The message was heavenly and Lex couldn't help a small moan. Maybe he could do this, with Anatoly at his side. He couldn't let his father win and ruin his life once again. He drained his glass, set it down and then wrapped his arms around Anatoly's waist. "Take me to bed. Please." Because he was so tired, there was an obvious pleading tone in his voice. "I need you to help me center. Help me focus. So I can fight him. So he won't take this from me..."

There was a stabbing pain between his eyes, but it was easier to ignore while in Anatoly's arms.