Little Thief 1
Disclaimer: The characters of Iggy and Dama, Tony and Sydney
are all mine, mistakes and all. This story contains discipline of a
minor child, but no slash involving him.
Thank You Claire and Joey for Betaing, you are both wonderful in
making sense of what I type. All mistakes are my own.
Iggy and Dama are part of Tony and Sydneys universe
Feedback both good and bad is appreciated and welcome.
Damalis took one last look around the restaurant, checking to see
all the doors and windows were locked up tight before he headed
out for the evening. He generally only worked weekends or
whenever the restaurant was packed, as it was tonight. As the last
out Tony trusted him to lock up.
Damalis didn't have to work, He loved creating new dishes,
organizing the kitchen staff for Tony, helping out whenever and
wherever he was needed.
Damalis' was old money, his father had left him a sizable inheritance.
Enough that, with his investments, he need never work again but
Damalis loved it to. The thrill of being busy, the hustle and bustle
gave him a sense of togetherness and rightness. He also had to
admit that it was a way of keeping himself from being so lonely.
Damalis had several business interests, but nothing personal. At 35
years old he was in the prime of life. Healthy, well-built, nice muscle
definition. He owned the gym where he worked out, as well as two
others. He attended his share of benefits and charity dinners but all
that was just busy work. Something to keep him from his
remembering that he was totally and utterly alone.
A noise in the back room caught his attention. Reflex kicked in.
Damalis moved silently to the door of the small back storage area.
His senses alert, A large frying pan in his hand. Thus armed he
waited. Ten minutes late a small figure slipped out of the back room
It looked like a child of about seven or eight. Damalis blinked in
surprise. A child? What was a child doing in the storage room?
Damalis watched for a moment as the little figure moved to the walk
in refrigerator, a stuffed bag in his hands. Damalis had his answer.
The child was stealing.
The child eased the door to the fridge open. Damalis moved behind
him silently. Just watching, for now, as the little one began
devouring everything he could get his hands on. Damalis reached
out and grasp the gorging child by the scruff of the neck, lifting the
child as he boomed, "And what have we here?"
The child screamed and jumped as Damalis lifted him, his arms and
legs flailing wildly, kicking out like a small whirlwind.
Damalis noticed the youngster was a bit heavier than it should have
been but was too busy trying to hold the wild bundle to give it much
thought.
"LET ME GO!!" the wild child screamed.
Damalis almost did. The voice that came from this whirlwind was
not that of a child but of a man. Damalis turned the boy around
looking at him for the first time. The boy was small, 56 inches tall,
but the face was not that of a child or of a man, but of a teenage?
Damalis looked closer, and saw the beginnings of a mustache on
the lads upper lip. Large eyes that looked like captured smoke and
tousled, dirty brown hair. Damalis gave the boy a shake "Settle
down."
The boy stopped his struggling but looked wary.
"I am going to set you down now." The boy nodded. Damalis
replaced the boy on his feet, keeping hold of him and lifted the
sack. "A little thief I see." He said with a frown. The boy's lower lip
slipped out into a pout that was adorable. His gray eyes filled with
tears. Damalis almost melted. He relaxed his hold a fraction. A
moment later as pain exploded in his shin and groin, He regretted
that decision.
The little brat had kicked him in the shin and punched him in the
groin at the same time. When Damalis loosened his hold a little, in
reaction, the boy did one of those impossible wiggles only the small
can do and broke free, running for his life, his ill gotten gains
forgotten as he tried to make it out the door. His heart sunk as
Damalis recollared him before he had gotten five steps.
The boy was kicking and screaming again as he found, his feet
dangling off the floor. Then he looked into the face of the man who
held him as Damalis roared "ENOUGH!" and landed one heavy swat
to the squirming bottom. The boy stilled immediately. Damalis' eyes
were dark with fury his brow furrowed and jaw clenched tightly.
Damalis carried his charge over to a chair and slammed him down
on it.
The boy winced as his sore rump landed on the wooden chair.
Damalis crouched down in front of the boy, and ran one hand over
his face. This was not the night for this.
"Okay lets talk. I want some answers. Name?"
The boy swallowed and tried to look defiant.
"NAME!" Damalis boomed his patience rapidly dwindling.
"Iggy" the boy squeaked, wincing as he waited for the mocking
laughter that always followed. He was surprised when none was
forth coming.
"Iggy what?" Damalis asked.
Iggy sighed, "Ignatius Montgomery Preston" he said with
resignation, then flinched as Damalis stuck out his hand.
"Damalis Anieli Deopolous"
Iggy hesitated then shook the huge paw offered, and muttered.
"Point and match."
Damalis chuckled. He lost few toss ups on who had the worse
name though Ignatius was close. "How old are you Iggy?"
"21" Came the lie.
Damalis frowned. In a second, he had pulled the boy out of the
chair, draping him over his knee and swatted the upturned rump
four times before he returned him to the chair. "The truth little boy.
You know the penalty for lying now."
"16" Iggy whispered as he squirmed on a stinging bottom.
Damalis nodded. That was more like it. "why did you steal?"
"I was hungry" Iggy said, simply and honestly.
"I see." Damalis said as he nodded again. "The doors are double
locked and require a key to open ." he said succinctly. "Same with
the windows. I will make you something to eat. Then we will have a
little talk."
Iggy just nodded, figuring it would not be wise to anger this huge
man who was so quick to spank. He would bide his time and
escape later.
To be continued