#12 in the Leverage!verse "Consequences"
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Title: Consequences
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misanthropicobs Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, dom/sub themes, maaaaybe dub/con? not really :P
Summary: Wilson must face the consequences of his carelessness with House's feelings -- but those consequences are not quite what he expected.
"Okay, House... You need to... s-stop this... right now..."
Wilson's somewhat breathless attempt at a calm, controlled command was made somewhat less effective by the slight break in his voice over the words, as House slipped a rough, possessive hand into the front of the pajama pants he was wearing -- which happened to be the only thing he was wearing.
"You don't really want me to," House pointed out in a softly bragging voice. "You're enjoying this, in spite of yourself..."
"House... I mean it," Wilson persisted, though his voice was trembling and embarrassingly higher than usual. "Untie me. Now."
"No," House bluntly refused, all traces of amusement suddenly vanished from his eyes as they locked onto Wilson's wide, questioning gaze. "For once, I'm going to show you what it's like to be completely out of control -- to be at the mercy of someone else for a change. You like to be in control so much? Well, personally, I think this should be a necessary process for you, before you can earn that right."
"House... I didn't agree to this. I don't want this," Wilson insisted, his voice somewhat stronger now, alarmed by the wicked gleam he saw in House's eyes. He pulled uselessly against the leather cuffs at his wrists as he demanded, "Untie me, now," in a voice that shook slightly with the beginning traces of panic. "You will stop, now, House, or I swear to you, I will..."
His words broke off in a breathless moan as House's surprisingly skillful hand set to work under his pajama pants, teasing and tormenting his half-hard member to swift, erect attention.
"You'll what?" House taunted him softly with a self-satisfied smirk. "Should I actually be scared of you, for some reason? You know, you're really not all that convincing like this."
"House, I mean it," Wilson repeated, though he knew by now that his attempts were utterly useless. "I want you to stop. I'm ordering you to stop. If you don't... you'll regret it later. I promise."
House just smiled down at him, shaking his head slowly as Wilson opened his eyes with an effort to gauge House's expression. Utterly unconcerned, House leaned down over him and spoke in a low, almost predatory tone next to his ear.
"Only once I decide to let you up."
A little shiver that was half fear, half arousal went down Wilson's spine, and he pulled against his bonds again, the attempt only confirming what House's words had already made clear.
He was helpless -- utterly at House's mercy.
And he wasn't entirely sure that he didn't like the idea.
Still, he tried one more time to make House think that he didn't.
"I'm... telling you I don't want this," he repeated, gasping as House's nimble fingers played teasingly around the head of his swelling erection. "House... untie me. You don't have my consent."
"Please," House sneered in a soft, knowing voice, as his free hand shifted up to slide Wilson's pajama pants down around his thighs. "Try it again -- but try to sound a little less beside yourself with pleasure when you do."
House continued for a few moments, stroking, caressing Wilson's body, one hand focusing on his package, while the other slid up his chest to play teasingly over the sensitive skin of his stomach, his ribs, then up to lightly rub over his nipples. Every touch was surprisingly gentle, loving, affectionate despite House's initial, rougher handling of his body.
Finally, once Wilson had betrayed his own desire with an entirely unintentional upward thrust of his hips toward House's exploring hand, House drew away, resting on his knees beside Wilson as he looked down at the younger man with a smug, knowing smile.
"Still want me to stop?"
Wilson let out a little whine of frustration, torn between sticking to his original command and maintaining some semblance of his pride, or simply surrendering to the expert pleasure House was inflicting on his needy, desperate body. The light brush of House's fingertips against the inside of Wilson's thigh finally made up his mind, even as House slyly murmured words that now sounded more threatening than reassuring.
"Because... you know I'll stop... if you really want me to. I'm not going to force myself on you, Wilson. I'm not some... perverted freak who gets off on dominating other people."
Wilson was too aroused, too eager for House to continue his attentions, to rise to the taunting bait. He shook his head, eyes closed as he laid his head back on the pillow behind him and nearly whimpered.
"D-don't... don't stop. For God's sake, House, don't stop..."
Reassured that his lover's refusals were really not meant as seriously as he had wanted House to believe, House renewed his efforts. His hands were gentle at first, but gradually became harder, more possessive, as they wandered over Wilson's exposed flesh, and his lips fell on Wilson's throat in a bruising, angry kiss.
"You think you can play with me -- just keep me on the side like some little toy you can come back to, whenever some nurse or candy striper or freakin' dying cancer patient actually sees through your routine and has the good sense to run like hell? I'm not your dirty little secret, Wilson. I'm not just a... a convenient lay you can keep on the side and never tell anyone about in case it ruins your chances with someone else!"
"No," Wilson whispered, shaking his head, barely coherent through the violent onslaught of physical sensation House was creating in his body, but desperate to make House understand. "House... no... it's not... not like that..."
"When I'm through with you," House continued, ignoring his attempts at explanation, his voice low and almost frightening in its intensity, "you won't ever want anyone else."
Even as the desperation rose in House's voice, his hands on Wilson's body gentled, moving with slow adoration, near reverence, and Wilson felt a sudden constriction in his throat, and a suspicious prickling sensation behind his eyes -- sensations he was utterly unfamiliar with feeling in a situation like this.
"I'm going to blow your mind," House whispered against his throat before closing his teeth around the sensitive skin there in a possessive little bite that made Wilson gasp at the mingled pleasure and pain of it. "I'm going to leave you so amazed... so... so absolutely blown away... that you'll be ruined for anyone else. No one else will ever do it for you the way that I can..."
Even through the distraction of House's mouth and hands working over him, Wilson couldn't miss the heart-rending strain of desperation in the older man's voice, and a swift ache of guilt started in his chest as he realized the effect his thoughtless actions had caused.
"House... no..." he whispered weakly, though he knew that House wasn't listening anymore, hardly even heard him. "No, you're wrong... I don't... don't want..."
"When I'm finished," House murmured breathlessly, fervently, barely aware he was speaking, "you'll never want anyone else... you'll be proud to claim me in public... nothing anybody says will matter..."
The tears that had been forming in his eyes slid down his face, and Wilson turned his head away, unwilling to allow House to see the evidence of his tumultuous emotions, afraid even now that such sentiment would only earn him mockery from his friend.
Not that you don't deserve it. Not after the way you've made him feel... the way you've treated him today... for the past few days...
"House... I only want you..." Wllson whispered insistently, pulling against his bonds, no longer with the intent to escape, but with the desperate need to embrace House and hold him close to him, to reassure him of how he really felt. "House... please, you've... got it all wrong. I'm so... so sorry... I didn't... d-didn't know you... felt..."
House ignored him, not listening as his rough, possessive hands roamed over Wilson's body, feasting on every sensation of contact as if it might be the last, as his mouth worked it's way slowly downward from his stomach with a series of randomly interspersed sharp nips and tender kisses.
And maybe that's what he thinks... maybe he thinks that after this...
"House..." Wilson's voice came out in a hoarse groan. "House... listen to me..."
But a moment later, whatever Wilson would have said was swallowed up in mindless physical sensation, as the heat of House's mouth abruptly surrounded his swollen arousal. Wilson's words choked off in a strangled cry of pleasure and need, and his back arched against the bed beneath him as he strained against the cuffs at his wrists.
House's strong hands roughly shoved him down against the mattress again, holding him in place and not allowing him to move as he brought Wilson to the brink of fulfillment -- only to draw back, replacing the intensity of his motions with light, teasing licks and kisses that only served to draw out Wilson's anguished anticipation.
"How do you like it?" House muttered with resentment in his voice, though when his mouth resumed its non-verbal work, it was nothing but gentle. "Being completely in someone else’s control -- whether you come or whether you wait for hours being totally out of your hands -- and in the hands of someone who'd probably love to see you suffer for a while? How do you like it, Wilson?"
Wilson opened his mouth to respond, but House took him in all at once again, and all conscious thought fled his mind. This time, House worked insistently at his cock, one hand edging inward to brush the underside of Wilson's swollen sac -- and that light contact, in combination with the intensity of House's other efforts, was all it took.
With a choked cry of helpless pleasure, Wilson's release overtook him -- and House held him there, in his mouth, readily swallowing down the remnants of his arousal.
As House slowly drew away, backing up onto his knees on the mattress between Wilson's parted, trembling legs, Wilson collapsed against the bed, gasping for breath, overwhelmed with too many physical and emotional sensations to process. As the aftershocks of his orgasm faded away, the more troubling thoughts of House's earlier words -- the heartbreaking sentiments he had unintentionally revealed -- filled Wilson's mind, and he swallowed hard, trying to moisten his dry mouth enough to speak.
"House..."
House just shook his head as he climbed awkwardly to his feet, a look of defeat on his face, in spite of the mastery he had so expertly claimed only moments earlier. Wilson felt a cold sensation building in his chest at the lost, hopeless look he saw in House's eyes, and renewed his struggles against the bonds that held him to the bed.
"House... wait... talk to me..."
But House ignored him, eyes downcast, as he found his cane beside the bed, and made his way slowly and painfully toward the bathroom. Wilson's mind raced, trying to fathom what House could be thinking, what confounding conclusions he might have reached, what his motivations were for this entire incident.
Several possibilities came to mind -- and none of them were good.
When House stepped into the bedroom again, Wilson had recovered a bit. He studied House's face cautiously, troubled by the carefully closed up expression he saw there, as well as by the uncharacteristic quiet of his friend.
"House... hey... come here," he gently urged him, frustrated at his own helplessness to compel his request, yet keeping his voice soft and even. "We need to talk about this..."
"No, we don't," House cut him off in a low voice of resignation.
As he spoke, he came near to the bed and drew Wilson’s pajama pants up around his waist again, then pulled the blankets up over Wilson's bound form, with a care and concern that set that tight ache to work in Wilson's chest again. House met his eyes for just a brief moment before making his way toward the door -- and that moment was enough to break Wilson's heart.
"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," House said simply, his voice barely over a whisper as he turned off the bedroom light and stepped out the door. "Good night."
"House... House!"
Wilson called after him, his voice urgent, but weak with exhaustion, as he pulled one last time against the leather cuffs, but found himself ironically outwitted by his own careful purchase of cuffs that could not be easily escaped by their wearer. He had intended said quality to keep House at his mercy -- and now, they prevented him from getting to House, to plead for his mercy, and forgiveness, for Wilson's own stupidity.
"I'm sorry," he called softly into the darkness -- unsure whether or not House even heard him at all.
When House did not respond, or return, Wilson finally gave up, resigning himself to the fact that he would be there, bound to the bed and helpless to make any difference in their situation, until House decided otherwise.
Really, it's not more than you deserve, he silently berated himself. You're the one who missed the signs, missed how he was feeling, and let him believe that you're only using him... ashamed of him. You deserve to lie here like this all night, alone and uncomfortable.
He was uncomfortable, his wrists beginning to ache and itch slightly from their bondage, but in no pain -- so gradually, the heady, pleasant exhaustion of his climax began to overtake him.
Despite his fears and helpless concerns, Wilson felt himself finally drift off to a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Wilson awakened to find that the slight discomfort of the night before had become a sharp ache that woke him from his sleep, drawing him abruptly to wakefulness. He blinked, disoriented, into the sunlight filtered through the bedroom blinds for a few moments, as the events of the night before gradually came back to him -- along with a sick feeling of apprehension, and urgent need.
He had to find House -- had to talk to him, try to make things right between them.
"House?" he called out, his voice a weak, sleepy croak, but nevertheless audible, he knew, in the stillness of the apartment.
There was no response.
Wilson glanced up to the leather cuff at his right wrist with frustration, before turning his eyes toward his other wrist -- and finding it, surprisingly, free. He frowned in confusion, before his gaze fell on the nightstand beside the bed -- and the tiny silver key that lay there.
A warm, sad smile of affection came unbidden to
As the cuff fell away, he struggled to steady himself on trembling, tired arms, sitting up on the bed and lurching unsteadily to his feet. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told him that it was still quite early, an hour or so yet before he had to be at work.
"House?" he called again with urgency as he made his way out into the hallway. “House? Are you here?”
The apartment was empty.
With a weary sigh, Wilson returned to the bedroom and reached into the closet for clean clothes, hurriedly dressing himself and preparing for work. He didn’t need to look outside, to see the empty parking space where House’s car usually was, in order to know that House had gone to work early this morning. And, as that was something House almost never did of his own accord, Wilson knew that the reason for it did not bode well for their relationship.
House was trying to avoid him.
Either afraid of Wilson’s retaliation for the events of the night before – assuming he’s even planning on this relationship going on at all – or just disgusted and hurt enough by Wilson’s careless behavior that he no longer cared to see him at all, House had deliberately left without waking him, deliberately avoiding any contact of any kind.
Wilson bit back a sigh as he made his way swiftly to his car, knowing that he didn’t deserve to feel the self-pity rising up within him. He had created this mess with his own self-absorbed carelessness.
Still – he knew it was going to be a very long and difficult day.
TBC...
Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-09 12:26 pm (UTC)I hope you don't mind long responses to your responses.
Yes, I have read (but not memorized:) all the previous chapters of this most excellent fic. My comments are limited to this chapter primarily because it was my understanding that everything Wilson did to House in previous chapters was consensual. That he's a good Dom or a bad one is besides the point. The point is that House agreed to everything that was done to him in advance. If memory serves me, he eventually also had the option of saying no at any time. Did Wilson screw up? Sure he did, but he still had consent and that makes a world of difference to me.
I completely understand that House had no choice in how they were "outed", I just used that to help illustrate (along with the other examples I sited) my opinion that this was not a particularly good day for Wilson either. I agreed with you (or rather you've agreed with me) that Wilson was not angry (in spite of the fact that he's more dependent on the opinions of others and would have preferred a more controlled outing), simply surprised. I understand that an insecure House could certainly interpret it as shame or embarrassment. Miscommunication is the cornerstone of many a fine fanfic. And your House and Wilson do it beautifully.
Now, and once again let me reiterate that I respect your story telling ability and this is only my opinion. If your partner tells you "No" once, let alone seven times (as you have Wilson doing in this chapter), it means no. Wilson's "alarmed by the wicked gleam in House's eyes", he panics, and when he said, "House...untie me. You don't have my consent." It seems like a pretty firm no to me. The fact that he responded physically at some point later doesn't mean he consented. We know he enjoyed the sex as you very kindly let us peek into his thoughts. But objectively speaking, House only got Wilson's "consent" for sex after he was extremely aroused, and somewhat incoherent. I honestly don't think that counts as consent.
Then too, there's a line where Wilson says "House...no..." ...though he knew that House wasn't listening anymore... "No, you're wrong... I don't... don't want..."
We know he's responding to House's accusing him of possible future infidelity, but does House? Earlier in the chapter, House says he'll stop if Wilson asks him to and this point House isn't listening to yet another very clear no.
Lastly Wilson certainly never consented to being tied up in a painful position all night. While I'm not an expert in the Ds culture, I think retraining someone and leaving them is a big no no. Quite honestly, and I don't mean this in a mean way, I was half expecting Wilson's "shaking hand" to drop the key before he could get it into the lock. If that had been the case and House had taken a tailwind for a few days (which would not be unusual in his current state of mind) this story could have had a much darker ending. I'm very glad you didn't go that route.
Yes, of course I sympathize with House's emotional upheaval. I agree he's in a dark and scary place. Wilson made some pretty big mistakes (most of which, if I recall, he apologized for and took steps to correct). However, restraining, having sex with, and abandoning your partner while they're still retrained, without consent, just doesn't seem to be the best way to cement a relationship based on love and respect. Even if that partner feels they deserved to be mistreated that does not erase the mistreatment. It actually makes Wilson sound like he's got battered spouse syndrome.
Favorite line? "...he would be...helpless to make any difference in their situation, until House decided otherwise."
Pretty much sums up the whole story thus far doesn't it?
Now aren't you sorry you invited me to respond?
Looking forward to your next installment,
Nibis
Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-09 12:29 pm (UTC)Great response.
Nibis :)
Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-09 04:26 pm (UTC)Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-09 04:37 pm (UTC)as to the issue of wilson's consent, we have to also consider how very well these two know each other at this point in their relationship, more specifically how well house knows wilson... yes, i put a dub-con warning on this one, because of wilson's apparent "no's", but the thing is, house knows wilson well enough to know when he actually means it and when he's trying just to maintain control of a situation that slipping out of his control, because he's uncomfortable with surrendering control to anyone else... also, he knows when he might change his mind with just a little convincing... and, at the time when wilson *did* give his consent, yes, he as aroused, but he was still very much in control of his thoughts, etc, enough to weigh his options... "sacrifice his pride, and just go with it, or continue to protest?", etc...
as to the tying him up and leaving him all night, this is house's typical avoidance... he felt that his last ditch effort at winning over wilson's devotion had failed, and yet wilson, if freed, would come after him, either to try to patronizingly make up for his hurt feelings, or maybe even to punish him for the entire incident, and he just didn't want to face him right then, too vulnerable... the cuffs wilson bought have been described before as being really comfortable, high quality, not going to be painful just on their own... house waited until wilson fell asleep (which he couldn't have done if he was *that* uncomfortable) and then left one wrist untied, with the key beside him, so that, should the discomfort become enough to wake wilson up, wilson would have the option of freeing himself... house didn't want wilson to be bound to the point of pain, he just didn't want to be around/awake when wilson freed himself, in order to avoid the confrontation...
the key to remember here, from the pov from which i'm writing this, is that house is the one who's more vulnerable to potential abuses here... at any time that wilson wants to say "that's it, i'm done" and walk away, he can, and he's already made it clear to house that he *will*. House, on the other hand, has already shown wilson that he's not able to walk away as easily. He's willing to submit himself to the dom/sub thing which he probably wouldn't have chosen, in order to keep wilson's friendship... wilson has an incredible amount of power here, and this was house's frustrated, desperate way of trying to take some of it back, even for a few minutes
Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-10 04:12 am (UTC)So the ball's in your court, would you like more thoughts or have I thunked at you enough?
Nibis
Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-10 04:15 am (UTC)personally, i enjoy this sort of discussion/debate, and i would definitely be interested in reading what you have to say further on this, should you choose to continue :)
however, if it's a hassle for you with your schedule and such, don't feel like you *have* to, you know? :)
*Hugs*
i've much appreciated your comments so far, bringing an interesting and unique perspective to the story :)
Re: Not flames, just confused about reader reaction
Date: 2008-12-10 09:42 am (UTC)I just realized that one reason I might have reacted so strongly to this chapter is that it reminded me of a very dark story that I think Night Dog wrote. House has some kind of psychotic episode where he handcuffs Wilson to the bed, breaks one of his arms, brutally rapes him, throws the cuff key on the bed and leaves. I know your chapter wasn’t even close to this level of behavior, but it was close enough to push the button. Anyway, I’m going to give you a well thought out reply or none at all, so I’d best sign off for now. He said no seven times . . . damn, now I’m going to have to reread this chapter too.
Take care,
Nibis