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The Vampire's Apprentice	By : Evilida44 Category: G through L > House Views: 1787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Happy Birthday to House
Author's note: Written in (belated) honour of Hugh Laurie's 50th birthday. House, Wilson and Cuddy property of David Shore et al.
It was only June, but summer had already taken hold and House's room was warm and stuffy. A fan beat the heavy, stagnant air, adding its own purr to the ugly noise of late afternoon traffic and the calmer rhythm of Wilson's steady breathing. House shifted position restlessly and pulled down the thin sheet that covered him. Beside him, Wilson turned over, eyelids fluttering, and mumbled something indistinct. House put his hand on the small of his back and that gentle touch was enough, this time, to ward off Wilson's nightmares.
House felt content. The only thing that could possibly have improved the situation (aside from a good air conditioner, of course) was if Cuddy had been there too. He pictured the three of them, but the image his drowsy mind supplied was oddly innocent – more sleeping puppies huddled in a basket than Roman orgy. All the people he loved. Always with him. Forever.
House shut his eyes, imagining her – low, raspy voice; dark, curly hair; compassionate eyes; the soft generous curves of her body pressed next to his...
"You awake, House?" Wilson whispered.
"I am now."
"Happy birthday."
It was House's fiftieth birthday, or it would have been if House hadn't chosen to become a vampire. Now he would always be forty-nine years old, no matter what the calendar said.
He felt Wilson's lips brush cautiously against his cheek and neck. House opened his eyes, and Wilson's face was directly above his. When House smiled, so did Wilson.
"Close your eyes and I'll give you a birthday treat."
"You're being very bossy all of sudden," House complained, but he shut his eyes anyway.
Wilson rewarded him with a kiss that took his breath away.
Wilson's kisses could be passionate, shy, sweet or mischievous. They had character. House had once had the usual male attitude towards kissing – a tedious preliminary to the real business at hand – but Wilson had changed his mind.
Wilson had once told House that he doubted vampires were capable of love. Love was reserved for creatures who had a soul. What they felt for each other had to be something less noble – an animal need for sex and companionship. House knew that he was wrong. All the love that Wilson had never expressed in words, all the love that he denied, was in his kisses.
House watched as Wilson leaned forward to retrieve a pillow that had fallen to the floor. He idly traced his fingernail down the line of Wilson's spine.
"That trick with your tongue..."
"Did you like it?"
"Of course, I liked it. I can't imagine anyone not liking it."
Wilson turned his head to look at House. He smiled. He looked just a little too smug in House's opinion.
"I'm just wondering if you came up with it on your own, or if you learned it from someone else," House said.
House grabbed Wilson's shoulders and pulled him back down on to the mattress. Wilson stifled a startled cry. House was on top of him, his hands on his wrists, pinning him down. The look is his eyes was playful, but Wilson knew that a vampire's mood could change in an instant.
Sex had been very good, but it wasn't enough. For a vampire like House, the real intimacy was in drinking another's blood.
The Professor had called it "blood tribute". It was a payment and a ritual of respect owed by a lesser vampire to his protector. Like many of the concepts in the Professor's model of vampire life, "blood tribute" was all about knowing your particular place in the vampire hierarchy. (The Professor's place, of course, had been at the very top.) House had been profoundly grateful than his own position as the Professor's favoured apprentice had required only obedience and not tribute.
House had never explained the concept of blood tribute to Wilson. He hadn't needed to. Wilson gave him his blood for reasons that had nothing to do with duty and rules. The vampire code of conduct had never meant anything to Wilson anyway.
House leaned in close, rubbing his whiskery cheek against Wilson's face. He kissed Wilson on the neck, his sharp teeth brushing against the skin. House leaned in again and Wilson shied away, turning his head. He struggled to escape House's hold, but House had expected some token resistance. Wilson always had to be coaxed into sharing his blood. House suppressed a low growl of impatience and tightened his hold on Wilson's wrists.
"Stay still," House warned. "If you thrash around, you could get hurt."
House lowered his head over Wilson and Wilson froze. House could feel the tension and strain in the other vampire's muscles and his shallow and rapid respiration.
Wilson was fighting the panic that threatened to overwhelm him. House had him pinned down, immobile, just as the Professor had done. Wilson told himself that House wasn't the Professor. House wasn't going to hurt him, or at least not anymore than was necessary. He could trust him. However, when Wilson caught a glimpse of House's teeth and fangs, reason deserted him. The sight of another vampire's fangs always aroused a deep and instinctive fear that was hard to combat at the best of times.
"Wilson, what the hell's the matter with you?"
The tone of House's voice was sharp, cutting through Wilson's panic and confusion, but House was more puzzled than angry. He and Wilson had been enjoying themselves, Wilson almost as much as House, and then Wilson suddenly wasn't there any more. He was gone and something else had taken his place – a cornered animal that whined and spat and snapped.
Wilson turned his head toward the sound of House's voice. He looked into House's eyes, and his panic receded.
"I don't like being held down," Wilson explained, red-faced with embarrassment.
"You could have mentioned that before you tried to rip out my throat."
House flopped down on the mattress beside Wilson. They both stared at the ceiling in awkward silence.
Then House reached across the space between them and pulled Wilson into his arms, holding him in a tight bear hug, Wilson's back against his chest. He kissed Wilson on the nape of the neck, a light reassuring kiss without a trace of tooth or fang.
"Better?"
Wilson nodded. He lifted his head, exposing his neck.
House paused, savouring that delicious moment of submission, and then plunged his teeth into Wilson's neck. House closed his eyes. Wilson's blood filled his mouth and trickled down the back of his throat. He imagined that honeyed sweetness pouring into his veins, his heart pumping Wilson's blood, Wilson's essence becoming a part of him.

When House came out the bathroom, showered and dressed and ready to face the world, Wilson was still in bed. Wilson had cocooned himself in a tangle of sheets and blankets. He was considering the benefits of a nice hot bath, if only he could summon the energy to get up and turn on the water.
House put a hand on Wilson's forehead, which felt cool to the touch, even to another vampire. He'd probably taken just a little bit too much of Wilson's blood; it was hard not to be greedy when he tasted so good.
"I hope you don't think that you're off the hook for a birthday present," House said. "Just so you know, Tila Tequila's phone number is at the top of my wish list."
"Ummm," said Wilson. "Is gift-giving at birthdays really a vampire custom? Isn't it more a human thing? I don't recall reading anything about birthday presents in the old vampire handbook."
"Very funny," House said. "Where is it?"
"Coat closet, behind your raincoat."
"I've already looked there. So unless my birthday present is a rusty wire hanger..."
"It isn't. But you haven't considered all the possibilities..."
"What possibilities?"
"Gift-bearing elves could have broken in while we were asleep."
"Wrong season and I'm pretty sure I'm on the naughty list."
"Or I could have asked Ceci down the hall to keep your present in her place, so that you wouldn't find it. And I could have phoned her while you were in the shower, and asked her to bring it over."
Ceci?"
"Blonde, perky, ends every other sentence with "you know what I mean,' and before you ask, I am not having a torrid love affair with her."
House opened the closet door and swept aside his raincoat. An electric guitar leaned against the closet wall, its neck decorated with a bright green ribbon.
"I know it's not as good as the one you left behind in Princeton..." Wilson said.
House wasn't listening. He had picked up the guitar and was examining it. He tore off the ribbon.
"but the salesman said Ibanez was a good brand and this was the most expensive guitar in the store, and most expensive usually means best..."
"You didn't actually pay for it, did you?" House asked.
Wilson shook his head, looking dejected. "Stole it."
House tried out the opening riff from "Smoke on the Water."
House smiled. "Best birthday present ever."
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