CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

The Reunion

By Talon and Salome

Author's Note: Long before the chapters we have posted thus far in 2009, we discovered/decided together that Lord Sesshoumaru had a best friend and fuckbuddy in his youth, one Prince Kouga of the Mountain Wolf Tribe. We have since then put up some of the more humorous young "adventures" of the twosome on AFFnet under the title "Sesshoumaru and Kouga: The Teen Years," though most of those little vignettes are cracky, while the chapter below, in the form of letters between the two as adults, is more serious (though that doesn't stop the namecalling). We hope you like this addition to the CLAIMING KIN grouping.
Warning: Shouta. Smut. Kinks of many varieties. Don’t read it if you don’t want to.


Most Respected Prince Kouga:
You are perhaps surprised to receive this missive, presuming, I imagine, that it is some formal document related to our respective duties, peoples, or lands. Will you continue reading, I wonder, when I tell you it is not? Not official, at any rate. Barely formal. But respectful, intended with deepest, most sincere respect, I do assure you, Kouga. Assuming you have not already tossed this scroll into the fire, I will continue. You may have heard, or perhaps not, that my Lord Father has given into my care a hanyou bastard, a remarkable creature that, somehow, intrigued me enough in the first days not to wind up murdered—an outcome which my father made clear was my privilege, should I decide up on it—and now shares my quarters. Do you quirk an eyebrow, offer a grin, scoff in disbelief? How do you respond, my youth’s companion? You may well say this does not concern you, and, of course, I cannot say you would be wrong to dismiss the information as irrelevant. Certainly, the child (Kin, by personal name bequeathed by his human concubine mother, for his golden eyes) has no claim on title or privilege. But Kouga, his presence in my life has led me to write to you, to attempt, somehow, to make up for the wrong I have done you—done us—in ending our friendship. Can you credit it? A hanyou bastard pup, child of my father by some worthless whore of a concubine, and his tainted yet innocent presence leads me to write to you after years of silence…disrespectful, unworthy silence. It is true, Kouga. And there I leave it. Should you desire to write me in return, I will be most gratified. In truth, I will wait for your scroll impatiently…though you may not believe that either. In any case, dear friend of former years, I wish you—and yours—well. Now and always. My word on that. (The same word that swore I would never again speak to you, I know, but I do mean what I write.)
Most Sincerely,
Sesshoumaru.

Most Honored Lord Sesshoumaru, Heir to the Western Lands:
I have to say I was surprised to hear from you. When last we spoke, you made it clear that you no longer wished contact with me. And though it hurt me, I see now with the distance of the years how I could have handled the situation better. I am...not unhappy to hear from you, truly...but cautious. I have missed my best friend, my lover...my true and constant companion as we grew together. I would tell you all about my family, if I did not think it would hurt your feelings that you like to pretend you do not have. And yet, you have taken guardianship of one of your father's bastards? This is all most unlike you, my dear friend. Please do not take this the wrong way when I ask for more clarification. What do you wish of me? I wish nothing more nor less than your friendship and trust that I once had. Please, Sesshoumaru. Do not open this door unless you intend to walk through it. Though I know how badly I hurt you, I...do not wish to have my heart broken again either.
I remain yours forever,
Kouga.
P. S. My...my tail misses you.

Kouga,
I confess I cannot keep up the pretense of formal letter writing. I began this in the stiff tone you have rightly teased me for through our young years and are kind not to taunt me for in your letter now. That you wrote back, so earnestly, so honestly, moves me. And it does not pain me to admit that to you, my first and perhaps only true friend. We went through so very much together and I cast you off because you opted to live your life the way you chose and not the way I chose for you. If you retain any trust, know that I never felt you were anything but my equal, and I never wanted to cause you unhappiness. You are right that, indeed, I am not certain I want to hear all about your family just yet. And I need not tell you all about my…pet…ward…the hanyou child that was my father’s bastard and is now, for all intents and purposes, mine. What do I wish of you, Kouga? I wish to see you. To open this door, to walk through it, and to hold you again in my arms. I long for it.
Sesshoumaru.
P.S. My fur can hardly keep still as I write…

Sesshoumaru,
It is good to hear your '"voice" in your last letter. I cannot imagine you as a father, and yet your tone addresses it very casually...for you...that is. I fear it will be some time before we meet again in person. As you know, a few years ago, my father suffered a severe attack. He still lives, and retains the mental sharpness he has always been known for, but a pack leader must be physically able to lead and defend the pack. I am still young for this, my friend, and struggle with the responsibility of leadership and fatherhood daily. I feel that at this time I cannot leave my pack long enough to visit you in the Western Lands...but know that I do not postpone your invitation because I have any hesitance in seeing you again. Sesshoumaru...your scent on the letter nearly made me cry like a girl. I miss you so. Thank you. Thank you for opening this door for us. I know you, and I know how difficult a thing this must have been for you to do. I am truly grateful for whatever reason you chose to contact me again. I am enclosing a treat for your pup. I know you and food, but it is a favorite of our pups. He will enjoy it, I think.
Kouga.
P.S. The thought of your fur has never stopped making me hard.

Kouga,
I think I truly exhaled for the first time in days when I received your reply. I will be even more honest and say that knowing my scent moved you made me as stiff as a pup again. How incessantly erect you were those years, my friend. But I stray from intended topic…as I so often did at the very sight of you in my doorway, coming for a weekend visit, looking so irresistible and so full of affection and desire… You always were…everything to me, Kouga. Though I did not reach maturity as quickly as you, and though it was a female who finally mated you and helped you to achieve your full adult confidence and peace while I think it will be a hanyou child of my father’s that will bring that to me, I do confess my wrongs now and have hope of your forgiveness. I am so sorry to hear about your father. A strong, honorable, powerful man he was, and I hope will be again. And if not, I know your people could not be in better hands. I have considered coming to you—even uninvited—the moment I read your words; but Lord Naraku is overreaching himself again, and my Lord Father has insisted (yes, he still does that—and fucks me too, now and then, since I know you want to know, my horny wolf) that I remain at the Castle to assist in ongoing negotiations. May we keep writing? May I call you friend again?
With Love that has never waned,
Sesshoumaru.
P.S. Kin, of course, loves the treat. Send more.
P.P.S. Still wearing a skirt?

Sesshoumaru,
NOT A SKIRT!! Now with that out of the way, let me address the points in your letter. I say this with all of myself when I tell you that you never stopped being important to me. Ever. Let us keep writing. Call me friend again. Call me mangy, randy wolf. Call me whatever you wish. Of course I forgive you. I cannot say that I do not share my part of the blame in what happened between us. You make an interesting leap there, however...stating that your brother, ward, hanyou will be for you what my mate has been for me? I wonder about that. Pop will be glad to hear of your words. He has always greatly respected your father, as you know, and has commented that you show as much potential as Lord Tai when it comes to shrewd negotiations. You would be welcome here, more than, but I understand. His finger seems to be everywhere, these days and it is disturbing, to say the least. Keep writing to me, and making me hard, envisioning you at that huge desk of yours, writing with that serious look on your face. Tell me a little of your...your Kin. Your Inuyasha, I recall, yes? I am delighted he loves the treat; I shall send them often. I am certain they make your stomach turn, my dear friend.
Writing with adoring fingers,
Kouga.
P.S. Still wearing faggy shoes?

Kouga,
Your father always was a flatterer. I am nowhere near my father’s equal in shrewdness, though I match him in temper and sexual hunger. I just place my cock in fewer holes, and those mostly male. Though it occurs to me to add that you might enjoy knowing I fuck women now on occasion too. More: I fuck Kini, if you can believe it. The child somehow made it seem just the right thing to do while we were sharing her one morning for breakfast. Her ejaculate is one more item on my most limited menu of consumables. (I do adore knowing you are grimacing and laughing at that last, my Kouga.) But let me change subject and speak of something other than my stomach and my cock. Or perhaps not, as we both know the two were always your favorite topic. Oh, and my ass. I am sure I need not tell you that apart from my father, only your cock has ever—or will ever—penetrate there. But I also confess that thinking of it makes me rigid. Only you, Kouga. My only true equal. Ah, forgive me for being overly emotive. It is easier on paper than in person, perhaps. Though sometime soon we shall test that, I hope. Unless being mated has made you monogamous? Please tell me it is not so. I shall be holding my breath until I receive answer. And meanwhile, the answer is yes, of course: my shoe and boot collection is larger than ever. But you asked about Kin. What can I tell you? He is impossibly young, impossibly devoted, furred of ear and whiny of voice (in just the way I like when I’m fucking him). How I came to devote myself to him as more than the handy pet I envisioned, I cannot say. That I did, and that I adore him more than I thought possible for someone of my temperament…well, let us count that as one of kami’s mysteries. I enclose his version of a thank-you missive: his mark below.
Missing you worse now than ever,
Dogbreath.

Sesshoumaru,
You know me well. My mate did ask me what was in the letter for me to make such a face and scent, then laugh loudly enough to wake our daughter, Leiko. I...I would suspect you of playing a joke on me by telling me you fuck Kini if you were not so casual about mentioning it. Though likely I shall have to see it to truly believe it. I somehow doubt you will have issue with that. As for mating making me monogamous, well mostly. And only because I am too tired to seek any others out. I still fuck my cousins on occasion, but my alpha mate and I have our understandings and arrangements. I have already told her many times of the trouble we used to get up to, and that you and I were special to each other. She knew, of course, and truly it saddened her to think that she was the cause of the break in our friendship. I tell you this so that you may hear it Sesshoumaru: my mate is happy that we are once again friends. I look forward to being in the same place with you, as soon as we can. As for your Kin, I can smell his addition to the letter, and indeed his handprint and signature show me how very young he is. Not any older than we, when we first met each other, na? It is hard to believe, my friend, that you take such pleasure in so young a child. Not because of anything wrong, simply because of your incessant pickiness. You can envision my wolfish grin here, if you like. Hanyou, furred ears, young, devoted, whiny...what does he look like? As I recall from our excursions into your father's concubine quarters, his bastard offspring run a wide gamut, though I cannot imagine he would be anything other than beautiful, knowing your tastes. I now have a tent in my not-skirt, Dogbreath, courtesy of you. Well done. I hope you do not object my telling you that once I seal this scroll and send it off, I will take myself and my erection outside and think of you while I spill my seed into the dirt.
Thinking of you as I squeeze my thighs together,
Your randy wolf, Kouga.

Kouga,
If my Kin is not absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful, then I have a proud and perverse parent-brother’s blurred vision and would not relinquish it willingly. Kin is inuhanyou, long thick unruly white-silver hair, huge golden eyes so like my father’s but without a hint of the dominance, sharp little fangs that please me in many ways, and ears that must be seen to be believed. He is my father’s son in appearance but mine in all other ways. He adores me as I have always longed and, frankly, needed to be adored. And yet he keeps me on my toes…being a child. Each time I write to you, he sits at my feet, asking me to read him what I write, never taking no for an answer, chewing foul-smelling treats you send, clinging to my leg, telling me his “bottom is lonely.” Do I sound like an absurd doting and exhausted Papa? Don’t tell me. I know the answer. I am glad your mate does not resent our reunion, albeit in letters, my friend. Truthfully, had she objected, I would have ignored it and her, come for you at my whim, and carried you off for as long as we both needed. And I can tell you already that my need is great and grows—like my cock—with each letter. More seriously (though that was serious), Kouga, damn it, I want to care about your mate and your children as you so generously ask about my Kin. But I fear I never will…not the way you can… There is something perhaps wrong in my make-up, something in my upbringing, in my poisoned blood... I will never again demand you be mine alone. That would be foolish and my heart is truly no longer fully mine to give. But can you accept me as I am, and always was? Possessive, jealous, greedy? I am who I always was in many ways, and I fear that even as far as we have come in these letters, you will ultimately have to reject my friendship because I cannot—never could—be as openhearted and accepting as you are. I long for you, for your acceptance and your love in my life again, but I cannot be other than I am. Forgive me for ending on such a note, but it seems wise to give you opportunity for reply.
Always Your Dog,
Sesshoumaru

My Sesshoumaru,
When have I ever NOT accepted you the way you are? Baka dog. I hope that one day you can be comfortable with my family. Yes. Comfortable. I do not expect what you cannot give, my silly friend. I feel I must tell you that straight out. Your pack is small and intense. And I am and have always been pleased and proud and hard to be a part of it. I do not expect you to act out of your nature, Sesshoumaru. Understand this. I am who I have always been, and you are who you have always been, and together we make trouble. In years past it was for servants and our families. And now? Together, you and I shall make trouble for our enemies, should the need arise. This knowledge will not stop my mentioning my pups, or my mate in our correspondence, and I will expect to hear quite a lot about Kin, as he is and seems to be, from where I sit Sesshoumaru, the center of your life now. And that is something that is amazing to me, because before the center of Sesshoumaru's life was truly Sesshoumaru. Do not deny it. You made room for me, for your father, for your mother...but truly your life revolved around what you wanted. I pass no judgment, my beloved friend...know me well enough that when I say such a thing, I mean it. Your child has opened your world up in a way I find both amusing and humbling. Now...as for that little one. My goodness. You sound amazingly well trained. I have a huge grin on my face as I write these words, Dogbreath. He's got you whipped. I love it. Also you seem focused on his ears. Do tell me more. If he takes after your father in looks, then of course he is beautiful indeed. That he adores you pleases me in so many ways I cannot and could never begin to number them. You sound happier than I have ever heard you, my fag-lipped friend. Since you seem to enjoy them so much, I am sending two chew treats for Kin with this scroll. Please accept my shit-eating smirk with the knowledge that I know just how much you abhor things that resemble food, and that I know how you are allowing them around you in abundance now.
Your tail-wagging wolf,
Kouga

Kouga,
I would admit it to none but you, though my father certainly knows it: yes, I am "whipped." And then some. He is the center of my life. Such a perfect beta, I couldn’t have dreamt up better. Who knew puppycock would be my downfall, my Kouga? I want to urge you, over and over again, to come know him with me. Come be “Uncle Kouga” by day and let me suck your cock then hold you by the tail while I fuck your incomparable wolfass by night… Please come to me, my Kouga. You are so right: my “pack” is small. And yes, my life was devoted to my own preferences and pleasures. But I was never contented. Indeed, my hunger is even greater now than it ever was, I believe. Yet I have direction. Purpose. There remains tension between my father and I, perhaps always will, but then, perhaps not. He loves to provoke me, and I do not know that giving Kin to me was not another form of provocation among his many. But if it was, it backfired or rebounded or did something miraculous. I see so many things differently now, not the least of which is parenting. Kami-sama, Kouga, how do you do it? If I loathe that you took a mate (and thank you for letting me know you can still accept me as I am), I admire you for the wisdom of not raising a child alone. And no, before you attack again, I know I am not doing it entirely alone. I have Kini for comfort; he has his own bathing servant, Yumi; Jaken caters to his whims and keeps him in line… Oh but there is so much to tell a letter can scarcely hold it. The boy has a full youkai side and also a human day and night each month. Life is full, my friend. But not too full to keep from craving your mouth. Not only do I long to kiss you, Kouga-kun, but just to hear your voice…whispering in my ear… the way you did when I broke my ankle—remember? How you said you were sorry and reassured me that everything would be all right? Oh Kouga, how could we have wasted years apart? Come to me soon, please. I’ll even say that in person…you know I will.
In Longing,
Sesshoumaru

Dogbreath,
How wonderful to "hear" those words again..."I would admit it to none but you." Did you ever know how much those words meant to me when we were young? I suspect you did not, because I truly knew that you meant exactly what you said. When you said that, I knew that no one, not even your father would hear those words from your mouth. He might get the same end...but those words were for my ears alone. I treasured them, and I treasure them now. I promise, I will come as soon as I can. My father is slowly mending, but he will never be able to lead again. I take his advice into serious consideration, but to be truly Alpha of my pack, my decisions must in the end be mine. Also, I fear I will not be allowed to make the trip alone. Leiko, my first born...well...let me say only that she is an alpha pup and leave it at that for now. You sound happy and contented Sesshoumaru, even as you hunger, you have peace. You never had that before. And truly I KNOW now that raising pups takes more than one set of hands. How wonderful for him that he has these others to turn to, and for you to turn to. Sesshoumaru, please forgive me for asking this, but what of the child's mother? Does she live? She must be human, otherwise he would not have a human day and night. And a full youkai side...I have never seen nor heard of such a thing. I look forward to being able to come to you Sesshoumaru. I remember...I remember so much. But I remember mostly how you would sleep so calmly with me. How you felt safe with me. I too regret the years we spent apart. And my cock is scolding me now for it. I long for your fuck, my smelly dog...I do. You drive my desire, as you always have.
Your ever sexy wolf,
Kouga

Fleabait,
How dare you not tease me about my excessive servants? You praise our intimacy and yet you resist the urge to taunt me? How you have changed, my friend. Of course, you know I hate to hear that about your proud, brave father. It is so wrong that he cannot regain his strength. I hate knowing it and that there is nothing that can be done. Know you and your tribe will always have the Lords of the Western Land at your side, at your back. Always. I sigh as I write about the human bitch who sired Kin. How he suffered as a very young pup in the concubine quarters. Beaten and mock-mounted by siblings without protection. I blame my father, of course, for his excesses, but I blame his mother too for calling her feeble affection for her boy “love.” He needed and deserved more than he got. But he has it now, my friend. As for his youkai side, it is almost a second personality, though Kin controls it. Will you ridicule me when I tell you I have named it? Ken, because this side of Kin truly is a little “fist.” It is this side of him that kept him alive and well when my father would not intervene and Kin’s mother could not protect him. My brave, beautiful boy. Even when he annoys me enough to fling him from a tower window, I cherish him, Kouga. I do. As I cherished—and long again to have opportunity to cherish you. You will appreciate him, both for who he has helped (perhaps forced) me to become and because he is a precocious, insatiable little fucktoy, just like we were, but in beta form. I sleep with him, as I never thought I would sleep with anyone but you. The thought that I might again sleep with you, and that Kin will insinuate himself between us but still not try to keep his “Oniisama” from having whatever he craves…well, there are no words for it. Until we meet, keep imagining my fur wrapping softly around that sensitive cockhead of yours.
Sesshoumaru


Pillowfucker,
Only YOU would bitch that I resisted teasing and taunting you. If I did not think my witty retorts would reduce you to utter tears and limp fur I would surely release my scathing insults upon your pointy, yellow-eyed head. And thank you. Your alliance, friendship and loyalty have always meant much to me...now they mean that much more. I am appalled. Yes appalled as I read what you have written about the child's experiences. And the worst part is, he is probably not the only bastard of your father's to suffer this way. I do not know how many human concubines your horny Lord Father keeps, but Kin is not his only hanyou, is he? I am filled with curiosity now. Is the youkai part so fully separate from your Kin to be another person? Again, I have never heard of such a thing. It is interesting to think on, as it becomes more clear to me that when I am able to visit I will have to bring Leiko with me. How your pup and mine will interact I do not know. But when it happens it is certain to be interesting. I look forward to having a little hanyou body insinuating himself between us, intent upon you, but also submitting to your needs and desires...how fitting. I wonder just how far you'll let me go in his presence, you leg-humping mutt. Will you take my hand on your ass with your little lover watching I wonder? The thought makes me laugh, and surprisingly makes me hard. I do not have the relationship with my pups as you do yours, as your father did yours, even as my father did now and again with me. I wonder if I ever shall. I fear I do spoil her, but times are rough in the pack at the moment, and perhaps I overcompensate when I return to my family. With this letter is another scroll of more a more official nature. If you will, my friend, respond to that one first. Also, you should know that your fur never ceases to be featured in my wettest dreams and strongest climaxes. Wrap me in it when again we meet, and I am certain my tail will try and wag itself off when next I see you.
My love,
Kouga

My Kouga,
The hour is late and Kin is asleep on my lap, thumb in his mouth, ass still pink from the spanking I gave him for no reason at all except that it pleased me to do so. But of course I sucked him dry after as he whined and wriggled and called out “Oniiiiiiiii.” Did I tell you that? That he calls me “Onii” only? “Kin belongs to Onii” is the insecure but devoted little pup’s catchphrase, and I love hearing it almost as much as his whining plea to be fucked. But again, it is late and there is much in your letter I will reply to in the morning. For now, sweet mangy beskirted wolfbutt, let me say only that these letters have revived me from a slumber I did not know I was in, rejuvenated me in a way even Kin could not reach. Thank you, beloved. For beloved you are and always will be. Even when we were not speaking, I loved you, wolf. And now I feel free to do so again, and without the desperateness that, in the end, could not but hurt us both. Love me always, my Prince.
Your Sesshoumaru

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