Zak lay on his bed, unable to sleep. He knew Nick was across the hall, waiting. He regretted his promise to him yesterday during the interviews. Something had come over Nick and it seemed that every day it took more of a hold over him. Zak didn't know what to make of it or how to get out of it but he felt responsible for it. After all, it was Zak who started it that night last weekend with the weed. But then this weekend Nick had initiated in the airport and every time since then. This wasn't like Nick. He was normally such a reserved person. Had this discovery of a hidden part of his sexuality revealed something that had been buried so deep it was now impossible to stop? Or was it something else? Suddenly, Zak sat straight up in the bed. Incubus. Could an incubus possess someone? Reaching over to his phone, he knew just the person to ask.
Four hours later, Nick knocked on Zak's door. Zak checked to make sure he had everything set before opening the door. Everything had to work perfectly. Otherwise, he didn't know what the consequences would be. Nick stood on the other side of the door, a six pack of beer in his hand. "Hey," he said, smiling lazily.
Zak's heart melted and he began to second guess himself. Nick walked in, gently kissing the side of Zak's mouth as he walked by, setting the beer on the small table. "Hi," he said, closing the door.
Nick handed him an opened beer. "I'm sorry for yesterday afternoon and last night."
Zak sighed, taking a beer. Ok, maybe Nick wasn't possessed. "You scared me, Nick."
Taking a long drink, he nodded. "I know. I don't know why I did that."
"I thought you were possessed, dude, seriously. Don't do that shit."
Nick sat heavily in the chair next to the table as Zak downed his beer. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I was so jealous of you and Aaron. I guess I was afraid that he would be better than me and you'd choose him."
Zak sat on the bed across from him. "It's not a 'choosing' thing, Nick. It's just…" He sighed. "It's just different. Aaron's different from you. That doesn't make him any better or worse."
Nick nodded, setting his empty bottle down. "I know. I didn't sleep at all. I stayed up, thinking about all of this. I know I'm cheating on Roni doing this, but it's like an obsession, Zak. It's all I can think about."
Zak smiled, setting his empty beer bottle down next to Nick's. "Because it's new. And it feels good."
"And it's like I'm kicking myself, because for over 10 years, you've been right here. This has been right here. This feeling. I feel like I've missed out on this and I need to make up for it."
Zak nodded. "I get that, but this possessive thing… that needs to not happen."
Nick blushed and looked down at his hands. "I know. I'm sorry. I know I need to talk to Aaron. I think he's scared of me now."
"Hell, I was scared of you. I had a plan to handcuff you to the bed and do an exorcism on you."
Nick laughed. "That sounds kind of kinky. I don't think I'm possessed. I think I'm still me."
Zak scooted back on the bed, laying against the pillows, breathing a sigh of relief. "Honestly, I feel better about being alone with you now."
Nick stood up, climbing over Zak's body. "That's good." He bent down, kissing him chastely. "Because I have plans for you."
Zak craned up, capturing his lips again. "What would those plans be?"
"Well… since you mentioned handcuffs…" Zak quirked an eyebrow. "Where are they?"
Zak smiled. "All ready attached to the bedframe. I was going to slam you on the bed and slap them on your wrists."
Bending down, Nick kissed him forcefully. Zak willingly held his wrists out at the edge of the mattress; his heart beat a little faster as each cuff was secured. The thought never entered his head that this restraint could be dangerous.
Nick ran his hands down Zak's strong arms, smiling wickedly. His lips hovered over Zak's pliant pout. "Now you really are mine," he whispered.
Panic surged through his veins. All too late Zak realized his vulnerable position. Nick sat back to undo both their pants. Watching him get undressed beside the bed, Zak had never put any thought to Nick's size. In the past six years his whole body had filled out and sculpted up. The panic still surged through his blood, but mixed with it was an adrenaline rush filled with desire. Tonight, yes tonight, he would be Nick's. But tomorrow, he was going to spend it with Aaron, devising a plan.
Nick climbed back on the bed, running his hands over the chiseled abs of his victim, pushing the shirt still on his body up over it head and down his arm to his restrained hands. "Good enough," he whispered, their lips softly caressing.
"This is a new you," Zak whispered back.
Nick smiled. "Maybe." Slowly, he kissed down around Zak's jawline, his hands rubbing soft, slow circles at his sides.
Zak groaned as lips grazed over his neck. Willingly, he turned his head, allowing Nick access to the bite mark he had left the night before. Nick smiled as he kissed it. "That looks painful." Zak just groaned again in response as the lips sealed over the mark, sucking on it as his teeth nipped at it.
Fuck, Nick had found one of his turn-ons and it was killing him. He bucked his hips up hard against his captor's, hoping to release him from this slow torture. Nick switched sides, licking his lips.
Zak's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt the teeth sink into his flesh. He never pictured Nick for a biter, but holy shit this was turning him on. The teeth released, being replaced by the soft, warm wetness of a tongue and lips. Zak groaned, making attempts to twist his body away from the torture.
Nick sat up, running his fingertips down his captive's body. His fingers encircled Zak's cock, stroking it slowly. Heavy lidded eyes looked up at him from under dark lashes. "I think you like this," Nick growled.
Zak whimpered his response as the hand around his cock picked up speed. Spreading his legs wider, he groaned, "It'd be better if you'd fuck me already."
Nick grinned devilishly, releasing Zak's cock. Positioning himself at the tight pucker, he wasted no time in slamming himself in. Zak's eyes clenched tight in pain, hands clutching to the handcuffs as he tried to force himself to relax. But Nick didn't give him any adjustment time. His head fell to Zak's shoulder as he pistoned his hips at a punishing speed. Lips returned to the bite mark, licking and reopening the semi-sealed wound.
Zak held on, eyes still clenched closed. "Nick, please, that hurts…" He was surprised when Nick sat up, stopping his motion.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, bending back down and kissing him tenderly. Slowly, his hips began to move again, setting an easy rhythm against Zak's body. Holding himself up on his elbows, Nick stayed faced to face with Zak, lips softly caressing.
Zak whimpered, pulling against his restraints. He wanted, needed, to wrap his arms around Nick. "Please, let me go."
Nick shook his head, never losing his rhythm. "Nope. I told you. You're mine now."
"Possessive," Zak moaned.
Nick bit his captive's bottom lip. Zak tasted the blood in his mouth and silently hoped that Michelle the makeup girl could cover it tomorrow.
Nick grunted, closing his eyes as he picked up speed and intensity. Seconds later, Zak felt the cock inside him pulse as the body above him still.
Slowly, Nick lowered himself down, resting himself on top of Zak's body to regain his composure. Wrapping his fingers around the cock between them, he slowly began to stroke it until the man beneath him was begging for release.
Zak couldn't bear it anymore. He felt like his body had been abused. His arms were sore from being awkwardly restrained; his ass was on fire; his balls were tight and cock throbbing against Nick's palm. A swipe of a thumb over his cock head and Zak's body tensed, sending spurts of hot cum against his stomach.
Gingerly, Nick wiped him off with a tissue, tossing it in the trashcan in the bathroom. "Where are the keys, Zak?"
"Night stand drawer."
His shoulders ached as they were released from their position. Nick flipped Zak over, straddling his lower back, rubbing his hands over the tired muscles, working the kinks out. Zak sighed contentedly as soft kisses were placed down his spine before Nick climbed off and lay down next to him. Turning his head to look at him, Zak winced at the pain caused by the bite marks. "We really need to work on this possessive thing you have."
Nick smiled, his eyes heavy. He wrapped his arms around Zak's naked, sweaty body, pulling him in close.
Feeling Nick's body go limp with sleep behind him, Zak lay awake watching the numbers tick down on the clock in front of him. The words Nick had said earlier and last night ran through his head on a loop. You are mine.