We are a world away from where we started

[chesspolitik]

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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When Anatoly returned, Lex looked up from where he'd been staring at the chess board on the table. It wasn't set up mid play as usual, instead it was clear that the pieces had just been set up as quickly as possible to get them off the floor. Half weren't even standing up. Haphazard due to their being knocked to the floor yesterday morning when Clark had abducted him.

Clark. The previous center of Lex's universe. The more he thought about it, he knew his focus had shifted from Clark to Anatoly long before his realization that night before, but he wasn't sure when. Or how even when not even Helen had done that. Still, the realization was enough to shake him to his very core and combined with the events surrounding the said realization, it had left Lex unusually quiet and more inclined to just cling to Anatoly in a most un-Luthor like fashion. Not to mention what Clark had said while he was falling asleep...

Lex smiled at Anatoly and carefully moved the chess board to make room for the food on the table. They hadn't talked much since that morning, mostly because Lex didn't know what to say. How did he explain to Anatoly how he'd married Clark, secrets or no? Could he?