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I'm preying on you tonight, HUNT you down, eat you alive, just like animals. maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent for m i l e s. CLAIM: OLIVER ARGENT remington beckett kitsune living in aeternum.❝ this is my game, you think you can beat me at my own game? you CAN'T beat me. ❞

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breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

“You still spoil me.” Oliver grinned with a moan at the strike to his ass once again. He was tempted to try and prove a point that he could still be a complete brat by doing everything in his power to not do as he was told. But his train of thought was derailed when Remi licked over his hole again, making Oli moan. The push of a finger inside him made Oli growl in pleasure, rocking his hips to get more of that stretch and feeling of fullness. “No I won’t.” Oliver replied, trying to pull back into that bratty behaviour, reaching down to grip Remi’s wrist so that he could rock harder into the finger inside himself. He was tempted to see how far he could go before Remi really punished him and took control.

“I do,” remington couldn’t argue with that, teasing the other still with his persistent gestures but refusing to acknowledge that the other was beginning to rock back against his hand, spoiling himself without his permission. he tutted, smacking him again as the other tried to force remi to remain. the kitsune pulled back abruptly and flipped oli over, “you’re getting too naughty, little one.” remington stood up and moved away from him, heading for his drawers and pulling them open, grasping some rope and returning with a smug look on his features. “looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, oli,” remi rubbed his lips together, mounting the boy and grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head, “I thought we were past this.”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

“Your boy.” Oliver agreed, moaning when he felt Remi rock his hips, grinding against his ass. The scratches to his skin only made Oliver moan more, made him crave more and want Remi to press harder with his claws until he drew blood and Oliver’s pale skin became slick with it. the halfling couldn’t hold back his growl of frustration when Remi dropped to his knees and instead of giving Oli what he wanted, teased him by kissing and nipping over his thighs. “You really love to tease your pretty boy huh? Can’t just give me what I want ever.” Oliver breathed, a smirk on his lips. When finally Remi put his mouth and tongue where Oliver craved him most, the halfling moaned deeply, hips rocking back onto that delicious tongue, knees spreading wider to give his master better access. “Fuck yes, don’t stop.” Oli groaned, arching his back. He could tell Remi was in no hurry to move on from this delicious torture and that was perfectly fine with Oliver, he’d happily suffer under this teasing until he came or even if Remi wouldn’t let him cum.

he hissed as the other agreed, responding to every move remi made with a roll of his hips -- such a horny little brat, but remi was far from complaining, he’d won when he found oliver and nothing was going to change his mind about that. the other seemed to know him well enough to catch onto what remington was doing and he breathed out a small chuckle, “if I always give you what you want --” he smacked his ass harshly, a warning blow, “you’d be spoiled, and would never do as your told.” the male had finalised before persisting with his gesture, his tongue running over his entrance before his hand lifted, finger replacing his tongue while he kissed and bit at the boy’s cheeks, applying more pressure with his finger until he was able to slide a single digit into oli, his free hand reaching between his legs and stroking his cock, “now, I give you what you want a few times, you push your luck, I show you again who has the power and look -- you’re well behaved again. if you want something now, you’ll say please and thank you”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

kltsvne:

he saw the change in the boy’s face and immediately felt bad for falling out of rhythm, but remington fought the urge to speed after his boy, fought the urge to throw him over his shoulder and carry him up the stairs and place him in the position that he wanted him. instead, remi followed up the stairs after oliver, watching as he stripped himself off and tossed the fabric of his clothes over the floor. the kitsune stepped into the room, pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans as he stared at his almost porcelain flesh glowing, inviting as he raised up his ass just for his master. a smug sort of smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he slipped out of his shoes and moved towards him. remington breathed out, smoothing his hands over his ass, sliding down his back, hooking around oliver’s shoulders and bringing him up.

“I like you,” he breathed in the boy’s ear, “you’re difficult, you’re pouty, you drive me insane, but I like you.” remington reached around, taking a hold oliver’s cock and stroking him as before, slowly, agonizingly so, “more than I ever planned to, probably more than I should.” the kitsune lowered his lips to the boy’s neck, kissing on his torn flesh, lapping at the blood that was rapidly drying there, “you beautiful, annoying, fascinating boy.” his hand moved faster, the other gripped at his throat as his thumb purposely teased at his head, “you will always belong to me, you have from the minute we met, from the second I slid my cock into that tight little ass of yours. you were mine then, you are mine now, and you will be mine until one of these hearts stop beating.” he brushed his hand down, palm pressing against the boy’s heart, it’s thumping was delicious and yet, that was not what remington wanted from him, in fact, the thought had never crossed his mind – “now,” he let go of his cock and encouraged him to lie down, “chest to the bed, spread them cheeks for me.”

Oliver felt Remi’s eyes on him as his master joined him in the room and he’d never felt unease with having the elder’s gaze on him before, didn’t now, but he was still a little worried he’d done something wrong. When Remi pulled him up again, Oliver rose to his knees gasping when he felt Remi’s fingers curl around his cock and stroke him slow, teasing him as he spoke hotly into the halfling’s ear. Everything Remi said made Oliver shiver, his emotions stirring up into a confusing mix. He’d never had someone like him more than they knew they should and so Oliver wasn’t sure how to take that intensity even if deep down he craved it. Oli had to grin when he was called annoying, wanting to chuckle but the sound was cut off by the grip of Remi’s hand around his throat, choking off his moan as the hand on his cock sped up and teased him more. Maybe some would shy away from that declaration of ownership, maybe Oliver should but he didn’t, he nodded agreeing without words that Remi was right, he did own him and had since they met. Oliver might have a long and complicated history that seemed to be resurfacing more lately but his loyalties weren’t about to suddenly change. Oliver whined when the hand on his cock disappeared but lay at the demand and reached back to grip his cheeks, spreading them to show off his hole just as his master wanted.

the other seemed perfectly content with everything remi said, agreeing to each statement he made with apparently eager, yet choked, moans. remington smiled smugly, “that’s my boy,” the kitsune purred, voice thick with lust as he automatically rocked his hips into the boy’s backside. lowering his torso, the male began trailing kisses down his spine, nails catching at his flesh as he dragged them down the boy’s back, finally burying into his ass as remi dropped to his knees. he hesitated, keeping up his teasing as he trailed kisses and nips against oliver’s thighs, his hands squeezing at every available bit of oli they could reach, “my pretty boy,” he hummed, deciding he, too, was impatient. pushing the thought of his halfling with anybody else and focusing on how he had every inch of him to himself, not anybody else. his lips curved up over his teeth, his hand slapping harshly against the boy’s cheek before he buried his features into his ass. remi didn’t need much encouragement, his tongue lapping at the boy’s hole, suckling at the surrounding area and applying pressure every once in a while. he was moving slowly, lacking his usual impatience as he purposely worked on him – not by any means slow or torturous, but specific, refusing to rush into the next method of foreplay as he would typically, savouring each moan the boy offered, encouraging him to, as he always did, instruct the kitsune.

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

Oliver let himself get lost in the bites and kisses and every touch Remi provided until he felt the other pull back, sighing which quickly drew a frown to Oliver’s brow. Had he done something wrong? He wanted to ask what was wrong but Remi was quick to give instructions and for once Oliver didn’t bother to fight them. So he slipped out from between Remi and the wall heading upstairs to the bedroom as he shrugged out of his shirt as he went. No need to rid himself of pants as they were already shredded scraps of fabric on the floor. Once in Remi’s bedroom, Oliver crawled onto the bed, making sure he took the position his master wanted, ass up, knees spread a little to make his back arch and curve into a pleasing slope.

he saw the change in the boy’s face and immediately felt bad for falling out of rhythm, but remington fought the urge to speed after his boy, fought the urge to throw him over his shoulder and carry him up the stairs and place him in the position that he wanted him. instead, remi followed up the stairs after oliver, watching as he stripped himself off and tossed the fabric of his clothes over the floor. the kitsune stepped into the room, pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans as he stared at his almost porcelain flesh glowing, inviting as he raised up his ass just for his master. a smug sort of smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he slipped out of his shoes and moved towards him. remington breathed out, smoothing his hands over his ass, sliding down his back, hooking around oliver’s shoulders and bringing him up.

“I like you,” he breathed in the boy’s ear, “you’re difficult, you’re pouty, you drive me insane, but I like you.” remington reached around, taking a hold oliver’s cock and stroking him as before, slowly, agonizingly so, “more than I ever planned to, probably more than I should.” the kitsune lowered his lips to the boy’s neck, kissing on his torn flesh, lapping at the blood that was rapidly drying there, “you beautiful, annoying, fascinating boy.” his hand moved faster, the other gripped at his throat as his thumb purposely teased at his head, “you will always belong to me, you have from the minute we met, from the second I slid my cock into that tight little ass of yours. you were mine then, you are mine now, and you will be mine until one of these hearts stop beating.” he brushed his hand down, palm pressing against the boy’s heart, it’s thumping was delicious and yet, that was not what remington wanted from him, in fact, the thought had never crossed his mind -- “now,” he let go of his cock and encouraged him to lie down, “chest to the bed, spread them cheeks for me.”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )#this escalated quickly

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

Oliver’s moans only grew when Remi bit at his neck, sinking his fangs into his skin and drawing blood. The halfling didn’t mind the pain or that his master had chosen a particularly harsh spot to bite, he was used to it and even craved the rougher treatment. Oliver continued to rock his hips to the finger deep inside him, moaning louder when Remi added another and even tore away the fabric of his pants. He was quite used to having his clothes destroyed by the elder kitsune so didn’t even falter as the fabric fell away in shreds at his feet. Oliver couldn’t stop his frustrated groan when Remi started stroking his length but deliberately slowly, only teasing him further.

god, he was perfect, pouty, breathless and moaning under his every touch -- this is how he liked him, but thanks to his own tantrum, something that forced him to remain similar to his bratty counterpart, remi faltered inhis movements, pulling back for a moment as he wondered if the boy ever reacted so quickly to his vampire, if he still would now. remi sighed, leaning backwards as he sunk his teeth into his bloody lower lip, “upstairs.” he instructed, “you know the rules, clothes off, all fours, ass up.” his eyes dimmed, darkened blue replacing his brightened silver, tongue swiping over the crimson that had collected on his mouth, “quickly, oliver.”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

kltsvne:

he grinned against the boy’s lips, not daring to kiss him just yet and possibly for good reason. there was no denying that oliver was his, there was no denying that and oliver hadn’t even bothered to fight him on it, only encourage it – so now, with his playful taunts ringing in the kitsune’s ear, it only aroused him. remi growled playfully against his lips and forced the other into a rough kiss, one hand slipping down his back into his pants, squeezing his ass tight before using one finger to tease him, “hm…” remington taunted, “does that mean you’ve forgotten, pet?” their lips parted and the kitsune’s breathing was paced, eyes glittering silver as fangs protruded from his gums, “we can’t have that now, can we?” remi didn’t hesitate, pushing his finger deep into the boy while his lips ran down his throat, pulse thumping against his tongue as it swept out across the skin.

Oliver always liked it when his playful taunting got the desired effect of pushing Remi’s buttons enough to make him a little rougher and really draw out that possessive side in a way Oliver could enjoy. He kissed back when he felt Remi’s lips attack his own roughly, groaning as he felt the squeeze to his ass and teasing finger trace his hole. “I might have…” Oliver smirked, watching as Remi’s eyes and fangs shifted. The halfling had been about to come back with a smart remark before he suddenly felt Remi push his finger in deep, stopping anything Oliver had been about to say and instead turning it into a deep moan. “Fuck…” Oliver groaned, tipping his head back to bare more of his throat to his master, hips rocking onto the finger buried inside him.

there was something he enjoyed about cutting oliver off, fighting the smart ass remark he usually gave by hitting the right spot. remi’s lips parted before curling into a bright smile as the other moaned, exposing more of his throat and granting remi the access he needed to graze his teeth over his flesh. he hummed against his neck, pausing before sinking his teeth into his skin, it wasn’t in a particular soft spot, getting blood from him would require a little force but he wanted that pain to remain, even for just a short while, it would serve as a reminder. the kitsune sucked mercilessly at the wound, inserting another finger into the boy without warning, grinning against his flesh as his other hand tore at the boy’s pants, pushing them from his hips and curling around his length, stroking incredibly slowly.

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

commence | ft. ashtyn

kltsvne:

it had been so long since he’d last seen the other in this form that he always scoffed when the considerably smaller mammal trotted out from within the shadows, clearly self conscious, intending not to be seen by the older kitsune as he would never grant remington the satisfaction of crooning over his petite, fluffy body. remi smirked, cocking his head to the side as the other approached, evidently pissed, though the elder may not have been able to tell if it wasn’t from the scent and how it fed remi.

he tilted back his head as the other let out a screech, it seemed harmless and remington had to purse his lips and clench his jaw in attempt to stop himself from laughing so directly at his old friend who was already touchy enough. however, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with ashtyn a little more, “oh, baby…” he purred, this time not bothering to conceal the amusement that laced his tone, “look at how sweet you are.”

The term of endearment made Ashtyn’s blood boil and he didn’t hesitate before stepping closer, attempting to stay calm and collected even as his pent up energy seemed to shake his smaller limbs. His tails spread wide and tall behind him, much larger than his actual body as he crouched even lower towards the ground, something that could be described as a hiss filling the thick air between them. The last thing Remington should have done was insult him by describing him as sweet, it only increased the tension in his small frame and before he could think rationally about it, Ashtyn pounced on one of the nearby horses. His nails dug deeply into the animal’s thigh at first, immediately following up by moving his claws alongside the beast’s side, never bothering to notice how deep or shallow the cuts actually were. A piece of the horse’s neck was between his teeth before Ashtyn even realized it and as he landed back on the ground, he growled once more, hoping to prove just how threatening he was in both forms. Ash could have tore out the animal’s heart at any moment but he had decided two could play the taunting game.

he watched as the affectionate terms remington used pissed off the creature further, a small smirk remained on remi’s features, expecting the fox to lunge for him initially, but no, it seemed the other was choosing the cowards attempt at an attack, going after the unsuspecting horse at the kitsune’s side. he growled, moving, but of course, ashtyn was faster, hopping down before the fox could attempt to protect his animal. he glared at the smaller creature, moving towards the animal and running his hand soothingly over its neck, mumbling under his breath in another language, the horse remained wary, but somewhat settled under his comfort as remi assessed the damage, “how typical,” he mumbled, “if you want to seem threatening, ashtyn, I suggest you try fighting me, instead of a defenceless creature.” he ran his hand over the beast’s nose before turning, eyes glowing as the older kitsune shifted into his own form. towering over ashtyn’s own frame, a snarl tearing from his throat, “you’re not welcome at my home, ashtyn – leave.” it was a silent communication, one that ash would undoubtedly hear regardless, and of course, ignore. remington made no attempt to attack, his tails sparked behind him, however.

#chats #( ; kitsune-ashtyn. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

kltsvne:

the other certainly gave off a more content feeling as remington pulled him into a hug, a firm but considerably kinder expression concealed his features as he stole yet another kiss from his pet’s lips and moved towards the door, hands constantly touching the halfling in some claim of possession. he was jealous, yes, but remi had made no efforts to hide that from oliver in their initial discussions, this would always be the way and now, with his imprint on the boy’s chest, he would never have to worry about the other flaunting himself like he was free for the taking. if his vampire companion decided to progress his intentions further, well, at least remington now had somewhere to stand when he tore out his heart from his chest and made oli watch. as soon as the door closed behind them, remi urged oliver into the wall, his frame pinning him in place as a familiar, wicked smirk tugged on his lips, “mine.”

Oliver didn’t think his life had ever been so complicated. He wasn’t used to masters wanting him so much, usually he was bought for his looks or talent, played with until he irritated them too much and then tossed aside. He’d never been cared for by a master, wanted on such a possessive level. It was all new to him. He groaned when Oliver found his back hit the nearest wall, Remi’s frame pinning him. “All yours.” Oliver replied his own smirk in place as his fingers curled tightly around his master’s shirt. “Gunna remind me? Make sure I never forget it?” He purred, knowing that he didn’t need reminding, not with the branding on his chest.

he grinned against the boy’s lips, not daring to kiss him just yet and possibly for good reason. there was no denying that oliver was his, there was no denying that and oliver hadn’t even bothered to fight him on it, only encourage it – so now, with his playful taunts ringing in the kitsune’s ear, it only aroused him. remi growled playfully against his lips and forced the other into a rough kiss, one hand slipping down his back into his pants, squeezing his ass tight before using one finger to tease him, “hm…” remington taunted, “does that mean you’ve forgotten, pet?” their lips parted and the kitsune’s breathing was paced, eyes glittering silver as fangs protruded from his gums, “we can’t have that now, can we?” remi didn’t hesitate, pushing his finger deep into the boy while his lips ran down his throat, pulse thumping against his tongue as it swept out across the skin.

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

kltsvne:

he urged oliver back towards the horse, hoisting the boy up onto it’s back before joining him on it and looking back at him with a small smile as he replied. remington wasted no time, pressing his lips against oliver’s once more as he gave him a soft smile, “and I will never let you go back there,” he straightened up, nudging the horse forward and towards home as his lips remained upturned in a smile the majority of their journey there. “this is commitment,” remington finally offered as they stopped in front of their home, climbing off the horse and pulling oliver off into his embrace, his lips ghosting over the halfling’s own, “you can continue to see your friend, I am trusting you, do not test it again – understand?”

Oliver was happy to be going home, claimed in a whole new way with new meaning and so returned the kiss with a smile of his own. It always comforted the halfling’s doubts when Remi said he wouldn’t send him back to the tower, even if he perhaps never could erase them fully, it meant a lot to Oliver that he tried. He leaned back into Remi’s chest as they rode, content with the way things were, especially after such a vicious fight between them. When Remi pulled him down from the horse, Oliver went so willingly to his master’s embrace, leaning in to turn the ghost of a kiss into something more real until Remi’s words made his brow raise. “I won’t test it, you have my word.” Oliver replied. He’d set his agendas aside only somewhat begrudgingly if it soothed whatever bothered Remi about his communication with Felix.

the other certainly gave off a more content feeling as remington pulled him into a hug, a firm but considerably kinder expression concealed his features as he stole yet another kiss from his pet’s lips and moved towards the door, hands constantly touching the halfling in some claim of possession. he was jealous, yes, but remi had made no efforts to hide that from oliver in their initial discussions, this would always be the way and now, with his imprint on the boy’s chest, he would never have to worry about the other flaunting himself like he was free for the taking. if his vampire companion decided to progress his intentions further, well, at least remington now had somewhere to stand when he tore out his heart from his chest and made oli watch. as soon as the door closed behind them, remi urged oliver into the wall, his frame pinning him in place as a familiar, wicked smirk tugged on his lips, “mine.”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

Oliver happily went closer when Remi drew him near, always pleased to be in the other’s proximity and happily received the kiss planted to his lips. Oli looked to the witch when he reappeared and nodded at the question of whether he’d cover the mark should Oliver ever return himself or with another master requesting Remi’s mark be covered. It wasn’t likely that Oliver himself would return to have it marked over, but should he ever find himself with a new master he could imagine they might do so. He then redressed and followed Remi back out into the night. “I’m not going to leave your side so it’s only coming off if you die and even then I won’t get it removed myself. I’m not looking for another master, ever.” Oliver replied with conviction, wanting Remi to know that this wasn’t some throw away fancy that had only come over him in the moment. It was a commitment that Oliver intended to live by.

he urged oliver back towards the horse, hoisting the boy up onto it’s back before joining him on it and looking back at him with a small smile as he replied. remington wasted no time, pressing his lips against oliver’s once more as he gave him a soft smile, “and I will never let you go back there,” he straightened up, nudging the horse forward and towards home as his lips remained upturned in a smile the majority of their journey there. “this is commitment,” remington finally offered as they stopped in front of their home, climbing off the horse and pulling oliver off into his embrace, his lips ghosting over the halfling’s own, “you can continue to see your friend, I am trusting you, do not test it again -- understand?”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

Oliver had to admit he was pleased when Andres left them alone. He didn’t particularly sharing private moments or moments where Oliver viewed himself as weak around strangers. He looked to Remi with a smile glad to see he’d pleased him with this decision. “Don’t need to thank me but I like hearing it.” Oliver teased. He knew there was a difference between ownership and dedication but for Oliver this relationship had no difference. To everyone else he was just Remi’s pet but between them it was comforting to know it was more. “I hope you like it. It’s not coming off unless you skin me or brand over it.” Oliver smirked playfully.

he sighed softly and pulled the other closer, still keeping his smile present as the obvious content feeling spread through him. remi bowed his forehead against oli’s and gave the other a short chuckle in response to his words, one hand cupping his jaw while he pressed a quick kiss to his lips before leaning back, “anderson, should oliver ever return, with or without me to have this covered, you’ll do it, yes?” anders reappeared in the door way, offering a nod of reassurance before wishing both master and pet good day as remington encouraged oliver to dress once more, “that way--” he addressed the boy as they stepped out into the street once more, “should anything happen to me or you wish to terminate our relationship, it’ll be covered and you will have no struggle finding a new master.”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

commence | ft. ashtyn

kitsune-ashtyn:

Ashtyn had always preferred his human form over his fox form. Even though his animal side had its perks, there was nothing more humiliating than being physically smaller than any other kitsune he’d met before. His nine tails themselves could fill an entire ballroom but his body was small and lean, only a little larger than a full grown fennec fox. It was for these reasons that Ashtyn rarely made himself known to others in his fox form, especially another kitsune, but after a few shots and a couple hearts, Ash found himself stalking around the other’s property. He had no plan or motive except for the fact that he was still seething from the last encounter with Remington. The mere thought of Remi’s half-breed pet fucking what was his made his blood boil and he almost forgot his promise to the elite until he became distracted by the horses in the yard. Killing one or both of the beasts sounded like a grand idea but he was interrupted by a familiar scent that only put him more on edge. He crouched near a line of trees to avoid being seen as the older kitsune sniffed him out as well. Ashtyn wanted to laugh at the other’s nonchalant declaration, as if Remington had any say in what he did and didn’t do.

The fur near his mouth was matted with blood and his teeth were a contrasting white when he barred them at the other’s teasing. Ashtyn had accidentally stepped out of the shadows but he shifted closer to the ground almost immediately, out of the other’s view but close enough to pounce. Remington didn’t deserve to see him in his human form; there was no way in hell he’d give the other the satisfaction of seeing what his absence had done to him. Or maybe he just wanted to see the other without being caught; maybe he missed him, just like Remington suggested. The thought of the other being right in any situation made a growl tear from his throat but instead of his usual, human snarl a pathetic high-pitched squeaking filled the air, causing Ashtyn’s large ears to perk up even further.

it had been so long since he’d last seen the other in this form that he always scoffed when the considerably smaller mammal trotted out from within the shadows, clearly self conscious, intending not to be seen by the older kitsune as he would never grant remington the satisfaction of crooning over his petite, fluffy body. remi smirked, cocking his head to the side as the other approached, evidently pissed, though the elder may not have been able to tell if it wasn’t from the scent and how it fed remi.

he tilted back his head as the other let out a screech, it seemed harmless and remington had to purse his lips and clench his jaw in attempt to stop himself from laughing so directly at his old friend who was already touchy enough. however, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with ashtyn a little more, “oh, baby...” he purred, this time not bothering to conceal the amusement that laced his tone, “look at how sweet you are.”

#chats #( ; kitsune-ashtyn. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

Oliver was apprehensive because you couldn’t predict pain you’d never experienced. He knew what being cut with a blade felt like, the bite of fangs, being beaten or burned, but this was different. He felt better when Remi’s fingers curled around his own, helping to ground him and focused solely on the elder kitsune not the witch who was about to mark his skin. Maybe Oliver should have thought more about this, as with Remi’s mark inked into his skin he’d never been good for another master again should something happen to Remi or he ever grow bored. But Oliver figured he could simply spend the rest of his days in the tower.

When he felt the press of a palm against his chest, Oliver tried to take a final breath, but it was ripped out of him from the sheer burning pain that came with the magic used to brand him. Instantly the half-fox’s eyes shifted silver, fangs and claws growing as sparks snapped violently in the air around him as well as along his skin, Oliver’s body’s way of trying to defend itself. But he persevered until finally it was over and he looked down to see the same crest from Remi’s ring burned into his skin, black lines crisp and perfect. “Can’t dispute who owns me now.” Oliver replied, voice a little breathless.

remington was surprised by how the other’s pain immediately affected him, hi s jaw clenched but remi fought off the initial automatic reaction that had him wanting to tear out anders’ throat. his lips pulled down at the sides as he stroked his hand soothingly along the other’s back, or at least attempting to.

anders looked more impressed when the other’s fox made an appearance, the witch’s head tilted to the side and a slow smirk crept up onto his features -- obviously impressed by oliver’s power. remi narrowed his eyes as the witch rose form his seat and moved away from the two, heading into the back once again and giving them some time, “thank you,” he murmured, “it isn’t about ownership, it’s about dedication.” remi half smiled, pressing a kiss to oli’s temple, “thank you, oliver.”

#chats #( ; oliverxargent. )

breaking rules | ft. oliver

oliverxargent:

To say his curiosity only grew as they travelled through the city, seemed a bit of an understatement, especially when they reached the small cottage tucked in the darker parts of the town. Once inside what appeared to be a witch’s shop, Oliver looked around curious until he saw another man appear from the darkness. Oli noted the way Remi stepped protectively in front of him so he didn’t let his guard down. He dipped his head when he was introduced to the other, keeping his eyes on him.

Oliver watched their exchange, curious about the witch’s power as it was explained to him. A curious thing to be able to make marks appear on this skin, Oliver wondered if they held any other purpose or were they simply decorative. It made him especially curious about the marks on Ander’s own skin.

Oli shrugged out of his shirt when told, baring pale skin and scars from the arena, giving a nod at the mention of the pain being over quickly. “It’s fine, I can take pain.” Oliver replied, determined to endure this power, whatever it may hold if it meant he got to wear a mark to symbolise Remi on his skin. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing blue eyes for a moment as if to ground himself before Oliver gripped the chair and looked back to Anders. “Do it.”

remington had always admired anderson’s skills, the beauty in his art, but never before had he thought to mark his own body, it seemed remi cared a bit too much about his appearance to ever taint his flesh -- but oliver, oliver was ready for that commitment, oliver was ready to give into remi completely. the kitsune leaned into his pet, curling his hand around oliver’s own and dismissing the somewhat puzzled look he received from anders before the witch opted for minding his own business -- good choice.

his lips turned down at the sides as anders glanced towards him for reassurance before reaching forth with his palm splayed against his boy’s chest. there was a brief moment, a small glow beneath the other’s palm and what anders had described as a brief, burning hot pain that would shoot through his body, stinging his flesh. remi gripped tighter at oli’s hand and smiled as anders dropped his hand and revealed a darkened imprint of the beckett family crest staining oliver’s flesh. remi paused for a moment, flashed their witch counterpart a smile and pressed a kiss against the boy’s forehead, “my name, oli, just in a different form.” he plucked his ring from anders palm and offered it up to him, “I have one, edward has a similar one but blue is my colour, see?”

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commence | ft. ashtyn

remington moved out of his home, edging towards the back where he’d now acquired two horses, one for himself, the other for oliver. both were tended to daily, but since oliver was sleeping soundly in the early hours, remington had opted for offering some attention to their four legged creatures. he moved closer, eyes shimmering in the darkness, hand extended, the horse let out a quietened whinny in response to his approach but bowed it’s head into the palm of his hand. it was in a quietened moment between himself and the animal that remi picked up on a familiar scent, immediately causing him to stiffen.

tilting his head over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he quickly realised the familiar scent held something different to it – a rare occurrence, but clearly his counterpart did not count on being seen tonight, “you shouldn’t be here.” he addressed indifferently, dropping his hand from the horse and turning completely towards the fox that skulked in the shadows, a faint smile lingering on his lips, “did you miss me so much that you have taken to sniffing around my home in a form I barely recognise? it’s not exactly common to see you like this, ashtyn.” @kitsune-ashtyn

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breaking rules | ft. oliver

kltsvne:

his lips curled up into a smile as the other answered him so easily, effortlessly and without a single doubt in his mind that he would come to regret as such. there was a strange sense of settlement in him after hearing it and he brought him that bit closer to his chest, pressing a kiss against his forehead, “if you’re sure, darling.” the male urged him up and stood up abruptly, moving to the other side of the room to collect oliver’s pants and returning, “I have an idea, not my name, but something of me – it will hurt, but only briefly, I’m sure you can handle it.” remington moved towards the door and the moment the halfling come close enough, remi took his hand and pulled him against his chest, “I don’t want to lose you.” he admitted in a quiet voice, holding the male’s stare for a moment before turning and heading out of the door, tugging oli along with him.

Oliver could tell his words had done something to settle whatever anxiety he’d caused earlier in the other, though it was likely far from fixed, at least he’d helped a little with his show of dedication. “I am sure.” Oli replied before he stood when he was urged off of Remi’s lap watching as his master collected his pants. Oliver was intrigued by what the elder kitsune was proposing, curious what he would be given that was a symbol of Remi but not his name. The warning of pain didn’t make Oliver shy away or any less interested, if anything it made him more curious. Oliver followed, pressing a little closer when Remi dragged him against his chest and held their locked eyes. He wished he could say that Remi wouldn’t lose him, but they both knew Oliver had an expiration date thanks to his mortality so sadly the halfling said nothing, but followed again.

there was a slight spring in remington’s step now, excitement clearly radiating throughout his frame as he urged oliver onto the horse, choosing to take just the one for this errand and climbed onto it too. they head off towards town and rather than take their usual route, remington turned them off into the back alleys. he had acquired and acquaintance here, not necessarily the most kindest of people, but certainly not one of the worst, a witch of whom remington had purposely saved the life of in one of teddy’s fits of hunger a couple of centuries ago – it was for this reason, certain favours required the work of a witch and this was one of those times. they slowed down and eventually stopped in front of an older cottage, brighter than those around it, but dim by comparison to what lay in the hustle and bustle of their town centre.

remington urged the other inside, a sharp ding from a bell above their heads rattled as they pushed through the door and a few short moments later a slender, pale man appeared in the doorway across the room. his lips curved up at the sight of remington and more so when he caught sight of oliver, cautious as ever, remington stepped in front of oli and addressed the witch, “anderson, this is oliver, oliver, anders.” he gestured between the two before guiding oli into a chair, “this,” he pulled the ring that was permanatly around his finger from the digit and tossed it towards the witch, “I want it on his chest.” The witch moved closer to the two, his smile still in place as he looked up at remi, then to oliver, before landing back on the ring in the palm of his hand, “very well. hello, oliver.”

the kitsune slid into the seat beside oliver, “take off your shirt – anders has a gift, a gift to make these markings…” he gestured to the various tattoos that covered the witch’s neck, arms and hands, “appear very quickly, the pain is over relatively quick too.” anderson offered a brightened grin, clearly smug about his unusual gift before rubbing his hands together and watching oli somewhat expectantly, “you can say no at any point, dear,” remi murmured more quietly in oliver’s ear.

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breaking rules | ft. oliver

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he breathed out a quietened laugh, narrowing his eyes, “you want my name on your body?” the male palmed at his thigh, “no there is a mark, it’s not mine, it’s theirs.” remington sighed, leaning into oliver again, “it’s shared, if it was symbolic in any way, it would mean I share you with the rest,” he ran the pad of his thumb over the other faded marks, “I could never share you.” straightening up slightly, remi released his touch from oli, only to press his hands into the small of his back, “I will never share you.”

“Yes.” Oliver answered easily. To him it wasn’t a big deal, Remi already owned him more fully than anyone would ever own him and even if one day Oliver did fuck up so spectacularly that Remi did decide to return him and thus he became undesirable to any other master because he had Remi’s name inked into his skin, it just meant he’d never be claimed again and that was fine with the halfling. Oliver glanced down when Remi touched the other x’s burned into his skin, listening to the elder’s words. He could remember each master who’d given him an x, knew which one belonged to Felix, to each of them so he understood why it wasn’t personal. “Then give me a mark that’s just yours. Something that sets this, us apart from the rest that covers my body.” Oliver spoke, wrapping his arms around Remi’s neck, fingers carding through the hair at the base of his skull.

his lips curled up into a smile as the other answered him so easily, effortlessly and without a single doubt in his mind that he would come to regret as such. there was a strange sense of settlement in him after hearing it and he brought him that bit closer to his chest, pressing a kiss against his forehead, “if you’re sure, darling.” the male urged him up and stood up abruptly, moving to the other side of the room to collect oliver’s pants and returning, “I have an idea, not my name, but something of me – it will hurt, but only briefly, I’m sure you can handle it.” remington moved towards the door and the moment the halfling come close enough, remi took his hand and pulled him against his chest, “I don’t want to lose you.” he admitted in a quiet voice, holding the male’s stare for a moment before turning and heading out of the door, tugging oli along with him.

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