Little Lion Man (NeighbourhoodBomber/Sebastian Moran)

James Moriarty was 18 years old, came from an Irish background, he was the only Moriarty to make it to university - his brother was in the Army and doing well. And now Jim was off to Corpus Christi to study mathematics.

The long-ish journey from Liverpool seemed to take forever, after a few hours he arrived in Oxford - very suiting.

He settled into his dorm, he hoped that the person he shared with his was not annoying or stupid. Another mathematician or scientist would be nice. Jim set the desk up with his chemistry kit - molecular structure beads and a picture of his brother. He always looked up to his brother - a loyal independent man. James however was young, fun and enjoyed being a tease. He was always in trouble, but never caught.

He noticed a piece of paper on the spare bed, it was the name of his share.

Sebastian Moran - what an interesting name he thought.

Sebastian had never expected to get into university in the first place, he had never been the best in college or the smartest but apparently smart enough to get into university it seemed. He had always been quite the bully, annoying and torturing others in his class that he didn't like and hated. He was immature and not well mannered, never showing respect for teachers or anyone else he felt didn't need it.

The thought of who he would be sharing his room with was interesting, hopefully not someone he couldn't stand and absolutely hated. He would be studying chemistry, a subject he had taken a liking to for a while and found it interesting enough.

He reached the door of his dorm and stepped inside, his eyes immediately focusing on the figure of his new room mate, a smaller, dark haired boy. "Hi." he muttered, staring at him curiously before dumping his bag on the nearest bed which had the piece of paper with his name on it. "Sebastian Moran." he exclaimed, holding out his hand in a sort of friendly fashion to shake the other's.

Jim was reading one of his books when he heard a noise and looked up; and he smiled devilishly trying to deduce what he could from the young boy in front of him.
Jim held out is hand and shook it.

"Jim Moriarty, Hi." he said in a sing song tone. "Nice to meet you Sebastian. Come in, I don't bite much." he then continued chewing the gum and offered a piece.

Sebastian wasn't entirely sure what to say to "I don't bite much." He didn't recall anyone ever saying that to him but other than that, he found Jim fascinating. It wasn't just how he talked-Sebastian enjoyed hearing something other than another English accent-but how he presented himself and seemed the confident type.

He cautiously took the piece of gum and slipped it into his mouth, continuing to take in Jim's features and curious to know more about him. "You're from Ireland, aren't you?" he asked with a grin, he knew the accent well; and laid down on his bed, placing both hands behind his head.

Jim observed Sebastian with a smirk and took in the ruggedness of his demeanour.

"Yeah, Dublin." he then cocked his head. "So Sebastian, let me guess - chemistry or engineering?"

He sensed that Sebastian would not choose a soft skillset such as English or Drama; and he didn't seem too bright for biology or mathematics.

"Thought so." he said, staring at him amazed when Jim asked what he would be studying. How the hell could he have guessed so easily? Sebastian couldn't help but feel impressed by the other's intelligence.
"Chemistry. But how did you-?" he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What about yourself?" he asked, absent mindedly opening his bag and pulling out cigarettes and a lighter then casually lighting one and taking a long drag from it.

He knew Jim would possibly be studying something that required a lot of brain work; he had to admit Jim was smart, definitely smarter than himself of all people anyway.

((Just a thought, but do you think we should add in Carl Powers? It could make it more interesting. Even if he ended up being Sebastian's friend and Jim could be jealous because he sees Seb as his friend and no one else's. I think jealousy would be quite funny and it'll help lead to them having sex as we're planning. If you want, of course.))

Jim smirked; he was always right when it came to people's career choices. He laughed lightly.

"Oh - you do not seem the type to do the poofy courses like drama and English. However I can see chemical burns on your hand, so it was either Chemistry or Engineering."

Jim shook his head at the smoking, he could not understand people's need for harming their body. Unless it was for science.

"Oh..I am studying Pure Mathematics. But I have an interest in chemistry and ballistics."

((Powers would be great..well done Seb :-) MorMor is brilliant..))

Sebastian automatically looked at his hand, staring at the burns for himself. He still couldn't understand how Jim had spotted them or known. Sebastian found him fascinating and was curious to know more about him, not just what he was studying.

"Maths. Not surprising at all..." he muttered under his breath, talking another drag from the cigarette then afterwards blowing a ring of smoke.
Brain work. He had been right about something at least. Sebastian would never have taken maths, he hated the subject and had been pretty much useless at it. But Jim was smart enough, he was sure.

"When did you move to England or did you just come over here because of uni?" he asked interested, wanting to know more about the other and find out as much as he could.

Jim smiled at his own deductions and laughed lightly. This Sebastian would be very interesting, seems like the type of bloke that he could work and play with.

Seductively he walked around the room, then moved his head in a reptilian fashion.

"I came here for university, and the fact my folks tried to chuck me out." he smirked. "I have been here for about two years I guess - well Liverpool."

Jim coughed; not appreciating the smoking. But it could be worse.
"Tell me more about you then Tiger?"

Sebastian amusingly watched Jim walk around, his eyes never moving off the younger boy. He felt as if he could somehow relate to him easily, not finding him annoying or a waste of space at all. He was actually starting to enjoy the other's company.

"My dad would have done anything to get me out of the house." he said with obvious dislike; he had never been close with his dad.

Tiger? he thought, laughing slightly at the nickname he had seemed to be just given, smirking as he stared back on the question. "I'm from London, not very interesting to tell you the truth."

Jim smiled and walked over to his own chemistry set; and smirked to himself.

"Parent's can be a problem, that's why I prefer my current lifestyle - alone protects me and of course I hope I can find a wing-man of sorts." he laughed.

"London is great, people underestimate me. Do you know that there is a shooting range here? I usually go in at night, turn the CCTV off."

Sebastian smirked, smiling as Jim spoke-his accent was enjoyable to listen to and Sebastian would be able to have him drone on all day without getting tired of it.

"I suppose I could be a sort of wing-man of yours if you wanted." he joked, laughing with him.

"Yeah, London is great but you can get tired of it after a while. I basically know every street and road so there's nothing new there." he muttered, grinning. "There's a shooting range? I'm definitely tagging along the next time you go then."

Jim began setting up some chemicals - formaldehyde and potassium permanganate. He cocked his head and turned.

"Yes the shooting range is in the East wing - the CCTV is easy to turn off. I prefer pistols - a Browning or a Sig." he walked over and took Seb's hands and examined them. "You Sebastian, are a sniper..an excellent marksmen I reckon too."

Sebastian watched Jim with what he was doing, daydreaming most of the time but still listening intently and taking in his every word.

"A sniper." he repeated, looking down at his own hands but seeing nothing that would indicate or tell him he was a sniper. He still couldn't understand how Jim could sense or tell just by looking at his hands.

"I do prefer rifles... I've always wanted one." he muttered, looking from his hands back up to Jim. "Do you reckon they'd have any?"

Jim turned and smiled; "Of course there will be rifles, it's an old military base. You will make an excellent sniper. Have you considered the army?"

Jim then sat on Seb's bed and leaned in close; stroking his leg gently.

"I see things most normal people don't see."

Sebastian smiled appreciatively at Jim for the compliment; he hadn't expected it but it was still nice to hear as he wasn't used to them but mainly insults.

"The army would be interesting, yes. Very exciting though, the whole experience." he replied, his eyes lighting up excitedly at the thought if he was to ever join. Although he really shouldn't get his hopes up in case.

He started at the touch; he had been lazily daydreaming again after Jim suggesting the army and glanced at the other's hand for a second before resuming his gaze on the other's face curiously. "What do you mean?"

Jim ran his finger up Seb's leg, and nodded.

"I see things in people, the way they act and hold themselves can tell me what they are - like I said you were a chemist. Some people are very easy to read, however you are not. I want to know more, and I will."

Jim smirked; "Have you ever tried drugs?"

Sebastian got distracted again by the other's finger but ignored it once more, trying to concentrate on their conversation.

"I thought you could read me very well though, you've already said a lot of things that are completely true about me."

He smirked at Jim's next question: "I have actually. Quite a lot to be honest."
In fact, he had some in his bag along with the cigarettes but wondered if Jim could figure it out for himself from the cheeky, mischievous look Sebastian was giving him.

Jim smiled then leant forward; grabbing Seb's wrist. Jim smirked and walked away.

"Your eyes are dilated, you have an increased heart rate and your voice changed when I asked you."

Jim then went to the window and looked out of it; then laughed.

Sebastian cleared his throat, swallowing hard at the other's deduction. "I didn't hear my voice change." he muttered, not sure if he was lying to himself or not.

He couldn't tell either that his eyes had dilated because obviously he couldn't see them although he had felt his own heart racing.

"Clever." he said simply, now staring at Jim's back.

Jim laughed and looked at his own hands then held Seb's hand looking at it curiously.

"You better get unpacked, need any help?"

Jim was very organised and nosy. Looking forward to their new found relationship.

"Let me show you around this part of the halls..there is a boy - Carl. Bit dim, if you know what I mean?"

"I haven't got very much to unpack anyway, you can help me later if you like?" Sebastian suggested, wondering why Jim found his hand so fascinating and kept looking at it.

He figured it must have been because the other had told him he was a sniper just by looking at his hand.

"Carl." he repeated the name, curious. "All right."

Jim led Seb around campus showing him people who can help find him some more drugs, others that can get him more chemicals, who to avoid and girls who were possibly in his class.

"So what do you think about the Uni?"

As they reached their dorm, Jim smiled and cheekily grabbed Seb's ass.
"Carl has a few issues, don't know why he is here anyway..think he is studying history."

Sebastian followed Jim around and let him lead as he didn't know how to get around much. He was interested as he was shown about; he'd remember some of the people if he was in need of any drugs or chemicals as suggested, a few cute girls happened to catch his eye and he'd remind himself who to avoid.

"Yeah, it's cool. Might take me a while to remember my way around though."

He jumped a bit when he felt Jim's hand touch him-he hadn't expected it and it surprised him-and he cleared his throat awkwardly, swallowing hard before changing the subject.
"What do you mean, issues?"

((I just happened to think about this and can't decide but do you think Seb should be bi?))

Jim smirked, watching Seb with a seductive but curious look. Noticing that Seb's pulse was increased from Jim's touch.

"Carl has a less than average IQ - and has been known to be a bull-shitter too."

Jim turned to face Seb stroking his cheek, and smiled.

"God, you are cute."
((Bi would be brilliant lol))