MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

My annoying Irish Flatmate

Authors note: Thanks to anyone who is reading this. (If Riley reads this, I'll tell mum you read gay fanfiction so...just sayin ^-^)

P.O.V: Sebastian Moran.

"Fuck off, Jim." I groaned, pulling the white douvet tightly over my head. It was sometime around 7am in the morning and I knew I wasn't getting up for the blopdy apocolypse, let alone my irritaing irish son of a bitch flatmate, James Moriarty. Nope. Sorry. No fucking way. Not happening.

"Sebby!!" He whined in his irish tilt, the light patter of his feet echoing in the quiet room as they touched the floor. "Sebby, I'm bored!!" He continued to whine.

I grunted in response, keeping a killer grip on my douvet. Annoying bastard.

"Sebby!! Sebby!! Sebby!!" He continued to whine, tugging at my cover with every 'Sebby'.

"Fuck off!" I snapped, blindly kicking out at where I presumed he was. I felt his grip give way and blissfull silence filled my ears. Settling back down, I could feel myself drifting back to sleep...

"Sebbyy!" His voice rang out in a sing song voice as something cold and hard prodded me in the chest. I slowly opened my eyes to find my sniper pointed in my face.

"Sebby, how do you use this thing??"

I groaned loudly and closed my eyes again, dramatically draping an arm across my face. "You're already killing me, Jim, you don't need my gun..."

He began to sing, making me groan in horror. I was going to kill him.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah...Stayin' alive, stayin' alive..."

"JIM, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"The hiiiilllsss are aliivveee! With the sound of MUSSIICC!"

I grabbed a pillow and aimed it at his face, muffling the start of what sounded like 'Don't stop believing.' ...I seriously was regretting introducing him to 'Glee'.

"SEBBY!! SEBBY !!AH AH! THIS TIME FOR AFRICA!"  He started dancing around the room in a crude/happy sort of way. I groaned, facepalming. Given he was a psychopath, how could he be so bloody childish.

"Fuck off and let me sleep you Irish prick!"

Silence filled my ears as another harder prod in the chest reminded me he still had my gun.

"James." I warned, my voice muffled by my arm.

"Sebastian." He replied, mimicking my deeper voice.

I sighed loudly, slinging my arm around his neck and pulling him down next to me. "If you break my fucking gun, I will murder you and I will make it look like an accident. You taught me enough to know how."

Jim chuckled, snaking his slender arms tightly around my waist. "You wouldn't though. You love me." He snuggled deeply into my side, surprising the hell out of me...Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy it. With his extra warmth, I could feel myself surrendering to the sweet sound of sleep...But oh no, he couldn't just stop there. Nope. He had to ruin the moment.

"Sebby you're so boring."

I grunted, poking his nose. "Well you're so fucking annoying."

A pout dominated his petit features, making him look beyond adorable. Wait. No, shut up. I really couldn't afford to think like that, so I closed my eyes again, trying to think about something else. Anything else, except the boy next to me. This was...Just a game.

Think about your sniper...The cold metallic feel...The trigger...The...The

I felt Jim snuggle even more into my side unexpectedly, making me groan loudly.