Lex Luthor

For Anatoly's part, the simple pleasures in life had begun and ended with chess. It was only now that he was taking the time to pursue other activities, or, more to the point, was allowing himself to be convinced to try other things.

Pressed against the wall, the only thought on Anatoly's mind was Lex, and how quickly they might get back to their hut. He returned the kiss passionately, his arms wrapped around Lex's waist.

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Now, Clark was eighteen. Well, nineteen by now. He wasn't a eunuch, either. He'd had his fair share of hot make out sessions that made him wish things could go further, but he was always the Keep It Behind Closed Doors type. Unless there was red K involved, then things sort of... Well, all bets were off. Seeing others filled Clark with such a flurry of embarrassment and flustered him so. His face grew about as red as an apple and it wasn't a very good sight.

So, imagine his surprise as he made his way toward the compound to visit the Rec Room when he came upon the sight of two boys going at it against the walls. He hadn't expected it, really. He half wondered if there was some weird lust wave going through the island, which...wouldn't really surprise him.

"Oh man," he said, blushing, and turning to look away. "So sorry." Awk. Ward. Wait, had that been Lex? He glanced once more, eyes wide, and cleared his throat before looking away again. "Sorry, L-lex."

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If Clark had been anyone else, Lex wouldn't even have registered his presence. Nothing existed in this moment except the amazing Russian pressed against him and the same thought about distance to their hut had been going through his mind.

But Clark was one of the few people that got through to Lex, even now with their still rocky friendship. With a soft sigh he hid against Anatoly's lips, he kissed him again in a more sedate manor before turning to look at Clark over his shoulder with a mostly friendly smile, with just a tinge of a smirk. He hadn't told Clark about his Russian friend yet and well...Lex always did like a bit of drama in his life. Couldn't let things be too simple after all. "Hello Clark."

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So this was Clark. Anatoly had heard a little about him from Lex, but he had never met the boy until now. He was struck by the eerie resemblance to Conner. They could have been twins, they looked so much alike.

But that was a subject for another time. As it was, he couldn't help but flush in embarrassment at being caught displaying his affection for Lex so blatantly. It didn't matter so much here as it would have at home, perhaps, but old habits and ways of thinking died hard.

"Hello," he said quietly, managing a small smile.

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Clark offered the other man a wave. "Sorry for interrupting, I'll just..." He motioned toward the entrance to the compound. "I'll be on my way. You..." He vaguely motioned toward their current...and previous...state. "You do whatever it was you were doing before." He cleared his throat. "Don't let me interrupt."

Clark never knew what to say in these sorts of situations. Not that he happened on them frequently, but you go to enough parties, walk into the wrong room, and you tend to catch an eyeful from time to time.

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While the offer was tempting, Lex knew this was a fleeting opportunity. Thoughts if whether it was wise to mix these two parts of his life were irrelevant. He felt like he owed it to Anatoly after the incident with Kon at the waterfall to at least introduce them.

And a petty part of him wanted to show Clark why, despite the fact they were trying to mend their friendship, he didn't need the boy here like he had at home.

With one more soft, light kiss to Anatoly's lips, Lex released his grip on his curls. He slipped his arm around the Russian's waist as he turned so they were both facing Clark, his hand taking up it's usual calming spot at the small of Anatoly's back. "Clark, wait a moment. It would be rude to walk away without introducing yourself." He said in a light teasing tone, usually reserved for the two men before him.

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Lex was frustrating at times. "Of course," he managed to say with a soft smile. "I'm Clark," he said, holding his hand out for Anatoly. "Clark Kent. Nice to meet you." This was uncomfortable. Not because of Lex and Anatoly being together, Clark was used to seeing Lex with other people. It happened so frequently back home, but it was probably the first time he'd encountered Lex in full make out mode against the wall of a building and essentially molesting a man out in the open.

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"Anatoly Sergievsky," he introduced himself, shaking Clark's hand firmly. "It is very nice to meet you as well."

He smiled sheepishly and nudged Lex fondly before turning his attention back to Lex. "I apologize if we've... Lex is very... compelling when he feels the need to make a point."

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While his smile didn't change as he watched the exchange of names, he could help watching each nuance like a hawk, taking in Clark's embarrassment and Anatoly's unease. It was the unease that worried him more and he rubbed small circles with the hand on Anatoly's back even as he kissed him playfully on the cheek. "Don't worry Tolya, Clark is used to my dramatic reactions, aren't you Clark? Though I'm afraid he's never caught me in quite this situation before." He made a show of thinking for a moment, "Though there was the one time with Victoria, remember Clark? The day you were delivering apples?"

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"How could I forget," Clark replied.

Clark wanted to go. He really did. "Well," he glanced at the entrance, "I'm gonna go grab some stuff for Xander. So." He smiled. "It was really nice meeting you, Anatoly." He nodded at Lex. "It was nice seeing you again." He brushed some hair out of his eyes.

"We should grab lunch," he suggested, "figure out when we can schedule in those fencing lessons."

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"At least no yogurt was involved this time. The dramatics could have been unthinkable," Anatoly couldn't help but say, unable to resist a jab at his absent opponent. He glanced at Clark solemnly, even as he fought to hide a grin. "The choice of a man's yogurt can have great affect on affairs of state."

The levity was infinitely preferable to wondering about this Victoria and what she might have done.

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At the comments about yogurt, Lex couldn't help a deep laugh and another playful kiss to Anatoly's forehead. The cattiness only made Lex adore him more in that moment. "Remember that Clark. Pick your yogurt carefully." He added with secret smile.

Then he nodded with a more friendly grin. "Of course. Come by the hut anytime around mid morning and we'll get you those lessons." Then he added with a knowing look. "Then we can grab lunch after wards and you can tell me all about how you and this Xander are doing." His tone was reminiscent of when he'd ask Clark about Lana.

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The yogurt thing was beyond him. He probably had to be there, so he just smiled and nodded. "I'll try to remember that," he said. Inside jokes? Charming. Still, he was glad Lex had finally found someone he could be "cute" with. Even if it was extremely disturbing.

Clark's brows furrowed. "Thanks," he said. Clark would stick to not talking about Xander to Lex for now. If only because it was still something he was working on. "I'll talk to you soon."

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Anatoly merely smiled, unobtrusively pressing closer to Lex. There was history between them, and he would not, for all the world, interfere with that. He'd step back and let Lex manage this, not knowing what else he could say.

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