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Prompt:'Sniper/Spy forced bed sharing'

'Sniper, get in the bed.'

'What?' a muffled voice asked in the dark from somewhere to Spy's right.

Spy sighed. 'I said get in the bed.'

'What?'

Well this wasn't going anywhere fast. Spy had always told Sniper just how stupid he thought he was, but this was really something else.

'Get. In. The. Bed.'

Sniper shifted on the floor, sheets rustling. 'You want me to sleep with you?' he asked. Spy didn't have to be able to see him to know there was a crooked smirk on Sniper's face.

Spy rolled his eyes and sat up. 'You don't have to sleep,' he clarified, realising when Sniper sniggered quietly that that hadn't helped at all. He scowled at Sniper in the dark. 'You just have to stop all that huffing and puffing and fidgeting so I can go to sleep!'

'I'm fine down here thanks,' Sniper grumbled.

Stubborn, insufferable bushman.

'No, you're not. I can hear the crackling sounds your back is making from up here.'

'Hey! It's not that...it's not that bad.'

'Yes it is. You should really go see Medic about it.'

That shut Sniper up. For a short while the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the bedside clock on the cabinet next to Spy. It was set to go off at six in the morning, an hour before their target would be leaving the hotel. It was now one in the morning and Sniper's claim that he could sleep anywhere had been proven wrong by a thinly carpeted floor.

'You stay to your side, I stay to mine, we both get a few hours sleep,' Spy said. 'If you're so tired tomorrow you can't even make the shot, the Administrator will not be pleased.

'I always make my shot.'

'Oh yes,' Spy drawled, 'because that time you shot the enemy Medic's medigun just as he activated an ubercharge, splashing his entire team in the charge, was definitely what you intended to do.'

Another silence, this one filled with sulking.

'I sneezed,' Sniper admitted reluctantly.

Spy muffled a snort of laughter. 'And maybe tomorrow you will yawn and miss your shot. Get in the bed, Sniper.'

Sniper sighed. Then the sheets rustled more, Sniper's back and knees creaking slightly as he stood up. He fumbled his way over to the bed, legs connecting with the side of it if his cursing was anything to go.

The cover hit Spy's lap as Sniper threw it back and got in, the mattress dipping under his weight.

'Good thing it's a double,' Sniper said as he tugged the cover back over himself, hand accidentally brushing against Spy's thigh through the fabric.

'Queen sized, actually,' Spy said as he lay back down again.

'Whatever.'

It was odd having Sniper's voice come from so nearby in the dark, just a pillow away. Spy settled down with his back to Sniper, shifting as far away as he could without falling off the bed.

'Just warning you you might regret this though,' Sniper said. 'I always hog the covers.'

'I'm sure I'll cope somehow,' Spy promised. He was too tired to think of a wittier retort.

He expected it would take ages to fall asleep that night but it turned out that a twelve hour flight, one foiled assassination attempt and two high-speed car chases really took it out of a guy.

Spy woke to gentle snoring and the sudden urge to stab someone. He tried to sit up only to find that Sniper had been right. During the night, he'd stolen all the cover. And it looked as though Spy had been right as well. Unconscious Spy had found a way to cope, by following the disappearing cover and wrapping himself around Sniper in his sleep for warmth.

One arm was trapped underneath Sniper. If he tried to move, it would wake Sniper up. If he didn't move, Sniper would still wake up with them like this...

'Merde,' Spy muttered.

Then the alarm went off.