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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[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."