Camera Doesn't Lie. (boyxboy)

Chapter VII.

"YOU'RE A REAL BASTARD, YOU KNOW THAT!" Trent shouted, flailing his legs. His wrists were secured by what appeared to be fishing wire to the bedpost of the Halloween Room.

Boomer was smiling pleasantly as he sat at the end watching his ex-lover with his legs crossed.

"I thought I could be patient and wait for you to come to me, but it seems I'm not as adept to it as Ryan is, so I've decided to come to you instead."

"Oh, you mean chloroforming me and tying me to the bed!" Trent said, tugging his secured arms.

"Of course," the former photographer said, smiling. "If I didn't take such precautions…"

Boomer leaned forward onto his hands and made his way to the captive blonde.

"…you would have run away again, isn't that right… Trent?"

The model growled and kicked out, aiming for Boomer’s face. However, the former photographer easily blocked it and moved closer. The Boomer straddled Trent's waist. He stroked the other's cheek.

"May I ask you something?"

"Why bother? You've done everything else without my permission," the blonde retorted.

"What do you think of me?"

Trent snorted. "I think you're curly-haired, inconsiderate, psychopathic jackass who has a serious, problematic obsession with his sword."

Boomer did something that Trent—who, not in a million, billion years—could expect: he laughed.

The former photographer threw his head back and laughed.

The blonde stared at him, wide eyed and mouth slightly open in complete shock. Boomer placed his hands on both sides of Trent's cheeks.

"I've missed you," he said, and he pressed their mouths together into a heated kiss. The former model made a small noise of protest and twisted his body to try to break free, but Boomer held him still.

"Have you missed me too, Trent?" He asked.

"No," Trent said blatantly.

Boomer grinned. "You're not being honest, Trent."

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Since the afternoon was free, Nick and Nathan decided to go and explore Zane’s mansion. There was a gross amount of rooms with unique themes. There was an Earth, Water and Air Room (which, grouped with Zane’s Fire Room, made up the four elements), the Music room which was adorned with musical instruments they could and could not recognize, a room that was covered from the floor to the ceiling in denim, a Toy Room which occupied them for a good few hours, and the Torture Room with a variety of torture devices (Nick and Nathan didn't stay in that room for long.)

Then finally they came to a large room with padded walls, yoga mats, punching bags, weights, weight lifting equipment and even a boxing ring.

"Wow!" Nick said, looking around.

"I see you've found my gym," said a voice behind them. They turned. Zane was standing there, dressed in his usual attire of PJs.

"I've just had that ring over there put in," the photographer said.

"You wrestle, Zane?" Nick asked.

"Nah, kick box," Zane jabbed a thumb to his chest. "Keeps me sexy."

Nick stifled a laugh while Roxas forced himself to not smile.

"Roxas kick boxes too, right Nathan?" Nick nudged his brother in the ribs with his elbow.