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Thief of Hearts

There was a golden light approaching. Maybe it was coming through the long, damp corridors of the catacombs where none were welcome, or maybe it was coming through the rich woods surrounding the farm known as Thirst's Bane. The place where the light shone, of course, did not matter, never mattered since time stopped making sense. Now, were Theo allowed to say such a vain word as now, all that mattered was the long screech of the wooden door, the sound he so anxiously waited for. And the light, that which ceased and grew, pulsed and encompassed all that allowed itself to be possessed.

Theodore could feel the light rummaging through his mind, opening long closed doors and healing forgotten wounds, soothing his old thirst for violence. Now, as he lay in the unconfortable wooden chair and drank from the scratched bottles of unindentifiable spirits, Theo thought of the first time he saw that golden light of childhood innocence and adult seductiveness.

He closed his eyes and felt the cold metal of the crown jewels.

It took two weeks of careful planning to understand the convulated patrols of the guards. They changed every day, but it took him little time to understand that they were decided by the day of the month -- on every day ended with a three, they switched guards at nine thirty pm and at four fifteen am. When Theodore decided upon the weakest, most vulnerable patrol, he set out to fulfill his expected role as a thief. An expert infiltrator, a cold-blooded lizardman, a man of class and finesse, one who took pride in never using a knife to kill another, -- although he frequently depended on using chloroform to breach through security.

His sources told him the crown jewels were kept at the catacombs. Many did he bribe and ambush, and all told the same. So there was little doubt in his mind and no hesitation in his actions. Entering the palace was easy; with a few thrown bottles of beer he made enough noise as to attract the gate guard. With a quick jump from the shadows, an old rag choking the wakefulness from the dog guard, it was over. It was a tad bothersome undressing him and assuming disguise, but, after that, all went smoothly according to plan. With his knowledge of the patrol routines he managed to enter the building withouth being seen -- necessary, since there were no lizards working as guards in the palace, so his disguise was purely a last measure of keeping undetected.

As he navigated the long, extensively decorated corridors, he came to the dining room. There he overhad to guards talking in hushed whispers; an intruder was seen at the courtyard; what? Are you serious?; yes, they say it's a cat, one of these siameses from the slums. After that, they proceeded to another room. Theodore continued with his journey of thievery.

The light, at first, blinded him. As he navigated through the long, dark corridors of the catacombs, going with his precarious night vision and no fire to act as guide, the silhoutte extended from the shadows. Theodore immediately noticed the tail, swishing back and forth, and managed to define the head, the perky ears. The knife in the hand.

It was then, before Theodore could act upon the wish to hide, that the blinding light was born. It did not penetrate the darkness, -- no, it was somewhat dull, a luminosity that guided but lifted no veil of deceptiveness, one that immediately and obviously showed itself as dangerous and tricky. And yet, Theodore could not stop himself from falling in the trap; before he could run away, he was already approaching the cat, hands stretched, breathing shallow.

-- Hello there, scaly boy. -- said the cat, smilling like an angel. -- Nice to see a fellow artisan of the illegal here. Now now, I want you to remain calm and peaceful. See, no need for violence here, I am sheathing my knife -- and so he did --. Well, you can call me Cat, since that's what I am, and know you that we are, undoubtedly, looking for different targets. I can see in your face; you want the jewels, no? Well, I am what you could call a psychic, so I can see that sorta thing.

Theodore nodded, blinded and attracted by the golden light emanating from the stranger.

-- Now now, -- proceeded the Cat, -- why don't we stick together? What I want is kept near the jewels, so no need for competition. Now, no need for an answer, I can see it in your eyes. Shall we?

The alliance was immediate. Ten minutes later, they were atop the sleeping guards responsible for the stash of ancient scrolls of magic, and five minutes after that the crown, and many more valuables, were on their sacks. They escaped, an so began their life of crime together.

The knife. As Theo lay on the unconfortable wooden chair, drinking from bad booze, the lizard fingered the same knife the Cat had used at the night they met. He had already searched the house, and easily found the stash of incriminating money and scrolls.

Now he waited for the light. Or, if the light did not come, the recipient of it, the one responsible for it's existence, would come. He, the Cat, would come, Theo was sure.

After the palace came the cathedral, and later was the cultural heritage museum. The security at the city became rigid, so they moved to Saint Alphonse, the second biggest city in the nation, and there they restarted their life of crime. The big mansions, the music houses, the banks, -- none was safe from their expert hands.

With his precious knife, the Cat chopped vegetables, threw them in the pot and lit the fire. Later came the rabbit meat, and lastly the spices. Theodore, sitting on a lonesome chair, waited, impatient, but restrained himself and his hunger because of the dim light emanating from the Cat. That magical light, that which calmed him and made the world an alright place. It was if -- it was if as he had never been sold as a slave, separated from his dear family, and had never been used as a dog on the tobacco plantations. As if he had not escaped, since that was never necessary to begin with, and had never become an outlaw.

The Cat fixed him, collected his small, lost pieces and completed the puzzle. His tender smile, his sweet words, the way he talked so little and said so much. And yet, even though Theodore could not help but smile every time the Cat faced him with these big, blue eyes, he could not come to think and define what he, himself, felt. He did not think if these burning sensations were love or a strong bond of friendship and merely apreciated the warm light that came from the Cat. When, in their precairous hideouts, they changed clothes in front of one another, Theo fought to hide his blush and, later, erection. When alone, Theo masturbated furiously, thinking of the Cat's compact balls, his cute sheath, the pink rose beneath his tail.

Theo was happy and ignorant.

That is, until Mansion Albert happened. Their first failed heist, one where barely they escaped with their lives, -- and with no loot. It was then, in the middle of the escape, that Theodore for the first time saw the Cat without the light. As they ran, the Cat was too tired, too unfocused, to use his psychic powers to impose the soothing light.

When they finally found a hiding place, -- beneath a fetid bridge -- Theodore locked eyes with the Cat and, finally, saw his friend as the frail being he was. He was bony on the legs and a bit pudgy, his canines were too big to fit inside his mouth, his eyes were even somewhat scary in the darkness.

It was then, at that moment, that Theodore understood the exact nature of the Cat; a thief of hearts.

-- Cat, what's your name? You neva told me that. -- asked Theo.

The answer came without hesitation.

-- My name is Albert. Now shut up, you fool. The guards are searching for us.

It was after that day that the original light ceased and a new one was born. Albert no longer used his powers to blind Theodore, and Theo no longer followed him in search of an inner peace he could not give himself.

Three days later, Albert came with an idea that would save them.

-- Truffles, -- he said. -- All the fat pigs are searching for it, rummaging in the dirt just for it's scent. Let's abandon this thief life, Theo, we have plenty of money. Let's live a new one, you and me, let's buy some hounds and train them to search for these mushrooms. We don't even have to make money, we have plenty for five lifetimes. Will you come with me?

Theo did not come. Not at first. The thievery was deeply rooted in him. But life became dull and the heists difficult to pull, so used to was he of the idea of acting in a duo.

It did not take him long to abandon the life and to initiate the journey to the woods where Albert was.

Do not drink a stranger's booze, he was told. It is well to seek refuge in someone's house around these parts, everyone is welcoming, but do not drink their booze. That is an unforgivable offense.

So, what was he doing now? Drinking Albert's booze, since they were no strangers to each other. Waiting for the golden light to emerge from the door, the light that was clear and cleansed him, the light of Albert's bony legs and scary eyes. The one light that saved him.

But time passes, and Albert does not come. Theo fills himself with bottle after bottle of Albert's farm until falls fast asleep. He is awakened hours later by a pair of furry arms carrying him and gently placing him amidst white linen sheaths. When he opens his eyes, he sees the the blue, blue eyes that he so much loves. Without thinking, Theo extends a hand and grabs Albert, subsequently pulling him to the bed.

There they lie, and after a few seconds Theo feels Albert's hot breathing. The cat comes closes, closer, until they are almost spooning one another, and slowly, with great gentleness, Albert invades Theo's privacy by searching the base of his tail. One finger invades him, and Theo breathes in sudden relief when another hand pulls his pants and gently takes hold of his cock.

After a brief warm up, enough to harden the two of them, Albert grabs Theo and repositions his drunken form. The cat stays between his legs and starts licking and sucking the reptile shaft, tasting it's saltness, feeling the rigid center coursing through his throat. With another hand, lubed with copious amounts of spit, Albert inserts one, two, three fingers in Theo's confines.

Until. Until Albert, dizzy and immersed in a pleasure difficult to grasp, breaks the position and gets on four, exposing his buttcheeks and rosebud.

-- Do it. -- says the lizard.

With no hesitation, the cat complies. Immediately Theo regrets his decision; the barbs are violent inside him. But, as time passes and his teeth grind, a new pleasure swells, and before he knows it, his cock, Albert's stroking hand is and the sheets are wet with his cum.

When the cat finally cums, a sudden light surges inside his scaly body. Once more he cums, a runny tasteless cum, and falls on the bed. On the verge of unconsciousness, Theo hears a whisper that puts him to complete ease.

-- I love you too.