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  Lent 
 by sy dedalus	

 House stuffed a row of pink marshmallow rabbits into his mouth. 

"What did you give up for Lent?"

Wilson shot him a disgusted look over the pages of Golf Digest. House
didn't have to sit right next to him to eat that plastic garbage. 

"Christianity."

House guzzled pink Peep-mixed saliva unfazed. "I gave up clinic hours."

Wilson fluffed the magazine pointedly. "One day," he said, "Cuddy is going
to stick your head on a pike for all to see. The peasants will rejoice." 

House retrieved another package of Peeps and brandished them. 

"You're just jealous cause I have all the chicks." 

The package contained yellow chicks. Wilson snorted despite himself. 

"The sugar shock is all yours too," he said with amusement.

"You'd like some sugar, wouldn't you?" House leered. 

Wilson casually raised his eyebrows. "Want me to leave again so you can
hang the stethoscope and spend another four hours pretending you have a
sex life?" he snipped.

House narrowed his eyes. "You gave up women," he said. "That's it." More
Peeps met a dastardly end. "Stupid thing to give up."

"My people have given up enough," Wilson said casually, flipping the page.

"Your people," House echoed, eyebrow cocked. 

"My people." 

House didn't budge. "All that time you spend at temple, that's what
confuses me," he deadpanned. 

Wilson shifted. "Don't have to be religious to be spiritual." 

"Then why did you give up women?" House's eyebrows leapt toward his
hairline and he leaned closer. 

"All that sugar is rotting your brain," Wilson said, turning back to the
fascinating article on a new series of titanium shafts. He wouldn't
squirm.

House placed a Peep on his palm and waved it under Wilson's nose before
sucking it loudly into his mouth. 

Wilson made a face. There was no way House's childish Peep-sucking actions
were remotely attractive. No way. 

"What's for dinner?" House asked through yellow sugar.

"I don't cook on Saturdays."

"You do now."

Wilson grumbled something unintelligible. 

"Aww," House mocked, "he misses sex." 

Wilson knew that House wanted him exasperated, that he was playing into
House's hands by reacting, but sometimes that was the only way to get the
man to shut up.

"I didn't give up women!" Wilson exclaimed. 

"No," House said as he put a hand on Wilson's crotch, "but I did." 

Wilson sucked in a surprised breath. House's grip was expert. 

"It's always games with you, isn't it," Wilson said, his voice cracking on
`you'--precisely the moment he saw House leaning dangerously close.

"Higher success rate." The words rumbled in House's chest. 

When their lips met, Wilson's appreciation of marshmallows quadrupled.	
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