CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Author’s Note: *bows to our loyal and perverse readers* We know many of you have mixed feelings about Kagura's role in these chapters. We hope you enjoyed them, even if you do not agree entirely with our...decisions. Onii's (Sesshoumaru's) biggest problem with Kin's previous experience is not only that it was not with him, but that Kin's brothers and sisters hurt him. As Kin is all about pleasing his Oniisama, and Sesshoumaru is very much about control and hedonistic pleasure, being able to control Kin's and Kagura's interactions is an immense turn-on for our Oniisama. Rest assured, dear readers, that this in no way takes away from Sesshoumaru's feelings of ownership nor Kin's devotion to his Oniisama. In its perverse way, it only serves to bring them closer together as they share their pleasure in this manner.
Moistly yours, Talon and Salome

Afterfuck

By Salome and Talon

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

Sesshoumaru stretches as the bath servant sponges his tired body. Kin has, of course, licked every droplet of sexually related fluid from his body in the past hours with Kagura. Her cum, his cum, the child’s cum, sweat, spit, almond oil, plum wine… They have been wet, wild, and worn out together in ways both exquisite and exasperating. And now he is sated, clean again, and deliciously, victoriously exhausted. He reaches his arms overhead and receives the benediction of the warm soapy water, followed by the clean rinse.

He looks over at the child, who is wriggling and giggling as he is washed. He never seems to stand still, and there is good reason for his foolishness at this moment. He has not had a servant sponge bathe him before, and newness brings Kin to life so vividly. Sesshoumaru has told him not to take the sponge from their hands, not to wash himself but to allow himself to be washed. It is clear he is trying his best.

Kin watches Oniisama, even as he looks up at the bathing servant who washes him with a sponge as big as his head, and it feels so...wet and slidey and spongy and he must not take the sponge, he must let the servant do her job, but it's tickly and giggly!! He sneezes and puts his ears down as she makes to wash them, not because he is afraid or upset, but because he does not want to get water in them. Oniisama is so beautiful...and Kagura is gone, and he can still taste everything. He licks his claws again, but only tastes a faint trace of earlier. It is being slowly sponged away with water and soap and tickly rubbings. He wrinkles his face as water drips down it.

Sesshoumaru glistens, tosses his hair back. They will not wash his hair tonight. There is too much of it not to do so in a tub. And more, he has come to love giving the “job” to his pet. Clumsy he may be, but no one is more devoted to his task. He brings the image of the little tongue sticking out as he concentrates to mind. But why remember when life is before his eyes in the form of a small hanyou getting water in his ear and shaking his head violently, sending water flying everywhere and making usually quiet, intense bath servants smile and cover their eyes?

He shakes, hard, and thankfully gets the water out again. Sometimes it doesn't come out, and if it doesn't come out quick enough, his ear will hurt. Not just a little hurt...hurt that makes him cry quietly and be sick to his belly because he is dizzy from it. He blinks at Oniisama though, then at the servants. "Oops. Kin is sorry, Oniisama."

“Shall we dry him, my Lord?” the slender, doe-eyed servant asks, being very careful not to overstep her bounds when it comes to the treatment of the child. Sesshoumaru chose her for Kin’s personal bath servant because she is so cautious and gentle. But all the servants now know how—hell, they smell how—to treat the hanyou brother of their Lord’s heir. There is a bond between these brothers, not equality by any means, but a bond that they must honor if they wish to stay in his service. For this young youkai woman, Yumi by name, it is not difficult.

Yumi is merely an adolescent but has a nurturing energy, and in truth she far prefers serving the child to his brother. Sesshoumaru frightens her, and frankly, she likes girls. As a child, she was the foot washer of Sesshoumaru’s mother, and she misses this position. But the Lady of the West, Sesshoumaru’s mother, only allows children to be her foot servant, and all children must, in time, grow up.

“No,” Sesshoumaru says quietly, allowing himself to be rubbed dry. It is clear to the servant that he wishes to do so himself. He waves her out, and she obeys, bowing deeply now that she is certain all soap has been removed from the boy’s body. He smells fresh and free from the male-hanyou-pup smell that made her nose wrinkle involuntarily when she began her work this night. She continues to bow her way out, not stopping to offer towels to Lord Sesshoumaru, who might take it amiss that she presumes to know it is he who will dry the boy.

He holds up his arms for Oniisama, since his washer is going away. He is all wet and drippy. The room is warm, though, so he does not chill right away. Still, he doesn't like being wet if he is not being washed after all. His washer bows away, and he watches her go as she does, his little tongue poking out just a bit.

An enormous bathsheet extended, Sesshoumaru scoops the boy into his arms and wraps him tight. He licks the droplets of water from his brow, his ear tip, his jaw. He hates the way the bath dampens his smell, but it will return soon enough, especially when he stimulates him this way. That is another way hanyou differ from youkai: youkai can mask their scent so much more easily than those with human blood. He tosses the corner of the towel over the child’s head and pats his head dry, being careful not to rub those sensitive ears. Oh, those ears. Though he will not say he prefers them to the tender morsels that are his genitals, he most definitely fetishizes them as much as the child himself. He continues to rub and pat the body in his arms as he takes him to his bed.

Kin is very happy to be wrapped up and rubbed, and he giggles from under the bathsheet, even as he yawns, a huge, jaw-cracking, entire body shuddering yawn. Oh, he loves being held and rubbed and patted this way, and he's content to lay his head on Oniisama's shoulder as he sits down on the bed. He is, understandably, tired, but still a little excited from the bath. "Kin is all clean now Oniisama. All clean and..." he yawns again. "And...and warm and now Kin will sleep in bed with Oniisama!!" He makes a small bounce as he struggles to free an arm with a hand attached to rub a big, sleepy eye.

“To bed, yes, child. Oniisama is as tired as you are, for once.” Tonight, for the first time that he is willing to acknowledge, he may not be willing to let the child spend the night at his feet. Of course, Kin rarely spends more than a few hours there before inching his way up, higher and higher, and into his brother’s arms. The answer to his question comes not from serious contemplation of implications but from sleepy selfishness. Is the child or is he not Sesshoumaru’s? Owned or not? Very well then, Sesshoumaru will have him. In his arms. All night long. And if another night he wants him at his feet, then so it shall be. Or the child will be punished. Which will be good too.

He sighs contentedly as the bathsheet is unwrapped and discarded, and he is surrounded by Oniisama first...and the furs and silks second. He is far too tired and comfortable to say that shouldn't ought he go to where his usual place is? Because he pushes his face against Oniisama's chest and curls up against him in his arms. And he does not want to be anywhere else. He yawns again, deeply, his legs shivering with the force of it. "Kin is very...tired Oniisama," he says sleepily. "Also warm and soft and safe."

Must the child declare everything that reminds him of the depth of his growing affection? Damn children anyway. He will never bear any. And soon enough the whelp will grow and he can get on with some true punishment and some real fucking. Then the child will truly know his power and what it means to be owned by the future Lord of the Western Lands. For now, though, he will allow the child his overly emotional declarations and his over-indulged demeanor. After all, he is so very obedient…so beautiful and soft…so warm in his arms… “Good night, my Kin.”

"Good night..." yawn "Oniisama. Thank you for today." His eyes drift close and he slips his finger in his mouth, and in very few breaths, he is asleep.