Pairing: JC and Lance
Words: magnanimous; straight; evil overlord; bolster


"No, really.  You were there, and you were the evil overlord. 
Seriously.  Like the Wicked Witch of the West, only successful.  It
would have been scary.  Except that I ended up on your side and we
took over the world.  You made me wear the ruby slippers and they
*pinched* my *toes*.  It hurt," JC says, giving Lance puppy eyes. 
"It did."

"I agree with all of it except the ruby slippers.  We both know
you'd beg to wear them."

"They pinched my toes," JC repeats.  He sighs and crawls under the
bolster with Lance.  "Is it always so cold in your house?"

"The flying monkeys are nifty and all, but they need big, open
windows to fly into.  Makes it drafty," Lance says with a straight
face.

"You should make them stay in the pool house."

"Yes, but I'm afraid of water.  I might melt."

"I didn't say *you* should stay in the pool house."

"How else am I suppose to tell them which evil orders to carry
out?" Lance asks reasonably.

"Just use the intercom."

"You're brilliant as usual.  Still, I should probably fill in the
pool.  It's a design flaw, being an evil overlord and having a
large supply of the one thing needed to destroy you just sitting
around."

"I don't think it would destroy you," JC says.  "We took a bath
together in the dream, and you didn't melt."

"Maybe evil overlords have different rules than witches.  Or the
secret powers of your charm redeemed me and set me on the straight
and narrow path to good."

"You're silly," JC declares.  "Maybe I shouldn't have woken you
up."

Lance grins and slings an arm around JC.  "You know you just wanted
someone to sleep with."

"No.  I just wanted *you* to sleep with."

"I'm right here."

"I think I should always sleep with you.  Then I'll be right here
when you're ready to take over the world."

"Yes, but I might force you to wear pointy shoes that you don't
like."

"Would you really?"

"No.  But you knew that."

"That's probably why I woke up."

"Yes.  Having me making you wear uncomfortable shoes is certainly
the worst nightmare I can imagine."

"No, because you won't do that."

"No, I won't," Lance agrees.  He reaches out and starts petting
JC's hair.  After a large yawn, he says, "So are you going to sleep
here with me?  Cuddle up, then, and I'll make sure that, in my new
empire, all of your shoes fit.  I can be magnanimous in my glorious
victory over all the world."

JC murmurs quietly as he settles against Lance's shoulder.  "Good
Evil Overlord."

Lance kisses JC's hair and says even more quietly, "Pretty spoils
of war."

"Hmm.  Only if you promise to ravish me when we wake up."

Lance smiles, but promises nothing.  Evil overlords never take the
first offer.