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Part One

Looking back on the choice to get out of the house and do a photo shoot, Alice was pleased with herself. It wasn’t every day she got to use her photography skills for something other than shooting live performances of Bring Me the Horizon. Working with this new band would give her the new experiences and she couldn’t wait to get out and to the studio. On their off day, the Motionless in White boys requested that she take some promotional shots, and she quickly jumped at the opportunity.

Part Two

Equipment set up, lights flicked on in the small photography studio she’d rented for the day. She normally shot out of her home, but she wanted the experience of working in a professional environment. A smile overtook her face as she checked her aperture settings, used a light meter to test the rooms lighting, and took a few self-portraits to make sure her camera was in working condition. Sitting at the front desk, she sighed and waited for her clients to walk in, fashionably late in their goth garb, their makeup pre-done for the shooting. “Welcome,” she said with a smile to the first one who approached her, the man introducing himself as Ricky.

Part Three

Snap, snap, snap, of the camera and she was well on her way to finishing the shoot. “Just a few more...” she said, her accent thick and she mumbled. Squinting her eye, she looked through the lens of the camera, getting a close up of all the members individually. “Thanks boys, I’ll have these ready in a few days, but if you want to look at them on my computer, I can go ahead and show ya,” she smiled and tossed her white hair over her shoulder, sitting at the front desk to turn on the Mac sitting at the front. With that on she started to upload photos, clicking them open and scrolling through, the men all crowding around her to see the shots they liked, the ones they didn’t, and the ones that made them look tougher than usual.

Part Four

The first boy she met stuck around behind as the others went off to get lunch, his long, dark hair almost matching hers in length. She smiled at him, shutting off the light fixtures and packing up her lenses and camera body. “Anything else I can do for you, Ricky?” she asked crouching over her camera bag as she packed her supplies. “Think I could take a few more photos of you?” she asked, blushing that she had been so forward. “I was hoping you’d ask,” he stated with a devilish grin, lending a hand to help her back onto her feet. She twisted on her heels and frolicked back to turn on the lights. “This one can be for free,” she winked biting her lip ring with a twisted grin.

Part Five

Stripping his clothes one by one, the photos got more and more risqué, his toned and thin body glowing in the bright lights of the studio. “I know this might be a little odd,” she stated as she positioned his body with one hand behind his head, one hip slightly cocked to accentuate his figure, “but would you like to come back to my flat? I have a mini-studio in there we can work with…” Ricky, without a word slipped back into his pants and his shirt, looking at her with a cocky smile upon his tender lips. “What are we waiting for?”

Part Six

“No no, sort of like this,” Alice instructed, her hands moving to run through her hair as she fixed his position. “You look just like a male model dressed like this,” she said, biting her lip as her eyes traveled over the distance of his torso, down past his hips. His boxers clung to his frame lightly, the black paint he had over his arms chipping a bit. In her opinion it made him look more rugged. “There,” she said, finally satisfied with his stance, taking a few shots of his bare body. She showed him the shots off her camera before he pushed the camera aside, pulling her in close to his body. Hands on her hips, Ricky made her face him, a finger tipping up her chin to lock eyes. “I’d rather use you as my subject,” he stated, his voice a low drawl, American accent making her melt. “Would you?” she asked, her lips ghosting over his, her lip ring dragging over the pink flesh of his pout. With a nod, he picked the camera back up and pulled back, peeling his body away from hers to look through the eye piece. “Just like that,” he said as she posed, her body making an ‘s’ shape, hips out and shoulders cocked, hair pulled over to one side of her body.

Part Seven

Damon sighed as he unfolded himself from his spot on the couch when Vincent had texted him. He headed over to the door, slipping out and down to the complex's parking lot to greet the other male, knocking on his car's window before sticking his hands in his pockets.

This was it, the day he'd been waiting for. No longer any restrictions, no more rivalries against one another. They could be free from this moment on. Settling a large grin on his full pale lips, he tapped his foot eagerly before Damon reached the door. He gave the deaf boy a smile and a hug as the door opened, slinking in through the door before someone could see them together. He waved, kissing the boy on the cheek.

Damon couldn't contain his excitement with Vincent's greeting, and he grinned at the feeling of the male's lips on him. "Come inside for a minute," he said, tugging at the other's hand.

The other mumbled words, his voice like melted caramel. Vince closed his eyes against the soft sound. "I'd love to," he said, taking Damon's hand as he was lead a little deeper into the abode. "How are you today, my love?" he asked, sitting on the couch, taking off his boots to kick his feet up on the coffee table in the front room. Leaning back against the sofa, he fixed the collar of his jean jacket, making sure his hair was still in place.

Damon smiled softly as Vince followed him in, and he plopped down next to him, immediately wrapping his arms around his waist to kiss his lips. He had to watch Vince's lips intently to make sure he could read what was being said, and he sighed a little against the male in answer. "I'm better than last night. Even more so now that you're here." He answered, melting against the other's torso.

 Assuming his position, he cradled the other in his arms, one reaching down to his stomach, tugging his hip to pull Damon in closer, the other around the lads shoulders. "I'm glad," he tried say as he looked down at Damon, making sure the male's eyes were watching the movements of his lips. "I need to teach you sign on the road to forever." He'd been calling their little running spree 'the road to forever,' intending with everything in him that they would be together, free, for the rest of their days. "I won't be leaving anymore. Not without you by my side. No one to stop us, no one to tell the other what to do. I can't think of a better way to live my life out rather than by your side."

"I think that's something we both needa learn," the younger male chuckled before pressing another kiss to Vince's lips. He just couldn't help himself. The idea of their future was a hopeful one, and he was excited. "I can't wait. No more sneaking around. No more of this late night bullshit. I'll get to fall asleep and wake up next to you every day, and I don't think I could ask for anything better. Ever."

 The sweet talking was really giving the man an ego boost, but he blushed it away, not worrying about how queer he would look with the light shade of red to his cheeks. He laughed lightly, kissing the other while he snickered, making sure the boy felt his joy. "No more of this stupid bullshit. We've got this. I can't wait to get on our way, but I'm going to miss this place. We have so many fine memories, even here on the sofa." He winked and kissed the other's forehead to show he was joking about sex being his number one memory.

Damon nodded slowly, sitting up slightly to look the other in the eyes. The excitement from the other only fueled his own, and when Vince kissed his forehead, Damon allowed his eyes to slip shut. "We'll have another place and a new couch to make memories in soon enough, asshole."

 Vince laughed, his smile crinkling at the corners of his eyes. "Watch your mouth, you little fucker. Remember I'm good with a gun," he said with a light nudge of his shoulder. "I'll go wherever you want; we could go to Jamaica and I wouldn't care. Just as long as there is a couch," he said, holding up a finger to make his argument have more validity. Speaking no more as the other man closed his own hues, sighing in contentment.

That grin was what made everything worth it. Damon was lost at the sight of the other's smile, but he quickly regained himself. "Let's be real here, Vinnie," Damon smirked. "You know I'm better." Following another kiss, he chuckled. "There will be a couch. Our couch, in our home."