Lex's eyes grew harder as he spied each new bruise and his hands carefully traced them on Anatoly's chest. "I'm going to kill him." He said darkly before taking a deep breath. "But you're right. Now we need rest." He removed his own shirt, revealing his own bruises and scratches and pulled Anatoly into a soft kiss to distract him from them.
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Date: Feb. 13th, 2011 03:41 am (UTC)