One night in [Tabula Rasa] and the tough guys tumble...

[chesspolitik]

As Anatoly slowly made his way back to the land of the conscious, the only coherent thought he could muster was that he hurt. His head, his shoulders - every muscle in his body ached and he couldn't quite remember why. He had a vague sense of something happening, something terrible, but the more he tried to fish it out from the depths of his mind, the less tangible the memory was.

His eyes fluttered open and he gasped as he saw nothing but stone. He tried to move and discovered both his hands and feet were tied. He turned his head here and there, but at the angle he was sitting, he could see nothing but shadows. It seemed no matter which way he looked, he was trapped.

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[daddy-luthor.livejournal.com]

Lionel gave a small snort. "Please. If Anatoly has slept with half the amount of women Lex has, I'd be impressed." He said with a small sneer, since most had been in Lex's 'piss off daddy' phase. "No, it would be the marriage bit that would scare away my son. For some reason, despite two wives trying to kill him, he respects it far to much then to sleep with a married man. So what exactly did you tell my son to get him into bed...or did you just decline from mentioning it at all?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he waited for a reaction.

[molokovcocktail.livejournal.com]

"I think the better question is why Anatoly is sleeping with your son at all." Molokov grabbed Anatoly's hair, jerking his head up so that Lionel was clearly in his sight line.

"I thought you had put those urges behind you, Tolya. Why now? Did you go through all the women in this place?"

[chesspolitik]

Despite his extreme discomfort, Anatoly kept up his show of defiance. "I think you both should go to hell," he muttered. "What Lex and I have or why we've done what we have."

[daddy-luthor.livejournal.com]

Ignoring Anatoly's pitiful attempt at defiance, Lionel continued conversationally, "Whenever Lex tired to find a woman for a more...permanent arrangement, he would be attracted to tall women with dark brown hair. Women that reminded him of his mother. Being your a father yourself, perhaps that is what he wanted, to find that" He sneered "loving connection he missed from her."

But then his expression changed into one of sharp amusement. "Though since your a /father/ I can't help but wonder if it wasn't his mother he was trying to find the connection with. So Anatoly, what could you and I have in common that would have my son so desperately seek out your companionship and your bed?" It was a long shot yes...but Lionel knew it would hurt which was the point.