Disclaimer:: I do not own League of Legends, or any of its sex gods champions

Author's Annoying Note That No One Cares About:: So much for my once-a-week-updates, I know. Been busy with school and such. My Summoner name is RainaSynesthesia, you guys can add me and we can play and have fun together [= although I've been having some crazy lag lately. D:

Another question for you guys:: Should I end it after their \cough\\ affair, or do you guys want more story ? With. .. fights and stuff ?

Also::

SMUT WARNING:: ACTIVATED

Malzahar could feel his cheeks heating up even as he saw Kassadin blushing. But Malzahar's heat had nothing to do with blushing. Their lips crashed together again, and Kassadin's cold tongue was in Malzahar's warm mouth and Malzahar could feel each tastebud as he slid his teeth gently over Kassadin's tongue. Kassadin flinched as Malzahar bit down on the tip of his tongue, and Malzahar grinned, pushing himself harder onto Kassadin. A breathy moan escaped Kassadin's lips, and Malzahar shivered. He slowly slid his hand between the folds of Kassadin's robes, and untied the string keeping the front closed. As soon as Malzahar's hand touched his bare stomach, Kassadin moaned loudly. He hadn't been touched like this in decades.

"Kassadin, relax," Malzahar whispered. His hand slipped lower, rubbing Kassadin's pelvis and thighs and stomach, touching anything except for the tall erection that was right in front of him. Kassadin shivered and closed his eyes. Malzahar smiled and ground their hips together, rubbing Kassadin's cock through his clothing. He loved the sounds that he made Kassadin emit- groaning and gasping and heavy panting.

"Malz," Kassadin moaned, and Malzahar's eyes lit up at the sound of Kassadin's nickname for him. Nicknames meant a better friendship, right? Kass and Malz, best friends ? Malzahar's mind spun off on tangents, and then blacked all of them out once he managed to open Kassadin's robe completely.

"Suck me," Malzahar demanded. He pulled his soft silk pants down to his thighs, and presented his hard cock to Kassadin, whose eyes widened.

"I can't, I can't," he protested, trying to turn away. Malzahar all but sat on Kassadin's face, forcing open Kassadin's mouth and placing his tip inside. A shudder of pleasure ran through his body as Kassadin's lips closed around it, and he pushed further in. Kassadin gagged and grabbed Malzahar's hips, trying to force him backwards, but Malzahar resisted just long enough to shove his cock deep down Kassadin's throat. Kassadin made a retching noise and managed to push Malzahar backwards. They sat on the bed, Kassadin naked and Malzahar halfway so, and both of them were looking at Malzahar's hard, wet cock.

"Uhm," said Malzahar. Kassadin wiped his lips with his wrist, and sighed.

"My gag reflex is too strong… I can't… I'm sorry," he apologized. Malzahar took his scarf off from around his neck, and smiled at Kassadin.

"Turn over," Malzahar ordered, hovering over Kassadin. Kassadin's face turned a shade lighter.

"Turn over!" Malzahar yelled. Kassadin flipped, and Malzahar ceased floating and gently landed on the back of Kassadin's upper thighs. He used his scarf to tie Kassadin's wrists together, and then began feeling up Kassadin's ass. Kassadin moaned and lifted his ass slightly, signaling for Malzahar to be rougher. Instead, Malzahar continued to gently run his fingertips over Kassadin's ass, pressing one finger into Kassadin's asshole and then pulling it out, teasing him.

"Please," Kassadin whimpered.

"Please what?" Malzahar whispered, his lips brushing against Kassadin's ear. Malzahar had never touched another man this way, and he never thought he would, but… That was before he met Kassadin. Kassadin changed everything for him.

"Please, touch me," Kassadin begged.