Three knocks against an ancient wooden door. A quiet, sultry female voice answers. "Enter," Long drawn out syllables. A singular room behind the door. Fog. Smelled of acid and sex. Katarina wrinkled her nose. Her elder sister's abode.

"Katarina...What brings you here tonight?" Katarina hated the way Cassiopeia spoke. Deep, long syllables. Made you hang on every word she spoke. Her voice was always laced with the poison that dripped from her fangs.

"I need your help."

"Oh?" Cassiopeia descended from her unseen perch, slithering from a Noxian decorated lounge elevated high above the rest of her belongings. The only source of light was a lantern hanging directly above the lounge. The sound of leather snake skin scraping against a wooden floor as her sister approached her made Katarina's skin crawl. "And what, dear sister, may I help you with? Feeling lonely?" The serpent woman flashed a poisonous smile, slithering over to a small reclined bench and settling herself down. She maintained eye contact with Katarina the entire time.

Katarina shook her head and shook away her sister's silly flirtatious words. Always the same when she talked to Cassiopeia. She always spoke so sultry to her, it was downright mesmerizing at times- but now was not the time to get distracted. "Father has given me direct control of a previously planned strike on Demacia."

"Dear Katarina. Thiss iss what we fight in the League of Legendss for- to sstop all this petty fighting between sssitiesstates. For the mosst part." The way her forked tongue separated the s sound in her vocabulary was both extremely annoying and rather arousing. Katarina shook her head again. "That's just it. There is a planned battle between Noxus and Demacia in three weeks, and at that time several of our key players are going to be absent."

"Oh? Do explain."

"Later, Cassiopeia. As I said, our key players are out...so we're taking out a few of Demacia's."

"Deviousss."

"And right now, I need you to start making a poison for me."

Cassiopeia made a face of mock surprise, putting a hand over her mouth. "Ssso sscandalous! Who are you killing? The Prince? The late Vissscero? Your little Demassssian boy toy?"

"My what?" That caught Katarina off guard. Surely she couldn't mean Crownguard. But her confusion only made Cassiopeia giggle softly.

Cassiopeia hissed in her amusement; laughter. "Nevermind, little ssister."

Katarina sighed, coughing into her fist. "Anyway. We're not killing anyone. Just need a little...distraction, is all. Here's what I need you to do..."

"Thank you, your Majesty, for inviting my brother and I to dine with you tonight!" The small blonde woman spoke from her seat at the large dining table, a bright smile on her face. She sat next to her brother, a stoic, brown haired soldier; they were both positioned near the head of the table, where the crown prince of Demacia sat with a kind smile on his face.

"Think nothing of it, Luxanna. I couldn't invite Garen to dine with me without asking if his wonderful sister would come along as well! We'll need all the strength we can get for the battle later this evening."

Lux smiled and giggled softly, brushing a clump of hair out of her eyes. "Yes, yes of course. You're too kind, Your Majesty."

"Please. Just Jarvan is acceptable."

The ringing of a small bell snapped them away from any conversation; that was the chef announcing that dinner was ready. Lux fidgeted in her seat excitedly, while Garen simply cleared this throat and adjusted his spaulder.

"Dinner is served," A high pitched female voice announced, wheeling out a cart stacked with covered plates. The waitress stumbled awkwardly in her clothes and shoes; they seemed to be foreign to her.

'Of course I had to do this, Cassiopeia has no legs...' Katarina grumbled to herself. Her hair was stuffed neatly into her chef's hat, her telltale scar obscured by some old makeup Cassiopeia had found lying around. Bright lipstick and eyeshadow made sure that no one even wanted to look at her face. "For ze royal crown Prince," Katarina tried her best to fake an accent, something she threw together awkwardly from listening to her sister and Fiora. She grabbed a large dish and set it in front of Jarvan.

"Where is Lucia?" Jarvan asked in a plain tone, looking up at Katarina. She hesitated. Did he see through her disguise?

"Lucia es very siiick. I am her replacement for a few days, your majesty."

Jarvan seemed convinced. Thank the heavens. Katarina wheeled herself over and delivered the other two their food, bowing deeply before making an exit. She stopped in the doorway, tucking behind it to watch her plan unfold.

Just a bite, and the Prince and his guard will be out of the match for good...

Jarvan lifted the top off of his plate and the other two followed suit, cloud of steam escaping their confinement.

"This smells wonderful!" Lux exclaimed happily, eyeing her food with a wide, starry eyed look. Garen nodded.

"Prince Jarvan," Katarina, Lux, Garen and Jarvan all looked over at the unfamiliar voice, and Katarina's eyes widened in confusion when she saw Xin Zhao standing at the prince's side.

"Again, Xin? I'm not my father."

"I do not want anything to happen to the either of you, so, if I may..."

"Very well."

Xin Zhao bowed his head and grabbed a fork from the table, taking a small bit of Jarvan's food to test for anything poisonous or dangerous. After a few moments of not dying, Xin nodded his head. "You may enjoy."

"Oh I will," Katarina said under her breath, a malevolent smile stretched her face, but it was cut short.

"Lucinda! What are you doing?! Get back in here! There's work to do!"

Shit. "Y-yes sir!" Katarina grabbed her cart and wheeled back into the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she walked.

After dinner, Jarvan retired directly to his chambers. Garen went on a night walk through the castle gardens with his sister, and Xin Zhao was only to be found when absolutely needed, as always. Jarvan wasn't even sure the man slept.

A loud sigh escaped his lips as he fell back onto his bed, and he looked up at the canopy surrounding him. He didn't feel right. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but there was a strange sensation in his gut that was beginning to make him very hot and uncomfortable.

Maybe I'm just hot, He thought, sitting up and removing his dress shirt and undershirt and tossing them aside. He sat there. Nothing changed. Grunting, he shimmied his way out of his trousers and socks, tossing those aside as well. Still hot and uncomfortable. Jarvan made a loud noise of aggravation and fell onto his back, head hitting a cluster of pillows. He closed his eyes.

Strange images flashed through his head, images he really shouldn't have been seeing. Garen. Without armor. Or anything at all. Flushed lips mouthing disgusting things and eyes squinting shut in something between pain and pleasure-

Jarvan's eyes snapped open and he looked down; he had started stroking himself. Stroking himself to thoughts of the captain of his guard? Disgusting, Jarvan thought. But that didn't make him stop- it just made him close his eyes again.

Garen calling him sir and your majesty, stark naked, arms bound behind his back so that only Jarvan had the power to touch him. To bring him pleasure- or pain. Jarvan relished the power. He grabbed Garen by the hair and crushed their lips together, stroking the soldier's weeping cock with one hand and reaching behind him with the other.

Jarvan's entire body was on fire now, his mind filled only with disgusting thoughts about Garen. It was becoming impossible to think about anything else. He stroked faster.

Garen begging for release, Jarvan denying him for what could have been hours. Jarvan pulls away, turns around. The obedient Seneschal of Demacia sat on the ground, leaning against the foot of the bed with two fingers in his entrance and one hand enclosed around his erection. He was bound to a bedpost by a dog collar and leash.

Xin Zhao...Jarvan let a breathy moan escape his mouth as he bucked into his own hand, which was almost dripping wet with pre cum and sweat and gods know what else.

Jarvan forces Xin to keep his arms completely at his sides, eliciting a quiet, drawn out moan of displeasure from him. Jarvan tightened the collar in response. He beckoned Garen over with a finger and the guardsman came stumbling over, falling to his knees. With just a jerk of Jarvan's head, Garen understood the unspoken orders. He moved himself between Xin Zhao's legs, closing his lips over the man's cock and sucking forcefully. Xin Zhao leaned his head back and dug his teeth into his lips, trying his best not to moan.

"Garen..." Jarvan groaned softly, face twisting in pleasure. His hips had left the mattress by now and were unwilling to come back down, too pleased with this new angle.

"Sir."

Jarvan snapped his eyes open and looked towards his door. Garen stood there, door half open. He wasnt in his full armor- only his trousers, boots, Demacian tabard, and undershirt. His dark brown eyes were hazed over in confusion and lust. Jarvan could see a tent forming in his pants.

"Come here. Close the door." Garen obeyed wordlessly, clicking the door shut and shuffling over to Jarvan's bed. Jarvan sat up, crawling over to the foot of the bed where the soldier stopped and grabbing him by the collar. He crushed their lips together, drawing a moan from the surprised man, but no resistance.

Garen's skin was burning hot, as well, Jarvan discovered as he removed the man's clothing. And the lead of the royal guard was also extremely ready and willing to do whatever Jarvan asked, almost blindly. "On your knees," Jarvan growled, and Garen dropped on the spot, one hand on Jarvan's thigh and the other on his own erection.

"Don't touch yourself." The prince demanded, and Garen hesitated a bit; but he moved his hand away eventually.

"Suck."

Garen blinked a few times, looking at Jarvan's cock with hazy eyes. He was just oozing horniness at this point; Jarvan could see how desperately Garen wanted to come and Garen figured that, if he did this, he'd get there faster. So he wrapped his lips around Jarvan's thick cock, moving his mouth rhythmically up and down as far as he could. Jarvan groaned, winding one hand into Garen's hair and closing his eyes. Garen moaned slightly against his skin every time Jarvan would pull at his hair.