Here is the next chapter! I have already started to write out chapter 5 so hopefully now with school done it won't take as long to update. I hope you enjoy this one! And please review what you think! The reviews mean so much and always brighten my day :D I own nothing but the storyline! Enjoy!

After the party Sebastian watched Jim's driver pull away and speed down the road. He ran his fingers through his blond hair with a sigh. What had he gotten himself into?

The memory of the kiss kept playing in his mind. He could still feel Jim's soft lips on his. The feeling of his hands gripping his body. The boy was incredibly strong despite his small size. Sebastian trailed his thumbs along his bottom lip, remembering what happened after.

When they'd re-entered the house the music seemed louder, the lights brighter. People still swarmed all over, talking loudly over the beating music. It pounded in Sebastian's ears making it difficult to hear the pretty boy in front of him. The two of them had found a corner to themselves by the backdoor. No one bothered them t here but they did receive a few curious glances. Sebastian was sure by this point everyone knew there was something between them.

It was all so perfect.

Sebastian looked down at the ground in guilt. How was he supposed to explain to his parents that he had thing for the son of the family who had destroyed his? Having feelings for the boy was not part of his mission. His parents were going to kill him!

He scuffed his feet and headed off down the dark street. It wasn't a bad neighbourhood, a little quiet perhaps but that only meant it was safe. Sebastian tried to imagine what a safe life would entail but, he found every fantasy he tried to play out only ended in bloodshed. With a family of well known snipers on each side a secure future was impossible. He knew this but it was still a small dream of his. It was the reason he'd tried dating Eric in the first place. Still it hadn't been what he thought it would. Sebastian had been drawn to Jim Moriarty since he'd crashed into him in the hallway that day. The day he realized who the boy was and how much he wanted him.

After that day he'd asked around, finding out everything he could on the boy. Most had been reactions of fear. Others of disdain and hatred. Either way it had only endeared Jim even more to him. People had looked at him in confusion when he'd asked them about Jim. They'd glanced around nervously before answering. The school was afraid of Jim and Sebastian wanted to be right in the middle of his wide web with him.

Sebastian smiled to himself as he walked. Now he had him, or at least tonight he had. Who knew what would happen by Monday. The boy was unpredictable, just what Sebastian wanted. Exactly what he needed even!

To be alert every moment they were together. To have his heart pounding in fear that someone will attack him or Jim. Adrenaline racing through his veins with a handgun in his waistband.

Yes, he wanted to be in danger. It was the way he'd always lived. It kept him alert and on his toes. Ready for anything and everything that meant to do him harm.

He trudged along the sidewalk that was littered with dead leaves. They crunched loudly under his feet and he groaned in annoyance. He really hated fall, it was impossible to move silently with dead foliage lining the sidewalks and roadways.

Silently he sent up a thank you to the universe that his house was so close. He doubted his parents would have let him out so late if they weren't within running distance. Sebastian would've snuck out anyway but having their consent was much easier.

The roads were clear while he crossed them. He kept glancing over his shoulder wearily; being certain no one was following him. Every time he half expected to see someone following at a distance. He was always in a state of constant suspicion. But could he really be blamed for it? He had grown up around snipers who had been shot in the middle of crowds of people. His parents had drilled their suspicion into him. He knew they meant well.

His house came into view and he increased his speed into a run. He gave one more nervous look around before breaking into a sprint up his porch steps. He jumped onto his porch with ease, landing on the sturdy wooden boards; he unlocked the door and closed it quietly behind him.

The lights were all off inside and the long hallway that led to the staircase was bare of anyone. Sebastian frowned with worry at the sight. There was no one, which led him to believe that his parents must be out. He hadn't given them a time that he'd be home after all.

It didn't matter; he'd been able to defend himself since he was eight. He'd been trained to shoot when he turned ten. His parents knew they couldn't always be there so they'd given him the best training they could. It had paid off too. Sebastian had killed over ten people before his fourteenth birthday. People had sent many men to get rid of him. Sebastian had gotten them first.

If anyone tried anything tonight he'd blow their damn brains out. They wouldn't even have time to raise their guns. He was that quick. His father told him that he was the best sniper this family had had since his great grandfather. His great grandfather had been in the Second World War and was said to have killed over a hundred men in battle.

The fact that his father thought he had such talent was what made him certain he could complete his mission. He wouldn't let them down, he couldn't! Too much was riding on it. Of course he'd taken it a little far but Sebastian knew he would be able to keep his feelings in check. Plus this was the only way to gain Jim's confidence! His parents would understand he knew they would. As soon as explained to them why he was doing it.

Sleep hadn't reached his brain yet, so Sebastian entered the living room. He gripped his rifle tightly in his hand. The one he had received for his tenth birthday. The same year he started his intensive training on how to use it. He'd taken to the sport like he'd been using a gun his whole life. The talent was in his blood. It hadn't surprised any of his family that he'd been capable of hitting the target on his first try. Not a bull's eye but at least on the board.

The lock turned loudly and Sebastian snapped to attention. He stood, holding the rifle casually. The weapon had basically become an extension of his arm, he used it so often. He always made sure he had some sort of weapon on him when he went out.

He heard footsteps in the hall, people speaking in low voices. The heavy footfalls told him that their bodyguards were with them. They always wore heavy army boots. His parents came into view and smiled at him warmly.

"Sebastian darling." His mother said, walking toward him. "I hope you haven't been waiting long."

He shook his head "I got home a few minutes ago." His mother smiled wider and engulfed him in her arms. Sebastian could smell her flowery perfume. He tried not to gag and stifled a cough; he gave her a quick hug in return before pulling back.

She tried to make their relationship that of an affectionate mother and her son. Sebastian hated it. He'd much rather she treat him how she treated his father. Cold, respectful, only touching him when the moment called for it. Since he was her only son and heir to the family name, she always made sure he was safe every second of every day. It was tiresome and Sebastian wished she'd just back off. He could live his own life; he'd proved it so many times.

His father just clapped a hand on his shoulder and motioned for him to sit down. His parents took a seat on the firm, rose patterned couch and watched their son sit on the leather chair across from them. Sebastian knew what this would be about; he silently prepared himself for the questions.

There was a few moment of silence before his mother spoke up "Did you see him there?"

"Yes, just like I said I would."

She nodded and glanced at her husband. They sent a silent message to each other before she looked back at him "And? Have you gained his trust? Have you befriended him?"

Sebastian put up a hand to slow her questions "I don't believe I have his full trust. He knows who I am after all. The truth, not the bullshit you put up on the internet." His mother's face turned to an expression of alarm but Sebastian continued before she could interrupt "That being said I have done more than befriend him."

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at his father again. This time his father spoke up "What are you saying son?"

"I'm saying that we are a couple now."

"Are you-Have you lost your mind?!" His mother screeched standing up. "Sebastian you can't get that close to him! He'll discover our plans and they will kill you!"

He smiled at her indulgingly "Mom, I'm not a fucking idiot. I know the limits I can go to. He won't find out what my true intentions are."

"Do not underestimate him," She warned "there's a reason the Moriarty family have survived this long. If Jim is anything like his ancestors he'll be on guard. He'll find what he's looking for if anything suspicious happens." She walked over to him "Be careful my son. If Jim Moriarty realizes what you're doing, you won't live to see another day."

"If I can gain his trust we could take him hostage." Sebastian explained "So far he thinks I'm part of a broken vengeful family. But we aren't broken. I can take down his family, by using him."

A thoughtful expression passed over his mother's features. She turned to face his father. He was lounging lazily on the couch, he gave a slow nod and that was it. His mother looked back at him and smiled cruelly.

"So be it Sebastian. You will get close to the Moriarty boy. Get him alone. When the time is right, well you know what to do." She said cooingly as she fingered his rifle.

"I kill him." Sebastian said softly.

"We'll destroy their family from inside." His mother said while she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Do us proud Sebastian. Kill the Moriarty boy."