Pure As Snow in Moscow

[chesspolitik]

Properly speaking, Christmas to Anatoly was celebrated on January 7th but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate all of the festivities currently going on. For all of the island's faults and there were certainly plenty of them, when it wanted to celebrate something, it did so in style. The mansion was trimmed with all manner of wreathes and bows and as grand as it was, it paled in comparison with some of the storefronts along the busiest roads.

It was all a fantastic spectacle and he knew if he looked around hard enough, he would be bound to find a party or two to attend. He preferred peace and quiet in the company of the one he loved beyond words, though, and so he convinced Lex to come with him on a stroll through the Palace Gardens.

"It is a beautiful place," he murmured with his hand resting gently on Lex's arms, heedless of the scandalized mutterings of the ghostly residents.

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[chesspolitik]

"I think it is good for them," Anatoly answered brightly then wrapped his arms around Lex. returning his kiss enthusiastically. After all, he had changed - why couldn't they?

[capable_of]

"And since they are ghosts, it's not like they have anything better to do." Lex teased once the kiss ended. He glanced around the park and spotted a gazebo half covered in snow. The perfect place for one of his favorite month of winter traditions.

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"I am sure there are any many things they could do," Anatoly teased back. "Or perhaps they are hoping to hear some advice on chess or running businesses."

He paused for a moment then kissed Lex again, a slow deep kiss. "I think they are out of luck, today."

[capable_of]

"How unfortunate for them." Lex said with false disappointment as he pulled Anatoly up the steps into the gazebo.

"Though, I do have business to attend too..." He smirked as he lightly shoved Anatoly against one of the supports, kissing him deeply for a moment before getting on to other things.

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"Is that so?" Anatoly asked, his breath hitching slightly as his back hit the support. He knew where this was going and this was most assuredly one of his favorite parts about winter. Making love in the snow was a fantasy and that Lex was willing to indulge him was simply one more thing he loved about the man.

"You must tell me what sort of business this is."

[capable_of]

Any fantasy of Anatoly's that Lex could grant, he was going to do his damned hardest to do so And honestly, making love in the snow, those dark curls framed against the white...it wasn't exactly a hardship.

His hands moved between their bodies, one moving under the layers Anatoly wore to stroke the skin of his stomach, while the other worked to open the Russian's pants so Lex could reach inside.

[chesspolitik]

Anatoly closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned more heavily the support column, widening his stance for support. He covered the hand on his stomach with his own and thrust his hips forward to make Lex's job easier.

"That kind of business," he murmured with a smile, bending his head to kiss Lex softly. "It is all clear to me now."

[capable_of]

"What other business is there?" Lex said huskily as he kissed under Anatoly's ear.

The hand on Anatoly's stomach curled around the Russian's fingers for a moment before running up to find a nipple.

The other finally got inside the other's pants and slipped insider, his cold fingers wrapping around the warm cock he found there.

[chesspolitik]

"None," Anatoly breathed. The contrast between the cold of the weather and the warmth of Lex so close to him was bliss and he thought again of how lucky he was to have found him. They might never say the word out loud but it was love all the same.

"Ah, Sascha," he murmured as he felt Lex's hands around him and it was all he could do not to thrust forward.

[capable_of]

Love of the best kind, that could be felt in all aspect of one's being. Including a liaison in the snow in the middle if Victoria London.

Lex left his hand there for a moment as he leaned into Anatoly, pressing his body against the Russian's and trapping his hands on nipple and cock, letting his cold skin contrast with Anatoly's warm. "What do you want Toyla??"

[chesspolitik]

"You," Anatoly breathed, pressing his hips against Lex. There were answers he could have given if he were capable of being coherent but it all came to the same thing in the end. He just wanted Lex.

[capable_of]

It was the only answer Lex needed.

He leaned back enough only so he could move his hands again, stroking Anatoly's chest and running down his cock, set to drive his Russian nuts.