CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

First Mount: A Young Sesshoumaru Flashback

By Salome and Talon

Author’s Note: This story lets us delve more into Sesshoumaru’s past and his relationship with both food and his adored Papa. We hope the background detail and the dominant/submissive smex please.

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

“Papa?” Sesshoumaru asks, kneeling at his father’s feet as the great Lord works at his desk. He nuzzles his father with a questing little pup nose.

Tai pats his son’s head absently. “In a minute.”

“Yes, Papa,” Sesshoumaru nods, continuing to press his nose to his father’s hakama. He exudes a scent of childlike impatience and need.

Tai looks down. “What is it you wish, child?”

“You, Papa. Just you,” says the boy.

“You know Papa is busy son.”

“Yes, Papa.” He sighs. “But…I want Papa.”

Tai pauses in his work to stroke his child's head more patiently. “I see. Where is your mother, child?”

“Mother says I am the OneTrueSun and I should have what I wish. I wish you, Papa. Can Papa work if I just...touch Papa?” He wraps an arm gently around his father’s muscled calf and leans his head on it.

“Well, your mother is quite correct in some of that. But...I think your mother forgets that your Father is the One True Lord.” He leans back and pats his lap. “Come here, pup.”

“Yes, Papa.” He obeys quickly and eagerly. “Mother loves you best, Papa. She says I am just like you.”

He pets the long, silky hair. “You are very like me, son.”

“And you are like me, too, Papa?”

“I suppose I was when I was a pup.” He peers over the small silver head to read through a treaty.

“Not anymore?” Sesshoumaru settles and adjusts in Papa's lap to get comfy but mostly to get attention.

“Well, I suppose some things are the same, child. We both want what we want, hmm? And we both adore your Revered Mother.” He smiles. “I hope someday to give you a brother or sister with your mother...but unfortunately it may not be possible.”

“I do not want a brother or sister,” Sesshoumaru answers quickly, pouting.

He smiles even more broadly. “But your Papa would like you to have one. Someone to be a powerful ally to my One True Son.” He sighs softly. “But...you may get your wish in the end, child. Your mother's clan does have some difficulty in birthing, due to the venom. We count ourselves very lucky to have had a perfect boy pup on the very first try.” In truth...he had nearly lost both his mate and his son on the night of Sesshoumaru's birth. He prefers to not think of that right this moment however.

“I will not be the OneTrueSun if there are two sons, Papa,” he murmurs. Then he perks up. “Perfect, Papa?” When his father does not respond immediately, he adds, “Let Sesshoumaru show Papa love now, please?”

“You are my perfect child, son. And as my first born you would always be my One True Heir.”

“Is OneTrueAir as good as OneTrueSun?”

“Indeed. You would and will always be my first.” He nuzzles his boy’s ear softly and affectionately. “You may show Papa love in a moment... Let Papa finish this first.”

He sighs audibly. “Yes, Papa.”

“Patience, my son,” he counsels. Then, “Tell Papa what you did this morning? Tell Papa about your breakfast.” He hopes to distract the boy so he might finish this and be done with it. The sixth draft had still been met with...disfavor. He is beginning to lose patience himself with the clan he is currently in such deep negotiation.

Sesshoumaru shakes his head. “Breakfast was horrible, Papa. They force me to eat. Stupid servants. I hate them. They have no right.” He continues to shake his head, remembering.

Tai pauses, then frowns. “They...forced you to eat?” That does not sound right.

“Sesshomaru does not like food, Papa.”

He speaks slowly. “So your mother tells me.” And he had not truly paid much attention to the matter. Some pups were picky eaters.

“It all smells so....strong and sick-making.” He brightens. “When Papa comes in my mouth...that never makes me sick.” He pauses, then adds, “Mother does not make milk anymore, so now i eat food all the time.” He says the word food as if it is the equivalent of cow manure. “Every day, Papa, they make me eat… They should not be able to do it….but Mother feeds me or makes them feed me…”

Tai frowns deeper. One might go so far as to call it a scowl.

“Don't frown, Papa, please. Sesshomaru tries to be good.”

He strokes the child's cheek. “Does nothing tempt your appetite, child? Any kind of food or drink at all?”

Sesshoumaru thinks, seriously. “I drink tea, Papa. It smells better than food.”

Tai makes a mental note, then calls for a servant, ordering some different tea to see if his child will like it...for it has more substance than green tea. Then, he turns back to his boy.

“Have I said bad things, Papa?”

“Sesshoumaru...do you vomit after you eat?” he asks, quietly. The boy had difficulties if his mother ate certain things before feeding him... It had taken a few weeks to get a diet correct for Sesshoumaru's nursing when he was first whelped.

“Sometimes, Papa,” he answers, head down. “I try not to… It makes Mama scared.”

“And the dinners you have attended for me?”

Sesshoumaru smiles a conspiratorial smile. “I push the food under the table…mostly.”

“I see.” And the palace dogs would take care of the rest. No wonder they often followed Sesshoumaru in the halls.

Sesshoumaru swallows. Papa does not think his sneakiness is clever. “Are you angry, Papa?”

“Is there nothing? Fruit, or rice perhaps? Fish?”

In a small voice, Sesshoumaru asks, “Will I be punished?” His eyes remain downturned.

Tai shakes his head vigorously. “I am not angry, child. Papa is concerned.”

Sesshoumaru thinks. “Water. I like water.”

“And tea…you said…”

“Yes, Papa. And…I miss Mother—”

“But you cannot subsist on water and tea,” Tai interrupts.

“—how she fed me. Subsist?”

There is nothing at all you have been offered that is good? Nothing at all besides water or tea? What about the juice of fruits?”

“They smell so awful,” he says, quietly. “Don’t they?”

“Or perhaps goat's milk?”

Sesshoumaru laughs a child’s laugh. “Goats make milk, Papa? I thought only Mothers did.”

“All warm blooded mothers make milk for their young. Mothers of little Lordlings, and mothers of little goats, dogs, whales, wolves, sheep, tanuki... Would you try some milk for Papa?”

He nods, head down. “Yes, Papa.” A plan comes to him: “Let me drink it from your mouth?”

Tai smiles. “If you wish.” As the servant brings in the tea, he orders a jug of warm, fresh goats milk to be brought directly. “Here...while we wait...” He pours out the tea. “This is a tea with a herb in it that we inu find...soothing. I think you might like it. Would you like any sweetening?”

“No!” Sesshoumaru says, too loudly, then hangs his head. “Sorry, Papa. I meant to say, ‘No, my Lord Papa.’ …But I am not thirsty now, Papa.”

Tai kisses his little ear. “My boy does not like sweet things, unless it is Mother's milk, hmm?”

“Could i drink it later?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” Tai replies, drinking his tea thoughtfully.

“Mother's milk is not sweet, Papa. It is just…Mama,” he notes. Sesshoumaru sniffs the tea, now unsure whether or not he wants it.

“I have always found it so.”

“Can I drink from your cup, Papa?” Sesshoumaru beckons, now deciding he wants what Papa has.

“Of course.” Tai settles the boy against his chest and holds the cup for him. “As little or as much as you wish child...this is only tea. No sweet in it.”

Sesshoumaru nods. He does not take the cup, but inclines his face to make Papa hold and offer it to him.

Tai chuckles and gently holds the child's head and tips the cup softly against his lips.

Sesshoumaru takes the tiniest of sips. He looks up at his father. “It tastes good when you hold it, Papa.”

Tai smiles. “Then I shall continue to hold it. Does this tea agree with you, do you suppose?”

“I cannot tell whether it will taste good to my body yet. It takes a while...” He thinks. “I don't tell Mother much anymore. And she told me not to bother you. Are you bothered, Papa?”

“No, I am not bothered child. My son, you are my most important person in all the world.” He kisses Sesshoumaru’s head. “Sometimes Papa may be very busy. And grouchy. And must do other things than attend to his boy...but even then...you do not bother me.” He pauses, then continues. “I like to believe my boy understands that some things must be done when they must be done. And be patient for his Papa.” He will have to speak with his mate. Tensions had been running high in the lands the past few seasons, and he understood her reasons for not "bothering" him with this, but honestly. He would have preferred to find out a different way.

Sesshoumaru nods. “Yes, Papa.” He must confess, though: “I am not very good at being patient, Papa. Mother says so. The servants say so.”

“Well, patience is a thing that comes with practice.

“Like catching a ball?”

“Like catching a ball. Papa does not expect you to be so very patient. But he expects you to understand patience is necessary for Papa.”

“I will drink more tea for Papa. And I will practice for Papa.”

He presses the cup to Sesshoumaru’s mouth gently.

He sips. “But Papa paying attention to me is so much better than patience or work, is it not, Papa?”

Tai’s voice is grave. “Right now, Papa has the time to spend with his boy. Many, many people depend on your Papa, do you understand? They depend on Papa for their very homes and lives. Sometimes they need Papa more than Sesshoumaru who has Mama and Jaken and other servants to attend his needs.”

“Yes, Papa. Papa is the best leader in the world. Everyone says so.”

He smiles and nuzzles the top of the boy’s head. “They are right, of course. But Papa loves no one so much as his boy, and his mate.”

“I will be a best leader someday too? With Papa?”

“You will be the finest leader ever, I am certain Sesshoumaru.”

“If you lead with me, then I will,” he says, puffing out his little chest.

Tai smiles. “When it is your time to lead my child, I will no longer be here.”

“I will like this tea for Papa,” he says firmly. “It is leader tea.” Then he takes in what his father has just said. “What?” he asks, in wide-eyed shock. He speaks in a rush: “You will always be here, Papa. Always. You said you would never leave your Sesshoumaru...that even when you have to go away, you will always come back. Always.” He pants.

“Yes, you are correct my child. Calm yourself, my pup.”

“But you said…you said…you will go away…”

“Yes, and that is true also.”

Sesshoumaru whimpers. “Do not leave us, Papa…ever…”

He nuzzles his child’s hair. “My child...I promise I will not leave you. But...someday when you are ready to lead this land...I will no longer be here with you in body.”

Sesshoumaru sniffles, only half hearing. “You will never leave Sesshomaru?”

“I will always be with my boy. No matter what.”

“I don't understand,” replies Sesshoumaru, beginning to cry.

“And it is as I say...when I leave...I will always come back to you.”

Sesshoumaru makes soft puppy whimpers and big tears begin to fall.

Tai cuddles him. “Do not think of it now. Papa will not have to leave for a very long time to come. And your Mama will be with you always too, you know.” How to explain death to one so used to having his own way in so much of his life? How to explain that even should he die, Tai would NEVER leave his child's side. Never. Death could not keep him from his boy; he knows this as he knows his own self.

Sesshoumaru grabs his Papa tightly and cries into his chest.

“Shush...shhhh...my child...there is no need for tears.” He tips the little chin up. “My Papa had to leave me so I could rule also." Well, by leaving he means that he and his mother had to kill his father after he had...he breathes and puts it out of his mind. It is not for Sesshoumaru to know the details of that bit of family history yet. "It is the way of things. But my boy will not be ready to rule for many many many long years yet. Shhhh....”

Sesshoumaru pouts, teary-eyed. “I don't like the way of things.” He wipes his eyes and sniffs. “What if I…don't be ruler. I just be OneTrueSunandAir and that's all? Then Papa can not go away.” He nods to emphasize the wisdom of his childish plan.

Tai grins and nuzzles. Such a stubborn and clever boy he has. “Shhh...don't think about it anymore, my baby. Okay?” He tilts the boy's chin up and licks away his tears.

Sesshoumaru gets serious. “I'm not a baby, Papa.”

“Right now, you are my baby pup. Accept this.”

He sniffles. “Yes, Papa.”

“More tea?” He gives his baby another sip and distracts him.

Sesshoumaru drinks, bravely. Then he drags a sleeve across wet eyes and nose. “Papa? Are you done working now?”

“For the moment.” He sips his tea, then turns his head. “Enter,” he tells the servant as he brings in the pitcher of goat’s milk. “Thank you. You may leave it on the desk and leave us.” He turns back to Sesshoumaru. “You may have Papa to yourself for awhile.” He is appalled to think of how long his child has been going without proper sustenance. His mate stopped making milk nearly a year ago. Though he cannot say that Sesshoumaru looks particularly starved nor emaciated. And surely it would have affected his schooling if he were not getting enough...wouldn't it?

“Oh Papa!” Sesshoumaru says, excited by the gift of Papa’s time. “What shall we do?”

Tai chuckles. “Well, first...perhaps you will try some of this fresh goat’s milk for Papa.”

Sesshoumaru crinkles his face before even smelling it.

“Now now,” Tai says, “none of that. Did Papa not say you could drink it from his mouth?”

“Let Sesshomaru taste Papa first?” he bargains.

“Where would you like to taste Papa first, then?” Tai concedes.

Sesshoumaru smiles and wriggles with excitement. “Everywhere. Papa is better than food.”

“Well...Papa will be a reward then.” He tilts Sesshoumaru's head. “If the goat’s milk does not agree with my boy’s body...you will not be in trouble, understand?” Something is not right with his child...and he has not paid proper attention to this.

Sesshoumaru nods tentatively. “Yes, Papa.” But Papa’s face looks worried, so he wants to reassure him. “But don't worry. Sesshoumaru is fine. Sesshoumaru is OneTrue.” After a pause and before he drinks, Sesshoumaru asks, “Papa? Do you like those ‘feasts’? I like being at the table like a grown youkai, but do you like the food?”

“Papa enjoys eating and food VERY much.” He adds, gravely, “Food tastes very good to me, and I enjoy eating it.”

Sesshoumaru pouts, eyes down again. “I am sorry, Papa. I don't mean to be bad...”

“You are not bad, my Sesshoumaru. Not at all.”

“You drink the milk, Papa. I will watch how you do it, then I will do it like you do. And then it will go down right. And be good.”

He chuckles and takes a long swig from the jug. It is fresh and warm and smooth and mild tasting. He takes another mouthful and brings his boy close...just little sips from my mouth, child...is what he would say if he did not have milk in his mouth already...

Sesshoumaru nods and brings soft child lips to his father's. He parts them, and sucks and licks and makes a mess of his sip.

Tai chuckles at the milky mess as his boy suckles from his mouth. He swallows part of it, to not overwhelm the child. “How is that?”

Sesshoumaru swallows, making big production of it. “It’s good,” he says, with forced effort. He reaches up and licks Papa's milky lips, preferring them to the drink.

“Mmmhmmm. I think that my boy does not like the taste?”

“Papa tastes better...and the milk tastes good because Papa tastes good. Let me taste more of Papa?”

He kisses him softly, in reward for tasting it so bravely. “I will not have you drink anymore of the milk, but you may taste more of Papa.”

He clambers to press his lips to Papa's, licks, kisses…and his eyes close in pleasure.

Tai strokes his hair and kisses back, tonguing him softly, running his hand down the slim back to cup that backside. He rumbles possessively in his chest.

Sesshoumaru gives a little deep puppy hum. He opens his mouth for Papa to taste.

At that little hum, and the little opening mouth, Tai’s fur rubs between those little legs...such softness even through the silks.

And then, Sesshoumaru’s tummy rumbles audibly from tea and milk.

Tai pauses....pulls back. “Is my boy okay?” He touches his boy’s stomach and frowns.

Sesshoumaru blinks. “Sesshomaru is fine, Papa.”

He strokes his baby’s noisy belly. "Very well. My boy would know.”

Sesshoumaru wriggles, laughs. “It always does that, Papa. Bad belly.”

“I see.” He nuzzles. “Tell Papa if the tea and milk wish to come back out...hmm?”

“Mother says I keep her up at night with it.” He grins, showing milk teeth still pointy sharp in his mouth.

Tai chuckles. “That is very funny.” And it also reminds him he has not slept with his boy and his mate in far too long.

Nodding seriously, Sesshoumaru declares, “I will not vomit on Papa!”

“Well, that is good to know.” He licks an ear tip.”

He wriggles again. “Papa, do all fathers touch like we touch?”

“Touch their sons? No, not all fathers do.”

“Kiss and rub like we do?”

“No, not all of them.” He smiles.

“Sesshomaru heard servants…”

Tai raises an eyebrow. “Tell Papa.”

“They…said you will stop touching me, and then will do other things that will hurt me…”

Tai growls under his breath about loose-lipped servants.

“They do not like me, but I don't care. Papa won't hurt me, I told them. He will hurt You…”

Tai lowers his head. “Sesshoumaru.”

“…and when I am older I will hurt you. And I will.”

“I would know which servants have said this to you.

“Because they lie and you will punish them?”

“Come here.” Tai cuddles him, then gets up, moving them to a divan to recline with his boy. “You will tell Papa which servants have said such things to you.”

Sesshoumaru nods slowly. “They will hate me more if they get punished, Papa. And I don't mind. I am OneTrue. They are not.”

“Do not worry about that, child.”

“They are youkai, but servants, and not grown…”

“Tell Papa,” he repeats.

Sesshoumaru sighs. “The twins that work in the kitchens with their mother, Papa...Emi and Aki. They say they are more special than me because they are twins. But they are not more special than me, are they, Papa?”

“No one is more special than you, my son.”

He nods. “And no one is more special than you, Papa. Even Mother is not so special as you. But we are special to you. We are best and you are bester.”

Tai smiles. “Little one...will you listen to Papa now?”

“Are you angry that Emi and Aki lied, Papa?” He pauses. “I will listen, Papa. You are going to tell me something serious again now, aren't you? Will you kiss me first, Papa?”

“I am very angry with them, yes. Because they truly do not understand what they are talking about. Nor can anyone. Yes my baby...I will kiss you first. Come here.” He pulls his boy close and kisses him softly, then deeper and deeper, his tongue filling that little mouth, tasting the venom he knows is there. It cannot harm him because Sesshoumaru has his blood. Despite his anger at the servants in question, he enjoys his boy's taste fully.

Sesshoumaru whimpers, feels dizzy in just the way Papa always makes him feel. He feels Papa's tongue in his mouth...soft, so big, so full of Papalove.

He pulls back gently and nuzzles his boy. "Now my boy will listen to Papa, yes?"

He is concerned now...scared a little...his tummy rumbles. “Yes, Papa. Of course your Sesshomaru will listen.”

“Shhhh…” He smiles. “You know your Papa loves you very much, yes?”

He nods big.

“Right now, you are small, and learning things that are appropriate for one so small. When you are older, you will begin to learn other things. And Papa must teach you. Not all things Papa must teach you will feel good. But...no matter what...Papa wants you to be able to look inside your heart...” He pauses to touch his little bare chest through the robe. “…and know how much he truly loves you. When you are much, much bigger and older...you and Papa may not get along very well for a while. But Papa will never ever stop loving you. Sesshoumaru is my One True Son, and my One True Heir. Someday my boy will have big responsibilities and lessons to learn. And Papa must teach him the best way he knows.” He kisses above each sweet eye. “My Papa...never touched me gently. I would not do to you what he did to me. I love you far too much.” He pauses again. “Do you understand anything that I say, my boy?”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes grow huge. He hasn't a real clue what his father is talking about but understands that growing means bad things will happen that he will not like. Still, he nods. “Papa loves Sesshomaru and he will love him and teach him,” he says, hopefully.

Tai sighs softly. “Papa would have told you such things when you were ready. And done so in a way that would not scare my baby. And Papa's Father did wrong things. But Papa will not do wrong things to his boy. And so I am very, very angry at the servants who told you such things. They do lie, in their way.”

“I'm not scared, Papa. This Sesshomaru is not scared of anything,” he boasts, unconvincingly. To bolster himself, he adds, “Because he has Papa to protect him and love him. And Mother, too.”

“But someday lessons will hurt my boy. And I am sorry it must be that way.”

“Like when the soldiers train, Papa? Fighting? You will teach me how to fight, won't you?”

Tai smiles. “Yes, those are lessons that will likely hurt. I will teach you, and those who have taught me will teach you. And others even. You are strong, my son. It is Papa's job to make you strong as you can be...and strong inside as well.”

“But Papa won't really be fighting his OneTrue, so this Sesshomaru is not frightened. And Emi and Aki were just scared. Mother says that when others are scared they will say and do wrong things.” He makes a small whimper. “And if Papa punishes them, they will know Sesshomaru told…and they will never play with me.”

“Papa will punish them. Do you wish them to play with you?” He strokes Sesshoumaru’s back gently. “My boy...have you watched Papa ‘establish’ dominance over other inu lords?”

“No, Papa. If you do not think I should play with them, then I do not wish to.” He is ridiculously, obviously sad about this. “Dominance?" he pronounces carefully. "That means Papa is the highest Lord, yes? The most powerful.”

"Silly child. If you wish to play with them...then Papa says you may. What does your Mother say?”

“Mother says I am ‘superior’ and they are not worthy to play with me.”

He kisses his boy. “If my boy wishes to play with these twins...Papa will allow it. Dominance means that Papa is the Lord, and the most powerful and the most dominant. Papa is the Big Dog.”

Sesshoumaru smiles proudly. “Papa is the Biggest Dog and the Best and everyone knows this…and I am the second Best.”

Tai notes solemnly, “But they will be punished.” He nuzzles his worried pup. “Papa will take care of it, do not worry.”

“How will they be punished, Papa?”

He touches his child’s nose. “Trust your Papa. And my boy...is second best to no one.” He smiles possessively at his heir.

Sesshoumaru smiles back. “So…how does Papa ‘establish dominance’? Will you teach your OneTrue?”

Quietly, he asks, “Would you like Papa to show you?”

He smells Papa’s ‘dominant’ scent emerging. His tummy growls. Even more quietly than his father’s voice, he says, “Yes, Papa.”

He licks his baby’s cheek. “All right then. What is the first thing you see lords, ladies, youkai and humans do when the come into Papa's presence?”

Sesshoumaru perks up, like the Perfect A student that he is...or likes to think he is even when he is not. “Bow. And go eyes-down. And most of them kneel, right?”

“Very good. Now...you know there are many kinds of bows, correct? Yes, very good.” He smiles encouragingly.

“Yes, yes. Sometimes they bow to Sesshomaru, too. I like that, Papa.”

“As they should, my boy. Someday you will begin to learn to bow to Papa. When you are older, it is part of learning Papa's dominance. But for now, attend: when someone wishes to show disrespect, or a challenge subtly to Papa...they will bow less than befits their station to mine.”

He cocks his head. “Do you want me to bow to you, Papa?” he asks, awed and surprised.

“Not yet. Attend, child.”

He nods, then repeats back like tutors demand. “When someone wishes to show disrespect or a... a...something to Papa, they will bow less than ...they should, yes?”

Tai smiles. “Or a challenge...a subtle challenge. Yes. Your Papa does not allow this. So, first, I will make eye contact, and then do this.” He bares his teeth, fangs out.

Sesshoumaru makes humungous eyes and ducks. “I don't like that face,” he says in a rush.

Tai pulls his teeth in. “See? You respond to Papa's dominance instinctively.”

Sesshoumaru looks up, excited. “Teach me! I want to look like that!”

Tai chuckles. “In a moment, yes?”

Sesshoumaru wriggles in his seat, finding it hard to stay still.

“Attend, Sesshoumaru.”

“I will do that to Emi and Aki,” he says, then quiets himself and nods. “Yes, Papa.”

“Sometimes that is not enough. And they will stand their ground. Shall we pretend you are challenging me, Sesshoumaru?”

Sesshoumaru wrinkles his brow. “Just pretend, right? Sesshomaru would never challenge Papa.”

“Just pretend, my boy. Papa is not angry, nor will he be angry with his boy today. But this is easier to understand by showing.”

“Sesshomaru is not angry either, Papa,” he says, smiling brightly. “All right, Sesshomaru will pretend to be naughty.”

“Okay then.” He sets his boy on his feet. “Now stand there...and I already bared my teeth at you. Now I will growl. Like so.” He growls dangerously.

Sesshoumaru whines and runs into Papa's arms.

Tai laughs and lifts him up. “Saaaa...did that frighten you?” He cuddles him close.

Sesshoumaru nods into the big, warm chest. “Don't be scary, Papa. Don't,” he says, in a little voice.

“Papa is sorry, hmm? Remember Papa always loves his boy best. No matter what.”

Surprisingly, Sesshoumaru shakes his head no. “Papa must never be sorry. Papa is Best Leader.”

Tai is confused for a moment.

“Sesshomaru will be brave. Promise.” He wriggles to be put back down. He is determined to handle this.

Tai kisses his neck. “Well, there is one more thing. If they do not bow, and make the proper submission, then I will do one more thing, publicly.”

Sesshoumaru nods. “Show me, Papa. I will be brave. You can growl at me. And show fangs. I will be strong for Papa. I will be Leader with Papa someday. Show me.”

“All right. This is called ‘mounting.’ And I can do it by either mock mounting...which means I do not put my dick inside them, or true mounting when I do. I make them get on their hands and knees—sometimes they fight me. But you will not, yes?” He sets his boy down. “Get on your hands and knees for Papa.”

“Oh Papa.” He shivers. “I...I know. I have seen...” He gets down on all fours.

Softly, Tai asks, “Would you like to submit to Papa this way today?”

Sesshoumaru is very quiet and still and, frankly, scared shitless. “Papa…,” he begins, bravely. “I will...submit.”

Tai smiles. “My good boy.”

Sesshoumaru does not feel right and begins panting before he's even touched. He loves his Papa more than anything in the world.

Tai slowly and silently removes his child's clothing.

Sesshoumaru reeks of fear...and a desire to be doing the mounting himself...but then again not.

Tai licks the line of his fundoshi. “Tell Papa...do you put your underclothing on yourself? Or does Mama help you?”

He is somehow afraid to speak...doesn't know what voice will come out. He whines loudly. This is like the best thing in the universe and also the worst.

In a low voice, he commands, “Tell Papa.”

Sesshoumaru tries to find voice. It comes out a whimper. “I do...mostly. Papa...?”

He smiles. “Good boy. Yes?” He slowly unties and unwinds the fundoshi.

“I will be brave for you, always.” He begins to shake and continues to pant.

“I know. Papa will always be proud of his boy.”

He finds it very, very, very hard to hold still. He both wants to run and wants all Papa will do.

He finishes removing the fundoshi. “Will Papa's boy allow Papa to touch his fur?”

His fur bristles, wraps around Sesshomaru's hips. He had never before even considered not letting Papa touch his fur, whenever and however he wished. But now, in this way, smelling as he does? “Y...yes, Papa,” he sputters, shakily.

Tai chuckles. “Shhh...” With the gentlest of fingers, he strokes the defensive fur. “It is a very personal thing...one's fur. Remember Papa has a fur too, so Papa understands.”

Sesshoumaru nods as his fur loosens and wraps around Papa's arm... One might suspect it attempts to keep Papa from doing whatever it is he is going to do, if one were analyzing the scene.

“Shhhh...,” Papa encourages. “Try and relax your fur. It only wishes to protect. I know my boy is scared. But Papa will not hurt you today. Trust Papa.”

Sesshoumaru definitely hears the “today” in that sentence, and feels all through him that Papa will someday hurt him and there will be no avoiding it. He nods. He tries to relax his fur. A few tears fall as he drops his head, holds his position, and waits.

Tai leans down and kisses all over his boy's bottom and back. “Baby...don't cry.”

Sesshoumaru shivers and moans. “Paaaapa…”

“Someday when Papa's lessons do hurt...that will never stop Papa's love.” He licks between those sweet little cheeks.”

“Papa...please...” He is not sure what he's begging for: release? More? He whimpers and presses back into his Papa’s tongue without fully intending to.

“Such a good boy...”

He moans loudly, absolutely adoring Papa's touch.

“My good boy wishes to submit to Papa, hmm?”

“I wish....I wish...I wish to be your good boy, Papa. Always.” He pauses. “Tell me, Papa, why does my body want to....to move away?”

“Because you are Alpha, my puppy.”

“Like my fur: my body does not listen so well.”

“It goes against Sesshoumaru's instinct to submit to anyone...even to Papa.”

“Yes. I am Alpha. And OneTrue. And Sesshoumaru.” He tries to think. “Instinct?”

“Yes. Instinct. It is your instinct to dominate, not to be dominated. But you are young...and not as strong or dominant as Papa yet. So your instinct is also to submit to Papa.”

“It is hard.” He shakes his head, confessing to himself. “I am not as strong as Papa.”

"Not yet my child, but you have the potential to be much more powerful than Papa." The thought makes him proud. Immensely proud.

"I will submit to Papa…and no one else?”

"That is correct. You must submit to no one else. Ever.”

“Only Papa.” He nods vigorously. He likes that. “No one but Papa.” Saying this makes him feel better. “I will tell my body that only Papa will we submit to. And my fur.”

Tai smiles and releases his cock from his robes. He reaches for a small bottle of oil beneath the couch and pours it over his boy's bottom and begins to rub it in.

“Now I will submit,” he tells himself. “Only to Papa.” He whimpers. “Papa…” He holds the pose, feels Papa's hands, warm oil. He is scared but determined.

“Good boy. Only to Papa.” He runs slick fingers down that pretty cleft to fondle the minute balls and tiny prick beneath his son. “Tell Papa, do you like his touch?”

He gives a long, sweet whine that answers the question more honestly than words. He murmurs, “Only Papa...”

Tai replies with a soft, sweet growl. “My baby.” His fingers find small, soft nipples and play with them gently.

Sesshoumaru pants harder, rocks a little into Papa's hands...something between a movement towards him and a self-comforting rock.

“Good boy. Papa loves his boy...and today Papa's boy will submit to Papa for the first time.” Gently, he presses down on Sesshoumaru's shoulders so he is flat to the floor, his pretty little rump in the air. With oiled fingers he traces every small stripe that points to his little child's entrance. Rather than being plump, Sesshoumaru is slender, all slender thighs and belly that shows his ribs, just a little. He does not look unhealthy, but he is not the round puppy he remembers from when he was still in arms...still nursing from his mother Karesounamaru's ample breasts.

Sesshoumaru feels the power in the hand that presses him to the floor. He knows Papa is using so little of his strength, and yet he feels the might behind it. Papa could truly hurt him...if he needed to. He pants harder, trying to just feel the bliss of Papa's touch. The promise of his love and commitment to always cherish his heir.

"That's my perfect terror. You are submitting to Papa perfectly. Do you know what Papa is doing? Papa is stroking his own cock, looking at his boy. You are so beautiful, little one."

At that announcement, he remembers to breathe, to smell. And yes, he can smell that Papa has released his cock. Papa loves him, thinks he is beautiful. And that he is perfect. But if he is perfect, why does this position feel so terrifying? So wrong? It is because he is Alpha, he knows this. He reminds himself of it and tries to keep his fur from wrapping around behind him. Is it trying to touch Papa or cover his genitals? He feels unsure, disconnected, floating. He pants anew.


"Papa will not hurt you," he murmurs and strokes down his back, over and over again in a soothing, petting motion as he strokes his thick cock. "Papa loves his boy." His own fur is quick and gentle and wraps around Sesshoumaru's fur to keep it safe and out of the way. He hopes the boy's fur will submit to his so that he may do this, teach this lesson."

"Yes, Papa," he says, sensing not only the dominant smell but an even stronger one of protectiveness and love. He fights his instincts and wins enough to lay his head down more fully and arch his hips higher. He will please Papa; he will learn.

“Good boy. Now feel Papa's dominance.” He puts his hands in front of Sesshoumaru and covers his body with his own and slides his cock up between those sweet little cheeks.

Sesshoumaru gasps, tries to hold his breath against the panic, but fails. He pants, hard. But he does not speak, does not resist. His mind fights to control the panic in his body. His fur, unexpectedly, wraps around his chest and his face, almost as if it is protecting him. But it does not resist Papa. Nor will any part of Sesshoumaru. And in that moment of recognition, he feels it, truly: Papa’s dominance is all. It is all-encompassing, all-powerful. Just ALL. And Sesshoumaru is both tiny and insignificant and yet entirely possessed. His mind stops and just senses as he pants and sweats.

His fur allows the wrapping and goes with it. His cock slides up and up until it glides on his back. His precum and his dominance drips on his boy's striped back as he rubs, slowly to begin with, though it is with deliberate and measured strokes. He will not penetrate his boy. Not this day.

Sesshoumaru lets out a droning whine that he did not know he could make and does not mean to be making now. The panting has stopped and become this sound, and it fills all of him. His body tells him he is being marked, taken, made into someone or something new for Papa. He craves this feeling and loathes it somehow, too. More Alpha energy in the face of Papa’s far greater dominance.

He rubs it back and forth for a few strokes along his back in a very mild humping motion so his boy can get used to it. He is quiet now, letting his dominance and scent speak for him. It says far more about how he cares and protects than any words ever can. Then he pulls back and grips his cock, dragging it down the boy's little cleft, then back up, rubbing it against that little anus. He lets him feel the tiny pressure against it, the bigness of his cock head...the heat and the slickness. The dominance. The knowledge that he could push this big, thick member into Sesshoumaru. That he will not is of no consequence.

He feels as if he is a scroll on which his Papa is writing his power, with his cock as his brush and in an ink that will never fade. He has always been Papa’s boy, his firstborn and heir, entirely devoted to his father more than he ever could be to anyone or anything else. But this is different. His fur begins to bristle again. He is no longer panting and the whine finally stops. And now he truly wants this to stop. To be free of this…for Papa to finish…to let him up…to feel his own power again. “Paaaaapaaaa,” he pleads, in a voice far softer and weaker than he intends.

"Shhhh...I know." With that, he slips his cock between the boy's legs, rubbing it up against his balls and tiny prick. "Such a good boy. Do you want to feel good now? Do you want to show Papa how you can feel so good by submitting to him?" He wants him to feel more than just the dominance. He wants him to feel the pleasure of submitting; the release of care and responsibility. How Papa will always love him and take care of him, and bring him pleasure, even as Sesshoumaru must submit to him until the day comes that he will defeat Tai for the Western Lands.

He does not know how to answer, does not understand what, exactly he is being asked. "Please, Papa," he whimpers, not knowing what it is he is asking for other than for the scariness of Papa's dominance to stop.

He tips his boy's chin up, turns his face gently and kisses him with love and care. "My good boy." With his other hand he presses his cock into Sesshoumaru's tiny prick and belly and moves his slick cock back and forth. "Papa will stop, if his boy wishes. But he must tell Papa."

He feels Papa’s cock against his. He knows that feeling. It is not scary. Papa loves Sesshoumaru’s cock, and Sesshoumaru loves Papa’s. He wants to ask a question… “Papa?”

"What is it, baby?" He holds still and holds his boy.

"Will...will I still be...Alpha...after?" he whimpers, his eyes filling with tears. He so wants to give Papa what Papa wishes...

He nuzzles Sesshoumaru's perfect, pointed little ear. "Always my son. You are born alpha. My boy will always be Alpha. Forever. That is the way of things. Do not be afraid."

"Why am I so frightened, Papa? I do not like it...but I cannot tell Papa to stop..."

"Because you are not naturally submissive, pup. Were you naturally submissive you would feel warm and safe and comforted by my dominance. But you are Alpha. And your mind and body and spirit want to dominate and make others safe. You do not wish to be dominated, even by Papa."

“I am sorry, Papa,” he says in a very quiet, child’s voice. “I will be Papa’s good boy.” He pushes his rear up higher and rests his face in his fur.

He lifts his boy into his arms and wraps his fur around him, sitting back on the divan. His cock is still out and rock hard, but he had over-estimated his boy's capacity for his first mounting. He does not wish to persue the lesson further. It is time for comfort. He rumbles in his chest and nuzzles the beautiful little face. "You are Papa's good boy."

“Nooo,” Sesshoumaru gasps then begins to sob, hard and suddenly, as his father embraces him. He does not know if it is in relief or from failure or something to do with Papa’s scent retreating… He doesn’t know anything except Papa is calling him a “good boy” when he has not done this right. He cries and cries and cannot stop.

Shit. Fuck. Kare was going to have his fur for this if he didn't fix it. He holds him close against his chest after opening his haori so he can smell Papa and feel him and he pets and croons to him. "Sesshoumaru...Sesshoumaru, you must stop...baby stop crying, please..." It doesn't work. He resorts to the big guns as he holds the boy firmly against his chest and rumbles deep and begins to pat his rump in a firm, soothing rhythm.

“Paapaa,” Sesshoumaru cries, trying to catch his breath. He smells and feels Papa all around him and knows everything is safe and that it is very important he let Papa know he is ok. Papa’s voice sounds…worried. And somehow this brings him to himself, just a little, and he slows his crying. “Don’t, Papa,” he says with a hiccup as his bottom is patted, his eyes still full of tears but the sobbing much slowed. Papa must not sound this way… He wriggles from Papa’s grasp and comes to the floor to sit on his knees and bow his head to his hands at Papa’s feet. He whimpers and sniffles and still hasn’t quite caught his breath. But he knows this is the right thing to do.

It takes all his considerable control to allow his son to do this. After all, isn't this what he has JUST NOW been teaching him? How to submit to his Papa? He calms his scent, and his fur argues with him briefly, but it settles eventually. He will treat his pup with the respect his behavior is demanding. His child is showing him strength and determination, and he'll be damned if he does anything BUT encourage this. "Yes, my son?" His voice is even, dominant, firm and full of love and protection. Alpha.

He speaks from his bowed position. “I will do better next time, my Lord Father.” His voice has tears but control in it, devotion, commitment. “May I rise and will you hold me again now, Papa?” He corrects himself, “I mean…Please, my Lord Father?”

“You may. Come here.” He pats his lap, and waits for his boy to stand before he lifts him again into his arms and against his chest. "Shhh...it's all right baby. You did SO well, I can't even tell you." He puts his finger to Sesshoumaru's lips. "You think you failed, and Papa understands why you think it so...but truly you did not."

He shakes his head softly but does not try to speak. Then, he lays his head against Papa’s chest and listens to his heartbeat. The rhythm is so strong, so confident, so right. The sound it makes is “Papa knows best. Papa knows best. Papa knows best.”