Holding the camera, Aaron could sense the tension in the room. The guy they were interviewing didn't seem to notice, but he also wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. Instead, he was watching Nick. Thank God Zak had some fabulous acting skill and could pretend to be normal to save them the embarrassment of a failed interview.

Nick's biceps flexed with each movement of the camera. Aaron noticed
it and hated himself for it. He wished it was easy to ignore. He wanted to wrap his arms around him. He wanted to kiss him and hold him like he had the weekend before. He wanted to let his body overtake his mind again like the night before, but he had regained his senses. Aaron just hoped Nick figured himself out before Roni caught him.

After finishing this walkaround they had a half hour before their next interview. Zak nudged Nick off into a corner room, nodding at Aaron to let him know he wanted privacy. Aaron went back to the van, double and triple checking their battery packs for their cameras, reviewing the amount of film left. He cringed when he heard Nick shout. The words, though undecipherable, were angry. He wanted to run in there but he knew Zak what was telling him and that it was in his best interest to stay right where he was.

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

Nick's wiry muscle flexed under his black t-shirt. Zak bodily blocked the door to keep the man from stalking out to find Aaron. "What the hell do you mean he can't sleep with me anymore?"

"Fuck, Nick. You're married. None of this is a good idea."

Nick stalked up to him, his body inches away from Zak's. "You don't seem to have much of a problem with it."

Zak winced and crossed his arms over his chest. "We're not talking about me."

"Fine. So Aaron doesn't want anything to do with me. You two certainly seemed to have a good time after breakfast."

Zak sighed and dropped his eyes down. "I'm not married, Nick."

"I could hear you fucking moan, Zak," Nick whispered angrily.

Zak threw his hands up in the air. "So I fucking moaned during sex. What the hell is the big deal, Nick? It felt good. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Pain etched across Nick's face as he backed away slowly from Zak. "You never moaned for me," he whispered. "Did it not feel good with me? Was Aaron better? Is that what-"

"The hell?" Zak stopped him. "You're jealous because you heard me moan?" Nick stopped talking and looked away. Zak walked up to him, wrapping his arms around his hips, bringing his angry body in close. "Tomorrow we are going to have the most amazing sex."

"You sure you don't want to spend the time with Aaron?" Nick asked snidely.

Zak kissed him softly. "Aaron never told me I'm… what was it you said? Beautiful? I've never been called that before," he laughed.

Nick smiled and blushed, the anger seeping away slightly. "Handsome doesn't cut it. You are beautiful." He careful brushed the back of his hand against one of Zak's sculpted cheekbones. "My wedding band doesn't bother you?"

Zak shrugged. It did, no doubt, but he wasn't letting these few moments go while he had the chance. "I'm more of a risk taker than Aaron. I already have the mark of the devil burned into me."

Nick kissed him softly before letting him go. "I am the devil," he said and walked out of the room.

That night, everything was off in the investigation. Nick was completely off. His body was giving off a palpable energy and Aaron swore that it was throwing their EMF detectors for a loop.

Aaron wouldn't go near the man. Zak had calmed the savage beast and he wasn't sure he wanted to know how. But whenever Zak touched Nick, or even brushed by him, Aaron thought for sure he heard Nick purr.

Thus, when Zak gave him the chance to escape into the basement of the mansion, he ran. He'd rather be alone with some random ghost than with Nick Groff.

Zak pulled out their PX system to see if it would respond to anything around them. He thought maybe the high energy and tension would disappear now that Aaron was away from them. Nick's fingers brushed his side, as two arms wrapped around his stomach from behind. Zak held the PX and his camera out in front of him, but smiled at the touch. "Nick, not here."

The PX started chirping. "Mine… mine… mine…"

"Aaron's gone," Nick whispered huskily in his ear, pulling Zak's body back, flush against his.

"Nick, no," Zak said a little more forcefully, trying to walk forward to escape his grasp but it was too tight. When the hell did Nick get so strong?

The PX still chirped, "Mine… mine… mine…."

Lips dragged across his neck before he felt the open wetness and a hard bite. Zak's muscle went weak. He nearly dropped the chirping PX. He moaned and closed his eyes as it said, "You… are… mine…"

Nick licked over his bite mark, a slight bruise already showing up. "There's my moan," he whispered, his voice an octave lower than Zak had ever heard it. Zak's eyes flicked open as the PX repeated in his hand, "You… are… mine…" He dropped it down to the floor, not caring if it broke and spun hard around, surprising Nick. He forced the younger man back against the wall, surprise on his side. Using all of his strength, he held Nick there.

Nick growled at him but Zak stood firm. "Nick, I said no. You're going to have to fucking deal with it."

The PX still chirped away on the floor. "You… are… mine…mine…mine…"

Zak held Nick against the wall until the softness came back into his face. For the first time ever, he was afraid of Nick.