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The club is packed, yet the Heathens and Elites are divided by natural instinct. They don't own the establishment in any regard but there's an inclination to be on either side of the room with their chosen spots.
Landon doesn't look over at the Heathens, because he's busy taking shots with Remi with girls surrounding them, his siblings are being absolute bores by sitting at the table actually chatting it up with their friends instead of being in the party mood.
The music is blasting from the DJ's speakers, and the lights are set to suggestive warm tone over the bar, but it's flashing LED lights from a disco ball above the dancefloor.
Landon drinks more Hennessy, and listens to the cheers. And his hype people. Remi tries to outdrink him but gets caught in making out with some girl. Loser.
But Landon gets bored after that because he doesn't feel like having anyone's tongue down his throat. He wants to dance though so he's moving over to the crowd and being turned around almost immediately some man that's setting his hands over his hips. Landon allows this, gets swept into some of the body rolls before he breaks out of his hold and walks on for someone else to control.
He was the one setting the pace.
Then he sees blue eyes.
Long black hair.
Tall and huge body.
The prick was actually dancing with some other man while Brandon was in the vicinity? Brandon had said it wasn't serious, or hinted at it being nothing more than an arrangement. Landon huffs and intrudes, sliding into Nikolai's direct path as he shoves the other man away, and makes it looks like he's stumbling as he rests his palms on Nikolai's chest accidently.
"Whoopsie daisy," he says with a laugh in his voice. Fucking murdering Nikolai Volkov was close to happening if he thought he could play with Brandon. Maybe it was better than Brandon saw Nikolai being an absolute fuckboy so he could move on to another more dignified person worthy enough to even fuck around with.
He should bring up Jayden Adler and see how Nikolai reacts instead he opts for skirting his hands up that broad chest, and his eyes are intentfully seductive however he's also thinking of a thousand ways to kill Nikolai as he inwardly seethes.
How dare he? Landon thinks.
Nikolai looks absolutely gobsmacked for a second, gaping in his spot but then his face changes color. "You're not Lotus Flower!" He accuses.
"And that man you were dancing with wasn't Brandon," Landon snips back, but he closes in, makes it look like they're dancing but he's going to break Nikolai in half. Somehow. "You vile dog," he spits out, and he stomps on Nikolai's feet in a clumsy move, obviously but Nikolai hardly reacts to that, he's wearing some thick shoes, but he wraps his hands around Landon with more force than neccesary.
"It's good that you're helping me out," Nikolai says, amused. Delusional because Landon wants to kill him, but he dances with Landon, purposefully swaying Landon over towards the opposite direction whenever he tries to get some cheap shots in.
His elbows and feet missing anything he wants to hit and none of this is sensual but the tension was encompassing between them so thickly that other people were starting to notice.They were becoming the focal point on the dancefloor despite not doing anything all that mesmerizing.
Maybe they just looked too hot to for people to resist staring at.
"Ten seconds," Nikolai informs Landon like they're on a co-op mission.
"Ten seconds," Landon agrees in a merry tone because he's imagining a casket and Nikolai falling straight into it. But Nikolai moves him to the side again with their bodies alligned before a gush of air separates them. Though it's Brandon arriving and shoving Nikolai away from Landon and he stands between them. All tensed.
"Hey," Nikolai says in a cool tone.
"What are you doing?" Brandon asks in the same tone but it's colder.
"Dancing."
"With my brother." Brandon's tone shakes a little but he sounds angry, and something darker. Something Landon recognizes but it sounds jarring coming from his twin's mouth.
"Who's that girl you're sitting with?" Nikolai asks instead of responding to this.
"That's my friend, Cecily," Brandon says with a twinge of exasperation.
"Hmm. Why's she so touchy?"
"All she did was hand me a napkin," Brandon growls in frustration. "And I'm not...you know into...her or anyone else."
"Are you into me?" Nikolai asks, still cool. But he's staring with sparkly blue eyes, and Landon wants to gouge them out instead he rolls his eyes and walks off. He's not here for romance drama. If it had led to an actual fight he would have stood around and watched. He would have been proud of Brandon for standing his ground too if he decided to show Nikolai his place, but his brother was instead jealous.
He'd fallen for the textbook trap of provocation to incite jealousy. That means Brandon's into Nikolai. Which is just good news for Landon all around really but he no longer wants to dance, so he heads over the the bathroom, feeling lingering disgust for being touched by Nikolai. But as he's moving, he's slammed into the wall.
An object of mass destruction pinning him harshly with no way of escape because he's straining his muscles but feeling lightheaded and weak to the bones. "W-what the fuck," he manages to get out of his mouth, and it's a breathless sound than anything.
Silver eyes flash at him, and all he can do is dumbly stare. "Had fun?" Jeremy asks in a rough voice.
"Volkov," Landon says rather calmly, though he's anything but. His heart is beating rapidly, ready to grow wings. "Get off me."
His oxygen stolen completely from his lungs because Jeremy Volkov was on steroids or something with how much stronger he seemed to be, just at that moment, because he has an advantage. He's sober and Landon isn't.
Any other time and Landon's knocking Jeremy clean on the ground as usual, and gaining the victory of dominating his enemy.
"What were you doing with Niko?"
Landon's brain stalls. This is very, very similar to the conversation Brandon was having with Nikolai down to the tone. And the set of Jeremy's jaw and dark storm in his grey eyes suggests he's also jealous. Great.
"It's called dancing, right and left feet on the ground and you move to the rhythm of the music," Landon says with a smirk sliding over his face. But then it drops instantly as he stares at Jeremy thoughtfully.
Nikolai and Jeremy were best friends, have known each other longer, but they didn't seem be into one another. At least Nikolai seems way too invested in Brandon's reactions to be looking at the options closer to him.
But Jeremy is jealous.
He's jealous that Nikolai was dancing with Landon.
The same way Brandon was jealous.
What the fuck?
Is Nikolai so attractive to people?
There's a strum of irritation passing through Landon's body, and he wants to punch Jeremy in the face out of sheer offense. And if Jeremy looks back now he'll see that Nikolai is with Brandon, instead of focusing his seething jealousy on Landon, he'll go after Brandon with this need to crush him.
Obviously that wasn't happening.
If Jeremy even thinks about hurting Brandon, then he'll pay.
What's Landon to do anyway? Physical battles weren't his only strong suit.
Instead of trying to fight his way out, he lets his eyelids grow all heavy and bites his bottom lip.
Jeremy's eyes track that instantly. Landon moves his hips slightly up, and waits for Jeremy to either back off, or give in, instead he crushes Landon further. Because he slides impossibly closer, the heat seeping through Landon's clothes from his solid muscles trapping Landon to the wall. Jeremy doesn't care if anyone comes by and sees them, he just responds to Landon's seduction.
Hah, he's already forgotten all about Nikolai. Landon smirks, and watches as Jeremy's eyes darken and his face decreases the gap between them.
To kiss.
Jeremy Volkov is kissing him!
"Wait," Landon says, but it's trapped in his mouth because he's being hungrily kissed with Jeremy's pecking and tongue delving inside possessively. And Landon's following along after a second because he doesn't refuse himself anything even if he's confused. This feels good, objectively Jeremy knows what to do with his mouth but then teeth start nibbling on his bottom lip, tugging on it.
Urgently, he kisses back, attacking more aggressively. He lets Jeremy feel his own might and only pulls away to breathe.
Jeremy looks wrecked.
A flush scrawling over his face and his eyes slightly glossy. His lips are swollen and Landon thinks he's the most beautiful person in the world suddenly because Landon did this. He's like this because of Landon. So he kisses him again with a growl in his throat and takes charge as he switches them around, with Jeremy letting him, so his back hits the wall and he's pinned for a change.
They slot together perfectly well, and Landon wouldn't mind dancing with him, at all, but he also doesn't feel like having anyone watch them. Or brushing close.
He kisses, and Jeremy makes these guttural noises that are similar to deep moans. His hands move more possessively than they had earlier.
This isn't an assertive power play but a need to own Jeremy, and get the man's mind off Nikolai. Jeremy's muscles are felt up underneath Landon's hands as they roam over his torso, and through his leather jacket.
Landon's brain is already itching to sketch this out, to have a reference for his next sculpture. Mass destruction, organized in one form. But he's at Landon's mercy. What does that make Landon if not his god?
Jeremy's hands are over his waist, and they're squeezing over his sides before he pushes Landon back, breaking apart their contact. Landon breaths a lungful of air and doesn't mind the saliva clinging to their lips at all. But Jeremy looks completely ravished and shaken about it.
His mouth opens.
Then closes.
Gaping like a fish.
But he's not unattractive at all. Instead Landon puts his fingers in his mouth and hooks them. Jeremy sucks on his fingers instinctively then catches himself and pulls off, cheeks redder than before.
Befuddlement etched over his face. He's probably not used to anyone else domianting over him this way with ease, but Landon's the only one that's doing this. Jeremy's greatest adversary was Landon, and the one that'll ruin him further will only be Landon.
His heart curls at the absolute notion. He'll break Jeremy into pieces and remake him in his image. Eagerly, he sweeps in for another kiss but Jeremy stops him, hand over his collarbones, to ask, "How drunk are you?"
"Drunk enough to think you're mine," Landon says too honestly. Jeremy is still then he nods once, eyes darkening and he's being pulled into his chest again. They don't kiss because Jeremy's cradling his face to keep direct eye contact. He's looking for something else. Landon doesn't know what but he doesn't mind being looked at, so he lifts his chin to give Jeremy a better view.
"Ever had thoughts about me before?" Jeremy asks. Seeming to think they're playing twenty questions but Landon answers, "I want to be the only one to kill you, it's been on my mind from the moment I've seen you."
"Good enough," Jeremy says hoarsely. "I'll thank Niko later."
"For what?" Landon asks.
"For provoking me," Jeremy says.
Landon doesn't get it. He also doesn't try hard to comprehend because he doesn't give a fuck about Nikolai right now and neither should Jeremy.
Spitefully, he leans in, bites Jeremy's throat and sucks over it to leave his mark. He'll leave more all over his body so no one will mistake him for anything but Landon's possession.
And maybe he's drunk.
But he's being quite honest with himself right now.