Lex Luthor

"Oh, is it the cue ball you're looking at?" Anatoly teased, very much amused. "I would have sworn otherwise."

The damnable thing was that Lex was undoubtedly right about its direction. He sighed and adjusted his set up yet again, biting his lower lip in concentration. This game was complicated and barely made sense, but he was far too stubborn to admit defeat.

"The damned ball is going to go where it pleases no matter what I do, you know."

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"Some of us can multi-task." Lex said with a small smirk, then took one final longing look at said ass before leaning his stick against the wall and walking over to stand behind Anatoly. He draped his body over the Russian's, so he could whisper in his ear, "Do I have to show you the proper position again?"

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Any hope of focusing on how to make the shot he wanted to make was lost as Lex moved behind him. Anatoly turned his head to the side, leaning back far enough to press a heated kiss to Lex's lips. "There's nothing wrong with my position."

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Lazily, Lex returned the kiss while moving his hands lightly down Anatoly's arm as he leaned into him. "Oh?" He asked softly, "Then I guess the problem is with mine..." With a teasing grin, Lex was suddenly on the other side of the table, giving Anatoly a playful look.

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Anatoly could only laugh at the speed with which the other man had moved away. This was a game Anatoly knew very well how to play, and could play it well, if past experience was any judge.

Very carefully, he set the pool cue against the side of the table then stalked over where Lex stood. With a slow smile, he invaded his personal space, resting his hands on either side of him then leaned in for a kiss. "This is much better, I agree..."

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Trapped between the table and Anatoly, Lex couldn't think of any place he'd rather be. With one hand in Anatoly's hair and the other on his hip, Lex already had been half sitting on the edge of the table and now he laid back on the felt, pulling Anatoly down on top of him as he returned the kiss heatedly.

He'd seen Anatoly eying the table all day and he didn't have to be a genius to figure out what the Russian was thinking. And after the show Anatoly had put on against his father earlier...Lex was more then inclined to indulge him.

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With a murmured sigh against Lex's lips, Anatoly moved down with him, pinning him firmly. He kissed him passionately, one hand braced a few inches from Lex's head, the other firmly grasping his hip. It wasn't often that he took the initiative in their loving, but when the mood struck, it struck with a vengeance.

"Don't you agree," he murmured in Lex's ear as his grip tightened. Not waiting for an answer, he bit his earlobe then started to leave a trail of soft, biting kisses down his neck.

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When his mother had told him there was a large delivery of red roses to the Luthor mansion, Clark had been a bit disheartened. Lex had just gotten over Helen, was he already wooing another woman? And with his friend's luck with women, Clark couldn't help but be worried. He'd practically insisted that he do the delivery, so he could scope out this new woman, just in case he had to keep an eye on her and maybe get Chloe to do a little digging.

Clark drove the Kent truck over to the mansion and lifted the large basket of red roses out of the passenger seat as he got out. It seemed like only yesterday he'd delivered a basket of white tulips so Lex could woo Victoria and he swallowed down any feelings that surfaced at the memory. It wouldn't help when he met the new object of his older friend's affections.

He walked into the mansion with a nod to the security guard, who informed him that Lex was in his office and that he should go right up. Clark knew the way by heart and a small smile came over him face as hoped his friend was alone and maybe they could play a game of pool or two before he had to return home and do chores.

The quick knock on the door and Clark was pushing his way into the library. "Hey Lex, I brought your flo..." His jaw dropped as he spotted his friend pinned to the pool table in a very passionate embrace. With a man. That was...unexpected and oddly disappointing.

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Lex moaned softly as Anatoly took over. It didn't happen often, which made Lex love it all the more, especially since Anatoly was the only person he'd allow the privilege. "Yes, I agree..." He breathed out as he arched his neck back as it was kissed and bit.

He was so enthralled that he didn't hear the door open and didn't realize they weren't alone until Clark spoke. Lex arched his neck farther back so he was looking at a startled Clark Kent staring at him and Anatoly with the roses Lex had ordered, upside down. "Clark!" He exclaimed in surprised, yet not wanting to move. He almost groaned. Why was being interrupted becoming a trend today? And by the worst people possible?

Edited Date: Oct. 4th, 2009 02:57 am (UTC)

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Running into Clark here was a situation he had most assuredly wanted to avoid. This didn't seem to be the Clark from the island, which was just as well considering what had happened the last time they met, but regardless, Anatoly wanted as little to do with him as possible. He simply didn't trust him or his motives, not after what he'd done to Lex.

Reluctantly, he let go of Lex and moved aside to allow him room to get off the table. He stayed close by, in case his support was needed, keeping a wary eye on Clark all the while.

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Clark's knuckles were white as he gripped the basket, just barely not crushing it with his strength. As he swallowed down the odd feeling that wasn't jealousy, he began to get suspicious. This man coming out of no where was oddly reminiscent of Desiree. Maybe he was manipulating Lex in the same way? Maybe that was it, this guy was just someone else he'd have to rescue his best friend from.

"Lex? What's going on?"

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Taking a moment to stand up and straighten himself out for a minute, Lex reached out and squeezed Anatoly's hand before turning to face Clark, coming out from behind the table as he did so. The look of non recognition in Clark's eyes when he looked at Anatoly meant this wasn't the Clark from the island and thus, this would no doubt look very odd to the farmboy. "Nothing you have to worry about Clark."

Lex walked over and took a rose from the basket Clark was holding, then returned to Anatoly. "Clark, I'd like you to meet a dear friend of mine. Anatoly Sergievsky. Anatoly...these are for you." With a small bow of his head, he presented the rose to the Russian, for the moment pretending Clark wasn't still staring.

Edited Date: Oct. 6th, 2009 03:33 am (UTC)

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"For me?" Anatoly repeated, stunned as he finally focused on what was in the basket Clark had been carrying. The roses looked exquisite, and when he brought the rose Lex had given him to his nose, he found they smelled even better.

For the moment, Clark was forgotten as he leaned in to give Lex a soft, sweet kiss. "You didn't need to do that."

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As far as Clark was concerned, this had gone far enough. He cleared his throat loudly to break up the sweet moment, coming forward to set the basket of roses on the pool table. "Umm, Lex? Can I talk you?" When his friend seemed reluctant to move away from other man, he added a "Please?" with large wide eyes.

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Anatoly's reaction was worth every effort of getting the roses. He was so humble and almost unaware of how amazing he was that is just made Lex want to spoil him even more. He raised a hand to brush some curls out of Anatoly's face. "Why? You deserve it. You had to live through a dark point in you life again. Let me take this opportunity to use my resources to spoil you a little."

After another soft, loving kiss, Lex turned to Clark. He gave his young friend a soothing smile. "Of course you can Clark." The smile faltered with surprise when his arm was grabbed and he was pulled out into the hallway.

Once the door was closed behind them, leaving Anatoly alone in the study, Lex dug in his heels and made Clark stop. "Okay Clark, we're in private as I assume that's what you were going for. I realize this situation stinks of Desiree, but I promise, it's not. I...can't explain so I just ask you to trust me." If Clark couldn't see the love in Lex's eyes, he had to be blind.

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Anatoly had a suspicion that nothing he said would ever dissuade Lex from his need to shower him with gifts while they were here. It clearly made him happy to do so, and Anatoly was more than happy to indulge him.

At the request to speak to Lex alone, he warily glanced over at Clark. He couldn't exactly blame Clark for being suspicious about him, if that was his motive for pulling him away, but he couldn't help feeling possessive, either. Clark'd had his chance and lost. He wasn't about to give way to him now.

All things considered, it was best if he let Lex handle the situation, and so he let them go without a murmur.

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Clark was so very torn. He remembered the look on Lex's face during both of his weddings, the happy open look. But nothing compared to the look in Lex's eyes at this moment. The blue was brighter then Clark had ever seen with pure emotion. Lex was happier then he had ever seen him at any wedding.

He thought that Lex would only ever look at him that way. And that's what hurt. He wanted Lex to be this happy...but he wanted to be the one to make him that way.

"I...I trust you Lex." And wasn't that a loaded statement. But at the moment, he didn't have a choice. He knew that. "But come on Lex...who is this guy? He showed up faster then Desiree. You have to see why I'm worried." And that didn't mean he wasn't going to express his concern.

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