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We are a world away from where we started

Lex was home where he belonged, and if it were up to Anatoly, he'd never let him out of his sight again. In the time spent without him, he'd come to truly understand the depth of his feelings for Lex. He might never be able to tell him so with words - they both had too much baggage to express such sentiments so freely - but he could show him.

But desperate embraces could only satisfy so much, and eventually the question of food arose. Anatoly was reluctant to leave Lex alone again, but with Lex not wanting to face people for awhile, it was the only solution.

He couldn't help the sigh of relief when he returned to the hut with boar sandwiches and found Lex where he'd left him. There were still questions to be answered about what had happened between Lex and Clark, but that could wait a little longer.

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Anatoly closed his eyes, letting out a quiet whimper as he shifted his hips forward. Under Lex's tender expert care, he was beginning to relax and even starting to enjoy this new feeling.

Then there were two fingers instead of one and he arched his back with a desperate cry, so very close that he could hardly stand it. "Lex," he breathed, twisting his fingers in the sheets in an attempt to keep himself together. "Sascha..."

Sensing how close Anatoly was, Lex didn't waste time before adding a third finger, wanting to be sure the Russian was nice and loose for his first time. Lex didn't want it to hurt for a moment.

Once he deemed Anatoly ready, he gave the head of the other's cock a quick kiss, before sitting back on his heels. He took a moment to just look at this beautiful man, a beautiful man who was all his. And who Lex belonged to completely. Before the island, it would have scared him. Now...he felt safe.

He leaned forward, pulling Anatoly's legs up with him as he bent down for a kiss. "Ready, my beautiful Tolya?"

The only thing Anatoly could focus on through the haze of delicious sensation was how much he wanted Lex at this moment. He arched up into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Lex's neck. "Please," he murmured breathlessly. "Please, Sascha, I need you now..."

"Anything for you...anything and everything Tolya..." Lex whispered softly as he finally gave into the urge and pushed into him. He held his breath as he moved slow so Anatoly could get used to the feeling and to contain all the emotion he was feeling in this moment. Sex had never meant this much to him, but then it wasn't just sex. This was the very definition of making love. And after the day they'd had...it was oddly appropriate.

Sex for Anatoly had never been purely about lust. There'd always been some sort of feeling there, whether it was love or the potential of it. This, this was something else, something far deeper and passionate.

He kept his arms wrapped around Lex tightly as he tried to get used to this new feeling of being filled. He murmured softly as he exhaled, shifting underneath as he became more comfortable. A few more moments and the murmurs turned to quiet moans and the occasional word in Russian.

Deep and passionate Lex would agree with. Would never admit, but agree with.

Ducking his head, Lex kissed and sucked at Anatoly's throat, hoping to keep him relaxed as he kept slowly pushing in. Once he was fully seated, he paused and lifted his head again to kiss Anatoly lightly before asking. "Alright?" His tone was breathless as he had to fight to contain himself. He'd thought about this, what it would feel like and how it would compare to every other time. He didn't expect such a rush of emotion to go with the amazing sensation, blowing any past experience out of the water.

"Yes," Anatoly breathed, unable to form more of a coherent response than that. He moved one hand to cup the back of Lex's head, his other arm still tightly wound around his neck. This was beyond all expectation; the reality exceeding every dream or fantasy.

God was Anatoly beautiful like this, breathless and raw underneath him. Lex moaned softly as the hand touched his bare head and he let it pull him down into a deep kiss as he carefully moved his hips, shifting in and out gently.

Anatoly kissed Lex passionately, matching as best as he could the rhythm set. He'd never imagined anything could feel so perfect and right, and if he'd been more capable of rational thought, he'd wonder why he'd waited so long.

"Sascha," he murmured desperately, so close he could hardly stand it. "Please, I need... so close..."

"Almost there Tolya..." Lex said softly and almost soothingly as he kissed him lightly once more. One of his hands began moving slowly down Anatoly's chest, until it lightly began teasing his belly and upper thighs, everywhere but the Russian's cock. Anatoly wasn't the only one who could tease with the best of them.

And all the while he kept moving in and out in controlled strokes, slowly building in speed and strength towards his own orgasm.

Anatoly whimpered in protest, the light touches not nearly enough to satisfy his need. This was almost certainly well-deserved payback for all of the times he'd been a wicked tease, and all he could do was endure it (and plan his revenge later).

He arched against Lex, digging his fingernails into his shoulders as he murmured soft pleas into his ear.

The whimpers and pleas were music to Lex ears and he kissed Anatoly's jaw and neck to show his appreciation.

But eventually, he took pity on his beautiful Russian and his hand closed around Anatoly's cock at the same moment he angled himself inside just right. "Let go Tolya..." He rasped softly in the other's ear.

Anatoly needed no further urging. He had already been so close, and under Lex's skilled ministrations, he fell right over the edge. Lex's name was on his lips as he came, back arched, completely undone.

At the beautiful sight unfolding underneath him, Lex couldn't help moaning softly with pure lust and joy. His hand kept stroking Anatoly until he came all the way down, keeping the same rhythm as his hips. Of course, it wasn't long until he pushed all the way in and came himself, with eyes half closed and soft Russian words, including Anatoly's name, pouring from his lips.

Afterwards, Anatoly lay in a pleasant haze, his head resting on Lex's shoulder. He was completely and utterly exhausted and didn't think he could move an inch. His one coherent thought was along the lines that they should have done this ages ago.

He murmured Lex's name sleepily and closed his eyes. There was something he wanted to say, something important, but it would have to wait. He couldn't stay awake now if he tried. A few moments later, he was sound asleep.

Lex collapsed beside Anatoly on the bed and for the longest time, could only hold him tightly as he took deep breaths, coming down from one of the best highs he'd ever experienced. Soon, one hand found it's way into Anatoly's curls, the other stroked the skin of his stomach. He kept stroking and just touching gently until he joined Anatoly in sleep.

That...was unlike any thing Lex had ever experienced and he was so very thankful he could share it with a man...he loved so very much.

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