Zak kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to know what was going on around him. Right now, he had Nick in his arms. Warm, loving Nick. He wanted to pretend that this was the same person from two weeks ago; that magic man who's laughter held music notes, but now his touches brought pain.
Zak opened his eyes to see the fear in Aaron's face. Nick's left arm came back around his body. Zak could feel the knife blade against his the bare skin of back. This was it. He sighed, laying his forehead against Nick's shoulder again. Slowly, he breathed in his scent. Regardless of whatever was living inside him, he still smelled like Nick. Zak raised his head, resting cheek to cheek, lips inches from Nick's ear. "Put the knife away and let's go to bed," he whispered.
He could feel Nick smile as he released him, watching Zak walk over to the bed. "Take off your pants," Nick said before Zak could climb on the bed.
Silently, he obeyed. Naked, he climbed on the bed, resting against the pillows. Aaron watched as Zak submitted to Nick's will, the bruises standing out so prominently on his skin. Nick shrugged his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, knife still in his hand. With a short glance at Aaron, he climbed on the bed, straddling Zak's body.
Aaron's heart broke at Zak's obedience as Nick traced his sternum with the knife. Small droplets of blood appeared as the knife slid by. "You know, I was really hoping I would get to cut you out of your shirt with this," Nick smiled fiendishly. He traced the blade down to his navel. "Such a shame you had already started the party before I got here." His hand pressed against Zak's sternum, bringing back blood as he picked it up. "Aaron, bring me those handcuffs."
"No."
Nick slid the knife across Zak's stomach, leaving a small line of red as he went. "Bring me the handcuffs," he repeated.
Aaron reluctantly obeyed, not wanting him to hurt Zak anymore than he already had. As he approached the bed, the wounds seemed superficial enough. Zak hadn't winced or shown any emotion as the knife pierced his skin, so it must not have hurt that bad, he hoped.
"Give me your hands," Nick said to Zak, his voice quiet and controlled. He silently obeyed, eyes never leaving the dark browns, face never showing any emotion. It was as though he had steeled himself off. Nick smiled as the cuffs locked securely in place. "Hands over your head." Again, Zak obeyed silently.
Bending down, Nick kissed him and Aaron would swear he heard him purr. "Mine," he whispered, before dipping his head down, licking at the wounds on his captive's chest.
Zak breathed in deep as he felt the tongue against his skin.
A quick glance to Aaron, and he was in motion. Zak's hands flipped down, rolling them over, flipping the knife out of his hand and onto the floor. He used his body mass to trap Nick beneath him, the chain of the handcuffs against his throat. In seconds, Aaron was on him too. Nick's hands clawed at their faces, his own red from lack of oxygen. He attempted to push against Zak's shoulders and buck him and Aaron off his body, but he was quickly losing energy. "Grab his hands!" grunted Zak.
Aaron grabbed both of Nick's wrists, attempting to bodily hold him into place as Zak dove for the key to the handcuffs in the nightstand. Less than a minute later, the cuffs had a new owner. Nick growled at them as they fastened the cuff chain to the handcuffs that were already around the bedframe, effectively locking him into place.
With Nick secure, Aaron pulled Zak off the bed and out of Nick's potential reach. He ran his fingers over the dried blood on his chest, inspecting the wounds. Zak smiled, looking down at himself, running his hands over his chest, "I'm ok. The blade was sharp enough I didn't really feel it." Grabbing his boxers and pants, Zak reclothed himself, the sexual desire completely gone from his body and taken over by the adrenaline rush of capturing Nick.
Words that neither man understood were coming out of their captive's mouth as he writhed against the bedsheets, attempting to free himself from the cuffs. Going over to the closet, Aaron pulled out their box. "You ready?"
Zak looked at Nick on the bed. His body was still writhing, wrists bloody from his escape efforts. This was not his best friend. This could not be his best friend. "Yes."
Aaron pulled out the cross and the bible and began to recite the initial prayers, asking God to overlook their ceremony and to protect the soul of their friend as they tried to release the demon. He prayed for God to protect their own souls as well so the demon would not try to enter one of them once it was loose. As the prayers were recited, the writhing body on the bed stilled. His wrists were dripping blood, chest heaving with his efforts.
Zak brought out the holy water, first blessing Aaron, then himself. Walking over to the bed, he whispered softly, "Nick, you have no idea how much you mean to me. Please come back." He flung holy water against the bare skin of Nick's chest. He screamed as the water landed on his skin, his body arching off the bed.
Zak sunk to his knees as Nick's screams filled the room. Emotion overtook him as his suspicions of possession were confirmed. How could he have let this go on for so long?
Aaron began calling the demon out as Zak sat beside the bed, asking it to name itself. Again, words and voices that were unrecognizable were coming from Nick's lips. Zak stood, grabbing the rosary from the box. He held it over Nick's body, along with the holy water. "Who are you?" he commanded.
Nick smiled. "I am your master and you are mine."
Zak poured the holy water over his chest, laying the rosary against his skin. The demon in Nick screamed in pain, trying to move his body away from the source of it. Zak asked again, louder this time, his hands still repositioned with the rosary and water above him. "Who are you?"
Nick's chest heaved. No marks appeared on his skin, though it seemed to burn into his soul, but this time his lips stayed silent. Aaron held the cross out in front of him, bible in the other hand. "Dude, I'm not sure if an exorcism works on an incubus or succubus." Nick looked at him as he talked, smiling ridiculously. With the mention of the incubus, his laughter filled the air.
Rage burned deep in Zak's chest. "Nick! I know you're in there. You have to fight for yourself!" he shouted. Dousing the rosary beads in the holy water, Zak threw them on Nick's naked chest. Words that Zak was sure were curses escaped as the body writhed on the bed, throwing the beads off, the cut marks getting deeper and deeper into his wrists. Aaron approached the bed on the other side. He laid the cross down against Nick's sternum, resting a knee on the bed for leverage, he pressed the bible against it, holding it there. Aaron closed his eyes and prayed for his friend.