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Freddie was almost coming to terms with Anatoly. It was an overly frustrating feeling because Anatoly was who he always took things out on. Whenever he was in the mood to yell at someone or bother someone, he always took it out on Anatoly. He always made the man's life a living hell mostly just because he could but also because it helped him feel a little better. But now...he almost empathized with the other man.

For the last two days, he'd been on edge. He had been waiting to get into a fight. Unfortunately, Fight Club had already happened for the month and it wasn't likely there was going to be another one any time soon. Plus Anatoly was the only one he got into it with on a regular basis.

He walked along the boardwalk and tried to ignore the way that it felt like someone was itching underneath his skin.

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Freddie just smiled and took a step closer. "Maybe you won't have the chance to disallow it," he said with a smile. "Maybe he'll seek me out. He did the last time, after all. I'm sure if you look closely enough, you can see the knuckle marks."

"You know that if I hadn't been on the space station, actually trying to do something productive for the island, it would never have happened. He followed you, yes, but I promise you it won't happen again." Lex wasn't in the slightest intimidated and just stared Freddie down. "Or are you hoping he finds you because you are too much of a coward to seek him out yourself? Afraid of going through me?"

"That is not something you can promise unless you plan on shadowing him every single day." Freddie laughed. "Are you saying that if he had come up to me and wanted to fight me, that you would have stopped him? Please. We both know that you're just a pussy who does whatever he wants."

"If I knew you hadn't goaded him into it, then I'd let him beat on you as much as he could. And really, I wouldn't be the one calling other people pussy if I were you. I think you like beating Anatoly because he can't really fight back. Or how soon do you forget the first Fight Club?" Lex said evenly, just looking at him.

"Goaded?" Freddie just laughed and shook his head. "I didn't do anything. He followed me. He was the one who came up to me. Just ask him if you don't believe me." Freddie snorted. "If he's not too chicken-shit to admit that he was the one who made the first move."

It was, somehow, wrong now to be saying those words, but Freddie persisted because he knew it would piss Lex off no end.

Lex knew exactly how wrong those worse were and threw them right back. "Why, because you were too chicken-shit to do it yourself?"

"No, because I wanted to see if he'd do it." Freddie just smirked. "And I suppose he did. He wanted to hit me. Is that what pisses you off? Did you think he was the nice guy that he always claimed to be for the media? Oh, please. You, of all people, should know better if you really do know his history."

"There you go again, saying things for which you have no idea about. I've seen Anatoly hit people before. For less then you." Anatoly hitting Clark after he had kidnapped Lex was still a favorite image. "I have no doubt that he would, that he wanted too, but I still say you provoked him. So what did you say Trumper?"

"Hitting someone and wanting to be on the other side of them at Fight Club? Two completely different things and you know it. Why do you want so hard for me to have provoked him?" Freddie moved in closer. "Would you rather have been the one to beat me?" He leaned in and stroked a finger over Lex's jaw.

Lex hated how his jaw automatically tightened, just as it always did when someone touched his face in a confrontation since it was usually his father in some false parental gesture. So he smiled darkly to recover. "Would I enjoy beating you into the ground again? I think you know the answer to that."

Freddie could feel the muscles tighten underneath his hand, so he kept gently stroking the skin. "What makes you think the same thing is going to happen twice?" He wasn't even arguing that they were going to fight.

It wasn't an if. It was when one of them would swing first.

Lex cocked his chin up slightly before knocking Freddie's hand away with the back of his hand. "I know it will."

Freddie grabbed Lex's wrist and held it tightly. "Keep telling yourself that and perhaps it'll be true. Or perhaps I'll be the one to crush your face. Personally, I'm betting on option two."

"Keep dreaming. Now, let me go." Lex said simply, not even tugging his wrist away, as he looked expectantly at Freddie to let go.

Freddie smirked and leaned in a little. "Not a chance."

Lex just raised an eyebrow at him, a bored expression on his face.

Freddie shoved him back, not fooled by the bored expression. "And here, I never pictured you for a coward. I guess you show your colors after all." Did Lex really expect him to throw the first punch? "I'm not sure you're worth my time."

Lex just laughed, not even trying to not make it be cruel. "You're calling me a coward? I know I can beat you. What do I have to prove? You, on the other, talk a good talk...and then walk away? I don't think I'm the coward here." While amped for a fight, Lex wasn't about to throw the first punch. He wouldn't give Freddie the satisfaction. And he meant what he said. He didn't have anything to prove.

"I don't have anything to prove. Not to you, not to anyone." This wasn't about proving anything. This was about a fight, plain and simple. If it wasn't fighting, it was fucking someone and hadn't that been how he'd gotten into this mess in the first place?

Screwing Prior. Staying with him. Falling in...

Freddie's fist flew out, hitting the side of Lex's jaw with a satisfying smack.

Lex cracked his jaw and smirked. That was exactly what he'd been waiting for and it was as if Freddie's punch had unleashed all of the turmoil he'd been holding in since the space station. He was quite happy to hit back, hitting Freddie in the side of the head as he foot swept out in a low kick.

Lex had tried that trick before and Prior avoided the leg, elbowing him hard in the stomach instead. He didn't care whether he got beat down so long as Lex got beat down, too. He wanted Lex to suffer.

Suffering was good for Lex. He wanted to see Trumper bleed while his own skin turned purple with bruises. It wouldn't be a good fight if Lex didn't feel he'd earned it. He clenched an arm to his stomach and spun slightly to protect the sensitive area but in the process, drove his shoulder hard into Trumper's chest.

Freddie decided that he shouldn't look too hard into the fact that it was Lex he turned to when he wanted to get into a really good fight.

He stumbled back a few feet and then started trying to land punch after punch. It felt so good to just let loose and get rid of some of that tension and rage that he didn't know how to deal with. He and Sergievsky were supposed to be friendly now. Was it right to just go up and punch him like he would normally?

It was probably a good idea since Lex was thinking the same thing.

Especially since his anger was challenged at Freddie, no matter what he said otherwise. He didn't care about whatever feud they had going on, Anatoly was his to protect and anybody who touched him deserved a beating. That and the release for his guilt from the space station didn't hurt either.

He met Freddie's punches and traded them for some of his own, sometimes connecting, sometimes not. Shoulders, elbows, knees and feet, all traded blows with the other man. And damn did it feel good.

After a few minutes, Freddie didn't care who won. It was the blood and the sweat that mattered to him. The way that the more he hurt Lex, the more it was easier to forget his own life. The easier it was to forget that he was falling into the same trap that had almost destroyed him last time: love.

He didn't need it, he didn't want it and maybe Lex's fists on his skin could get it out of him.