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House finally entered the hospital late, nearing ten thirty. He had stopped by Wilson's office, just to overall give an annoying

'good morning' but found Wilson's office dark and locked.

He then popped into Cuddy's office, which was empty and Cuddy herself was busy in a meeting. Suddenly one of his ducklings started talking about the new case, and how they couldn't figure it out (as if they never had this problem before) and persuaded him to get involved.

He found said meeting,(after eluding a searching Chase and Taub) and popped his head in.

" Where's Wilson?"

" House not now." Cuddy's replied and turned back to the files at hand.

"I find it hard that your having a board meeting without you Head of Oncology present and you show so little concern. Did he disagree with you and you sacked him? You guys might want to be careful or…" House drew his thumb across his neck looking at all the other board members. They looked from House quickly back to her as if asking if what he said was the truth.

"No! House don't you have a patient?" Cuddy's denied and quickly tried to dispel House's claim.

"Maybe, but first, where's Wilson?"

"He is out sick, now get out, House!" Cuddy's tone meant the playing was over with.

"Ooh, I love it when you get all Alpha-y. We could just smell the testosterone flowing off you." House said that last usual insulting remark before leaving to treat his patient. Maybe.

He had dealt with his annoying patient, his little Betas Foreman, Chase, Thirteen and that little sneaky Omega Taub, and ten minutes of clinic duty by the end of the day. Wilson never came in.

It had been day four and Wilson still wasn't here. He hadn't called anyone and it had made House nervous, even if he didn't show it. Cuddy's was now getting concerned too.

House decided to stop by at lunch, toting a six pack of beer and a chicken soup from the Chinese restaurant on the way. He turned the door to find it locked. Of course he knocked the spare key from atop the door frame with his cane and jammed it into the lock.

As he began to enter, a strong smell entered his nostrils. It filled the apartment, and what surprised House more than the smell was the lack of general cleanliness. Bottles littered the table and sheets covered the couch, and dishes in the sink. It wasn't dirty, actually still a hell of a lot cleaner that House's own apartment, but this was still too dirty for Wilson's general OCDness when it came to how his home and possessions were set and handled. House set the food and beer on the counter slowly. Something was wrong.

"Please l-leave." A huffy voice sounded from Wilson's room.

"But I brought beer," House called out heading towards Wilson's door.

"Oh no, please House… ah, now's not a good time. I'm uh sick. Please, please go away House."

"I can handle the sniffles." House said as he wrenched open the door. What he found was surprising as well as almost pitying.

Wilson was drenched in sweat, his hair forming wet curls on his head, eyes highly dilated as if he was high, the smell of a sweet musk radiating off of him that made House's nose flare with the nearly intoxicating scent. His white tee shirt was drenched and large grey sweatpants couldn't hide the tent formed by his manhood. Wilson looked wide awake but physically exhausted, his face flushed and pained.

" You're not sick, you idiot. You're in estrus. I never knew you were an Omega..." House stated, taking in Wilson's image, trying not to let Wilson's scent get the best of him.

"Well, I am, okay?" Wilson said exasperated, trying to get House out of his apartment.

This wasn't normal. This was as if…

"In fact, I've never seen you in heat…" House commented suspiciously, cogs turning in his brain.

"Well House, people don't usually stroll out the house in heat." Wilson scoffed then winced, running a hand through his curly hair.

"But I've seen people in heat. All females and Omegas do it. I've seen you nearly every day and-"

"Look, House. I could really care less about your would be long ass explanation. Get to the point or get out." Wilson snapped, as he turned away from him, almost hiding himself. This was embarrassing. House was here babbling on as if nothing was happening, and here he was in the worst heat he had ever been in. And House's Alpha presence itself was making him more excited than he'd liked to admit.

"When did you stop taking the Heat Suppressant? When was your last cycle? For you to be this bad, at least eight months…"

" A-a few weeks ago. My body built up an allergy to it. I can't take it anymore," Wilson let out a humorless laugh. "As for my last cycle, well that was when I was still in undergrads."

House was boiling. How could Wilson do such a STUPID mistake!? You can't just skip heat cycles for over twenty plus years even with Heat Suppression Pills. You have to let heat waves ride out at least every other two months. You can't just NOT have them. It becomes painful. You become in a constant heightened state that not even sleep could dissolve. Your body becomes so sensitive, any little touch could set you in a very awkward predicament. More importantly, the body can't handle a deprivation like that. It was seriously dangerous.

"You IDIOT. Have you at least called someone? A hooker?"

"No, I thought I could ride it out, by myself, but nothing's working." Wilson huffed loudly, hearing House's foot falls enter his room finally. He had to turn away from House. His piercing blue grey eyes watching him with their usual attentiveness to detail mixed with hidden concern and that loud demanding, condescending tone, not to mention his smell was just driving him crazy. He cursed himself as the thought of House made a large amount of pre-cum leak, soaking his boxers and starting to seep to his sweatpants. House needed to get out of here before he did something he'd regret.

"You can't just 'ride' something like this alone. It'll just make it intensify without any relief. You actually need someone. I swear, I'm beginning to think that you slept through med school.."

"No-no, I'll be fine. I-"

"You could die Wilson. The stress could make your heart stop. And you know it. I could help, but you obviously don't want me to." House spun Wilson around, and Wilson finding that House was actually a lot closer than he thought. He could see those perfect dilated blue grey eyes and heat of his breath washing over him with perfect bow lips, and his intoxicating smell. Wilson never realized how good House smelt. Or maybe it was the pheromones talking. Either way, the small contact had him thrumming, feelings intensifying but also pleasurable, not this painful tingling pressure that seemed to grow within him. It eased his pain.

But House was wrong. That wasn't the case, at all. In fact, Wilson would like nothing more than for House to help him, now that he had given the offer, but he didn't want things to change between them. Their friendship. For them to go through with something like this and for Wilson to have the slightest possibility to lose his one true friend. A friend that would do this for him.

" I don't want anything to change, I-"

"You're too sentimental Wilson, nothing'll change. I'm just-" House never finished his sentence before he felt chapped lips on his. Wilson moaned, obviously in need, and House quickly took over. Wilson quickly submitted under House's delightful force.

House inhaled the intoxicating scent of Wilson, biting down on his neck , a rather large moan escaping Wilson's throat. House backed Wilson into the door, his good leg shoved roughly between Wilson's thighs. Wilson turned into a moaning mess as House kissed him, marking him all along his neck and collarbone, red splotches against his pale skin. This was a side of House Wilson had never seen in all his years of knowing him. This dominant, possessive lustful House. It was amazing. His body felt as if was engulfed in a pleasurable fire that lit up his every nerve like Christmas. His sweatpants were soaked as he unintentionally let out a cry, as House's leg ground up against his swollen unattended to member.

House returned to his mouth, tongue exploring, Wilson happily obliged, his body arching into the touch. Wilson hands grabbed at House's leather jacket, pulling it off his shoulders and on to the floor. Wilson just let House do whatever he wanted to, simply because it seemed whatever he did, started to relieve that painful pressure, and replaced it with a tension growing in his lower loins.

House took one of his hands,pinning Wilson's hands above his head by his wrists, which had started to reach for his manhood.

"You're your own worst enemy. Let me do it." House growled out, the asking for permission sounding more like a command that made Wilson go weak in the dug his hand down the front of Wilson's sweatpants to grab ahold of a swollen, slick needy member.

"Ah, ohmygod, ooh" Wilson vocalized, at the touch of House's hand on his dick.

Precut slicked as House's hand as he pulled from out of his sweatpants and pulled, kneaded, and massaged the swollen member, balls already drawn tight, ready to release.

"Oh my god-fucking- House please!" Wilson begged, his dick weeping with precum, veins growing.

House obeyed with a small smirk as he bit down hard on Wilson's swollen lip and gave him a final tug.

Semen exploded from Wilson with a small shuddering cry, landing on his hand and on both of their shirts. Wilson panted hard, leaning on House just to catch his breath.

"How do you feel?" House asked after a moment of silence, letting Wilson catch his breath from the aftershock of an intense orgasm.

"Okay...but it's still not satisfied… I'm so sorry.."

"...Well, let me uh, get myself together then.."

Wilson looked confused, then spotted the rather large tent in House's jeans. House parted from Wilson a bit going to grab his jacket, just to fish out two Vicodin pills, popping them quickly in his mouth and swallowed them dry, sitting on Wilson's bed, taking off his now stained shirt and tossed it away, wiping off his hand in the process. The pain in his leg didn't hurt as much as it was an annoying nag. House put his head in his hand, trying to will away his half erection with little luck.

It was honestly a lot harder to keep 'uninterested' while helping Wilson. Wilson's rather loud vocalizations were doing things to him that all the self restraint one could have couldn't block. The obvious erection in his pants one of them. The absurdity of what he was even doing was beyond House could even imagine himself doing… With his best friend. He couldn't help but notice Wilson gazing at him still.

" I could help you with that." Wilson said softly, shocking a wide eyed House.

Continued in Part II. Please don't forget to leave a review!