There's nothing more relaxing then a game of pool

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Oh Lex had missed his pool table. It was one of the finest tables ever created and upholstered in royal purple velvet. The balls were a pro set and were shined to perfection, with a cue ball polished so white it looked flawless. It was one of Lex's most prized possessions, behind his cars of course, and one of the few things he'd added to the castle to make it his own.

And it was made even better with a handsome Russian bent over it. Lex stood to the side, leaning on his own personal stick, as he watched Anatoly's set up with one eye, and his ass with the other. "The cue ball is going to go right if you shoot like that." He said with a smirk in his voice. A master Anatoly may be at chess, he was still having trouble mastering the game of billards.

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Lex knew Clark had to be concerned, and it touched him deeply to see the evidence of it. After the cold shoulder he'd gotten from the Clark on the island, this was a welcome respite.

"Clark, if you trust me..." He said simply, putting his hands on Clark's shoulders for emphasis, "Then trust me when I tell you that you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Like alot that happens in this town. And trust me when I say that I've known Anatoly for longer then you think and he means everything to me." He couldn't help the stupid grin on his face. "Everything. And I know he isn't using me because he faced down my father in the nude this morning and you and I both know that means love. So, I appreciate your concern Clark, more then you know, but please...trust me." The last two words were said with the same hushed whisper in which the words 'I love you' were usually uttered and perhaps it would be the closet Clark and Lex would ever get to them.

But instead, Lex kissed Clark's cheek, then turned to walk back to Anatoly in the library, leaving a wide eyed Clark behind him.