I’m a slut.”

“You are a slut,” House countered with a note of defiance, daring Wilson to try to subdue him.

Wilson smirked, his hands trailing idly over House’s naked form, before yanking him in close to Wilson’s body, one hand sliding possessively down to grope House’s ass. “But you’re not,” Wilson declared softly, holding his gaze. “Not anymore. You’re mine, now.”

“I don’t know…” House frowned speculatively, blue eyes blazing with challenge. “You really think you can satisfy me?”

Wilson’s eyes narrowed with a flash of anger, and House drew in his breath sharply as he grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head backward, sending electric tingles of pain through his abused, over-sensitized scalp. House stayed still and pliant as Wilson’s mouth assailed his neck, kissing and licking and biting until House was trembling with need… and then drawing back to give him a cold, dangerous smile. Wilson’s voice was very soft, and a little frightening.

“Let’s find out.”

He maneuvered House around so that his back was to the bed before removing his hands from his body and taking a step back.

“Lie down on the bed,” he ordered with quiet composure.

House swallowed hard, a cold knot of apprehension forming in the pit of his stomach again at the calculated expression on Wilson’s face. In spite of his uncertainties, however, House sat down slowly, wary eyes focused on Wilson as he drew his legs up onto the bed.

Wilson watched House, waiting until he was lying on his back on the bed to turn away and go to the dresser across the room. House couldn’t see past him to know what he was doing, until he turned around again, facing House with a sly, secretive smile, holding up something in his hands.

House’s mouth went dry, his eyes going wide as he saw two pairs of leather cuffs in Wilson’s hands. He tensed, his breath quickening, a trapped expression appearing in his eyes. As Wilson climbed onto the bed on his knees, straddling House’s hips, a slight shudder went through him.

His voice was hushed, trembling. “Wilson…”

Trust me.”

Wilson’s voice was barely over a whisper as he met House’s eyes, leaning down to kiss him firmly, grasping his wrists and pinning them to the mattress, the cuffs still dangling from his right hand. House was tense and unresponsive at first, but then warmed to the kiss, yielding and returning it as Wilson’s tongue searched his mouth in a long, languorous caress.

Wilson left House breathless and gasping as he rose up again, buckling one end of each cuff to the posts of the headboard. He looked down at House again, reaching out to grasp his right wrist and bringing it toward the leather cuff hanging from the headboard. His effort was met with no more than the barest instinctive resistance, as House visibly tried his best to fight his fears and yield his body to Wilson’s hands.

Once his wrists were secured, he couldn’t help but test the strength of the bonds, his heartbeat accelerating when he realized that they were indeed sturdy… unbreakable. Panic began to creep in around the edges of his mind, and he jerked futilely against the bonds that held him, fighting back the frantic plea that rose in his throat when he realized the facts of the matter.

He was helpless.

“House.” Wilson’s voice was hushed, gentle, as he stroked a soft hand down House’s cheek, meeting his eyes again. “You’re safe. You can trust me. I promise you… if you don’t want to do this, I won’t force you to. I’ll take these off right now, if you tell me you don’t want it. All right?”

House nodded hurriedly, trying to catch his breath.

“It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. Okay?”

House nodded again, reassured by Wilson’s words. The reminder that he could say stop at any time he chose to do so made him feel a little safer, and he resolved to at least give Wilson a chance, despite his misgivings.

And then, Wilson was touching him, trailing his fingertips slowly up the underside of his erection – and suddenly, House was beyond conscious thought, his fears lost in an overwhelming flood of sensation. His breath caught in his throat, his back arching upward in response to Wilson’s touch. Wilson’s low, dark laugh of amusement at House’s reaction went straight to House’s cock, and he bit back a groan of frustration and pleasure.

“Wilson… God…”

“Not quite.” Wilson smirked. “But I’m flattered.”

His expert hands trailed lightly up the insides of House’s quaking thighs, a single fingertip forming a slow, lazy circle around the base of his erection. House’s hips thrust helplessly up in a futile attempt to increase their contact.

Abruptly Wilson’s hands became hard and unyielding, grasping the tops of his thighs and forcing him down against the bed. He leaned over House and closed his mouth over the side of his neck, biting down, hard enough to make House gasp with shock and alarm. He rose up, staring down at House through narrowed eyes. His voice was soft and warning, sending a shock of electric excitement straight through House.

Don’t. Move.”

House bit back a strangled cry of need, his head lolling against the pillows, eyes closed. “Wilson…” he gasped out, stammering and stumbling over his words. “… touch me… I n-need…”

“I know what you need,” Wilson stated firmly, his fingers pinching the skin on the inside of House’s thigh, a bare inch from his throbbing erection. “Stop trying to run this, House… because you can’t.”

House flinched at the sharp sensation that was as much pleasure as pain, writhing uselessly, helplessly pinned in place by Wilson’s body, and the cuffs at his wrists. Wilson’s hands held his thighs firmly as he lowered himself down the bed again, holding House’s gaze the entire time. He kept his eyes locked onto House’s face, even as he lowered his head to take House into his mouth.

Shit… Wilson… Wilson…”

House gasped at the silken heat that suddenly surrounded his erection, bucking upward, though Wilson’s strong hands held him in place, not allowing him much freedom of motion at all. Within moments, House was on the brink, babbling out urgent, desperate encouragement to Wilson as the younger man licked and sucked at him with torturously slow, teasing motions.

“Wilson… Wilson, please…”

The please seemed to do the trick, as Wilson took House deeper into his mouth, swallowing around him and pulling him over the edge into oblivion. House’s hands jerked against the leather that bound his wrists, a choked cry of pleasure escaping his lips as he writhed under Wilson’s restraining hands.

House was barely aware of it when Wilson unfastened the cuffs, gently rubbing his slightly chafed wrists, pulling him into a tender, affectionate embrace. Gradually, House felt himself drifting back to earth, staring through dazed, hazy eyes up into Wilson’s warm, calm gaze. Wilson’s hand stroked slowly through his damp hair, holding him close as the remnants of his release shook through him.

“See?” Wilson whispered, placing a soft kiss on the patch of stubble just in front of House’s ear. “I told you you could trust me. I told you you were safe with me. Do you believe me, now, House? I’m always going to do what’s right for you… it’s okay… it’s all right…”

House nodded, breathless and silent, his forehead resting against Wilson’s chest as the capacity for thought slowly returned to him. And the first thought that filled his mind surprised him, because it was contrary to every fearful thought he’d had at the beginning of the evening.

Maybe… just maybe… this is going to work out. Wilson would never hurt me… Maybe… maybe this once… it really is safe to trust…

TBC...




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Date: 2008-11-02 07:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cedara
Yum!

Date: 2008-11-02 08:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehe... glad you like :) thanx :)

Date: 2008-11-02 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] californiaquail.livejournal.com
Having a little trouble believing that Wilson would never hurt him...

Date: 2008-11-02 08:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeaaaaaaah, that might be wise ;) thanx, love :)

Date: 2008-11-02 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eitherwayokay.livejournal.com
hmmm, I am not sure Wilson is such a trustworthy person, especially because you wrote this story, well, nevertheless, this was damn hot. You really should write more slash. Me likes.

Date: 2008-11-02 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehehe... you might be right ;) wilson at least *thinks* he's trustworthy though :P lol... glad you enjoyed this, hon, and there will definitely be more :) *Hugs*

Date: 2008-11-02 08:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feanix.livejournal.com
Oh well done...

Was that House *almost* begging??

Date: 2008-11-02 08:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hmmm... there was definitely a "please" in there... i'd say that constitutes *actual* begging :P hehehe... thanx, love, glad you enjoyed this :) *hugs*

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Date: 2008-11-02 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaoskir.livejournal.com
Wow! Great written and hot new chapter. I do love this fic very much. Thanks a lot for sharing and really I can't wait for more. I've waited a long time for a story like this. *sigh* *stillenjoythenewchapter*

Date: 2008-11-02 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehehe... thanx, hon, glad you like it so much :) *Hugs*

Ohh

Date: 2008-11-02 11:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rozola.livejournal.com
Ohh...do I sense some foreshadowing with that last sentence? Wilson might think he's trustworthy, but I'm getting a creepy vibe that something bad is going to happen to poor House soon. >_>


I love your dark!Wilson fics, DreamofSpike. I can totally imagine Wilson havig a "dark" side to him. He's not as nice as people seem to think he is. Even in the show he sometimes comes off as ... kinda mean!

Great job, as always. Keep up the awesome writing!

Re: Ohh

Date: 2008-11-02 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
you may indeed sense some foreshadowing :P hehe... though this isn't an evil wilson.. he may not handle his power like he should all the time, but he thinks he's doing what's best for house, at least...

so glad you like "dark Wilson", i personally see a lot of potential for darkness in the character, in a lot of ways, and this sort of thing doesn't seem far off to me at all :P

thanx so much for your kind words, hon :)

*hugs*
DoS

Ok

Date: 2008-11-02 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirkshomegirl61.livejournal.com
Prefect chapter. Sex is good. I believe you have at least thought about writing slash. Now,with too much power comes corruption. Please,try to keep in mind that when you love someone it hurts you to hurt them. Don't let Wilson forget this, please.

Re: Ok

Date: 2008-11-02 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeaaah, it's dangerous for a control freak like wilson to be in this position... hes not in any way trying to hurt house, but he does run the risk of doing so without meaning to, if he gets too used to the idea of being able to do whatever he wants when it comes to house :-S sooooo, a little scary here, but this is *not* an "evil" wilson... he's not gonna turn into a creep, though he may make some really bad decisions along the way :P

thanx, love, glad you enjoyed the story :) *hugs* DoS

Date: 2008-11-02 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] llumik.livejournal.com
Very nice update again (and so hot :P) I was hoping House would be tied up at some point, but that really didn't take long :) Wilson does have a rather great image of himself, we'll see if he's right about that.. Looking forward to more

Date: 2008-11-02 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeaaaah, wilson sees himself as house's "savior" but we'll see how that works out ;) and yeah, couldn't resist tying house up... mmmmm.... and it won't be the last time :P lol

thanx so much, hon, glad you enjoyed it :) *hugs*

Date: 2008-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehehehehe....

left you speechless, did i? :P hehehe

*hugs*

thanx, love :)

Date: 2008-11-02 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2801rosie.livejournal.com
This was really hot!!! DarkWilson is making me nervous though.
*Maybe… maybe this once… it really is safe to trust…*

My stomach was doing flip flops when I read that line because I have a feeling it really isn't.

Date: 2008-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeaaaaah, there might be reason for uncertainty on that :P lol

but wilson's not gonna be outright evil, i can tell you that... he's gonna at times allow his power to be a bit corrupted, to perhaps take liberties he shouldn't, etc... but everything he does he thinks he's doing for house's good :P

thanx, love, glad you enjoyed this installment :)

*hugs*
DoS

Date: 2008-11-02 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] catherine2691.livejournal.com
Mmmmmmm, very nice chapter. Is this going to be one of those 'House totally lets his guards down only for Wilson to CRUSH him' kinda stories? Cus I don't think my heart can handle that. XD

Date: 2008-11-02 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
well, i think it's somewhere between a happy, warm story and a dark, scary one :P hehe... wilson's not going to suddenly turn evil in this fic, if that's what you're asking... of course, wilson's not going to do everything right, either... his power may become a little corrupted throughout the course of the story, and there will definitely be some darker bits, but wilson loves house and thinks he's doing the right thing for him....

and i know that rambling non-answer really prolly didn't help much :P hehe

but at any rate, thanx for reading, hon, i'm glad you enjoyed this installment :) *hugs*

Date: 2008-11-02 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myene-01.livejournal.com
welll done, but I would ahe expected soem sort of punishment for House being mouthy to Wilson...but then again, if Wilson is trying to build more trust this time, I guess he could just be on probation about being mouthy, so to speek...

I only noticed one problem...They took of their pants, but u never said anythign about undies, heh. House goign comando wouldn't suprise me, but I don't see Wilson doing that.

Date: 2008-11-02 08:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeah, the lack of punishment was completely deliberate... later on in their relationship, that kind of disrespect would definitely be punished, but wilson's whole goal this particular encounter is to gain house's trust, to make him know that he's "safe" with wilson... and naturally, he'll try to go a little easier on him to begin with... they'll ease into this...

and yeah, as for underwear, i was assuming that house wasn't wearing any :P lol... and that wilson took them off when he took off his pants :P hehe

anyways, thanx, love, so glad you liked the chapter :)

*hugs*
DoS

Date: 2008-11-02 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mireya-11.livejournal.com
Wow... x333

Wilson don't be evil
xD


nice fic ;)

Date: 2008-11-02 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehe... he won't be evil, promise... :P hehe... he might not always be 100% nice, but he is doing this for house's own good :P

thanx, love, glad you enjoyed it :)

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Date: 2008-11-02 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zamaza.livejournal.com
Delicious! Definitely need more, more more! Don't be nervous! It's great! I commanding Wilson is very hot, was interesting to get a please out of House, but I tend to picture him as trying to be a bit more passive-aggressive as a sub. Just missed his smartass-ness a bit here, but it would have been out of place.

“Wilson… God…”

“Not quite.” Wilson smirked. “But I’m flattered.”

I chuckled. Some good in character there.

A+ work. Waiting impatiently for the next one :)

Date: 2008-11-02 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeah, as things progress between them and house begins to test the limits, etc, we're gonna see a lot more of his usual snark... in this setting, he was pretty much just so freaked out and scared and uncertain, that it sort of kept him from being his usual self :P

i personally feel like the idea of surrendering control to someone else like this, that completely, would terrify him, especially considering his history of abuse... therefore i figure during a "first time" like this he'd be focused on *not* angering the guy who's got him cuffed to the bed, ya know? :P

of course, now that he feels reasonably safe in the idea that wilson's not going to just hurt him because he can, etc, he's going to start pushing, testing limits, trying to see how far he can go... and that's when we'll see his snarky side again :P hehe...

thanx so much, hon, glad you enjoyed the story :)

*hugs*
DoS

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Date: 2008-11-02 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chickloveslotr.livejournal.com
Maybe… just maybe… this is going to work out. Wilson would never hurt me… Maybe… maybe this once… it really is safe to trust…

I wouldnt be so sure House!


This series is great so far!
HOT!

Date: 2008-11-02 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeaaaaah, i think a little power in wilson's hands could be a dangerous thing :P lol... thanx, hon, i'm so glad you're enjoying this series so far... i should have more time to spend on it for a while with "losing it" completed and all :)

*hugs*
DoS

Date: 2008-11-02 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lhoma320.livejournal.com
OMG! And I thought the first part was too much. Lord have mercy, the 2nd part was unbelievable. *THUD*

Date: 2008-11-03 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehehehe.. *fans you* thanx, love, glad you liked it that much :) there will be more very soon :) *Hugs*

Date: 2008-11-03 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vurt-junkie.livejournal.com
Watch out, House! I don't think Wilson knows where to draw the line. Could be dangerous especially since he always thinks he knows what's best for House.

Date: 2008-11-03 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
perceptive girl, and with all the questions people have been asking me about where this fic is going, i think you just hit the nail on the head with your comment ;)

wilson in this fic is by no means evil...

he is also by no means perfect. :P

he has a bit of a controlling, manipulative streak, and he often thinks he knows what's best for house when he doesn't... sooooo things might get tough/dark at times in this fic, but this is not an "evil wilson" story at all :P

thanx, love, glad you're enjoying it so far :)

Date: 2008-11-03 09:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evila-elf.livejournal.com
*happily ded*

Date: 2008-11-03 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
heheheheh *Hugs* thanx, hon... i'll have more up soon :P

Date: 2008-11-03 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morinen.livejournal.com
Oh. My. God. This dom/sub is sooo non-canon, but it is freaking HOT! It's been a while since I read something so sexy about H/W. Thank you.

Date: 2008-11-03 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehe.... hmmmm, matter of opinion on the canon ;) hehe... it's actually canon that wilson is the dominant one in their relationship :P hehe... (ep. Mirror, Mirror, season 4) so if they were a couple, who's to say it might not go like this? ;) hehe...

anyways, thanx, love, so glad you liked this :) *hugs* i'll have more up soon :)

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Date: 2008-11-03 05:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] catgirlpoison.livejournal.com
As long as Wilson doesn't become Evil Wilson, I'm more than happy to see where this story goes. I love Dom Wilson and Sub House, so every part is a little perk for my filthy little mind. Plus your stories a great and so right in character. Such fun ahead.

Date: 2008-11-03 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
no, this wilson isn't evil... may be a bit dark in places, but he's doing what he's doing for house's own good, even if he's a bit misguided :P thanx so much, hon, i'm so glad you've enjoyed this story so far :) *Hugs*

Date: 2008-11-04 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miakiburia.livejournal.com
Sexy and hot, again! I loved it. I think you're amazing (but you know that already.)

This bit made me laugh--it was just so easy to imagine!

He drew back, laughing brown eyes looking House up and down as he teased, “And people think I’m a slut.”

“You are a slut,” House countered


I loooove these trust issues kinds of fics, and you're writing this one incredibly well. Can't wait for more!

Date: 2008-11-04 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
awwww, thanx so much, hon :) *Hugs* *blushes* and hehe, glad you liked that little exchange :P it's one of those bits of dialogue that just seemed to write itself, because to me, it just seemed like they wouldn't have said anything else, you know? :P hehe... but soooo glad you've been enjoying this, they've still got a looong road ahead of them :P *hugs*

Date: 2008-11-05 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com
I still don't fucking trust Wilson here.

Date: 2008-11-05 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
yeaaaah, even wilson shouldn't trust wilson :P lol... thanx, love ;) *Hugs*

Date: 2008-11-14 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackssilverwolf.livejournal.com
I do love this series. You Dark(ish) Wilson rocks!

Date: 2008-11-14 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehehe.. thanx, hon, glad you like him :P *Hugs*

Date: 2009-01-13 09:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moz17.livejournal.com
"His eyes, usually a pure chocolate brown, seemed a shade darker as he stared down at House with unbridled desire in his gaze, and House felt his mouth go dry with wary anticipation and excitement, his body beginning to stir in response to the undeniably erotic situation in which he had somehow found himself."

GAH. *explodes*

Date: 2009-01-13 05:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com
hehehe... glad you found it so hot, love :) *hugs*

i have to say again how much i appreciate all your kind comments... i look forward to reading them and enjoy so much hearing what you think as you're working your way through my fics... honestly, love, i'm honored and flattered... thanx so much :)

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