Interrogation
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing to do with Smallville.
Potential spoilers: S3, maybe
Summary: Bonus to Espionage
*Chapter One*
Lex’s strained at his bonds as he thrashed about. This was not happening, not again. He was the president for fuck’s sake! He was supposed to have security to protect him, this wasn’t Smallville these things didn’t just happen. People didn’t just walk into his private rooms and tie him up … well not until today at least. He wondered how they had possibly got in; he hoped that he hadn’t been split in two yet again.
The room was pitch-black so he couldn’t see a damned thing. He considered yelling of help but when he had done so once before no one had come. He stopped thrashing as he thought that he heard something. Concentrating harder than he ever had before he could hear the sound of high heels clicking against the hard wood floors of the adjoining office. They were coming back for him, and they had a woman with them. He was happy that at least Chloe was out of the country, she was safe.
As the door swung open he saw a familiar silhouette as his captor entered the room.
“You?” He said as the realisation crashed over him. How had he not worked it out before? Who else would be behind something like this? Whatever had been put in his drink must have been stronger than he had thought.
“Me”, the voice purred.
“What do you want? Government secrets? Luthor Corp information?” He demanded, he refused to show weakness, he had faced down worse odds, his head of security was an alien for God’s sake.
“No, I could get both of those without any difficulty”, the voice laughed at him. She sat down on the side of the bed.
“Then what is it you want? What is all of this”, he gave his handcuffs a shake, “supposed to prove?”
“Other than that I can bring the President of the United States to his knees?”
“In case it has escaped your notice, I am on my back”, he retorted.
“Same difference”, she was distinctly smug. “Either way you are at my mercy”.
“That is what all of this is about? To prove that you have power?” He questioned.
“This, my darling, was supposed to get you out of the way for the last few hours and remind you of just who you are dealing with”. The voice was sultry and dangerous.
“Someone who is going to end up with a very sore backside when I get out of here”, he growled. When he finally got out of these chains and got his hands on her … well the people who had ignored his shouts earlier sure as hell wouldn’t be able to ignore hers.
“Now now, it isn’t nice to threaten”, her nails scratched down his chest.
He hissed. He was completely naked except for his boxers. He was completely at her mercy.
“Especially not one of the leading spies in the world”, she continued.
“If you are indeed a leading spy, then what do you want with me? You must know that you can’t get any information out of me”, he boasted.
“Well, in spite of being one of the leading spies yesterday morning I found that the plane I was supposed to take to Russia to deal with the Mafia had been redirected. I ended up in San Tropez”, she did not sound amused.
“Most people would be pleased about that”.
“Well I am not most people”, she snapped. “When I agree to take on a job I expect to be allowed to do so, not hijacked along the way. By the time that I got to Russia I found that the people I was looking for had magically vanished. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?” She leant close to him as she asked this, allowing the smell of her perfume to tantalise him.
“If I did, I couldn’t possibly say. Official secrets act”, he smirked. He could hide anything behind that beloved act.
“Don’t you use that bullshit with me, you conned me”, she growled.
“And you had me drugged and tied to a bed, so I would say that we are even”, the usual Luthor confidence permeated his tone.
“Oh, we are not even close. That was just to give me enough time to find that bastards and bring them to justice”, she sneered.
“You found them?” He now sounded really angry.
“Oh yes, you see I am actually good at my job”, she reached above him and gave his shackles a teasing tug; it wouldn’t hurt to remind him what position he was in. He wouldn’t be so smug for much longer.
“Then what do you need me for?” He asked, trying to ignore the feel of her body as it pressed up against him.
“Well, there is some information I have been looking for for quite a while, and you are going to give it to me”, she righted herself.
“No!”
“No? Are you sure about that? I can be very persuasive”, the hand which had scratched him earlier travelled lower.
“I’m sure”, Lex replied through gritted teeth.
Her smooth hand caressed him, he knew that this was the calm before the storm and that he had to act quickly if he was going to be able to salvage anything.
“I wasn’t aware that all spies were cowards”.
His nipple was pinched but not hard enough to actually hurt, more as a warning.
“Hiding in the shadows, or in this case, the complete darkness. Come on. Turn on the light”, he goaded her.
He could hear rather than see her shrug, “Alright”. The bedside lamp was turned on.
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