Nothing
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville and I make no money from this fanfiction. Also, warning for slight out-of-character-ness and non-explicit/implied sex. Set sometime during Season 5.
"Hasn't history taught you anything? Pride always comes before a fall," Milton Fine said, and it struck Lex as a strange way to begin a conversation, or a confrontation, or whatever this was (although that he had to admit he had been feeling satisfied with himself over his latest business deal). He'd just shown up at the Luthor Mansion out of the blue, into Lex's office without sounding an alarm.
"Says you; standing there, lecturing me with that smug look upon your face. Dare I ask what happened to security?" He would be more worried, but these sorts of break-ins occurred on such a frequent basis that he had almost gotten used to it.
"It's unimportant."
"And what is it that you want, exactly?"
"This." Milton stepped forward and kissed Lex in a manner that was totally devoid of passion, it was calculated, he was just running a programme.
Lex laughed, coldly, stepping back. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"You shouldn't. Besides, I know you, you don't trust anyone- you're a paranoid freak."
It was true too. He'd pried too much into Clark's life and now he was suffering for it. That was what you got when you had Lionel Luthor as a father, growing up in an environment where you always had to watch your back because everyone had an ulterior motive. The more he'd tried to hold on, the more everyone important to him had slipped through his fingers, because he couldn't trust that they'd stay.
He kissed Milton back, even though he knew he really shouldn't, because at least here there was nothing to lose. He started to unbutton his shirt, dispassionately, because really this meant nothing to him.
It had been different with Clark. He loved Clark. He loved Clark because he was innocent; Milton Fine was anything but. Rather, they were similar, somehow. That was why it could never be more than a brief moment of solidarity. One of his distractions.
Whilst Milton Fine was well aware of the meaning of the word distraction, he had never once experienced it. He was, as he was programmed to be, completely focused on his directive. It was strange, that a computer possessing no emotions could feel a devotion that was so close to love for the one that had programmed him, for Zod. And this Lex Luthor was to be Zod's vessel (although he didn't know it yet). There was a logic in this, for the Brain InterActive Construct was always logical.
This affair, this brief coming together, was nothing but another step towards the end goal.
And, after they were done, they parted without a word, returning to their own schemes so seamlessly as if nothing had ever happened.
Author note: I hope that it wasn't too out of character; I always worry when writing for a fandom that I haven't written for before. I'd really appreciate any feedback!