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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)
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