After hours clinic duty

~~~Roughly, Derrick pushed Chase back up and ripped all the buttons on the blonde's shirt. He smiled cruelly at the pain and fear evident in the bright blue-green eyes looking up at him, "You broke my rules, so I believe a punishment is in order..."~~~

Derrick easily picked Chase up and threw him against the wall, the younger man crumpled on impact, whimpering slightly at the pain. Derrick bent over him and easily removed the shirt he had just ripped apart. The hauling Chase to his feet, he began to inspect the skin that had just been bared to him. "This is really a much better look for you, you look so innocent and vulnerable, its delicious." Chase refused to meet his eyes and instead looked down at the ground, hair falling forward into his face. They were rapidly loosing control of the situation, well he was. He had no idea what House was thinking, the man hadn't said a word since the attempted escape. But right now he had to worry about himself. He shuddered slightly from the cold and desperately wished that he still had his shirt on. Derrick had unfortunately been right, he did feel overly open and vulnerable without it.

"Cold Blondie?," Derrick's snide tone came from in front of him, "Well here let me warm you up- can't forget about your punishment, but nothing wrong with a few detours on the way is there." Chase lifted his eyes, his face blank and said nothing. Derrick's mouth curved up and then he pressed his body up against Chase's and began to lick down the other man's neck, sucking and biting his way down until he reached the intersection with the collar bone. There he swirled his tongue several times, and bit down hard- pleased to hear a few stifled moans coming from the blond. After kissing back up to the lips, he whispered in Chase's ear, "I knew you would enjoy this," Chase averted his head in response. "Oh so you want to play games?" Derrick hissed softly "Fine."

Raising his tone he called over, "hey, House was it? You said he was yours didn't you, so come on help me out what spots really drive him crazy?"
He smirked at Chase whose cheeks were burning and glanced over at House who was staring at him with a bored expression. "Well," he prompted.

House who was sitting in the chair again, sneered at him and answered, "Oh come on, you can't ask me to reveal my secrets, that would be just wrong you know, it would just break the secret bonds of our relationship." Derrick turned to look back at Chase, who had gone even redder at the last statement.

"Please," The Australian asked quietly, "don't involve him."

"Ohh and why ever not? You don't play by my rules, why should I do what you ask?" and with that he addressed House again, "Does he always moan this much, or is it just for me."

House's eyes were narrow slits but the half smile remained firmly on his face, "Oh this is nothing, he generally wakes all the neighbors up."

At this Chase finally met House's gaze, and pleaded directly to his boss, "House please stop, just stop."

House looked away, he should sit quietly play along , but he was pissed off and sitting quietly was not really his strong point anyway. Besides better for these idiots to think he was playing their game anyway. So he said, "Aww come on Chase, no need to be embarrassed by you passion!" Chase looked stunned, then hurt and betrayed and House felt a tiny bit bad, but he hoped Chase got that he had to play along too and that was against his nature to just be quite.

Derrick seemed amused by House's comments and Chase's reaction, "Look," he said running his hands down Chase's chest, "even your body is blushing, how cute." The hands quickly tightened their grip and Chase felt nails raking down his sides, his back arched slightly in pain, but that meant that he arched right into Derrick's body. "A little overeager are we?" the attacker laughed, and began to grind slightly into Chase. The Australian succumbed to reflex and tried to push the man away, before his brain had time to register his actions. A frown came over the larger man's face, "and you were being so good..."

He said in mock sympathy, "oh well, I guess we can skip right to punishment if thats what you really want." An evil grin filled his face. He spun Chase around so that his face was planted into the wall, the smaller man trying to resist but proving to be the weaker of the two. Derrick forced Chase's arms upward and pinned them there with one of his hands. With his other he admired the man's back. He ran a finger down the spine and hungrily took in the flinches he created. As his eyes scanned the room, his gaze settled on a roll of medical tape left out on a counter near him. Quickly he grabbed it and firmly tied Chase's hands together above his head, Chase whimpered slightly as the tape stuck to his wrists, and tried to struggle out of the bonds. Derrick dragged him over to the door, from which a bunch of coat-hooks were hanging, he pulled up Chase's arms higher and forced them to rest on one of the hooks, then he added more tape around both, preventing any further movement.

Chase panicked slightly at this new position. He couldn't see what would be done to him now, or the positions of anyone else in the room. The restricted movement was also making him feel extremely claustrophobic; especially when he felt Derricks body press up against his own. "Please," he almost begged, "Please just let me go, I'll do whatever ju-" he was cruelly cut off when something sharp hit his back, sending a streak of pain up his spine. "Hey," he heard House's voice in the background, "that's mine, you better not get any blood on it...." Then the cane fell on his back again, and another sharp streak of pain overwhelmed him. He was sure his back was bruising, as blow after blow rained down on him. The pain became almost unbearable, and he tried desperately to escape the position he was being held in, but the tape wouldn't give. Each time the cane rained down he tried to steel himself for the blow, and each time he succumbed to the pain. A particularly hard blow rained down and his legs gave out underneath him, causing him to fall into an uncomfortable almost kneeling position, with most of his weight suspended on his arms. One more blow came and he moaned in pure pain. Suddenly he heard House's gruff commanding voice from somewhere behind him, "stop, he's had enough."

He heard movement and the blows stopped coming, "Had enough has he?" Derrick said silkily to House.

"Yes," House answered.

"Hmmm well, you are the doctor. Here," Chase heard the sound of something being thrown, "go untie him" there was a momentary silence before he heard the clunking of House's cane going toward him. The tape around his hands was carefully undone and then ripped but even the tiniest movement radiated shockwaves of pain through him. When House had removed the last piece of tape, Chase collapsed into a heap on the ground.

"Ok," Derrick said laughingly, "you have your cane back now, your turn."

"My turn?" House asked as though the question was not worth his time.

"Yes," the other man replied grabbing one of the guns from Mike and walking around to point it under Chase's neck. "And I want him to scream, and don't give me any crap about police, its the dead of night; everyone has gone home. They are all lazy anyway no one thinks anything will happen at a hospital. If you don't do what I say I'll shoot. It'll be a waste... but I will."

"You know the reason no one thinks anything will happen at a hospital is because there are very few sick enough bastards out there," House replied angrily.

Derrick smiled smugly, "now you're just vying for time, no clever tricks out of this one. He could be hurt because you smack him with that cane a couple more times or he could be dead. Now its your call."

With effort Chase turned his head towards House and nodded slightly. House swallowed, his throat having suddenly gone very dry, and steadying himself against the door, swung the cane down towards his duckling on the floor; now he felt guilty.