CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Kin Meets Kagura, Part I

By Salome and Talon

Warning: Shota. Smut. Kinks of many varieties. Don’t read it if you don’t want to.

There are few ambassadors for whom Sesshoumaru has patience beyond what is absolutely necessary. Fewer still whose company he suffers willingly. And only one whose presence gives him anything akin to pleasure: Kagura, ambassador for Lord Naraku. A grotesque interloper, Naraku receives little respect and only grudging forbearance from the great Lords of the land, but he is popular with the increasing demands of hanyou in the country. There remains stability and comfort in tradition in the Western Lands and the castle of the Great Dog Demon, but Tai affirms that they must continue to negotiate with Naraku—through his vassal Kagura—as a means of monitoring and managing the upstart’s influence.

Kagura wears clothing as others brandish weapons. It is not that her kimonos are revealing, more that they seem so impossible to remove in their ornate fashioning and ties that, when he sees her, Sesshoumaru’s claws itch with the desire to rend them until she stands, pale and taut, before him. Her body is slender, toned as a fit young man’s, a reflective compliment to his own. When they are intimate, it is never gentle and almost always in his work chambers, though he thinks of it more as wrestling than brawling. She saunters toward him now, and he gazes at her tiny mouth, always painted cherry red. It looks so good around his cock. He muses: not unlike the child’s. He looks over at Kin, playing contentedly in the corner. How long will he stay so with Ambassador Kagura giving off the thick aura of the hanyou in heat she is?

Kin pays very little mind to those who come and go, most of the time. Most of the time, it is because Oniisama does not really want them to be in the room. “Insufferable fools,” he sometimes mutters so that only Kin can hear. It is a few minutes before he realizes that this female is different. Different, he is not sure how...but different. He is distracted enough by it that without thinking he scratches an ear with his foot in the manner that Oniisama does not like. Moreover, unlike usual, he doesn't realize he does so as he stands the wooden-jointed dog toy carefully and arranges the small, dingy white fur around and over it like moko-sama. Around him, wooden and stone blocks repose as well as other small toys. Jaken-sama brings him a new one every few days.

“My Lord Sesshoumaru,” Kagura says, coming to stand before his enormous oaken desk. She bows deeply, her fan before her face.

Sesshoumaru rises, as he does for few others, and bows slightly. “Welcome again to our castle and our presence, Lady Ambassador.” The “Lady” is difficult: she masks her inferiority well, but her hanyou essence is unmistakable. He wonders, and not for the first time, exactly how she is related to Lord Naraku.

That makes Kin turn his head and actually look. Oniisama hardly ever gets up and BOWS to other people!! He wonders if he should, too. But neither of them is taking any notice of him, so probably not. Calmly, he stacks blocks into a rough castle.

“I bring you greetings from Lord Naraku,” she begins, keeping her fan before her pretty mouth.

Sesshoumaru interrupts: “How much more land has he claimed, Kagura?” He understands why she begins with civilities and protocol, but, somehow, he has no patience for it today. His eye catches Kin again, playing quietly. There is tension between their scents, or in his reaction to them, and he does not like it.

“Only the mountainside village, and its people scarcely resisted. I believe they find pledging allegiance to Lord Naraku less objectionable than to the damned Wolf Tribe. He is at least half human, after all.” She flutters the fan, and Sesshoumaru resists the desire to rip it from her fingers and bare his fangs in her slender throat.

Kin turns his head again at the spike in Oniisama's scent, and the timbre of his voice, large amber eyes blinking quizzically. But...this is not his concern. He doesn't know what they speak of...except he knows about the Mountain Wolf Tribe. One of the runners always brings him a treat. He likes best the hard, cylinder-shaped combination of dried meat and rawhide and fat and berries. The runner, Hakkaku, told Oniisama that it was a favorite of their own cubs...especially those who were breaking new teeth and shedding milk teeth.

Kagura turns her head toward the child. Whether she has noticed him before this moment or not, Sesshoumaru is uncertain. Concern for children, he suspects, is no more a part of her make-up than it is—was—his. “Petsitting, my Lord Sesshoumaru?” she asks, snapping her fan shut and pointing it in Kin’s direction with a coy lilt to her voice that makes Sesshoumaru twitch. He ponders how much of her attraction for him is in that false persona she wears as he wears his dispassion.

“My half-brother and…ward,” he replies coolly.

Kin wonders briefly what a ward is, and shrinks slightly under the pointing fan. But Oniisama is right there, and he flicks his ears back up, and looks at Oniisama, wondering what he is supposed to do.

Kagura looks into Sesshoumaru’s eyes, then over at the pup, who has turned so she can see the resemblance in their eyes. “He favors his Lordship your father,” she says, with a deferential tone that she and Sesshoumaru both know she in no way means. When she pivots on the ball of a graceful foot then takes a step toward the child, Sesshoumaru must make an effort to repress a growl. His eyes narrow, and he dislikes the intensity of his reaction. The child is in no danger, he knows, and yet…

Kin turns when she takes a step towards him...turns around completely so his back is not to her or them, and he sidles towards Oniisama, one kneeling step only, suspicious eyes on her, flicking back frequently to Oniisama. He does not lower his eyes to her, and his ears flick with uncertainty.

Sesshoumaru smiles inwardly at his proud pup, refusing to lower his gaze…though he should. Still, are they not equals? Kagura is most likely a bastard herself, and in any case is no less hanyou than Kin.

“When did my Lord Sesshoumaru begin to take an interest in his siblings?” she asks, pointedly, for she knows his only brothers and sisters are illegitimate and legitimacy is of absurd concern to the kingdom of Lord Tai. “Is this one…special?” She quirks a delicately arched eyebrow.

Sesshoumaru is disinclined to answer. She is too invested in manipulation and power for her own good. “Let us return to discussion of Lord Naraku’s recent…acquisition, shall we?”

Kin makes another, slow, kneeling step towards Oniisama. She is still looking at him, and he doesn't like her red eyes and red mouth. Or the smell of her arousal. Suddenly, he wants to be very much closer to Oniisama, instead of playing.

“Ah, you know as well as I do, most revered Lord Sesshoumaru,” she drawls, “that you will permit Lord Naraku to take the village, for your esteemed father does not want it, nor does he want war. Lord Naraku is wise enough to take only from the Western Land’s enemies, and to send me to…humbly beg forgiveness.” She remains near the child but bows again, with modest grace that, in other times, would signify the beginning of their intimacies. But now it does not. Sesshoumaru returns to a seated position, yet he is entirely attentive to Kagura’s every move, and to Kin’s reactions. He breathes in the increasingly complex scent in the room. His claws tingle. He will not display the ferocity of the protectiveness he feels for Kin unless absolutely necessary. He will not approach Kagura either. He sits back in his chair and spreads his legs, demonstrating a level of comfort he certainly does not feel and forces his scent to dissipate.

Kin’s heard a few things about Naraku. Not good things either, but all from Oniisama or Jaken. And this...Kagura...there is too much he doesn't understand. He...knows better than to speak, but he keeps his body leaned towards Oniisama, even as he refuses to quell under Kagura's interested gaze. Oniisama is doing the thing he does where he looks like he is not feeling. And he realizes all of a sudden that Kagura is NOT youkai...she is hanyou. His nose wrinkles and his eyes widen as he digests the few implications of that which come to his child's mind.

Kagura steps over to Kin and picks up the doll beside him, over which he has draped a scrap of fur, in obvious homage to Lord Sesshoumaru. She does not touch the child, but she comes close, very close.

Sesshoumaru is between them instantly. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he moves her toward his desk. “And you know, my dear Ambassador Kagura, that I will need more than your word that Lord Naraku will stop his advance here,” he declares, lightly. “Only such a declaration will encourage my Lord Father to consider allowing this…overstepping of bounds…to pass without reprisal. Of course, you have brought such a statement with you—in writing and bearing his seal, I trust?”

Kin’s mouth trembles. She has his Oniisama dog.

She reaches within her kimono and pulls out a small scroll, sealed with the black and red spider insignia of Lord Naraku. She hands it to Sesshoumaru then turns back to the child. “He’s rather precious, my Lord,” she offers, turning the doll over in her hand. “Quite an interesting…decoration.” She brings the toy back to the child and bends to him. “May I touch?”

Kin glares at her, his mouth still trembling, grabbing his dog back and clutching it to his chest. Her nails are painted as well...and her scent up close is confusing. Spiderish and wind and feathers... He doesn't move, but his eyes flick to Oniisama...not to his eyes naturally, but to him. He licks the fur on his dog defiantly to get her taint off it.

Lord Sesshoumaru wonders where this is heading. He loathes interpersonal gameplay even more than diplomatic. Subtlety is not his forte, nor is patience. And Kagura is skilled in and relishes it all. When he fucked her last, she had smelled so much like wolf he could only guess she’d been gangbanged by a whole pack of them, though she denied it vehemently. He’d fucked her soundly and decorated her copiously with his own liquid “diplomacy.” He finds himself aroused at the remembrance. “Let us retire to my chambers, Kagura. I will have a servant prepare some of the rare sliced game you enjoy so well. And you can make my stomach turn by eating it in front of me.”

Kagura laughs lightly, her fan returning again to flutter expertly before her. “But what of your sweet little…ward, my Lord?” She glides on her lotus-blossom feet to his side, noting his proud puppy posture and the way he grasps the doll protectively. “Is he…tame?”

Tame? It had never occurred to Kin. Ken was not tame. Kin...he glances at Oniisama. Kin belongs to Oniisama. He will not shrink in front of another hanyou. Her blood is as dirty as his is. If Oniisama gave any indication that he should...he would. But he has not. And she took his doggie. And now it smells of her. And she wears scent as well, and he does not like that. He only likes Oniisama's scent.

“He,” replies Sesshoumaru, rising, “is my concern, Kagura.” He glides silently to her side and takes her arm. His fur wraps her waist. He loves to touch her all over at once. The craving—for it has been some months—grows in him swiftly, and as he turns her to face him, he finds he is already hard. A woman so unafraid to use her teeth and her nails is not to be underestimated…or wasted. She lowers her fan and offers her lips. He kisses her hard, enjoying her uniquely tainted smell and taste, as always.

He watches, curious now. He knows Oniisama fucks others...but he has never seen yet. And Oniisama is hard now. And that makes him squirm, because that smell always leads to touching and tasting and things... His body likes that smell, and he wriggles, feeling the beginnings of hardness under his own robe.

Though not all of his regular sexual partners are gentle or passive, only Kagura moves so swiftly and adroitly from first kiss to gripping his balls through his robes in her sharp red nails. He shoves his tongue deep enough into her little mouth to take her breath away. She holds there, as he clutches her shoulders tightly, and more of his fur snakes around her waist and hips. Her smell is so damned enticing, the stain of mortality at its edges…yet, at this moment, he smells something more, too. Not like the time with the wolf stench, but something both familiar and yet surprising. Her nails circle his sac and pull. And then he realizes: it’s the boy. He smells Kin…and the particular perfection of his arousal. He breaks the kiss and Kagura gasps at the suddenness of it.

Kin rocks, gently back and forth, still clutching his Oniisama doggie to his chest. His belly is fluttery, and he remains where he is. He watches Oniisama and Kagura, but keeps his eyes down, because it is Oniisama. He...he is not sure what to do. Not with Kagura there, and he whines, his ears at half mast in his confusion.

“Lord Sesshoumaru?” Kagura asks, hand still between his legs. Sesshoumaru hears the whine and his cock jumps while his balls are squeezed. He is aroused, frustrated, uncomfortable, stirred. He wants Kagura, wants sex with this adult…despite her gender, because of her skill. Yet he also envisions those tiny genitals in his mouth. And he cannot help but look down at Kin and see his discomfort…. Is that what it is? His sadness? His fear? His need? The position and the smell are unfamiliar, mixed messages he does not know how to interpret. They blend with Kagura’s own arousal and confusion. Though inevitable that the conflict would occur, he dislikes that he is not handling the situation with more ease. Damn the child’s blend of innocence and experience—a mingling he has so actively and pleasurably encouraged. Damn the hanyou bitch and her exquisite fingernails. He gently removes them from his balls as his fur loosens but remains around her waist. “Kagura,” he coaxes, a seductive tone in his voice that he rarely proffers, “let a servant escort you to my chambers. I will meet you presently.”

Kin slips his finger into his mouth to suck as he rocks, unsure what to do. Oniisama would tell him, right? He looks up at his Eldest Brother, and at Kagura. He...he wants...he wants Oniisama. He squirms again, this time reaching with his other hand, holding the doggie with his arm, between his legs to shift things and gasps slightly, whining again.

Kagura looks down at the child, then back into Lord Sesshoumaru’s golden, almond-shaped eyes. She vacillates between diplomatic courtesy and truth-telling. She softly purrs, “Your ward seems to be in some discomfort, my Lord. I fear our intimacy…distresses him. Though I am not certain that ‘distress’ is truly the most apt term for it.” She brushes her lips across his. “I shall await you in your rooms, as you command.”

Sesshoumaru allows but does not respond to her lips, his fur letting her slip from it, and he nods but does not reply as she turns and leaves. He will neither excuse nor explain his precocious and obviously distraught pet. He ignores her suspicions as to the nature of their relationship. Soon, he will share his bed with her, as he has not before, and the rest is not her concern. He turns to Kin, crouches before him, and strokes his tumble of hair down his back.

She is gone, and he immediately bows, pressing his forehead to his hands to the floor. “Oniisama...Kin is...is...Kin feels...tingly.”

It has been a time since he has seen such behavior from his brother. Certainly, the child knows to show deference to figures of power and authority within the castle. And publicly he must display his inferior status to his brother. But they are alone now, and instead of moving into the hand that strokes him, begging for affection, or simply taking it, the child is humbling himself and speaking of arousal. Still, he must confess, he likes both the posture and the declaration. He reaches his hand beneath the child and strokes rounded belly and semi-hard cock. Such a perfect pet after so little time together. But then he withdraws his hand. He is being foolish. Kagura awaits him, and he wants what she offers.

He whines again, both as he's touched and as Oniisama's hand is taken from him. "Kin does not know what to do. Please..." He doesn't move from his bow as he speaks. "Please Oniisama...what...what happens now? Will...will Oniisama leave Kin?"

Sesshoumaru does not like being forced into a parental-caretaking role, especially now. His cock is hard and he does not want to worry about hurting his pup—either emotionally (by leaving) or physically (by staying and taking his unripe little ass). “Hush, child,” he says, and “Sit up and face Oniisama.” He will risk looking into Kin’s eyes, knowing this will require total honesty. In truth, why would he give the child anything else?

Kin obeys at once, instantly, clutching the doggie back to his chest. He had slipped it into his kimono when he bowed. His face is flushed with the arousal and the nearness of his Oniisama. He also forces his ears up, because Oniisama said to sit up and face him. "Yes Oniisama." He wriggles though, because his dick is harder now, and squeezed between his round thighs.

The child smells more like sex than panic now, more like need than fear. “You will wait here for Oniisama, child, and I will have food brought to you and a mat and fur for you to rest in if you become sleepy while you wait. I wish to enjoy some time alone with Kagura—the way you and I enjoy time alone, child. And you must share Oniisama, do you understand?”

He lowers his head, unhappy. "Hai, Oniisama," he says softly.

“You know that I will not leave you, Kin. Not now, or ever. You belong to me, child. I have claimed you and no one will take you from me.” He strokes the child’s hair again. “And no one will sleep in my bed this night but you.”

He looks up at that, reassured. But..."Can't I help Oniisama?"

He wrinkles his brow, almost imperceptibly. Why is it so easy to convince the child? What gives him such resilience and confidence? And yet, his question. “Help Oniisama?” he repeats, knowing he should get up and head to his chambers for some vicious fucking. But a part of him wants to know what the child is thinking.

"Kin knows how to satisfy females, Oniisama," he says seriously. "Kin is very good at satisfying his sisters. Kin...Kin could help Oniisama...satisfy..."

Suddenly, he is angry. Deeply, outrageously, purposelessly angry. He grabs the child hard by the shoulders. “Be silent, Kin.” His eyes search the child’s. For what? He feels…betrayed somehow. Absurd to feel it: betrayed. He releases the child and walks away. He stands at an enormous window, looking out over the darkened grounds. What is this emotion, and where did it come from? Of course Kin knows how to satisfy females, he thinks. His sisters, he said. But they have not discussed this…and he has put from his mind anything other than the child satisfying him. He is wiping the past from the child’s mind, from his child’s mind. He begins to pace, panting a little, feeling a fool and raging at himself.

He bows again as soon as Oniisama releases him, silent, pressing his face back to the floor. He...doesn't understand what he's done wrong, but he has, and so he must behave. Much rather satisfy Oniisama...but...he thinks...if he could help Oniisama...maybe Oniisama would not leave him here alone.

He turns and sees the accursed child back in that too-submissive posture. “Sit up, damn it,” he snaps. “Have some pride, whelp,” he adds. He walks away two steps then turns back. “Do you not understand that you belong to me, now? Do you know who I am, hanyou? Who your brother is? Who you are, now that he has claimed you?”

He sits up obediently. "Yes Oniisama." He looks up at Oniisama. "Who am I, Oniisama?" His question is honestly confused. He does not understand, not entirely. "Kin belongs to Oniisama. Kin obeys Oniisama."

Damn it, the child is not even frightened. He himself is frightened, and the child simply asks for clarification. Gods, he knows he is ranting. He knows he must calm himself, regain the composure for which he is known throughout the kingdom and far beyond. And to do so, he must figure out what the hell he is ranting about. All the child did was say that he would assist him in sexually satisfying that hanyou tramp Kagura. What was wrong with that? In fact, his erection (raging, too) tells him that might not be such a bad thing. Kagura might even enjoy it, kinky bitch that she is. So, then, what is the problem? He played with his sisters, hanyou all. Nothing unusual in that. And now he asks who he is.

“No one else sleeps in my bed, Kin,” he says, as if this explains anything. “Do you understand me? Not before you and not now. Kagura and others may visit Oniisama’s chambers, but they do not share them. Only Kin sleeps at the foot of Oniisama’s bed.” Or squirms his way into his arms so that he wakes with the imp curled there… “Only Kin,” he repeats. Something is happening here, and he must get control of it.

He crawls toward Oniisama. He stops at his feet, and looks up at him. "Kin understands. Kin is special." He smiles a little, fluttery at that. "Kin has never been special before. Kin...Kin only wants Oniisama to not leave him alone here. But...Oniisama must do as he wishes. Kin will behave. Kin will wait."

He watches the tiny crawling thing. The perfect image and voice of submission: exactly what he wants, precisely what he needs. Childish in the added request for what he truly wants, but humble. Yes. This is as it should be. He forces that thought down his throat like a four-course royal meal he never could eat and never will. It sticks. If the child understands all of this, he is wiser than his older brother, firstborn and full-blood heir of the incomparable Lord of the Western Lands. He turns, stalks over to the corner and drops into a enormous chair. All of his chairs are enormous. He likes it that way. And even more now when he sees Kin in one: ridiculously tiny in a giant’s world. “Come to me,” he beckons, softly, and holds out his arms.

He crawls quickly and obediently and climbs up into his arms. "Oniisama." He is entirely happy in his brother's arms...when Oniisama touches him at all, he is happy. "What may Kin do, Oniisama?"

He holds the child in his lap, right over his incongruous erection. Eager child. He leans down and draws his tongue up precious throat, jaw, cheekbone. He breathes in his scent, then reaches a hand between his legs and finds the tiny cock that echoes in miniature the hardness of his own. Brothers indeed. His mind shifts in an instant. “Come fuck Kagura with me, Kin,” he says with assurance, rising suddenly and taking the child in his arms to carry him from the room.

He wraps his arms around Oniisama's neck as moko-sama moves to cup his bottom, and he makes a happy sound in his throat. "Hai, Oniisama." Inside, he is bursting with happiness because Oniisama is taking him and he won't be left alone, and he can help Oniisama and be with him, and he will get even harder!