Chapter 1: Sleeping Arrangment
A/N: Hello my favorite people. It's been about a year? Two years? I'm not entirely sure. I'm reposting all of my and my Friend's stories, and with their permission I am editing them and continuing them. Until all of the chapters have been reposted, I'll probably do two or four a week(depends on my editing speed) For both this story and probably for the Suicide Note story - the ItaSasu one.
Now, I have no idea what Varvar was going to do with the end of this story, but I'm going to just take a try for it!
Edited on 10/19/15
Talon stared at the boy who was in front of him, said boy practically begging the assassin to slice his throat… but not actually doing so, to the assassin's disappointment. The energy user, Ezreal, was asking the silent man over and over, and over again, to bring him to Iona. Ionia!
Damned brat.
He had bluntly refused the first time, but the boy was persistent, and it was taking all of the assassin's willpower to keep from slicing the other Champion's throat.
With a sigh, the Noxian assassin silently continued walking down the hall, the younger adc following, like a lost puppy.
The boy was as cute as a puppy, after all.
"Talon, I will follow you until you give in!" The boy hissed, before reaching out and grasping the assassin's arm, the one without the blade that was attached to it.
Instantly, the Noxian stiffened, a growl in his throat, but when he went to shake off the proud adc, he looked.
He shouldn't have looked.
Those big, crystalline hues, staring up at him with a pout on his lips, a pleading look in his eyes, as if this was the thing he wanted most.
And god damnit, those eyes… those beautiful eyes got to him. They made him sigh, as he lifted his free hand and pinched his eyebrows together. "Fine, you damned brat, I'll bring you to Ionia." The assassin finally hissed out, giving into the young boy.
Instantly, those bright crystalline hues brightened the pout turning into a massive grin as the boy clutched at his arm, a hopeful look in those deep hues.
"Really, Talon, you will?" The boy's excited tone would've usually annoyed him, but instead it made him smirk, lips twitching to form the small indication of emotion, although his hood obscured more of the view.
Inwardly, he scolded himself for being so weak as to give into someone who sides with Demacia. An enemy. A soft sigh left his lips, as he shook his head, mostly to himself. "Yes, really, brat." The assassin murmured, softly, regretting it instantly as the boy's expression only brightened more and then something he thought would never happen, happened.
Ezreal, the fuckin' brat, kissed him. On the cheek, mind you, but it was a kiss nonetheless.
Ripping his arm away from the boy, he huffed, practically snarling at the other male before he started walking down the hall, rolling his shoulders. "We'll leave after lunch. Pack your stuff; I'll drop by your rooms. Make sure you're ready in a half hour."
"A-alright," came the boy's surprised voice, before footsteps were heard – clearly the boy was running back to his rooms.
Shaking his head slowly, Talon slipped into the lunch room, which was just a big, beautiful hall, where the champions ate. Sure, most of them were forced into working together in the Rift, but outside of the Rift… they still hated each other.
Demacian's stayed with their own, as did the Noxian's.
Fuckin' demacian bastards always thinking they were better than everyone else.
After grabbing a meal – he really didn't care what he ate, it was just a means to an end – he made his way over to the table where Katarina, and the Huntress sat.
Strange, usually the Huntress sat with the Demacians, even though she wasn't one.
"…I'm telling you, Nidalee, Noxus is much better than you think…" Murmured the red-haired woman, a gentle look on her features as she gazed at the feline. It was strange to see such a gentle look on her features. She was usually all about blood and death – but this… it bordered love.
Strange.
"Kata…I don't know. I highly doubt that a… forest dweller such as myself would be welcomed in your country…" The huntress murmured softly, pouting. "I mean, how-"
Whatever the huntress was going to say, though, was cut off by Talon's gruff voice.
"Nidalee, listen to Katarina. Trust her, you'll be accepted here, better than you ever would be in Demacia." That was the most he'd spoken in a long time, and it left both Katarina, and the huntress in a stunned silence.
However, he didn't speak again, and instead ignored everything else and simply ate. Afterall, he had no friends.
Forty-five minutes later, and the assassin was wandering through the Demacia-allied side of the Institute of War that they were separated into. A grim look was on his features as he silently passed by two of the supports whom lived in these quarters – Nami and Sona.
Sona gave a little wave towards him, her face a bright red – why, he didn't know, or care – and Nami turned towards him, huffing, and sticking her tongue out at the assassin, before giggling and turning back towards Sona.
Rolling his eyes at the playfulness of the support, he silently passed them and slipped into the hall where the allied adc's lived.
Pausing by one of the doors, where he heard a voice that sounded a lot like Ezreal – he would learn later that it wasn't Ezreal's room, though – he frowned.
"…didn't expect him to give in, Varus! I'm not rea-"
The boy's voice was cut off, however, by a gruff response from Varus, the male's voice far too soft spoke to be heard through the thick door.
"But..!" This time, however, the adc's voice was cut off by the assassin knocking on the door. "…shit… he's here…" Ezreal squeaked out, before he quickly jumped off of Varus' bed, waving goodbye to the other adc. He opened the door a moment later, looking positively flustered and Talon was loving that.
Jerking his head, a signal for the boy to follow, he watched as the energy user slid a bag onto his shoulder, quickly following the assassin, who was now silently walking off.
And so, the journey of three months began.
Five hours in, and the boy was already complaining. And it was fucking annoying!
The explorer was practically on his knees begging to stop for the night. Adn while Talon enjoyed the sight, he finally gave in. It was, afterall, cold, damp, and they were in Noxian land.
He forced the brat to set up the tent - though the explorer, surprisingly enough, had no idea how to set up the tent that Talon had brought. It was Noxian made, and perhaps that wasn't helping Ezreal's struggles.
When the adc finally put the tent up (the correct way), the assassin threw a small package of food towards him, sighing. "Eat, and then we'll rest." The assassin growled, and Ezreal was quick to do so.
The silence was a welcomed gift.
Too bad it didn't last long.
"Talon, I'm cold." Came a soft mumble from the boy, blue hues on the assassin, soft lips pulling into a pout.
"Deal with it." Was the only response that the other man gave as he slowly stood up, and slipped into the small tent, glancing around at the small area, which was stuffed with a large sleeping bag for two.
Sadly, they only had one tent.
And they didn't need to set up a watch so they'd be sleeping together, if only because they were on territory that wasn't inhabited by any large groups of bandits or the Noxian Army.
Shaking his head, the assassin silently ripped off his hood, somewhat aware of Ezreal following him inside. The only sign that the boy was in there was the soft gasp when he saw the assassin's usually hidden features.
Shrugging his shoulders and using the movement to shrug off his cloak, he quietly began discarding most of his deadly weapons for the night. There was no need to accidentally stab the boy in his everything off to the side, where it would hurt either of them, he flopped down – gracefully – onto the sleeping bag, glancing briefly at the adc.
Said male was biting his lip, before a sigh left those pouty, soft lips and he ripped off his glove, setting it to the side and taking off his shirt, quickly lying down beside the assassin.
Silently, the man drew the top of the sleeping bag over himself and the adc, turning on his side – facing the adc – and closing his eyes.
It took Ezreal a good forty five minutes to fall asleep, due to the fact that he knew he cuddled up to anything he could in his sleep.
Which would mean he'd cuddle up to Talon.
And that wasn't a good thing to think about.
God damnit.
But eventually, sleep took the unwilling boy, and he did in fact cuddle up to the assassin, curling into him like a cat, a soft smile on his lips.
But the thing was that Talon was a light sleeper, and woke up due to the warmth that was suddenly overwhelming him.
When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of the adorable ad carry cuddling up to him, clutching his shirt, a pout on his soft lips.
God damnit!
He would've kicked the boy away from him, but he found that he couldn't, and instead he simply drew the boy closer to himself, wrapping his arms around the warmth of the boy. Slowly falling asleep with his enemy cuddled up to himself.
And he surprisingly enjoyed every moment of it.
