So, I was trying to build a bit of humor in this one. Let me know how it turns out.
-note- Femanon and Delphes Sanctuary, here's the stuff you were looking for. Depends on my creative juices, I may accept requests.
Vladimir walked slowly in the darkened hallways of the Institute, attempting to remember why he was down here in the first place. Shaking his head at the memory- and his incredulity- he continued walking. There was the plaque for Malzahar, and the plaque that was half-melted with caustic enzymes was probably Kog'Maw's door.
Ahh, Vladimir thought as he stopped in front of the door that read, Cho'Gath. Here we are.
Not wanting to startle the void beast (and unwittingly become its dinner), Vladimir knocked several times, and the hurried to the end of the corridor. This way, in case Cho'Gath decided it was hungry, he would have ample warning, and could dissolve into a pool of blood before running away.
Then he heard Cho'Gath's voice saying, "Vladimir, is that you? Come on in old chap!"
Sighing in relief- it appeared Cho'Gath had already eaten recently- Vladimir opened the door, and slowly walked inside.
Never having been in Cho'Gath's quarters before, Vladimir didn't quite know what to expect. Maybe a nightmarish pit, or a pile of bodies for the void monster to feed on. What he saw simply stunned him.
To his left, he saw an entrance to a bedroom, with a rather massive bed, as well as a wardrobe containing several (at lest 4) suits. To his right, Vladimir saw, for all intents and purposes a monacle collection, while to his front was Gentleman Cho'Gath, fully suited up, sitting at a tea table, and busy pouring liquid from teapot into a cup.
"Do come and take a seat now," said Cho'Gath. "And do drink some of this wonderful spiced blood Kog'Maw managed to rustle up, good lad. Please, my home is yours. Anything less than that would be uncivil!"
Mmm, thought Vladimir as he sipped some of the blood. Cho'Gath may be a bloodthirsty void monster, but he sure knows how to treat his guests!
"Now Vladimir old chap, thank you for accepting my invitation!", Cho'Gath continued. Oh my, he thought, does he look juicy.
Meanwhile, Vladimir was almost salivating as he realized the girth of Cho'Gath. Why, he must have such exotic blood. Vladimir shook his head- he was a guest here after all- and then spoke. "It was an honor to be invited here to a true gentleman's home."
Cho'Gath beamed, but his gaze traveled downwards. My my, his legs look absolutely delicious. "Wait... Vladimir..."
Vladimir, however, was looking longingly at a small cut on Cho'Gath's arm, small amounts of crimson leaking out. His tongue slipped out, and Vladimir imagined tasting that blood. He paid no attention to Cho'Gath trying to fight off the urge to snack on this delicious little morsel in front of it.
Suddenly Cho'Gath snapped, roaring, "I'll bite your legs off!", and snapped at Vladimir's legs. Vladimir, still suspicious, suddenly sunk into a pool of blood, before transfusing the blood leaking out of the cut into himself. Just as I thought- spicy and exotic.
"You cheeky little fellow!" roared Cho'Gath. "Let us settle this like true Gentlemen!"
Vladimir rose from his pool, eyes narrowed, heady with excitement. "The rivers will run red," he agreed.
"Quiet!" Cho'Gath roared. He swiped at Vladimir three times. Vladimir dodged backwards, but he didn't expect the spikes, which cut him in several places.
Rather than retreat, Vladimir simply licked his lips and transfused more blood from Cho'Gath- which, in turn, cause Cho'Gath the roar louder and become more frenzied.
Malzahar, hearing the commotion, opened Cho'Gath's door, and saw Vladimir and Cho'Gath busy destroying the abode while trying to hit each other. Thinking quickly, Malzahar summoned two voidlings and tossed one each at the hungry pair. Cho'Gath quickly gobbled up his, while Vladimir enjoyed slowly draining the life and blood out of his.
After all the exertion, Cho'Gath collapsed down, before cracking open one eyelid and saying quickly, "terribly sorry old chap, got too hungry. But, I'd be happy to have you over when I'm not hungry."
Vladimir thought about it. "Sure", he decided. "But I'll leave you now."
"Ahh, of course," said Cho'Gath, "Pip pip, Cheerio!"
Several days later, Vladimir walked up to Cho'Gath's door again, knocked again, and repeated his same routine as before. Cho'Gath called for him to enter again, and Vladimir, somehow never believing his memory, would always be astonished by the immaculate, clean apartment Cho'Gath called his home.
Tasty... thought Cho'Gath as he stared at Vladimir.
How exotically delicious... thought Vladimir as he stared at Cho'Gath.
And so the cycle continues...