Date: 2009-05-30 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] capable-of.livejournal.com
"You. You." Lex rattled off the word in every language he knew as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Then his hands came forward to touch the skin Anatoly was slowly exposing. Once the shirt was fully open, Lex took advantage and leaned forward to kiss at Anatoly's neck and collar bone, each more loving then the next, as his hands stroked the bare skin on his sides. This...this was all he ever needed.
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

The Past Players

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