Full Summary: Zak does a lot of round about things to keep Nick and Aaron safe. He takes the front so he's the first thing the ghosts sees. He taunts the hardest so the ghosts concentrate on him. Zak doesn't like it when spirits come out to bully his partners, so he takes it upon himself when they're not seperated. But this time he may of taken it too far and the recent possession just might follow Zak home.
Pairing: Nakron (Nick/Aaron/Zak)
Warning: Self harm, possession, threesome slash

He's blacking in and out up against Aaron. Could hear himself whispering, screaming, he didn't know, as the other man held on tight to his hips Zak could positively feel bruises. Nick's pressed up behind him, talking, but he couldn't understand him at all, the words running together into white noise. Zak can feel Nick carressing his side, trying to bring him back with touch (and it's nearly working, but not quite). He's caging him against Aaron, too, an arm around the bearded man's shoulder, pushing Zak into Aaron's chest until all Zak feels is their three heartbeats, beating out of synch, but definately there.

Nick's laying kisses on what skin he could reach now, along his neck, at the back of his ear. Zak could hear bits and pieces of what he's saying- "You're safe, you're safe..." "We're here, we got you..." "Come back to us..." frantic, an oppisite to how Aaron's trying to calm his breathing while they press their forheads together. He's breathing loudly, trying to get Zak to follow his pattern.

"It's dark..." Zak whimpers, but Nick's telling him the lights are on.

Aaron's hands move from his hips, up his shirt and pet up and down the curve of his back. He's rocking back and forth now, bringing Zak with him, trying to bring the man back, wanting to see recognition flash in his blue eyes. It's times like this he really wished Zak didn't take the front, wished that Zak didn't taunt the damned souls, raising the tension, building energy for the demons to feed off of and use against him. It's times he wished he was closer in the line to Zak, even though he could trust Nick to watch the other man's back. But they never know- not when they can't see the ghosts following every step of the way, wanting to trap their souls and take their bodies. Aaron brings a hand up to cradle Zak's cheek, smoothing a thumb over hard bone, the other man unresponsive- Zak's lost and Aaron cannot see the sanity in his eyes.

He's sure he hears whispering now, but Zak doesn't know if it's his own.

Nick could barely take it. The words running out of his mouth becoming more desperate as Zak drifts further away. In between calling for Zak, please, just please, he's twice damning the ghosts, anger seeping in between his concern. The hand caressing Zak's side under his shirt squeeze into Zak's skin, wanting to turn into a fist, wishing the ghosts were more tangible. Nick is yelling at the ghosts, telling them to come out, come out and let me fight you!but Aaron's telling him to shut up before he gets caught up like the man in their arms too. It cannot be risked, and Nick presses his lips to the back of Zak's neck, his eyebrows furrowed and eye's squeezed shut as he tries to follow the way Zak breathes, as Zak tries to follow Aaron's. It's helping a little, but the calmed breathing with the words coming out of Zak's mouth don't match up and it scares Nick.

"It's cold. Why is it cold?"

"It's not, Zak, come back, we're here."

He's losing control- No, he lost it a long time ago. Zak could feel the demons warring within him, trying to drag him down. The spirits are pulling him away and he doesn't know how to fight it- only holding on to what he knows and that's the two men trying to bring him back from this hell. The cold he feels around him is a direct opposite from the marks being burned into his soul and it makes him feel sick. He's trembling from the pain, from the cold, no, from the painas demons lay curse after curse until he's sure that God can't even save him, until the thought of death loses it's peace.

Give up, Zak hears, it's growling at him, laughing at him, You're weak, you're nothing. They can't save you. They won't save you. They don't need you.

Zak shakes his head, doesn't want to believe it, refuses to believe it as he pushes himself away from Aaron, hearing the man hit the wall and tears himself away from Nick, the other man grabbing at his shirt until Zak smacks his hands away and quiets. He finds a corner and backs himself up against it. He doesn't want to be touched and he could hear Aaron telling Nick to be careful. They've seen Zak like this before and the guilt nearly drowns him as he remembers nearly giving in to the possession and hurting Aaron years ago. He could already imagine Aaron with his arms around the other man, keeping Nick safe from him and fuck...fuck, they don't...

That's right... they don't need you. But we can keep you. We'll always want you.

"Don't let them win, Zak..."

"Come on, fight it. Fight it like we know you can."

Zak tries to hold back a whimper but fails and he could hear scuffling coming from where Nick and Aaron stand. He holds his head in his hands, shoulders bended forward, the weight of the shadows bearing down on him too much for his strong body, for his trained mind. Past the roar in his ears (or head, he's forgotten where the demons lay), Zak could hear his partners calling his name, can hear them come nearer and Zak's afraid of what he might do to them if they step even closer.

"Keep back..." Zak whispers, his eyes wide and Nick and Aaron don't know if he's talking to the ghosts hiding in the shadows or them. "KEEP BACK!" He screams, and Nick winces as the other man slams himself into the wall.

"No, Zak... we're here... we're here," Nick says soothingly, bringing his hands to the front as if calming a caged animal.

Aaron is right besides him and doing the same, the concern written clearly in his expressive face, "We're not leaving you, Zak, stay with us." He braves a hand forward and Zak whines.

Look at them, so afraid of you... the demons says, screams, whispers, sings, kill them! Kill them!

Zak squeezes his eyes shut as their laughter echo in his head, "No..." he whimpers. Kill them!"NO!" Zak struggles as arms wind around him once more.

He's tight up against the wall, Zak doesn't want to be surrounded as voices mesh together and four arms feel like eight tentacles trying to squeeze the breath out of him. He doesn't want them touching him, doesn't want Nick and Aaron touching him while his mind is begging him to kill them, hurt them, destroy them, tear them apart. I'll kill them!

"I'd rather die."

The gravely voice rattle the bones of both Nick and Aaron and they couldn't stop Zak from banging his head hard against the concrete until he passes out from the pain.

Zak hears beeping as he slowly comes into conciousness. Moaning because of the throb in his head, he tries to sit up but hands quickly push him down. Zak shies away, afraid again, but Nick speaks and it's a voice that calms him.

"It's just us, Zak."

He nods, but he refuses to open his eyes. Nick is sitting on the bed with him, a hand resting on his chest. He could feel Aaron too, the other man's presence close and by his shoulder. A hand holds onto his own and he knew who's broad hand that belongs to.

"You okay, bro?" Aaron asks quietly and Zak smiles crookedly as Aaron squeezes his fingers. He doesn't answer, but by the sound of inactivity around him, he guesses they understand that he is fine.

Nick sighs in relief and Aaron lets out a tired laugh. Zak lay there content for the moment, questions forgotten to enjoy the peace. He could see the light behind his eyelids, so bright compared to what he had experience minutes (hours, days, weeks?) before. He was drifting off to sleep again but Nick quickly shakes his shoulder.

"Stay up, the nurse will be here soon."

Zak coughs, his throat itches, "Nurse?"

"We're at the hospital," Nick tries to hide the waver in his voice, but Zak catches it, "You... you gave yourself a concussion."

Zak nods again and remembers, sinking back into the sheets. That's why his head throbs... but it didn't explain why he was attached to a heart monitor. He finally opens his eyes and chuckles lightly at the tired faces of Nick and and Aaron.

"You guys get any sleep at all?" Zak tries to joke, but he slurs and the two don't take it.

"It's been two days, Zak," Aaron says quietly, "They took you in and the next thing we knew we saw you convulsing on the bed from a seizure." Aaron pauses, unsure how to continue, "They kicked us out and we thought you gave yourself brain damage,Zak. We were scared."

"But they told you I didn't, right?" Zak asks slowly and Nick nods. Nick brings a hand up and Zak couldn't stop himself from twitching away as he reaches for his face, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Nick gives him a little smile and puts his hand back on Zak's chest, "Do you remember anything?"

Zak tries to recall the night before and flashes of his torture seemed scarred behind his eyelids. A knock on the door stops him from telling Nick.

He doesn't meet the nurse's eyes as she walks in, but her all business attitude keeps his guard down. The two men let go of him to give the nurse and he some space and Zak panics for a moment until he realizes that they weren't going to leave the room. She asks him questions and Zak answers them as clearly as he can, wanting to get out of the building as soon as possible and back into the hotel room so he can hide between Nick and Aaron. She leaves content, a vail of Zak's blood in one hand and her clipboard carrying a positive diagnosis for the doctor in charge in the other. Zak can't help but feel that her presence wasn't the only one that came to visit and he was certain it hasn't left.

Aaron walks over and sits in the chair by Zak's bed, quickly entwining their fingers, "You seemed out of it, dude. What's wrong?"

Zak sighs and Nick sits in his previous position on the bed. Zak manages to not move away this time when Nick cards a hand through his productless hair.

"I want to get out of here."

"Don't worry. If we have to, Aaron and I will smuggle you out."

The car ride is uneventful with Nick at the wheel and Aaron in the back with Zak. Nick had turned on the radio and Aaron has his camera out again, the both of them lip synching horribly to a song they didn't even know. Zak stares out the window, quiet, and the other two didn't bother him.

He can't help but feel watched, so distracted was he Zak couldn't even focus on the scenery passing him by. He feels a presence following him and he's certain he could dicern it from the other spirits that like to tag along. He shifts in his seat and pulls Aaron's jacket over chin. This spirit, this new entity feels stronger than anything he's felt before. It wasn't smothering him like the others try to do when they can during his lonely nights, but Zak could feel it watching him, waiting silently, possibly plotting.

"You cold, bro?"

Zak turns his head and squints over Aaron's jacket as the other man faces the camera at him. He folds his arms under the jacket, his skin feels cold even to himself and Zak rolls his eyes before saying, "Knock it off, dude," with a tired smile.

"Hey, just askin'," Aaron responds tightly, playfully, though as he he shifts his eyes between the camera and Zak. He grabs Nick's jacket hanging over the passenger's seat and puts it over the silent man, his hand pushing the cloth between Zak's back and the car seat so the jackets don't fall, "Maybe he'll turn into a butterfly... till then, we're out!"

Zak chuckles and Aaron shuts off the camera, just catching the end of the other man's laughter. "How long's the ride, Nick?"

Zak looks up at the rearview mirror and catches Nick's eyes before the other man sets his gaze on Aaron, "Not too long now. You two okay back there?"

"Yeah. Turn up the heater, will you?"

Nick does and Aaron unbuckles himself from the seat, scooting over to sit in the middle. Nick tells him he's too tall to be sitting there, but the other man playfully throws a raspberry at him and pulls Zak against his chest, "We'll wake you when we get there."

Zak shuts his eyes, the lingering presence forgotten for the moment.