His eyes were focused on the chart when he entered exam room one. Strong
arms encircled him from behind, his yelp of surprise couldnt be heard due
to the broad hand clamping down on his mouth. 

  

His eyes were wide with fear, adrenalin rushing through him when he tried
to comprehend the current situation. He was pressed with his hands behind
his back by a very huge, muscular man who faintly smelled of too many
cigarettes and too little body care. It triggered his gag reflex. 

  

I certainly remembered you in the right light. Youre really a feast for
the eyes. I sometimes thought it had just been my imagination. 

  

A well suited man in his fifties with silvergrey hair and the attitude of
someone whos used to get his way sat on the exam table watching him
intensively. Wilson tried his very best not to squirm too much as it only
caused his captor to tighten his grip. His heart beat like the wings of a
little bird trapped in a small cage. 

  

You wont scream when my friend releases your mouth, will you? Silver asked
him in a soft and calm voice. 

  

Wilson shook his head. No, he wouldnt scream - at least not instantly. He
wasnt sure if he would be able to scream anyway, his mouth felt as if
there was no saliva left. His reward was to getting the revolting hand off
his face and being able to breath freely again. He was shoved nearer to
the silverhaired man. 

  

What do you want from me? I, ... I dont have my wallet with me. 

  

Wilson could hear the fear in his voice. He couldnt care less, he simply
wanted this to end, to end now. His eyes widened even further and his
breath picked up speed at the retort from the man. 

  

You dont need your wallet. Youve everything with you what you need for me.


  

Silver smiled at him which made Wilson squirm with queasiness and anxiety.
His mind was working furiously on a hundred different scenarios that
wouldnt include the one he dreaded the most. Tears sprang up in his eyes
when Silver got down from the table and approached him. 

  

You will not only be a feast for my eyes but also a feast for another body
part of mine.	

  

Silver smiled a predatory smile, lightly touching Wilsons cheekbone with
his fingers and tracing it. Wilson shivered at the iciness in the eyes of
the man. He gnawed at his lower lip to prevent himself from crying, from
giving away how much he was frightened, how much he was scared, how much
he was petrified of the things to come. 

  

If you cooperate, Ill be as gentle as possible and maybe you will acquire
a taste for it. 

  

The voice was smooth as silk and Wilson felt like gagging again. This was
just a nightmare, one he already knew  if he only could wake up! 

  

Silver took his silence as agreement and with the ever-present smile on
his face placed a condom and a small tube of lube on the exam table, than
beckoned him over to the table. His labcoat was yanked away in one swift
motion by the tall man with the little body care. He was bent over the
table and Silver positioned himself behind him in between his parted legs.
His hands landed on Wilsons hips, bringing Wilsons butt together with his
crotch which sported an enormous erection. 

  

At last this got Wilsons defenses to flare up. With a forceful shove he
hit Silver with his elbow in the ribs, spun around, made some big steps
towards the door and was stopped dead in his tracks when the bulky one
captured him in a bear hug. Before he was able to scream the enraged
Silver was in front of him, slapping him so hard in the face that his ears
were ringing. 

  

You want it rougher? Ive no problem with that, pretty boy. 

  

The voice stayed calm but Wilson felt goosebumps rise at hearing the
dangerous undertone. He had pissed him off. The second slap to his face
made this painfully clear. Wilsons face was burning, burning from the
blows, burning from embarrassement and burning from anguish. Silver gave a
small nod with his head and Wilson was shoved against the exam table
again, this time his whole upper body was pressed down by the bulky one, a
big stripe of tape restrained him from calling out for help. 

  

Wilson didn't know what to feel, this could only be a nightmare, right?
This wasn't happening to him ... And even if this was reality he wouldnt
break down, he wouldnt give these monsters the satisfaction of seeing him
cry. 

  

The tremors running through his body and the tears flooding his eyes gave
him away despite his best efforts. 

  

Silver worked on Wilsons belt when suddenly the door of the exam room
banged open and House limped in saying, Youll never believe what ... The
rest was cut off as House took in the scene before him. He was frozen to
the spot, not able to move, not able to think, least of all to react. 

  

Bulky released Wilson and rushed over to House to prevent any attempts of
fleeing by positioning himself in front of the door. 

  

If you try to call for help my partner will make sure that you wont be
able to do this ever again. Silver said in a presumptous voice barely
looking at House over his shoulder. He continued with a dreamy smile in
his face, But youre welcome to watch the show. Pretty boy didnt behave
like a good boy so this will certainly be entertaining. 

  

Wilson whimpered and trembled, his panicking body now overruling
everything else. He breathed harshly and fast. To top off this whole
situation, there would be the only person who really mattered to him
watching. Watching his fear, watching his humiliation, watching his
despair, watching his breakdown at the end. 

  

House staggered a bit and slumped down heavily into a chair. Slumping
down, he supported himself with the wall and hit the emergency button
unnoticed. He thought Cuddy was totally nuts to install such buttons in
every exam room but now he was more than grateful for it. To distract the
madman from Wilson he said, You know that you wont get away with what
youre going to do? 

  

Silver didnt smile anymore he grinned.	 

  

You wont believe what you can get away. Anyway I chose Dr. Wilson already
a few months ago. Unfortunately other things restrained me from acting on
my libido so I had to wait for him much longer than I intended to. Cant
wait to fuck him senseless. 

  

As much as he wanted to suppress it Wilson couldnt prevent himself from
sobbing and shaking like a leaf. Houses face turned as white as chalk. 

  

Youve been here before? House asked dumbfounded, he was clutching at
straws. Anything to win time. 

  

Yes. Unfortunately I was examined by another doctor. But pretty boy here
drew my attention. 

  

With one hand he had a strong hold on Wilsons hands and with the other he
affectionately petted his hair. Wilson turned his head to shake off the
hand. He gasped loudly when Silver grabbed a fistful of his hair and
tugged sharply while hissing, You better keep still now cutie. Youre
behavior is starting to annoy me and believe me Im not the one you want to
mess around with. 

  

Wilson believed him. Implicitly. 

  

Before Silver could go on a knock at the door got their attention. An
annoyed look crossed Silvers face at the repeated distraction. It quickly
converted into an alarmed look when the knockers revealed themselves as
security guards. House took advantage of the situation and called out for
help. The door flew open, knocking Bulky off balance. The security guards
quickly overpowered him. Sometimes muscles are not as effective as a gun
directly pointed to your head. 

  

Meanwhile, Silver had dragged Wilson up from the exam table. Now he was
standing behind Wilson, holding him tightly and at knifepoint. Wilson was
terrified, the knife pricked at his chin, drawing a thin line of blood to
run down his throat. The security guards just barely noticed the hostage
situation when House struck out with his cane and knocked the knife out of
Silvers hand. Security proved to be worth its salt when one of the guards
jumped up, immediately loosened Silvers grip on Wilson and tackled the
suprised madman down. 

  

**************************** 

  

The next two hours passed by in a blur. Police came and asked a thousand
questions, took statements and photos. Wilson felt humiliated beyond
belief. He was also showing signs of shock. He could barely prevent his
teeth from loudly chattering together. God, he was freezing! He was proud
of himself that he didnt break down, that he had been able to answer all
the questions. He didnt flinch very much during the examination and for
that he was proud too. 

  

Anyway, he was dashing to his breakdown faster and faster. At some point
Cuddy said to him, You shouldnt drive home in this condition. 

  

He nodded and wanted to tell her that he would get himself a cab when
House snarled, Ill take him home. 

  

Wilson felt relief washing through him at this simple statement but on the
other hand, he knew that it meant keeping his composure a while longer.
Not that he would have allowed his breakdown to overtake him in the cab
but at least he wouldnt have to be concerned about Houses view of him if
hell would break loose. 

  

A few minutes later he was sitting in the passenger seat of Houses car,
desperately trying to get his body back under control. His teeth were
chattering now and his whole body was a shivering mess. He stared out of
the window during the whole ride just to avoid looking at House. 

  

Here we are. 

  

Although Wilson had stared out of the window all the time, he hadnt seen
anything, his eyes were not able to focus. He was surprised when he
recognized that they were parked in front of Houses apartment instead of
his own. The surpripse quickly changed into panic. He couldnt deal with
House now! 

  

I thought you would give me a ride home! His voice had a slightly whiny
undertone. 

  

House gave him an odd look and ushered him out of the car and into his
apartment. Wilson was determined to call a cab, so he walked straight to
the phone. He was interrupted by House snatching the phone out of his
hand. 

  

House! 

  

The aim was to sound angry, annoyed, anything like that. Instead his
despair, his weariness and his exhaustion shone through. He nervously
licked his lips and tried to stifle his tears from flowing. 

  

House took a step closer to him which led to Wilson taking a step back.
The look on his face was one like a deer caught in the headlight. House
frowned then quickly took two steps closer and pulled the trembling young
man into a tight embrace. Wilson yelped in surprise, never would he have
thought that House would comfort him, at least not on a physical level. 

  

You can cry your eyes out here. Ill keep you company. 

  

Wilson had never heard Houses voice in such a gentle tone and finally he
couldnt hold back any longer. With a hoarse sob and a tight clutch at
House he started to cry. He did this for a long time until he remembered
that this position couldnt be the most comfortable one for House. He
loosened his grip and wiped away his tears. He looked at House with puffy
eyes, raw emotions shining in them. 

  

House watched him, than tugged at his hand and dragged him to his bedroom.
Wilson stopped in the middle of the bedroom, hugging himself, looking so
very lost. House handed him a t-shirt, pyjama bottoms and a towel. 

  

Im sure you want to have a hot shower. Ill order something to eat while
youre in there. 

  

kay. Wilson mumbled and slowly made his way to the bathroom. The shower
was indeed an excellent idea, he felt much better afterwards. He ignored
the bruises forming on his wrists, the ones forming on his hips and the
red spots from the slaps to his face, as he got dressed. He shuffled over
to House, who was sitting on the couch sorting through boxes of chinese
food. He didnt think that he would be able to eat but was quickly
disabused. 

  

The TV was off which created a somewhat odd atmosphere. Wilson could feel
Houses eyes on him, hoping that he wouldnt bring up a conversation of the
incident in the clinic. He wasnt disappointed. 

  

After dinner House went to the bathroom and changed into his sleeping
clothes. In the meantime, Wilson had gotten himself a spare blanket and
pillow for the couch. He was huddled under the blanket with his knees
drawn to his chin and even a blind man could see the trembling. 

  

House lifted Wilsons chin up and saw too many emotions battling for
dominance in the liquid brown eyes. He tugged at the blanket, snatched
away the pillow and said, Come on. Youre sleeping in my bed tonight. I
dont wanna get up at night cause youre having a nightmare. 

  

Wilson blinked but followed House to his bedroom, swiftly crawled under
the blanket and rolled himself into a tight ball, facing away from House.
House sighed deeply then cautiously spooned behind Wilson and held him in
a tight embrace. Every fibre and muscle in Wilsons body tensed up at the
contact for a few seconds before the trembling got the better of him
again. He pressed his hands against his face which didnt help against the
tears flowing once more and the sobs escaping his mouth.   

  

House simply held on, sometimes murmuring soothingly that everything would
be okay, that he had him. Some time later the trembling and the sobs
subdued. House rolled Wilson over on his other side so they were lying
face to face. Wilsons eyes were red rimmed and swollen, his lower lip
still quivering a bit. House wiped away the last tears from Wilsons cheeks
with his hand before he stated, This wasnt the first time youve been in
such a situation. 

  

House could feel Wilsons body tensing up again, the saucer-eyed expression
on his face affirming Houses suspicion. He scooted even nearer to Wilson,
resting Wilsons head against his shoulder, rubbing slow comforting circles
on his back. 

  

No. Wilson choked while nuzzling against Houses chest. 

  

Tell me? House asked softly. 

  

A long silence stretched out. House bridged the remaining gap between
their bodys and dropped a light kiss on the top of Wilson's head who
responded with a small shudder running through his body. 

  

I ... I was fifteen. I wanted to play football like John, my older
brother. Three of the other guys said that I had to pass a test. We met at
the changing room and ... and, uh, they ... I ... 

  

Its okay, Jimmy. Youre safe now. House cradled Wilson even more in his
arms. 

  

Wilson took in a deep breath before he continued. They ... they got me
naked and told me what they wanted to ... to do to me and I was scared
shitless and absolutely helpless. I couldnt fight them off. Anyway I was
lucky things didnt turn out worse because my brother had gotten wind that
something was going on. He rescued me. 

  

Wilson chuckled when he thought of the terrified looks on the faces of the
three guys when his brother entered the room and thrashed them all. Good
thing he wasnt the one on the receiving end of his brothers fury. 

  

And because of this experience you were scared and never acted on the
subtext between us. 

  

Wilson flinched and gulped, he thought he had hidden his affection quite
well. Obviously his assumption had been wrong. Now House would surely mock
him endlessly or worst case scenario, would throw him out and ... Wait!
House was the one who initiated this physical closeness! He peeked up at
House. A small smile flashed over Houses face, his eyes sparkled. Wilson
smiled back in relief. 

  

Yeah. But ... I, uh, I could try. Wilson cleared his throat, a hopeful
expression flittering over his face. To act on the subtext, I mean. 

  

House closed his eyes and brought their lips together with a tenderness
Wilson had never ever experienced before. Wilson had to strain to hear
Houses softly murmured response. 

  

Id like that. 

  

  

  

Fin