Life of an American immigranted prostitute

(This is my first real published story so please go easy on me, it took me a long time to do this. There will be more to the story as time goes on.)
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"I never was the good little boy my parents wanted me to be, so when they kicked me out and left me to the streets, I wasn't surprised. I spent days on end without food, water or even a place to sleep before Darius found me." He muttered quietly to demetri who in turn listened to the saddening tale of how his lover came to be.
"You never said anything..?"
" of course I did, do you think that got me.." he was cut off as demetri planted his soft pinked lips against Lucius. He backed away, realizing what he'd done but Lucius craved more; he'd never felt something so pure as a kiss like that. Lucius pulled him in and returned the kiss only more roughly than he would've expected. Is this it? Is this what he could've been needing this whole time?

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"It's ok, it's ok. It'll be alright I promise" whispered a now more than awake Demetri to Lucius who in turn had been screaming all night, yet again. Once Lucius finally calmed down, he pressed his tear stained face against Demetri's chest and begged for forgiveness through muffled sobs.
"Honey pot, there's no reason to say you're sorry. It's ok, this is what I'm here for...." Demetri lifted Lucius in his arms and held the crying teen to his chest, trying to lull him back to sleep with the sweet humming sound he used on Lucius those few years ago when the nightmares started.
" I'm s-sorry this keeps h-happening....it's all my f-fault" he sniffles. Demetri smiles and placed kisses along Lucius naked shoulder and laughed.
"I still love you all the same. Keep me awake for all I care, it won't stop me from loving and taking care of you. The nightmares will go away eventually, and when they do... we'll celebrate."