Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Lex used to think he was good at that game, but he'd never cared about something this much with his heart before. But it was do or die in this case so he had no choice. For once, Lionel's training was going to prove fruitful.

He retook his position behind and to the side of Anatoly as he followed him, using the distraction of keeping watch to hide the growing fear pooling in his gut. He'd faced down Lionel Luthor time after time, but the thought of facing Anatoly's wife and children was almost making him loose any composure he was trying to hold onto.

When they were just outside the flat, Lex couldn't resist any longer. He pulled Anatoly back into the stairwell. He looked around for a moment before pulling him into a kiss, a very possessive kiss but he couldn't help himself. Anatoly was his, dammit, and the thought of sharing him with the people who had prior claim on him scared him to death. But he would. After this kiss.