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D'n'M Part 5
From Chapter 11:
So, lying together in bed, both exhausted, both silently picking over the events of the evening, both (for their different reasons) uncertain about the prospect of living with a teenager, Dan and Milo had a great deal to talk about. But they weren't talking. They couldn't, because their lips and tongues were locked passionately together in the early stages of the payback they'd promised themselves. It wouldn't be long before those same lips and tongues were busy, each with a pulsating, purple dick-head to please in the special ways known only to each other. Yes, as Milo had told himself that morning (though for a very different reason), payback is sweet.
Chapter 12:
Dan and Milo were back for a second visit to Ms. Lamar's very tidy office at the Department of Children's Services, but this time was very different from the first. This time Gerry was with them. This time they wouldn't be reading Kate's final, gut-wrenching plea for her son's future security. This time they would be seeing that son for the very first time.
It had been three days since Ms. Lamar had called them all together and given them the news of the assault on Nico and his subsequent rescue from the river. Those three days had been a nightmare of frustration and anxiety. Frustration because communication with Buenos Aires continued to be difficult, especially with the extra layer of complication provided by the hospital bureaucracy, and anxiety as they waited for news that the boy was going to be okay.
Even Ms. Lamar was aware how important it was for her to provide meaningful support to the family during this very stressful time. She seemed to have realised how traumatised all three of them had been by the way she had recounted the grim sequence of events that had ended with Nico in hospital, and she was genuinely sorry for the additional, and avoidable, worry that had resulted, sorry that her oh-so-precious professionalism had let her down. She had certainly learnt a lesson, learnt that, should she ever find herself in a similar situation (heaven forbid), she would need to start with the happy ending (assuming that there was one), not end with it.
The little information that had filtered through from the hospital in the last few days confirmed that Nico had broken no bones, nor had he any significant internal injuries, but he was suffering from a large number of lacerations, grazes and bruises, from both the beating he had received and also from the short time he had spent in the water. Overall the doctors had declared that they were satisfied with his underlying physical health and with the progress he had made since being admitted. In their opinion he would be fit to be discharged after three or four days, time enough for a suitable short-term foster placement to be found for him and also for an investigation to be started into the circumstances surrounding the attack.
On the morning of the fourth day Milo received a message from Ms. Lamar telling him that Nico had spent his first night with his new, temporary carers and that a video call had been arranged for later that day when he, Dan and Gerry would be able to `meet' Nico for the first time. Milo was instantly on the phone, first to Dan and then his dad. Both enthusiastically confirmed that they were available at the time specified in the message and that is how they came to be gathered in Ms. Lamar's office, awaiting the internet connection to be established, each of them showing various signs of nervousness, anticipation and excitement.
"What are we gonna say to him?" asked Gerry. "Do we talk about his mum?"
"As far as I understand," replied Ms. Lamar, "Although he knows something of his family over here, he has no awareness of who, exactly, you all are."
"You mean we need to introduce ourselves?"
"I think that would be a good start. Also remember that he has said very little to anyone since his mother passed away so it might be best not to expect much response."
"Maybe we should keep it pretty short today. We don't want to overwhelm him." Milo's voice carried the conviction of his professional experience. "We need to remember that he's suffered a whole lot of dreadful things in his life, not just in the last few months. Each one of them would be enough to knock any kid sideways and besides, to him we are a bunch of complete strangers, so why should he be pleased to see us and suddenly start talking?"
"So play it cool?" queried Dan.
"Very," replied Milo.
"And try not be too disappointed if he doesn't engage. As Mr. de Beer-Reed says, Nico has had a whole life of unimaginable hardship and abuse, not just a few weeks. In many ways it's a miracle he's come through at all." Ms. Lamar was doing her best to dampen down their expectations without being completely negative. Yes, she'd definitely learned a lesson.
"He very nearly didn't," Gerry reminded them. "Yes, the boy has had a truly shit life so far but that all ends here, today. Today is his new beginning." He sounded so upbeat and positive that Dan hoped he wasn't going to be disappointed. He was thinking back to his own experience of abuse and how badly he had been affected and for how long. And for him, he knew, it had only happened once and he'd always had the love and support of Milo and his own parents to rely on. For Nico, years of trauma and abuse were bound to run deep and long. Who knew when, if ever, he would come out the other end? And if he did, what sort of shape would he be in?
Suddenly the screen on Ms. Lamar's desk came to life and a figure appeared. Milo, Dan and Gerry immediately shifted their focus, excitement and anticipation written across each of their faces. But that lasted for no more than a moment, to be replaced by instant disappointment. The face they saw looking back at them was not that of a teenage boy but of a woman, middle-aged, dark-haired and smiling broadly. She began to speak in rapid Spanish, way too fast for either Dan or Milo to follow, even though both of them had studied the language at Greenside High. So they were very impressed when Ms. Lamar responded, equally fluently. After a couple of minutes of rapid conversation Ms. Lamar turned and explained that the woman on the screen was a social worker with the equivalent department in Buenos Aires who had just been telling her that Nico was basically fine but that he was still in the early stages of recovery from the events of the last few days. More importantly, she said that it had taken a lot of persuasion to get him to agree to take part in the video call and it had only been on the conditions that he wouldn't be expected to speak at all and that it should only be for two or three minutes at the most.
"So, are you prepared to go ahead on that basis -- that he won't say anything and that it'll be very brief?" asked Ms. Lamar.
It came as absolutely no surprise to her when Gerry said, "We don't care about any conditions, we just want to see him and to tell him that he's loved and that we want him home."
Dan and Milo nodded in agreement.
"Very well, I will inform Senora Gomez."
Ms. Lamar turned back to the screen and spoke again in fluent Spanish. They saw Senora Gomez nod, smile again and then disappear. The image moved, scanning round an office very similar to the one they were in although much bigger and brighter, with sunlight pouring in through a couple of large windows which appeared briefly on the screen before the image moved on once more. Suddenly the movement stopped. On the screen was a lone figure. Not much more than the top of a dark blonde-haired head could be seen. Nico. Dan, Milo and Gerry held their collective breath, willing the boy to look up.
Then an off-screen voice could be heard. "Levanta la cabeza, Nico."
"She's telling him to lift his head up," Milo explained to his dad.
For several seconds there was neither sound nor movement and then, very slowly, as if being painfully prised upwards, Nico did as he'd been told. He looked straight ahead, his eyes unblinking.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Gerry. "He looks exactly like Kate." He burst into tears.
Milo was also shocked. The face he saw was a damaged face with a swollen left eye, a cut lower lip and several nasty-looking bruises. It was also a handsome face, in transition somewhere between boy and man, as if it hadn't quite decided which features to concentrate on now and which to come back to later. The cheekbones were clearly defined, with the one on the left being a torrid shade of purple, and the nose was straight with a nasty-looking two-stitch gash on the bridge. The hair was clean but in much need of a pair of sharp scissors and there was a faint wispy line above the top lip.
Dan's attention was drawn to the teenager's eyes. Yes, they were passive and unblinking but deep within them Dan could see the hurt, the anger, the confusion and sense of loss. He recognised all that because he'd seen it before, seen it when he'd looked in the mirror as a young teen boy himself who'd been powerless and abused and humiliated.
Ms. Lamar looked at the three of them, waiting for someone to speak to the lone figure who was staring out at them from several thousand miles away. When it became clear to her that that wasn't going to happen any time soon she realised she would have to take the lead.
"Hello Nico. I am very pleased to see you and am happy to hear from Senora Gomez that you are beginning to feel better."
There was no response, no indication that he was even aware that she had spoken. Slightly unnerved she continued. "My name is Ms. Lamar and the job I do here is very similar to what Senora Gomez does there in Buenos Aires."
Still nothing.
She began to wonder if she should be speaking in Spanish but decided against it. She didn't know why. Then she heard a voice coming from beside her.
"Hi Nico, my name is Dan and this," turning to his left, "Is your Uncle Milo, and this," to his right, "Is your, your ..." Dan suddenly realised that there had been no discussion about what Gerry should be called. Would it be Grandpa? Or Granddad? Or even Gramps?
"I'm your Grandpa, son, your mum's dad, and I can't tell you how pleased I am to finally see you."
The eyes looking back at them from all those thousands of miles away moved slowly from left to right. They remained impassive. There was no way of reading the boy's reaction to what he'd just been told.
"Yes, Dan's right, I'm your Uncle Milo, your mum's little brother." Milo smiled. His voice was soft but strong. He spoke clearly and, so it seemed, with confidence and conviction, even though, in reality, he was feeling neither. "I was really, really sad to hear what's happened to her and I can only begin to imagine how you're feeling now. And I know you only agreed to this call on the condition that it wouldn't last long so I just want to tell you that we're your family and we love you. We've no idea what, if anything, you've been told about us, but I just want to tell you now that we're genuinely looking forward to getting to know you and that there's a home here, ready and waiting for you, just as soon as you want to take that step."
The face looking at him showed no reaction to the words he'd just heard but neither did it look away. For a few seconds after Milo finished speaking they held each other's gaze and then the boy's face was replaced by that of Senora Gomez. There was the sound of a chair being scaped across the floor quickly followed by a door being opened and then closed.
Senora Gomez momentarily glanced in the direction of the sounds and then looked back at the screen.
"Thank you, Senor de Beer-Reed, I'm sure your kind words will mean a great deal to Nico." She both looked and sounded unconvinced by her own words. She continued, "Maybe not today but hopefully in the future. Once he has begun to adjust to his new situation. His new reality."
Milo nodded, also unconvinced.
"Now if I might have a few words with Veronica?"
"Veronica?" queried Milo. "Oh, you mean Ms. Lamar. Yes, of course."
Even before he had a chance to pass on Senora Gomez' request Ms. Lamar was at his side and taking control of the screen. From her manner it was obvious that she wanted to have a private conversation with her distant colleague, so Milo moved across the room to join Dan and Gerry, who was clearly still upset by his first sighting of his grandson, although he was no longer weeping. After glancing behind him to where Ms. Lamar was now deep in quiet conversation, he nodded towards the office door and silently steered his husband and father into the adjoining room.
"Wow! That was intense," said Dan as the door closed behind them.
"That poor boy," sighed Gerry. "He looked a real mess. His face was properly bashed up. Those other kids must have really gone for him." He may not have been openly crying now but it was clear that the tears were still very much on standby. Dan saw that Milo, too, had moisture in the corners of his eyes.
"But you said all the right things," he said, desperate to reassure Milo. (Though, in reality, he wasn't sure that that was true. He was remembering the distant, disconnected look in Nico's eyes.) "Like that Senora Gomez said, he just needs time to adjust and get used to how things are now."
At that moment the door opened and Ms. Lamar walked in. Dan, Milo and Gerry turned in her direction. They could all tell, from the look on her face, that she was not in the best of moods. However, she made an effort to present a more positive expression and began in a generally upbeat fashion.
"Well, that seemed to go generally quite well and I'm sure that you must all be feeling much more reassured. Initially I was rather afraid that Nico wouldn't co-operate with the process at all but he did, at least, seem to listen to what you had to say."
Gerry opened his mouth to say that he was far from being reassured by what he'd seen and that, in fact, he had found the whole experience very distressing. But he didn't get to say any of that because Ms. Lamar turned to Milo and spoke to him directly in her most deliberately intimidating and superior tone.
"However, Mr. de Beer-Reed, I'm not at all sure it was helpful to imply that it would be for Nico to decide when, or even if, he would be leaving Buenos Aires for a new home here. That is a decision entirely for the appropriate authorities here and, of course, in Buenos Aires. I sincerely hope that your unhelpful comment has done nothing to further complicate an already difficult situation and made Senora Gomez' task even more problematic." The expression on her face was not far short of homicidal.
Thinking about it later, Dan reflected on his long-held and certain knowledge that the boy he had fallen in love with, and the man who he had become, was unfailingly kind, and gentle and considerate. Yes, he could be strong and resolute, especially where his young clients were concerned but, even at his most determined, he was always polite and reasonable, seeking to take the heat out of any situation that looked likely to become confrontational. So it had been with complete astonishment that he had seen the way Milo reacted to Ms. Lamar's unsubtle reprimand.
He had whipped round to face her and it was immediately obvious from the tension in his shoulders and the mask-like expression on his face that he had been pushed beyond the limit of his tolerance, clearly intent on leaving the social worker in no doubt that she had overstepped the bounds of her oh-so-precious professionalism. Yes, he said, he appreciated that she had a job to do and, yes, he understood that, at the end of the day, Domenico de Beer was just another young client who presented her with a problem in need of an acceptable solution. But to him, and his husband and father, Nico was a lonely, abused and frightened teenage kid who had had all the shit of the world dumped down on his head, not just once or even twice but over and over again, pretty much every day since he'd been born. And not just that, no, not by a long way. Most importantly he was family, he was his and Dan's nephew and Gerry's only grandson. So for them it was personal, not professional, and also emotional and terrifying and heart-breaking. And talking about professionalism, allow him to remind her that he, Doctor Milo de Beer-Reed, was a fully qualified and experienced child and adolescent psychologist who knew about troubled and traumatised children, maybe just a bit better than she did, so she should accept that he might know how best to keep any more shit from falling onto the kid's shoulders and to begin to give him back some sense of control and agency, even if only a very little bit. And finally, just to be absolutely clear that she knew and understood exactly who would be assuming oversight of the situation from that moment on, he was going to go home and book himself onto the next available flight to Buenos Aires and he would not be returning until he had HIS NEPHEW in the seat next to him. At which point he had flicked his head at Dan and Gerry and led them out of the room.
There is no record of Ms. Lamar's reaction or response.
Dan recalled all this as he lay, face down on the rug on the sitting room floor, grinning hugely, his chinos and boxer briefs pulled down past his knees, his butt raised up by the cushions under his torso and Milo's oh-so-incredibly-hard dick ramming in and out of him like a crazed ram-rod, spurting fresh cum into him like a fire hose. If he, Dan, had thought that he, Milo, had been magnificent in Ms. Lamar's office, well, that was nothing to what he was, himself, experiencing at that moment.
Fuck, but Milo was awesome. How long before he'd be ready to go again? And how great it was to be one half of the unbeatable combination that was D'n'M.
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That was the final chapter of D'n'M Part 5. In a few months' time there will be a Part 6 when we'll find out what happens when D'n'M becomes D,M'n'N. In the meantime I'll be concentrating on the second part of my other story, A Very Ordinary Boy which I hope to start posting to Nifty before too long.
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