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Chase sighed as his pager went off. He looked at the screen: //Clinic. Exam 2. Now! - House.// "Argh! Will the torture never end?! I should have let him fire me. No I should have quit. NO! I should have jumped off a bridge!" Chase moaned to the empty lab where he'd been running pointless tests for hours.

Since he's made the huge, in a moment of panic, mistake to betray House his life had been a living hell. House wouldn't fire him. That would be too nice. His pain would be over then. He wouldn't let him quit either. No he just had Chase working hour after hour after hour till he was sure he was going to pass out, doing pointless lab work, extra clinic hours, running random errands, have him look every ever possible cause of neck pain, or other insanely common symptom, pretty much anything and everything House could think up to torture Chase.

Chase whimpered as his mind bought up horrible images of what this next horror might be as he made his way to the clinic. Patient with some gross condition? Projectile vomiting? Explosive diarrhea? Have him scrub the floors with a toothbrush? God the possibilities are endless!

He stopped outside the closed door and knocked lightly.

"Come in!"

Chase sighed having been half hoping House's ADD side would have kicked in and he would have gotten distracted by his Game boy or something. But no. Nothing was more fun then Chase torture!

Chase opened the door and blinked to find nothing but House sitting on a stool. "Um you paged me Dr. House?"

House smirked. Chase felt terror.

"Come in. Close the door."

Chase complied, swallowing hard and wondering what House could be planing.

"Take your clothes off."

Chase froze and stared. "What?"

"Take your clothes off. Get undressed. Disrobe. In the immortal words of Tommy Lee: Get naked!"

Chase goggled then managed to sputter, "Now see here! There are limits! I don't say anything about the comments about my pretty mouth, or my pretty hair, or threats to grab my ass, but this is over the line!"

House somehow managed to give a look of complete innocence. All that was missing was a hallo "What are you talking about Chase? I just happen to notice, in your medical records, that you're over due for a check up and you're looking awfully pale and tired lately. And you've lost weight. Can't have a sick doctor running around the hospital can we?"

Chase pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes willing him self not to burst a blood vessel or beat House to death with his own cane. "I haven't been out of the labs for more then a hour or two, in days. Of course I'm tired and pale! Not to mention my blood is probably 90% coffee at this point!" Chase snapped in irritation.

House smirked. "We can add crankiness to the list of symptoms. And thanks for proving my point for me. You need to be checked out. So for the last time: Take your clothes off."

Chase huffed and started to turn to leave the room.

"You know you walk out of this room and I might stop being so nice to you." House said conversationally.

Chase turned and gawked. "Nice? Nice?!"

"Yeah I've been very nice to you in light of what you did. But I might just forget I'm such a great guy and get a bit mean if you don't behave your self."

Chase hissed sharply though his teeth and reached up to undo his tie.

House smirked. "Now there's my good wombat."

If looks could kill Chase's would have rendered House into a pile of smoldering ash.

House wasn't bothered in the least. He grinned watching as Chase pulled off his orange checkered tie then started to unbutton his bright green, striped shirt. Chase scowled. "Are you just going to sit there and watch me?!"

"Want me to help?"

"No, I want some privacy!"

"And what would be the point of that?"

Chase growled and snatched the hospital gown off the exam table then dropped down behind the table, out of House's view. It was immature. It was stupid. But frankly he didn't care. He hadn't slept in what felt like a year, House was being a psycho pain in the ass, and if he wanted to be immature and hide on the floor he would damn well do so!

House snickered. "Are we playing hide and go seek now?"

Chase popped up a second later still scowling and holding the gown closed with one hand and his shirt and tie in the other.

House pointed down at his pants. "Missed something."

"Bite me!" Chase snapped slapping his shirt and tie down on the counter and sitting down on the examining table.

House got to his feet looking amused. "My my you're a grumpy little duckling today aren't you?"

Chase rolled his eyes. "To use an American term: Duh."

House gave him another amused look then grabbed a disposable thermometer. "Open up."

Chase mentally plotted revenge in various horrible ways if only he wasn't totally and completely House's bitch, while House stuck the thermometer under his tongue and grabbed his wrist.

"80 BPM. Little rapid."

"M'm ma mittle mmmpth!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." House said pulling out the thermometer looked at the reading then threw it away. "What was that?"

"I said I'm a little stressed as you well know!"

"Uh-huh. Poor wombat." House mocked while grabbing his stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff.

Chase let him self indulge in a fantasy involving weapons of mass destruction, him and House, and a lot of blood, death and destruction.

House eyes nearly popped out. "Good god how has your head not exploded?"

Chase blinked out of his daydream and looked at the reading. "Gah. Like I said I'm a bit stressed at the moment."

House continued with his examination ignoring Chase's glares and various slightly worrying mutters about decapitation, semi-automatics, and rivers of blood. He pressed his stethoscope against Chase's back. "Breathe." Chase scowled but obeyed.

House moved the stethoscope to several spots listening and ordering Chase to breathe before moving slightly around the exam table to press the stethoscope against Chase's chest and listen to the steady, if slightly fast, beating of his heart.

When he'd finished examining Chase he stood back and critically scrutinized him.

"What?!" Chase finely snapped after squirming under House's gaze for several seconds.

"You are one stressed out, tired, fluffy little woodland creature."

Chase twitched. "That is what I told you before!"

"Whatever. I think you need some stress relief." House said, suddenly grabbing at Chase and kissing him.

Chase sat frozen in shock before sputtering, "What the bloody hell was that?!"

House snorted. "It can not have been that long that you don't know what a kiss is."

"You- me- what?!"

"Oh for... just come here!" House ordered grabbing Chase again.

Chase was stunned but found him self melting into the kiss. House's long fingers threaded though his hair pulling his close and holding his still while he ravished Chase's mouth.

Chase gasped and moaned into the kiss his own hands seemed to develop a mind of their own as they latched onto House.

House's hands untangled from Chase hair and moved down Chase's body slowly teasing and exciting as this trailed down his body ending at his fly. "If you're going to have any 'Oh my god! I'm Catholic! What am I doing?! I'm going to hell!' freak outs now's your last chance." House warned after pulling his mouth off Chase's.

Chase snorted. "I think panicking about gay sex is quite a few years too late at this point House. Now are you going to fuck me or just stand here talking all day?"

House gave a surprised but pleased smirk. "Oh a bossy bottom. And a slutty bossy bottom at that!"

Chase's objections to being called a slut were swallowed by House's mouth covering his again while his hands swiftly undid Chase's pants then pulled back from kissing for a moment. "Up."

"What?!"

"Hips up. Or I can't get your pants off."

Chase quickly shifted letting House pull his pants and boxers down and off. "Oh dear. You seem to have a nasty case of swelling here."

Chase was panting harshly but managed to smirk. "Well then you'd better do something about that shouldn't you?"

"Hmm you're right. I'll go get a ice pack." He started to turned to leave.

"House!"

"Yes? Something wrong?" House somehow managed to project complete innocence in that one sentence.

"If you don't get back over here and finish what you started..." Chase growled softly shooting House a killing glare.

"What are you gonna do? Spank me? Want to borrow Cuddy's hairbrush?" House snarked but came back over and wrapped a hand around Chase's erection squeezed lightly making Chase gasp and collapse back on the table.

"Ohhhh Goooood." Chase breathlessly moaned.

"No no no. Say it with me. House. H-O-U-S-E. House. Not God. That's too kinky even for me."

Chase lifted his head up and glared at his though a haze of lust. "Will you shut up and fuck me already?!"

House smirked. "Bossy, bossy little thing aren't you? But I'll let you get away with it just this one time." He reached over and pulled open a drawer and grabbed a tube of KY jelly, and pulled a condom out of his pocket, tossing both onto the rolling tool tray for now.

He quickly undid his own pants, then grabbed the lube and squeezed out a finger full, before pushing Chase's legs not so gently apart and easing his finger inside.

Chase let out a gasp at the cold, that quickly turned into a moan as House started to move the finger loosening tight muscles.

House chuckled and added more lube and a second finger, pausing for a second when Chase flinched and hissed.

"No! Don't stop! More! Now already!" Chase demanded panting for breath.

House smirked moving again. "Knew you were a masochist!" He sing songed while ignoring Chase's whine of protest as he pulled out and grabbed the condom, ripping it open and quickly rolling it onto his own rock hard erection.

Chase started to growl a come back, but his brain was promptly shut down as House moved into position and slammed home into his body.

House closed his eyes gritting his teeth, trying to think about dead puppies, angry Cuddy, perky Cameron, anything to keep him self from coming instantly.

Chase moaned low, and long in the back of his throat. "Oh God House stop torturing me and move already!" He begged.

House got him self under control, then started to move, doing his best to make the top of Chase's head blow off.

Chase gasped, seeing sparks in front of his eyes as House managed to hit his prostate with almost every move he made.

House wrapped his hand around Chase's cock and started pumping in sync with his slamming into Chase, quickly bringing him to climax, then quickly following himself.

Chase lay there gasping harshly staring up at the ceiling, his whole body tingling, House half draped over him.

After a long minute he lifted his head and stared down at House. "What, the hell was that?"

House lifted his own head and stared at Chase. "Did your brains really leak out of your ears? Lack of oxygen to the brain? Do we need to schedule you for brain damage tests now, Goldilocks?"

Chase rolled his eyes and sighed. "You know what I mean! One minute you're torturing me in any way you can invent for fun and the next your screwing me into next week? What's up with that?!"

House smirked pushing his self up, grabbing his bottle of Vicodin from his pocket and popping one. "Well I guess you can say....I decided to forgive you."

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