Title: Waffles and Werewolves

Series: The Bloody Club

Authors: Dru and Harem

Pairing: House/Chase

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Gay Sex. Whoo-hoo!

Summary: House stalks Chase when he learns about his nighttime hobby.

Disclaimer: No, we don't own them. Yes that was a stupid question.

Notes: Story One in the Bloody Club Series

 

Waffles and WereWolves

 

--Ch1--

 

House limped into the Diagnostic's lounge and paused looking at Chase. The young intensivist was eating what appeared to be a raspberry donut. Not 'eating' it so much, House decided, as fucking it. Chase was lapping out the red filling through a small hole, curling his tongue to catch the jelly with a deliciously obscene slurp.

 

House grabbed a cup of coffee then sat down at the table continuing to scrutinize Chase.

 

Chase continued to suck on his donut, his eyes closed, not seeming to notice House's interest.

 

House leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow at Chase. He cleared his throat "Are you going to eat that donut or just continue performing fellatio on it? I'm going to start selling tickets at the door."

 

Chase's eyes flew open, and he scowled at the older doctor. "I've been here for hours already, I had to revive six coding patients back to back over the last three hours and now I just want to enjoy my coffee break and raspberry donut in peace: So shush!" Chase snapped.

 

House smirked. "Wow, someone's a cranky little duckling today. Feeling more sexually frustrated than usual? Boyfriend not putting out?" He asked, in mock sympathy.

 

Chase snarled, grabbed his coffee and donut and moved to the other end of the table.

 

House snickered. "Oooh. How will I ever mock him now? He's gone so incredibly far away! Oh where, oh where is my bullhorn when I need it, so my duckling can hear me from across such a vast distance?"

 

Chase ground his teeth but tried to ignore him while he concentrated on his donut.

 

"Where did you learn to do that? Seminary?"

 

Chase sighed but didn't rise to the bait. "It's a donut. I'm eating it. What could possibly be so fascinating about that?"

 

"Eating? Well yes I suppose you could call what you're doing to that donut 'eating' it."

 

"Oh for the love of-" Chase trailed off as he saw Cuddy appear in the doorway looking annoyed.

 

"House! You're three hours late, we have a clinic full of patients, and you're sitting in here bantering with Chase? Go to the clinic!"

 

House glanced towards her. "I'm busy. Have someone else take care of the runny noses and fevers. Send Cameron or Foreman. Hell, give a bottle of aspirin to a monkey and it can handle the clinic!"

 

"They've been in the clinic for three hours already, so hello Dr. Monkey. Here. Girl got hit by FedEx truck. She and her... friend are in exam 2. Go. Fix!" Cuddy ordered, shoving a file into House's hands.

 

"A FedEx truck?" Chase asked, polishing off his snack. He stood and walked over to look at the file House was boredly flipping though. "Shouldn't she be in the ER or surgery then?"

 

"Girl got lucky and has nothing worse then some bruises, cuts and scrapes. Now go see her, House!" Cuddy ordered turning and leaving.

 

House made faces at her back then turned to Chase. "Well what are you waiting for? Lets get this over with wombat."

 

"I'm sorry I didn't hear Cuddy mention my name. Just you. You should go." Chase said turning back to his coffee, licking the sugary glaze from his fingertips.

 

House grabbed Chase by the back of his lab coat. "Oh no you don't! If I have to go so do you!"

 

"Why?"

 

"Because I'm you're boss and I'm telling you to! I refuse to suffer alone. If I'm going to be in pain so are you." House said mildly distracted by the dribble of red jelly on Chase's chin.

 

He wondered what Chase would do if he licked it off. House paused, wondering why he thought of licking it off. He cleared his throat again.

 

"Come on, Ducking" He gave the lab coat a little tug. "Hup to."

 

Chase groaned, glancing longingly at his coffee steaming on the table before obediently following House out of the lounge.

 

--ch 2--

 

"God I can not believe how stupid you are! Who plays in traffic?" Dru ranted, glaring at the girl sitting on the examining table. She angrily flipped her shoulder length curly black hair out of her eyes and making the various chains; hanging from her black and red corseted dress, tinkle.

 

"I can't help it! I'm a werewolf. Werewolves chase cars!" Harem defended her self while picking at a bloody hole in her leather pants. She scowled and fingered at the blood and dirt stains on her favorite white shirt, sighing as she ran her hands though her short blue hair. Those stains were never coming out.

 

Dru rolled her eyes. "God woman. If you want pain try S&M. It's much safer then dodging in front of cars and trucks! And if you do need medical attention, no witnesses around. So you can just call me and I can get Apollo or Ace to heal you. But no, you have to leap in front of cars, in front of tons of people so now we're in the hospital, and gods, what if someone notices something? We could outing the whole paranormal world just because you had to chase the mailman!"

 

Harem snorted. "Calm down, Goddess. You're too high strung. There's not that much that's different about me and all I need is a couple stitches. You're the undead bloodsucking one, remember? I'm pretty much normal. " She pointed an accusing finger at her friend. "Not a word!"

 

Dru mouth snapped closed and she silently scowled.

 

"Like I was saying I'm almost perfectly normal and some dumb, distracted doctor is barely going to look at us. He wants to be here even less than I do. No one's going to notice anything other then thinking we have fetish issues. So we play nice, then we leave and you can get me fixed!"

 

"Good point: We don't want a bunch of puppies running around now do we? I'll call the vet as soon as we get out of here." Dru said boosting her self up to sit on the edge of the exam table.

 

"Ok I walked right into that one." Harem admitted

 

Both stopped talking when the door swung open and House and Chase walked in. "Alright who -" House paused when he caught sight of the two women. "Huh."

 

Chase stepped around House to get fully into the room and froze, going pale.

 

Harem spotted him and smiled widely. "Robbie?! What are you doing here?" She held out a scraped arm. "Want to kiss it better?"

 

Dru grinned happily. "How's it going? We haven't seen you at the Bloody in forever! What have you been up to?"

 

Chase blinked, and edged back behind House.

 

"And why do you have jelly on your face? Need some help cleaning up?" Dru asked giving him a teasing leer.

 

"I err.. I'm sorry you have the wrong person. I don't know who you're talking about!" Chase said, running the back of his hand over his chin, and wiping it distractedly on his lab coat.

 

"What? Of course you know what we're talking about! The Bloody Club. We practically live there. Hell, I made out with you just last week!" Harem exclaimed.

 

Dru caught Chase's worried _expression and whacked Harem upside the head. "Pup, stop being dumb! This is clearly not Robbie. He just looks a lot like him. Now shh and let the nice doctors work."

 

"But-"

 

"Shh!"

 

Harem poute, but remained quiet.

 

Chase instantly relaxed and smiled nervously as House eyed the three of them. "Alright I'm Dr. House and this is Dr. Chase. We're the oh so lucky, doctors who are going to be treating you today Miss...Harem? You were playing in traffic?" House asked while reaching out to grab Dru's wrist.

 

Dru squeaked and pulled her arm away. "Uh wrong one! She's Harem. She's the dumb mutt. I'm not hurt." Dru said, trying to hide her panic.

 

House frowned eying her critically "You weren't injured? Then why are you looking so shocky?"

 

"Uh...I'm not! I'm just pale. And I'm wearing makeup. A lot of makeup. And wow, would you look at how bloody my friend is! You should really be worried about her." Dru said pointing at Harem hoping to get the doctors focus off of her. Harem wiggled her fingers at him.

 

"Uh-huh.Ok. Traffic? No fireworks, alcohol, and lawn darts to play with, huh?" House said turning to examine Harem.

 

"I like playing in traffic. It's fun." Harem said, flinching as House poked at her leg examining one of the cuts there. She poked his arm, earning a glare from the doctor.

 

"Yeah tons of fun. Who need video games, TV, or Internet porn when you can dodge out in front of trucks and nearly die? Ok You're going to have to get out of those clothes." House said stepping back and grabbing a hospital gown from the closet.

 

Harem eyed up the gown. "Kinky. I haven't played doctor in a long time."

 

"Not everyone is after your ass Harem! Just change before I give into my urge to whack you again. And I'm wearing my big silver rings!" Dru growled barely audibly.

 

Harem sighed and snatched the gown, starting to undo the remaining buttons on her shirt.

 

"Ah! Hold on we'll give you some privacy." Chase said quickly stepping towards the door.

 

The injured werewolf grinned, "I don't min-"

 

"House!" Chase interrupted. "Come on!"

 

"What? She said-. Oh fine, you party pooper. Go fetch a few suture kits and idocaine for some of the deeper cuts."

 

Dru slid off the table and followed them out of the room ignoring Harem's whines for her to stay for a bit of a grope before the doctors got back.

 

Dru nervously leaned against the wall, looking anywhere but at House. She studied her scuffed heels.

 

"So. You weren't with her when she got hit?"

 

"Uh nope. I was on the sidewalk. I just scraped her up and bought her here."

 

"So you saw her get hit? You could be in shock from seeing your friend get hit like that. You should let us check you out. Just to be sure. Wouldn't want you to just keel over dead or anything right? Might make the hospital look bad."

 

Dru fiddled with her corset.  When Chase arrived with the suture kits and idocaine at the same time that Harem called out she was changed, The vampiress sighed in relief.

 

They re-entered the room and House and Chase quickly cleaned, sutured, and bandaged Harem up. "Ok keep those clean and dry and come back to have them removed in about a week." Chase said throwing his rubber gloves in the trashcan.

 

"Oh yay. Thanks." Harem sighed, fingering a bandage that covered the scraped remains of a tattoo.

 

"What about a neck cone? She might gnaw her wounds." House suggested.

 

Dru glanced down at her friend. "He might have a point."

 

Chase sighed, and then smiled as his pager went off. He grabbed it and checked the screen. "I've got to run. I'm needed in ICU." Chase said looking between Harem and the door.

 

"I'll finish up here. You go." House waved him off, sounding irritated.

 

"Thanks!" Chase said bounding from the room.

 

House limped over to the door and peeked out then closed and locked it.

 

"Ok give. How do you know Chase?"

 

"W-What? I thought we cleared that up before? Just mistaken identity."

 

"Don't give me that. You suck at lying. I noticed some things during my examination."

 

Harem leered. House ignored her, continuing to speak to Dru.

 

"Such as your friend here should be dead. And you, apparently, already are." House said pinning the two women with his gaze.

 

"...What?" Dru managed to squeak.

 

House grabbed her wrist. "No pulse. Cold to the touch. Not breathing unless you're speaking. You're so pale you have a blue tinge in certain light. You don't get much more dead than that. But you're walking and talking. Odd. And our little friend was hit by a truck, but only has some bruises and minor scrapes along with one or two deeper cuts. She should be a stain on the pavement or on life support if she's really lucky but she's sitting here perfectly fine. And you both know my intensivist from a club blood."

 

"The Bloody Club" Harem chimed helpfully. Again, she was ignored

 

 "You know I think some major newspaper would be very interested to know about you two. Unless you feel like there's something I should know about our dear 'Robbie'?"

 

Dru and Harem exchanged looks then sighed. "Alright tell him, Harem."

 

Harem took a deep breath and began to talk quickly. "I'm a werewolf. She's a vampire. We hang out at The Bloody Club. It's a human/non-human club. The humans just don't know about the non-human part. Chase is one of the humans, and he thinks we're just weird. He's a.... friend and some times make out friend if you get him drunk enough. He doesn't know about us and you cannot tell him about us! It's bad enough that you know! Don't dissect me!"

 

House stood staring at them in disbelief. They sounded like escaped mental patients. But...the lack of vital signs in the one and the being alive in the other did point to the truthfulness of their story. He wiped a hand over his eyes, peeking out at the two non-humans from between his fingers.

 

"Wait, Chase is a vampire groupie?"

 

Harem and Dru blinked at him then looked at each other. That was the part he latched on to?

 

-- ch 3--

 

(One week later)

 

 Chase pushed the wet hair out of his eyes, stepping out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and used a second one to start drying his hair. He wandered into the bedroom where his clothes were already laid out on the bed, and observed them critically.  Black leather pants and a flowing black silk shirt. A bit understated perhaps, but he thought it suited him. He threw the damp towels towards the laundry basket and got dressed.

 

Only the matter of fixing his hair, putting some make up on, grabbing a quick dinner, and he'd be ready to go, ready to forget about work, and just enjoy being the character he had adopted when he came to New Jersey. He snickered as he plugged in his hair dryer. God he'd never hear the end of it from House or the others if they found out where their mild mannered duckling spent his free time.

 

Hot air blew from the blow dryer as he ran his fingers though his hair, trying to get it to dry faster. He looked at his reflection and thought about the reactions his co-workers would have to finding out that Chase spent many a night pretending he was a vampire and hanging out with others doing the same. Drinking wine, or fake blood if he was on call, dancing, making out with, well which ever of his friends was currently trying to get him drunk.

 

Cameron with her mother-henning would worry that he would get hurt. Foreman would think it was childish: an immature waste of time. Wilson would schedule him for a psych _eval. And House, Chase shuddered and made a face at himself in the mirror. He didn't even want to think about House's reaction.

 

Thank God he would never find out. It had been close though. What were the chances of two of his friends from The Bloody Club ending up in the clinic and being treated by him and House? If Dru hadn't managed to shut Harem up. He shook his head and didn't finish the thought. His secret was still safe.

 

He gave his hair a last flip to make it fall into place and shut off the hair dryer. He opened the medicine cabinet and surveyed the supply of make up. He decided to go more casual tonight and only grabbed some eyeliner and pale foundation. There was a chance he might get called in, and he didn't want to explain that he was late because he was taking off his makeup.

 

When finished, he examined him self in the mirror comparing this leather and silk clad him, and the badly dressed in garishly colored, mismatched horrors him, his co-workers knew. It wasn't that he didn't care about his appearance at work, but his job usually involved gore and bodily fluids. There was no point in dressing up just to be vomited on.

 

He shook his head and moved from the bathroom to his bedroom. He untied the red scarf from the bedpost, and picked up the small black case that held his fangs from the nightstand.

 

He threw the scarf on top of his black duster and set the box down on top of the bar, before pulling a box of leftovers from the fridge. He leaned against the fridge door as he ate.

 

When his mind started to drift towards House and his co-workers again he gave him self a mental slap. What was wrong with him?! He was a rich, popular, handsome doctor, and he was getting ready to go out and spend time with a bunch of gorgeous, more then slightly slutty people. The whole reason he started going to the Bloody Club was to forget about his work, and co-workers. He loved his job, but right now he was off the clock, and he shouldn't feel guilty because his coworkers might not approve of how he spent his time.

 

He angrily stabbed at his left over Chinese food, almost as if he was stabbing House, Cameron, or Foreman instead of an innocent chunk of chicken. Damn it. He wasn't going to let them do this to him! House controlled his life completely at work but this was his free time! He was going out and having fun and House could go screw himself. He didn't need the other man's permission to go out and play.

 

Chase sighed and threw the empty box into the trash. He took a minute to force all thoughts of House out of his mind and get into his headspace. Once he felt properly Vampireish he grabbed his wallet and keys, slid into his duster, and wrapped the scarf around his neck. He popped his fangs onto his canine teeth, running his tongue over the false teeth, and left, locking the door behind him.

 

He was looking forward to his night at the Bloody Club. Who knew, he might even let Dru get him drunk tonight.

 

 

--ch 4--

 

House scowled into the mirror. This was insane He was acting like a 14 year old going on a first date instead of a grown adult going out to a goth groupie club to embarrass his also grown adult intensivist. It was a perfectly normal night on the town.

 

This was not a date. It was... stalking to put it in the best terms. He'd been researching, checking out lame web sites, harassing Chase's two weird friends, checking more weird web sites, and even following Chase around for a little bit and doing a bit of B&E to search his apartment. The footwork had been worth it, giving him the information he needed

 

He limped from the mirror and sat on the edge of his bed twirling his cane as he went over every thing he'd managed to find out about Chase's nighttime hobby.

 

The Bloody Club. Mostly humans role-playing but a good few handfuls of actual vampires and werewolves who hung out regularly and mocked the humans. On the wrong side of town, advertised only by a small metal sign in the shape of the ace of clubs. Discreet and rather seedy.

 

Open from before sunset till after sunrise.

 

Chase goes at least three or four times a week unless there were patients keeping him at the hospital all night or for days at a time.

 

Chase was popular with pretty much everyone, humans and non-humans, although Chase doesn't know about the last part. Reason number one why House was entitled to stalk him. Who the hell hung out with vampires? He didn't need his little ducky drained of blood. He'd be completely useless at work then. And the fact that Chase didn't realize some party goers were less than living wasn't a good sign.

 

The club was dark and smoky and fairly easy to be alone if you wanted to be alone. Or just make out with someone in a dark corner.

 

If a corner wasn't private enough, there were some rooms for 'VIPs' aka real vampires and werewolves and their mates, no humans allowed without a vampire or werewolf. 

 

 Only three drink choices: wine, real blood or fake blood although there were several types of fake blood including one with chocolate. Harem had tipped him in to her stash of rum behind the bar, so at least he could get a normal drink. Beer, however, apparently wasn't popular with the creepies.

 

He levered himself up and went to the bathroom, continuing to review the information as he put in his false canines. They were huge, and uncomfortable as hell, but the Bloody Club had a policy of not letting normal looking people in. House rolled his eyes.

 

Vampires. If he managed to piss off a vampire, which knowing him was likely, decapitation or a stake though the heart were pretty much the only options. But unfortunately, or fortunately for the vampires, it wasn't like on Buffy where a toddler with carpel tunnel and a toothpick could slay a vampire. He had cracked open enough sternums to know they were thick and hard to get though, and hearts were relatively small, so if you missed you were just going to have a pissed off vampire hell bent on killing you in nasty ways. Garlic was completely overrated.

 

Werewolves. Silver hurt werewolves. Silver also made werewolves likely to rip out your throat in revenge if they don't like you and you didn't kill them the first time. It was best to avoid pissing off werewolves at all costs, unless you had super powers your self or a hell of a lot of silver bullets and a good aim. He doubted doggie biscuits would cut it.

 

After a week of hard work he was finely ready to put his plan of Chase torture into action. He was wearing old ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, and hadn't shaved for an extra couple of days. He figured he looked scruffy enough to pass for a werewolf, at least at casual inspection. He swore as he bit his lip with an oversized fang.

 

He grabbed a piece of ice and held it to his mouth. He reminded himself it was all for a good cause. He was going to go to The Bloody Club and hopefully embarrass the hell out of Chase and give him mocking material for months to come. Or maybe just some really good blackmail material. The look on Chase's face alone would be worth a few hours playing dress up with the other weirdoes.

 

He grabbed his car keys and headed out of his apartment to go torture the hell out of Chase, letting the door slam behind him.

 

--ch 5--

 

House's eyes were glued to Chase. For the last two hours, ever since he had spotted him, all he had done was watch as Chase laughed, and drank, danced, and drank, flirted, and drank, kissed, and drank. And even if every drink wasn't alcoholic he could clearly see Chase was getting past just a happy buzz as he made out with one of his friends from the clinic last week. The vampire one he was pretty sure from the pale skin and gothic clothing.

 

He felt an annoying urge to growl and go over there and rip them apart. Purely for Chase's health of course. There was no way making out with a vampire could be healthy. At least not mentally.

 

He scowled when he felt eyes burning into him again. What was this, Cheers? Did everyone know everyone's name and he stood out as a new guy? He'd been getting weird looks all night, and more than a few offers for a free drink. It made him twitchier then the place in general made him. He clutched his cane tighter and made a face as he sipped at a wine glass full of mint flavored fake blood. He'd started off with rum but couldn't afford to get drunk around these people. Drunken humans and potentially violent creepy monsters were not a good mix. He'd been forced to switch to something non-alcoholic, and unless he wanted a little O Pos or other 'yummy' blood types he had to stick to the fake blood, which was rather like drinking syrup.

 

He slumped lower, trying to blend into the shadows and took a furtive look around trying to spot who was staring at him. Oh joy. Half the room. He scowled and projected his best 'Leave me the hell alone or I'll make sure you get to know my cane up close and personal!' aura mostly used when trying to avoid clinic work. Most of the eyes darted away. At least he still had the glare working for him.

 

 

He focused back on Chase who was still kissing the vampire girl. Where the hell were his diagnostic skills? How could he not notice the cool skin, and lack of heartbeat or respiration? If nothing else House would torture the hell out of him for missing clear and blatant clues like that. God Forbid the boy might actually have to diagnose a patient one day. Hmm, kind of blue, no pulse, wonder if she's free Friday.

 

He relaxed when he saw them untangle from each other, whisper for a minute, then she disappeared into the crowd and Chase grabbed another drink from the bar. Fake Blood. It was too thick, House thought idly. With the way Chase had been dancing he really needed water. What if he got dehydrated?

 

House blinked. Why was he worrying about what Chase drank? Chase was a big boy. He could take care of himself. Well, except for the blood sucking creatures of the night part.

 

Chase was not good for House's mental health.

 

He snarled, drawing more then a few looks, when he saw a tall hulking man approach and start flirting with Chase.  Unbelievably Chase started flirting back, rubbing the man's silk sleeve like it was some kind of twisted pet.

 

It wasn't until they started moving off to a couch in a dark corner that House just screwed the plan and just started stalking over there, as much as a guy with a cane could stalk, with no plan other then get that guy the hell off of Chase

 

"Hey! Neanderthal! Hands off! Can't you see he's drunk? Get your grubby mitts off him!" House snapped finally getting to the pair. He whacked the man's shin with the tip of his cane to emphasize his point. He was acutely aware that they were the center of attention. Good, maybe he wouldn't get his ass kicked so hard if there were witnesses.

 

Chase jerked, startled and gawked at House. "House?!" The name came out as a squeak.  What are you doing here?!"

 

"You know this...mutt, pet?" The large vampire growled, glaring at House.

 

"Uh...yeah. I think. He's my boss. House what are you doing here?!" Chase demanded. He managed to look affronted, which House thought was a pretty good feat for a man drunk half off his leather clad little ass.

 

"I'm keeping you from getting into trouble since you're clearly incapable of taking care of your self!" House snapped, before glaring at the larger man again. He reached out and snagged Chase's shirt collar and by force of habit Chase slid towards him.

 

"Hands off Hulk. He belongs to me. He's my private property. I'm only telling you once. Mine!"

 

Chase along with everyone else in hearing range stared at House. He felt Chase pulling away and grabbed on the shirt collar again.

 

The music stopped, leaving an awkward silence. After a few seconds the music started up again.

 

"Hands off! He beings to me!

Hands off! He's my private property!

Hands off!

I'll tell you just one last time! The boy is miiiiine!"

 

Chase shot a death glare towards the DJ. "Eric!" He snapped angrily and a second later the music switched back to normal and Eric shot him an angelically innocent look. Snickers flew around the crowd.

 

Chase gave him a look promising pain later and turned back on House. "What the bloody hell are you doing?! How did you get here? How did you find this place? Why are you here? What the bloody sodding hell do you think your doing?!" With each question Chase had begun talking more calmly and in a lower tone. House knew, from the times he had managed to get the aussie riled up, that this was most defiantly not a good sign.

 

"I'm keeping you alive. Idiot. What the hell are you doing in a place like this?! Good little Catholic boys like you shouldn't be in nasty places like this."

 

Chase glanced up and seeing most of the room watching their little soap opera quickly latched onto House arm. "You. Come with me. Everyone else. Back to what you were doing!" He yanked, not quite caring if he toppled House over right now and started walking quickly towards the back of the building, past the bathrooms, past storage, past the managers office, to a room only a select few knew about let alone had access too.

 

 Chase pulled out his key ring, and fumbled until he found a small black key. He tried to fit in the lock, but his coordination was off. Apparently rage induced sobriety was only good for so long. House carefully tipped him against the wall, took the key, and opened the door. He let his eyes adjust to the dimness, and tried to avoid studying the room in detail as he steered Chase into the room, locking the door behind him.

 

--ch 6--

 

The room was dimmer than the rest of the club, and the smoke didn't smell quite legal, but it was quiet. There were chaise lounges and comfortable chairs, and even large pillows scattered on the floor. The few people who were occupying the room seemed content to ignore the newcomers.

 

Chase pulled House along to one of the many small alcoves hidden behind a heavy curtain. The sole piece of furniture in the room was a large brass bed.

 

"Alright talk. What was up out there? Why are you here? Why are you acting like this?!" He hissed looking ready to tear House's head off with his bare hands.

 

The older man however was busy studying the bed.

 

"Nice place you have here. What, going for the Undead Play Boy Mansion thing?" House said ignoring Chase's questions and anger.

 

"House!" Chase blocked the view of the bed with his body, folding his arms across his chest. "You have no right to be doing this! I'm on my off time! This is my free time, I'm a grown adult and if I want to get drunk and have casual, rough sex, with my friends or total strangers it's none of your concern, as long as I'm on time and doing my job at work! Which I do!"

 

"Yeah until you get killed! And then I have to interview and I hate interviewing!"

 

"I do know about protection."

 

House snorted and rolled his eyes. "Condoms are really going to stop that big hulk of a vampire from ripping out your throat after he decides he's a bit hungry and you look like a tasty snack!"

 

"...House you're worrying me. It's a game. We're Role Players. How much have you had to drink tonight?" Chase asked leaning in trying to check his pupils.

 

"Oh for the love of..." House groaned, steadying Chase as he wobbled again. "You were the one drinking like a sorority girl. You were  the one about to screw some guy you don't know on a couch in the middle of a club!"

 

"I was not!"

 

House stared.

 

"It was the back of the club." Chase ducked his head.

 

House snickered.

 

Chase hissed though his teeth in annoyance. "You always have to screw everything up don't you? I was going to get laid! I'm horny, dammit! It's been days since I've gotten any, and you just had to have your little freak out before I got any didn't you? You couldn't wait ten minutes?"

 

"Days?! Oh stop your prissy little whining! I've gone for months without sex! So you can just stop your complaining!"

 

Chase froze and stood swaying for a minute. House worried the alcohol had finely gotten to him and he was going to keel over. Aw, well at least the bed looked comfy.

 

"Months?" Chase squeaked. "That's not right."

 

"You're telling me? I-" Whatever clever remark House was planning to come up with stuck in his throat as his young intensivist kissed him. Fortunately, it seemed like Chase was going to go after it with his tongue.  Bright lad, always thinking.

 

Unfortunately, House needed to breathe, eventually. Grudgingly, he peeled the willing blond away.

 

Chase grinned.

 

House swallowed.

 

"Uh Chase have you bumped your pretty little head at some point during the evening that I missed?"

 

Chase smirked. And House realized he was sitting on the bed. He didn't remember getting there. "No. Now shut up while I get the sex we've both been missing out on." Chase ordered, pushing him back flat on the bed and made quick work of unzipping House jeans and pulling them and his boxer briefs down enough to pull his cock out.

 

The slender fingers were cool against his hot skin and House's brain was quickly losing blood flow. "Chase do you know what your doing?" House liked drunken sex as much as the next guy, but this was his co-worker, his duckling, and one tiny rational part of his mind did not want to explain this in the morning.

 

"Yeah. You want a blow job?"

 

"What the hell kind of question is that?"

 

The blond just blinked up at him.

 

House growled. "Yes!"

 

Chase smirked. "Then shut up." He ordered, unwrapping a silver colored condom and popping it in his mouth. House quirked an eyebrow, watching as the young blond descended on his cock. The condom slid on smoothly and Chase looked up at him with a triumphant grin.

 

"Where did you learn that?"

 

"Seminary" He shrugged and turned his attention back to the silver coated cock.

 

House's breath was ragged as he felt Chase take all of him into his mouth, trapping his cock between the sharp enamel fangs, before pulling back to swirl his tongue around the tip, sucking delicately. 

 

'So this is the life of a jelly donut?' House thought distractedly, admiring the view. Chase had curled up against his hip and left leg and had propped himself up on one elbow. His free hand was tracing absent-minded circles on House's thigh, as he sucked his cock.

 

As if of their own violation, House hands went for Chase's hair. Chase immediately stopped moving. He slapped House hands, giving him a warning glare. He waited till the hands retreated before he turned his attention back to the hard cock that was begging for his attention. He scraped it lightly with one fang.

 

House gasped and his hands clenched as Chase made his brain leak out his ears. When he grabbed at Chase's hair, the younger man growled deep in his throat, a vibration that shot through House's whole body.  Chase pulled back and managed to look exceptionally stern for a drunken guy.

 

"No! Bad House! I guess I'm going to have to take care of you." Chase said slowly pulling off his scarf.

 

"Ugh? Erm. What?" House managed to mumble eloquently.

 

Chase chuckled, quickly grabbed his wrists and bound them to the headboard with his scarf. "That should keep you under control for now." Chase muttered, mostly to himself. Leisurely he worked his way back down to House's cock, stopping along the way to nibble or suck at interesting bits of skin through the thin shirt.

 

Chase reached his destination and looked up at the older man. In one swift motion he swallowed House as deeply as he could. Then, without breaking eye contact, he growled. House came with a startled yell.

 

It was several minutes before House could do anything but stare stupidly at the ceiling. When he finally regained most of his senses, Chase was still nestled against his hip, and he was still tied down. "Guh? Err Chase you going to let me up now?"

 

"Why should I?" Chase asked smirking. The smirk reminded House obscenely of the cat who got the cream.

 

"Er... cause I can't return the favor if I'm tied down?"

 

Chase snorted. "There's plenty you can do without me letting you up."

 

House blinked for a minute trying to remind him self he wanted Chase to untie him. "Yeah er well, not if you pass out. Then we have to wait until Cuddy comes looking for her missing doctors. "

 

Chase frowned at that thinking for a minute before sighing and reaching up to untie House's hands. Even drunk, he was responsible enough to listen to his partner.

 

As soon as he was released House rolled Chase beneath him and covered his mouth with his own while his own hands swiftly undid Chase's tight leather pants. His hand wrapped around Chase's cock making him gasp sharply around House's kiss.

 

"Whoops almost forgot." House said smirking and grabbed Chase's scarf and used it to tie Chase's arms over his head. "Turn about is fair play, wombat!"

 

Chase somehow managed to glare though the drunkenness and lust. And it was actually a fairly good glare.

 

House smirked and wrapped his hand around Chase's cock again and started to slowly move it, making Chase gasp and buck.

 

He kept his touch light and slow, teasing the blond. He began to suck at the bare skin at the base of Chase's throat, pressing his own large, fake fangs against the rapid pulse.

 

House grinned as Chase's head fall back, listening to the moans coming from his kiss-bruised mouth.

 

"If- if you don't stop teasing me, when I get lose, I will hurt you!" Chase finely managed to gasp out.

 

House looked amused but sped up slightly anyway.

 

"Gaaaah."

 

House slowed down.

 

"Hooooouse!" It was a strangled plea, followed by a metallic thunk as Chase's head rolled back into the headboard.

 

"What? Something wrong?" House asked innocently.

 

"I'm. Going. To. Kill. You." Each word was forced out between a harsh gasp.

 

House gave him a mock concerned look. "Oooh you're not sounding so good. Maybe we should stop this and take a spin by the hospital."

 

"House!"

 

House gave a dramatic sigh. "Oh fine! Ruin all my fun why don't you." House pouted. He did however speed up, tightening his grip around Chase's cock, bringing him to a screaming climax.

 

House was grateful and slightly worried that none of Chase's friends had barged in. If he hadn't been responsible for the noises he would have thought the poor boy was being murdered.

 

House reached over to the night table and grabbed a few tissues, using them to clean up.  He then untied Chase's arms, prying his hands loose from their grip on the brass bars.  He flopped down onto the bed next to Chase who was still gasping for air.

 

He watched Chase catch his breath then turn to blink owlishly at him.

 

Chase rubbed his arms for a minute them smiled and reached over tugging House against him. He burrowed comfortably under House's arm. The older man let him, but snickered. "You'd better respect me in the morning you know."

 

"Oh...shut up." Chase mumbled staring up at the ceiling listening to the music from the dance floor still audible though the walls.

 

House felt too relaxed to argue so he let him get away with it, just this once.

 

--ch 7--

 

Chase followed House into the all night Waffle House, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the bright light.

 

He slid into a booth across from House and firmly kept his eyes on his menu.

 

"What can I get for you, boys?" The waitress asked coming up and pulling out a notepad.

 

"Wow we're in a waffle house? I don't know? How about a nice juicy steak!" House snarled.

 

Chase looked up from his menu and glared at House before turning a charming grin on the waitress. "I'm sorry for that. Ignore him. That's what I always do. He gets cranky when he hasn't been fed."

 

"Hey, your grumbly tummy is the reason we're here." House snapped.

 

Chase shot him a look then smiled at the waitress again. "Uh Sara is it? I've always loved that name. We'll have..two number 3's and two coffees please. Thanks so much."

 

Sara gave a small smile and wrote down the order and went off to get it.

 

"Slut."

 

"What? Just because I was polite to the waitress I'm a slut?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Yeah, well it's not my coffee she's going to be spitting in."

 

"It couldn't possibly be any worse than vanilla-_mocha blood. Why can't you slum normal clubs?"

 

At the mention of the club, Chase frowned. "Well no one invited you."

 

House grunted noncommittally.

 

Chase started picking at the cracked red pleather of the bench. "What was that? What was it all about?"

 

"Oh don't go all girly on me now! It was two horny men. Nothing more."

 

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

 

"Here you go sweetie. The waffles will ready any minute now." Sara said appearing with and depositing two mugs of coffee on the table. House looked at his cup suspiciously and edged it away from him. The waitress glared at him, turned to smile again at Chase and disappeared into the kitchen.

 

Chase stared at House while he fixed his coffee, add sugar and creamer. "Well?"

 

"Well what?"

 

"Do you find me attractive? Are you attracted to me? Or was it just...I was there, we were drunk, I was offering, you took me up on the offer and now never want to speak of it again? Do you even like me?"

 

House rolled his eyes "God you really are a 14 year old girl aren't you?" House pulled out his fangs, wriggling his jaw as he tried to get used to having a normal set of teeth again. "You think I would do this shit for Foreman?"

 

Chase seemed to consider for a moment, and a hint of a smile graced his lips as House growled in annoyance.

 

"Um...I'm going to guess no?"

 

Sara returned with two plates piled high with waffles. "Here you boys go. Enjoy. Let me know when you need more coffee. On the house." She said giving Chase a wink.

 

"I'm not paying for Chase's coffee!"

 

Chase rolled his eyes then stared intently at House again, his face becoming serious again. "So what does all this mean?"

 

House speared a sausage link with his fork and pointed it at Chase. "It means shut up and eat your waffles: you big girl."

 

THE END

(for now)