Chris Argent

Private Chris Argent RP blog Written by DC. Thank you for checking this blog out, but this Chris is owned by these two lovely creatures. I do not RP with other accounts. If you'd like to RP with a wonderful Chris, please follow codexargentum. (You won't regret it.) If you'd like to play with one of my other muses, please see the list here. Thank you!

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Strange Bedfellows

[theadoptedhale]

“..maybe.” Vincent didn’t want to run back. He wanted to stay a little longer. “I’m sorry.” Vincent bit his lip, shuffling away a little to sit upright in his seat and yet far enough so he wouldn’t stink right into Chris’ face. “You could let me out at the school on the way back.”

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“Quit apologising, you stink of me.” Chris wasn’t complaining, simply talking about practicalities. “I’ll drive you to school, though. You can grab a shower, there.”

It really was quite useful, his boyfriend still being a student. Meant he had the perfect excuses to vanish, and also clean up.

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Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“Well, I wouldn’t. Not.. with someone I met in a bar.” He frowned softly. No way. He wanted love, no quick hookups. Just… love. Something his heart still craved and.. he hoped to achieve that with.. his mate. Even if it wasn’t likely with.. well, the circumstances that brought them together. 

“I only… fall for the Alphas I meet in coffee shops.” 

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“Remind me to not let you go to any more coffee shops, then,” Chris said, and hugged him as tight as his arms would allow. “And I know what you mean. It could be a fun thought-experiment, but the consequences could be... dire.”

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Strange Bedfellows

[theadoptedhale]

“A few hours, I think.” Vincent hummed, leaning back against the seat, arms crossed in front of his chest. They wouldn’t go look for him right away. They knew he sometimes stayed late to study.

“Enough time to.. drive back.”

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“And not enough time to make you run behind?” Chris teases, but only very lightly. “We should take you somewhere to dunk yourself, though. You stink, and I’m not even a werewolf.” 

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Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“I.. don’t know. Peter said most bars are full of horny single Alphas.” Vincent shuddered softly. He wasn’t exactly the guy to go on parties a lot anyway or.. well, out. 

“I wouldn’t want to..be swept off my feet by another Alpha.” The younger male giggled.

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“And this horny, taken Alpha would make sure no one took advantage of you. And counted every one who made a move on you, to prove his point about how... nice an Omega you are.”

Okay, so he started better than he finished.

“...I wouldn’t want you to actually go through with it, with one.”

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Memento Non Mori

[theadoptedhale]

“If you chose it and…if you put something on it that screamed that I was yours, I would LOVE it.” Oh yes. “I’m your.. dog after all.” He smiled, swallowing against Chris’ finger.

“I.. don’t know. I think it should.” Everything else grew back, too, right?Even if not, he’d gladly sacrifice one for Chris.

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“Then, my lovely dog, I shall get you a collar. Something that suits you. Brings out your eyes. And you’ll have to leave the house to go shopping for it, then, won’t you?”

“I don’t want to maim you, you know. You could just get me a friendship bracelet.” Yes, that was a joke. Sort of. Yes. It was.

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Strange Bedfellows

[theadoptedhale]

Vincent was glad he was a wolf, actually. He wondered how Chris would ever have a relationship with someone who was more fragile than him. Or someone who could suffocate on his dick. When released he pulled away with a gasp and swallowed so he didn’t drool. Then he wiped his mouth with a sigh. 

“I.. I’m glad you enjoyed our.. date.” Not that dates should always end in them getting off, but he knew Chris probably needed it. And it was alright. “Yessir.” He whispered and quickly, gently tucked Chris back in, pulling the zip shut.

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“How much longer before your family send out a search party and find you reeking of come, pup?” Although the concept amused him, the stark reality was that Vincent - and himself - might not make it out of that alive.

Definitely not intact, if their families had any say in the matter. 

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Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“Nope. You walk down the street and I watch you from behind a corner and we count the women drooling when you walk past.” Vincent shook his head, “They uh… don’t let me into the bar here. Peter tried.” The owner didn’t want teens in his bar and he got it. 

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“...there’s bars you could get in. Especially with your Alpha. If you wanted to, that is.” Chris wasn’t much one for that kind of scene, but he could make an exception every once in a while.

He doubted Vincent would turn into a party animal, but the odd night out wouldn’t hurt either of them.

[carryingthelightsaber]

Strange Bedfellows

[theadoptedhale]

Vincent didn’t really care about other people right now. He just.. wanted Chris to feel good. And if he allowed him to do this, he couldn’t be happier. He wanted this to be good, he wanted Chris to need him in his own way. So he couldn’t just… kick him out. And if he was just.. the perfect.. uh.. bitch to him, then how could he want anybody else? Nobody would be as obedient as Vincent would be. 

He gurgled softly, his hands tightening on Chris’ thighs when he held him down and he sputtered ever so softly when he came down his throat. Jackpot.

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Chris’ breathing took a while to even out, and he kept his hand on Vincent’s head to hold him down until it felt too much, too raw, and then he let go. Let go, and let him sit back upright.

“If this is dating, I could get used to it,” the hunter said, sounding very smug. “Tuck my dick back in.”

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Memento Non Mori

[theadoptedhale]

“The.. leash to my collar?” Vincent grinned, “Or…would that be a turn-off?” He had to ask at some point..right?

“I could.. offer you a fang, too.” He smiled softly, kissing at Chris’ cheek. “You… um, I’d wear whatever you gave me.” He purred happily.

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“If you wouldn’t be mortally offended by the idea of a collar...” he placed to fingers on his throat, stroking around where it would lie, if he wore one. “...it can be arranged.”

Chris’ brow quirked. “Would a fang grow back?” He’d never actually been around a werewolf who lost one for long enough to know.

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Strange Bedfellows

[theadoptedhale]

Vincent glanced up, shaking his head, “S-sorry.” He whined and dunked back in, picking up the former rough (on his lips and throat) pace to satisfy Chris’ needs. He didn’t want to get kicked out, he really didn’t.

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“Better,” Chris said, and he sounded fucking high. So fucking high. A warm, tight mouth and the hint of teeth and throat and a car revving a little too fast and the sunlight through the window casting down onto his face and the fear that any minute now, any minute, someone might pull them over and...

...he pushed Vincent down, gagging him and choking him when his climax hit; a bright, sharp pain that was pure bliss. He nearly veered off the road, but stopped himself just in time.

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Strange Bedfellows

[theadoptedhale]

Vincent didn’t think any waitress would want him more than Chris, really. Or.. at all.  He wasn’t anywhere near as handsome as Chris. Not in the slightest. And while it scared him a little, he hoped that he’d convinced Chris with his passion and loyalty. 

Lips wrapped around his cock, he wheezed through his nose as he moved, setting up a rough, fast pace because he knew Chris liked it, but occasionally he just moved slower and swirled his tongue around his shaft and prodded at the tip.

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“Did I say you could go slow?” Chris growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You make it good, or maybe I open the door up right here and kick your ass to the curb. Then how would you get home, whelp?”

Not that he would, but he likes to indulge the fantasy that he might. 

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Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“We can do a test later. You’ll see.” A nod. Oh yes. Chris was more than just handsome. And if they hadn’t been thrown at each other like that, he probably would’ve crushed on the other if he’d ever met him. 

Not that he’d tell him. Ever. But.. he was kind of his type. Not that Vincent had ever fallen for someone, but he looked at other people, too. 

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“...how would that even work? Do we both go to a bar and see how many numbers we can get by the end of the night?” He thought that was a silly idea. Chris wasn’t that kind of person.

“I bet you’d get more than me.”

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Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“Flatterer.” Vincent cackled, nuzzling against the side of Chris’ face. “You.. know what? You’re steaming hot.” He whispered, “I’m pretty sure every woman and man in the world hates me for.. taking you from them.”

“…alright. I’ll check.” A nod. He’d look for guns. Anything else? Nah. It’d work out. 

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Chris actually chokes on a laugh, and has to gasp in some air at that. “Okay, now you’re just being silly.” He’s not bad looking, but he’s nothing like what Vincent seems to think. Is he?

No. He isn’t. It’s his lingering heat talking, nothing more. 

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Memento Non Mori

[theadoptedhale]

“I could … get you a collar.” He cackled, shaking his head. Or not. He should be the one with the collar. Not Chris. “You uh… we could find a… necklace or.. something. With a paw.” Or he’d pull one of his fangs and have it worked on so it made a pretty necklace. Hm.

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“...maybe get me the leash,” Chris corrects him. Gently. He’s open-minded, but he doesn’t think he could wear a collar. No. Not at all.

But the other ideas sound better. “A paw could work. Would you... would you want something of mine, then?”

[carryingthelightsaber]

Memento Non Mori

[theadoptedhale]

“Silly hunter.” Vincent tsked, shaking his head. As if Chris has anything to worry about. At all. He was HOT. 

“They will.” He mumbled, pulling away to breathe. “Well.. maybe.. not that you’re mine, but.. they’ll know you’re someone’s.” He grinned, lapping a long, wet trail up his chest. To his neck and that’s where he buried his nose.

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“Then we find a way to let them know I’m yours. There’s probably a Hallmark card, by now. ‘Hello I’m dating a werewolf’. I bet you can find one. There’s every other kind of card known to man, now..”

[carryingthelightsaber]

Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“I….” He didn’t know what to say to that. “…Thank you?” He blushed brightly, but couldn’t help a sheepish little smile. “I’m glad it’s not.. that bad.” If Chris didn’t want to look at him, then how was this supposed to work out?

“You.. might not want to allow me that, because.. um. Work… and hunting and.. things are boring to me, so.. I will not back down when.. when you’re doing those things and I wanna cuddle.” He giggled.

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“Hey, it’s more than not bad. I mean, you know I’m not an expert, but even I can tell your ass is killer. So you take that compliment and bank it. Because it’s true.” 

He wonders if he’s attractive to Vince, or if... well. If it’s just genetics. 

“If it looks like leaping on me might break something, or set a gun off, then I’ll say no. But if nothing’s going to break... I can live with that.”

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Ties That Bind

[theadoptedhale]

“I’ll.. see. If uh.. my hips decide to dance I won’t stop them.” Though his hips had never exactly .. danced off to music before. He just.. wasn’t like that. Though he was curious to see Chris do it. If he did. 

So, the hair tugging really did something to him. Vincent would remember that. And use it to tease his big bad Alpha. 

“I don’t want a parrot to sing, though. Just.. you.” He smiled brightly at that. “And.. I… I can cuddle you, too…?” Only when he got too lonely obviously.

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“Please don’t. If you do it, it will make your butt wiggle. And the world should see more of your butt wiggling. It is a very nice butt.” Even Chris knew that, as (mostly) heterosexual as he was. 

Chris nodded happily, and squeezed the omega in his lap. “Of course you can cuddle me. You don’t have to ask, you know. Well. If I’m doing something don’t shove it off me and leap on unless it’s something boring, but other than that... cuddling is one hundred percent okay.”