Date: 2010-03-15 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] one--song.livejournal.com
The recitation of his name gave him pause, even as his breath was hitching from the desperately needed contact to his hand. Once he was being kissed, though, his brain stopped working. He went absolutely still fir the first few moments, memorizing the feeling of it after thinking about it for so, so Goddamn long. It was perfect. Literally perfect. And no amount of atmosphere could fuck it up for him.

Nothing, of course, except his own crippling self-hatred.

"Anatoly," Roger said, moving a hand to his shoulder to steady him back a step. "Ple-- Just... Are you sure?"
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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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