Love. (Boy X Boy)

Quick note. This story is mature. And gay. There will be dirty words and graphic scenes, both sexual and violent. Read if you want.
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Abused. Broken. Ruined. A boy you'd think would be weak. Strength is not always physical.
Demitri Louis Scott. A small 17 year old boy in the small town of Andrade.
Born with no features alike to anyone in his town, he is outcasted. Abused daily. And not a single person cares.
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Worshiped. Loved. Perfect. A man who was born into the life that only peasents of Andrade could imagine.
Vincent Andrade Valentine. A rather large 20 year old man in the small town of Andrade.
Born into the life of privilege, he is loved. Worshipped daily. Not a single person questioning.
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"A boy?" He mumbled, circling my small frame. I was shaking more than I ever had.

He stopped in front of me, and I instantly looked down. Ashamed. For what reason? I don't know.

He grabbed my jaw, his fingers rough against my soft skin.
"What's your name?" He asked, making me look into his eyes. My body trembled at the softness in his voice, something I had never heard before.

"Demitri S-Sir." I replied. He smiled, and instantly I knew. He was gonna be the person who saved me. Or the only one who could ruin me beyond repair.