"We've brought the one you desired, Lord Ghetsis."
"Excellent," Ghetsis acknowledged, eagerly rising from his grand throne to greet his new captive face-to-face.
It couldn't quite be helped that said captive wasn't displaying quite the same amount of enthusiasm, even as Ghetsis gracefully descended the small staircase before his throne, a smirk on his lips and a more intricate black-rimmed visor concealing his ugliness from his subjects.
Lysandre could only glare as his ex-lover strode up to him, steps noticeably surer than they'd been before his rise to power, the cane he perpetually clung to appearing to serve as a fashion accessory rather than a necessity. Thin, gloved fingers gently took hold of his chin, tilting his head this way and that, and Lysandre soon felt uncomfortable with Ghetsis' analytical gaze upon his dirty, bloodied face. Those crimson eyes flitted to his virtually spotless Shadows, and Lysandre knew what manner of mockery awaited him.
"How cute," Ghetsis said simply, catching Lysandre off-guard by missing an opportunity to overtly ridicule his masculinity. A silence followed as Ghetsis straightened up to his full height, smiling like the absolute bastard Lysandre had known he'd turn out to be. The Shadows apparently sensed his overwhelming desire to punch their lord, tightening their restraining hold.
"What do you want from me?" Lysandre snapped after long enough, wishing he hadn't been forced to his knees, so he could at least exploit his height advantage.
"Nothing."
"Then why am I here?" Lysandre hissed, gritting his teeth as Ghetsis laughed.
"Why do you think?" Unova's tyrant asked in return, producing an older Holocaster from within his pure black robe - a gift, from more innocent times. "You can't just announce that you're going to kill everyone shortly after I finally succeed in improving this region and expect me to do nothing about it."
"You could have just killed me, or turned me over to the Kalosian authorities."
"What would be the fun in that?"
"Fun?" Lysandre repeated, and if he'd been speaking to anybody else, he'd have assumed they'd mispoken. "You don't think I'm going to join you, do you?"
Ghetsis only smirked, dropping to his knees before Flare's leader. Red eyes bored into Lysandre's own and distracted him for long enough to allow Ghetsis to move in for a kiss, a kiss Lysandre was returning before he'd consciously registered what was happening.
The kiss was over as suddenly as it had begun, and Ghetsis was soon sat back from him, smirking ever so wide and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I don't think so, no," the bastard chuckled, rising to his feet and straighening his clothes, and Lysandre wasn't sure he'd ever felt more ashamed of his traitorous body in his life.
Ghetsis didn't have to think so.
He knew.