His eyes were focused on the chart when he entered exam room one. Strong arms encircled him from behind, his yelp of surprise couldnʼt be heard due to the broad hand clamping down on his mouth.

His eyes were wide with fear, adrenalin rushing through him when he tried to comprehend the current situation. He was pressed with his hands behind his back by a very huge, muscular man who faintly smelled of too many cigarettes and too little body care. It triggered his gag reflex.

“I certainly remembered you in the right light. Youʼre really a feast for the eyes. I sometimes thought it had just been my imagination.”

A well suited man in his fifties with silvergrey hair and the attitude of someone whoʼs used to get his way sat on the exam table watching him intensively. Wilson tried his very best not to squirm too much as it only caused his captor to tighten his grip. His heart beat like the wings of a little bird trapped in a small cage.

“You wonʼt scream when my friend releases your mouth, will you?” Silver asked him in a soft and calm voice.

Wilson shook his head. No, he wouldnʼt scream - at least not instantly. He wasnʼt sure if he would be able to scream anyway, his mouth felt as if there was no saliva left. His reward was to getting the revolting hand off his face and being able to breath freely again. He was shoved nearer to the silverhaired man.

“What do you want from me? I, ... I donʼt have my wallet with me.”

Wilson could hear the fear in his voice. He couldnʼt care less, he simply wanted this to end, to end now. His eyes widened even further and his breath picked up speed at the retort from the man.

“You donʼt need your wallet. Youʼve everything with you what you need for me.”

Silver smiled at him which made Wilson squirm with queasiness and anxiety. His mind was working furiously on a hundred different scenarios that wouldnʼt include the one he dreaded the most. Tears sprang up in his eyes when Silver got down from the table and approached him.

“You will not only be a feast for my eyes but also a feast for another body part of mine.”

Silver smiled a predatory smile, lightly touching Wilson‘s cheekbone with his fingers and tracing it. Wilson shivered at the iciness in the eyes of the man. He gnawed at his lower lip to prevent himself from crying, from giving away how much he was frightened, how much he was scared, how much he was petrified of the things to come.

“If you cooperate, Iʼll be as gentle as possible and maybe you will acquire a taste for it.”

The voice was smooth as silk and Wilson felt like gagging again. This was just a nightmare, one he already knew – if he only could wake up!

Silver took his silence as agreement and with the ever-present smile on his face placed a condom and a small tube of lube on the exam table, than beckoned him over to the table. His labcoat was yanked away in one swift motion by the tall man with the little body care. He was bent over the table and Silver positioned himself behind him in between his parted legs. His hands landed on Wilsons hips, bringing Wilson‘s butt together with his crotch which sported an enormous erection.

At last this got Wilson‘s defenses to flare up. With a forceful shove he hit Silver with his elbow in the ribs, spun around, made some big steps towards the door and was stopped dead in his tracks when the bulky one captured him in a bear hug. Before he was able to scream the enraged Silver was in front of him, slapping him so hard in the face that his ears were ringing.

“You want it rougher? Iʼve no problem with that, pretty boy.”

The voice stayed calm but Wilson felt goosebumps rise at hearing the dangerous undertone. He had pissed him off. The second slap to his face made this painfully clear. Wilsons face was burning, burning from the blows, burning from embarrassement and burning from anguish. Silver gave a small nod with his head and Wilson was shoved against the exam table again, this time his whole upper body was pressed down by the bulky one, a big stripe of tape restrained him from calling out for help.

Wilson didn't know what to feel, this could only be a nightmare, right? This wasn't happening to him ... And even if this was reality he wouldnʼt break down, he wouldnʼt give these monsters the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

The tremors running through his body and the tears flooding his eyes gave him away despite his best efforts.

Silver worked on Wilson‘s belt when suddenly the door of the exam room banged open and House limped in saying, “Youʼll never believe what ...” The rest was cut off as House took in the scene before him. He was frozen to the spot, not able to move, not able to think, least of all to react.

Bulky released Wilson and rushed over to House to prevent any attempts of fleeing by positioning himself in front of the door.

“If you try to call for help my partner will make sure that you wonʼt be able to do this ever again.” Silver said in a presumptous voice barely looking at House over his shoulder. He continued with a dreamy smile in his face, “But youʼre welcome to watch the show. Pretty boy didnʼt behave like a good boy so this will certainly be entertaining.”

Wilson whimpered and trembled, his panicking body now overruling everything else. He breathed harshly and fast. To top off this whole situation, there would be the only person who really mattered to him watching. Watching his fear, watching his humiliation, watching his despair, watching his breakdown at the end.

House staggered a bit and slumped down heavily into a chair. Slumping down, he supported himself with the wall and hit the emergency button unnoticed. He thought Cuddy was totally nuts to install such buttons in every exam room but now he was more than grateful for it. To distract the madman from Wilson he said, “You know that you wonʼt get away with what youʼre going to do?”

Silver didnʼt smile anymore he grinned.

“You wonʼt believe what you can get away. Anyway I chose Dr. Wilson already a few months ago. Unfortunately other things restrained me from acting on my libido so I had to wait for him much longer than I intended to. Canʼt wait to fuck him senseless.”

As much as he wanted to suppress it Wilson couldnʼt prevent himself from sobbing and shaking like a leaf. Houseʼs face turned as white as chalk.

“Youʼve been here before?” House asked dumbfounded, he was clutching at straws. Anything to win time.

“Yes. Unfortunately I was examined by another doctor. But pretty boy here drew my attention.”

With one hand he had a strong hold on Wilson‘s hands and with the other he affectionately petted his hair. Wilson turned his head to shake off the hand. He gasped loudly when Silver grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged sharply while hissing, “You better keep still now cutie. Youʼre behavior is starting to annoy me and believe me Iʼm not the one you want to mess around with.”

Wilson believed him. Implicitly.

Before Silver could go on a knock at the door got their attention. An annoyed look crossed Silver‘s face at the repeated distraction. It quickly converted into an alarmed look when the knockers revealed themselves as security guards. House took advantage of the situation and called out for help. The door flew open, knocking Bulky off balance. The security guards quickly overpowered him. Sometimes muscles are not as effective as a gun directly pointed to your head.

Meanwhile, Silver had dragged Wilson up from the exam table. Now he was standing behind Wilson, holding him tightly and at knifepoint. Wilson was terrified, the knife pricked at his chin, drawing a thin line of blood to run down his throat. The security guards just barely noticed the hostage situation when House struck out with his cane and knocked the knife out of Silver‘s hand. Security proved to be worth its salt when one of the guards jumped up, immediately loosened Silvers grip on Wilson and tackled the suprised madman down.

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The next two hours passed by in a blur. Police came and asked a thousand questions, took statements and photos. Wilson felt humiliated beyond belief. He was also showing signs of shock. He could barely prevent his teeth from loudly chattering together. God, he was freezing! He was proud of himself that he didnʼt break down, that he had been able to answer all the questions. He didnʼt flinch very much during the examination and for that he was proud too.

Anyway, he was dashing to his breakdown faster and faster. At some point Cuddy said to him, “You shouldnʼt drive home in this condition.”

He nodded and wanted to tell her that he would get himself a cab when House snarled, “Iʼll take him home.”

Wilson felt relief washing through him at this simple statement but on the other hand, he knew that it meant keeping his composure a while longer. Not that he would have allowed his breakdown to overtake him in the cab but at least he wouldnʼt have to be concerned about Houseʼs view of him if hell would break loose.

A few minutes later he was sitting in the passenger seat of Houseʼs car, desperately trying to get his body back under control. His teeth were chattering now and his whole body was a shivering mess. He stared out of the window during the whole ride just to avoid looking at House.

“Here we are.”

Although Wilson had stared out of the window all the time, he hadnʼt seen anything, his eyes were not able to focus. He was surprised when he recognized that they were parked in front of Houseʼs apartment instead of his own. The surpripse quickly changed into panic. He couldnʼt deal with House now!

“I thought you would give me a ride home!” His voice had a slightly whiny undertone.

House gave him an odd look and ushered him out of the car and into his apartment. Wilson was determined to call a cab, so he walked straight to the phone. He was interrupted by House snatching the phone out of his hand.

“House!”

The aim was to sound angry, annoyed, anything like that. Instead his despair, his weariness and his exhaustion shone through. He nervously licked his lips and tried to stifle his tears from flowing.

House took a step closer to him which led to Wilson taking a step back. The look on his face was one like a deer caught in the headlight. House frowned then quickly took two steps closer and pulled the trembling young man into a tight embrace. Wilson yelped in surprise, never would he have thought that House would comfort him, at least not on a physical level.

“You can cry your eyes out here. Iʼll keep you company.”

Wilson had never heard House‘s voice in such a gentle tone and finally he couldnʼt hold back any longer. With a hoarse sob and a tight clutch at House he started to cry. He did this for a long time until he remembered that this position couldnʼt be the most comfortable one for House. He loosened his grip and wiped away his tears. He looked at House with puffy eyes, raw emotions shining in them.

House watched him, than tugged at his hand and dragged him to his bedroom. Wilson stopped in the middle of the bedroom, hugging himself, looking so very lost. House handed him a t-shirt, pyjama bottoms and a towel.

“Iʼm sure you want to have a hot shower. Iʼll order something to eat while youʼre in there.”

“ʼkay.” Wilson mumbled and slowly made his way to the bathroom. The shower was indeed an excellent idea, he felt much better afterwards. He ignored the bruises forming on his wrists, the ones forming on his hips and the red spots from the slaps to his face, as he got dressed. He shuffled over to House, who was sitting on the couch sorting through boxes of chinese food. He didnʼt think that he would be able to eat but was quickly disabused.

The TV was off which created a somewhat odd atmosphere. Wilson could feel Houseʼs eyes on him, hoping that he wouldnʼt bring up a conversation of the incident in the clinic. He wasnʼt disappointed.

After dinner House went to the bathroom and changed into his sleeping clothes. In the meantime, Wilson had gotten himself a spare blanket and pillow for the couch. He was huddled under the blanket with his knees drawn to his chin and even a blind man could see the trembling.

House lifted Wilson‘s chin up and saw too many emotions battling for dominance in the liquid brown eyes. He tugged at the blanket, snatched away the pillow and said, “Come on. Youʼre sleeping in my bed tonight. I donʼt wanna get up at night ʼcause youʼre having a nightmare.”

Wilson blinked but followed House to his bedroom, swiftly crawled under the blanket and rolled himself into a tight ball, facing away from House. House sighed deeply then cautiously spooned behind Wilson and held him in a tight embrace. Every fibre and muscle in Wilson‘s body tensed up at the contact for a few seconds before the trembling got the better of him again. He pressed his hands against his face which didnʼt help against the tears flowing once more and the sobs escaping his mouth.

House simply held on, sometimes murmuring soothingly that everything would be okay, that he had him. Some time later the trembling and the sobs subdued. House rolled Wilson over on his other side so they were lying face to face. Wilsons eyes were red rimmed and swollen, his lower lip still quivering a bit. House wiped away the last tears from Wilson‘s cheeks with his hand before he stated, “This wasnʼt the first time youʼve been in such a situation.”

House could feel Wilsons body tensing up again, the saucer-eyed expression on his face affirming Houseʼs suspicion. He scooted even nearer to Wilson, resting Wilson‘s head against his shoulder, rubbing slow comforting circles on his back.

“No.” Wilson choked while nuzzling against Houseʼs chest.

“Tell me?” House asked softly.

A long silence stretched out. House bridged the remaining gap between their bodys and dropped a light kiss on the top of Wilson's head who responded with a small shudder running through his body.

“I ... I was fifteen. I wanted to play football like John, my older brother. Three of the other guys said that I had to pass a test. We met at the changing room and ... and, uh, they ... I ...”

“Itʼs okay, Jimmy. Youʼre safe now.” House cradled Wilson even more in his arms.

Wilson took in a deep breath before he continued. “They ... they got me naked and told me what they wanted to ... to do to me and I was scared shitless and absolutely helpless. I couldnʼt fight them off. Anyway I was lucky things didnʼt turn out worse because my brother had gotten wind that something was going on. He rescued me.”

Wilson chuckled when he thought of the terrified looks on the faces of the three guys when his brother entered the room and thrashed them all. Good thing he wasnʼt the one on the receiving end of his brothers fury.

“And because of this experience you were scared and never acted on the subtext between us.”

Wilson flinched and gulped, he thought he had hidden his affection quite well. Obviously his assumption had been wrong. Now House would surely mock him endlessly or worst case scenario, would throw him out and ... Wait! House was the one who initiated this physical closeness! He peeked up at House. A small smile flashed over Houseʼs face, his eyes sparkled. Wilson smiled back in relief.

“Yeah. But ... I, uh, I could try.” Wilson cleared his throat, a hopeful expression flittering over his face. “To act on the subtext, I mean.”

House closed his eyes and brought their lips together with a tenderness Wilson had never ever experienced before. Wilson had to strain to hear Houseʼs softly murmured response.

“Iʼd like that.”

Fin