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Wilson barely looks up when Chase walks into his office.

He knows that House has just fired him and that he is Chase's last desperate attempt to get his job back, and he's just not in the mood.

"Can I...help you?" Wilson pushes his chair back from his desk and gathers up some files as he asks the question. It's an attempt to make it seem like he's busy, in an attempt to get Chase out of his office without pestering him about House.

He would have thought by now that House's team would have realized he doesn't have that much weight over what the man does, anyway.

Chase says nothing, just stands by the door and stares at him. His eyes are rimmed with red, and Wilson is somewhat pleased that he isn't the only one House can make cry.

Chase's lack of a response is annoying, however, and Wilson walks towards the door, ready to leave the situation. "I have to see my patients. I assume we're done here?"

Chase reaches forward and takes the files from Wilson's hand and tosses them over to the couch.

Wilson watches as they bounce off the cushions, papers sliding across the floor.

Chase reaches behind him and locks the door.

Wilson can feel his chest tighten up and by the time Chase wraps his hand around Wilson's throat, Wilson can barely breathe. He reaches up, startled, and tries to pry Chase's hand off of him. The boy is stronger than he looks, however, and refuses to give. Instead, he leans in and mashes his mouth against Wilson's.

Wilson is moaning in protest, and does the only thing he can think to do. He kicks Chase, hard, in the shin.

Chase stumbles back, and Wilson takes the opportunity to slip past him and try for the door, but he isn't quite fast enough. Chase reaches out and grabs him by the arm.

Wilson can feel himself being pulled back towards Chase. "Why are you doing this?"

Chase shoves Wilson up against his desk. He bends him over and places a hand on the back of Wilson's head.

"You're all he cares about."

It's all he says, and all he ever will say to Wilson.

He pushes down on Wilson's head, and Wilson can feel the trickle of blood from his nose. It happens almost as soon as his face meets the hardwood of his desk. He closes his eyes, and struggles to hold back his tears as he feels Chase's hands on his belt.

"P-please." Wilson is begging, and the tears begin to fall. "Don't do this." He can hear the zipper on Chase's pants, and hears him spitting somewhere.

Wilson can only assume, and hope, that it's in the palm of his hand and that he's using it to lube up the cock that Wilson is almost certain is about to ruin any last bit of dignity he might have had in this situation.

When he feels the head of Chase's cock press against his ass he thinks about House.

He thinks about what House will say when he finds out Chase raped him. He's sure that he won't say much of anything, because House never says much of anything when it matters. But maybe if Wilson is lucky, and he can play it just right, House will hold him and comfort him, and-

"Fuck-"

Wilson grimaces as Chase forces himself inside. Chase has no reservations about what he's doing, and Wilson can tell with the forcefulness of each thrust that he isn't going to start having them either.

It hurts, and Wilson does all he can to keep himself from crying out. It's bad enough that he is aware of what's going on, he doesn't need the entire hospital knowing. Chase has other ideas, however, and reaches forward for a handful of Wilson's hair. He pulls back, hard, and finally evokes a reaction out of Wilson.

Wilson is clawing at his desk, and yelling out rather loudly for someone who only seconds before wanted no one to know what was going on. Chase's movements are becoming faster, and Wilson is sure that this will be over just as fast as it started.

Might as well enjoy it...

Wait, where did that thought come from? Wilson isn't sure, but he is sure that it doesn't feel quite as awful anymore. And as he reaches down and starts tugging on his own cock, he's beginning to realize that it almost feels good.

House doesn't realize what he's losing.

Wilson smirks and pulls on himself harder and faster, matching Chase's pace to a T. He wants to cum when Chase does, and so he focuses solely on himself.

When he hears Chase moan, and feels him bite on his shoulder it's over, and he falls forward as he cums against his desk.

A few seconds later  he feels Chase fall forward against his back, and he knows it's over for him too.

Chase steps back, and gets dressed. Wilson expects him to say something, anything, but he only walks out of the office, slamming the door and leaving Wilson bent over his desk, where he stays for a few minutes afterward trying to take in what just happened.

At the end of the day, Wilson finds himself in bed with House. They are sweaty, and entangled, and happy.

House lets out a yawn as he pulls the blanket up over them. "I'm glad I fired Chase."

Wilson can only smile as he reaches out and pulls House closer to him. "Yeah, me too."