Title: 44. Two Roads (3/?)
Pairing: Nick/Zak NAK
Summary: Zak was looking for an incubus. He got one. Now he won't leave him alone.
Genre: Humor?... First time? Multi-shot
Rating: M

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It was definitely hard to fall asleep, especially as he felt a cold, soft tongue flick and soothe along his stomach and dip into his navel. The sensual swirl of the wet muscle was not something Zak could just fall asleep to, but he was unusually exhausted and he managed to fall into a half slumber to the sound of the incubus' purrs.

Either way, he felt like he was resting even as Nick licked tracks through the semen on his torso. Nick was slow and thorough, teasing even, as he occasionally lingered at spots that had Zak gasp and shudder. Eventually, the demon strayed. Down he went, to lick the skin of his hips and even more, to his legs, gentle sucks into the flesh of his thighs with a light nibble here or there. Zak's body felt like lead, and though he wanted to fight his way from Nick's stimulating touches, he laid prone, body quivering with sleepy arousal. His body was pliant to the incubus' touch and Nick took well advantage of that as he spread him open. Zak didn't remember getting hard and it all mattered little once Nick leaned up and took him into his mouth. Zak's world went black as he spiralled back into pleasure.

When he awoke, the sun was just about rising, casting the room in a dark blue. The lights overhead had turned off and Nick was no where in sight. It didn't mean Zak was ready to move. He groaned, shifting under the covers. He could almost believe it had all been a dream, but it would not explain why his clothes were on the floor, rather than on his body.

He looked at the time. A few minutes before he was let out, so Zak got off the bed to pull on his clothes. His shirt was in tatters and he wasn't exactly sure how he'd explain this one. He scratched his head tiredly. He wasn't exactly sure how to explain anything, such as his lack of evidence.

Did he forget anything? No. And if he did, Zak was sure he'd get it back eventually. He opened the door slowly, expecting ambush, but nothing came and the young investigator made his way down the stairs to wait by the door.

It was all a blur. The door opened and Zak could just hear the owner asking him how it went, did he catch anything. What did he say..? Zak licked his dry lips, eyes downcasted as the other man shot off questions. What happened to him? What happened to your shirt? Zak cleared his throat and the guy went silent as Zak mumbled a confused 'I'm... I'm not sure'.

The other dared to grab him by his elbows, steadying Zak as he tried to catch his eyes. Zak concentrated on the wrinkles on his face as he other spoke, just a tad bit off balance. 'You okay, son?' Zak just nodded and tried to push the older man away as nicely as possible.

"I- yes. Yes, I'm fine." Zak said, voice a bit stronger. He gave the other a small, crooked smile. "Its pretty crazy in there, I'll admit. I won't say I caught anything..."

"More of a physical experience, yeah?"

Zak laughed and nodded, "You could say that." They shook hands and the other man locked the house, not quite comfortable journeying in by himself, not that Zak would blame him.

He took the time to collect himself once he was in his car. The sky was lightening with the rising sun and Zak was not looking forward to the headache the bright sky would give him as he drove back. He simply sat and watched the old building cast itself in shadow, take in the haunts that reside from the outside and admire.

"I still think it looks better from the inside."

Zak's half lidded stare and relaxed body had jolted up, much like a frightened cat would and there was no way the young man would not hit his head on the roof of his car. He squeezed himself against the door, wide eyes taking in the naked demon sitting in the passenger's seat. Nick grinned lazily as he spread himself out, getting comfortable for the ride.

"Oh my God."

"Didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

"H-how are you..?" Zak's arms flailed for a bit, point at the incubus and back at the building as he tried to process what was in front of him. "How did you leave?" The incubus raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"I know I'm not the first."

Zak spluttered, and he really hoped no one was looking in because he must of looked like a fool. He rubbed his heated face, hoping once he opened his eyes Nick would not be sitting there, but it was all useless hope. "Right. Okay." He mumbled. He made a deal with a demon, but it really can't be too long, can it? He turned on the engine, trying to keep his eyes off of the other. "Don't you have clothes?"

Nick snorted, "What, am I to just manifest clothes onto my body? I'm not magic." He shrugged and grinned saucily, "I know I got nothing to be ashamed about."

Zak released a sound between a sob and a laugh. At least he wasn't pissing his pants. His face was planted on the steering wheel, nervous frustration eating at his gut, but at least it wasn't anything close to fear. Can't get any more scared after having that incubus all over him and then let him live.

God, how was he going to explain this one?

He felt a hand on his shoulder, cold and heavy, and Zak groaned.

"Hey, this is going to be awesome."

Zak groaned again, hating his life.

They now sat in Zak's living room. Or rather, Zak sat, slouched on his sofa, and Nick found himself looking out the window from four floors up. The apartment wasn't very large, and it didn't really have to be, but Zak felt it was much to small now with another being in it. His head throbbed and it helped having his sunglasses over his eyes to defend them from the glaring sunlight.

"Can you shut the curtains now?" Zak whined and Nick finally turned around to view his capture. The incubus had crossed his arms and came near. The human didn't seem to have noticed.

Fingers crawled over Zak's forehead and was quickly slapped away. Nick laughed. "It'll pass."

"You did this? I should of known."

"It won't be like this all the time."

"You're not touching me."

The incubus laughed and fell into couch next to him. For a fleeting moment, Zak wondered how the thing even had weight, but it was stupid to question. Why was he so curious about these things? He felt that cool hand on his neck, bringing him down. Zak's eyes snapped open and he threw his sunglasses off as he reared back. "The fuck are you doing?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "I was going to let you lay on my lap so I could bring you relief."

"Not without pants you aren't." He stood and pointed at Nick. "You. Stay here. I'm going into my room and locking the door, for what good that would do for me, and you are not allowed inside."

"What are you going to do in your bedroom? I've already let you sleep the night."

"I'm going to shower. I need one."

He left to the sound of Nick's low whine and the sound of a body flopping over the cushions of his couch. He shut the door on the incubus and locked it, like he said, and could only hope that the demon would stay out. He honestly didn't think he would.

As he stripped, he kept an open ear. It didn't sound like Nick was doing anything other than flipping over in the couch on occasion. It made him snort as he walked into his bathroom and stepped into the shower. The incubus was bored.

So it was no surprise five minutes into his shower, with suds blinding him in the eyes, the incubus slides in next to him as quiet as a mouse and places his hands on his hips.

"Can't I have ten minutes alone?" Zak screeched as he scrubbed the sting from his eye. He turned in Nick's hold, squinting at the incubus who is just a bit damp from the water sprinkling off Zak's body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something was telling Zak to be very afraid right now, but it was simply too much effort. He huffed at the incubus, "Well?"

"Its dull as rocks out there." Nick grumbled, but he did step out (through the fucking glass, ofcourse) if only to sit on the sink's counter top. It was this moment Zak wished he had more than a glass door separating himself from the rest of the room. He could feel the incubus' golden gaze on him as he rinses the shampoo from his hair. Soaping up his body was another round of awkward all together and looking over, the incubus simply kept his lazy gaze on him sitting perfectly still. He frowned even more and tried to ignore the other, humming to himself a bit off key.

Zak shut off the shower and reached out the door to have his towel placed in his hand. He looked up to see Nick, who tilted his head, brows lowered in thought.

"You're annoyed."

Zak huffed. "You weren't supposed to come in." He gave the incubus his back as he started drying. The incubus didn't speak. Simply watched the muscles under Zak's skin move and followed him out into the bedroom once he got the towel knotted around his hips. Nick sat on the bed, still ever so watchful as Zak found himself some clothes to throw on. Before he shut a drawer that held his shorts, he grabbed a pair and threw them at Nick. "Here."

The demon caught it and looked at the article of clothing as if it were made of soggy bread. He held it out, a corner caught between his index and thumb. "I don't need this."

Zak landed his forehead into his hand with a smack. "Then for my sake? Nick?" His eyes pleaded with the demon, "I can't have you running around with your... junk hanging everywhere."

"You've grown used to the sight of it." Nick said. Zak face reddened just slightly.

"No, Nick, I have not."

Nick rolled his eyes and threw the shorts over his shoulder. He was hit in the chest with another pair.

"Please."

The glare Nick shot Zak was accompanied with a snort before Nick shrugged the annoyance behind him. "If I can only get you to beg for... other things." He said wistfully as he finally slid the shorts over his legs. He approached the human, arms out, but Zak held out a hand. "I've been a gentleman. I don't understand your caution."

Zak wasn't exactly sure how to answer that and was only saved when his cellphone rang from his kitchen counter. He sidestepped Nick with a shrug and entered the kitchen to grab his phone, only to answer to the sound of Aaron's concerned voice.

"What? Who told you I died?"

And from that, Nick snorted loud enough to make Zak jump. Aaron spoke again, voice fast and just a little bit hard to understand as he glared Nick quiet, "I know you're not that gullible... So I didn't call you this morning, I got shit to sort out." Nick opened his mouth and Zak shushed him. Then Zak froze.

"Dude, you are not coming over." Not that Aaron gave him room to argue. Zak's head fell back as he threw his phone back on the counter. He didn't even have the time to think about what he was going to do with Nick, let alone salvage what evidence he had to show Aaron he had eventried last night at his solo-investigation.

"Boss?"

"Partner. God, why did you have to knock me out that night?" Zak bitched and went through his backpack to find a recorder, any one of them would do, that had caught at least one voice. He grabbed one at random and played through, smiling at the voice, other than his own, speeding through the speaker.

Nick scowled. "That's me."

"Yeah. Its a good thing I kept it rolling while I used the ghost box." He sped through a bit of it, hearing bits and pieces up until he reached their throw down in the third floor bedroom. Color took his cheeks and he coughed a bit, wondering if he should erase those few minutes caught before it lost memory.

"Evidence is evidence." Nick grinned cockily, grin spreading just a bit as he heard the wanton moan come through the speaker. He made Zak make that noise. Zak was flustered as he clicked off the recorder and looked at it this way and that. Aaron cannot hear that.

"Nick, can you go away?" Zak asked exasperatedly as he emptied out his bag on the coffee table. He sat on the floor and pressed a hand over his mouth. The incubus fell to his knees behind him, throwing his arms around the human in camaraderie affection.

"I can whisper things into the recorders for you."

"I'm not cheating, Nick."

Nick resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He grabbed a recorder, it would be simple enough. "It wouldn't be cheating. I'm a bonafide spirit... being. Whatever you want to call me." Zak snatched the recorder back.

"I don't know. It feels wrong."

"Wrong? What's wrong? You're just proving my existence."

"And doesn't that bother you?" Zak looked over his shoulder and shifted because of Nick's proximity. "Personal space."

Nick just grinned and nuzzled against his cheek, feeling heat bloom to the surface. Zak tried really hard to ignore him, but it didn't bother the incubus one bit. "Some spirits don't want to be heard. Others simply don't care." Nick said, voice light, a contrast to the slow kisses he trailed along the human's neck. Couldn't blame him, really, that he dared a taste.

Goosebumps prickled along Zak's skin and he shivered at the sensual touch. He put a hand to Nick's face and pushed. "I'm working."

"Work later."

"Aaron is coming. And I told you not touch me!"

Nick purred against his hand, licking his palm and then laughed as Zak's hand flew from his face. "I bet it will take him a while."

Zak made a face and wiped the cold saliva on his shirt. "Not as long as you think." He grabbed the hands that had crawled under his shirt. They were cold against his chest and it took his breath away. "Nick."

The other hummed and Zak was reminded of the incubus' tail as it trailed across his thigh, snake-like and writhing. He had to grab that too because it was doing things to his nether regions he rather not explain, but the hand he had to let free pinched around a peaked nipple making his hips buck. Nick curled around, breath freezing over his shoulder and tongue soft against his collarbone, as he pulled Zak into his body.

"Get off of me, Nick."

He felt the pout pressed against his neck and the body wrapped around him pulled back. It allowed Zak to breathe and he looked over his shoulder to the demon now sitting on his haunches. His wide brown eyes practically damned him and Zak could almost feel the burn of them. "You- you stopped."

"Yes, well-"

"Why didn't you stop last night!"

The incubus huffed, mouth sealed tightly shut. Glowing eyes narrowed reproachfully at the human and his pout deepened. It was around then a knock came from the front door and the look on Zak's face brought a smirk to Nick's lips. Devious fucking bastard.

"Disappear." Zak commanded and like that, Nick faded into nothing. Zak carefully got on his feet and shifted his semi-erection once he reached the door. He felt much to exposed despite being completely dressed. He opened the door.

Aaron took one look at him and saw the red in the younger man's face. "Bro, you okay?" He asked and pushed his way in. He didn't go too far into Zak's apartment. It was fine, because Zak walked around him to block him from the rest of his home. Aaron raised an eyebrow.

"I'm up and walking, aren't I?" Zak grumbled. Aaron reached up to feel his forehead like he was some five year old and Zak gave him a withering look. "I'm going t'hit you."

Aaron laughed and pulled his hand back. He leaned against the wall behind him. "So caught anything last night?"

"Well..."

"Dude, I left you there for a night. Did you fall asleep?" Zak looked away with a shrug. "Zak."

The other man rounded his eyes back over to Aaron and he leaned to say, "Dude, its not like that. I didn't... well. I found the incubus."

"The... incubus." Aaron said flatly. "Well? What happened? It knocked you out? Forgot everything?" he laughed, "Dude, it seriously boned you."

Zak's face reddened, but at least his embarrassment killed his hard on. He shoved Aaron. "It didn't do that!" Aaron started laughing and the raven started stumbling over his words, seconds from tugging on Aaron's beard until he submits, but the action was not warranted. Nick's head shot up from behind his couch like a fucking whack-a-mole, eyes glowing merrily and tail corkscrewing in the air and it was almost worth it to see Aaron's eyes widen comically and reach for his heart.

"What is that."

"That, Aaron, is Nick." Zak grouched and dropped his head so he didn't have to look at either of them. "He followed me home."