Date: 2009-05-30 11:53 pm (UTC)
chesspolitik: (Gonna Be Your Wound)
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Anatoly closed his eyes with a soft sigh, reveling in the spine-tingling sensation of Lex's touch. He tilted his head to give Lex more room, shifting his position to get more comfortable.

He lightly ran his hands down Lex's chest, marveling anew over the smooth feel. He opened his eyes and leaned in to kiss Lex, whispering afterwards in his ear, "I can never get tired of touching you, Sascha. Never."
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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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