CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Oniiii...Gotta Peeee...

By Talonsage and Salome

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

"Oniisama? Oniisama?" Oniisama was sleeping. He was asleep. Kin is supposed to be asleep too. But tonight is the new moon, and...he is scared. After an entire day of being human he is usually exhausted but finally more comfortable, and Onii makes him safe. So he sleeps. But not now. He has to pee, but the chamber pot is in another room, and it is far away...and it is so dark. He can't see properly, or hear properly or smell properly, it is like everything has a thick blanket over it. Oniisama knows it is his human time, so he is not afraid of Oniisama...but..."Oniisama..." He whimpers and tries to shake his Eldest Brother. "Please wake up..."

Sesshoumaru is notoriously grouchy when awakened. He has always been so. In youth, his mother always got a servant to do the deed when necessary. His father, by contrast, found perverse pleasure in waking the boy; his powerful grin was a dare as the boy fought his inner “Who dares wake me?” demons. Adulthood did not bring greater patience—for being roused from sleep or much else. But with Kin he was…different, especially during this time of month. Sesshoumaru found he slept more lightly at this time, feeling constantly provoked—there was no better word—by his scent. There was a sharpness to it, almost a challenge in its edge. If his nose, eyes, and hands were on his pet as often as possible all the time, the urge was doubled when he was human.

For one thing, the child’s human side invoked the predator in him, a natural youkai response to the inferiority that reeked from him at this time. Though all dog, he pawed and licked Kin like a tiger playing with its prey. And he was as possessive as such. Servants stayed as far away as they could while displaying their most quiet and respectful manners if summoned. Sesshoumaru was not out of control, but he was…on edge.

His arm is already around the child, but as he awakens, he brings his nose to smell that strange black hair. “What is it, Kin?” he murmurs, sounding fully alert.

Oh good. Oniisama is not grumpy. Though sometimes Oniisama was growly when he first woke up, it never scared him. But he was...twitchy in his human body. Still, he can't help but relax as Oniisama's arm is around him and his nose in his hair, even as both hands clutch his dick and balls tightly. "Kin...Kin is going to burst Oniisama. Kin has to pee, and I can't get to the other room, and I don't wanna wet the bed!!" The last bit is said in an unmistakable whine. Occasionally Oniisama would “punish” him for wetting the bed when he was sleeping. He did not like the punishment, but Oniisama did, and then there would be other things after the spanking.

Sesshoumaru growls softly, an exasperated, predatory sound. Then, as if it will help matters, and with no recognition that he sounds not more like an exasperated parent than an exasperated predator, he says, “Did Oniisama not ask you if you had to go before we got into bed? Two times?” He is already rising as he says this, tossing the child over his shoulder. His fur is hesitant to wrap around the child when he is human, so it thrashes a bit as the child is placed upon it while the length passively trails down Sesshoumaru’s side and onto the floor behind him as he strides across the room.

"Kin did not have to go then Oniisama," he says, pouting a little, and whining as he squirms on his brother's shoulder. "But Kin has to go NOW!!!" His hands have already moved from their place on his crotch to wrap around Onii's neck, and despite his best efforts, a tiny dribble begins to make its way down Oniisama's chest.

If the creature were anyone other than Kin and if it were any other day of the month, he would have found his tiny ass flung into the arms of the nearest servant and beaten soundly upon his return. Sesshoumaru demands self-control of anyone he claims as worthy of his presence. And this child simply would not fall in line. He acts as if nothing has happened and strides quickly to the window, pushes open the casing, and holds the child out. They are far above the ground, naturally, but it is dark and the child likely cannot see anyway. “Relieve yourself, child. Now.”

His legs work a little, and he whimpers, but Oniisama's hands are firm under his arms, and he has the disturbing sensation of having to go very very badly...and yet only the barest dribble comes out. "Onii? I have to go REALLY bad!!! But it won't come out!!" He whimpers loudly. "It HURTS!!"

For the barest second, Sesshoumaru wants to drop the child. But the moment is quickly and easily overcome. He knows shaking the boy will not help, and he does not want any more piss down his chest—sweet-smelling though it is to him. What is with human urine, anyway? It attracts him with the same strength as plum wine repels him. He brings the child in and puts him on his knees in the casing. He holds the child tightly at the waist. “There. Now just aim out the window. I’ve got you.” He hopes this will work. The thin strand of his temper is near breaking.

His face is the study of unhappiness. He knows Oniisama is unhappy with him, even if he does not say so, even if he cannot smell it, even if he does not sound angry or hit him or...or anything. He rubs his eye with a shuddering breath that is not exactly crying, but not not-crying either. He wriggles a little, and is comforted to feel Oniisama's grip, strong and snug. He fumbles a little with his penis, and leans forward just a bit, and suddenly...oh...FINALLY. The floodgates open and there is NO possible way so small a boy can contain THAT much piss.

Sesshoumaru is relieved he has achieved this small success. He summons reserves of patience by breathing in the scent of the small pale stream that dribbles onto window ledge and down castle wall. If some sentry should find himself the recipient of a little shower trickling down on his helmet, the luckier for him. But as the flow continues, Sesshoumaru finds himself growing similarly needful of release. He stifles a snarl, knowing he will now not be able to hold it until morning, as is his custom. Damn the child for being such a bad influence. “Finish already, Kin,” he demands, as if such a command will help.

He wriggles his legs as he pees. It takes a long time, but finally it slows and then dribbles. "I think I am done," he remarks.

Sesshoumaru sighs inwardly with relief, swings the boy around so his legs hang inside the casing, and holds out his own slack member to relieve himself. Then, another option beckons. He turns the child back around again. “Hold Oniisama while he goes, Kin,” he says. He loves those little hands, and he has to go badly enough that he suspects he will not get erect.

Ohhhh!! He obeys at once, his hands gripping the large--even when he is not hard--dick carefully. He holds it up and giggles because it is small enough when it is not fucking hard so his hands can meet around it easily. "Oniisama is so big!! But smaller when he is not needing."

Sesshoumaru replies, without emotion, “Oniisama is always needing, Kin. Now aim it out the window because if it gets on the rug, you’ll be licking it out of the fibers yourself.”

He aims carefully. "Hai Oniisama. Sometimes Kin's just goes everywhere. It is hard to aim something so small. Oniisama's is much better."

That he makes far less than the child—or than he thought he would—is a definite source of annoyance. But one among several. “Now, child, what shall we do with this…trail you have left upon me?” When he goes to grab his fur, it shrinks from his grasp. Hi fur is even more obsessed with cleanliness than is its master.

He is horrified to realize..."Kin...kin PEED on Oniisama??"

He stops himself from remarking upon its smell: clearly the child cannot smell it. But as the pup turns to face him, he smells it there as well. “Apparently, not only on Oniisama, Kin.” He brings his face forward and cannot help but lick…from tiny cock up rounded belly to flat child’s chest. What he tastes is not ample—not even as much as is on his chest…but he cannot lick his own body there, unfortunately.

He shivers, and wriggles. "Does...does Oniisama like the taste? Should Kin clean Oniisama the same way? Kin is so SORRY Oniisama!!"

Why not, Sesshoumaru thinks. He has no patience for dressing to leave his chambers and he does not like to leave Kin alone when he is in this vulnerable state. “Come,” he says to the child before lifting him, making the command pointless. When did he become so disgustingly patient about being less than perfectly clean? At his last visit with his mother, she declared something about children making one both more impatient and less perfectionistic. Motherly advice be damned, he thought at the time: he was not Kin’s parent. Kin was his plaything, his pet for training. No more. Sitting in his favorite chair opposite the bed, he puts the child on his lap and closes his eyes. “Clean me, pet,” he says. “Then let us return to bed.”

He presses his nose to where he can almost smell the dampness. When his nose is on top of it, he can smell his pee. It is a faint ghost of what it should be though, and he is still horrified for soiling Oniisama this directly. He presses his tongue to the bottom of where he can find the...trail...and begins to lick intently.

Few pleasures are as sweet as the child’s tongue—whether Kin’s or Ken’s or this most strange little human side of his brother-pet. He feels the soft tongue lap, lap, lap at him, and soon he is again asleep.

He licks and licks and licks, until he forgets what and why he is licking. He forgets everything except the licking. He startles, several times, licking quickly as though he had been doing something wrong. He licks, even as Onii's breathing changes, and moko moves slightly. His last thought as he curls against Onii's chest with moko's softness beginning to wrap around him is that he hopes he finished cleaning...whatever he was cleaning. And then he is asleep.