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    When House showed up at the restaurant Wilson had asked them to meet at, he instantly knew something was wrong. Behind a wall of empty wine glasses, Wilson sat hunched over, hands wrapped tightly around the one glass that had something left in it.

    He barely looked up when House sat down, and turned away when House reached for his hand.

    "Wilson-" House ran a thumb slowly over Wilson's knuckles, but Wilson refused to look up.

    "You're late." Wilson brought the glass to his lips, letting it linger there for a moment before taking a sip. He set the glass down, and began to absentmindedly run his finger around the rim.

    "At least I showed up." House snapped.

    Wilson let out an aggravated laugh, and for the first time since House had arrived, looked up. "You know...you have a lot of nerve." He raised the glass and finished it off, setting it down loud enough to attract some unwanted attention towards their table.

    House sat back and crossed his arms. "Yell at me now and you'll regret it later I assure you."

    "The only thing I regret," he began motioning a hand between them. "Is ever thinking that this could work." He stood up abruptly, almost knocking over his chair. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, throwing a few twenties down onto the table. "You don't even know what today is, do you?" Wilson stood there with balled fists and furrowed brows.

    House raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "Tuesday." He looked up and raised an eyebrow at Wilson. His attempt at humor failed, however, and he watched as Wilson reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

    "You know what House? That's it. This...is over. We're over." He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair, and without looking back walked away. House exhaled loudly through his nose and waved the waiter over (which wasn't that difficult to do, considering Wilson's little outburst had attracted everyone's attention), and ordered himself a glass of Scotch.

    When Wilson started driving home, he became annoyed even further upon remembering that home was actually House's apartment. He sucked in a breath and pressed down on the accelerator in hopes that he could beat House home, get his stuff, and find a hotel for the night.
   
    He struggled with his keys briefly before he managed to get the door to swing open. He stepped into the darkness, and felt along the wall for the light switch. He flipped on the lights, and was sobered rather quickly.

    House's apartment was just as Wilson always remembered it, except for the coffee table. Instead of being cluttered with Playboys, various remotes and dirty dishes, the table was clean, with a huge box on it. There was a bottle of wine next to the box, and a couple of glasses next to that.

    Wilson walked over towards the box and pressed his lips together, as he reached down for the sticky note that had been haphazardly placed on the side of the box.

     Bet you thought I'd forget.
        -House

    Wilson was feeling rather ashamed by now and with a shaky hand he reached for the box, lifting it up and picking at the Duct Tape, which was all House had bothered to wrap it with. When he managed to get it open he reached inside and pulled out a Build-A-Bear that had been dressed to look quite a bit like House. He held it to his chest.

    "Happy Anniversary."

    Wilson jumped at the sound of House's voice. "House."

    House shut the door behind him and leaned heavily against his cane. "And you thought I forgot." He smirked, proud of himself, and Wilson felt nothing but shame. "I was late because I was trying to be romantic or what have you."

    "House, I'm sorry. I-"
   
    House walked over towards Wilson, and stopped right in front of him. He reached out for the bear that Wilson was holding and looked it over. He laughed through his nose and handed it back. "It's not nearly as cute as me. Don't hold it against him." He pushed past Wilson and tossed his cane onto the couch as he limped towards the bedroom.

    Wilson watched him go, hesitating for a few moments before slowly making his way down the hall as well. When he got to the bedroom, House was already on his back, arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. "Wilson, just leave."

    "No, House, I want to talk."

    "There's nothing to talk about."

    "House-"

    "Wilson, it's okay. You managed to put up with me for 365 days. That's 364 more than most people would have. Congratulations."

    "House, stop it! I wasn't putting up with you. I wanted to be with you...I still do."

    "So you break up with me. Yeah, that makes a lot of sense." House rolled his eyes, and turned over onto his side, reaching for the blanket.

    Wilson could feel himself become agitated. This was all becoming very high-school. Without thinking, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a box of his own, and chucked it at House.

    Hard.

    "You idiot!" House sat up quickly and brought a hand to his nose, taking it away and looking at the smear of blood. "What the hell was that."

    "Happy Anniversary." Wilson turned and started down the hallway.

    As he was buttoning up his coat, House limped up in front of him, and without saying a word, pushed him up against the door.

    "I take it you opened the box?" Wilson raised an eyebrow, but House said nothing, just pressed his mouth hungrily against Wilson's and slowly ran his hands down the front of his shirt.

    Wilson closed his eyes, feeling his body react to every touch. House fumbled with Wilson's belt, and then silently thanked the Vicodin and Scotch he had indulged in earlier as he dropped to his knees.

    Wilson banged the back of his head against the door and closed his eyes as he felt House's tongue run up along the underside of his cock. House flicked his tongue over the tip of it, before opening his mouth and taking in as much of Wilson as he could.

    Wilson moaned and reached down, grabbing a handful of House's hair.

    It didn't take long, it never did, and within a couple of minutes Wilson was catching his breath, and House was wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

    "A little help here." House reached out for Wilson's hand and cursed as he got up from the floor.

    Wilson watched as House limped over towards his desk, flinging the door open and pulling out a bottle of pills. "So, the box. You...you opened it?"

    House tilted his head back, swallowing his pills. He tossed the bottle back in the drawer and turned his attention back towards Wilson. "Yeah, thanks."

    "And?"

    "And I think you have some serious making up to do-" House pointed a finger towards his very obvious erection. "-before I say anything about anything." Wilson smirked and walked over towards House, dropping down in front of him. It was only a matter of minutes before House was moaning, "Yes."

    And that was answer enough for Wilson.