Restraint (House/Wilson, NC-17, kink)
Sep. 21st, 2007 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daasgrrlTitle: Restraint
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daasgrrl
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kink. Even worse, poetry.
Word count: 370
Beta: Thank you to the lovely elynittria for impeccable beta, not to mention bonus tranquilizers...
Notes: Extremely late birthday fic for bironic, inspired by her fabulous 'sestinafic'. This one is also written in the form of a sestina, but you don't really need to know what that is (unless you want to). Happy birthday, bironic! For, um, July *g*
How did this happen? he thinks, as he lies
There, bound at hand and foot. He cannot move
Or speak; the gag forbids him. Instead he waits, in silence,
Waits for House to speak his name, to take control,
To tell him how they’re going to play this game.
He looks in House’s eyes, heart racing in the moment…
The way he'd waited then in that first moment
Months ago; for truth to coalesce from all the lies
They’d told - that never-ending game
Of words and wits. Each passing up the final move
For fear of losing ground, losing control.
He speaks now, but his words are lost in silence
As House just looks at him, unsmiling, and the silence
Grows, shrouding him in doubt. The next moment,
House’s mouth on his, and then he gives up his control
Easily, without regret, because in truth he’s sick of lies
Anyway. House pins him to the wall, moves
Relentlessly against him, and he’s lost - if indeed this ever was a game.
It’s only the beginning. After all this time he’s game
For anything. He lets House fuck him on their bed in silence,
Careless, thoughtless, as their bodies move
Together, urgent, moment by moment,
To a place without lies,
Where no one’s in control.
It’s not enough, he learns in time. House needs to control
Every aspect of his life, including him. It’s a game
He hadn’t counted on; but, intrigued, he lies
Still as House binds him, spread-eagled, into silence
And holds the thing up for his mute inspection. A moment
Later, pleasure/pain invades him. With each deepening move,
He moans against the gag. House’s face, intent, watching his body move
And strain and twist, testing the bindings as his control
Falters with each maddening push/retreat. He shatters, moments
Before House touches him, grants him release. The game
Is over, and yet not over. Freed, he works his mouth in silence
Until House gasps his name, and it’s there the veiled truth lies.
Because in time he’ll learn the moves to this new game,
And win back his control. He knows, and yet he keeps his silence.
For in this moment’s peace… he’s content to let it lie.
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Date: 2007-09-21 01:45 am (UTC)It's--it's! With the slash! And the bondage! And the toy! And the power play! And the hot! And the POEM!
Look how short and tight the lines are -- so much in so few words! The wonderful choice of end-words! The first stanza! But then, the fourth stanza! But then, the sixth! And the last! And did I mention the HOT?
All the ways the silence shifts between them, changing meanings -- the control House needs in bed and out of it that he's willing to surrender sometimes (which is still a form of control, if he *lets* Wilson touch him) and that he may not realize Wilson is letting him have, too, at least for now -- the game that's not a game -- Wilson in bondage, yielding, straining --
Gahhhh, I just. *hugs* Thank you. I'm sitting here with my glaze-eyed fever and my tissue box and you have no idea how much better this just made my life.
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Date: 2007-09-21 01:58 am (UTC)Aww, sorry to hear you're sick. Again?
Hmm, okay, the 'which' is supposed to refer back to the 'secret' in the previous line. Do you think it would work better starting from "In time..."? I just thought perhaps the connection might not be as clear that way, but maybe it doesn't need to be.
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Date: 2007-09-21 02:09 am (UTC)*is so hopelessly addicted to erotic poetry*
:)
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Date: 2007-09-21 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-21 03:31 am (UTC)See, I remember the incredibly beautiful "double star" poem you wrote before about House and Wilson, and so I am not surprised that you could write this. Because you are wonderful, and made of the sum total of awesome in the known universe.
This is really incredibly well done, and each time I read it it makes me think of some mad version of an AU Shakespeare.
What else to say, but -- *mems* ?
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Date: 2007-09-21 05:16 am (UTC)(I'm now going to have to read those
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Date: 2007-09-21 04:07 am (UTC)*shivers*
Must save to read again when I am not so hyper I can barely sit still ^.^
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Date: 2007-09-21 08:24 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
:)
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Date: 2007-09-22 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-21 10:03 am (UTC)*mems*
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Date: 2007-09-21 01:46 pm (UTC)The theme behind it is just perfect. Wilson waiting to regain control - I love it.
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Date: 2007-09-21 03:19 pm (UTC)(I love poetry as much as kink. Your warnings drew me right in!)
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Date: 2007-09-22 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-21 03:21 pm (UTC)Wow.
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Date: 2007-09-21 05:46 pm (UTC)*mems*
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Date: 2007-09-23 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-21 06:20 pm (UTC)... Excellent work! :)
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Date: 2007-09-23 07:30 am (UTC)Poetry is such an odd thing. It is somehow halfway between prose and painting. I can't explain it, but the images seem vivid in a way that is unlike any other medium. *tries to think about it more but just hurts brain*. NC-17 seems even hotter in poetic form <3
Initially I thought I felt a sadness soak through... first, that it took so long for them to acknowledge their attraction, and then when House had to play his games to try to wrest control back. But now I wonder if a struggle for control isn't an integral part of their relationship, part of what actually drives it forward. So I'm happily sticking with that conclusion :D
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Date: 2007-09-24 06:13 am (UTC)And I do understand what you mean by being like painting - it's all kind of splashes of things here and there, and you have to fill in the gaps. I'm glad you got enough to enjoy the smut :D
And I agree - it's a control struggle, but not necessarily a negative, unhappy one. It's part of who they are. I'm totally with you on this. And thank you so much for reading ♥
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Date: 2007-09-24 06:15 am (UTC)I hadn't heard of a sestina either before
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Date: 2007-09-26 08:47 am (UTC)THANK YOU FOR READING :D