Disclaimer:: I do not own League of Legends, Malzahar, Kassadin, Annie, Ahri, or Malzahar's cock.
Author's Not:: Do not kill me, do not eat my face. I have been busy. I got a job. I sell fruit to people. All the Asian women tell me I'm beautiful. It's always, always, always the Asian women. I don't get it. . .
. . anyway, so here we go, here's our next chapter, because. . . because I've been gone. I'll make it up to you, I promise 3 :D Also, Davelin Marque. . . . I am, in fact a girl. Not a gay guy.
SMUT WARNING:: ONLY ACTIVATED FOR THE FIRST HALF.
Malzahar was in the midst of pounding into Kassadin, when there was a knock on the door. Kassadin's eyes widened, and he tried to raise himself up on his hands and knees, but Malzahar was almost finished and he couldn't stop. He pushed Kassadin back down, roughly, and kept bucking his hips into him. The knock on the door sounding again, as Malzahar finished. He panted as he pulled out, and then made a face.
"Great, my cock is dirty," he said with distaste.
"Ohh, I'm so sorry," Kassadin sniped sarcastically, flipping himself over. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Malzahar was gone. A bit flustered, Kassadin pulled his robe back on and walked into the kitchen. Malzahar had finished washing himself up at the sink, and he turned to Kassadin, a smile on his face.
"Thank you for lodging me overnight," Kassadin said somberly, "I owe you."
And then he turned and walked out, nearly stepping on the impatient Ahri, who was knocking at the door. She stumbled back, and looked after him, confusion on her face. She looked at Malzahar, whose face was crumpled.
"Hey?" she asked, "What happened?"
"I don't know," Malzahar replied miserably.
Author's Note:: Kassadin you dickhead.