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I don't make a habit out of reading House fic. In fact, I can only ever remember reading one other House fic and it's also fairly kinky (rec here). But when I was reading Sherlock d/s fic, I stumbled across the original prompt for "everything you won't tell me (is mapped in your scars)" and its prequels (my rec here) which referenced [livejournal.com profile] aris_writing's Directed Verse. The Directed Verse is a handful of stories set in a world where everyone is a dom or a sub. (I only read the House ones, not the Pirates of the Caribbean one.) I think what makes this one stand out so much compared to other variations on the theme that I've read is that while there are romantic relationships, the central conceit is an examination of identity in that kind of world. I have now made it sound much more boring than it actually is. It's not boring. It's fascinating. The last story closes off the House/Wilson arc, but I'm sorry the author stopped there. To me, the most interesting character is Cameron, and I wanted to see more about her arc.
"Cameron, everyone fucks up sometimes," he said. They stepped into the elevator, waited for the other passengers to clear out. "You can't expect things to go right every time. You have to pick yourself up and start over."

"Wisdom from the greeting-card industry," she said, jabbing the button of their patient's floor.

He sighed and crossed his arms. "Seriously. You can't go back to being a dom and pretend that none of it ever happened. That it isn't happening, that you don't fit into that box any more."

She looked at him. He was staring at her, expression tight, almost vulnerable.

"Maybe," she said, "maybe it's worth being a little less happy, if it means I get to keep my life."

She expected him to argue, but all he said was, "Maybe it's lucky that you get to make that choice."
The stories are several years old, so if you, like me, stopped watching House some time ago, everything will still be familiar to you.
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baddirtywrong - and oh so good
First up is [livejournal.com profile] entrenous88's "All Together Now," which is the explicit Spike/Xander/Dawn sequel to "Persuasion," where Spike and Xander just talk about it. [livejournal.com profile] entrenous88 writes really hot Dawn fic. (See also her very, very hot Wesley/Dawn series.)
"Right, just like that," Spike encouraged Dawn.

Xander leaned back, his eyes closed, and his breathing coming fast. They were in the back seat of Spike’s car, since his was the only one with wide, long bench seats.

There had been an arranged date. There had been an awkward dinner. There had been a hell of a lot of wine. And now, there was him, Dawn, and Spike, parked in a dark alley.
Three CSIs in a cabin
No, this isn't part of that cabin ficathon thing from a couple of years ago. [livejournal.com profile] zeplum's "Newton's 1st" is Nick taking Sara to the woods after her DUI, and Greg joining them later.
"You could've called."

"Wanted it to be a surprise."

Night's falling early and there's already a chill in the air. In the dying light, Greg's face is relaxed, almost happy.

"It was. Greg, man --" and here Nick falters. Sara's always been much more Greg's out clause than his. They've talked about situations like this, but now that they're smack dab in the middle of one, Nick's not so sure -- about anything.

"C'mon, Nick, give me some credit. You...Sara...isolated from the rest of the world. Something was bound to happen."

"And you still let me come?"

"There was no question of letting you."

"So why are you here?"

"Truthfully? I missed you guys." Greg shrugs like this all completely normal. "Besides, right now I'm not sure who I should be jealous of, you or Sara. Y'know, just for the record."
HouseWilson is baby Chase's other daddy
And last (but certainly not least) is [livejournal.com profile] swtalmnd's "Uniform Violations," an incredibly hot House/Chase/Wilson wherein House and Wilson dress Chase up as a slutty nurse for Halloween.
Knickers first, and the attendant wriggling about and trying to get his cock and balls to stay inside and keep the back from riding up where no man -- well, okay, not many men -- has gone before. He gives up after a few moments when a noise makes him nearly go into cardiac arrest, and decides to hurry the process along. The stockings come next and he's really glad there's no seams to try and get straight, though the white lace tops and matching garter belt are making his cheeks pink anyway with they way they look on his annoyingly masculine legs.

He's not sure what it says about him that he wishes he'd been given warning so he could have shaved, but there you are. He puts that out of his mind figuring out the bra, which seems to mostly exist to torment him as the cups are mere crescent-shaped wisps of that same white lace, attached to devilishly uncomfortable underwires that somehow give him the illusion of cleavage. Then it's on with the dress, one zip and bam, he's a slut. He keeps trying to tug the hem down to no avail, and it barely even touches the tops of his stockings when he moves more than an inch. Sitting down is going to be out of the question, and he's going to sue House himself if there's any bending over in his near future.

"Right, nearly done," he says to himself and fishes out the penultimate bit of the costume, black eyeliner and whore-red lipstick. He tries to pretend he's never done this before as he puts the liner on smoothly, then smears the red stuff on his lips, sulking for a moment that they couldn't even be arsed to buy him a decent brand. He's just pinning on the ridiculous little white hat when the door swings open and he spins around, cheeks redder than any blush could have made them.
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There's a bit of disagreement about this (scroll down to the picture). Molly and I think it's hot; Sky thinks it's "the sort of thing that is usually labeled 'State's Exhibit C'." I woke up this morning thinking that those are not necessarily mutually exclusive reactions.

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