The Thief of Hearts
"Let go you cunt," the
boy yelled, and he swung one of his legs trying to land a kick in Micah's groin
area. He dodged the kick
still managing to hold on to the boy as again he tried another kick. Micah
wrapped his arms around the small boy and yelled, "If you don't stop struggling
and kicking I'm going to belt you." "Fuck off and let me
go arsehole," and he kicked out again. Micah swung one of his
hands not with a lot of force and slapped the boy on the face causing the boy's
head to swivel with the impact of the blow. "You fucking bastard
I'm going to kill you for that," the boy screamed as he struggled more
furiously. Micah again slapped
the boy a bit harder this time, and the boy fell to the floor. The boy slowly rose tears streaming down his face snot flowing from his
nose, "Why the fuck did you hit me." "Oh and I'm supposed
to stand still while you kick me in the goolies." The boy sniffed,
"What're you going to do now." "What have you taken
from the house?" "Nuthin,"
and he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his tracksuit top. "I'll ask you one more
time if I don't get a reasonable answer I'll call the cops and let them deal
with you, what've you taken from the house?" The boy put his hand
inside his pockets and withdrew a gold plated pen, thirty pounds in cash and
his mother's wristwatch, which would have been no great loss as she seldom wore
it. Still sniffing "That's it," he said handing it over to Micah. He took the items from
the boy and put them down on the coffee table. He took the boy by the arm and
dragged him along with him. "Where are you taking
me?" "Just shut up, you're
not in a position to ask questions," and Micah dragged the reluctant boy into
the kitchen. Inside he tore of a couple of kitchen towels and handed them to
the boy. "Clean your face and
wipe your nose you look a mess." "You fucking caused it
didn't you, you arsehole." "Ok I'm sorry you
satisfied." "Yeah." "If you want you can
wash your face in the sink, there's a hand towel you can use to dry with." "Thanks," the boy
washed his face and dried it then turned to Micah, "Now what?" Micah shrugged his shoulders
he felt sorry for the scrawny looking kid, "You want a drink of some sorts?" "You got a coke." "Yeah in the fridge
help yourself." The boy got his drink
opened it and guzzled a mouthful swallowed and belched. "Ah that's nice,
what're you going to do now?" "No idea I should
report you to the cops but you're too young to be locked up." "Who the fuck you
calling too young I'm fifteen." "What, you must be
joking I thought you were about eleven, or twelve at
most." "Yeah everybody thinks
that, that's why I get away with doing the things I do." Okay I suppose you'd
better get on home, but if you ever break into our house again and I find out
it's you I'll kick the shit out of you." "And how the fuck are
you going to find me? You haven't got a clue about my name or where I live and
for sure you're no Sherlock fucking Holmes." Micah looked at the
younger boy and smiled the boy was right there was no way he could ever find
him again when he left the house. "Okay so I won't be
able to find you again but just do me a favour and keep out of our house. Come
on I'll let you out of the front door." Micah led the way then
opened the door and stood to one side to let the boy out. As he was about to
leave Micah asked? "What's your name?" The boy continued his
way out of the house when he was outside he turned saying, "Luke, Luke Harrison
and what's yours?" "Micah
"Micah, what kind of a
fucking name is that." Micah angrily slammed
the door shut in the boys face then walked over to the front window to watch him
as he left. He was still standing
in the same place when the door had been slammed shut in his face, he shrugged
his shoulders turned and walked down the drive then out into the road and out
of sight. Micah tidied up some
of the mess that the boy had made in the sitting room then went upstairs to
shower and change. Later that evening as he walked home alone after visiting
with some of his friends at their local youth club, on a couple of occasions he
felt as if he was being watched. Both times he stopped and looked around
thinking that someone might be attempting to mug him but there was no one to be
seen. He continued on his way home this time increasing his pace and keeping
alert for the slightest sound but nothing else transpired and he was finally
able to enter into the sanctuary of his home. It was a couple of
weeks after the break in that Micah returned home after school on a Friday
looking forward to the long Bank Holiday weekend and in his case the half term
holiday. He knew the house would be empty as his parents seldom got home from
work before He opened the front
door stepped inside and nearly screamed with fright, and had to restrain his
bowels from emptying into his clothing, to see the same boy who had broken into
the house previously standing in front of him. This time the boy
wasn't ransacking the house he just stood in the hallway looking at Micah. Closing the door and
composing himself Micah looked at the boy and asked, "How the Hell did you get
into the house and what do you want?" "Umm I came to see
you." "That's nice of you
but when you come to visit someone you normally come to the front door and wait
till you're asked in." "Okay so I'm out of
line, but when I came around and knocked on the door there was no one in so I
went around the back and got in through the French Windows. You're dad should
really get something done about them any idiot can get in through those
doors. "I'll make it a point
of mentioning it to him, It'll be interesting to see
his reaction when I tell him the person who broke into the house twice, said
so." "You're not going to
mention it was me are you." "No Luke I won't." "You remembered my
name?" "Yeah what's so
remarkable about that?" "Umm I've forgotten
yours, I know it was something funny and you got fucking annoyed when I asked
you about it." "It's Micah and
there's nothing funny about it." "Yeah that's it I've
been doing my nut trying to remember it, what the fuck does it mean." "I've no idea, now you
know my name, why are you here?" "Uh, I just wanted to
see you again if you don't want me around I'll fuck off." "You don't have to
leave but next time for Christ sake don't break into our house just wait
outside or come back later, will you?" "Jeez what's the big
fuss I haven't touched a fucking thing I've only been waiting for you to come
home." "How
the Hell! Did you know I'll
be home first, say if one of my parents came home early?" "I'm not that bloody
stupid. I've been watching you for the last few days to see what time you came
home from school, and I kept an eye out from the front window to see who would
come home first just in case." "Okay now that you're
inside and you know my name what can we put the honour of this visit down to." "Jeez I just fucking
told you I wanted to see you again." Micah looked at the
younger boy, "Luke can you answer a question without getting all up tight and
swearing your head off." "I'm not up tight and
this is the way I fucking talk if you don't like it hard fucking luck." "Okay Luke now you've
seen me, now do you want to leave." "I don't want to
fucking leave but if you're telling me to Piss Off I will." "Jeez you've got a
mouth like a sewer." "Fuck You! I clean my
teeth every day." "Oh
Christ! I wasn't implying
your breath smelled Luke, it was because of your constant use of swear words in
nearly every sentence that you utter that made me make the remark." "Oh okay whatever. So
you don't want me to leave then huh." Micah looked at the
small boy it was hard to believe he was fifteen going on sixteen. The boy's
frankness and good looks in a way attracted you to him, and when he applied
that pleading look with his striking blue eyes it was very hard not to give in
to him. "I think I need my head
examining standing here talking to you, I'm going upstairs to get showered and
changed, and you can do what you want." Micah turned his back
on the boy and made his way upstairs only to hear footsteps behind him. He
swivelled his head and looked over his shoulder to see Luke following him and
smiled to himself at the same time thinking, "What the Hell does he want and
why would he risk breaking into their house just to see me." When Micah reached his
room he told Luke, to make himself comfortable, he grabbed
a change of clothing and headed for the bathroom. Ten minutes later he
emerged from his shower washed and changed to see Luke lying on his bed with
his eyes closed and apparently asleep. He walked over to the boy and slowly
removed his trainers and left him to continue his sleep while he made his way
downstairs to get something to eat. He made a couple of slices of toast and
some tea carried them over to the breakfast table to partake of his snack. He
sat down and was about to start when he looked up to see Luke standing in the
doorway. "So you decided to get up?" "I was kind of awake
when you took my trainers off but was too comfortable to get up. It was the
smell of the toast that did it." "You want some?" "Yep, please." Micah got up put another
couple of slices in the toaster and poured another cup of tea. When the toast
was done he took it over to the table where Luke had already seated himself and
put the food and drink in front of him "Thanks." "Your welcome," and
Micah sat down to continue with his snack. Luke sat and stared at
Micah. "What's wrong? Why
don't you eat instead of sitting there staring at me." "I was just thinking
you're something special." "Me,
special, why?" "Well it's not very
often you get a kid say sorry to a someone who breaks into his house twice and
even serves him tea and toast." "Look just finish your
food okay, I'll polish my halo later." Luke laughed and
started on his food. Five minutes later they'd finished and were washing and
putting away the crockery. Then with Micah
leading the way they made their entrance into the sitting room. He slumped onto
the end seat of the settee and was surprised when Luke dumped himself down
beside him. So you want to watch
some television?" "Micah asked. "If I wanted to watch
the fucking box I'd have stayed at home. I came here to see and talk to you, if
you're not interested in what I have to say just say so and I'll piss off." "Jeez you're bloody
touchy, okay I'm listening tell me what's so important that you have to break
into our house to talk to me." "I umm I, oh shit I
don't know how to fucking say it to make it sound nice so that you'll like it." "Look Luke I
understand, you can't express yourself in the same way as I do but just say
what's on your mind in the way that you normally talk and don't try buttering
it up you'll only make it sound shitty." "Okay, from the first
time I broke into you're house and we met and you were nice to me I sort of
fancied you. I'm what you and the rest call queer, but I just couldn't get you
off my mind. I've followed you all over the fucking place just to see you, I
know the school you go to and the boys that you hang around with and that
shitty Boys' Club you fucking visit with your mates. I've had heaps of wanks
just thinking about you at night, I know that you might think I'm a fucking
weirdo but I thought I'd better tell you then if you told me to Piss Off I'd
know that you're not interested, but I'd still like to be your friend." Micah was silent for a
moment then looking at the boy whose looks and size belied his age, and saw the
concern and anxiety on his face, he smiled in the hope that it would put Luke
at ease. "So are you going to
fucking say something or just sit there smiling looking smug?" Micah angry that the
boy's sudden outburst said, "I was smiling to try and put you at ease you
little shit or can't you differentiate between the two, but seeing you don't
need putting at ease just Piss Off then." "Oh, Uh, okay," and
Luke stood up his face drawn he looked at the older boy who'd been on his mind
for the last couple of weeks said, "Bye," and turned to leave the room. He'd only taken a step
when he was grabbed from behind and pulled back onto the settee again next to
Micah. "Not so fast I've still
got a few things to say before you go." "What for, you just
told me to Piss Off." "Yeah well you can do
that after I've said my piece. Firstly Luke, I'm flattered that you fancy me,
and I don't consider you a queer or any other name you can think of to express
your homosexuality. I would very much like to have you as a friend but that's
all, I don't think I'm in to having sex with you or any other boy for that
matter." "Have you got a
girlfriend?" "Umm no not at the
moment, but that can change very quickly if I meet the right girl." "Jeez how old are
you?" "I've just turned
seventeen." "Are you a virgin?" "Don't be so bloody
personal." "Jeez look at the size
of you and you're still a virgin." "I didn't say I was
still a virgin and what the hell has size got to do with it." "If you weren't a
virgin you'd be only too fucking keen to say so. A guy as big and as good
looking as you would have either all the birds sniffing around your crutch or
some other boy besides myself trying to get to know you. "How big are you?" "I'm six feet Luke and
weigh 175 lbs, and not everyone goes around shouting about their sexual
conquests. There are people who keep certain events in their lives private and
not to be relayed to the whole world. So whether or not I'm a virgin is my
business and what you and anybody else cares to think is irrelevant. "Do you always fucking
talk like that?" "Uh, what d'you mean." "All posh and all that
shit." "And do you always
talk like you've swallowed some shit." "Why do we always end
up fucking arguing? I came here to talk to you and see if you could like me as
much as I like you." "I'm sorry Luke it's
just the way that you talk and your incessant swearing that gets to me." "Well if I tried to
stop fucking swearing, oops if I tried to stop swearing when I talk will that
make it better." "I like you Luke
swearing or not but I'm not sure that we could be as close as you want it to
be." "Okay it's a start
anyway maybe when you get to know me better we could become closer, so are we
going to kiss and make up." "You're joking?" "Don't look so shocked
Micah what's a kiss amongst friends." "Yeah I've heard that
before, and it can lead to all sorts of things." "Come on just a small
one." Micah looked at the
pleading face, the boy certainly could put on that little boy lost look that
made you feel it would be a crime to refuse him whatever he asked. "Oh shit!" He
exclaimed then leaned forward and pecked the smaller boy on the lips. "Is that
alright?" He enquired. "What
the ff uh! What was that supposed
to be Micah?" "You asked for a kiss
and you got one, what more do you want?" "Shhhhhhii! Umm, okay can I give you a kiss now?" Luke leaned forward
and as Micah didn't object brought their lips together. His hand went around
the back of Micah's head to hold him. As their lips met Luke's mouth opened to
engulf the older boy's lips then his tongue snaked out to force its way between
the other set of lips, his tongue invaded the older boys
mouth seeking and finding the others. Tentatively Luke let his tongue touch and
stroke Micah's, the response was immediate his tongue was at once engaged and
their tongues swirled and danced in a ritual of erotic passion bringing moans
of pleasure from both boys. Now Micah's loins sprang to full erection and were
even more aroused when a hand gently cupped and softly massaged his scrotum.
The older boy suddenly broke away. "Stop
Luke." The younger boy saw
the look of concern on the older boys face, "I'm sorry Micah I'm sorry I
shouldn't have felt you up." Micah didn't say a
word he stood and lifted the boy and tucked him under his arm and carried him
to the front door opened it and set the boy down on his feet on the doorstep. "I think you'd better
go home Luke, I have to think about what happened just now, and not have you
around when I do so." "Micah I'm sorry pleeease
let me stay." "No go home." "Can I get my mobile I left it in the
sitting room on the chair." "Wait here I'll get it," Micah returned to
the sitting room retrieved the mobile and made his way back to the front door,
to see the younger boy standing on the doorstep with head bowed. Micah couldn't
help feeling sorry for him he looked so small and helpless which he knew from
experience was not the case, but still his emotions got the better of him. When
he reached the boy instead of giving him the phone he grabbed his hand and
pulled him back into the house closing the door behind him, and taking him back
to the sitting room, where he dumped him on the settee again and handing him
the mobile phone. "You're a thief Luke," he said sitting down
beside the younger boy. "I didn't steal anything when I broke in
this time I promise." "No nothing of monetary value, but you're
trying very hard to steal your way into my heart and you've very nearly
succeeded. I'm not about to let that happen unless I want it to, do you
understand." Luke grinned, "Okay Micah, whatever you
say." "And stop looking so sure of yourself
otherwise I'll kick you out again." "Sorry Micah," and
the boy hung his head. "Oh God! Quit it Luke you make me feel like some kind of monster every time
I tell you off, actually come to think of it you're the bloody monster you're
twisting me around your little finger," Luke looked at the older boy and refrained
from grinning he didn't want to push his luck too far instead putting on his
most innocent look, "I'll do whatever you want me to Micah." Micah grinned at Luke's little performance,
"Do you always go into your innocent little boys' act when you want to get away
with things." Luke knowing that Micah had sussed him out
now reverted to norm, "It helps when I get caught doing something I'm not
supposed to be doing. So what have you got in mind now?" "No idea you tell me, because every time I
make a decision to do something somehow you put an end to it." "Do you want me to go home to give you time
to think things over?" Micah looked at Luke and saw the
seriousness of his face, gone was the little boy lost look, in its place was
the face of a very beautiful young boy with light brown hair, who stood no more
than five feet two inches in height and weighed about 110lbs. Who at the moment
was concerned about what was going to happen to their friendship and which path
it would take. "Luke can you answer some questions for me
please?" "Sure go ahead." "Okay and I want an honest answer; do you
break into peoples houses often?" The boy looked him straight in the eye,
"Yes, and you don't have to preach to me how bad people feel when they find
their house broken in to I've heard it all before in the courts." "If you want to be friendly with me that stops
as of now otherwise get lost. I don't want to be
associated with a criminal." "Luke's face reddened he held his tongue
and nodded his head." "What happened to your voice you lose it
all of a sudden." "I'm leaving when you think you can talk to
me in a, in a," and Luke was struggling to find the words then blurted out,
"Fuck you," stood up and headed for the front door. As he exited the house and
walked to the front gate it was opened by Micah's parents who were just
returning home, he nodded to them and continued his way out of the premises. Inside after greeting his parents his
father asked, "What did that young boy want that we met at the gate." "That was Luke dad he's like a friend and
he's not so young he's nearly sixteen." "My goodness he must be the youngest
looking sixteen-year-old I've ever seen." "Yes he doesn't look his age anyway dad
you'd better get something done about our French Windows in the sitting room." "Why the concern about
those all of a sudden?" "Dad you have to promise not to say or do
anything if I tell you why you need to get the French Windows made more
secure." Mr. Anderson saw the seriousness of his
son's face then agreed to his wishes. Micah then relayed the events of the
break in two weeks ago and also the second and informing him that the culprit
was the same boy he'd seen leaving the premises. Mr. Anderson thought for a moment then
confronted his son, "Micah, why would you want to protect that boy, he's a
thief, and you don't know how many other peoples houses he's broken in to, and
the emotional upset it can cause." "I know that dad, but he just sort of got
to me and I let him go. Maybe because he looks so young and he feels that what
he's doing is not all that bad. I think he needs someone to talk to him to make
him realize the consequences of his actions and to get him to change." "And I suppose you think that person could
be you." "Well I thought so dad, but I think I just
blew it, I wasn't very tactful in my approach to the subject that's why you saw
him leaving when you arrived." "Well I won't take the matter any further
as promised on this occasion Micah, but any more break-ins in this neighborhood
in the future and I'll tell the police what I know and give a description of
the boy." "Okay dad." A couple of hours later saying goodbye to
his parents saw Micah leaving the house on his way to meet his friends at their
youth club. After he'd walked for about five minutes he felt as if he was being
followed. He looked around hoping to see Luke but the streets were empty, he
decided to walk a bit faster then when he came to a turning he swung down the
street and ducked into the nearest doorway and waited to see if anyone was
following him. He waited a minute and nobody appeared he gave it another minute
and still no sign of anyone following him, he came out from his position looked
around and resumed his walk to the youth club. Three hours later he came out of the club
with his friends and started his walk home, arriving at the first junction he
made his goodbyes and turned in the direction that would take him to where he
lived. He walked quickly and this time there was no feelings of unease of being
watched as he walked along the streets. Nearing his house he noticed a form sitting
on the gate. "Luke," he recognized the boy at once and he smiled, his heart
beat faster and he quickened his pace to confront the form on the gate. "Hi," Luke mouthed as he drew near." "You been waiting long?" Micah asked." "Long enough, you're fucking hopeless at
trying to sus someone out. That move of ducking into a doorway and waiting for
someone to appear went out in the fucking dark ages,
you've been watching too much bloody tele. Micah looked at the small form and felt
like hitting him but at the same time he wanted to pick him up and squeeze him
into his body, and that is exactly what he did saying, "Shut your shitty little mouth." and
brought their lips together. As the older boy lifted him off the gate
Luke wrapped his legs around Micah's waist while their mouths and tongues took
them on a ride of enlightenment towards each other. Luke clung onto what to him
was a gentle giant of a boy that he had fallen in love with on their first
meeting, like a baby monkey clings to its mother. The kiss ended and their
heads drew back so that they could gaze at each other. "I'm sorry Luke for being rude to you
earlier." "That's why I fell in love with you you're
always saying sorry when you really don't have to. Jeez Micah you're so big and
you're saying sorry to a little runt like me and you didn't do anything wrong." "Just drop the subject, now what are you
doing out so late at night?" "Waiting for you." "Oh Jeez that was a stupid bloody question,
okay won't your parents be concerned that you're out so late." "No I happen to live in a home for children
and can get in and out whenever I please without them knowing, I don't have any
parents." Micah looked at the small boy in his arms
leant forward and rubbed their noses together, "You want to come inside?" He pecked Micah on the lips, "Yeah." Lowering Luke to the ground then grabbing
him by the hand Micah led him inside the house. The End (Of Part I) If
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