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There's a variety of men that Landon have sampled just as much as women. He definitely doesn't have to hold back from the selection existing before him, picking whoever he wanted then discarding them. His mind elsewhere when clarity hits. And it's not any different here with the last people he should be giving any pleasure to, his own enemies.
But he hasn't messed with Gareth so there's no bad blood between them, it's not any tamer than when he had been with Killian either, the grudge Killian had made him equally as ruthless as Landon so they were stuck in this pull of power while Gareth is cold, but vicious. He wants everything that he thinks he deserves and Landon finds this precocious.
It doesn't end there but Landon doesn't go after them one by one immediately after each other because he doesn't want to get his own wires twisted. Instead he waits. Decides what he's looking for and then sets his seduction plan in motion. All of it was an exchange. Of gratification, and more.
Nikolai wants to kill him, so it's brutal. But Landon never lets Nikolai forget his place either, then there's Vaughn who Landon has so casually sat down on to ask for the access code to the mansion, making sure to make himself sweet. Kissing him to crack his stoic facade. The kissing hadn't been all that sweet when Vaughn responded. A very thorough exploration by Vaughn as he humped up into Landon and kissed him like that was all he knew how to do. That was all they did, but Landon was satisfied anyway.
The only one deemed a harder challenge than he should be was Ilya because he was a guard, and that meant not having his own freedom of choice in certain matters. Like fucking the leader of the rival gang–though the Elites were more of a club. Still, Ilya was hardened steel against Landon's flirting and even his forcefulness didn't cause Ilya to give in.
One more, Landon had thought.
After Ilya then he can make his final move.
Ilya doesn't cooperate for weeks. Landon nurses his stinging pride by going over to kiss Vaughn because hah, look at their future pakhan, he couldn't resist Landon either. Then, he goes around to bait Nikolai into losing his temper before leaving him horny as fuck without being there to help him out. He can handle that himself.
Landon doesn't do repeats.
But he also needs to get over this hurdle. Which is why he finds out where Ilya is on his day off, unwinding at the bar, and Landon doesn't wait for any invitation as he sits down next to him nor does he care for how Ilya stiffens up when he slides his body close so their thighs are brushing next to each other.
He reaches over for a maraschino cherry from his cocktail, and another realization was Ilya's preferences for drinks wasn't just straight up vodka. He has layers to him. Landon smirks as he twirls the stems around with his tongue, and knots them up then he shows Ilya. The man watching attentively but as a silent as a stone wall. But his dilated pupils expose him.
Landon takes the knotted stems out of his mouth and places it on a napkin. He glances over coyly from the corner of his eye, and waits. Ilya doesn't lose his inhibitions right then and there but his body shakes after a moment. Landon can feel it. "King, do you want to be thrown into the dungeon?" He asks in a dark rumbling voice. He knows better than to trust Landon. No one trusted him, but they constantly underestimated him.
As an honor guard, Ilya saw more because he was always observing for threats. And Landon was considered the biggest one.
"You need to relax," Landon says, rubbing a hand over Ilya's thigh and his fingers curl close to his crotch. Rapidly striking out, Ilya snatches his wrist and crushes it in his firm grip.
"Don't mess with me," he warns, eyes burning.
Landon smirks. "So you don't like my attention?"
"I don't want your presence anywhere near me or my friends."
"Friends," Landon repeats then he laughs. "How does that work when you're not really equals? Nevermind." He doesn't actually care and it fits his own stance on friendships. There's a pecking order of how significant they are to be utilized and he only had a few true friends. Remi. His cousins. Maybe his brother. That's about it. So family and those he grew up with. He doesn't care for fostering more genuine relationships.
Ilya drops his wrist on the table and wraps his fingers around his cocktail, eyes no longer focusing on him. He sips in contemplation of life.
"Not a little bit attracted to me," Landon murmurs into his ear.
"You're not my type."
Landon hums. "I seem to be everyone's type or are your friends just easy?"
"They won't think of you as anything but a conquest."
"Why does your boss stalk me?" Landon asks. Not caring much for the opinion of Heathens.
"He doesn't," Ilya lies.
Landon doesn't pursue this because he knows the truth anyway, what he really wants is something else and he's waited too long. Ilya will have to give and Landon places his hand on Ilya's waist and leans their shoulders together. "Just one kiss," he says. One kiss won't be enough but Ilya can act like it all he wants.
Ilya lets out a sigh, like he's mustering up the strength to go through with this, as if he's sacrificing something which he might be. Still, he turns his head and they slot their mouths together.
They kiss.
Landon has kissed every Heathen except for Jeremy.
Ilya quickly detaches and chugs down his drink, ignoring Landon again but his ears are flushed and his fingers tremble over the glass. Smirking, Landon gets up, but he strokes Ilya's hair before he leaves.
There's a been a roster of Heathens Landon had gone through for this moment. He didn't exactly need to, but he wanted Jeremy last.
Last doesn't cut it because Landon goes back or Jeremy chases him down and it's exactly as Landon feared. He and Jeremy were too compatible sexually. The attraction was too intense even when hatred prevailed in the air between them, lingering in their interactions.
It was the revelation that the only other person made perfectly to suit Landon's needs was the enemy and a fellow dominant person. Which is why Landon had held off on Jeremy because he had a bad premonition from the start. That this would become too addicting to quit when he was through. But the end never seemed to loom any closer.
The last time, Landon thinks whenever he and Jeremy clash for sex.
Whenever they're fucking in places that shouldn't be working as the perfect sex post. They fuck like animals. They fuck shamelessly and Landon tries to make it the last time but it happens again anyway. He either can't resist for too long, or Jeremy catches him.
When they start using an actual bed, that's when trouble begins. Not because this was more intimate, rather this puts them closer to the radioactive source of tension that's ready to boil over. The other Heathens.
Long forgotten but not exactly wiped clean from memory.
Landon doesn't consider them secrets.
He's not ashamed to conceal anything but rather it's too meaningless to be brought up again after the fact.
It's already been a one done deal and he's moved on from it, just like he had with anyone else after a singular fuck.
He was easily bored.
People bored him, and if he remembered anything about a sexual encounter then that person left a very good impression, yet a second time wouldn't be fun at all. He's tried that before and gave up halfway.
He's fucked his Elites, he's fucked some Serpents. There was no end to his conquests because he had needs. So he's not sure why this blows up in his face like it's been some hard hitting secret. It's not. He can do whatever he likes with his own body and if he wanted to fuck Heathens then he should be able to fuck Heathens.
But Jeremy gets pretty upset and rattled over the discovery. It's an off handed remark made by Carson. The younger, more demonic one while the older one looked like Lucifier with green eyes.
"Don't get too distracted by the oldest trick in the book, Jer," Killian had said when he found them together, all tangled up, face completely blank. "He has a habit of stealing things."
The fact that Killian can just walk into Jeremy's bedroom pisses Landon off and he doesn't care that they're roommates.
But that statement in itself was a warning from a friend given who Landon was, an enemy. The leader. Yet, Jeremy's perceptive. He's sensed something else underneath those rather causal words. He stares at Landon with a heavy gaze, and it's ruining the damn mood so Landon gets up and tidies up his clothes.
"So, you're what, fucking me because you want something?" Jeremy asks. His voice is a dangerous timber that can strike fear in your heart but Landon's unfazed and stares back at the other man. There's always a condition with every act, sex guaranteed Landon utter bliss even for a short while. He doesn't understand the hangup when Jeremy is also receiving the same on his end.
"Aren't you getting something out of this, too?" Landon asks.
"You're manipulating me," Jeremy says, sounding disgusted with himself and with Landon at the same time.
"Don't act like you didn't want to fuck me," Landon says, and he gets up, because he's out of here. And he's going to find Carson and mess him up a bit before leaving.
"So what did you steal from Kill?"
"I didn't steal anything but his virginity, or at least he acts like a total virgin."
"So you fucked him."
"Yeah."
"When?" Jeremy asks, like a specific time would make it bearable to conceive.
Landon shrugs. "I don't mark it down on my calender."
"Where?"
Landon rolls his eyes. "At the ring."
"In public?"
"No, you dolt, when the arena was cleared out and we fucked against the wall, but if anyone walked in then they saw the show of a lifetime."
"You...you let him..." Jeremy seems hesitant to continue as his eyes flicker away. But he asks, "You bottomed for him."
"No," Landon says. "Are you mentally deficient? Carson would lord that over my head forever so we didn't do any anal- not that this matters." He wonders why he's spilling anything anyway.
"So, what did you steal?" Jeremy presses adamantly. Landon really does not have to remain for this interrogation but he also doesn't want to leave as much, because of all the work it took to get here.
But while he doesn't consider his sexlife secret, it's still clandestine meetups mostly because he wants to be in control of everything while they're isolated. "Why are you listening to Carson anyway?" Landon asks, attempting the flip the situation around. Carson can't just walk in and flap his fat mouth like that. What even compelled him to walk in and ruin the atmosphere? Though Landon shouldn't he suprised, Killian Carson was a malicious fiend.
"He's my friend," Jeremy says like Landon's stupid.
Landon rolls his eyes again. "So what? I'm plain evil and he isn't?"
Jeremy doesn't entertain that as he still stubbornly insists, "Why did you guys fuck?"
Landon doesn't know how to answer this when Jeremy's staring at him like that. He glances away briefly. Considers the hookup unremarkable since it's slightly foggy but Killian had been running his damn mouth and Landon had been threatening to kill him in tandem as they got off together. There had been a motive. Other than releasing his pent up energy, he wanted to find some more information out about the mansion, about Jeremy. So he'd fucked Killian, and Killian had rambled.
So. Information.
He didn't steal anything. Killian was offering it up.
"Why do you want to sordid details?" Landon asks.
Jeremy's jaw clenches. He looks away at some other part of the room.
"You're not going to feel relief knowing more about what I get up to, but it doesn't affect what we have either."
"What do we have?" Jeremy mutters but the words rebound loudly.
Landon has no answer.
They're not dating. That's out of the realm of possibilities for them since it's not what either of them did. Being who they are and also they're not meant for one another anyway outside of sex. Jeremy still hates his guts on a good day. They still fight and beat each other up without it being forced because it's not to uphold any facade, or protect their reputation. They fight because of the real tension. They also fuck afterwards because of it, too.
"Well, nothing that requires this display of jealousy."
"I'm not jealous," Jeremy says shortly. "You're making a game out of this."
"Am I?" Landon says.
"You always do," Jeremy gets up from the bed and grabs his keys from the nightstand. "This is over, Landon, I mean it."
Landon scoffs as Jeremy stands there tensely, giving his back to him. Landon doesn't care for the drama so he storms to the door, but his hand clenches over the doorknob.
"Not only Killian," he says with spite. "I also fooled around with his brother and his cousin. And there's more, but you can just ask your friends all about it."
So, the last time finally becomes a real thing.
Inevitably.