Disclaimer:: I do not own League of Legends. I do not own Kassadin or Malzahar. I do not own anything in this story. Even if I wish I did. Soon, a few chapters will come bearing smut. If you're not into that, feel free to leave or cuss me out or whatever you've got going on.
Malzahar felt slightly like a creep as he waited for Kassadin's breathing to deepen and even out. The minutes floated by, but his earlier exhaustion seemed to have disappeared, replaced with tension and excitement. A new thought occurred to him- How had Kassadin's house caught on fire? The small stone houses were built very close to one another, other houses had to have gone down as well. Malzahar floated over to the window next to his small bathroom, and saw that it was true. The house that Kassadin lived in was nearly destroyed. The entire roof was gone, and most of the walls were scorched. He wondered what kind of fire started at the roof and didn't spread.
Annie.
Of course.
She must have planned this, and then… That little pyromaniac. He would have to have a rather stern talk with her the next morning.
"Nmm," Kassadin mumbled. He adjusted his position, and Malzahar knew that he was almost asleep. Five more minutes, and he could go through with his plan. Which begged the question why- Why was Malzahar trying to sleep in the same bed as Kassadin? Malzahar was ready to admit that perhaps he was more than a little bit attracted to Kassadin than he was to anyone else, but that didn't mean Kassadin was attracted to him.
"Kassadin said he laaaaaiiiikkkeeessss you" Annie's voice echoed in his mind. Malzahar wondered about that, though. Did Kassadin really like him? Or was he just being polite, or friendly?
Finally, Malzahar was sure that Kassadin was asleep. Maybe not a very deep sleep, but definitely asleep. He floated over to the bed, and just paused for a moment, staring. Kassadin's lips were parted slightly, and Malzahar remembered those lips brushing against his ear, the last time Kassadin was in his house. Malzahar put his hand over the bulge in his silk pants, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. He inched over to the edge of the bed and proceeded to float there, above the quilt. Malzahar couldn't float while sleeping. For some reason, whenever he fell asleep floating, he always woke up touching the bed. He knew it would be like that tonight, and he felt self-conscious, looking at Kassadin. The thought entered Malzahar's mind that perhaps he should just sleep on the floor. He felt sleep drifting down on him, relaxing his tense muscles. His cock slowly settled down, and Malzahar's eyes drifted shut.
Some time in the night, Kassadin woke up with Malzahar's arms around him. He almost stood up and left, but he didn't. Instead, Kassadin moved closer to Malzahar's body, and fell back asleep.