After hours clinic duty

~~~ Sighing, House crossed the room until he stood in front of Chase. Their eyes met and House leaned forward.~~~

As House leaned forward, he Chase's sharp in breath and the blond moved backwards slightly. "Chase" House said softly, "I know, just I can't... not like this, I..."

"Chase" House said again, his voice slightly sharper. "Yea, ok... ok... fine." The blonde answered and stopped moving. House closed the gap between them and their lips met; Chase tasted sweet, House decided, like innocence- he tasted addictive. The kiss had started off gentle, but House soon lost himself in the sensation of the soft lips against his own and did what his body was telling him too. Chase didn't protest as House's tongue slipped into his mouth and merely followed House's lead. House himself was completely lost in instinct, this was a better high then vicodin, and it felt so good to find some relief after the high stress of the past few hours.

Suddenly he felt Chase's hands squeezing his wrists and quickly pulled back to let the blonde breathe. "Sorry," House muttered, "got carried away." What a fucked up situation, House thought, he shouldn't be enjoying kissing Chase at gunpoint, he shouldn't be enjoying kissing Chase at all. And yet the blonde had tasted so good, and felt right against him. House shook his head as if to clear it, what was he thinking. He glanced at Chase whose face was slightly obscured by hair that had fallen in his face, without thinking house reached up and brushed the bangs out off his eyes. At that Chase looked up at House, his face was thoughtful and slightly confused, but the tension had drained slightly and his body had stopped shaking.

"Aww from right over here it almost looked like someone has a little crush." Derrick's voice interrupted the slightly peaceful moment

House turned and made his House face, "Really you can tell he likes me without seeing his face. That is impressive, we should hire you for our staff with X-ray vision like that. It would really save us a large chunk of cash."

"Always so clever aren't you," Derrick said back,

"Yea, pretty much always, it'd be a shame for me to suddenly sound like you." House responded.

Behind him he suddenly heard Chase give a quiet moan, another wave of pain seemed to have struck the blonde. House turned around just in time to catch him before he collapsed onto the floor in near exhaustion.

"Thanks" Chase said faintly, " Well you are always falling all over yourself for me so I saw it coming" Chase smirked weakly at that, and then leaned back against the wall and slid to the ground.

"I'm hungry" House announced before either of the other two men in the room could say a word. " You should get me food, since you won't let me leave to go get it myself. Didn't you read in the Kidnapping for idiots book You should always be nice to your hostages, so that when you get caught they won't go on about how terrible of a person you are and get you more jail time." House fixed his glare on the two attackers but he really wasn't thinking about them at all, his mind was still reeling from the ... the thing... with Chase. What was wrong with him... He didn't care about anything, except maybe his vicodin. It must be the situation House decided, the late hour and severe traumatic situations had serious psychological consequences, yep that must be it just his brain slightly malfunctioning thats all. But still maybe.. a pesky voice that sounded somewhat like Wilson echoed in his brain. Shut up House growled at it mentally.

"You know its funny, I'm hungry too and I'm in the mood to be... ehmm... nice was it to my hostage, or friendly might be a better term." Derrick started walking towards the spot where Chase was sitting and House was standing. As he approached, House casually stuck out his cane and tripped him. Derrick fell straight down and House without thinking moved to bash his arm in the hopes of knocking the gun loose. Derrick growled and tried to crawl out of the way, but House was not relenting. Suddenly he sensed a movement to his right, saw a streak of blonde hair flying at the man behind him and before he could react, the gun had gone off.

Chase had tackled the man as hard as he could as soon as he saw the gun aimed at his boss, he had managed to throw off the aim but the gun had still gone off. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the gasp of his mentor. Mike's gun was pointed straight at his chest, but he had to turn around.

Slowly he raised his hands to signify he wouldn't try anything and shifted until he felt the cold steel on his back, but at least he could survey the scene. House was slumped against the far wall, face screwed up in pain, left hand pressed tightly against his right shoulder. He couldn't tell if the bullet had gone through or not but either way, his boss needed medical attention. His mind began to list the ways he could treat a bullet wound with the materials not locked away in the clinic.That is if he would even be allowed to move, he nervously watched Derrick as he got up from the ground, a cruel look on his face. He ignored House and walked straight over to Chase, who tried to back up but found th gun still pressed firmly against his back.

"I don't think he'll be interrupting us again, and you better take note here blondie, you fight back, go against what I tell you, I'll put a bullet in you too, and then I'll do whatever the hell I want." He roughly grabbed Chase's chin and forced it upward so they were looking directly at each other. "got it?"

Chase slowly nodded, he couldn't fight back right now, House was pretty much helpless and he had to make sure both of them made it out alive. "Please," Chase asked quietly, "can I go help him?" He was a doctor after all, and he couldn't stand to just let House bleed, he had to at least make sure the wound wasn't fatal.

"No, I don't think so, I think he deserved what he got." Chase looked at House and made his descion. "Please, I'll do whatever you want...willingly" He said at just above a low whisper.

Derrick's grin widened, "Don't believe I caught that,"

Chase swallowed what was left of his pride, "I'll willingly do whatever you tell me too," Chase answered looking the taller man directly in the eye.

"Fine." Derrick answered, "do whatever the hell you want."

Chase quickly crossed the room and pulled on the cabinet door, praying it wasn't locked, and thankfully it opened. He took out cotton balls, iodine, tweezers, scissors, gloves and long strips of bandages. He crossed the room and knelt in front of House. The latter wearily opened one eye and looked at him, "You shouldn't have done that." Chase ignored him and moved to cut away the shirt around the bullet hole. He felt the wound and was relieved to find that the bullet had missed any major organs, just slightly to the left though and it would have been bad. Unfortunately, the bullet hadn't gone straight through. He pulled on the gloves and cleaned the wound with the iodine. "Take a vicodin," he advised, "this is going to hurt."

He took the tweezers, cleaned them and carefully probed through the wound until he found the bullet, wincing at House's stifled pained gasps. He withdrew the bullet in one quick movement and House yelped. Carefully, Chase took the bandages and wrapped the wound. "That should hold until we get out of here," he told House.

House glanced down at the wound, "Thanks" he said gruffly.

Chase sighed and sat down in front of House, trying to prolong the time he had away from Derrick. "I'm scared," he admitted, not looking the other man in the eye.

House smirked slightly at him, "Wanna hear a secret? One time deal, never happen again and I'll deny it if it gets out." Chase looked expectantly at the man before him. "I'm scared too," House answered, and hesitantly placed his good hand on top of Chase's clenched one. "But we'll get through this, like I've gotten through everything else, like you've gotten through everything else. We'll get through it and we'll come out stronger. Life sucks, what else is new."

Chase smiled slightly at his boss and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could Derrick's voice cut through the room like a knife, "Time's up, get your ass back here now."

Chase withdrew his hand from under House's, he got up slowly and turned away, the other man's eyes following him, but Chase didn't turn around again. He would get through this he vowed, whatever this was he was stronger. He wasn't broken and he refused to break. Silently, Chase walked directly over to Derrick and stopped in front of the other man, his face blank.

Derrick laughed, "What an obedient little pet." He said as he reached up a hand to stroke through Chase's hair before forcefully brining the blond into a bruising kiss. The man tasted disgusting, Chase decided, nothing at all like House who had tasted sharp, bitter and sweet all at the same time. Derrick's tongue plundered his mouth and he felt hands gripping his waist tight enough to leave bruises. He flinched slightly as he felt fingers running along his spine, but didn't pull back or fight. They would kill House, take what they wanted from him, then kill him too. As long as he played along they were safe. Derrick broke the kiss to let them both breathe, but the hands kept roaming.

"Kiss me,' Derrick ordered, Chase just looked at him; 'what exactly did he think they had been doing? Playing cards?' "I'm sick of doing all the work and you just standing there," Derrick continued. 'Oh,' Chase thought; apparently humiliation was on the menu. He squashed away all the sarcastic comments that popped into his head and leaned forward to kiss the other man on the mouth. "Harder," Derrick said against his lips, and Chase complied, pouring all his anger into the kiss.

Derrick ended the kiss and leered at him, "Feisty; I like it. But see, my neck is feeling abandoned. Why don't you make it feel more included." Chase bit his lip, but remained still.

"I'm waiting," the annoying voice came again. Chase closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten, reviewing his options. Nothing looked promising, and he once again came to the conclusion it would be easiest on everyone to just comply. Maybe he could even use it to his advantage, distract the man enough to escape... but House. House who was watching. Chase bit back a groan, and then all of a sudden a searing pain flashed across his face and he felt a large hand on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the other man's neck. Well there was no escaping from right here. The hand remained on the back of his head, so he surrendered and reluctantly began to kiss and suck the other man's neck."

Derrick groaned in pleasure, "that feels so good," he said, stroking the back of Chase's head. He let his hands stray downward, massaging small circles onto the small of the younger man's back.

From where House sat, all he could see was the smooth expanse of Chase's back and that moron's hands crawling all over him. The pain in his shoulder was open and throbbing and he knew it would need medical attention, but he was no stranger to pain. The dead muscles in his leg hurt a hell of a lot more then a shot to his shoulder, and he had his pain meds anyway. But Chase, this was going to break his Aussie, and he needed him whole.

'And its all your fault,' that annoying voice in his head was back. Once again he squashed it; Chase didn't blame him, so why blame himself. 'Yet, he doesn't blame you yet, but you know where this is going.'

"Shut up," House told the voice sternly.

'Imagine what he would say if he knew you were enjoying watching this.'

"I am not!" House protested loudly within his mind. "Go away!" he told the voice, "Leave me alone."

By the time House shook himself out of his thoughts, Derrick had pushed Chase back up against the wall and pinned his arms above his head. Derrick licked down Chase's face and then added more pressure on the body in front of him. He ground into the blonde until he moaned, and Derrick laughed, "Maybe its time to put that mouth of yours to better use, kissing has been fun, but I could defintely think of... better things we could do. Don't you agree?" He punctuated his last words, with a nip at Chase's neck, and smiled as the blonde groaned. "I see that you do."

"Get on your knees," Derrick said bluntly after a moments pause. Chase's eyes widened almost comically, and his face returned to the dull shade of red it had been earlier. "Did I stutter?" Derrick smirked. Chase shook his head as if to clear it then slowly sank down so he was kneeling on the floor. His head bowed slightly and strands of blond hair shadowed his face.

"You must be the prettiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on," Derrick spoke down to the blonde.

Chase refused to meet his eyes, and instead focused on the tiles on the floor. He could more or less see where this was leading, and chances of avoiding whatever these madman wanted to were slim, but there was no reason to hurry it along. He was glad his back was to House, he didn't think he could face the other man right now. How were they ever supposed to go back to the way things were after this night. Chase didn't think he could just pretend it never happened. A few hours ago he had been sitting with a patient, running tests now that seemed like a lifetime ago. He was lost in his train of thought and didn't register that anyone was talking to him until his hair was roughly pulled back.

"Come on Blondie, stay with me, I do believe it was you who promised you would do everything willingly..." Chase didn't voice and answer, and merely shrugged his shoulders. "Well if you had been listening, " the words were followed by several more painful pulls," I was just telling you what was next on our agenda. Aren't you curious?"

"Not really," Chase answered dryly, though his heart started beating faster. Derrick seemed a little putout by his lack of response, and Chase let himself inwardly celebrate at his small victory.

"Thats to bad, because I think you are really going to enjoy this. I know I will. With lips like those," Derrick smiled cruelly, he bent down to whisper in Chase's ear, "whores lips," he hissed. Chase felt a shudder run down his spine. He looked wildly around, wishing for someone to swoop in and save him, but no one came.

He felt Derrick thrust his hips forward towards his face impatiently. "I'm waiting," he heard a voice echo from somewhere far away. Tentatively he reached his hands up and slowly undid the belt buckle of the man before him, hesitated and then reached for the zipper. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly drew it down.

Derrick impatiently jerked his knees a bit, and caused the pants to pool at his feet. He grabbed Chase's head and violently ground the pretty face into his crotch. Chase almost pulled back, but felt cold metal on his back and thought better of it. There was nothing left that he could do, nothing to do but go forward. Derrick released his face, his eyes shining in anticipation. The blonde swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry; even his body was trying to convince him not to go through with this. He closed his eyes, and reached into the man's boxers, feeling the smiling eyes boring into him.

He opened his eyes and stared at the naked bulge in front of him. He licked his dry lips, dreading what was about to happen, slowly he leaned forward and barely licked the tip. Derrick growled at him in frustration, "Damn it I said suck it!" Derrick forced Chase's mouth open and thrust fully inside of him.

Chase panicked as his breathing suddenly became labored, and gagged as Derrick hit the back of is throat. The man above him just laughed and grabbed a fistful of Chases hair, forcing him to bob his head back and forth. Chase, giving in, closed his eyes and just let it happen. Something smacked the side of his head, and Derricks voice said, "haven't you ever gotten a fucking blow-job?! You said you'd do this willingly, so go on. Do a good job; you're such a pretty whore, why not try for us."

Tears welled up in Chase's eyes as he did as he was told, finally starting to break. He slid his tongue around his mouth, licking and tickling the head until it was slammed to the back of his throat again. He was having more trouble breathing now as Derrick sped up. Chase prayed it would be over soon, trying his best to think of something, anything else that could distract him, but nothing worked.

After what seemed like hours, Derrick finally came into Chase's throat and mouth, making him cough and sputter and gag. The man pulled away from Chase, who instantly crawled away, curling up into a ball in the far corner of the room, trying his best to just disappear. He felt tired, and dirty. He felt water splash on his arms from his bowed head and detachedly realized that tears were streaming down his face. He felt hollow and empty, and hugged his legs into his chest trying to picture some better day. But no memory saved him, he shivered but not from cold. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.

Across the room, House lifted up his finger to his cheek, surprised to find it wet as he pulled it away.