Head still bent over his rifle, Leshovik scowled as Niotkuda's words made his loins twitch. So Niotkuda thought it funny to try to distract him with dirty talk, did he? Leshovik could even hear Aryol laughing.
That was fine. He would show them.
In the next moment, he suddenly realized, with perfect clarity, what he should inscribe into the target in bullets.
It would take his full magazine, all ten shots. For a few seconds he wondered at the wisdom of wasting the precious steel-jacketed ammo on proving a point, but he had plenty of ammo, and if he did his job right, he really only needed one more bullet.
Without warning, or another moment wasted, he pulled the trigger, then again, then again, the semi-automatic nature of the SVD making the fluid, consecutive shots possible with no need to manually operate the bolt to release another cartridge.
When he had fired off all ten shots, he eased back, and tossed a smug look over his shoulder in Niotkuda's direction. Slinging his rifle back, Leshovik signaled for the target to come forward, and hoped to Christ he'd done it right.
It took a long time to make its way up the track, and he stepped forward to intercept it, blocking the view with his body until he had a chance to look at it first.
Narrowly, he looked over the paper.
Not bad, given the distance.
Turning around to his audience, he held up his creation: five bullet holes forming more or less a circle, and within that, two more to represent eyes, then the final three to make a downturned mouth.
Aryol laughed when he saw it, eyes lit, mouth curved up, smile radiant. It had been a while since Leshovik had been the cause of that expression, and it made him feel warm. A moment later, Aryol was bounding forward and slipping over the low wall, gently pushing the target down with one hand, bringing the other around the back of Leshovik's neck and leaning forward to bring their mouths together in a hard, spontaneous kiss.
It hit him like a bullet, and Leshovik found himself unresisting, though in a vague part of his mind, he thought he should have done something. Still, they were relatively safe from observation here, save Kasya and Niotkuda, of course, but Leshovik figured he had already crossed as many boundaries as there were to cross, with them.
Dimly, he supposed it also might be bad form to kiss Aryol in front of Kasya, given the conclusion they seemed to have reached, though Viktor still wasn't sure he believed it. But as long as Kasya believed it, it made this dangerous in a way he found fucked up but incredibly arousing.
Finally, Aryol broke it off and pulled back, leaving Leshovik breathless, though he was aware of Kasya and Niotkuda watching. Leshovik gathered his presence of mind enough to hold out the target to Aryol.
"Here," he said, and paused to glance vindictively at Niotkuda, but then registered peripherally that Kasya was staring.
He looked at Kasya, whose expression was one of shock, and slowly, Leshovik realized with dawning horror that Kasya hadn't known he and Aryol were fucking.
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:14 am (UTC)That was fine. He would show them.
In the next moment, he suddenly realized, with perfect clarity, what he should inscribe into the target in bullets.
It would take his full magazine, all ten shots. For a few seconds he wondered at the wisdom of wasting the precious steel-jacketed ammo on proving a point, but he had plenty of ammo, and if he did his job right, he really only needed one more bullet.
Without warning, or another moment wasted, he pulled the trigger, then again, then again, the semi-automatic nature of the SVD making the fluid, consecutive shots possible with no need to manually operate the bolt to release another cartridge.
When he had fired off all ten shots, he eased back, and tossed a smug look over his shoulder in Niotkuda's direction. Slinging his rifle back, Leshovik signaled for the target to come forward, and hoped to Christ he'd done it right.
It took a long time to make its way up the track, and he stepped forward to intercept it, blocking the view with his body until he had a chance to look at it first.
Narrowly, he looked over the paper.
Not bad, given the distance.
Turning around to his audience, he held up his creation: five bullet holes forming more or less a circle, and within that, two more to represent eyes, then the final three to make a downturned mouth.
Aryol laughed when he saw it, eyes lit, mouth curved up, smile radiant. It had been a while since Leshovik had been the cause of that expression, and it made him feel warm. A moment later, Aryol was bounding forward and slipping over the low wall, gently pushing the target down with one hand, bringing the other around the back of Leshovik's neck and leaning forward to bring their mouths together in a hard, spontaneous kiss.
It hit him like a bullet, and Leshovik found himself unresisting, though in a vague part of his mind, he thought he should have done something. Still, they were relatively safe from observation here, save Kasya and Niotkuda, of course, but Leshovik figured he had already crossed as many boundaries as there were to cross, with them.
Dimly, he supposed it also might be bad form to kiss Aryol in front of Kasya, given the conclusion they seemed to have reached, though Viktor still wasn't sure he believed it. But as long as Kasya believed it, it made this dangerous in a way he found fucked up but incredibly arousing.
Finally, Aryol broke it off and pulled back, leaving Leshovik breathless, though he was aware of Kasya and Niotkuda watching. Leshovik gathered his presence of mind enough to hold out the target to Aryol.
"Here," he said, and paused to glance vindictively at Niotkuda, but then registered peripherally that Kasya was staring.
He looked at Kasya, whose expression was one of shock, and slowly, Leshovik realized with dawning horror that Kasya hadn't known he and Aryol were fucking.