Are the Communists sporting?

[chesspolitik]

After drinking half of the last remaining bottle of vodka, Anatoly couldn't quite remember how he and Guy had come to drinking outside of his hut, but he was rather glad they had done so. For once, he wasn't thinking of Lex or how unhappy he really was. He was living in the moment, carefree and joyous and also very smashed.

"So what was it you were saying," Anatoly asked, trying to keep himself from leaning into Guy and failing. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch it."

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[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

The extent of Guy's knowledge of the Russian language was that vodka meant something along the lines of 'little water' and by now it did indeed pass his throat like water. That was the only similarity, but at the moment also the only one that was relevant.

"We're on an island, isolated from any outside influences save our own expiriences and yet we are heading in the very same direction we would if were in a normal world. It's a small cage filled with personal references from which there is no escape."

Drunk though he was, he could still talk in quite a straight manner. The context in which he said it though, was slightly more blurred, though to him, all too clear.

[chesspolitik]

Anatoly listened intently, but try as he might, he couldn't quite follow the drift of Guy's thoughts. Clearly, this mean he needed another dose of vodka. A few drinks later, it all came together - or so he thought.

"So, what you are saying is that we would still be doing what we would if we were home? Or acting as if we would?"

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Guy took a gulp. "From quadrangle, to quadrangle; boxed and lidded. We're thinking the way we were thinking at home. Every advance is just making this place more like home. But it can't be. It's inherently different. It's playing chess with the same pieces, but on a triangular 10 by 10 board." He smiled and looked at the other man.

It wasn't a simili he would have used if he was sober, if only because it made only very little sense. Now, however, it seemed perfectly clear. Besides, Anatoly liked chess. It worked.

[chesspolitik]

"It might be difficult but not impossible," Anatoly immediately said, picturing the dimensions of such a board in his mind. "You would have to change the line up of the pieces, almost certainly, but it could be done. It would mean all new strategies, of course."

He paused for a moment and laughed, pressing his shoulder against Guy's. "But that's not what you meant. Or is it? Perhaps that is our problem here. We are so used to sixty-four squares that we go on as if that is our venue, when really we have a wider playing field."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

"New strategies, exactly!" Guy exclaimed, and patted the Russian's leg. "That's what we need. New ways of looking at the same thing." He took a gulp and paid little mind to the lingering hand on the other's knee.

[chesspolitik]

"But how to do that - open people's eyes," Anatoly mused, tilting his head to look at Guy, not minding at all the hand on his knee. "If we can. I would think most people just want to know they are safe and cared for. Thinking about new things puts them out of their comfort. You'd have to get someone truly inspired to lead your revolution."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

"Nothing is wrong yet; that's the problem. Revolutions rise from the inquietude of a group. Not the inspiried would lead this revolution, but the depressed," he laughed. "People of this island, unite! You have nothing to lose but your self-given right to lull about on the beach all day doing fuck all!"

[chesspolitik]

Anatoly laughed uproariously, slinging his arm around Guy's shoulder in an easy gesture. Politics in his normal state was anathema, but the vodka made him looser and have a sense of humor on the subject. "But what would we call this movement? Burgessism? It doesn't quite roll off the tongue."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Burgessism was not only un-catchy, it was something Guy found he was no longer able to pronounce. "Burg...-" He decided against trying. He looked at Anatoly instead. "Buggerism. Has a nicer ring to it."

[chesspolitik]

"Buggerism? I suppose it is accurate, but it lacks a little... poetry. It needs... it needs an image, a vision. Something to draw the eye, as it were." Anatoly tilted his head. "Don't you think?"

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

It was impossible for Guy not to grin wickedly at that. "An image of buggery... I know a few." Suddenly he was more aware that his hand was still on Anatoly's knee, and Anatoly's arm was still around him.

[chesspolitik]

Despite his best efforts, Anatoly couldn't repress a flush at the sight of that wicked smile. He'd been aware of Guy's flirtatious ways before, of course, but he'd hardly allowed himself to register it. Now, he had no excuse not to notice and if he was brutally honest, no desire not to.

"Only a few? Really, I'm surprised and shocked," he couldn't help but tease, not entirely sure what he thought he was doing.

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

"Are you? Well, you could teach me some new ones. Russian, perhaps..." Guy smiled and leaned it. "Sadly, I don't have a camera."

[chesspolitik]

"I could, but I might be a poor sort of teacher," Anatoly was forced to admit out of a sense of fairness. "Given that my education in that matter is spotty at best."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

"Really, you should have said," Guy said, and quite simply kissed him. "Your chance at a British spy after all..."

[chesspolitik]

"I was waiting for the right opportunity," Anatoly said mildly. Then Guy was kissing him and the only sensible thing to do was kiss him back, a little tentatively at first.

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Guy pulled back for a moment. "The right opportunity will never present itself if you swoon over Anthony," he couldn't help but say, but then quickly leaned in again for a vodka scented mouth against his.

[chesspolitik]

"That was the island influence," Anatoly quickly protested as he pulled Guy a little closer to him. "Anthony is not... not who I would swoon for."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Guy laughed loudly (disregarding his close position to Anatoly's face). "No, I suppose not. He's such a mood-killer. In fact, only talking of him is making me sulk." So, he fixed it by kissing him again, and tugged at his shirt with a free hand.

[chesspolitik]

"There are better things to talk of," Anatoly agreed easily. "Or not talk, as the case might be."

He returned the kiss hungrily, then sat back a bit to give Guy room to unbutton his shirt. They would need to move inside soon for decency's sake, but for now, he was very disinclined to move, particularly while he was kissing Guy yet again.

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Decency was not something Guy was often accused of. If they moved it would not be his doing.

The hungry kiss was, despite their drunken state, a surprise, but a very pleasant one indeed. Guy decided to forget his suprise and simply returned the kiss with equal hunger, as his fingers found skin under the shirt.

[chesspolitik]

At this stage in his inebriation, Anatoly wasn't allowing himself to think of anything but the handsome man before him. Tonight, there was only joy and a little bit of mutual pleasure.

"Your shirt should come off," he murmured in Russian. It had been so easy for him to slip into that language with Lex that he'd quite forgotten that it wasn't that way with everyone.

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Guy had been to Russia once. All he had learned of the language was 'vodka', which could hardly be seen as an achievement, and what he presumed to be the Russian words for 'wake up' or 'stand up', which he had heard repeated as he was rudely woken from stupor by two Russian police officers in a park.

He smiled and looked up. "What?" he whispered back into the ear whose lobe he had found to tease.

[chesspolitik]

It took Anatoly a few moments to remember the words in English, so distracted was he by the nibbling on his ear. "Your shirt should come off," he repeated with an enticing smile. "While I can still remember English."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Guy helped him take off his shirt and carelessly discarded it. "Before I make you forget the use of language all-together," Guy grinned and stood up. "Let's go inside."

[chesspolitik]

Anatoly tilted his head back and laughed delightedly, feeling very much on top of the world at the moment. He stood, shedding his own shirt as he did so then pulled Guy in for a kiss. "Then inside we should go," he said slowly, his accent very prominent. "After you, my comrade."

[patriotqueen.livejournal.com]

Guy laughed as he walked inside. "You sound like our first contact," and quickly added, "with an infinitely more diverse vocabulary and more handsome, of course."

[chesspolitik]

"Contact?" Anatoly asked curiously as he gently guided Guy over to the bed, barely managing to avoid running into the stacks of chess books. "That sounds very secretive."