For Anatoly, during the Blizzard

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Unlike the rest of the island, the drop in temperature and the sudden snow brought a smile to Lex's face. Or more, it wasn't the weather that had him smiling, but the child like excitement that had taken over Anatoly. They'd prepared their hut with supplies and now were settled in for as long as the storm would last, prepared to enjoy it.

And enjoy it they were. The chess board was set up in it's place, a game underway. Aeneas was curled up asleep in a pile of blankets under the table, next to an empty bottle of vodka. Anatoly, dressed in Soviet army gear, was contemplating his next chess move while Lex, dressed once again in his Marshall uniform, was opening another bottle of vodka, so the snow could be properly celebrated.

Once the bottle was open, Lex took a drink before passing it over. "Have I stumped you already, my dear Grandmaster?" He teased with a grin.

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"I did," Anatoly answered, giving Lex a deep reassuring kiss. How he could have gotten so lucky to find someone so perfectly suited for him, he didn't know. But one thing he was certain of - he was not letting this one go. "It was far better than anything I imagined it might be like."

He stayed in Lex's embrace for a few moments, reveling in their closeness, then firmly motioned towards the door. "But now, inside, Sascha. I want to give you yours."

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"Perfect" Lex muttered into the kiss, enjoying just ignoring the cold and holding Anatoly for a few long moments. He'd give Anatoly the world if he could...anything for the man he loved.

Then he chuckled as he let himself be forced inside. "Oh...and what fantasy would that be Tolya?" He asked as shrugged out of his coat.

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"You'll have to tell me, won't you?" Anatoly grinned playfully at Lex as he shed his own coat. "Every little detail. I want to know, and then I will do whatever it takes to make it happen."

He grabbed Lex's hand and tugged him towards the bed, pausing every few steps to kiss him hungrily. Their interlude in the snow was only the beginning of a fun-filled, passionate night.