Tater Tots and Temptation.

Title: Tater Tots and Temptation
Authors: Dru and Harem
Pairing: um...we're really not sure
Rating: PG-13 Chase/House Chase/Wilson
Warnings: er...blood...and slash
Summary: House goes back to the Bloody Club and Wilson gets to babysit.
Disclaimer: No, we don't own them. Yes that was a stupid question.
Notes: Story Five in the Bloody Club Universe. Follows Bagels and Blood.


Tater Tots and Temptation

-Ch 1-

Cuddy looked up from the pile of paper work she was working on to see House striding into her office, trailed by Wilson and Chase. She put down her pen and pinned House with a glare. "There you are! Where have you two been? You can not just not show up at work with no warning and no calls for three days!"

She frowned as Chase flinched and looked deathly pale, moving closer to the door. House eased him into a chair in front of her desk then scowled at the windows. "Close the blinds."

"House what's going on? What's wrong with Chase?"

"We'll explain after the blinds are closed." Wilson said already moving behind her to close the blinds. House started at the other end an soon the office was cast into shadows.

"House! Wilson! What?" She sputtered confused over what was happening in her own office.

"Ok that's better. As to what's going on and where we've been...let’s see." He held up his fingers, ticking off each item. "Chase got killed. Then he moved into my place. Then Julie kicked Wilson out, again, and he moved into my place. Ooh, then there was Movie Night. Have you ever seen 'A funny thing happened on the way to the forum?' Classic." He slumped into the chair beside Chase.

Cuddy held up her hand, to stop the explanation.

"....how much Vicodin has he taken today?" She asked Wilson

House gestured to Chase, who had his face buried in his hands. "Find a pulse. I dare you!"

"House! Will you please try not to be a complete smartass for one minute?" Chase groaned from behind his hands.

Wilson just stood back looking resigned to House's brand of insanity.

"Hmm? Who's being a smartass? I'm just filling in Cuddy on why we were absent from work! Oh yeah and I forgot to mention during all this I also got turned into a werewolf. So you can under stand why we're going to need some more time off, right?" He asked turning back to Cuddy all wide eyed and innocent.

Cuddy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose while she stood up. "House I don't have time for your games. I have a hospital to run and you have clinic hours to do!"

House calmly picked up Chase's arm and held it out towards her, fighting briefly with the young intensivist as he tried to pull his limb back. "Go on. Feel. I'm serious."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and impatiently grabbed Chase's wrist. Then frowned as she shifted her hold. Then shifted again before pressing two fingers against Chase's cool throat. "This- this isn't possible."

House smirked and poked Chase in the shoulder. "Show her your vampy face."

Chase still looking pained, rolled his eyes at House then frowned for a moment. His nose wriggled in concentration and then he looked up at Cuddy, red eyes glowing behind a fringe of red hair. He opened his mouth to show two long canines. The eyes quickly faded back to their normal color and the canines shrunk, returning to their normal size.

Cuddy fell back against her desk looking almost as pale as Chase.

House looked far too amused, "Kind of creepy isn’t it?"

Chase glowered at him. "May I?" He gestured to a thin stack of papers sitting on Cuddy’s desk. She nodded mutely. The Australian leaned over and picked up the papers, rolling them into a tight tube. Without warning he turned and smacked House sharply on the nose with the papers.

Cuddy squeaked and looked ready to fall over as House growled, now covered in a thick coat of fur and baring a long row of sharp pointy teeth at the young vampire.

"House if you give her a heart attack you're only going to have to learn to deal with a new boss." Wilson said from his position behind Chase.

House sighed. "It’s his fault." He muttered, lisping slightly around the large canines. He shook off the change, leaving a small cloud of flying fur, and turned his attention back to his shell shocked boss.

"Ahem. So anyway you can see why both Chase and I need a little time off. Him, so he can learn to breathe." He pointedly looked at Chase's still chest.

Chase looked down and flinched then started nearly hyperventilating.

House rolled his eyes. "He needs to learn to remember to breathe normally around people, and I need to learn how to not go all Fido every time some one pisses me off or bumps in to me. So no clinic duty for me! And Chase needs at least a few days at home to rest and recover from his death and learn how to look more human." He paused looking at Chase. "Maybe foundation or something... or eating more."

Chase forgot about breathing again and frowned at House. "Do you think that could work?"

"Dunno maybe. We have to do something if you're ever going to be able to come back to work."

Chase pouted pitifully and Wilson comfortingly patted his shoulder.

Cuddy took a deep shuddery breath, still looking like she could knocked over with a feather. She pushed her self off the front of her desk and walked around, collapsing into her chair. "Uh Ok. Yes, clearly neither of you can be around anyone. At all. Ok yes so a week. At least. Minimum. In fact don't come back until you're sure you're not going to eat anyone!"

"I don't want to eat anyone..." Chase whimpered quietly.

"Eh, I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that. We have to basically force feed him already." House eyed Chase thoughtfully. "Maybe a feeding tube..."

Chase gave House a dark glare.

"Awww! Isn't he cute when he's trying to be scary?" House cooed mockingly.

"Remember, I know where you sleep." Chase growled.

"Remember, we're trying to convince Cuddy we're not homicidal manics?"

Chase blinked then pasted on his brightest, most innocent smile, the one guaranteed to have patients eating out of the palm of his hand. "Err right. Of course. Really Dr. Cuddy, just give us a little time and we'll be back to normal...um as normal as we get."

Cuddy covered her face, shaking her head.

House poked Chase in the shoulder again. "Would this be a bad time to tell her we’re sleeping together?"

-Ch 2-

House groaned as he was pinned with Chase's puppy eyes. No fair. He was the werewolf; why did Chase get the puppy eyes?

They had already decided it would be safer for House to spend full moons at the Bloody Club, in what Harem termed 'the kennel'. But the closer it got to time to leave, the clingier his young lover had become.

"You're just sick of me. Why can't you just tell me the truth? You're tired of having to baby sit me, and you're bored and miss work. You don’t have to lie about it.”

"Chase I'm not lying! Look it up your self! It’s going to be a full moon! Which means I have to go somewhere where I can’t hurt anyone, and right now the Bloody Club is the only place I know of that can handle werewolves.”

Chase smiled flirtatiously. “I can handle you.”

House ignored him. “Wilson will be here with you. It'll be fine. It's only while the moon is up, and then I'll be back."

Chase looked like a kicked puppy, "You could stay here if you wanted. Not like I haven't tied you to the bed posts before. But you don't want to. You want to get away from me."

House rolled his eyes. "Chase would you please stop being a drama queen! It's a few hours. It's not like I'm going away for months!" House snapped in irritation.

Chase somehow managed to look even more like a kicked puppy and stalked away from House into the bed room. He slammed and locked the door.

"...crap."

---

House knocked on the bedroom door. "Chase? Come on open up. Talk to me."

After a minute House thought Chase wasn't going to listen but then the door slowly opened and Chase stood there, arms crossed over his chest. He was pouting, but he also looked determined.

"I've thought of a way around the whole problem. I'll go to the Bloody with you. I haven't been there in a while and it'll be nice to see my friends again anyway."

"What?! No way in hell!"

Chase glared. "And why not? Is it because, oh I don't know: You're avoiding me?!"

"I am not avoiding you! But I'm not letting you loose in a club full of vampire sand werewolves!"

"All the weres will be chained up like you! And I AM a vampire!" Chase yelled.

"You're the least scary vampire in the history of the world! I've met bunnies who strike more terror in my heart then you!"

"But I am a vampire. Nothing can hurt me! This just proves you're avoiding me!"

"I am not!"

Wilson's head poked out of the kitchen at the yelling, then popped back in, choosing to stay out of the war zone.

"Chase you're staying home and that's final! You've only been a vampire for a few days and you hardly eat! You'd never stand a chance if someone started something!"

"I spent half my life in the club without anything happening for two years!"

"Oh, yeah, terrific argument. Are you forgetting the Bloody Club is the reason you’re dead?!”

"ARGH! Just go! Get out! Leave! I don't care!"

"No! Look Chase why are you acting like this? It's just a few hours! It's no big deal! If it bugs you that much I'll send Wilson to the hardware store to get some chains and chain my self up in the closet or something for the night."

Chase closed his eyes and shook his head. "Go. I'll be fine. I'm...just being stupid."

House nervously glanced at his watch doing quick mental calculations on how long he had. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Have...fun. Or whatever. Don't eat anybody." Chase joked lightly leaning forward to kiss House.

House grinned and kissed him back. "I'll be home by morning ok? I’ll even bring breakfast" He hung on to House as long as he could. Finally he let go and gave House a slight shove towards the door.

Chase kept his smile on till the door clicked closed after House then turned and stalked back to the bedroom, flopping across the bed miserably.

-Ch 3-

House tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. Chase was fine. Ok, he was a bit moody but he was ok by the end right? Right. No need to worry. Wilson would take care of him.

He scowled at the club as he parked and got out of his car. A ragtag group of monsters, groupies, and posers were loitering near the door. He was so not fond of this place.

He made his way towards the front door, then froze as a familiar face appeared in the crowd.

The Hulk.

House looked again and saw nothing.

He shook his head and started for the door again. Stress. He was just under too much stress and was seeing things. Like dead, evil, boyfriend-eating bastards.

He looked again just to make sure.

House shoved his way through the crowd and walked in, instantly overwhelmed by the loud music and smoke. God! How the hell did all the other vampires and werewolves deal with this every night? It was bad enough when his senses weren’t enhanced.

The bouncer near the door took a long look at him, sniffing the air, before ignoring him and not making an issue of his not so club appropriate clothes and lack of fangs.

House smirked, amused by the fact that he had street cred among the creepies.

House's eyes danced over the room full of bodies.

"You new, right? Head to the back. Follow the others." The bouncer commented, seeing House jstanding uncertainly by the door.

House scowled slightly and started for the back of the club spotting others doing the same, some being dragged and whining. He started to feel a little apprehensive. Perhaps being locked in the closet hadn’t been such a bad idea.

He followed the crowd down a hall, though the VIP lounge room, and though another door into what looked like a prison set, only with curtains strung up across the bottom halves of the cells, comfy bedding, and a bar at the end of the wing. Some patrons were crowded around the bar, putting in their last calls, while others were already in the small cells.

“Five minutes!” One of the bartenders called out, and House blinked as the werewolves started to undress, glancing at the large clock that hung over the bar.

A woman slid her unbuttoned shirt off and glanced over at him as she folded it and stuck in on the shelf next to her cell. "Hey you're better get out of those quick before the change. Unless you're into streaking and don't mind going home naked. The change is going to ruin those clothes"

House groaned and snarled, wishing he'd gone with the chains and closet at home after all, as he yanked off his own over shirt and t-shirt and tossed them into a shelf next to his cell.

"What the hell have I gotten my self into. A werewolf orgy?"

"I wish..." A familiar voice pouted. "But nope. We're aren't much for orgies when we’re all wolfy. It just leads to territory marking and bites in weird places. You’re all on your onesies tonight."

House turned to see Harem standing behind him, completely naked. Dru was with her, oggling the patrons.

"Welcome to the sleep over! Where's Rob? He can go play with all the other were-less vampires." She smirked. "I'm sure Dru could keep him entertained for a few hours."

Dru jerked away from her leering at the male werewolves to blink over at the mention of her name. "Oooh! House! Hi!" She looked around and pouted. "No Robbie?"

House glared at both women. "No Robbie. He's safely at home, with a babysitter."

"Isn't he a little...old for that?"

House rolled his eyes. "My friend. Too make sure Chase is ok and not here getting killed, again!”

"Aw come on! That was one...less than tightly wrapped vampire. Rob's hung out here for ages and nothing bad happened!"

"Yes and then something very bad happened to make up for it!"

Harem pouted. "So that means you're not gonna let Robbie come play anymore?"

“Yes!” House snapped, as he finished disrobing.

"I guess that means we're going to have to start hanging out at your place!" Dru said , the picture of innocence.

House glared, but before he could threaten her the clock started to chime, and the werewolves, for the most part, went willingly into their cells. He looked over and saw Dru not having much luck persuading her own werewolf to go into confinement peacefully.

He sighed and walked into his own cell, flinching as he heard the lock slam behind him.

-Ch 4-

Wilson looked up from the TV as he heard the door open. Chase appeared from the bedroom with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"Hey. How you doing?" Wilson asked gently.

"Fine." Chase muttered curling into the corner on the couch, wrapping the blanket around him self like a mummy.

Wilson gestured to the plate of lasagna on the coffee table. "Want some? I got plenty in the kitchen."

"Not hungry." Chase said, shaking his head and pulling the blanket up like a hood over his face.

Wilson frowned. "Are you sure? What have you eaten today?"

Chase scowled around his blanket. "I'm fine. Stop mothering me."

"I'm not mothering you I'm just worried. You need to eat Chase. You're going to get sick if you don't."

"I eat! I had breakfast and lunch. You were there, you saw me."

"Yes. Normal food. But I didn't see you drink any blood."

Chase made a face.

"I saw that look. You haven't had any, have you?"

"We're out so it's not my fault. House said he'd bring more back from The Bloody in the morning."

Wilson set his plate down on the coffee table and turned to get a better look at Chase.

"When was the last time you ate? And I mean blood, not normal food."

Chase sighed and shrugged. "I dunno. Um I think you made me have a mug yesterday."

"Chase that was two days ago!" Wilson said yanking the blanket down to look closer at Chase. "God look at you! You need to eat something right now!"

Chase grunted and yanked his blanket back up, curling away from the older man. "I told you we're out. And I'm fine."

Wilson stood up and walked in to the kitchen to get a mug and the first aid kit before heading back to the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Feeding you before you get sick."

"What?! You- You can't do that! You shouldn't do that! It's not necessary!" Chase snapped, shocked.

"Yes it is." Wilson stated calmly opening the first aid kit and pulling out alcohol wipes and a sterile disposable scalpel.

Chase grabbed Wilson arm frowning. "Wilson don't do this. I'm fine. It’s one night and House will be back with a couple of pints. I promise. I’ll eat as soon as he gets home."

"And you already haven't eaten in two days! You're going to make yourself sick, Chase. So yes I'm doing this." Wilson said, peeling Chase's hand off his arm.

Chase looked wide eyed and panicked, trying to think of a way to stop Wilson that didn't involve tackling him and locking him in the closet.

Wilson wiped a spot off quickly then ripped open the packaging on the scalpel and carefully sliced into the palm of his hand, flinching as the blood welled up and started to drip into the mug.

He snickered softly. “See? Doesn’t this look yummy?” He teased the younger man.

-Ch 5-

It was sudden. One moment there was nothing and the next the room was filled with the growls and snarls of transformed monsters, and the sound of muscled, furry bodies slamming against bars.

The other patrons were more than used to the chaos. Some regrouped around the bar, while others went out to enjoy the party.

Dru stopped in front of House and Harem's cages and glared in. "Ooooh you had so better appreciate this mister and miss! I could be getting hot, vampire nookie right now instead of puppy sitting!" She got snarled at in return and rolled her eyes. "Just for that you're getting the School Cafeteria rejected Mystery Meat." She threatened, stalking over to the bar.

House paced up and down the small space snarling at nothing and everything. He dragged his hind leg behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a movement in the shadows. Someone was leaning against the wall, staring into his cell.

He growled as the slim woman stepped up to the bars of his cell, and snapped when she got too close. She just grinned and held up her cell phone, snapping a picture of the enraged werewolf. She turned it around so house could see. “Aren’t you just the cutest puppy? Oooh, maybe Victor will turn you into a rug when he’s through! Then we can keep the pretty puppy in the library. Would you like that?”

House violently slammed against the bars letting out a snarling howl of rage, trying to break through.

Victor's minion chuckled, keeping out of House's reach. "Poor little fluffy puppy. Something up setting you? You caught him by surprise last time. You won't be so lucky again.”

The bars of House’s cage rattled and she backed up.

“No one makes Victor lose." She warned as she slipped into the shadows.

House continued to struggle against the cell door.

Dru came back carrying a large box of meat and frowned at House. "What's got you all worked up? I know cages aren't the most fun thing in the world but are you claustrophobic or something?"

She only got a snarl from the werewolf.

She sighed and wrinkled her nose as she picked up and tossed in the raw meat to House and Harem. "Din-din time puppies! Eat up then take a nap or something, ok?"

House ignored the meat, and began trying to dig under the bars.

"Awww come on House calm down! If you don't, someones gonna shoot a tranq dart in your ass and you don't want that right? Chase'll kick my ass if I don't take good care of you!" Dru said trying to calm him down. “You don’t like the meat? They’ve got some bunnies. Kill it yourself?” She wriggled a raw porkchop in front of the bars and threw it in. “Come on, there’s a good puppy.”

Eventually House settled down and walked over to the meat, sniffing it. Dru rolled her eyes. “Finally.” She muttered, turning to leave. “You two have fun, There’s a mudslide over there screaming my name.”

A porckchop flew out of House’s cell, smacking wetly against the back of her head.

“House!”

-Ch 6-

Wilson glanced up and frowned in concern. "Chase? Are you ok?" Chase's eyes had suddenly gotten huge and his pupils were dilated. He was following each drop of blood as it fell into the chipped mug.

Chase nodded mutely, his eyes never leaving the cup. He leaned forward.

Wilson shot him another worried look but went back to watching himself bleed into the mug, waiting till it was partly full, then looked in the first aid kit for a bandage.

"Um...where's the bandages?" Wilson asked digging one handedly though the kit.

"We used them all." Chase said absentmindedly.

"Aw damnit." Wilson muttered. quickly moving his hand to his mouth to keep blood from dripping all over. He slid the half full mug of blood towards Chase nodding with his head for Chase to take it.

Chase didn't answer, looking slowly from the half full cup of blood to Wilson’s hand, pressed against his mouth.

The older doctor yelped as he suddenly found himself with a lap full of blond intensivist. Chase tugged at his hand, pulling it towards his own mouth.

Wilson blinked in surprise as Chase's lips covered the small wound and started drinking. He could feel Chase’s tongue lapping at the blood.

Wilson swallowed, as instead of feeling pain like one would expect, or even fear, he got hard at Chase's drinking from him. He tried to pull his hand away. Chase growled at him. He swallowed only a few more mouthfuls before disregarding the injured hand.

He leaned forward, to clean the blood off of Wilson’s lips with his own. He forced Wilson’s mouth open with a hard kiss, chasing the taste of blood.

Wilson gasped and moaned into the kiss, at the taste of Chase, mixed with the taste of his own blood. His hands moved up and across Chase's back and through his hair, then he shook him self and pushed Chase back off him, breathing hard.

"Chase no! God no! We can't do this! Something’s wrong, This isn’t you!"

Chase panted despite not needing to breathe, wide eyes focused on Wilson. "Want you. Need you."

Wilson groaned, looking around for an escape. His eyes landed on the mug of blood on the coffee table. "Chase no! Look! Blood! You need to eat before it gets cold and I bleed my self for nothing!" He gripped Chase’s chin and pushed his head to the side, making him focus on the intended meal.

Chase froze staring at the mug. Wilson felt him go stiff.

His head swiveled back around to face Wilson. His eyes were no longer clouded, but wide with fear. “I- I-“ He pushed away from Wilson, falling back and tripping over the coffee table.

Wilson grabbed for the mug, barely rescuing it from the skittish vampire.

“Chase. It’s okay! It’s okay. Come back and eat huh?”

Chase shook his head.

Wilson sighed and dipped his finger into the cooling blood. He held out the bloody finger to the Australian. “Please, come on it’s just blood. See?”

Chase sat frozen for a moment, and then slowly crept forward, he knelt in front of Wilson, taking his finger into his mouth and sucking off the blood.

Wilson swallowed thickly and tried to offer the cup to Chase again, but the young vampire simply waited, licking his lips and watching Wilson’s hand.

“I’m going to have to feed you aren’t I?” He asked, more to himself than to his companion. He sighed and dipped his finger into the blood again, offering it to Chase. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the sight and the sensation of Chase feeding from his hand.

It was going to be a long night.

-Ch 7-

Wilson watched Chase sleep. The young vampire had finally, after much coaxing, finished his meal and settled down, leaning against the couch with his head resting against Wilson’s thigh.

Wilson's eyes drifted over his young features, made to look even younger in sleep. The boy, well no, the man (no matter how young he looked) was obscenely pretty. The older doctor could understand why so many of the hospital staff wanted him. Hell, even the patients had started lining up.

Yet for some reason here he was, living with, in love with, Greg House. Chase was the only person he knew of other them him self and House's mother that could stand the doctor.

Wilson's hand moved almost of it's own accord and lightly brushed a lock of hair off Chase's forehead. He thought about what had happened earlier. It...it must have a been a vampire thing. Chase loved House. They spent half their lives all over each other. Hell he'd been sulking the whole time House was gone.

So yeah must have been a vampire thing. Chase didn’t want him, and he didn’t really want Chase. Maybe before, when he hadn’t been involved with his best friend. Wilson would admit that he had thought about pursuing the intensivist, but that was before House.

He raised a hand and covered his mouth, yawning. He looked at his watch and shook his head sharply trying to wake him self up. He hoped he could also shake the thoughts from his mind.

He jerked awake as he felt himself starting to nod off. He looked down at Chase, then at his watch and figured maybe he could afford to grab a little bit of sleep.

He closed his eyes settling back on the couch and let himself doze off, keeping one hand buried in Chase’s hair.

--

House groaned, and slowly opened his eyes. He looked around and decided to close them again. He was tired and sore, and extremely naked. His leg was screaming at him for sleeping on the cold cement, and his pills were missing. The two familiar faces peeking in his cell didn’t help.

"Hey! How'd you get though your first full moon?" Harem asked, grinning as she pulled on her shirt. She was covered in scrapes and scratch marks that looked unsettlingly like they could have been made by a small animal.

"Just lovely. Don't remember a damned thing other then being really....angry. And lousy food. Throw me my pants." House ground out tightly, trying to avoid moving.

Dru grabbed the pants off the shelf and tossed them to him. House quickly dug out his Vicodin bottle and took two, chewing the pills instead of swallowing. Great: off his schedule, and now at least half an hour to kick in. Next time he would have to make sure to have someone slip his pills into his dinner or something.

"You ok?" Dru asked eying him concerned.

"Just ducky." House snapped pulling his pants on and dragging him self to his feet using the wall.

"Ok. Just asking. Now if you’ll excuse us, I have to go home and throw up now. Great seeing you." Dru said turning and heading towards the door.

House blinked and looked after her while Harem snickered. "She can't hold her liquor. Sissy. She needs to drink more often. I mean honestly at her age. Oh! Next time, try the fast food, it’s a lot tastier if you catch it yourself.” Harem grinned, oddly perky, and trotted off after her queasy vampire.

House rolled his eyes and grabbed the rest of his clothes just wanting to get away from the freakshow, and into his own comfortable bed, preferably with his own vampire.

--

Chase stretched, yawning as he looked around the room, he frowned at the warmth against his cheek, groaning when he realized what it was. He had been resting his head against Dr. Wilson’s thigh.

He looked up at the sleeping doctor and carefully leaned over to look at his hand to make sure it had quit bleeding. He let out a breath he didn't need in relief that Wilson hadn't injured him self to badly in feeding him.

Chase would have turned scarlet if he had been able too, replaying the earlier scene. One moment he had been worried, disgusted by the thought of drinking his friend’s blood, the next he had been crawling all over him, starving and horny as hell.

How could he have done that?! He'd lost control and gone all vampire on him, and God! What if he'd hurt Wilson instead of trying to molest him? Chase shivered.

He couldn’t believe he had let that happen. There was no way he could go back to work if he turned into a monster at the first sniff of blood. What would he do if he attacked a patient, killed someone who relied on him to make them better. What if it was Cameron, or Foreman? What if it were House?

His eyes drifted over to Wilson again and he shook his head. Why had Wilson done that? Why had he tempted him like that? He hadn't even hesitated to slice his hand open, knowing what could happen.

Chase growled at himself. It wasn’t Wilson’s fault. He had been trying to help. He was a good man, and it wasn’t his fault that Chase couldn’t control the vampire.

Chase blinked. Wilson was a good man.

He'd had several mood swings about Wilson living with him and House. At first, he didn’t really care. He was House’s friend, and it was House’s…house. But then he saw the easy domestication of the two old friends. The short hand jokes, and pranks. He suddenly felt like the guest, visiting a married couple. Soon though he had learned the short hand, and gotten used to the routine of life in the House/Chase/Wilson household. It had been comforting, if a little weird.

Now, now... he licked his lips remembering the taste of Wilson when he'd kissed him.

He groaned again and buried his face against Wilson’s thigh. He was such a whore…

-Ch 8-

House stopped in front of the front door frowning. Something...was different. Not wrong...but different. He sniffed the air and frowned. Blood. And...hormones. It wasn’t exactly a foreign smell in the apartment, thanks to the frequent bouts of sex, cooking related injuries, and Chase’s new diet, but it was still unsettling. He shifted the bag he was holding to his other hand, digging in his pocket for the key. He found it and slid it into the lock.

Chase’s head popped up from the couch as he opened the door, and he had to grin as his lover jumped up to greet him. His grin quickly faded at Chase’s guilty look.

House dropped the bag to the floor and took a step closer looking Chase and Wilson both over. Wilson was still asleep on the couch, and he would bet even money that Chase had been sleeping there too until he came in.

Both were fully dressed despite the strong smell of hormones in the room. He clenched his jaw at the blood streaking both of them. He brushed past Chase to get a closer look at Wilson.

Wilson jerked awake with a yelp with House grabbed his wrist to check his pulse while he started examining his cut.

"What happened here?" House demanded still examining Wilson.

"Erm..."

"I ate him." Chase answered guiltily.

House blinked and released Wilson's arm once he was sure it had scabbed over and Wilson wasn't in danger of bleeding out. "Okay. Care to explain? And sit down.”

The blond sat obediently, and House rewarded him with a pouch of blood from his bag. Chase wrinkled his nose.

"Well- uh. Chase hadn't eaten in two days. Blood I mean. And he was starting to look ill so I decided I had to at least get a mug of blood into him to hold him until you got home with more blood."

"And he cut him self and....I went all…’raarr’ -“ Chase bared his teeth in a mock growl. “-on him. I jumped his bones, it's entirely my fault don't blame him, blame me."

"That is not what happened! He watched me bleed into the mug. There wasn't a bandage in the first aid kit thanks to your cooking skills, so I stuck my hand in my mouth to keep from getting blood everywhere, and that's when Chase...um got hungry. Uh apparently blood is better straight from the source. ...or mouth."

"Then what's with all the clothes?"

Wilson looked down. “The blood? That’s mine, from when I cut it. Chase didn’t bite me.”

“No. Though that’s good to hear. I meant why are you two still dressed?”

Chase and Wilson shared a startled look. “What?!" They both asked.

"I’ve dealt with horny Chase. He’s hell on my closet. It smells like a red cross cat house in here, but you’re both wearing clothes."

"We didn't have sex!" Chase protested.

"Huh.” House scratched his chin thoughtfully. “You’re losing your touch wombat.”

"...what are you saying House?" Wilson asked slowly.

"Just normally when Chase wants someone's ass he doesn't stop till he gets it. Not that he gets rejected all that often..."

"I am not a slut!" Chase protested. At House's Look he sank back. "...anymore... I haven't slept with anyone else since we got together."

House snorted and whacked them in the shins with his cane to make them slide over and sat down. "Well that's good to know. Still would like to know what you were doing in a puppy pile on the couch if Chase's seduction didn't work."

"Chase still needed to eat. I tried to..uh.. distract him with the cup of blood. But he freaked out. I had to feed him by hand. ...and he was doing that thing he normally does to pens and pencils..." Wilson whispered the last part.

House snickered. "Then I'm even more impressed with your restraint Wilson. "

"...you're not mad?" Chase asked softly.

"Not really. Kind of wish I had been here to see it. Hey, maybe Steve’s webcam picked it up!” He seemed to brighten up at that idea.

He was still getting disbelieving looks from his best friend and his lover.

"What?"

Chase reached over and felt his forehead. "I'm not sure but I don't think he has a fever."

Wilson reached around him and felt. "Nope."

House slapped at their hands. "What's wrong with you two? I'm not ripping your heads off so I must be sick?"

"Well...yes. And you're not being snarky. It's just not normal."

House rolled his eyes. "Ok fine." He turned mock stern glares on them. "Bad human and vampire! Bad! Am I gonna have to take the two of you to the vet to get neutered? Naughty! "

The other two men looked amused, but still worried. "House we're being serious. What we did...well it wasn't exactly sex but..."

House took the blood bag away from Chase and popped the tube open, pouring it into the cup sitting on the arm of the couch. He handed it back, and stared Chase down until he took a hesitant sip.

"I'm just not bothered. I'm more shocked this hasn't happened before. I mean with both of you raging sluts together in one apartment..."

Amusement raged with offense in Chase.

"He's fine." Wilson snorted settling back on the couch.

House reached around Chase to whack him. "Don't get too comfy there's blood that needs to be put in the fridge and I want breakfast.” He dug a bag of frozen tater tots out of his grocery bag and threw it onto Wilson’s lap. “The least you can do considering I’m letting you horn in on my bitch.”

Wilson rolled his eyes but grinned as he got off the couch to do House’s bidding, leaving Chase to welcome his lover home in his own way. There was the quick sounds of a scuffle behind him, and House’s shirt buttons flew past, dinging against the kitchen cabinets.

“Chase! He looked good in that shirt!” He reprimanded, not turning around.

“He look’s better without it!” Chase called back.

“Damn straight!” House agreed.

Wilson shook his head and popped a frozen tater tot into his mouth. “Boys.” He muttered.

The End

for now