XMFC AU (is there such a thing as comedy noir?):
P.I. Charles Xavier & Mr Lehnsherr, the mysterious widower in search of Sebastian ‘McGuffin’ Shaw, embark on an X-citing First Class adventure.
“Mr. Lehnsherr? I’m Charles Xavier, we spoke on the phone. Please, come in,” Charles said. “May I take your coat and hat?”
His prospective client eased the trenchcoat off his shoulders, and his suit jacket as well, handing them over with his hat. He lacked a tie, and the top buttons of his dress shirt were open, baring the hollows of a strong neck, a glimpse of the ridge of his collarbone, unexpectedly provocative.
Charles hung his things from the coatrack and resumed his seat behind his desk, settling upright, folding his hands on the desk. “Please, sit. What can I do for you, Mr. Lehnsherr?”
His prospective client settled into the other chair, placing his briefcase alongside. “I’m looking—” Mr. Lehnsherr frowned slightly, his eyes drifting from Charles to the window behind him. “Would you mind putting down the blinds?”
“Certainly,” Charles said, popping up again to let down the Venetian blinds. His office darkened; he reached for the standing lamp.
“Not the lamp, please— you could just open the blinds a little,” said Mr. Lehnsherr.
“All right,” Charles agreed, a bit less readily. Put the blinds down, but open them… well, anything to put his client at ease. He opened the blinds, striping the dim room with bars of light. “Better?”
“Much, thank you.”
“Now, then,” Charles took his seat. “How can I help you?”