Alright, here's Singed and Malzahar. But don't expect anything as glorious as Renekton Bot.
Malzahar walked slowly into the room, this section of the institute surrounded in a clear material sealed tight. The entrance was an airlock, and he soon learned why it was necessary. The tangy pinch of chemical odor hit his senses like a brick, and the bipedal abomination behind him voiced his complaint as well.
"Ahck! Shmells like... I unno."
Malzahar didn't reply, but Kog'Maw was obviously sick... He was suffering from some sort of illness since his match earlier that week, and Malzahar was worried for the poor creature. That had led him to seek out the aid of someone with medical experience... At least enough to identify the problem. Unfortunately, only one chemist in the League, most likely Valoran as well, would get anywhere near Kog'Maw.
"Singed? Sorry to interrupt your work, but I have an issue."
Only the bubbling of various concoctions answered him. The purple-robed sorcerer continued deeper into the chamber, alarmed that he didn't need to discourage his void companion from eating anything. To his surprise, he heard a voice, a deep and suave one call out from behind him.
"Who's in here? If it's you again Soraka, help me, I'll put you through the ****ed wall." The chemist entered his chambers with a slight bit of annoyance, his rarely seen naturally strawberry blonde hair, slightly sunburned skin - however little of it was visible - and surfboard indicating he had been away for a while.
"Ah, it's you Malz. Sorry about that. I've been away for a while now."
"So I see..." The sorcerer looked over the chemist, completely unused to the man's unburnt hair and general... attractiveness? Malzahar perished the thought.
"I had a question, Singed. My friend here is suffering from an unknown illness. I need professional help."
"Hmm..." Singed bent down to examine the creature, before standing back up and away realizing how terrible of an idea that was. "Maybe it was something he ate?"
Malz responded with a blank stare. "We've already had that one figured out. More important is how to cure him."
"Not my strong suit, but I can always give him something to induce vomiting."
"That would be unadvised - wait, you know what? He hasn't been vomiting as much lately as he should. We should give it a try."
Kog'Maw was too busy daydreaming of how the chemist would taste to notice the bottle shoved into his mouth. He swallowed by reflex. But nothing happened. Bewildered, Malzahar bent to look at th-BLRGHLRG!
It worked instantly, the acidic slime burning through the majority of the mage's clothing. Luckily enough to still leave him decent. Singed couldn't help but chuckle. He found himself oddly enraptured by the sorcerer's tanned skin and perfect body seemingly chiseled from stone.
"I uh... Am glad I could help."
Malzahar picked up on Singed's stare and returned it.
"You know singed, you should really fix yourself up like this more often..."
"You should take off your robes more often."
Almost in shock, Malzahar let the words float in his mind before impulse caused him to embrace the chemist, drinking in his body, still warm from the sun. Singed pressed himself closer, feeling every hot breath from the sorcerer in the cold, sterile laboratory. Malzahar was pained as he tore himself away, blushing madly and saying.
"I-I'm sorry. I think I have a match in a few moments..."
Malzahar and Kog'Maw turned to walk out of the lab, leaving Singed to stand a while in thought. And an idea struck him, and he sprayed suntan lotion from the bottle on his back all over the mage, the sticky substance pinning him to the ground.
"You aren't going anywhere yet~"
Come on, someone other than me has to be interested in doing these. My next one's going to be Leona and Lux! You won't want to miss it! And every other person who contributes before I post it I'll make it that much better!