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Lavi knew this shouldn't be happening. Out of all people he shouldn't be falling for a prostitute. A male one too at that. But it was so hard to break away for his heart was already enraptured by those flickering silver eyes, those rose petal lips, the sheer snow white of his hair the curve of his back-everything. Perhaps this was just lust. Yeah. Just lust.

Allen's eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, but immediately becoming the size of dinner plates at the fact that someone was kissing him in the darkness.

"Mmmmppph!!" he yelped into Lavi's mouth, his thin fingers gripping Lavi's forearms in panic.

Lavi broke away hurriedly all the two could do was stare awkwardly into each other's eyes in the small orange light coming from outside the slightly open door of Allen's hotel room.

"L-L…Lavi?" Allen whispered, his voice trembling and wavering slightly.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"Mmh..just a little." Allen sheepishly admitted. There was no point in defending
himself when it was so blatantly obvious he was scared out of his mind.

"I'm sorry…uh, you see I was reaching over to grab something.." Lavi began pathetically, smiling a bit which automatically gave away that it was no accident.

"Why?" Allen asked simply in a small voice.

Lavi sighed and ran a hand through his brilliant red hair. He honestly didn't know
himself. It was more of an impulse…

"Ahh…well." Lavi tried frantically to center his thoughts. He was the older one damn it! He should have faster reflexes than this.

Allen's heart fluttered. Did he do it on purpose? Does he like me? As in like me like me?

"Ahaha well. I guess I just felt like it hm?" Lavi half admitted with a smile.

Allen's eyes grew slightly in size. What did this mean? If it wasn't an accident…Lavi meant to do it right?

"Oh come now Allen, it's not like we've never kissed before." Lavi chided nervously. After all, Lavi had been a client of Allen's over 3 times.

Allen could feel his heart crack a bit. So that was it…he just "felt like it". The white haired boy tried to hide his disappointment by quickly changing the subject.

"Oh my gosh! It's already past 7! I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened, I just laid down and rested my eyes and I guess I just ended up drifting off…" Allen began to ramble on and on about what could've possible happened before he fell asleep earlier that day.

Lavi couldn't help but smile, he loved it when Allen got nervous; his cheeks would turn the slightest shade of red, his eyes would divert anywhere it wouldn't make eye contact with Lavi's and he would fidget in the cutest ways possible.

Allen's thin legs swung over the sheets as he stood up shakily his lower back hurt as always and his stomach also growled ravenously. Lavi could detect the slight flinch that shook Allen's frame as he stood. His hand reached out and grabbed
the other boy's wrist.

"Are you okay?" he asked-concerned.

"M-Me? Am I okay?" Allen looked about ready to cry.

"Yeah you…hey, what's wrong?"

Lavi succeeded alright, in making Allen tear up.

The redhead's nervous smile flipped upside down. He pulled Allen to sit back
down next to him on his bed.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said his voice coaxing.

Allen shook his head. Honestly, he was already convinced no one wanted to hear
what he had to say.

"Come on, you can tell me." Lavi said in a softer, gentler voice.

Allen wiped his eyes with his arm and sat there for what seemed like a long
stretch of silence.

"…no one ever asks me if I'm okay." He admitted; voice full of sorrow.

It was true. His clients would come into his hotel room, not say anything, fuck him
senseless and leave. Never did they use even a use condom to prevent the teen from
contracting a disease. They didn't care; they were just looking for a good time. More often than not Allen would end up crying. But no one ever stopped. They didn't ask him what was wrong. They would tell him to stay quiet, even going so far as gagging him and beating him into silence.

No one ever asked what was wrong.