As the day came to a close over the Institute of War, the various Champions of the League of Legends scatter to their rooms or the various establishments on the grounds of the Institute. Champions like Cho'Gath and Nocturne are returned to their cages once the battles are done for the day, while the others are left to wander and make use of their own time, as well as the large stipends they receive in the League.

The most popular bar in the area is "The Baron's Flagon," a relatively seedy but still well-kept building on the edge of the grounds. Many of the champions, after a long day of combat, come here to drink their worries away with friends. Gragas is an almost constant sight, often found passed out on a bar stool, desperately clutching his pint. An unusual sight, however, is Garen, the Might of Demacia. The stalwart warrior prefers to take his meals at the Institute cafeteria, and when otherwise unoccupied can be found on the training grounds, honing his skills for the next battle.

But tonight, the Demacian is not only downing his share of spirits, but out of his armor. Wearing a simple tunic, his prominent muscles are on display, catching the eye of several of the fairer members of the League of Legends. Ahri, in particular, attempts to sway the handsome warrior with her beauty, but he doesn't pay any attention to her, just sighing and staring into his drink.

Xin Zhao, his longtime comrade and friend, slid into the seat next to his. "Garen, I don't see you here often. Is something wrong?" Garen shrugs, taking a swig of his drink, but Xin notices his gaze. On the other side of the bar, Garen's part time mortal enemy and part time lover Katarina, the Sinister Blade, sat next to her ally Talon, silently discussing something. "Really, Garen, I had thought you would have given up this foolish obsession with that Noxian wretch." Xin cuts off at Garen's glare, watching as his comrade returned to watching. "Please, Garen. You know what Jarvan thinks of this...infatuation you have with her. What do you hope to accomplish with this? Rehabilitate her, make her work for Demacia, what?"

Garen stands suddenly, downing the rest of his drink and staring down at his friend. "In respect of our friendship, instead of ripping your head off I'm going to leave." He drops some gold on the table before turning around. "Have a drink on me, and never talk to me about this again." Without waiting for a response, the noble warrior heads outside, taking a deep breath of the night air before making his way down the street.

A few minutes later, as he stands outside his quarters at the Institute and fumbles with the key, he feels the point of a blade pressing lightly into his back. He moves more out of reflex than anything else, spinning to the side with the same force with which he performs Judgement, using that force to press his assailant against the door, grabbing their wrist and twisting it behind their back. As he goes to speak, he catches a whiff of his assailant's hair. "Katarina?!"

The Noxian assassin grunts from her position held against the door. Garen releases her, quickly stepping backward. "What the devil was the point of that stunt?"

Katarina groans, sheathing her blade and rotating her wrist. "I thought you could use a pick-me-up, considering how you were glaring death at your friend back in the 'Flagon,' and I know nothing gets your mood up like a friendly fight with your favorite enemy."

Garen scowls, pushing her aside and finally getting the key in his door. "Shouldn't you be doing something despicable, like kicking a puppy or killing some Demacian troops?" he asks caustically, trying to close the door on her. Unfortunately for him, she slips through, looking about his room.

"No, it's my night off. The most despicable thing I've done and will do tonight is leave Talon to foot the bill." She grins as Garen scowls before taking in the simply adorned room. "You think I don't recognize that glare? You're jealous. As if I thought of Talon as anything other than a valued ally and worthy friend. He's obsessed with my father, and he tolerates me because of that."

Garen sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he opens the door. "Can you leave me to my misery? Or must you be involved in every painful moment I have?"

"Hmm, the latter," she quips, closing the door. "But tonight, I have something far from misery planned for you, Mr. 'Might-of-Demacia.'" Garen looks at Katarina in surprise as she reaches back, undoing the straps on her armor. She pulls it off, throwing it aside, her pants and weapons swiftly joining them. Garen gapes as she struts toward him, wearing nothing but her underwear and a sultry grin. "Oh yes, Garen, tonight isn't a night for misery. Tonight is a night for pleasure of the carnal variety."

Before he can deny her, she throws her arms around his neck, kissing him gently. Almost without thought, Garen finds himself responding in turn, his hands moving to rest on her hips. Breaking the kiss, Katarina rests her cheek on his chest while Garen tries to put his thoughts together. "I know you're angry because I didn't talk to you when we faced off earlier today," she says, catching him off guard. "I'm sorry, but you know Swain was there. That bastard Darius has been questioning my loyalty again, so I've been having to play things really close to my chest recently."

Garen sighs, resting his chin on top of her head. "I understand. Xin was on my case about you again tonight. He thinks I'm trying to turn you against Noxus, that that's all I'm after."

After a moment of silence, Katarina looks up at Garen, a vulnerable expression on her face. "Is he right?" she asks, afraid. Garen gently takes her chin in hand and raises her lips to his own, kissing her softly. "I'll take that as a 'no,'" she mutters as they separate. He smiles before kissing her again, more passionately this time.

She pulls out from his embrace and leads him over to the bed before pulling at his tunic. As she removes his clothes, he finishes the job on hers, throwing them aside with the rest of her things before lowering her onto the bed. She laughs as he kisses her neck, hands wandering over her breasts. "Seems to me like you need this more than I do." He nods in response as he lines himself up with her core, panting lightly as he starts to press inside. Katarina groans, holding onto Garen as he fills her. "You're always so BIG!" she exclaims, wrapping her legs around his waist as he starts thrusting into her.

Katarina moans aloud as she is fucked, holding onto her lover tightly. "Harder!" she demands, and Garen is more than willing to obey. The room is filled with the sounds of panting, moaning, and the smack of flesh on flesh as the scents of sex permeate the room. Garen groans deeply as he pulls out, thrusting along the outside of her cunt quickly before releasing his load onto her stomach and chest in five big streams, some of his jism even reaching her face as she shouts in pleasure, cumming herself.

In the aftermath of their joining, Katarina rests her head on her lover/rival's chest, lazily drawing circles with her finger and humming. Garen has an arm about her protectively as he rests, smiling. "You were right, I did need that," he comments, smiling.

Katarina smiles and kisses his chin. "You're not the only one. I've been tense for the past two weeks. We should meet up like this more often."

"Agreed," Garen responds, kissing her. "Much more often..." he mutters before moving her onto his lap. Katarina gasps and laughs as he slides into her, starting round two.

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