Title: Delirium
Chapter: 11. The Noises He Makes in their Bed
Pairings: (Yaoi/SLASH) Nick/Zak, Aaron/Zak, future Nick/Aaron/Zak
Summary: Nick decides to leave Vegas for his family, hurting Zak. What he doesn't know is that it had the other man running into Aaron's arms even though they weren't to drop their current relationship. But Zak needs to have someone near, and Aaron understands him just as well as Nick does.
Genre: Angst, drama, romance
Rating: Mature (X)

To Nakpin and anniex, I'm sorry this isn't the happy incubus chapter or christmas fic you were looking for! ^^; I'm actually writing incubus chapter 4 right now, so I might have that up soon. I hope if you read this you won't be too down!
To Purple-Soda-Art, how can i NOT have these boys together lol I can't break them apart either, but they will surely be tried T^T

Nick didn't know where else to go. He dropped off his things in his new room, but he simply couldn't stay within its off-white walls and listen to nothing. His thoughts were going a mile a minute in his head, repeating over and over again that he fucked up. Things could get really bad, he knew what power Veronique had over him with the information she knew. She could take the world right from under his feet, and it would be so fast he wouldn't even get a grip on it.

So he went looking for Zak. He flipped his phone in his hand, tempted to dial the man, but hell, he'd rather be at his door and not be received than to try and call him and not be heard. It wasn't that far now, the suite was simply a few levels up. He tapped his foot impatiently in the elevator, hoping, even though unlikely, that he wouldn't see his wife on the way.

He counted each door coming to the suite Aaron and Zak was staying in, knocking briskly once he was sure. He chewed onto his lip and cracked the knuckles in his fingers, his nerves getting the best of him. Nick nearly sighed in relief when the door opened and familiar, concerned blue eyes looked at him.

"What's up, Nick?"

"I did it." Nick said in a rush. He looked away, eyes blinking rapidly as disbelief colored his voice, "I... I ended it, I... Roni is..." He started to feel overwhelmed and he choked on his sentence as things started to process. He felt like he wanted to fall when Zak placed a hand on his arm and pulled him into the room. "She's going home and I chose..."

"You chose? Chose what?" Zak said confusedly, stopping him in the hallway. Nick wasn't looking at him, so he gave him a gentle shake to have him focus. "What happened with Roni?"

"She knew about us, Zak," Nick mumbled and Zak felt like the color drained from his skin. "And it went so fast..."

Zak's eyes widened, his grip on him softening, "You chose me?" His voice raised, "Over your wife? Are you stupid? Oh my god..." Zak pulled him in deeper and practically shoved the younger man onto the couch. He felt a lightness in his chest, a happiness that he was feeling guilty about. Nick looked up at him, brown eyes shining with hurt and Zak shook his head, "Nick, what were you thinking?"

"God, I don't know..." Nick muttered and leaned back. "She just started, you know? Threats, Zak. I couldn't take it. She's talking to someone. About us. She's gonna take Annabelle."

"Goddamit, Nick." Zak murmured and took a seat next to him heavily. Hooking an arm around Nick's neck, he pulled him in and rubbed his back, letting his head rest on his shoulder. He pressed his lips against Nick's hairline, sighing deeply and being the calm one for the both of them. He wasn't exactly expecting this for a visit, but it was something that had been waiting to happen. "You'll be okay."

Nick released a bitter laugh and pulled away. "I don't think so, man. I have no idea what the fuck I just did." He paused when he heard a quiet, sleepy groan from the other room, realizing immediately who it was. "I should probably go. He might be having nightmares."

The dry grin wasn't missed. Zak looked at the direction of the room Aaron was sleeping in until the sounds from inside subsided. "Aaron's fine. Come on, you can stay in my room..." Zak frowned at the shake of Nick's head.

"No. I really should go, I mean..." Nick got up and e made his way to the door. "Gotta get into that headspace, you know? We're investigating tomorrow night."

Zak gave him a hard look and slowly nodded. "Come back for bed, then. Do your thing, but come back."

"Fine." Nick gave him a small, crooked grin, picking up the card key Zak held out for him before leaving the room.

Once the door had shut on the other man, Zak sighed and the thump of his body slumping against the wall resonated off his back. He felt he should follow the man, make sure he was okay, but he doubt Nick would want the company right now. The younger man needed to think, and Zak couldn't let his bias get the best of him.

He sat back down and tried to reorganize his thoughts, but it just wasn't working. He needed a distraction, so when he heard the shifting again another hour later, he went into Aaron's room, smiling softly to himself at the half awake figure sitting up in the bed as he silently closed the door behind him. "You okay?" Zak asked quietly and took a seat on the bed. He reached up to lightly tug on Aaron's beard, amused by the drowsy stare.

"Yeah." Aaron grunted and batted Zak's hand away before rubbing at his sleep tired eyes. The nap didn't look like it helped any. "I think I... did I just hear Nick outside?"

"He was just here."

"What for?"

"He's..." Zak started as words started to jumble in his head. It wasn't really his place to say, "He'll tell you, if he needs to." Licking his lips, he said, "He'll be sleeping in the other room."

Aaron humphed and Zak snickered at the look of jealousy flashing across his face.

"Don't worry. I'll be right here."

"You don't have to be." Aaron grumbled and laid down on his back. "He's gotta be going through something if he's sleeping here rather than in his hotel room with his wife."

"Don't be like that..."

"Don't be like what? Obviously you're going to go to your room to comfort him-"

Zak rolled his eyes and spread himself out ontop of the other male. Aaron had no choice but to look at him and Zak leaned up to press his mouth against the older man's pout. "Maybe. Maybe later. But you got me for now."

Aaron snorted and reached up to thread his hands into Zak's productless hair, "Those promises might work on you..."

"That was low."

"... but I guess I do, don't I?" Aaron rolled them over easily and he sat up in Zak's lap to pull the shirt off Zak's body. "I could leave a few reminders of my own." He grumbled to himself.

"Not stopping you." Zak murmured and reached up to dig his own hands underneath the waistband of Aaron's pants. He felt the weight of his dick in his palm and he smiled at the deep groan he received as he lightly squeezed.

"Fuck. Wait." Aaron panted and had to literally pull Zak's hand out of his pants. He nearly laughed at the whine, but he needed to get the lube. He didn't assume he had much time. "Get naked and we could get started."

"You're getting the- are you serious right now." Zak continued to whine, but he did crawl out of the rest of his clothes and flopped back onto his back. While Aaron was busy finding that evasive tube when lotion was just fine and sitting right there, Zak just started running his own hands along his body. He was already hard anyway, but it felt good to have his own hand run down his chest and stomach and to finally encircle his cock. He groaned in that tempting way, propped his legs up and presented, just enough to tease Aaron back into bed.

Aaron looked over his shoulder at the sound and nearly answered that groan. "G, you know that won't work..." It wasn't in the duffle, so he went for Zak's suitcase.

"Fine with me." Zak practically sang and Aaron had to take a look again at the hitch of his breath. Zak was lightly rubbing at his pucker with a finger and the older man nearly lost it. He made a triumphant noise once his hand wrapped around the familiar tube and rushed back, not even embarrassed at Zak's amused laugh.

Aaron leaned over him and kissed him, put his all into it that Zak felt his heart swelling as well as sent him down in a spiral of guilt. He reached for Aaron's hips and pulled his pants down, whimpering at the feel of his hot length finally pressing against his thigh. He got an awkward grip on him, but it was enough for Aaron to push his hips forward as he lightly pumped him and spread the dribble of precum along his girth.

The older man kissed along his jaw and down his neck, pressed his body tightly against Zak's until he had no choice but to let go and let Aaron grind their cocks between their moving hips. He moaned at the feel of teeth along his neck, and panted as he felt the gentle sucks that would probably leave hickies in their wake. Aaron eventually sat up to look at him, and Zak bit back a smile at the proud little smirk on Aaron's mouth for his work on Zak's body. He finally opened the tube and Zak's breath caught in anticipation.

"Want you." Zak murmured as Aaron's slicked fingers reached between his legs and push beneath his balls, finding the little hole. Zak's eyes fluttered and he gasped as it slid in easily, in and out, and deep.

"When?" Aaron asked, breath just as heavy.

"All the time." Zak answered. Aaron simply took it as truth and slipped in a second. "God, yeah. Open me up- wanna feel you." He gasped when Aaron scissored his fingers and a third curiously felt against his hole, working him open so slowly.

Zak reached down, fisting his cock as he rode Aaron's fingers. He threw his head back, moaning deeply when the digits brushed against his prostate. "Fuck, Aaron-" Zak gasped, writhing as Aaron leaned over him and mouthed around his peck before finding a nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Zak whined, fist tight around his cock, as the fingers within him slipped in and out with ease. He came with a gasp, hot cum shooting across his abs, tender hole spasming around Aaron's fingers. He shoved at Aaron when he could, panting, "Why'd you do that?"

"Been wanting to do that for a while." Aaron grinned and stopping him mid sentence with the exit of his fingers and the prodding of his dick against the gaping entrance. Aaron groaned as he slowly impaled the other man on his shaft, watching as each inch entered the welcoming heat, before laying on top of him. Zak sighed at feeling him bottom out, and he reached down, grabbing handfuls of Aaron's ass and ground his half-hard cock against the flat stomach above him. "Had to take care of you first."

Zak groaned and dropped his head, smiling up at the man, "Well, you're not done yet."

It didn't take too long for Nick to find the bar, and though he never thought a bad day should be spent in a bar, today was his exception. He didn't want to think the way he did, and he didn't want to face that he might of just lost everything that mattered to him with the act of one wrong decision.

He believed that earned him a drink, or two.

The reaction he got from Zak wasn't exactly positive. Nick had assumed smiles, maybe Zak even taking him into his arms and telling him that he had wanted Nick to make this choice for years. Maybe it was a dream that made Nick think that would happen. Maybe he had dreamed that Zak had wanted him all to himself.

Because what he got just then- it wasn't what he wanted at all, and definitely not what he needed to hear. Nick curled in even more on himself perched over the bar. The burn of scotch made his mouth feel pretty numb. Well, it definitely felt like the rest of him. His mind was heading that way too.

Completely smashed or sober, it was pretty clear that Zak thought he made the dumbest decision of his life. Zak obviously thought Nick belonged with Veronique, why else would he of reacted the way he did? Zak wanted him to reverse it, but Nick couldn't. He couldn't even pretend to be in love with Veronique as he used to. It just wasn't in him any more.

He drowned another glass. His vision was getting blurry, but it didn't stop him from maybe just one more, even if it was a lighter drink. Just one more before he heads up.

Nick almost didn't want to. He admitted to fearing that when he opens the door, Zak would not be there waiting for him. Aaron was now wedged in between them and Nick didn't know how to move around him to reach Zak. He was torn between tearing them apart or leaving them be. He shook his head.

Zak was his first, he knew what's best.

Nick knocked the glass back and paid his tab, waving off the suggestion for assistance up to his room. He kept his head down and kept his pace steady, thinking twice before pressing the number in the elevator. It felt like the ground moved from under him for a second when it came to a stop, but it put him into motion.

He unlocked the door, and as expected saw no one waiting for him. His heart sank. When he heard movement and a quiet whimper coming from the other bedroom, his feet seemed to move on its own, as if to prove it to himself of something.

Biting his lip, his hand shook a bit as he reached for the knob and slowly turned. He expected as much once the door opened and he numbed himself to the sight of Aaron and Zak's moving bodies, slow, like they had all the time in the world. Nick cleared his throat to signal his presence.

Aaron paused and it looked like he was about to scramble off of Zak, if only those strong arms didn't keep him down against the other male. Zak pushed himself up, whispered his name in disbelief. He looked like he didn't know what to do, so Nick waved his hand dismissively and sat down in the nearest chair, dropping down heavily with the weight of alcohol clouding his sanity. Nick didn't know what to say, or what to do- didn't want to believe what was in front of him was real, but he could make with this.

"Just- keep going. Aaron, don't stop moving."

"No. Nick, we should-"

"It's okay. Its alright. Just, make him feel good, yeah? Move... that's good." The youngest of the trio grinned crookedly at the shaky breath Zak released at Aaron sliding back into him. Zak was afraid to make a noise at all. "Not enough. Harder. Mm... Make him feel it."

He wasn't there enough to feel anything. Nick sagged into the seat, dark eyes baring into them, watching, making sure it was right. Zak started to relax and slowly get into it, moaning quietly and letting his head fall against the pillows as the thick shaft moved against his prostate, listening to Nick's quiet, murmuring, encouragements.

"Good... like that. Touch him, Aaron. Make him cum first- he'd love to watch you when he's done." The dark whisper made Aaron grunt and moan, hips shoving forward a little harder. It pulled a whimper out of Zak and Nick continued, "Do it. He's so hard for you. Let him cum." When Nick had thought he'd do anything to see Zak overcome with pleasure, he had meant it. His hands itched to reach, but he wouldn't try to put himself between them now. He chewed his lip, fingers picking at the lose thread in the armrest of his chair, and held his breath as Aaron reached between them and grasped the swollen flesh, stroking- one, two. Zak came with a gasp and Nick nearly smiled at the broken off sound of his name. His own name fell from his lips right after.

Aaron joined him, hiding a moan into the dark haired man's shoulder, pumping his hips against Zak and pulling these delicious little sounds that Zak only releases once he's spent and filled. The headrush of watching Zak come unwound cleared his head some and he knew he should really leave-

"Stay." Zak rasped towards Nick and sat up when Aaron crawled off of him and slid into his pants. With a murmur, Aaron disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door, turning on the lights, and soon they could hear the sound of running water.

"He'll be good to you." Nick said and he tried to hide his bitterness. He came to sit besides Zak, as close as he dared. This was who he gave up everything for, and really, he would do it again. He pushed back the errand strands of hair that fell over Zak's forehead, looking over the satisfied body and into the concerned face of his- what? He shook his head, "I'll be in the other room."

"Goddamnit, Nick. Stop this. I said stay. I can't believe you-" Zak sighed and dropped his head, "Saw what you needed to see?"

"That and everything." Nick laughed humorlessly and brought his hands back to himself.

Zak looked up at him and grabbed his arm, pulling him down. "Why do you do this to yourself. You're worse than I am." He grumbled this and Nick gave a watery smile. Nick kicked off his shoes and fell in next to Zak, curling his body against the strong frame and released a shaky sob of a breath. Zak could smell the alcohol off of him and the few minutes Aaron gave to them allowed Nick to fall into a fitful, much too deep sleep.

Aaron came out of the bathroom with a wash cloth and he stopped at the door when he noticed Nick still there. The older man tried to crack a smile as he came forward and dropped the cloth into Zak's open hand.

"Should I take your room?"

"It's alright, just lay down. We're gonna... we'll pull through." He sighed as Aaron took up his other side, was almost surprised the three of them could fit on the king sized bed. But with Nick curled up against his chest, and Aaron draped along his back, it wasn't quite the right fit, but they'll make it through the night.