Aaron woke up, flat on his back, in a room that wasn't his own. Looking over at Nick and Zak next to him, he was starting to get a strange sense of déjà vu. Something flashed on the nightstand as the bright morning sun came streaming through the curtains. Aaron slowly rolled off the bed, not wanting to disturb the other two sleeping men. He picked up Nick's wedding band from the bedside table. Looking down at Nick's left arm wrapped around Zak's nude body, he saw the tan line on Nick's naked ring finger. Setting it back down on the table, Aaron quickly dressed and left the room.

Not five minutes later, the phone rang in Nick's room, startling both sleeping men. Nick quickly grabbed it. "Hello?" he asked, sleepily.

"Mr. Groff this is your 7am wakeup call. Would you like a follow up in 15 minutes?" said the receptionist.

"No, no that's ok. I'm awake. Thanks." Slowly, he dropped the handset back on the cradle.

"Why the hell did you ask for a 7am wakeup call?" Zak grumbled into his chest.

Nick laughed slightly, "I didn't think I'd actually be able to get you to come to my room." Nick stretched beneath the weight of Zak's heavy body. "Hey, Aaron's gone."

Zak yawned and rolled over. "I thought I was sleeping better."

"Do you think he's ok with this?"

Zak stood up from the bed and stretched. Nick watched him, appreciatively, taking special note of his morning wood. His own twitched at the recognition.

"I don't know. It's Aaron. I'll talk to him." Zak looked down, quickly recognizing that glint in Nick's deep brown eyes. He grinned devilishly, climbing back on the bed and straddling Nick, resting the younger man's cock between his ass cheeks. "Would it be wrong to do it without Aaron here?" He wanted the answer to be no, but he felt the question had to be asked.

Nick's hand fumbled, finding Zak's opening and slowly pushing inside. "He's the one that left."

Aaron sat downstairs at the breakfast buffet, his plate full, waiting on his friends to come down from their love nest. He ran a million scenarios through his mind as to why they were late, all of them centered around morning sex. He wasn't sure if he was jealous. Well, he slightly was. He looked up just as Zak and Nick walked through the door. Both had the afterglow of fantastic sex and Zak's hair was not done, which Aaron only assumed that meant he hadn't been back to his room.

Aaron greeted them as they sat down. "You're still missing something," he noted looking down at Nick's hand.

Nick looked down at his plate, confused. Aaron flipped his hand over, rubbing his index finger over the small piece of pale skin.

"Oh, shit… its still on the nightstand," he looked over at Zak.

Zak shrugged, digging into his pancakes. "We'll get it when we go back up."

Aaron noted the 'we.' "Why did you take it off in the first place?"

Nick stared at him. Aaron hadn't touched any food on his plate and was looking pointedly at him. "I didn't want my marriage to be a part of what we were doing last night," he whispered, hoping no one else would hear.

Aaron stood up. "You don't get to choose when you're married and when you're not." And he turned around and walked out the door.

Zak swallowed his bite and turned to look at Nick. "I don't think he's cool with it."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aaron sat in his hotel room, a wrinkled picture of him and his ex-wife in his hands. A soft knock came on his door and he didn't even feel like opening it, but he knew that they would just keep knocking.

Slowly he got up looked through the peephole. It was just Zak standing uncomfortably in the hallway.

Aaron opened the door, allowing him to enter. His hair was done and he was wearing fresh clothing. "Hey," he said as the door closed behind him.

Aaron sat back on the bed. "Look, its nothing against you guys, I just don't think I can be a part of this."

Zak nodded. "I understand." He noticed the worn picture of him and Stephanie dropped on the bed. "We didn't mean to hurt you... or offend you… in any way. I hope you know that, Aaron."

"I can't be a part of helping Nick destroy his marriage when I miss my own. It doesn't… I just can't, Zak. What you two do is your own business. But I can't sleep with Nick. I don't want to be responsible for that."

Zak sat next to him on the bed, picking up the picture and holding it carefully in his hands. "Do you think you'll get back together after all of this is over?"

Aaron shrugged. "Right after the divorce I thought so, but not now."

Zak draped his arm across Aaron's shoulders, pulling him against his body in a one-armed hug. He handed him back his picture. "I'm sorry, man."

"Don't be. What we've been doing has completely changed my outlook on things. It still scares me sometimes… a lot of the time, but I love it now. If she can't handle it, then you know…." He trailed off. "Nick told me last night that he wasn't straight. Do you think he'd leave his wife?"

Zak hadn't really even thought about that. Though Nick did take his wedding band off. But they just had a baby… "I don't know, man." He laughed. "Nick hasn't been Nick for the past week."

Aaron nodded. He knew how true that was. In fact, this week had brought a lot of things out about his co-investigators that he hadn't known about. "So you've done this before?"

Zak shifted on the bed, uncomfortably. He cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah… I have."

"Are you gay?" Aaron whispered.

Zak smiled. "No. I'm bi actually."

"Oh." Aaron had a million questions swimming through his head. He had known Zak for so long, but never figured out his sexuality. He just always assumed he was straight. "But you haven't dated any guys since I've known you. I mean, not that, you know, it's not cool and all. Because it is. Obviously. I mean look at last night, but you know-"

Zak cut off his rambling. "Dated, not for a long time. The last time I had an actual boyfriend was in college and that did not end well."

"I'm sorry."

Zak shrugged. It was something he had come to terms with over the years. "What about you?" He smiled at him. "This changes things around a little for you."

Aaron ran his hand over his face. "I don't know. I've never even done that with a woman."

Zak raised his eyebrows. "Sex?"

Aaron rolled his eyes. "No, anal sex. It just wasn't something I thought I was in to."

"But now?"

He turned his head, looking at Zak, his eyes begging for understanding. "I wanna do it again."

Zak smiled, leaning closer, his lips barely brushing Aaron's. "Nick's out. Does that mean I'm out too?"

Aaron shook his head 'no,' taking Zak's face in his hands, kissing him softly, rubbing his thumbs over the strong cheekbones. "We have that interview to do in an hour."

Zak pulled off his shirt and stood up to undo his pants. "We'll be less than 20 minutes." Zak climbed on the bed, naked, laying against the pillows.

"I don't have any lube…," Aaron answered, slowly stripping his clothes off.

Zak smiled sheepishly at him. "Oh… I think we'll be all right…" He spread his legs as Aaron hovered over him.

His cock poised at Zak's entrance, he saw tiny bruises on his hips that looked like fingertips. Brushing his hand over one hip, he asked. "Are you sure?"

Zak rolled his eyes, trying to pull Aaron closer. "Yes, just fuck me, Aaron." As Aaron slid in, Zak's eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Next door, Nick sat on his bed, listening to the repetitive rhythm of Aaron's bed hitting the wall. Zak was just supposed to go over there and talk to him. A jealousy that he had never felt boiled deep in his stomach. Anger washed over him. He grabbed a glass from the nightstand, throwing it hard against the wall. The sound of the shatter eased some of his nerves. He stood up and carefully stalked his way through the glass to the bathroom. Running the faucet, he heard Zak moan. Moan. He hadn't made Zak moan like that yet. What the fuck was Aaron doing over there that was so good? He splashed his face with water. They were going to have to do interviews after this. How the hell was that going to go? Drying his face off, Nick looked at himself in the mirror. The face in the mirror was not his own. He stepped back from the sink, his own image scaring him. The face he saw reminded him of himself in Savannah. Staring at himself, he tried hard to make that image revert back to what he knew he looked like. The sounds next door ceased. Minutes later he heard Aaron's door open as Zak left his room and walked down the hallway to his own, but the anger, jealousy, and flat out rage, stayed in his heart.

Walking back into the bedroom area, Nick quickly changed his clothes. He didn't like this new level. When did he start thinking of Zak and Aaron as his? When had he sold his soul to the devil?