Log in

No account? Create an account
24 August 2007 @ 07:00 pm
Firing Range [February 20, 1964, 1:14 pm]  
They stepped out of the pathologist's outbuilding and into the crisp and cold afternoon air, which held the weighted promise of snow.

Leshovik liked that. It felt cleansing.

He glanced at Aryol, who was looking at him with an expression Leshovik hadn't seen in a long time, like the way he used to look at him when they first met, back when Aryol thought he was the greatest guy in the world.

That was before Aryol had gotten to know him.

Then Leshovik hadn't seen that expression anymore.

But the way Aryol looked at him now was like that, the way he'd caught Aryol looking at Lynx a couple of times. Aryol had a lightness to his features, bright soft eyes and a sunny smile that was all for him.

Aryol stepped close, and slipped an arm around Leshovik's waist, nuzzling his face against Leshovik's temple before pulling away. The contact was as brief as it was tender and impulsive, and it made Leshovik feel ridiculously warm.

"You made him happy," Aryol told him, still smiling. "That was nice."

Leshovik reached out, and tousled Aryol's hair fondly. "Yeah, well, don't tell anyone. I don't want to ruin my reputation for being a dickhole."

Aryol laughed.

Leshovik still had no fucking idea what was going on with Lynx, but it didn't matter as much now, not when the man had looked him in the eye and tacitly admitted that yes, there was something. Something personal, important enough to make him torture a man with sharp, ruthless efficiency. Something greater than a mere assignment.

Before that, the lie had been sitting hard and cold between them, like bringing a rifle to bed.

Leshovik looked around, and spotted Niotkuda, who leaned casually against the side of the building, smiling, but not at them, looking like he'd been laughing to himself. Codec, maybe. Leshovik hailed him, and they walked over.

Niotkuda pushed himself away from the wall with the lazy grace of a natural athlete. Leshovik admired the smooth, indolent motion briefly, finding that it really did remind him of the way Lynx moved.

He blinked, and thought that there was something sort of fucked up about all of this, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Sorry about that," Leshovik said, gesturing back at the outbuilding apologetically. "Took longer than I thought."
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 25th, 2007 05:14 am (UTC)
Isaev tilted his head idly, arms crossed, legs apace.

"You look as if you got what you came for," he remarked, vaguely.

The sniper's knitted brow had smoothed; clearly he'd resolved whatever was plaguing him. Leshovik's lips were no longer taut-stringed, cat-gutted, but supple and inviting to conversation- or, Isaev supposed, other things. Which led his gaze back to Aryol.

There was just no way that bastard wasn't wayward pollination by Kasya, sometime in his youth. The image was too graven, irrefutable.

Andrei knew Kasya believed himself without family. Well, Isaev would show him his own face, minus twenty-odd years, and see what, if anything, he could say to it.

He glanced down, and his eyebrows raised suddenly.

"Oh, hey-" he said, abruptly shifting from bruising pugilist to curious boy, "is that one of the new Dragunovs, comrade?"
Aryoleyes_adrift on August 25th, 2007 05:56 am (UTC)
"It is," Aryol said with a grin, pleased that Niotkuda knew their tradecraft well enough to recognize the gun on sight.

He pulled his Dragunov around so Niotkuda could get a better look, holding carefully upright, in a non-threatening manner.

The rifle was sleek and modern, with aggressive angles and a black laminated barrel, set with a powerful scope mounted close to the stock.

"Though we've had ours for a couple of years - they wanted us to help test them. We used to use Mosin-Nagants, but..."

Aryol shook his head, and laughed. "Wow. What a difference. I mean, it's almost not even the same thing. It took a while to get used to the action, since it's entirely different. Gas-operated instead of bolt-action like the Mosin-Nagant. It's heavier, and it's longer, but the scope is a lot better, really modern, and with steel jacketed cartridges, the range is almost double. Not quite, though."

Leshovik made a low murmur of agreement. "Three thousand meters," he supplied, though he seemed mostly content to walk with them and listen to the conversation.

"Yeah. Though I guess you're not going to hit a lot at that range, though," Aryol said. "At longer ranges it's not as accurate as the Mosin-Nagant, but its range is so much longer to begin with, I don't know if it matters."

He shrugged, then looked at Niotkuda curiously. "Do you shoot?"
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 25th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
"Only when I have to," Andrei said, breezily.

He was easing straying strands of hair out of his eyes, loosening his scarf so he could re-wrap it, unconsciously tweaking his uniform in anticipation of seeing Irinarhov.

When he realized it, he laughed at himself and cracked his red-gloved knuckles with a flourish.

"I admire the craft, though. I like to...watch."

He remembered the first shot he'd seen Kassian take, that first day. How his loins had shuddered in the wake of the report, how his eyes had been riveted on the man with a sudden awareness of how sexually desirable his expertise was.

Isaev had never been impressed by guns. He could take or leave Ocelot's kinetic pyrotechics, easily. But he was impressed by Captain Irinarhov.

Long after the fact, he'd accused Irinarhov of trying to impress him, as evidence that he'd been thinking about bedding Isaev even then, when they'd scarcely made nice.

Kassian's lips had quirked in that enigmatic way, eyes diffident, but with the embryonic smile the action seemed almost coy. He'd denied it.

"It's a good looking rig," he said of the SVD, with an appreciative nod.

He grinned.

"Hard to notch that stock, though."
Aryoleyes_adrift on August 25th, 2007 07:49 am (UTC)
"Oh, we have to mark them with ink," Aryol said.

He flipped the rifle around, to show Niotkuda the opposite side, where he'd painted neat little marks. Three groupings of five, plus one.

"But it wears off after a while, so you have to keep doing it," he said, shrugging.

He remembered the time he'd actually forgotten to paint a new kill on his rifle, and Leshovik had yelled at him. Aryol hadn't forgotten after that, and though he wondered sometimes at the point of marking them, he did it anyway, because it was important to Leshovik. Leshovik had a lot more than he did, from what Niotkuda had said, Kasya had a lot more than that.

"258," he said aloud, with a sigh. "Wow."

They were just coming up on the range. Aryol could see it ahead, and eagely tried to spot the man they called Kasya, the one that apparently looked so much like him. He wanted to see for himself how close this resemblance was.

At his side, Leshovik addressed Niotkuda. "So how's he been doing these days, anyway?"
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 25th, 2007 08:48 am (UTC)
Isaev turned, slowly.

"These days. Well, comrade," he said, temperately, "I didn't know him when you did, so I have no basis for comparison. Seeing as I was busy playing with toy soldiers, while he was playing with..."


"...real ones," he added with a lilt and a skewed half-smile.

Andrei sighed, scratching his brow, shrugging affably.

"But these days...I would say he's fallen in with his brotherhood. Found his place in the sun," Isaev said, with a slight smile, raising his face to the shy rays of midday, that made no promises to linger, but he basked in their transient warmth on his cheekbones and brow.

"Everyone needs fraternity, after all."
Leshovik: faceleshovik on August 25th, 2007 10:00 am (UTC)
Leshovik thought about that for a few moments, then let out a slow breath.

He wondered if he could ever forgive Kasya for what he'd done, but found he didn't resent the idea that Kasya had found a place here, a new posting, a new squad. New comrades. A new lover.

His gaze dropped, and fell to the ground ahead as they walked, eyes flicking back and forth, though unseeing of anything but the past. The time he and Kasya had spent together.

It was a long time ago, now. A lot had changed for Leshovik, too.

Leshovik looked back at Niotkuda, and wondered at what kind of a man he was.

Young, but humorous and thoughtful as well. Irreverent in a way Leshovik appreciated.

But perhaps there was something more, some hidden fortitude that made it possible for him to love a man like Kasya and not be destroyed.

He wanted to know more, but at the same time, didn't want to ask. At least, not now.

"You're right," he said, finally, quietly. "They do."

Leshovik raised his chin and looked around as they stepped onto the firing range grounds.

It was a nice setup. He'd rarely seen better. Long lanes capped by individual booths that were open down the line so as to allow those firing the ability to watch each other, learn technique. The target mechanism went all the way back on the lanes, perhaps a good 2000 meters.

And there, at the very end of the range, he spotted a dark-haired man leaning forward with his rifle, and knew him immediately. His gaze followed the lane down to where the target rested on its track, nearly at the very end.

Leshovik's steps slowed a little, and he glanced at Niotkuda. "Do you want us to wait here?"
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 25th, 2007 08:05 pm (UTC)
Andrei smiled slightly, watching Kasya, piercing eyes and well-schooled shoulders, jaw angled into into the task. He was setting up his shot, fooling with his sights with miniscule incremental motions of his fingertips, blissfully unaware of his environs.

"...yeah," he drawled, fondly. "I''ll just go and give him a heads-up."

That zen-like state.

That zen-like that was so easy to walk up behind.

Isaev lowered his center of gravity, prowling down the line with swift, soundless steps. It was second nature to him, not to stir his surroundings, so much so that he often stole up on comrades without even intending to, resulting in spontaneous yolps and much florid cursing.

Andrei had noted that there were two kinds of reactions to his tradecraft in a 'friendly fire' capacity (as contrasted to when he used it in a mission situation, and there was only one: none): those who squalled and those who hissed, with a sharp inhalation.

Irinarhov wasn't the type to vocalize when startled. He was a hisser. And a glorious hisser to boot.

Especially at the range.

Isaev stood behind him for a moment, breathing in his presence, his aura. Feeling his energy and focus, mirroring his biorhythms mentally.

Then he struck, swiftly, the action smooth and seemingly forceless. One broad hand pressed over the sniper's mouth, while the other arm shot around his solar plexus, seizing him, pulling him in tight back against Isaev's body.

Kassian was so utterly rapt in his attention, that at the first his whole body leapt to kinetic attention like a coiled wire, and the sharp intake of breath he gave up was the sweetest sound Isaev could imagine.

"Now," he breathed, against the shorter hairs at the base of Irinarhov's skull. "Put down the vintovka. Eyes ahead, snaiyper."

Recovering his breath, Irinarhov clutched his weapom in and hesitated, stubbornly, playing the game, and Isaev repressed a dark grin, staunching his eagerness.

He kicked Kasya's legs apart with a well-placed kick of his jackboot against Irinarhov's, leather grinding briefly, rough-sliding.

"Do it, khokol," he whispered. "Or I'll holster my weapon in you."

Reluctantly, Irinarhov thrust down the Moskina with a slight chunking sound of settling gear.

"That's more like it. Hands on the barricade," Isaev intoned, sweetly, whipping off his scarf and wrapping it around Irinarhov's eyes, pulling the ends tight and drawing his head back, exposing his throat.

"I need to make sure you can't see. I want to feel your reaction, comrade, when I give you what I came for."
Kassian Irinarhov: animated 2 snipercapt_kasya on August 26th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
Kassian's heart thrummed, breath coming ragged and low in the back of his throat.

He was mercilessly hard, and had been so even before he'd heard Isaev's voice and caught the low, heady musk of his scent, body reacting instinctively the moment he realized it could be none other than Isaev.

There were few that could move with such stealth, fewer still who could capture a man in such an expert grapple, and only one who would have the audacity to do so.

Kassian growled low.

These sorts of games excited him more than he liked admitting; intimations of rough, forced sex fired both his blood and instincts both base and debased. That was the power of the trust they shared, and he felt it now, even as Isaev manhandled him and pulled back on the blindfold.

Without sight, Kassian still had a keen awareness of the distances between things, and could feel the brace of Isaev's chest against his shoulder blades, the press of his knee into his thigh, the warmth of Isaev's breath against the back of his neck.

He resisted, but Isaev leveraged his strength easily, and held Kassian fast.

"You're teasing, Dasha," he growled through clenched teeth. "What do you think you're going do here?"
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 26th, 2007 03:47 am (UTC)
"The question is, what do youthink I'm going to do?" Isaev gritted softly. "But wait...I have a better question."

He let his breath sound, lightly, for several moments, so that Irinarhov could hear the intensity mount. His arousal was reflected in his respiration, and they rose in concert.

"What makes you think I won't do it here?"

Even though he had only intended to rough-horse a bit, work Kasya up and then unveil him- their volatile chemistry seemingly transfigured the most simple intentions into epic debauchery. Andrei was so potently aroused it frankly disturbed him a little.

For a moment, he considered just unbuckling and angling, taking his comrade Captain there and then against the partition, while his company stood removed and forced to watch and wait. But Kasya didn't know they had an audience, and the last thing Isaev wanted was to give uptight, straight-shooting Viktor the idea that Kasya's new lover was a sick exhibitionist fuck who could only get off in weird exposed places.

He paused, hauling Kassian away from the plexiglass shield, turning him and shoving him forward with his hips. Betraying his erection, unintentionally, but it played well. He kept one hand choked up on the scarf, and one forearm lockbarred around Irinarhov's throat.

"Walk," he muttered.
Kassian Irinarhovcapt_kasya on August 26th, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
Kassian growled but stepped forward, walking stiffly and with heightened awareness of his arousal.

Each step, he had to place deliberately, informed by both unseen footing and the way each stride rubbed his cock against the constraint of his shorts, the soft, worn cotton feeling as rough as new canvas against his sensitive skin.

He'd thought that Isaev would have taken him right there, bent him over the barricade and shoved in, playing at what Isaev had once accused Kassian of doing during the war: taking advantage of prisoners. Few soldiers were more universally hated than snipers, and Kassian could imagine someone like Isaev exacting a bit of retribution in exchange for the lives of comrades lost to single, perfect shots.

As much as he wanted to be repulsed by the idea, Kassian found that because it was Isaev, it excited him instead.

And it excited Isaev, too. He'd felt Dasha's swollen cock push against his ass, which only fired his arousal more, in turn.

Kassian let out a low grunt through clenched teeth.

Isaev continued to maneuver him forward, forcing him to walk under the pressure of his steel grip. Kassian thought about stopping suddenly and forcing Isaev to run into him, knowing that the accidental, intimate press of their bodies that way would be torture for Isaev, but Kassian didn't know if he could stand it, either.

"We'd better not be going far," he growled.
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 26th, 2007 06:45 am (UTC)
"About ten more feet, you prick. Believe me, you'll be glad you did it."

Andrei snorted, pushing Kasya forward, leaning in so that he could drop his voice.

"I should have just fucked you just now while I had the chance," he whispered. "But I'll take a raincheck."

Isaev glanced up, then, and grinned silently at Aryol and Leshovik.

He drew Kasya up short, sharp, a rough hand surreptitiously ghosting hard over his crotch, steering him right in front of the young spotter, who saw none of that misbehavior, his eyes riveted eagerly on Irinarhov's swathed face.

Then he walked around behind Aryol.

"So. Here we are. Do you want to see?" he asked, a question meant for both, or either.

Leshovik: faceleshovik on August 26th, 2007 08:35 am (UTC)
Leshovik had to avert his gaze when Niotkuda looked at him, under the pretense of scratching his brow.

Christ, what an unrepentantly shameless bastard Niotkuda was.

He could only imagine what Niotkuda was saying to Kasya when he leaned forward to speak in his ear. Something dirty no doubt. The whole thing had looked dirty, from the initial surprise and the manhandling to the blindfolded march toward their position.

Viktor shifted uncomfortably, flushed warm now, aroused in spite of the fact it was wrong. He didn't really want to have anything to do with Kasya and his new lover, but his cock was trying to tell him otherwise.

He looked over at Aryol just to make sure he hadn't noticed, and thankfully, he seemed oblivious, instead so completely intent on Kasya, though not for the same reason. At least Viktor hoped not for the same reason, because that would be really fucked up.

Leshovik glanced to the side, eyeing the crotch of Aryol's fatigues.

No. Didn't look like it, thank Christ.

At least someone here wasn't too much of a pervert.
Aryol: Aryoleyes_adrift on August 26th, 2007 09:45 am (UTC)
Aryol watched Kasya raptly, not quite believing this was happening.

Niotkuda's crimson scarf covered most of Kasya's face, but already, Aryol could see the resemblance to himself, in the unruly thickness of Kasya's hair, and the particular olive tone to his skin. Build, too, from what he could see, hard and quick and lean. It was amazing.

Kasya was restless, shifting in place, growling.

"Yes, dammit," Kasya finally bit out, answering the taunting question Niotkuda had asked him earlier.

Kasya's voice was low and rich, pleasant to Aryol's ears, though he had to press his lips together to keep from laughing at the gruff impatience he heard. He looked over at Niotkuda, who nodded at him, and gestured for Aryol to remove the scarf from around Kasya's eyes.

Aryol grinned, and took a quiet step forward, reaching out to catch the end of the scarf. Kasya's head turned toward him and he froze for a moment, but then quickly continued unwrapping the material.

The scarf fell aways from Kasya's face and Aryol took in his features breathlessly, noting the firm set of his mouth and the strong line of his jaw, the shape of his nose and the low brows that hooded Kasya's dark eyes. Those eyes looked deep and piercing but now widened in surprise as Kasya stared at him, clearly startled. Kasya had been expecting to see Niotkuda, and hadn't been expecting to see him, both of which must have been a shock.

But Aryol couldn't quite believe it, not just the resemblance, but also the strong resonance he felt when he looked at Kasya. He'd never met the man before, and didn't know him, but somehow, felt like he knew Kasya anyway, and that there was a reason why Leshovik had known them both.

"Wow," Aryol said softly, and Kasya frowned, then looked over at Niotkuda.
andrei_isaevandrei_isaev on August 26th, 2007 10:10 am (UTC)
So Aryol saw it too.

That was confirmation of some kind, though it didn't necessarily mean anything definitive beyond coincidence.

Aryol was staring, rapt, looking as if he wanted to reach out and touch the older man's face, with the same impunity as he would touch his own.

"What did I tell you," Isaev remarked, quietly.

After observing the initial revelation, he had the grace to let his eyes wander afield as the two came to terms with what they beheld.

But the pull of Kassian's gaze drew his regard back again, and he met his lover's consternated expression with a mild, unblinking confraternity.

Isaev gestured toward Aryol with a subdued, presentational hand.

"Captain Kassian Dmitrivich Irinarhov, meet..." he frowned, flicking his eyes to the young spotter, "you have a real name, don't you?"

He shrugged, amused.

"Not that it matters. Ghost names are good enough for dead men. It's faces a man remembers," he said. "...Kasya, this is Aryol."

He paused for a beat.

"...Leshovik's spotter."
Kassian Irinarhovcapt_kasya on August 26th, 2007 10:38 am (UTC)
Kassian frowned, and realized Vitya was here too, standing back, glaring at him for some reason.

Kassian glared back briefly, then turned his gaze to the dark-haired young man who stood in front of him and searched his eyes as if looking for something, young face eager, and also expectant.

This...Aryol...had features that reminded him of himself, though far younger, without the weathering of age and experience.

He had to be very young, Kassian thought, maybe still a teenager. Kassian's age, just after he'd first gone to war.

"Hello," Kassian said, finally, but politely, because no matter who strange this was, there was no reason to be rude.
(no subject) - eyes_adrift on August 27th, 2007 12:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 27th, 2007 01:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - capt_kasya on August 27th, 2007 03:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 27th, 2007 04:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - capt_kasya on August 27th, 2007 05:49 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 27th, 2007 07:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - leshovik on August 27th, 2007 09:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 27th, 2007 09:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - leshovik on August 27th, 2007 11:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 27th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - capt_kasya on August 27th, 2007 08:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - leshovik on August 28th, 2007 05:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 28th, 2007 06:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - capt_kasya on August 28th, 2007 07:49 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 28th, 2007 09:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - capt_kasya on August 28th, 2007 09:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - andrei_isaev on August 29th, 2007 03:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - eyes_adrift on August 29th, 2007 04:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)