Cold Turkey
NC-17 ( This chapter gets an R 3 ))
Strong D/S but not until the second part.
Summary:
I'll think of a witty summary later e.e
Basically, Nick finds Zak at a bar, a little drunk, and with a pretty honey on his arm. Nick blames it on the drink and his insecurities is what makes him convince Zak that he doesn't need the alcohol for a good time.

Author's notes: Woops, sorry its so short. The actual fic is already 13 pages long and not complete. This is only 4 of those pages. The rest is, well, smut. LOL

I'm not done yet, either. So please come back? I was hoping once I post a part I'll be more motivated to finish lol

Zak may have been a little bit drunk. Not enough for the floor to fall from under him, but just enough to feel the alcohol in his blood put heat in his face and around the collar. He liked this, getting a bit smashed, but not enough to forget how the hell he got home. Just enough to forget that Nick wasn't going to come around this time- not tonight, anyway. It was something Zak could shrug off easily... when he was a little bit drunk.

He leaned back, only to remember that there wasn't a back to his seat and he managed to catch himself gracelessly. He decided maybe it wasn't such a good time to leave the bar just yet, and when his mug was refilled with a grin and a thumb towards a pretty lady to the left, Zak couldn't just up and go. It would've been rude. So he stayed. And he drank.

The alcohol burned in his mouth and it did going down his throat and automatically Zak knew it wasn't the beer he had ordered at first. No, this was the stronger stuff, tasteless enough to want to push away, but strong enough to bring a lightweight down before they could even see the bottom of the mug. He snorted, trying not to lean forward in his seat like a dead-beat drunk. It would've been different if Nick was with him...

Not drunk enough.

He drowned the rest of the glass and pushed away the mug before the bartender could grab it and refill it after a quick look at the same lady to the left. He wasn't having a woman buy his drinks for him, as much as the free drinks from a good number of ladies boosted his ego. At least, not tonight. Zak thought, maybe it was a good time to visit a different bar.

Before he could leave, he noticed the lady from the left come up to him and like always, Zak couldn't help taking a look.

Pretty, very pretty. The type that had the confidence to come to him and the confidence Zak was attracted to. She definitely would've been a girl he'd accept advances from and flirt back shamelessly into his bed. But not any more. She sidled up next to him, propping her large breasts onto her arm as she leaned against the bar, giving Zak a generous view of her cleavage. He smiled with hooded eyes.

"Thanks for the drink."

"It's no problem." She replied. She tilted her head, exposing the long, attractive line of her neck. "You're Zak Bagans. I know your face anywhere."

Zak gave a small laugh and a nod. A fan, of course. "Yeah... again, thanks for the drink." He made to get up, but she was a confident one. A hand on the table telling him to stay and Zak raised an eyebrow and sat, wondering where she'll take this. The teasing little smile appeared on his lips and he nodded, taking a quick moment to accept that drink.

She didn't sit and Zak may have scoffed a bit into his full glass when he noticed her eyes drop down the length of his body then back up. He leaned towards her and he blamed it on the alcohol when he got close enough to smell the clean scent in her hair, "I haven't seen a pretty thing like you in a long time, but maybe its not a good idea to be trying this all on me." He got a breathy chuckle and a white smile, the woman pressing forward and landing a hand on his muscled arm. He almost pulled away- but not this time.

"You're a lot more handsome in person. Is there a lady-friend I should be worried about?"

"No. But I'd watch out for my boyfriend." She raised an eyebrow, disbelief written across her face. Zak was drunk enough to elaborate, but words caught in his throat when he recognized a man that walked through the dark doorway. "I'd go, if I were you." He said slowly, eyes following the slow and purposeful movement of the younger man coming his way. He knew that look, Zak knew what came next after that expression came over Nick's face and he couldn't wait.

"Hey, Nicky." Zak watched her crane her neck back, back, and up past the bulging crossed arms and into the stormy face of Nick. She backed up immediately, knowing a jealous man when she saw one.

"You shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to you."

She backed up a few feet, hands in front of her to be less of a threat because even Zak was sure Nick would've done something if she laid another finger on him. In his drunk state, Zak watched with half amusement, half what-the-fuck before Nick slotted himself between his spread legs and planted his lips roughly against his own, not caring who saw. All teeth and tongue and possession, Nick was set on proving to the whole bar who Zak belonged to.

Zak tore his mouth away with a gasp, wiping at his wet lips with the back of his sleeve. He heard Nick growl, saw those usually warm brown eyes narrow at him, and instinctively Zak pressed himself forward, spread his legs wider, pulling Nick against his body. He didn't mean to object, and slowly Nick smirked. Large hands crawled down his body, so different than what had been on him so simply before, making his nerves spring to life.

That girl had pretty much been staring, opened mouth and surprised at the two, and Nick threw a quick, "Fuck off." over his shoulder. He didn't even turn around to see if she'd left, but Zak saw. Saw her tear her eyes away with a blush quickly encompassing her face and run out the bar. Zak chuckled. He'd of, too, and probably found a place to get off.

"Of all the places to find you..." Nick practically growled in his ear and Zak would probably deny to this day the weak sound that came out of his mouth as the younger man nipped harshly at the soft lobe. He tried to put some space between themselves, but Nick would not have it, large hand going to the curve of his back and pulling him in- so tightly against each other Zak feared their body's would mold permanently together by the crotch.

That actually made him laugh.

"This isn't funny..." Right. Right, Nick. Zak swallowed thickly, hoping if he got the taste of alcohol out of his mouth he wouldn't be so drunk

"What are you doing here?"

"Finding you. Stopping you from betraying me."

Zak wanted to laugh again because when had it been a problem? Nick knew Zak wouldn't, that he couldn't, that he feared losing Nick to his wife more than anything. He wanted to tell Nick exactly that, but instead, what came out of his mouth was, "Doesn't your wife keep you tonight?"

Not exactly the best thing to say.

He wasn't picking up his phone. Nick had probably called Zak a hundred times as he drove around Vegas, just keeping within fifteen miles of the speed limit. The older man was not home and he definitely wasn't with Aaron, and if Zak had been with Billy, Nick was sure to find out within two seconds through twitter. Zak was alone- and if he was not home, he was on the strip.

Of course, Zak would be. He always went there when Nick wasn't around to hound him back into the bedroom for the night. Their bedroom. Zak doesn't want to call it anything else and sometimes Nick wished he didn't because he was sure that was the reason the older man hated staying in it alone sometimes. So he goes out. Most times, if Nick calls and Zak picks up, he went out gambling. Its when the older man didn't pick up Nick knew he was out doing something else.

It wasn't that Zak slept around, though before Nick and he got together, Zak sort of did. The raven haired man felt he always had something to prove, even to his partners, thinking he could keep their attention if he just gave in, if he gave chase. He wasn't a slut, but sleeping on the first date wasn't new to Zak. Nick knew this well.

It didn't help that Nick was the first and only man Zak had ever slept with. It should, but it didn't. Before Nick, Zak may have been a flirt, but he never brought home or went back with another man. Nick was different and that was not comforting. Not if Zak's eyes could easily stray to a woman. And really, Zak wouldn't have to worry- It was either Zak or his wife, and as the months go by it seemed to be more Zak, than the woman he married.

He pushed his hair back in frustration as he parked into the fifth hotel casino that night. There had to be at least four bars in this joint, two of which were actual clubs, but Zak only visited one. He tried the phone one more time, fist around the steering wheel tightening as each ring went unnoticed and cursed under his breath when yet again, his call was ignored.

If he was with someone...

He stepped into the nightclub, at first very annoyed by the loud bass that seemed to take direction of the beat of his heart. Zak wouldn't be on the dance floor, not tonight anyway, not without him. The bar.Only the bar. His eyes did a quick sweep and catching Zak with that woman sketched the scowl onto his handsome face. Each step he took felt as if he shook the damn place, his fingers stinging with jealousy clenched tightly against his palms.

She left easy enough, took her a while when she saw Zak wrapped around his body willingly, but she was gone with another silent threat. Feeling Zak surrender to him, his muscles uncoiling under his shaking fingers was almost enough to cool the boiling in his blood. But like always, a drunk Zak wanted the upper hand.

"We're going home."

"I didn't mean it. Nick- Nick, wait."

Nick firmed his lips, looking back to watch Zak knock back that drink. He could see the relief in his drunk slack face before near apprehensive eyes stared back up at him.

"I needed that."

Nick didn't mean to scare him so much.

He drove them home and Zak had passed out in the passengers seat of his car, snoring softly. The older man's keys were in Nick's pocket, safe- ready to use tomorrow when they pick up his car, but for tonight the car will be fine in its VIP parking. Zak was going to throw a fit tomorrow, but the older man had some making up to do.

Nick dragged Zak's heavy weight back into his house, too. He was awake when he did, but the alcohol hit the the raven hard, stumbling in the cold night air as he took him to his front door to unlock.

"Mm... wait. Wait, I don't want bed... The dungeon- Nick." Zak mumbled incoherently and Nick just shook his head, helping the man upstairs and undressing him once they made it inside their bedroom. "Stay... stay."

"I'm not leaving."

That seemed to work and Zak passed out on his side even before Nick could get out of his pants, sighing as the younger man curled around him.