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When Landon is nineteen, he's engaged to a mafia prince and when he's twenty four, he's married, and taking on the last name Volkov with his own, with a pout of displeasure, and a sour feeling in his heart.
During the years of their engagement they also weren't required to be faithful to one another since it was a business deal, and their freedom was going to be stripped away in the foreseeable future. So Landon had partied so hard, and fucked around while he was sure Jeremy did the same, but then something shifted when they turned twenty.
All the fun ended because Jeremy demanded respect and threatened that there would be serious consequences if Landon didn't stop ruining his reputation. But only the Volkovs and Kings knew about the engagement, that he was Jeremy's fiancé so it was out of left field. There was no gossip about how Landon was cheating on his fiancé since they had no feelings involved to attach any loyalty to their upcoming matrimony.
Nothing was sacred in this contract binding relationship.
Jeremy wanted someone he could control, and well he wasn't finding that with Landon. The Heathens were still very much his enemies by that point, and this set off everything afterwards. Before they weren't on good terms because neither wanted this, but Landon was very decisive in his plans, and had tried to find a way to kill Jeremy before the marriage date loomed any closer.
That maybe without a Volkov to be his future husband then everything was moot.
Instead of a wedding, the Volkovs can plan their funeral. And they'd never know it was Landon because as mafia they had blood fueds with other families.
Landon had tried.
Once.
He learned his fucking lesson.
Jeremy didn't take threats to his life lightly, and that had ended up with Landon being kidnapped and thrown on another island to play out some survival game. Jeremy was mentally deranged. A psycho freak. And Landon remembered vividly being desperate for any touch like he was starved for it. Fucking Jeremy had been conditioning Landon to need him. Some Stockholm Syndrome adjacent bullshit was taking place.
But Landon had been aware of how to escape, so he was manipulating Jeremy into sweetening up for him as he pretended to be docile and feeble. Worked like a charm, which was how Landon had found his own freedom.
The week on that island is a memory he isn't even traumatized by though. Instead he had tried other ventures to see how Jeremy would react. A habit that followed them to their first year of marriage as Landon had tried to sabotage Jeremy whenever possible at his way of showing who had the upperhand in their marriage, and that he was superior, regardless of what anyone believed, but Jeremy had given him the same tenacious payback for everything, too.
If he messed around with any shipments or gave Jeremy's bike a nice makeover then Jeremy would literally get all caveman on him.
It was exhilarating, and Landon may have been addicted to riling Jeremy up just to see his composure fall apart so he unraveled for Landon to show the animal underneath. Only for Landon though since he was the only one who could drive Jeremy this crazy.
Which many had bore witness too, because Landon couldn't just shut off that part of himself that wanted to push, even at formal events, he was slyly messing with Jeremy.
"I don't know how he's even alive," Nikolai that thickheaded oaf had whispered loudly to Killian when they had been over for a birthday dinner, probably on purpose so Landon would hear. Those Heathens had been part of the package deal of being married to Jeremy which sucked but what was worse had been his siblings' relationship with them, too.
This was the kind of thing Landon had tried to stop, it was the reason why he was married to Jeremy at all, and he didn't know how to tell Brandon or Glyndon that without them thinking he's being dramatic. What was the point of his continued marriage to Jeremy anyway if his sister was engaged to Killian Carson?
Yeah, he wasn't a Volkov, but he was still involved in the mafia.
This thought persisted and stewed in Landon's mind for a while since he was starting to realize the marriage was a charade that didn't need to go on any longer.
They have met all the requirements and obligations on the contract. Their union was a business transaction for stability with the Volkovs forcing the Kings' hand. They had dug up some old dirt on their Patriarch, and threatened to release every secret to the general public.
Here's the thing, no one simply threatened a King. They were richer than royalty and had too many connections. Such dirty secrets could be glossed over with their public relations, as Old Money, the mafia didn't intimidate them.
But the Volkovs started doing other shit to pressure the Kings. Removing people around them so they mysteriously disappeared, and rumors have started to spread. Not everyone suspected Levi King of being involved just yet. But it was rather suspicious that every business partner he talked to was suddenly gone the following week.
Levi wasn't going to force his little princess to marry some mafia heir though so he was stubbornly resistant, and so was Jonathan King because that was his beloved granddaughter. The Volkovs wanted a bride but wouldn't get one from the Kings.
Glyndon was not up for grabs.
Landon however had been offended by all this courage the mafia had trying to trap his family to do their bidding like they owed them anything. So he had gone behind his dad's back to meet up with one of the Bratva Kings in New York, booking a flight and lying to his mom that he was on his way to Italy so she wouldn't worry. She knew that he would travel for inspiration and meeting new people brought about many more masterpieces.
But he was on his way to dismantle an organization on his own. He didn't care if the Bratva were powerful and wealthy in New York, unlike his dad, he was going to get his hands dirty since you had to fight fire with fire. And Kings didn't bow to anyone. For some reason his sociopathic grandfather and uncle weren't dealing effectively with the Volkovs like they could have, so Landon was going to swiftly amend that mistake.
He'd done his research.
He wasn't going in blind.
Except, he had no idea it would turn out this way, with him married to Jeremy Volkov as the much wanted bride.
The Bratva needed a King and didn't care for his gender because it served their purpose well enough. Homophobic mafia men existed, but there was a new generation of heirs that would be in charge so it wasn't anything they could particularly do, but talk. The bigotry was casual but the old fossils as Adrian Volkov put it wouldn't outlast the new leaders.
Landon had a whole plan. He was going to kill Jeremy Volkov but he had to meet with his father first to get an impression on how to go about it. Meeting for coffee at one of those indie places kept them lowkey while the man's guards stood outside the building and roamed around the block to protect their boss. Landon had been patted down before he was allowed to sit down at the table, an enduring experience that he scoffed and rolled his eyes at.
Adrian Volkov was one of the more traditional men, but he was open minded about sexuality as long as his son completed his role dutifully. It was business over anything else. Landon was a man, but his "bravery" and "willingness" as the man had put it to protect his family made him suitable for Jeremy, in the long run, it would sharpen Jeremy up.
So, the contract was rewritten. Landon King and Jeremy Volkov were arranged to tie the knot one day.
"You don't have to give up any inheritance either," Adrian had said. "This is the best outcome for someone from your family with many people wanting to get their hands on your fortune. My son won't use any baby trapping methods since you're both men, and you're safe with the knowledge that you can outwit him. But this can train him to be a more formidable strategist."
"The contract is quite literally based on you needing this alliance for money," Landon has said in response, but he had signed the paper anyway.
The man had taken it with a pleased air around him and said, "I require your connections more than your generational wealth. All the politicians in your pockets and the marriage will give us a more trustworthy image. The Kings are upheld to a certain standard in society."
"Maybe your son won't be good enough to fit in," Landon had retorted.
"My son is tactical enough," Adrian corrected which didn't mean good, but it was the proud sentiment from a mafia man with his mafia thug son.
Half of those words didn't mean anything to Landon, but he had gone back to London with bad news and a solemn demeanor. As long as his siblings weren't on the board then it was fine.
His parents were distraught and worried but his dad didn't protest nearly as much. "What's done is done." Plus, he knew Landon could handle himself.
But this arranged marriage didn't seem all that beneficial.
There are days when Jeremy and Landon are relaxing together domestically in each other's space that Landon almost forgets what it's like to not be married. For five years he's been getting used to the other man-- via fucking and all that jazz--- but he'd become knowledgeable about Jeremy in other ways other than intimacy.
Like his favorite color, black, and utterly predictable and how much he likes vodka and playing Russian Roulette (which Landon's face burns at sometimes, but yeah he gets it good), his poorly droll fashion sense that Landon had tried to upgrade by taking him out to shop for better clothes. He did like Jeremy in his leather jackets, maybe but he also liked him naked too, so that was neither here nor there.
Jeremy had to dress the part he was acting for anyway. He wasn't only a Volkov, but also a King.
That made all the difference in how he was meant to present himself. Jeremy suffered his complaints and let him choose outfits and wore them whenever he was being an advisor at his not so secret mafia company. Otherwise, he was down in muscle tanks and jeans when they were alone together.
"Remember when you tried to kill me," Jeremy would bring up once in a while, almost fondly. Definitely fondly, with how his lips curved up imperceptiblely, and grey eyes shone.
"Everyday, darling," Landon said with his own reminiscing tone.
It was the reason why they were even married.
The engagement ring had been on his finger since he was nineteen before they got officially hitched with a wedding when they both were twenty four, after their graduation. Settling in New York was the last thing Landon would have ever done since he loved Europe too much, but he had decided to move to the States with his husband while they had many vacations between their careers traveling.
Jeremy's career was to take up his father's mantle at V Corp and pretend like he was only a dangerous businessman and not a killer in a suit. While Landon was actually a civic member of society as an artist and sometimes he did some business on the side with Jeremy when he seemed to hit a block in his workload. He should be lucky to even have Landon's brain available for him to borrow. Seriously.
"I thought you were the sexiest assassin sent my way," Jeremy had said particularly in that moment, tone shifting to something huskier, and Landon had to kiss them for that.
Because why not?
Landon would have been a successful assassin if he also wasn't distracted by Jeremy the first time he laid eyes on him in person. His first thought as he became breathless was that the other boy would have been a good model for him to sculpt. He had the perfect angular face, the sharp cheekbones, and the mouth-
"What are you thinking about?" Jeremy asks. His hands were on Landon's waist to bring him closer, nearly settling over his lap on the couch. His sketchbook almost slipped from his fingers but he tossed it over at the coffee table, since it wasn't useful anymore.
Old sketches had filled the pages and sometimes he looked back just to see where everything changed.
The time capsule of memories in there granted him a perspective he wasn't aware he had.
"Divorce," Landon says, a little flushed. He wants to fuck Jeremy so bad right now but he can't because he won't have him anymore.
"Huh?" Jeremy sounds dumbfounded and his eyes are narrowing for some assessment. Like he can read Landon's mind if he stared hard enough.
"Our divorce," Landon clarifies. "When is it happening? I think we don't have to wait another week because I can get my hands on documents pronto." He snaps his fingers to punctuate his statement.
Jeremy bites his bottom lip in contemplation. And Landon's eyes focused on the pull with his teeth, but resisted leaning in, instead forcing his eyes back up to connect with the dark brooding greys. Then a serene expression sets over Jeremy's face, even scarier than when he's stoic. Because this meant he was thinking about something devious with his deranged mind, and Landon's cock thickened in his boxers.
"Let's talk about it," Jeremy says, but he's pushing Landon back onto the couch and bracketing him. "Tell me about the legal procedures, you sound hot when you're being all nerdy."
"I'm a genius," Landon says with a glare, "not some mediocre nerd."
"Uh huh, keep talking," Jeremy says, sounding way too earnest, and Landon very much can talk for hours and give Jeremy all sorts of newly invented insults to his face. But he wants Jeremy to shut the fuck up even if he's not saying anything it's the way the man is looking at him.
Which is why Landon tugs him down by the neck to kiss, biting his bottom lip and plunging his tongue in his mouth. Jeremy hums into the kiss, the vibrations ticklish and Landon is lightheaded within seconds.
But he kisses while Jeremy pulls down his pants and gets to work with his cock.
When his husband is balls deep in him, and he's not even straining to take in the length of him, there's nothing in his mind but how good this feels, how much he'll miss it but he can replicate Jeremy's cock and send it in for a dildo to be molded after it. Maybe it was the cock he liked so much during sex despite thinking he only liked holes, and would never be on the receiving end. But he wouldn't try this with anyone else. He didn't want to.
No one had this face, the way Jeremy looked at him was uniquely an expression only the man had because no one actually looked at Landon like he was precious.
There was a softness to his eyes, but a dark possessiveness in them, and his entire body enveloped Landon's like he wanted to hide him from the world so he didn't have to share him, not even with God.
No one else looks like this, so no one else will ever have Landon under them taking their cock.
No one.
Landon cries out with a guttural noise, his cock shooting a rope of cum out over his own chest as Jeremy fucks through him intensely, never breaking eye contact. But he lifts Landon up for another angle, to fuck deeply enough as he picks up the pace, and his cock immprint bulges in Landon's stomach because of how deep he is, and Landon isn't some twink with a slender build. He has a leanly muscular frame but his skin is thick, so he shouldn't be seeing himself stretched out, but Jeremy's deranged. He found the perfect angle for it to happen.
"Talk to me," Jeremy growls since Landon's on the verge of passing out.
Landon only moans, his eyes rolling back; Jeremy cups his face and presses their foreheads together.
The gentle touch at odds with how brutal he's being with his unrelenting thrusts. Landon's chest tightens with some emotion, but he doesn't say anything only waits to be filled up. Jeremy grunts, and his cock loads Landon inside with so much cum he squeezes over it to keep it from spilling onto the cushion. "Fuck," Jeremy hisses. "Your greedy hole's wrapping so tightly around me, baby."
Landon makes a noise. He's not greedy, he wants to say, he's being fucking strategic about it so there would be less to clean up. He doesn't want a stained couch cushion. "Can't speak?" Jeremy asks, sounding more amused than he should. His fingers wrapping around Landon's chin, so he csn stare more deeply into his eyes. "Look at that, you're drunk off my cock, Lan."
"Fuck you," Landon says weakly with his hole spasming. Embarrassing. It's just reacting to Jeremy's voice and that look on his face.
"You just did," Jeremy says with a pleasant sigh, then he kisses Landon, and hums into it like some satiated purring feline.
Well, the discussion for divorce can wait another day, because Landon's not in the mood for heavy conversations. But it's going to difficult to leave Jeremy when there's the obsession Landon has with his cock and maybe his face. And maybe the way he smells too, if he's being honest. Maybe Landon doesn't have to get a divorce at all since Jeremy is literally the only person in the world that Landon loves enough to let-
Oh.