CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Sesshoumaru’s Secret Place, Part I

By Salome and Talon

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

He loves the delicious warmth and smells when he begins to awake in the mornings. Sometimes he starts at Onii's feet at night, and sometimes in his arms, but he almost always wakes up in Onii's arms, with moko-sama scrunched up between his legs somewhere. He was not at all sure what would happen if he wet on moko-sama at night like he did sometimes, but he had a vague suspicion that his brother's pretty fur might actually like it. Still, in the dark warmth under the covers and pressed against Onii's naked body, it was...almost the best part of the day.

Papa was pinning him down, tearing at his flesh with fangs that had never seemed so huge and sharp. Sesshoumaru smelled the blood even before he felt it running down his chest, seeping through his hair, pooling on the floor beneath him as he tried to rise, again and again, only to fall back, face first, into his own lifeblood. Papa's growl was fierce in his ears, and nothing he could say or do would stop him. He felt like a child, but his body was grown, and Papa had to destroy him now...because…because… "Please," he whimpered, his voice hoarse and strained as his throat was torn, "I'm still your boy…"

He started awake with a gasp to find Kin's small, pale arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder. The child was wriggling himself close to wake him in that pretending-he's-not-waking-me way he had. Sesshoumaru sighed, took deep breaths, and labored to slow his heart. The nightmare was hideous. He inhaled the smell of Kin. The child was delicious to wake to. He would think about the dream later. For now, he lifted the wriggling creature and lowered him onto his mouth, feeding on the morning erection Kin had recently begun to sprout on a daily basis. His body responded so deliciously well to the kind of training Sesshoumaru loved to teach…by example.

Onii's scent and heart were going so FAST!!! But he forgets about that when Onii lifts him up and sucks his hardness into his mouth and he gasps, legs squirming as he whines, very quickly awake. "Oniiiiiii!!! Ohh...ohhh...please Onii...that makes Kin's belly VERY tingly!!" He almost always forgets that Onii likes to do this in the mornings. Sometimes he does not, but mostly he DOES like to do it, and every morning it is almost a surprise.

He sucks hard, enjoying the giddy child-behavior of Kin—so much freer than he ever remembers being: free to be childish, to say whatever he thinks. Sesshoumaru knows his memory has gaps, even mis-remembrance…for surely he was always overindulged by his mother and every servant and tutor who ever cared for his needs. But Kin’s freedom is different…and so hard-won. The child did not have his privileges and yet… He feels the little prick swell in his mouth. He will make his Kin peak and then swallow his incomparable hanyou nectar and then… Oh, but one thing at a time. He licks and sucks and slurps with uncharacteristic loudness: he is greedy, hungry in a way he never is for food.

He giggles and bounces in Onii's hands, into his mouth and gasps loudly at the suck. Onii could make him come so fast now, he is already dizzy and hot everywhere, flushing from his belly to his ears. "O...Onii...don't let Kin fall...please...ohhhh..." His toes curl tightly into the bottoms of his small feet. He is close...and he has to pee too. The combination of the sensations makes him harder, and his body clenches. Almost...

Unsure whether it is to keep the boy accustomed to being taken anally or because he simply needs to do it, he lets the boy down to drape over his face, reaches a hand around to slips a finger into Kin’s mouth and gets him to slick it with his spit (which he does, instantly and with child-zeal), then reaches around to tease his tiny, perfect hole. He continues to lick and suck, waiting to see whether the child is aroused and trained well enough to press back into his finger, or if he will still only take it when pushed (as he himself did until that one terrible-beautiful day in court…when his father took him, still so young, as all around watched…). The sudden memory makes his sucking of Kin even more urgent, needful.

He rocks into Onii's mouth after sucking the finger so happily, and then feels the familiar touches to his bottom part. It always feels nice, the touching there. The putting in did not always feel nice, but he wants it. He wants what Ken got, and Onii STILL won't mount him. He is distracted for several moments by the skin-tingling, ear-perking sucking, but then as Onii's nail just barely scrapes the sensitive tissue there he remembers the finger, and what he wants. With a loud, drawn out whine he pushes against the finger, even though he cannot move QUITE enough to make it go in without his dick coming out of Onii's mouth.

Sesshoumaru is only too glad to oblige the eager, beautifully obedient pup, and shoves his finger firmly but slowly into the space that is still so tight, even with just the one digit. The whine, as always, is as much music to his ears as the cock is feast to his mouth and that hanyou musk is perfume to his sensitive nose. He fucks and sucks the child at perfect pace to bring him to climax, his own organ quickly bobbing to life with similar haste.

It hurts...it always does...but it is not enough pain to deter him. Actually it is more of a trigger, a push towards the howling, yowling, silk-tearing climax that overcomes him as he jerks and bucks into Oniisama's mouth and against his finger. "AAAHHH...EEAUUHHH!! ONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

He does so fucking cherish that cry of "Oniiii" every time the child climaxes. It makes his cock swell and his breath catch and his whole body hum with desire. He is the center of Kin's world and Kin has become the center of his, too. He was never as central to his father's world, was he? Oh, but damn his Lord Father, anyway. Why can he not get his mind clear of the beautiful pompous alpha patriarch? As the child's sweet, clear fluid slides down his greedy throat and the little cock softens, the perfect solution to his messy mind occurs to him: he and Kin will play hooky together.

He collapses over his brother's head, panting hard and limp from toes to ears, whining softly in his throat. A dazed..."Onii" creeps from his breath, and noodly little arms and fingers clutch at his brother's hair.

Sesshoumaru is smothered in precious, post-climactic child deadweight. He enjoys the absurdity of it for a moment, letting his hands roam Kin's passive little body as he feels the grasp of those tiny mitts in his hair. Then, with a sudden burst of energy at his thought of how they will spend their day, he flips the child over him and onto his belly, and slips his rock-hard cock down the crack of his ass and into this thighs and begins to dry hump the plump flesh of his deliciously passive little brother.

He squeaks, then gasps as Onii's big, hard dick is run up and down his bottom and his legs. He can barely turn his head at the sensation, but he does, because he doesn't want to be muffled. "Onii...Onii is mounting Kin? Please?"

"Onii is claiming Kin's flesh," he grunts, his voice strained by the roughness of rubbing into the dry flesh. Soft though Kin's skin is, it is unlubricated, and it tugs his foreskin back and forth with less mercy than Kagura's teeth. Oh, but it feels good to use the child this way. Mark every part of his body. But mount him? No. Kin is not ready. He learned well from his father’s lessons and hard use that there is a fine line between just enough pain and too much. Right now would be too much. And yet, he thinks, still stroking his cock with childflesh, Kin actually wants it…craves it…as he did not until a bit older. The little hanyou is such a ripe creature. He reaches to part the cheeks and nestle his cock deeper, lengthwise, into the crevice before beginning to hump him more forcefully.

He pushes his bottom up, giggling a little as moko-sama helps him. "Kin..." He gasps as he is moved more and more, and the hardness of Onii's need moves along his bottom part. It makes him shivery, but not hard again. He won't get hard again for awhile unless Onii REALLY wants him too. But he thinks Onii needs...wants more of Kin. "Kin...likes this very much...more...please Onii...Kin belongs to Onii...all of Kin..."

"Hush, child," he urges. He will be more forceful if necessary. The child is eager, but his urging is more than Sesshoumaru wishes to deal with this morning. HE will control what they do and how they will do it, even how and when to allow the child to take the pleasure he wants for himself. He can see the need now to turn this play into a lesson in dominance. A gentle lesson, for there is no need to lose his own enjoyment along the way. "Kin, you will be silent and let Onii use your body to please himself as he wishes, not as you wish. Do you understand?" He does not stop riding the child's body as he speaks.

He lowers his head back to the silks. His ears go down, only slightly because Onii is not scolding him exactly, but he was doing wrong. "Hai, Oniisama. Kin will be silent now." And he is. Except for a breathless whimper he cannot stop when Oniisama's big, hard dick prods his tailbone in a very very pleasurable fashion twice in a row.

"Good boy," he says, and he hears his father's voice saying it. He presses harder into the child's body, heedless of his whimpers now. Is it all right to feel like his father, like an alpha father himself? His father is a strong man, a wonderful leader, and he has raised him to be strong, too. His youth was not all bad, not when he looks at it honestly and with the bond he is developing—whether he wishes it consciously or not—with Kin. He drives on, feeling the climax coming from a distance. When did his love for his father become so tangled, so distant? And where does Kin fit in? Why did his father present Kin to him as he did? And then he is lost—unexpectedly, too suddenly, frighteningly. "Kiiiin," he cries out, shocked to hear himself not only speaking as he shatters but using the child's name! He groans and growls (at himself?) as he releases his thick, ample load between the pup's small, passive thighs.

ONII SAYS HIS NAME WHEN HE COMES!!!! CAME!! And he growls too...but Kin is good and stays very still and very quiet, even though it feels SO good and hot and sticky and liquidy. Onii said he was a good boy, and he wants to stay Onii's good boy by doing what Onii wishes, because Onii should have everything he desires. Yes.

The coming is so good, but the break in control… He winces as he rises from the child and tells him to clean himself—with tongue or towel, as he wishes—and stalks to the basin for water to splash upon his face and his genitals. He wanted to lap up his own release, but he will not. Not now. Power is in control, and he has never broken control when he fucked…and hell, he wasn't even fucking! What would his father think? He splashes his face with cool water, then dries it and goes to the open window. The day looks beautiful, the air clean and fresh. "Let us dress, Kin. Today Onii will fulfill a promise he made to you. Today we will leave the castle grounds, together."

He obeys, finding a towel and cleaning up, but licking the towel to taste Onii after he does. He looks up at Onii when he says that, but his smile is only a little wavery. He is not sure if Onii is not happy with him, but he obeyed, and was good Kin, so he must not be angry at Kin. And...he wants to go with Onii so very much. He slides off the bed and patters over to Onii and attaches himself to Onii's leg. "Yes please, Onii."

Sesshoumaru recalls the times he was scolded for clinging to his father this way. Was he any younger than Kin when it became forbidden? His memory is impossibly tangled, fragmented, and partial. He longs for his father as he scoops Kin into his arms and holds him to his chest, then points out the window. "How far shall we fly together, otouto-san?"

His eyes widen. "After we dress we will FLY?"

His brow wrinkles. Has the child never seen him fly? float? even hover? The beauty of launching into the air is an inuyoukai trait he treasures. And yet…how long has it been since he has escaped the confines of walking on mortal-seeming feet? He fills with pleasure and pride at knowing he will not only show Kin the outside world for the first time, but from the air…and in his arms. "Yes, Kin. Onii walks in the castle; it is…what one does. But outside? Onii can soar. And Onii will take you soaring with him today."

He is suitably awed. "Onii can soar like birds do above the walls of the garden." The puppies garden had very high walls...he has never seen much outside of them. He has seen more since becoming Onii's...but not so very much more. "Kin should dress." He makes a pitiful look. "Must Kin wear shoes? They hurt my feet Onii..."


He frowns inwardly. He hates this. His own child-voice says, “To hell with all shoes forever!”—though he likes slippers because his own feet are sensitive to cold stone floors and rocky terrain and sharp-bladed grasses…. His internalized father-voice says, “Training in proper behavior must be absolute.” But damn it, Kin is not in line for the throne! "To hell with shoes," he says aloud. "Now put on some pants, boy, and go relieve yourself before you piss them as soon as you've got them on. I can see you need to go." He wraps himself in the loose, ornately embroidered white garments he favors, and waits for the child to ready himself.

He wrinkles his face slightly, trying to figure out if he should pee before he dresses or after. But since Onii said NOT to pee in his pants, he trots to the other room, clutching his dick in one hand. His sigh of relief is audible through the rooms and he comes back out rummaging in his small trunk for trousers and a short kimono top, both in light blue. Except he can't find an obi.

Sesshoumaru fights the desire to smack his head into his hand as the child hops off naked to piss. How many servants enjoyed that little sight, he wonders? And how quickly will his father hear that his one true son lets the hanyou bastard run around naked beyond his chambers…or even IN his chambers. He makes a mental note to have the large back closet converted into a chamber-pot room as he watches the pitiful creature attempt to dress himself. Gliding over, he grabs the ill-dressed wretch in his arms, leaps to the window, his fur trailing in the air behind him, and vaults into the air.

"But Onii...I couldn't find an obi...ohhhh!!!!!" He clings tightly to his brother and gasps in delight and a little bit of fearful apprehension. "Oh ONII!!!"

Ah, that’s much better. Kin pours forth the scent of excitement and panic and pride in a lovely little mass that Sesshoumaru inhales intently. He has not flown--truly flown--in some time and he finds great pleasure in impressing his adoring pet. He takes them high into the bright sky and effuses, “Shall we touch the clouds, little one?”

He trembles in Onii's arms, a direct contradiction to the realization that he feels perfectly safe. And yet he does not. Onii is the safest place to be, but...all around them is sky and there is no ground anywhere. He whimpers and clings to Onii, hiding his face from the vast expanse. It is...a little overwhelming to a puppy whose only outside experiences consisted of a walled garden that was shared with his brother and sister pups.

“Come on, pup,” he beckons, speaking into the wind that buffets his hair and his fur and makes him feel wonderfully alive. “Don’t hide: look out at the world, see how small the castle already is…” His heart swells as he thinks, Let Onii show you so much more than you knew existed…

The wind blows his hastily pulled kimono open and he obeys and opens his eyes, and quickly discovers that he must flat his ears because the wind blowing into them HURTS. "Wait, wait...stop Onii...is that what the castle looks like??"

He slows his speed; why not? Why rush the boy’s first opportunity to see what freedom looks like, what it smells like and sounds like… It makes him think about his own freedom and lack thereof… How he had to sneak off every now and then and just get away from the castle, from responsibilities, from being One True Son and Heir, from Papa… And then it comes to him: his place…his secret place… How long it has been since he has thought of it? And how much longer still since he has been there. He alters his course and coasts slowly but surely there, letting his wide-eyed little passenger enjoy every moment as much as he is. “Good pup,” he says, for no particular reason—to Kin, and perhaps to himself as well.

He stares at what is leaving in the distance as the wind whips his hair around, and he looks up at Onii. "Kin never knew what it looked like outside..."

Sesshoumaru grinds his teeth, despite his generally good mood. One more reason to resent his father’s methods of conceiving offspring so haphazardly. But he is remedying at least one of those errors with Kin. Kin is his now. And he is taking Kin to his secret place, dammit. “Outside is very big,” he says, thinking just how enormous it truly must seem to the little garden-raised puppy.

His voice is amazed. "Yes." He cocks his head to one side and remarks, "Outside would have to be very big to hold Papa's true form..."

He shakes his head indulgently. “Papa is very big,” he says, and it is true. But that the child conceives of the world as only needing to be as big as can fit their Lord Father’s true form? Well, he knows even more fully now how much Kin needs him and what he can offer. He swells with pride that might be pridefulness, but no matter. “See that forest ahead?” He points into the distance.

He looks where Onii's finger is pointing and sees the distant green of trees. His eyes are sharp, but not so good long distance like that. Or maybe it is the sunlight, because outside is very bright. He had forgotten. "The green?"

“Yes, Kin, the green.” How much his boy will be taught. At his hands. In his time. By his will. The thrill of the adventure of raising the boy takes on new dimensions. “In that forest is where Onii would go when he needed to escape from the confines of the castle, from being heir, from being Papa’s boy, from being Sesshoumaru.” He knows the child probably cannot relate…perhaps at all. Still, if feels good to say it, and to know he will show this to his pet, his brother, his child.

"Onii's secret place is the forest," he asks, a little confused. He shivers and clings closer to Onii. It's chilly in the wind!!!"

His fur would instinctively have wrapped the shivering child had not Sesshoumaru urged it to do so and grasped the child closer in his arms as well. “Feel how it flows through your hair? How it ripples your clothes?” He loves the wind and how it buffets and moves him, how it shows its strength yet parts as he moves through.

"Yes...without Onii and moko-sama it would have taken Kin's kimono already!!" He keeps his ears down and the wind blows his hair all over them and behind him and it makes his nose even colder than it usually is. It's still scary...but Onii's scent is...it's like...Onii...but he never smelled him like this before, and he watches Onii more interestedly than the birds or the clouds or the ground so far below them.

He feels the thrill of nearness as the forest takes shape before them. “Look down,” he commands, as the mass of green becomes branches and leaves in a canopy below. He flinches for a moment, knowing he has never shown his special place to anyone before…ever. The flinch is less for concern that he is giving up a secret than that it feels so right to do so with Kin.

He obeys, and his inhaled gasp is audible over the wind. It is so close all of a sudden and he whines a little, clinging to Onii. "Onii won't fall," he says. It isn't really a question. "Onii...are those trees...they are big!!!"

“And the biggest tree belongs to Onii,” he says, happily. Then, “Close your eyes now, Kin,” Sesshoumaru commands as he descends into the thick oak forest below them. He can always tell his tree as he approaches it. It does not, in fact, look different from the others that surround it, but there is a well nearby. And, even without that indicator, he could find it blindfolded. His tree “speaks” to him somehow. Perhaps a scent, but certainly not an overt one. But Kashiwa-sama, as he refers to it in his mind, called to him from the first time he approached it. He decided a departed soul must reside within it and have called him to keep it company. There is a huge knothole in its massive trunk, and he thought of this as his tree’s face. He used to press his cheek to it before vaulting into its thick, ample branches. He napped there and rested in the shade. He flew there whenever he grew frustrated with his father’s lack of attentions – or his hyperfocused attention. He went when the subject of mating came up. Or when the burdens of adolescence and the absence of Prince Kouga, his one true friend, grew heavy upon him. And when he could not escape to his Kashiwa-sama’s safe arms, he contemplated how best to enhance his favorite branch. His secret place.

Much thought went into what he would need to make it his safe little home away from home as comfortable and cozy as possible. But, in the end, most of his ornate ideas were abandoned, for the tree’s real value lay in its distance from the castle (far but not too far), its beckoning presence, and its welcoming branches. He ultimately brought only a fur to lie upon and a tiny shelf for holding anything he might like to bring or store here: brush, ink, scroll; rocks of unique shape or color that might be rare or at least special; a leather flask for water; his bamboo flute… Of course, since he often soared there in a huff or a panic, he rarely used his shelf, but he liked knowing it was there.

As he drops gently down to earth before Kashiwa-sama with Kin, he smiles, knowing only the shelf would remain now—if even that. It has been long years since he has visited his old “friend.” He assumes Kin will open his eyes when they lands, but the obedient and literal-minded pup, of course, does not. Sesshoumaru uses the opportunity to press his cheek to the large knothole he remembers so well. Then he stands and declares, “Open your eyes, child. Meet Kashiwa-sama. My tree. And up there is my Secret Place. This is where Oniisama used to go when he was very angry at Papa.”

He gasps a bit with his eyes closed as they descend. It makes his belly fall a bit, and he clings tightly to Onii. And...he shivers all over and his nose...he can smell trees and dirt and Onii and...and...Onii says to open his eyes and he's first taken by the bigness of the air around them, even though there are trees everywhere...air moves all over, like in the sky. He can feel the bigness everywhere, and the absence of walls makes him cling to Onii a bit tighter. And then...he stares with an open mouth at the tree. And stares. And REALLY stares.

“You may touch the tree, Kin.” He experiences just a touch of Kin’s awe through his scent and his gaze. When is the last time he was awed…by anything?

He hesitates, and whispers, "Onii, the tree is watching us..."

“Is it?” he asks, wondering what the child means. “I always thought of it as watching over me,” he adds, almost to himself.

"Yes," Kin says as he reaches out to touch. "Ohhh..." He smiles up into the branches. "Oh you smell so happy...I didn't know trees could smell happy..."

Happy-smelling trees. There is no doubt—if ever there was—that Kin is still very much a child. But here, out here, he cannot get impatient with it. Childish wonder works so well here. It is why he used to retreat here himself. “Why don’t you climb up, Kin? Find Oniisama’s place in the tree. Just up there,” he points. “That big forking branch where you can sit.”

He looks over his shoulder at Onii, to make sure it is okay first. He doesn't have a whole LOT of experience in climbing trees, but he can climb other straight upright things. Trees should be easier, especially since..."Ohhh...Kashiwa-sama WANTS to be climbed!!!" He clambers up the vines that grow around the base of the trunk and begins to scale the huge tree with an ease that one would not necessarily associate with a puppy.

“Wants to?” Sesshoumaru asks. The child acts as if the tree not only gives off the aura he has always felt but perhaps more, even more directly. He tips his head back and watches the boy clamber up. He could not say why he does not follow. Somehow, it does not seem…right. Is he giving his place, his tree, to Kin? Does Kashiwa-sama “want” it that way?

He calls back. "Yes!!! He's happy to see you Onii!! Lookit how his branches are waving!!!"

They are, indeed, waving. The breeze is cool and refreshing. And he feels…content. Not a word he uses or thinks often of. Content. Kin makes him…content. Is that it? “How do you know Kashiwa-sama is male?” he asks, suddenly. He never thought of the tree as any gender. Just Kashiwa-sama.

He reaches a branch to sit on, though it is not the branch he is climbing to yet and looks down. "Onii is LITTLE!! How does Kin know?" He blinks. "He told me." He turns around and stands up carefully on the branch and makes a little jump to grab the branch above him and pull himself up.

“Onii is not little,” Sesshoumaru says with utmost seriousness. Then he gasps, watching Kin leap and bound from branch to branch like a little monkey youkai. So steady… He wonders just how much he has not seen of Kin’s physical prowess by his having been cooped up in the concubine quarters and his own chambers. But the tree’s gender is also on his mind. He told me, the child says, so confidently and calmly. It caused Sesshoumaru no little anxiety to find his tree was possessed, to truly feel it inside him. Now he takes it more easily, having seen so many unusual things in his young adult life—not the least of which is Kin, hanging from a branch by an arm and wiggling his toes as he swings himself up to the next higher branch. But Kin…with his multiple selves and his odd way of seeing the world…does Kashiwa-sama truly talk to him?

"Onii!!! Kin can SMELL YOU HERE!!" He's running his nose all over the fork and beaming and jumping up and down happily. "Oh there is a SHELF!!!" He pets it interestedly and patters to near the end of a branch to look out, and then patters back. "Isn't Onii coming?"

How comfortable the boy is… How much he wants to share this experience with his Onii… Then why does Sesshoumaru hesitate? “No, Kin,” he replies, the words out of his mouth before he can understand why he is saying them. And then, he gainsays those words by launching himself upwards and reaching out his arms to his tree…and to Kin.

He barely has time to open his mouth to protest the words when Onii comes up. RIGHT UP!!! "Onii...Oniioniioniionii!!! Kashiwa-sama missed you!!!" He bounces up and down on his bare, clawed feet, steady on the broad branch as Onii lands so gracefully.

“It—He—is telling you this, Kin?” He sits down on the branch, leaning his back against the trunk, feeling its warm roughness against him as he has so many times before…and too long ago.

"Well...he doesn't...talk like words. Like smells and how he is...and how he feels..." He thinks for a minute. "Do trees use words Kin wonders..."

“I have never known them to do so. Do you like my tree, child?” He will not for the moment admit to himself how important it is to hear the child say “Yes!” in his overenthusiastic way.

He beams. "Oh YES!!! Onii... Thank you, Onii!" He patters over to where Onii sits and wraps his arms around Onii's neck. "This is Onii's secret place...and...and...Kashiwa-sama...is...wonderful.”

“Yes, he is, isn’t he?” He holds the child too him and listens to the leaves rustle.