*snickers* I stole, and totally twisted, your Lex/Mikhail idea. Hope it still amuses you since by now, it's total crack. XDDDD
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Mikhail burst into the Luthor mansion dramatically.
...Or, well, to be more accurate, he slunk in and surprised Lex, who'd been drinking a neat glass of Scotch. Lex promptly decided to fire his entire security staff for the fifth time that month. Good help was so hard to find these days.
He considered asking if Mikhail was there to kill him, as every other visitor to the mansion seemed to be, but decided that on the offchance that Mikhail wasn't, it probably wasn't a good idea to give him ideas. So Lex took another sip of Scotch and raised an eyebrow at Mikhail inquiringly.
Never let it be said that Luthors weren't cool in the face of danger.
"I," Mikhail conveniently announced, "Have my abilties returned."
That certainly took care of Lex's dilemna about how to non-suggestively phrase 'Well, hot Euro-trash. Are you here to kill me?'
"Indeed." When in doubt, resort to blank statements. Lex took another sip of Scotch. "Prove it."
Mikhail smirked, and commanded Lex with a beckoning gesture, "Come."
"..."
"..."
"Fine. I believe you." With the utmost dignity, Lex moved so that the desk was blocking Mikhail's view of his crotch and the small wet spot on the cloth of his trousers. "What do you want?"
Mikhail snapped out of his shock and started to negotiate. If he could get what he wanted from Lex, best not to mention that he'd actually just meant to command Lex to walk towards him.
...Maybe his powers weren't completely returned after all, but he'd be damned if he let Lex know that.
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...Or, well, to be more accurate, he slunk in and surprised Lex, who'd been drinking a neat glass of Scotch. Lex promptly decided to fire his entire security staff for the fifth time that month. Good help was so hard to find these days.
He considered asking if Mikhail was there to kill him, as every other visitor to the mansion seemed to be, but decided that on the offchance that Mikhail wasn't, it probably wasn't a good idea to give him ideas. So Lex took another sip of Scotch and raised an eyebrow at Mikhail inquiringly.
Never let it be said that Luthors weren't cool in the face of danger.
"I," Mikhail conveniently announced, "Have my abilties returned."
That certainly took care of Lex's dilemna about how to non-suggestively phrase 'Well, hot Euro-trash. Are you here to kill me?'
"Indeed." When in doubt, resort to blank statements. Lex took another sip of Scotch. "Prove it."
Mikhail smirked, and commanded Lex with a beckoning gesture, "Come."
"..."
"..."
"Fine. I believe you." With the utmost dignity, Lex moved so that the desk was blocking Mikhail's view of his crotch and the small wet spot on the cloth of his trousers. "What do you want?"
Mikhail snapped out of his shock and started to negotiate. If he could get what he wanted from Lex, best not to mention that he'd actually just meant to command Lex to walk towards him.
...Maybe his powers weren't completely returned after all, but he'd be damned if he let Lex know that.