Kassian slowly peeled his gaze away from Vitya and Aryol, to look at Isaev.
He wondered if the signs had been there before, and he'd just been blind to them. No. He'd barely known Aryol all of fifteen minutes. There hadn't been anything to see.
But he should have known.
He looked at Isaev, face slack at first, then he shook himself to regain his focus.
"You knew?" he asked, in an undertone, frowning slightly, wondering how that could be. Maybe there had been some other overt gesture of affection, earlier, or something that Isaev had noticed, but hadn't had the chance to pass along.
Of course Vitya would be fucking his spotter, and the fact that Aryol not only looked like Kassian, he resembled him so closely that Kassian was very nearly fully convinced that Aryol could actually be his son probably only made it that much better for Viktor, who was a sicker fuck than Kassian had realized.
Is this what it had come to? Kassian had refused to to with Vitya, and so Vitya had gotten the next best thing?
Kassian blinked, shaking his head to clear it.
"I...suppose he's a man. Able to make his own decisions," Kassian, said, slowly.
He glanced back at the pair.
Vitya looked away, but Aryol was grinning, holding up the target and laughing, flush with pleasure and clearly thrilled by Vitya's gift, and to Kassian's narrow gaze, very much in love.
Kassian remembered what it had been like to love Viktor Sidorov. In hindsight, equal parts joy and pain, even in the good times. When it was bad...
He recalled what Aryol had said to him earlier: It's not easy sometimes. God, he knew that.
Kassian looked back at Isaev, who was watching him, concern at the forefront of his clouded grey eyes.
"I'm all right," he said, with a deep sigh. "I just...wasn't expecting that."
Another frown creased his forehead, and deepened the lines in his face. "I hope he treats him all right."
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:30 pm (UTC)He wondered if the signs had been there before, and he'd just been blind to them. No. He'd barely known Aryol all of fifteen minutes. There hadn't been anything to see.
But he should have known.
He looked at Isaev, face slack at first, then he shook himself to regain his focus.
"You knew?" he asked, in an undertone, frowning slightly, wondering how that could be. Maybe there had been some other overt gesture of affection, earlier, or something that Isaev had noticed, but hadn't had the chance to pass along.
Of course Vitya would be fucking his spotter, and the fact that Aryol not only looked like Kassian, he resembled him so closely that Kassian was very nearly fully convinced that Aryol could actually be his son probably only made it that much better for Viktor, who was a sicker fuck than Kassian had realized.
Is this what it had come to? Kassian had refused to to with Vitya, and so Vitya had gotten the next best thing?
Kassian blinked, shaking his head to clear it.
"I...suppose he's a man. Able to make his own decisions," Kassian, said, slowly.
He glanced back at the pair.
Vitya looked away, but Aryol was grinning, holding up the target and laughing, flush with pleasure and clearly thrilled by Vitya's gift, and to Kassian's narrow gaze, very much in love.
Kassian remembered what it had been like to love Viktor Sidorov. In hindsight, equal parts joy and pain, even in the good times. When it was bad...
He recalled what Aryol had said to him earlier: It's not easy sometimes. God, he knew that.
Kassian looked back at Isaev, who was watching him, concern at the forefront of his clouded grey eyes.
"I'm all right," he said, with a deep sigh. "I just...wasn't expecting that."
Another frown creased his forehead, and deepened the lines in his face. "I hope he treats him all right."