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Before going into the hut to break the horrible news to Anatoly, Lex paused to lean against the outer wall of the hut to collect himself. This week had been trying enough hiding the headaches and insomnia from Anatoly. And now, the worst possible thing had happened in that the last person he ever wanted to see again had just arrived on the island. Of all the times he needed his wits, why were they suddenly failing him?

He'd spent a good hour getting his father settled in the Compound. He knew his father didn't believe him and was treating him like he was going to break. The one time Lionel had caught him rubbing a particularly bad ache in his neck, Lex swore his father almost looked concerned. That would have been first, at least as far as Lex could remember. And was enough to seriously creep him out.

Finally Lex took a deep breath and went inside, straight to the scotch bottle. There was at least one upside to the this week, as if the island had anticipated his need. He poured a large cup of scotch, drained it, winced slightly at the burn and then began refilling it again as he said, "My father is here."

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And that was how Lex could love Anatoly. He understood Lex, while being less jaded enough that he didn't see any of himself in the Russian. Or at least the parts that terrified him.

Lex turned into the kiss, so he could look Anatoly in the eyes. "I won't..." his voice broke, the past few days wearing on him and oh was his head hurting, "I won't let him hurt you again. I promise." And that earned him another long drink from the Scotch in his hand. Then he laughed bitterly. "He blamed me you know. The island is my fault."

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In truth, Anatoly wasn't worried about Lionel hurting him. Here, the man only had the resources he came with and he somehow doubted that a group of hired thugs and an abandoned warehouse were among them. It was Lex that he was worried about.

"Your fault?" He laughed incredulously. "How could this place be your fault? It existed long before either of us got here. He'll learn, soon enough. And if he doesn't? He can blame things on you all he wants, but it can't change the truth."

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Lex laughed again. "You under estimate him. He's very good at blaming me for things. Sometimes, he's even right." He'd mentioned Julian to Anatoly in passing, but only that he had a little brother who had died. He'd never mentioned how he'd been the one to kill him and how his father had refused to love him since. Of course his father's appearance would rip open old wounds he'd forgotten on the island...

Another big gulp of scotch, as he heard Lionel's clear voice in his head, Luthors do not feel sorry for themselves. "It doesn't matter. He's here. Now I...we have to deal with it. It's not going to be easy." He looked down at his cup then at Anatoly. "He doesn't know about you."

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"That's surely for the best," Anatoly said quietly, reaching for Lex's free hand. "I suspect dealing with him will be difficult enough without giving him more ammunition."

He pulled Lex into another kiss. "Where is he now, in the crash room?"

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Leaning his forehead against Anatoly's for a moment after the kiss, Lex sighed and drained his cup again. The alcohol was starting to help numb his brain, which is what he really needed. He poured another cup, but it only filled half way before what had been a half full bottle of scotch a few minutes ago was now empty. Oh well...it was for a good cause.

"No. I showed it to him but he wouldn't stay there. I managed to find an empty room for him. I left a note in the council office, but other then that, I'll let him take it up with them." Lionel's apparent disgust of everything in the compound had felt like a insult to the happy life Lex had built.

God his neck hurt. He took a drink of scotch, before putting the cup down so he could rub his neck, not caring if Anatoly saw. He was too run down to care.

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"Let me," Anatoly said, moving behind Lex and dislodging his hand so he could replace it with his own. He massaged the other man's neck gently, occasionally pressing kisses to the back of his head. He hated seeing Lex like this, so visibly stressed and tired, and knowing there was very little he could do to help.

"It'll be all right. He can stew by himself for awhile. We'll stay here and get some rest and deal with him in the morning."

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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.

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"Of course, Sascha," Anatoly murmured in Russian as he led Lex to the bed and firmly sat him down. He knelt in front of him, pulling his head down for a passionate kiss then started to unbutton Lex's shirt. "Let me take care of you now."

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"Tolya..." Was Lex's soft reply as he did just that, let Anatoly take care of him and the situation for the moment. A hand went to Anatoly's curls, doing a lot to calm him. He needed to save his strength because tomorrow...tomorrow he had to go to war, one he thought he'd left in Smallville. And he was a year out of practice, the two mysterious days are home not counting.

He really hoped he could sleep tonight. The headaches, the forgetting things...it was getting to the point it was beginning to scare him and a good night's sleep would do wonders, before Anatoly noticed. If he hadn't already.

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As Anatoly undressed Lex and got him settled under the covers, he couldn't help but worry. He hadn't seemed his usual self lately, and it was getting troublesome enough that he'd been weighing whether or not he should drag him into the clinic for someone to look him over. This situation with Lionel could only make things worse.

Still, there was nothing to be done for it now. It was just another thing to be dealt with in the light of the day. What Lex needed at this very moment was to be held and reassured, and that he could do. He stripped off his own clothes then crawled into the bed, pulling the younger man into his arms.

"You have me. I'm here," he reminded him softly. "And I am not going anywhere."