Even now as Mark lay before him, handcuffed and on his knees, Roger could never shake the feeling that they were being watched. Peering over his shoulder, he saw only Marks' abandoned camera, clothing and the closed door to his own room.
"Please..." moaned Mark, "Roger please..."
Turning his attention back to his begging lover, Roger tried to dismiss the notions but even after everything was said and done and Roger lay on the edge of sleep with Mark in his arms, he still had the feeling.
It was only after he was sure Roger was sleeping did Mark slip away from the bed. He moved towards the camera, picking up the precious instrument and switching it off, before crawling back into bed.