Never Trust a Thief (FM/M)
Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2023 2:51 am
Part 1
The teenager smirked at his reflection in the dingy motel mirror as he smoothed back his dirty blonde hair. Standing there in his suit, the boy frowned as he began to struggle with tightening the black tie around his neck. Soon the mirror held a new face as an older and taller man appeared behind the boy with a scowl on his face.
“You turned eighteen three days ago and still can’t tie one of these damned things yet.”
Eighteen year old, Michael Easton rolled his eyes at his mentor, Daniel Frost. The seasoned ex-soldier continued to grumble around a cigarette poking out of his lips as the teenager leaned his head back to allow his mentor easier access to fit the tie around the boy’s collar. The elder man rolled the collar back down into place before smoothing down a crease on Michael’s tuxedo.
Michael had been bouncing in and out of foster care for years before he’d finally taken matters in his own hands and took to the streets to make his own way. It didn’t last long before he’d made the mistake of selecting Daniel as his target for a pickpocketing scheme. Needless to say, he had been caught easily. Feeling sorry for the then fourteen year old, Daniel had taken the boy under his wing into a life of crime that paid way more money than lifting wallets of passersby.
“Why learn when I have you, Danny?” Michel shrugged before leaving his reflection behind.
Daniel caught the boy’s arm and asked, “Okay then, hotshot. What’s the plan again?”
“We sneak into the gala at the Bursen’s Estate. You cause a distraction. I sneak into the library and lift the diamonds from the vault. Piece of cake.”
“If anything goes wrong-”
“I get out and wait for you in the south corner of the property by the stables. If something happens and you don’t meet me within an hour, we separate and meet back at the motel,” Michael finished before jerking his arm out of his mentor’s grasp. “Come on, Danny. We’ve done this a hundred times already and nothing has gone wrong.”
Daniel nodded before straightening his own tie in the mirror. Michael stared at the bits of gray hairs slowly fighting for dominance over the man’s own brown locks. They’d both changed a lot in the past four years. Michael had grown from a scrawny, freckled face kid to a slim young adult standing at 5’8”. Yeah, he didn’t have the height or muscle mass that Danny had but he’d take what he could get.
“You ever thought about dying all that gray hair, Danny? You’re really getting up there in years especially with all that smoking. Forty-six is coming up faster than you know it and-”
“Mike, shut up.”
.
The two had waltzed right into the gala without any issues. Michael was just about to make his way to the library before Daniel caught his elbow and pulled him back against the wall. Looking at his mentor with a questioning gaze, the older man merely shook his head before muttering, “Mike, we’re bailing. Now. I’ll explain later. Get out and head back to the motel.”
Before Michael could even question what was going on, his mentor was backing away towards the crowded buffet table. Michael moved to a take a step near the entrance where they come in but froze. The diamonds in the safe were worth millions. It’d taken weeks to plan and they’d never get another shot. Whatever was going on with Danny could wait. He’d be pissed but he’d feel a lot better when he had a handful of diamonds in his grasp.
The teenager headed for the library despite his gut telling him to head the other direction. Getting past security was no problem for the young thief. The only thing that made him stutter was the woman in the red dress he nearly walked into as he slid into the library.
She gasped as Michael held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, guess I got lost on the way to the bathroom.”
Her startled expression was quickly changed into a warm smile as she eyed the boy up and down. Michael took in her raven hair, caramel colored skin, and warm brown eyes. His eyes couldn’t help but slide down as appraised the red sequined dress that hugged every single curve. She was probably an inch or two taller than him in her heels but he didn’t seem to mind.
“And just how old are you? Aren’t you a little young for this gala?”
“I’m twenty-one,” Michael lied. “What are you doing in here all alone?”
She shrugged, drinking in the blonde’s appearance with her chocolate eyes. “Just looking for something to do but I don’t think I need to look any further now that you’re here.”
Something tightened in Michael’s throat as she reached up to wrap a hand around his tie. He silently wished he was taller as she pressed their bodies together. His cheeks flushed bright red as she continued, “What would you like to do?”
The red in his cheeks turned a deep scarlet as she giggled. “First time, Michael?”
“N-no!” he stuttered, lying through his teeth.
Her eyebrows raised as he continued to stumble over his words. “I mean, yeah, er, no. Lots of times. Yeah. I-”
His rambling came to an end as he suddenly realized she’d said his name. How’d she know his name? Who was she?
“I have to go… My, um, my dad is waiting on me.”
Her eyes sparkled as she tightened her grip around the boy’s tie keeping him anchored to the spot. “I knew I saw Frost here. You know, Michael, your darling surrogate father owes me a lot of money. How much are you worth to him? What do you think he'd do to ensure his baby boy's safety?”
Michael’s eyes widened. He jerked his tie out of her grasp before taking a step back only to crash into what felt like a solid brick wall. A hand clamped down over his mouth so tightly as he felt fingers digging into his cheeks as another arm pinned his arms to his sides.
“Mmphh!”
The woman grinned as she began unlacing the teenager’s tie. The boy continued his fruitless struggle against the mountain of a man holding him still. Her manicured nails patted Michael’s cheek gently before she tied a rather large knot in the middle of the silken tie.
“Now, now. I can’t have you screaming your little mouth off, pretty boy. So, if you’ll just kindly keep quiet for a moment, things will go easier for you.”
Michael’s eyes widened as he continued to thrash and scream beneath his captor’s hold. The hand over his mouth was removed temporarily long enough for her to thrust the knot between his teeth.
“Helmmphh! Mmphh!”
His cries were quickly silenced as the tie was knotted tightly behind his head. The hand returned to its position over his mouth. The woman merely rolled her eyes as she unbuckled the teenager’s belt.
“Nnghh!”
“Oh hush. Don’t be so dramatic,” she chided before yanking the leather belt free.
Soon the belt was wound tightly over his wrists keeping them tightly bound together. She retrieved a small vial hidden between her breasts.
Uncapping it, she held the vial under her captive’s nose. A few seconds later, the boy’s struggles came to a stop as he slumped forward in his captor’s arms unconscious.
Capping the bottle, the woman stowed it back in its hiding place. “There, that’ll keep the brat quiet for now, Antonio. Now, let’s go those diamonds and Frost’s precious protégé out of here.”
“And what makes you think Frost will pay for the kid’s safe return, Sophia?”
She rolled her eyes as she turned her attention away from her hostage to the safe. “Frost treats the brat like he’s his own son. He’d jump through hoops to get the kid back. And he will for double-crossing us. Hell, he might even pay us double if he sees the kid’s been roughed up a little.”
The 6’5” broad man tossed the boy over his shoulders like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes as he followed his partner out the back door. They were careful to step over the bodies of the guards they’d taken out earlier. Making their way to their getaway car, Antonio asked, “And what if he doesn’t pay to get the brat back?”
“What pervert wouldn’t pay to own a young, blonde, green-eyed, slim, twink?”
The teenager smirked at his reflection in the dingy motel mirror as he smoothed back his dirty blonde hair. Standing there in his suit, the boy frowned as he began to struggle with tightening the black tie around his neck. Soon the mirror held a new face as an older and taller man appeared behind the boy with a scowl on his face.
“You turned eighteen three days ago and still can’t tie one of these damned things yet.”
Eighteen year old, Michael Easton rolled his eyes at his mentor, Daniel Frost. The seasoned ex-soldier continued to grumble around a cigarette poking out of his lips as the teenager leaned his head back to allow his mentor easier access to fit the tie around the boy’s collar. The elder man rolled the collar back down into place before smoothing down a crease on Michael’s tuxedo.
Michael had been bouncing in and out of foster care for years before he’d finally taken matters in his own hands and took to the streets to make his own way. It didn’t last long before he’d made the mistake of selecting Daniel as his target for a pickpocketing scheme. Needless to say, he had been caught easily. Feeling sorry for the then fourteen year old, Daniel had taken the boy under his wing into a life of crime that paid way more money than lifting wallets of passersby.
“Why learn when I have you, Danny?” Michel shrugged before leaving his reflection behind.
Daniel caught the boy’s arm and asked, “Okay then, hotshot. What’s the plan again?”
“We sneak into the gala at the Bursen’s Estate. You cause a distraction. I sneak into the library and lift the diamonds from the vault. Piece of cake.”
“If anything goes wrong-”
“I get out and wait for you in the south corner of the property by the stables. If something happens and you don’t meet me within an hour, we separate and meet back at the motel,” Michael finished before jerking his arm out of his mentor’s grasp. “Come on, Danny. We’ve done this a hundred times already and nothing has gone wrong.”
Daniel nodded before straightening his own tie in the mirror. Michael stared at the bits of gray hairs slowly fighting for dominance over the man’s own brown locks. They’d both changed a lot in the past four years. Michael had grown from a scrawny, freckled face kid to a slim young adult standing at 5’8”. Yeah, he didn’t have the height or muscle mass that Danny had but he’d take what he could get.
“You ever thought about dying all that gray hair, Danny? You’re really getting up there in years especially with all that smoking. Forty-six is coming up faster than you know it and-”
“Mike, shut up.”
.
The two had waltzed right into the gala without any issues. Michael was just about to make his way to the library before Daniel caught his elbow and pulled him back against the wall. Looking at his mentor with a questioning gaze, the older man merely shook his head before muttering, “Mike, we’re bailing. Now. I’ll explain later. Get out and head back to the motel.”
Before Michael could even question what was going on, his mentor was backing away towards the crowded buffet table. Michael moved to a take a step near the entrance where they come in but froze. The diamonds in the safe were worth millions. It’d taken weeks to plan and they’d never get another shot. Whatever was going on with Danny could wait. He’d be pissed but he’d feel a lot better when he had a handful of diamonds in his grasp.
The teenager headed for the library despite his gut telling him to head the other direction. Getting past security was no problem for the young thief. The only thing that made him stutter was the woman in the red dress he nearly walked into as he slid into the library.
She gasped as Michael held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, guess I got lost on the way to the bathroom.”
Her startled expression was quickly changed into a warm smile as she eyed the boy up and down. Michael took in her raven hair, caramel colored skin, and warm brown eyes. His eyes couldn’t help but slide down as appraised the red sequined dress that hugged every single curve. She was probably an inch or two taller than him in her heels but he didn’t seem to mind.
“And just how old are you? Aren’t you a little young for this gala?”
“I’m twenty-one,” Michael lied. “What are you doing in here all alone?”
She shrugged, drinking in the blonde’s appearance with her chocolate eyes. “Just looking for something to do but I don’t think I need to look any further now that you’re here.”
Something tightened in Michael’s throat as she reached up to wrap a hand around his tie. He silently wished he was taller as she pressed their bodies together. His cheeks flushed bright red as she continued, “What would you like to do?”
The red in his cheeks turned a deep scarlet as she giggled. “First time, Michael?”
“N-no!” he stuttered, lying through his teeth.
Her eyebrows raised as he continued to stumble over his words. “I mean, yeah, er, no. Lots of times. Yeah. I-”
His rambling came to an end as he suddenly realized she’d said his name. How’d she know his name? Who was she?
“I have to go… My, um, my dad is waiting on me.”
Her eyes sparkled as she tightened her grip around the boy’s tie keeping him anchored to the spot. “I knew I saw Frost here. You know, Michael, your darling surrogate father owes me a lot of money. How much are you worth to him? What do you think he'd do to ensure his baby boy's safety?”
Michael’s eyes widened. He jerked his tie out of her grasp before taking a step back only to crash into what felt like a solid brick wall. A hand clamped down over his mouth so tightly as he felt fingers digging into his cheeks as another arm pinned his arms to his sides.
“Mmphh!”
The woman grinned as she began unlacing the teenager’s tie. The boy continued his fruitless struggle against the mountain of a man holding him still. Her manicured nails patted Michael’s cheek gently before she tied a rather large knot in the middle of the silken tie.
“Now, now. I can’t have you screaming your little mouth off, pretty boy. So, if you’ll just kindly keep quiet for a moment, things will go easier for you.”
Michael’s eyes widened as he continued to thrash and scream beneath his captor’s hold. The hand over his mouth was removed temporarily long enough for her to thrust the knot between his teeth.
“Helmmphh! Mmphh!”
His cries were quickly silenced as the tie was knotted tightly behind his head. The hand returned to its position over his mouth. The woman merely rolled her eyes as she unbuckled the teenager’s belt.
“Nnghh!”
“Oh hush. Don’t be so dramatic,” she chided before yanking the leather belt free.
Soon the belt was wound tightly over his wrists keeping them tightly bound together. She retrieved a small vial hidden between her breasts.
Uncapping it, she held the vial under her captive’s nose. A few seconds later, the boy’s struggles came to a stop as he slumped forward in his captor’s arms unconscious.
Capping the bottle, the woman stowed it back in its hiding place. “There, that’ll keep the brat quiet for now, Antonio. Now, let’s go those diamonds and Frost’s precious protégé out of here.”
“And what makes you think Frost will pay for the kid’s safe return, Sophia?”
She rolled her eyes as she turned her attention away from her hostage to the safe. “Frost treats the brat like he’s his own son. He’d jump through hoops to get the kid back. And he will for double-crossing us. Hell, he might even pay us double if he sees the kid’s been roughed up a little.”
The 6’5” broad man tossed the boy over his shoulders like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes as he followed his partner out the back door. They were careful to step over the bodies of the guards they’d taken out earlier. Making their way to their getaway car, Antonio asked, “And what if he doesn’t pay to get the brat back?”
“What pervert wouldn’t pay to own a young, blonde, green-eyed, slim, twink?”