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Chapter 7
WARNINGS: This is where the slash part comes in. If that sort of thing bothers you, don't read this.
NOTES: Note the time change. Logan and Remy are now living in New York with the rest of the X-Men. Dialogue in *’s indicates telepathy.
~ New York – 2000 ~
Logan sighed and stretched as best as he could, trying not to disturb the boy sleeping so blissfully beside him. It was hard to believe that this young man sleeping next to him was the same he hhe had taken in a decade before; the same boy he had taught to read and write, to speak English and, most importantly, to trust. The kid had come so far and grown up so much that it was nothing short of amazing. Smiling, Logan stroked his fingers through Remy’s wild bangs, snorting softly at the little whimpers of pleasure the boy made in response.
Logan had been right, the boy was beautiful; wild cinnamon hair, big ruby and ebony eyes, long, dark eyelashes, high cheekbones, pouty lips…the kid was a work of art. The improvement in the boy’s living conditions had apparently had an effect, Logan noted with a smirk; the kid was nearly a foot taller than he was now.
Sexy as hell, too, Logan mused, cock stirring in response. Next to him, Remy stirred with a moan, woken by the rush of desire, nuzzling the other man’s neck. Logan groaned and tipped his head up, giving the boy better access. He hadn’t meant to wake the boy up, but he wasn’t about to complain now that Remy was awake.
Turning the tables, Logan grabbed a handful of the boy’s silky hair and pulled his head away, grinning at the look of frustrated desire on the boy’s beautiful face. “Want something, Rem?”
“You know I do, cher,” Remy whined, cheeks flushed with desire.
Logan grinned isponsponse, flipping the boy onto his back, and moved down to suck at the boy’s hardened nipples, tugging at the steel barbells that pierced them, evidence of the boy’s wild side. Remy moaned in encouragement, letting Logan know that he wanted him to continue.
Sure that this was what the boy wanted, Logan dug through the nightstand drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube and flourishing it with a grin. Remy closed his eyes with a sigh, letting Logan’s desire wash over him, reminding himself that this was Logan he was with and that he was safe.
Logan hesitated, noting Remy’s tenseness, unsure whether he should continue or not. “You alright, kiddo?”
Remy nodded, he didn’t want Logan to stop, he just needed to get his bearings.
“Open your eyes, Rem, look at me,” Logan whispered, stroking the boy’s tearstained cheek. “You want me to stop?”
“No, don’t…I’m fine,” Remy said urgently, eyes wide, afraid that Logan would want to stop.
“You sure?” Logan asked softly, real concen hin his eyes.
Remy nodded urgently, he needed this. He needed to be touched, needed to know that he was wanted, he could master his fear. He’d done it before and he could do it this time. He genuinely wanted this and wouldn’t let his fear get the better of him.
“Okay, Rem,” Logan answered, kissing the boy gently on the lips. Opening the lube, Logan squeezed it into his hand, holding the boy’s gaze the entire time. Seeing nothing but desire det determination on Remy’s face, Logan coated his aching cock with the clear gel, grinning as Remy whimpered in response, sharing Logan’s pleasure through their empathic link. “Ready?”
“Oui,” Remy whispered, pulling Logan to him.
Logan steadied the boy’s hips and thrust in slowly, gratified when the boy moaned and arched his hips to meet him, eyes closed and mouth open in a soft “O” of pleasure. Groaning, Logan set a slow, steady pace, encouraged by Remy’s soft cries of pleasure.
It felt incredible, but Logan wanted more; careful to be gentle, Logan unlaced Remy’s fingers from the back of his neck and twined his fingers with the boy’s, pinning Remy’s unresisting hand to the pillow and earning a startled gasp. Seeing the boy’s eyes fly open in a confusion of anxiety and lust, Logan pressed his lips to the boy’s in a gentle kiss, reassuring him, then repeated the gesture with Remy’s other hand, careful to give the boy enough space that he didfeelfeel threatened.
Using his increased leverage, Logan thrust deeper, rubbing his belly against Remy’s straining cock and making the boy cry out in startled pleasure. Even after all this time, it still surprised Remy that sex could be pleasurable and he greeted each sensation with a surprised gratitude that made Logan’s heart melt with love for the boy. He’d never met anyone so appreciative of the little pleasures in life before and had never thought that anyone could approach life with such wide-eyed amazement rather than the jaded cynicism that Logan would have expected from someone with Remy’s background.
“Please…more!” Remy cried, squeezing Logan’s fingers tightly.
Groaning raggedly, Logan thrust harder and with less control. Sensing how close the boy was, Logan crushed his lips to Remy’s, silencing him, and thrust deep, earning a muffled scream as the boy climaxed, pulling Logan over the brink with him. Fighting the urge to scream, Logan thrust harder as Remy’s shields slipped and flooded his mind with the boy’s ecstasy.
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“I’ve got some work to do, Rem. Don’t stay in bed all day, alright?” Logan asked softly, several minutes later, rubbing the boy’s shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm,” Remy mumbled noncommittally.
“Get some breakfast and I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” Logan said with an amused snort. Knowing Remy, he wouldn’t get out of bed unless the boathouse was on fire and probably not even then.
“Mmm-hmm,” Remy mumbled, pulling the covers over his head with a groan.
Shaking his head with a defeated chuckle, Logan headed out of the room; he had a lot of work that needed doing and no matter how tempting it was to climb into bed and sleep the day away like Remy, he couldn’t.
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Remy sat on the couch in the mansion’s rec room, idly watching cartoons on TV and eating breakfast in spite of the fact that it was well past noon. He hadn’t wanted to get out of bed, but hunger had gotten the better of him. Hearing footsteps in the hall, he shifted his gaze from the TV to see who was coming in. Rogue. Remy groaned inwardly; he didn’t like the girl. Generally, he loved women and craved their company, but Rogue was different, she was…threatening. She made him uncomfortable.
“Hey, it’s the witchdoctor!” she called cheerfully, sitting down on the arm of the couch.
“Sorry, sugah, didn’t mean ta upset ya,” she continued, seeing the glare Remy shot at her, and laid a consolatory hand on his shoulder.
Remy jerked away from her touch as if burned. “Don’t touch me.”
“Geez, calm down. Ah was just tryin’ ta be nice, that’s all,” Rogue groused, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t…touch…me,” Remy reiterated, eyes blazing with anger.
“Fine!” Rogue snapped, standing up and storming out of the room, muttering under her breath.
Remy listened to her go with mixed relief and fear. He knew he should try and be nice to her, but he just couldn’t. She was too aggressive, too threatening and too pushy. She scared him.
“I’d watch what I said if I were you. You’re only here because Logan feels sorry for you, you’d better be careful or you’ll be out on your ass.”
Remy whipped around to see who it was that was talking, meeting Warren’s ice blue gaze with wide, startled eyes.
“You’re just a charity case…a stray. Logan doesn’t love you, he just feels sorry for you,” Warren spat venomously, glaring at the boy.
“Yes he does,” Remy answered softly, tears starting in his eyes.
“No, he doesn’t. You’re just a whore, that’s all. He’ll get tired of you soon enough.”
“I’m not a whore,” Remy whispered vehemently, cheeks flushed.
“Once a whore, always a whore,” Warren said with a snort of derision.
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Warren was taken off-guard by Remy’s first punch; he had never seen the boy show even the slightest hint of aggression before; Remy was gentle to a fault and never so much as stood up for himself. Thrown off balance, Warren stared disbelieving at the boy standing in front of him, unable to comprehend the turn of es, ns, nose dripping blood onto the carpet.
He barely had time to dodge the next blow Remy threw, only avoiding the blow by the scantest of margins. Now that the shock had worn off, Warren was furious. With a snarl of anger, he threw himself at the boy, knocking him to the floor, bloodying Remy’s nose with a savage punch.
Barely thinking, Remy elbowed the older man in the jaw, splattering blood across the carpet. He was beyond thought, lashing out in unthinking anger, furious and scared. He could hear footsteps in the hall, someone running, but he didn’t care; right now all that mattered was the anger he could feel burning deep inside him.
Remy was crying, tears mixing with the blood running from his bloodied nose and split lip. He vaguely registered someone yanking on the collar of his t-shirt, trying to pull him off of Warren and without thinking lashed out, fist connecting with a loud crack.
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Swearing, Scott let go of the back of the boy’s t-shirt, holding his hand up to his nose to keep the blood from dripping onto the already spattered carpet; it was obvious he wasn’t going to be able to break this fight up.
*Jean, call Logan and tell him to come down to the rec room and get Remy. Now!*
*What’s wrong?*
*Just do it!*
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*Logan, Scott needs you to come down to the rec room and get Remy.*
*What’s wrong, Red?*
*I don’t know, but Scott said to hurry.*
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Rushing in the front door, Logan tore down the hallway to the rec room; there had been no mistaking the worry in Jean’s voice.
Almost running into Scott who was just coming out the door of the rec room as he was coming in, Logan stormed into the room and swore under his breath. “What in the hell’s going on?” Logan yelled, rushing over to Remy and pulling the boy off of Warren, pinning his arms to his sides, having to fight to hold onto the boy as he fought and kicked, sobbing loudly.
“I don’t know. I just came in and they were going at it like that,” Scott answered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Alright. I got him, Slim. You take care of Warren,” Logan growled, dragging Remy into the hallway.
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Logan had to fight Remy every step of the way to get him back to the boathouse. The boy was hysterical, fighting and kicking and sobbing uncontrollably and it took everything Logan had to keep him from hurting himself. Shouldering the door open and slamming it shut behind them, Logan dragged Remy into the center of the living room in front of the fireplace and sat him down on the floor, holding the boy’s arms tight against his body as he fought to break free. “Rem, listen to me…listen! What’s wrong?”
“Warren…he said…and…I don’t want you to go!” Remy sobbed, gasping, wiping his bloodied nose on the sleeve of his shirt, leaving a dark red smear and starting the blood flowing again.
“Calm down…come on, Rem…listen to me, okay?” Logan said softly, rocking the boy back and forth slightly. “Now what did he say?”
“Said I was a whore…that you wouldn’t want me anymore…I don’t want you to go! Don’ leave, please!” Remy sobbed, coughing and trying to catch his breath, his nose bleeding heavily onto the front of his shirt.
“Shush. Calm down,” Logan whispered, trying to calm the terrified boy. “I’m gonna let you go, okay? I gotta get something for your nose. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Hesitantly loosening his grip on the boy’s arms, Logan swore as Remy immediately broke free from his grip and scrambled onto his knees, pulling his well-worn rosary from the pocket of his jeans, smearing it with blood.
“Deus meus, ex toto corde paenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutes promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi Te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris.” Remy sobbed, clutching hosarosary in bloody hands, tears and blood dripping onto his shirt.
Seeing that Remy was going to stay put, Logan let the boy finish his prayers, padding out of the room silently to get a wet washcloth for the boy’s nose.
“Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia Tua, de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique occasiones proximas fugiturum. Amen.”
Coming back into the room, Logan moved to sit in front of the trembling boy, tipping Remy’s chin up so that he could clean the blood away. “Everything’ll be fine, kiddo. I’m not goin’ anywhere and you’re not either,” Logan whispe for forcing Remy to meet his eyes.
“Don’t leave me, cher. I don’t wanna be alone!” Remy cried softly, tears streaking his cheeks.
“Remy, look at me. I’m not going anywhere,” Logan answered vehemently, “I’m not sending you away.”
“Bel did,” Remy whispered brokenly, breaking into fresh sobs.
“Oh, Rem…you know that wasn’t because she was mad at you. She wanted you safe so she sent you to me. ‘Souviens-toi que je t'aime toujours.’ Remember?” Logan asked, earning a nod from the shaking boy. “I’m always gonna love you, kid, nothing’s going to change that.”
Gently, Logan moved to take the boy in his arms, rocking him back and forth, Remy’s head tucked under his chin.
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Logan carefully lifted his head to peek at Remy’s face. The boy had finally quieted down, shushed by the comfort of Logan’s arms, and was now sleeping, his mahogany lashes wet with tears.
Carefully shifting so that he could lift the sleeping boy, Logan stood up and walked to the stairway, taking each step as gently as possible. Reaching the bedroom, Logan laid Remy down on the bed, smiling softly at the whimpered protests the boy made at the loss of contact. Unlacing the boy’s sneakers and pulling them off, Logan carefully covered Remy with the boy’s favorite patchwork quilt and lay down beside him.
“No matter what happens, you’ve got me, Rem. Don’t ever forget that,” Logan whispered softly, wrapping his arm around the boy.
TBC
~ TRANSLATIONS ~
1) Deus meus, ex toto corde paenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutes promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi Te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris.
Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of my love.
2) Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia Tua, de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique occasiones proximas fugiturum.
I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and avoid the near occasions of sin.
~ NOTES ~
1) The Latin prayer is the Actus Contritionis, or the Act of Contrition. It’s typically said after confession as a show of repentance.
NOTES: Note the time change. Logan and Remy are now living in New York with the rest of the X-Men. Dialogue in *’s indicates telepathy.
~ New York – 2000 ~
Logan sighed and stretched as best as he could, trying not to disturb the boy sleeping so blissfully beside him. It was hard to believe that this young man sleeping next to him was the same he hhe had taken in a decade before; the same boy he had taught to read and write, to speak English and, most importantly, to trust. The kid had come so far and grown up so much that it was nothing short of amazing. Smiling, Logan stroked his fingers through Remy’s wild bangs, snorting softly at the little whimpers of pleasure the boy made in response.
Logan had been right, the boy was beautiful; wild cinnamon hair, big ruby and ebony eyes, long, dark eyelashes, high cheekbones, pouty lips…the kid was a work of art. The improvement in the boy’s living conditions had apparently had an effect, Logan noted with a smirk; the kid was nearly a foot taller than he was now.
Sexy as hell, too, Logan mused, cock stirring in response. Next to him, Remy stirred with a moan, woken by the rush of desire, nuzzling the other man’s neck. Logan groaned and tipped his head up, giving the boy better access. He hadn’t meant to wake the boy up, but he wasn’t about to complain now that Remy was awake.
Turning the tables, Logan grabbed a handful of the boy’s silky hair and pulled his head away, grinning at the look of frustrated desire on the boy’s beautiful face. “Want something, Rem?”
“You know I do, cher,” Remy whined, cheeks flushed with desire.
Logan grinned isponsponse, flipping the boy onto his back, and moved down to suck at the boy’s hardened nipples, tugging at the steel barbells that pierced them, evidence of the boy’s wild side. Remy moaned in encouragement, letting Logan know that he wanted him to continue.
Sure that this was what the boy wanted, Logan dug through the nightstand drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube and flourishing it with a grin. Remy closed his eyes with a sigh, letting Logan’s desire wash over him, reminding himself that this was Logan he was with and that he was safe.
Logan hesitated, noting Remy’s tenseness, unsure whether he should continue or not. “You alright, kiddo?”
Remy nodded, he didn’t want Logan to stop, he just needed to get his bearings.
“Open your eyes, Rem, look at me,” Logan whispered, stroking the boy’s tearstained cheek. “You want me to stop?”
“No, don’t…I’m fine,” Remy said urgently, eyes wide, afraid that Logan would want to stop.
“You sure?” Logan asked softly, real concen hin his eyes.
Remy nodded urgently, he needed this. He needed to be touched, needed to know that he was wanted, he could master his fear. He’d done it before and he could do it this time. He genuinely wanted this and wouldn’t let his fear get the better of him.
“Okay, Rem,” Logan answered, kissing the boy gently on the lips. Opening the lube, Logan squeezed it into his hand, holding the boy’s gaze the entire time. Seeing nothing but desire det determination on Remy’s face, Logan coated his aching cock with the clear gel, grinning as Remy whimpered in response, sharing Logan’s pleasure through their empathic link. “Ready?”
“Oui,” Remy whispered, pulling Logan to him.
Logan steadied the boy’s hips and thrust in slowly, gratified when the boy moaned and arched his hips to meet him, eyes closed and mouth open in a soft “O” of pleasure. Groaning, Logan set a slow, steady pace, encouraged by Remy’s soft cries of pleasure.
It felt incredible, but Logan wanted more; careful to be gentle, Logan unlaced Remy’s fingers from the back of his neck and twined his fingers with the boy’s, pinning Remy’s unresisting hand to the pillow and earning a startled gasp. Seeing the boy’s eyes fly open in a confusion of anxiety and lust, Logan pressed his lips to the boy’s in a gentle kiss, reassuring him, then repeated the gesture with Remy’s other hand, careful to give the boy enough space that he didfeelfeel threatened.
Using his increased leverage, Logan thrust deeper, rubbing his belly against Remy’s straining cock and making the boy cry out in startled pleasure. Even after all this time, it still surprised Remy that sex could be pleasurable and he greeted each sensation with a surprised gratitude that made Logan’s heart melt with love for the boy. He’d never met anyone so appreciative of the little pleasures in life before and had never thought that anyone could approach life with such wide-eyed amazement rather than the jaded cynicism that Logan would have expected from someone with Remy’s background.
“Please…more!” Remy cried, squeezing Logan’s fingers tightly.
Groaning raggedly, Logan thrust harder and with less control. Sensing how close the boy was, Logan crushed his lips to Remy’s, silencing him, and thrust deep, earning a muffled scream as the boy climaxed, pulling Logan over the brink with him. Fighting the urge to scream, Logan thrust harder as Remy’s shields slipped and flooded his mind with the boy’s ecstasy.
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“I’ve got some work to do, Rem. Don’t stay in bed all day, alright?” Logan asked softly, several minutes later, rubbing the boy’s shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm,” Remy mumbled noncommittally.
“Get some breakfast and I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” Logan said with an amused snort. Knowing Remy, he wouldn’t get out of bed unless the boathouse was on fire and probably not even then.
“Mmm-hmm,” Remy mumbled, pulling the covers over his head with a groan.
Shaking his head with a defeated chuckle, Logan headed out of the room; he had a lot of work that needed doing and no matter how tempting it was to climb into bed and sleep the day away like Remy, he couldn’t.
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Remy sat on the couch in the mansion’s rec room, idly watching cartoons on TV and eating breakfast in spite of the fact that it was well past noon. He hadn’t wanted to get out of bed, but hunger had gotten the better of him. Hearing footsteps in the hall, he shifted his gaze from the TV to see who was coming in. Rogue. Remy groaned inwardly; he didn’t like the girl. Generally, he loved women and craved their company, but Rogue was different, she was…threatening. She made him uncomfortable.
“Hey, it’s the witchdoctor!” she called cheerfully, sitting down on the arm of the couch.
“Sorry, sugah, didn’t mean ta upset ya,” she continued, seeing the glare Remy shot at her, and laid a consolatory hand on his shoulder.
Remy jerked away from her touch as if burned. “Don’t touch me.”
“Geez, calm down. Ah was just tryin’ ta be nice, that’s all,” Rogue groused, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t…touch…me,” Remy reiterated, eyes blazing with anger.
“Fine!” Rogue snapped, standing up and storming out of the room, muttering under her breath.
Remy listened to her go with mixed relief and fear. He knew he should try and be nice to her, but he just couldn’t. She was too aggressive, too threatening and too pushy. She scared him.
“I’d watch what I said if I were you. You’re only here because Logan feels sorry for you, you’d better be careful or you’ll be out on your ass.”
Remy whipped around to see who it was that was talking, meeting Warren’s ice blue gaze with wide, startled eyes.
“You’re just a charity case…a stray. Logan doesn’t love you, he just feels sorry for you,” Warren spat venomously, glaring at the boy.
“Yes he does,” Remy answered softly, tears starting in his eyes.
“No, he doesn’t. You’re just a whore, that’s all. He’ll get tired of you soon enough.”
“I’m not a whore,” Remy whispered vehemently, cheeks flushed.
“Once a whore, always a whore,” Warren said with a snort of derision.
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Warren was taken off-guard by Remy’s first punch; he had never seen the boy show even the slightest hint of aggression before; Remy was gentle to a fault and never so much as stood up for himself. Thrown off balance, Warren stared disbelieving at the boy standing in front of him, unable to comprehend the turn of es, ns, nose dripping blood onto the carpet.
He barely had time to dodge the next blow Remy threw, only avoiding the blow by the scantest of margins. Now that the shock had worn off, Warren was furious. With a snarl of anger, he threw himself at the boy, knocking him to the floor, bloodying Remy’s nose with a savage punch.
Barely thinking, Remy elbowed the older man in the jaw, splattering blood across the carpet. He was beyond thought, lashing out in unthinking anger, furious and scared. He could hear footsteps in the hall, someone running, but he didn’t care; right now all that mattered was the anger he could feel burning deep inside him.
Remy was crying, tears mixing with the blood running from his bloodied nose and split lip. He vaguely registered someone yanking on the collar of his t-shirt, trying to pull him off of Warren and without thinking lashed out, fist connecting with a loud crack.
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Swearing, Scott let go of the back of the boy’s t-shirt, holding his hand up to his nose to keep the blood from dripping onto the already spattered carpet; it was obvious he wasn’t going to be able to break this fight up.
*Jean, call Logan and tell him to come down to the rec room and get Remy. Now!*
*What’s wrong?*
*Just do it!*
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*Logan, Scott needs you to come down to the rec room and get Remy.*
*What’s wrong, Red?*
*I don’t know, but Scott said to hurry.*
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Rushing in the front door, Logan tore down the hallway to the rec room; there had been no mistaking the worry in Jean’s voice.
Almost running into Scott who was just coming out the door of the rec room as he was coming in, Logan stormed into the room and swore under his breath. “What in the hell’s going on?” Logan yelled, rushing over to Remy and pulling the boy off of Warren, pinning his arms to his sides, having to fight to hold onto the boy as he fought and kicked, sobbing loudly.
“I don’t know. I just came in and they were going at it like that,” Scott answered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Alright. I got him, Slim. You take care of Warren,” Logan growled, dragging Remy into the hallway.
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Logan had to fight Remy every step of the way to get him back to the boathouse. The boy was hysterical, fighting and kicking and sobbing uncontrollably and it took everything Logan had to keep him from hurting himself. Shouldering the door open and slamming it shut behind them, Logan dragged Remy into the center of the living room in front of the fireplace and sat him down on the floor, holding the boy’s arms tight against his body as he fought to break free. “Rem, listen to me…listen! What’s wrong?”
“Warren…he said…and…I don’t want you to go!” Remy sobbed, gasping, wiping his bloodied nose on the sleeve of his shirt, leaving a dark red smear and starting the blood flowing again.
“Calm down…come on, Rem…listen to me, okay?” Logan said softly, rocking the boy back and forth slightly. “Now what did he say?”
“Said I was a whore…that you wouldn’t want me anymore…I don’t want you to go! Don’ leave, please!” Remy sobbed, coughing and trying to catch his breath, his nose bleeding heavily onto the front of his shirt.
“Shush. Calm down,” Logan whispered, trying to calm the terrified boy. “I’m gonna let you go, okay? I gotta get something for your nose. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Hesitantly loosening his grip on the boy’s arms, Logan swore as Remy immediately broke free from his grip and scrambled onto his knees, pulling his well-worn rosary from the pocket of his jeans, smearing it with blood.
“Deus meus, ex toto corde paenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutes promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi Te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris.” Remy sobbed, clutching hosarosary in bloody hands, tears and blood dripping onto his shirt.
Seeing that Remy was going to stay put, Logan let the boy finish his prayers, padding out of the room silently to get a wet washcloth for the boy’s nose.
“Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia Tua, de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique occasiones proximas fugiturum. Amen.”
Coming back into the room, Logan moved to sit in front of the trembling boy, tipping Remy’s chin up so that he could clean the blood away. “Everything’ll be fine, kiddo. I’m not goin’ anywhere and you’re not either,” Logan whispe for forcing Remy to meet his eyes.
“Don’t leave me, cher. I don’t wanna be alone!” Remy cried softly, tears streaking his cheeks.
“Remy, look at me. I’m not going anywhere,” Logan answered vehemently, “I’m not sending you away.”
“Bel did,” Remy whispered brokenly, breaking into fresh sobs.
“Oh, Rem…you know that wasn’t because she was mad at you. She wanted you safe so she sent you to me. ‘Souviens-toi que je t'aime toujours.’ Remember?” Logan asked, earning a nod from the shaking boy. “I’m always gonna love you, kid, nothing’s going to change that.”
Gently, Logan moved to take the boy in his arms, rocking him back and forth, Remy’s head tucked under his chin.
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Logan carefully lifted his head to peek at Remy’s face. The boy had finally quieted down, shushed by the comfort of Logan’s arms, and was now sleeping, his mahogany lashes wet with tears.
Carefully shifting so that he could lift the sleeping boy, Logan stood up and walked to the stairway, taking each step as gently as possible. Reaching the bedroom, Logan laid Remy down on the bed, smiling softly at the whimpered protests the boy made at the loss of contact. Unlacing the boy’s sneakers and pulling them off, Logan carefully covered Remy with the boy’s favorite patchwork quilt and lay down beside him.
“No matter what happens, you’ve got me, Rem. Don’t ever forget that,” Logan whispered softly, wrapping his arm around the boy.
TBC
~ TRANSLATIONS ~
1) Deus meus, ex toto corde paenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutes promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi Te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris.
Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of my love.
2) Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia Tua, de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique occasiones proximas fugiturum.
I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and avoid the near occasions of sin.
~ NOTES ~
1) The Latin prayer is the Actus Contritionis, or the Act of Contrition. It’s typically said after confession as a show of repentance.