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Stealing at it's Best (NaoChan and Rainbows)

It was dark when Chrystofer finally got home. Yawning to himself, he parked his car and got out, going straight up to the bedroom. He unlocked the door and opened it, smirking a bit when he saw that Sam was still here. He walked inside and went to the little bar, fixing himself a quick something to eat. He sat at the bar, just watching Sam.
 
Sam heard Chrystofer's car pull up and got the idea to hide under the bed, but then he figured that'd be too childish. He just went on with making a sandwich and sat on the bed, eating it. He didn't give much of a response when Chrystofer came in. He only raised his hand and waved a bit "Hey." He added as well, and continued to eat his sandwich, paying no further attention to him or what he was doing.
 
Chrystofer nodded back at Sam when he greeted him. After a couple long moments of silence, Chrystofer blinked a bit at Sam. "What were you dreaming last night?" he asked curiously, cocking his head a little bit at him. Only one person had questioned about his face and he had sent that person packing up and fired. No one else dared to question him about it the whole day.
 
Sam looked over at him suddenly, a bit confused as to why he was asking now. He was usually fine with it when he wasn't being super emotional and pouty like last night. He looked back at his food before answering. "The death of my family." He said, and took another bite of his sandwich, chewing it for a bit before swallowing and looking back over to Chrystofer to see his reaction.
 
Chrystofer nodded a little bit. That would explain why he struck out at him like he had. "Ah, I see." It would also explain why he hadn't seen or heard of any missing person reports and why he didn't have a home to go back too. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, finishing up his dinner before walking over to the bed.
 
Sam nodded a bit then looked back down to his food. He suddenly wasn't very hungry. He smiled a bit as Chrystofer said he was sorry though there was obviously no happiness behind it. "Not as sorry as I am." He said, setting his healf eaten sandwich on the plate and then the plate on the bedside table. He didn't even flinch as Chrydtofer came over to the bed like he normally would have.
 
Chrystofer moved behind Sam, wrapped his arms around the other male and pulled him onto his lap, just hugging him. He rested his chin on his shoulder, not expecting Sam to tell him what had happened. But that was alright. Chrystofer didn't need to know. He nuzzled against the other softly, in a nonsensual manner.
 
Sam's eyes widened as he was pulled into the other's lap. He hadn't really been expecting that. He thought it was going to go bad pretty fast, but Chrystofer only nuzzled and seemed to want to cuddle with him. A small smile creeped upon his face as Chrystofer did that. it was the first sign of compassion he had gotten from him in the past three days. He smiled and leaned his head against Chyrs's, actually enjoying the close proximity for once.
 
"Mm.." Chrystofer smiled a little bit, liking that Sam was actually a little bit comfortable with him. He kind of forgotten that this was the man that was going to rob him. He let out a small breath, a part of him actually kind of falling for this boy. He closed his eyes, holding onto Sam a little bit tighter.
 
Sam closed his eyes, snuggling a bit more into the other's lap. He really was liking this side of Chrystofer. It almost made him forget that this was the man who had taken advantage of him twice and threatened to take him to the police if he didn't stay locked in his room forever. But he didn't think of that now, only the good side of Chrys that he was seeing now. He turned his head to the side and gave him a light peck on the cheek before leaning back into him a bit, completely comfortable with him now.
 
"I'm tired," Chrystofer whispered, slowly sitting back against the pillows, resting his head on Sam's shoulder, and closing his eyes. He released a small breath. Today had been a long day at work, filled with people coming in and out of his office to report something. Sometimes good, most of the time bad. He snuggled against Sam and still didn't release him.
 
Sam nodded. He wasn't tired at all, all he had donw was sat around all day so no reason to be tired. Sam just laid there, now completely relaxed as he only heard Chrystofer's breathing in his ear, normally it would have bothered him but it had been so long since he had just laid next to someone that didn't want to steal from him or kill him that it was kind of nice. He let out another sigh, a small smile growing on his face as they just laid there together, it amazed him but he couldn't help but kind of like this man.
 
Sam would know when Chrystofer pass out when his breathing evened out against his neck and his hold loosened. Oh, he felt nice to fall asleep holding someone. He kind of missed holding someone. It had been too long, but most didn't want to stay with a workaholic. Work came first when you owned that much money and took care of the people that helped him.
 
Sam's smile faded as the other fell asleep. Now he would just have to lay there until he fell asleep. And he hated doing that, especially when he wasn't tired like this. After about two hours of counting shadows on the wall Sam finally drifted off to sleep. Sam hadn't been with anyone in quite a while, mainly because when you're a street urchin no one wants to be with you, and if they do you can't really trust them.

He didn't know how long he was asleep, but he woke up before the sun came up today, it was probably around five in the morning from what he guessed. He slipped out of bed, knowing he didn't wake Chrystofer up because Chrystofer no longer had his arms around him, and took the keys that were on the table, going to the door and opening it, and slipping out. Sam wondered around the house for a while. He didn't intend to run away, but he knew that when Sam woke up he would most likely be mad as hell. He moved into the kitchen and began making breakfast for them, the servents that got there were a bit confused as to who the hell he was and why he was doing some their job.
 
Chrystofer mumbled incoherently when Sam had gotten out of the bed. He then rolled over, pulling the covers up under his chin. He nuzzled into his pillow with a small sigh. He didn't wake, instead he stayed fast asleep. He still had an hour or two before he had to go to work. He was going to take those two hours greedily and stay asleep.
 
Sam just waved the servents away and said he was Chrystofer's personal assistant at home. They just got more confused but left him alone. He went along with making breakfast, not knowing what to cook so he cooked a wide varity for two. By the time Chrystofer was suposed to wake up Sam had made Pancakes, eggs (both scrambled and over easy), toast, bacon, and sausage. He had piled it all on plate and sat it on the table along with coffee and a small cup of orange juice. For someone who lived on the streets he was a surprisingly good cook.
 
Chrystofer wrinkled his nose a little bit, taking in a deep breath as a very yummy aroma feeling his nose and watered his mouth. "Mm..." he murmured, rolling over and blinked a little bit when he didn't see Sam in bed with him. He glanced around a moment, then looked at the table that his keys were and cursed when the spot was empty. He got out of bed quickly, running down the stairs and blinked when he saw Sam in his kitchen.

That had...scared him...he blinked a little bit more, his brow furrowing into a frown. Scared him? He was scared that Sam could have been gone? He shook his head a little bit at himself as he walked over to the counter.
 
Sam heard the running down the stairs and paused what he was doing, flinching a bit as he expected to either be yelled at or hit or a combination of the two. He looked over to see Chrystofer frowning but not completely angry. He gave a little sigh of releif and turned back to cleaning one of the pans he had used. "Morning." He said as if nothing had been wrong. "Food's on the table if you wanna eat it." He said just focusing on cleaning.
 
Chrystofer nodded a little bit at him. So that's what he was smelling. Sam's food. This smelled a lot better than what his servants often came up with. "It smells delicious," he whispered, nodding a little bit as he started to eat and groaned at the taste. Perfect. It tasted wonderful. "Where did you learn to cook?" he asked curiously.
 
Sam looked back at him for a moment as he groaned at the taste, he was hoping that was a good thing and it was. He smiled a bit at the question. "When I was six, I used to cook with my mom all the time." He said, thinking about his mum now. "And since then I've never forgotten the way she did it." He added, finishing up the pan and drying it before going and sitting down and started to eat as well. He had put a bit more food on Chrystofer's plate than he had his own because he wasn't used to eating a lot.
 
Chrystofer nodded a little bit. He couldn't cook for the live of him. He could burn water if he tired, he knew it. It was after eating out too much that he decided he had to hire a cook so he wouldn't get fat. "This is really good," he said, nodding a little bit as he continued to eat. When he was done, he got up and set his plate in the sink.
 
Sam smiled as he complimented his food. "Thanks." He said simply. He didn't know what made him think to cook breaskfast for Chrystofer, but he did. Sam had finished before Chrystofer had so he already in the kitchen when he put his plate by the sink. Sam went ahead and washed it, wondering if Chrystofer would let him just roam around the house today rather than just sitting up in his room the whole time.
 
"I have to go to work," chrystofer whispered, glancing over at Sam for a moment. He cocked his head to the side a little bit before leaning in and kissing his lips, gently, but with so much passion, it almost made his own head spin at the kiss he was giving. After a moment, hoping he left the boy breathless. He gave a small smile before going upstairs to change and then left for the day.
 
Sam jsut nodded, mainly paying attention to the dishes he was washing. His eyes widened at the sudden kiss, it had definitly shocked him, but he didn't fight it at all. In fact he didn't do anything, just closed his eyes was all he could manage to do before Chrystofer just left. Sam was left ust standing there, not really sure of what to do. He just went back to washing the dishes but was soon done and comensed with walking around the house, not leaving any doors unopened unless it was locked. Though he could have gone in them if he wanted because he had keys, to to what they went to he wasn't quite sure.
 
As Chrystofer was driving home for the night, all he could hope was that Sam was still there. And if he wasn't...well...that was okay...kind of. He wouldn't be happy, that was for sure, but he would survive. Lovers left him all the time. It wasn't no surprise. He pulled into his driveway, locked up his car, and walked inside of his home. He looked around, wondering where Sam could be..if he was still even here.
 
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