Little Thief 1

by Ciejye



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