CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Authors' Note: Our sincere apologies for taking so long to get this long chapter up! It's been almost ready for so long, and we hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing them (especially the part we lost and had to rewrite!). Happy 2010!

Warnings: Shouta references are a minor element here. As the title suggests, the chapter brings father and son together for a new experience, alpha father and alpha son, working through anger and frustration and tension—and always love. In this case, we warn you that it is a very doggy love. A very graphic and special dominant dog type knotty love.

Bonus art! We commissioned Jojo-kun to create art that we felt would do justice to the love between Tai and Sesshoumaru as adults. It fits this chapter deliciously. See it here: http://oishii-fic.livejournal.com/10653.html .

Tai Knots

His servants are being entirely efficient and submissive today, Tai notes. They fear his mood so that they go out of their way to ensure absolutely that none of them make any mistakes that might anger him. Well good. He IS angry and on edge, and he has let it simmer for a week and more. No one enters his concubine quarters without his express permission and his One True Son and Heir knows this well. And yet no one had seen fit to ask before letting Sesshoumaru's Inuyasha visit his mother. Their schedules were interrupted, the lunch sent was not what he had approved for those in his concubine quarters, and to top it off, Sesshoumaru went himself into the quarters! His mate had advised that he take a few days and calm down. Actually it was less an advisement than a threat, and so he has. And now he awaits the response to the message he has had delivered to his son. Not a scroll, but a verbal message, to report to Tai at once, regardless of what he was doing. He deliberately sent the servant when he knew his child would be fucking his Inuyasha good and hard.

Sesshoumaru watches Kin pant and writhe beneath him, held down neatly by his claws in the middle of the small chest as he prepares his cock to enter. The knock at his door is not only unwelcome but forbidden at this time, eliciting a growl as Sesshoumaru must acknowledge its urgency. Nothing but an emergency—or a summons from his Lord Father—would necessitate intrusion now. He tells the deliciously passive pup to await his return, stuffs his cock back in his hakama, and stalks to the door. "This had better be an unavoidable intrusion," he says, his voice its usual toneless command.

Kin rolls over to his belly, head propped up, chin in his hands as he watches the guard bow respectfully and say that the young Lord is ordered by his most Revered Lord Father to attend to him at once. He breathes in the guard's carefully controlled scared smell. Onii makes very scary smells. He wriggles on his belly, feeling the furs part under his wet little puppycock. "Does this mean Kin does not get Onii's fuck?"

Sesshoumaru receives the summons with grim but proper acceptance. "I will attend my Lord Father presently," he says, and closes the door firmly. A low growl begins in his throat, for he is certain there is no matter that cannot be dealt with when Sesshoumaru is not so…occupied. He reopens the massive door and orders a guard to fetch Kini for the pup. Let him enjoy himself even as his Oniisama most certainly will not. There is no question of the reason for the summons. He has awaited it for several days now, days which he has spent reminding Kin to whom he belongs, and reminding himself of the same. Every trace of his mother's scent and the odor of the concubine quarters are long gone between bathing and fucking. But it has also been a pleasant near-week of indulgence, as his father has given him few tasks in the meanwhile. Of course, the freedom will not come without a price, and a visit by his Lady Mother informing him of his father's state of mind let him know this from mere hours after he retrieved Kin. He wishes he could say he has no anxiety about the meeting, but he will face it, head-on, as he must. Is he a Lord in his own right or is he a child? Let his Lord Father face his son's determination.

Kin sits up on the bed, cross legged, watching Onii with a worried look. He doesn't want Onii to go anywhere and he strokes his harness while he watches and waits. "Kin belongs to Oniisama," he offers, before putting his thumb in his mouth. Onii summoned Kini. That is good, because Kin is never left alone anymore ever. But he was going to get Onii's fuck and now there would be no fuck.

"Yes, you belong to me, now and always, but our Lord Father must be obeyed," Sesshoumaru informs Kin as he changes his garments. Something formal yet seductive: he is not beneath using his father's appreciation of his beauty to calm his prideful ire. His voice holds the trace of a pout, though he doubts anyone but he himself can hear it. "Kini will be here soon to tend to your needs, and your disappointment, little one. Frankly, Onii is disappointed to." He takes a comb to his hair and tosses it over his shoulder. "I will be gone as briefly as possible."

"Yes," he says, trying to keep the pout out of his voice. "Our Lord Father must be obeyed." He climbs down from the bed so he can go over to Onii who has put on very pretty clothes, and puts his arms around his legs. "Kini will take care of me while Onii is with his Lord Father." Stating the obvious, yes, but Kin often speaks that way to assure himself that he understands what Onii tells him. "Onii is disappointed too," he whispers, his ears down, his arms holding Onii's legs, and mokosama wraps around his bottom.

"Onii will return and fuck you twice as hard," he says, reassuring and contenting himself in the promise. He bends strokes Kin's ear, then extricates himself, and his wayward fur, as Kini bows and enters. He forces himself not to wish he could stay and suckle Kini along with Kin. "Anything he wishes," he says with a small wave of his hand as he strides from the chambers.

"Yes, my Lord," Kini says softly, bowing deeply. As Sesshoumaru exits, she makes her way to the pup. She has not seen him as much as she has become accustomed since his return from visiting his mother. Sesshoumaru has been possessive, as is his right and his wont. "Hello, Kini's favorite pup," she says with a broad smile, arms outstretched. "What shall we do to pass the time?"

Tai taps his fingers impatiently on his desk as his scribe and workers scramble around him. He nods and makes an adjustment when a scroll requires his attention, then goes back to waiting impatiently. How long is Sesshoumaru going to take before answering his summons?? If that boy ignores him...

Sesshoumaru pushes past servants as they scramble around his obviously irate sire. He could smell him halfway to his chambers, where Jaken met him and brushed off his clothing as if there was even a speck of dirt on it! "Stop hovering," he tells the little green masochist with a flick at his head and saunters into his Lord Father's presence with a small bow. "You summoned me, my Lord?" he says, tone entirely respectful and scent as calm as he can make it.

Tai looks up sharply. It's about time. "How long does it take you to respond to a summons from your Lord Father," he asks in a tone of voice that makes all the servants in the room freeze for roughly three heartbeats, and then scramble to do jobs as far away from the Lord and his heir as possible.

Sesshoumaru blinks, once. What answer is there to such a question, a question that is not what his father truly wishes to say anyway? "I am here now, Sire," he says firmly, quietly. He will not explain himself unless his father makes it necessary.

Tai growls, but quietly, and seals the scroll the scribe puts in front of him after checking it over briefly and making sure his signature is there. It is, and he pushes the heavy seal into the soft wax, finishing with a delicate silk tie made from demon spider silk. "Send this out with Ichigo," he instructs, naming one of his best runners, before he looks at his son again. Abruptly, he rises and stalks over to the fire to sit in one of the chairs before it. Calm, he tells himself. I don't WANT to be calm, his self answers.

Sesshoumaru turns but does not follow. This is his father's game; clearly, let him make the rules plain. Or, as is his custom, play without them. His heart races, but otherwise he is stillness personified.

Tai looks over the work his other servants bring before him, nodding, approving, sending some back to their own offices to work on the adjustments and sends off various messages and scrolls. Only when the room is empty of his servants does he speak again. "You allowed your Inuyasha to visit his mother," he says in a dangerously quiet voice. "You sent him with Jaken, with instructions that he delivered to MY concubines. You had lunch altered in both quantity and ingredients. Then you returned to take him back at sundown. Did it occur to you, my One True Son and Heir, to ask your father's permission before interfering with that which belongs solely to the Lord of this Castle and these lands?"

"I take your concerns with your control entirely seriously, my Lord Father, Most Revered and Powerful Leader of the Western Lands. I took the decision upon myself as it concerned my Kin and did no harm to your precious concubines." This is the truth. And he is Lord, also; alpha and Kin's guardian. But he cannot stop himself from responding to that condescending tone, the ridiculous childishness of the discussion of a meal! "Surely, you are not truly complaining of the content of lunch, Sire?"

"Yes, I am complaining Sesshoumaru. Just as you did not ask permission to let the child visit his mother, you did not ask permission to change their midday meal. Permission, Sesshoumaru. It is true; you may do as you wish with the child I have given you. But that does not include trespassing on my territory without so much as the barest respect you need to show me as not only your father, but your Lord. And I ask again, Sesshoumaru. Did you stop to think that perhaps before letting the Inuyasha back into the concubine quarters, for whatever reason that you should ask permission from the one to whom the bitches belong?"

"Sire, with respect, is it possible for you to ask a question in a fashion that one can truly, openly answer? No, I did not ask permission. If you wish me to apologize, I will do so. If you wish to beat me, simply do it and have done. I am your son but no child, and I made the decision I thought best, with my own needs and the well-being of the pup you gave into my care in mind. Higher in mind, yes, than your bitches and their luncheon requirements." It is so difficult to remain civil. The air feels close and dank with the heaviness of his father's dominance. "What damage has it done? What harm has it caused—other than to your pride?" He winces inside. No. He should not have said the last. It is a product of their clashing alpha energies. His pulse races. He has been determined that there will be no such clashes anymore. With graceful haste, he comes before his father and kneels at his feet, eyes down. Why does he let himself be so easily provoked? Damn it, Papa.

The more Sesshoumaru speaks, the angrier Tai gets. When he makes the remark about the cost to his pride, he has to push down the growl. Successful in that endeavor, his teeth still bare themselves. But some of the dominant anger bleeds away when Sesshoumaru crosses the room to kneel at his feet in a submissive gesture. He sits back in his chair, thinking as his fur floofs and thrashes. When he speaks, his voice is slightly strained. "They belong to me, Sesshoumaru. Would you like it if I, without consulting you decided that your Inuya...," he pauses, then continues, "decided that your Kin would be better served, even if only for a day, at my side, with me dictating what he can and cannot do?"

Sesshoumaru swallows a snarl. The comparison is unfair. Deeply unfair. He remains subservient in posture even as his voice is low and gravely. "I am quite aware, my Lord, that you could do so any time you wished, entirely without consulting me, as is your right. And I took no control over your bitches nor ever intended to. Now that I am aware of how greatly it…displeases you, I give you my word I will…consult you with any future plans for Kin to visit his mother." He feels dizzy, out of breath. He cannot make himself feel his father is right in this, justified. His comparison is unfair. His pridefulness is excessive. But he has the right, now as always, to be consulted about all matters that concern what is his. And, in the end, everything is his.

He watches his boy. And listens. And hears Kare's voice in his head, telling him he's being a dominant dumbass. She was right, he thinks, to keep him separated from Sesshoumaru for as long as she did. Sesshoumaru is so clearly struggling to both assert his alpha rights, but diffuse the situation. And he, himself is doing what, exactly? Being a petulant child, the memory of Kare's voice in his head informs him. Again. He remains still, and does not speak yet. Instead he watches Sesshoumaru and remembers the tiny puppy who was born with his eyes open, who tripped over his big paws as a puppy in dog form, whose little mouth sucked so enthusiastically on Papa's cock. And he thinks of the growth from that pup, to a sullen, selfish teenaged dog, isolated from the one who had been his only true friend through his childhood and into adulthood. And he remembers holding Sesshoumaru back, keeping him from ripping the healer and his apprentice to shreds as they worked to heal Kin from the injuries sustained from that worthless piece of beef, Tetsuo.

Sesshoumaru lifts his head, decides to rise. His father's scent has lightened a bit, or is it his imagination? But no words, no gestures to show he values his son's attempt to ease the tension, to show he sees the maturity Sesshoumaru is certain he displays, the gift he offers in not challenging his father's arrogance. "Very well," he says, standing and looking down at the massive, tense creature in the chair. "Neither rational discussion nor submission—as best I can offer it—appease you. Shall I return to my chambers and await the moment you decide to take Kin from me?" He speaks the question without meaning it, without feeling it. He could not, would not endure it. He grinds his teeth, hands balling into fists at his side, and waits.

It takes Tai a moment to come out of his reverie, to process what Sesshoumaru said, compare it with his scent and his posture and to blink. When he does act it is with lightning speed as his fur darts out, wraps itself around Sesshoumaru's wrist and pulls him into his Lord Father's lap. "Your mother was right," he says.

Though as soft as his own fur, how is it that his father's fur is so damn strong? He is yanked off his feet as if he were a pup again, Tai's scent surrounding him. What does he mean about his mother? What is it he wants? "Papa," Sesshoumaru says, swallowing hard.

Tai's arms wrap around him. "Pup," he says quietly. "I try to be a good Lord and a good father. I know my excesses pain you all too well. And I think it is that knowledge that pushed me to the point where your mother actually threatened me if I so much as approached you until I had settled down. I see much more clearly now just how right she was. And I remember that she usually is right." He traces the moon on Sesshoumaru's forehead as he speaks.

Sesshoumaru feels the energy shift, strongly now. His own aura calms. "Would you truly do me harm over this, father? The one time I meant no disrespect for your 'excesses'?" He settles into the ample lap, the gentle touch. "I was selfish, but not malicious, my Lord." And he drew no distinction.

"I don't know," he says. "I hope not. I am excessive in all things, but also in my love for you, my terror." He is quiet for a few moments before saying, "It is a thing my father would have done. And your mother, may our gods bless her, let me find that out on my own." He pulls Sesshoumaru to him, tightly, his fur moving from his wrist to wrap around and around his beautiful, slender, powerful, alpha son. No, he would not have killed him. He knows that much. But to even remember the rage he felt before...it is frightening and humbling. And in its way, reassuring. Because his mate saw what was inside him, as she does, and took the steps to protect her son, and Tai himself.

"I will neither challenge you nor allow you to harm me," Sesshoumaru says quietly, firmly, with both love and determination. Perhaps, like his Lady Mother, it is his job, too, to protect Lord Tai from a heritage of violence? "I belong to my Lord Father." He nudges beneath his father's strong chin.

He rumbles in his chest as he holds his son close to him, breathing in his scent, the sweet deadliness of his venom, the warmth of his body. "Do you know how very much I love you, Sesshoumaru?"

"I have an inkling, my Lord." He tips his face back and offers his mouth.

"An inkling, hmm?" He bends his head and takes his boy's mouth, tasting the tang that is his poison. It is at odds with the deceptively sweet smell. And also the not-so-faint taste of puppy. He pulls back and wuffs. "You have puppy breath," he says with a grin.

Sesshoumaru barks a little laugh. "I presume you speak of the child. I learn daily how irresistible it is to claim and reclaim that which belongs to one. Is it so with you, Papa?" He turns his eyes down and arches into his father's grip, showing his lithe, limber form to best advantage. He has been taken by his sire numerous times, according to right, tradition, and dominant desire. Perhaps they might share something new, something more mutually initiated.

He smiles and draws a gentle claw down his boy's throat to his chest, parting neither fabric nor flesh. "Well, you will always be my puppy, but yes." He wuffs again through his rumble, breathing in Sesshoumaru's scent. Very interesting, and it stirs him, though he was already stirred, truth be told. Realizing how close he had come to being his father and remembering all over again just how much he loves his son...he drags his teeth gently over an ear. "My perfect terror..."

"Perfect because I am my father's son," he murmurs, grinding his hips over his father's more-than-obvious erection. "Terror because I am my mother's son." He reaches a clawed hand to press into his father's thigh. Each time his father's anger abates, his own as well, it brings such pleasure…such need.

Tai runs his hand down Sesshoumaru's hair, then grips it at the base, yanking his head back to lick and suck at that pale throat. "Perfect because you are just that, my child. Perfection achieved. As for being a terror...well...you were born a terror." He scrapes that throat with his teeth feeling the hotness of Sesshoumaru's cock against his own and his rumble rises in pleasure. "And so perfectly hard for Papa, too." He notes for the first time how beautifully his boy was attired; as he was no doubt meant to notice. And the smell of the Inuyasha...Kin...all over his One True Son and Heir makes his own cock harden all the more.

Sesshoumaru whines softly, a sound from childhood, a sound from before the difficult years, when he forced himself into silence at his father's touch—a touch both longed for and loathed then. Sesshoumaru knew himself grown and Tai knew him still a child. But time passes and live changes…so very much. Now, there is no force, just recognition. And the feel of Papa's fangs on his throat both soothes and rouses. He grinds harder and clutches at the broad chest before him. "For Papa," he echoes.

"That's my boy," Tai murmurs as he licks up Sesshoumaru's neck back to his mouth to taste and devour again, his hand still fisted tightly into his pup's hair. Grown pup, but his pup all the same; then, now, and forever. His fur snakes around Sesshoumaru's waist and traps the matching fur of his son's, stroking and caressing as only one fur can do to another.

Sesshoumaru's fur takes its own liberties, wrapping Papa's pelt even as it is claimed, no battle over dominance, just a free play in that way it has, as if it has a mind of its own. Sesshoumaru reaches a hand between them to release first his father's cock and then his own. Papa's erection is still larger than his, will always be so. But he is no pup anymore, and he proudly strokes the wet, doglike youkai appendages together firmly while his father takes his breath away in a kiss that he hopes will never end.

Tai allows himself to groan into the kiss and to pull away Sesshoumaru's haori to get at that sweet, pale, and vividly marked skin. His mouth keeps Sesshoumaru's as the kiss shows no signs of ending and his hand moves from being clenched in his boy's hair to holding his neck firmly, but without claws...yet. Gradually he eases up on the kiss until his mouth all but teases and Sesshoumaru's mouth begs without words at the fluttery touches. "Such a big hand now, my Sesshoumaru," he murmurs as his tongue and teeth nip and lick. "I remember when your whole hand couldn't close around Papa's big, hard dick."

Sesshoumaru grins hard into his sire's mouth, catching well his reference to his hand size but not the size of his prick. He licks back hungrily, though, and pants a little at the sweet feel of slick hard cock against cock in his fist. "I took that big, hard dick when my hand could take you more easily than where you most enjoyed shoving it, my Lord Father." He is dizzy with the scent of Papa's dominance and his desire. Irresistible power, and he has no wish to fight it.

"So you did," he wuffs, amused and aroused. He licks along Sesshoumaru's jaw and then scrapes his throat again. He strokes his hands down Sesshoumaru's back, gripping his ass with both hands with a mind to lift him out of his loosened hakama right there and shove his cock into him, when the remembrance of those times gives him a better idea and instead, as though Sesshoumaru were truly no bigger than a puppy, he rises, holding his tall, strong son against him as he strides back over to his desk and turns him over onto his belly atop it. "That makes a pretty picture," he observes. Not yet unclothed but only slightly disheveled, and he rumbles a half a pitch lower in his chest at the sight.

Sesshoumaru's breath is taken away as he is so easily maneuvered, exactly how and where Papa wants him. That heat, that strength: it still compels him to dizzy obedience. "Does my body in your arms still please you as when I was a boy?" he asks, voice soft and low, coy yet hungry for his Lord's fuck.

"You are ever my boy, Sesshoumaru," Tai says as he pushes haori up and pulls hakama down to expose Sesshoumaru's exquisite ass. "As your body, whether in my arms or surrounding my cock will ever please me." He strokes down Sesshoumaru's bare leg with his own clothed one, and his fur bares those delicate feet and then tickles the bottoms of them.

Sesshoumaru pants with delight. His father treats him as a child in body, but he feels not a hint of disrespect or judgment. Gone are the days of fighting for attention and esteem, never to be replaced by the innocence of youth but by the experience of maturity. Both time and Kin have worked in tandem to enhance Sesshoumaru's confidence and independence. But he will never be so independent as to reject his father's touch. He craves it as much now as always. "Take my body, then, Papa," he moans.

"Perhaps I shall," he says, as if musing it over, though he adjusts his own clothing to bare his chest along with his own cock, but does not go so far as to remove anything. He lets his cock rest against his boy's ass while he reaches into a drawer to retrieve a stoppered bottle, that when opened releases the subtle scent of sandalwood. Very nice.

Sesshoumaru turns his head to watch his father work. Though his hands are big, they are never clumsy. Strong, purposeful, even graceful. His mother has always said he does not get his poise only from her, and he allows himself in this moment to see that truth, and to enjoy it. And then he realizes more: his father wishes to make this comfortable for him, to fuck him with lubricant as he has not in some time. Childhood was a time for care; adolescence was not. More precisely, his later youth was a time for discipline, and for Papa, discipline meant pain. The small gesture of the little bottle his father now holds delicately is rich in significance that Sesshoumaru does not miss.

Tai drizzles his fingers with the oil, rubbing his fingertips together to let the scent out even more. He does so love the smell of sandalwood. He tips the bottle and lets it trickle over Sesshoumaru's ass and down into his cleft, which he widens by nudging his child's legs apart with a foot. He watches it trail down until it reaches Sesshoumaru's balls, moving in ever-decreasing abundance until he tires of it and presses two fingers into his boy; slowly but not entirely gently.

Sesshoumaru's breath catches. Hypnotized by the trail of the warm, sweet-scented oil on his tender flesh, he did not expect to be entered so suddenly. "Papa," he grunts, breathing hard and fighting his instincts. Alphas are not mounted. Do not surrender. But this is not surrender. This is Papa. He slows his breathing and allows himself to feel, to enjoy Papa's gift…to them both.

Once he's in, his fingers move, slowly, rubbing and searching rather than thrusting as he leans over Sesshoumaru to pull material away from that sweet shoulder and nip it. "That's my good boy," he breathes into a perfect ear as his fingers continue to move.

Arching his back, he pushes into Papa's fingers wantonly and moans softly. He knows just where to rub and the sandalwood scent blends and dances with Papa's aroma. Sesshoumaru's arousal rises higher and higher.

He presses his fingers in deeper, harder, then pulls them out and strokes his cock with an oiled hand. "Who wants Papa's fuck, hmm?" he asks as he presses one hand underneath Sesshoumaru to his bare chest, the other hand moves to pull off his haori entirely as he shoves his cock inside his boy and holds him there, balls deep as he breathes hotly against that sweet, bare neck.

Sesshoumaru pants at the removal even more than the presence. He wants it. As he always has and always will. And then, in a heartbeat, it's his. Papa is his. Inside him. All around him. He howls from the pain and the pleasure of it, inextricable.

He wraps both arms around Sesshoumaru even as he presses his body and head down lower and his filled-ass up higher. Oh yes. Nothing ever compared to his One True Son and Heir. Nothing and nobody. "My precious son," he murmurs as he begins to make shallow thrusts, delighting as his balls smack against Sesshoumaru's. Delighting in Sesshoumaru's scent, his possession, his submission, his pleasure.

Sesshoumaru's cock grinds into the polished grain of Papa's desk. He knows that feeling so well, and the feeling of coming against it as Papa held him down and fucked him without mercy, without end. Only one element is missing: those fangs in his neck. "Claim me, my Lord Father," he pants, longing for that perfect completion, smelling his own scent spike with his need.

"Mmmm...in good time, puppy," he murmurs as he begins to fuck harder, faster, feeling his fur seek out Sesshoumaru's fur as he moves his hands to smooth down the sides of his heir.

Sesshoumaru presses back to take that huge cock as deep inside him as he can. His mind flickers to Kin, to filling his pup as Papa always filled him. He knows the power of it as well as the love, however he may hesitate to name the latter. It is what Inuyoukai do, what alphas demand. He is not Kin, not hanyou, no longer a pup, and he will neither beg nor submit—not as Kin does. But he gladly takes his father's cock, thick and hard, thrusting inside him.

Tai slides his hands back up his son's body to grip the hard nipples he knows are there and grunts slightly as Sesshoumaru presses back into him. He could come already...so much anger bottled up for as long as Kare made him wait and now his boy beneath him, tight ass swallowing his cock whole? He noses aside the long fall of hair covering his heir's slender neck as his muzzle lengthens and fangs sharpen, ever so slightly. "Mine," he rumbles as he grips Sesshoumaru tightly with his teeth by the back of the neck and feels his cock swell and dribble, adding copious fluid to the already appreciable accounting of oil.

Sesshoumaru falls exquisitely slack in his Papa's jaws, at last. He whimpers semi-incoherently, a plea for more, always more. "Tell your boy you love him, Papa...like no one else...tell me..." The relentless fucking feels so perfect now. He knows he would suffer any pain for this affection, this intensity, but his father's wetness lets him know he will climax soon, and he wants that, wants his father's release into him badly.

Tai pulls his teeth from the boy's neck and lets them bead with blood before kissing him again and staring down at him as he fucks him. "I love you, Sesshoumaru. As I love no one else, now or ever. Will you come for your Papa? Show him you appreciate how he takes pleasure in you? Give Papa your love in the way you now may?"

Will he...? He is astonished at how close he is. His cock grinds between his stomach and the desk, and he can feel his sweaty skin and the grain of the wood against him. "Yes," he grunts, stroked by Papa's fuck pushing him to climax against the desk. "Now, Papa…I need to come…now."

"Now, my precious Sesshoumaru," he murmurs into his son's softly pointed ear.

Just the words, that's all it takes. And those lips tickling his eartip. And that cock, deep within him. Papa. Papa all around him everywhere... and he lets loose and flies to Papa... He is coming onto himself and he feels hot and cold at once and is awash in Papa's smell. "Paaaaapaaa," he cries, a child and grown—both lost and found.

"Such a good boy!" He shifts his grip so he is cradling his son as he continues to fuck him. “Papa is so pleased with his boy's come,” he murmurs in Sesshoumaru's ear. “It makes Papa even hotter. Now let's turn you over so Papa can see his boy's face." With unmatched skill and swiftness, he maneuvers Sesshoumaru onto his back to face him. He bends to lap up his boy's seed, even as his cock still stays swollen and hard within him.

Sesshoumaru gasps and pants as he is moved, wraps his legs around Papa's waist, and rests his head on his heaving chest as he is held and fucked some more. His own cock, so much more obedient now than when he was a child, is still hard. And his father's arms, now tight around him, move him deeply. But now he is more fully focused on Papa's arousal. And feeling Papa's release. He wants it. Whenever Papa wishes to give it. His ass is hot and deliciously raw. He can and will take it as long as Papa will give it. "Fuck me, Papa, as only you can..." He grips tight and hopes his words inspire the fierce-possessive hunger that will tear him apart and let him feel what he wants and gets from no other.

He snarls, loudly, though not in anger. Possession. Dominance. His. Yes. "Mine. Sesshoumaru's ass belongs to Tai. ONLY TAI." His jyaki surges and his cock swells, growing slightly as his jaws lengthen more, just a touch more, slightly...subtly. Sharp teeth, muzzled only by father-love and true dominance tear at his boy's shoulder.

Sesshoumaru winces as he feels the new, sharp bite of his father, and revels in it. No one but he receives—or merits—the godlike attention of his magnificent Papa. "Take my ass, Papa...given entirely, freely, fully to you."

Tai snarls again...softer this time, in his pup's ear. That which is taken by force has its own delight, but the sweetness of something freely and fully given is incomparable. As is his son. He jerks slightly, laps at the blood and smirks at his boy. "Prepare yourself," he says softly but does not elaborate as his knot begins to swell.

Sesshoumaru feels it, from full and raw to more-than-full... His Papa. Claiming his body. As is his right. As is so fucking right that Sesshoumaru's cock is rigid and aching. "Please," he whispers, not fully knowing what it is he is pleading for.

He makes small jerks...just small little thrusts until his knot is fully swollen and locked into place, and he breathes out a long, slow breath. He has not knotted since...since he was last with his mate. And never with his son. "For my boy. Do you feel that? Inside you? Does my boy know what this is?"

Sesshoumaru can barely speak. He did not know his body could stretch so...in this way. "I feel you, my Lord Father," he says, experiencing a kind of submission he has never felt before. The way his father grows...the way he smells... This is new, so new, and he feels truly a child in attempting to grasp and understand it. "You...your dog form... I do not... Tell me, please, my Lord..."

"I am knotting...have knotted inside you. It can be accomplished without a full transformation. Only your most revered mother has had this privilege before you, my child." He nuzzles him. "I will teach you...so one day you may give this…to your child."

Sesshoumaru freezes...tries to feel the knot. Impossibly big yet sized for his father's current form. It is confusing... This is something he has given his mother. And now him. He feels honored, moved. This hold on his body. He whines and presses into Papa's embrace. The movement makes plain how fully tied he is to his father's body now. He does not know what comes next. The mention of Kin passes almost beyond his conscious attention. His fur thrashes at his side and then reaches out to Tai's.

He smiles and strokes his boy's face. He understands the confusion. "I know. Just relax now...feel. Feel Papa's love. Sesshoumaru is my one, true son. Borne of my seed and his mother's womb." His fur reaches out to stroke gently at the end of his son's thrashing fur. "Papa's gift to his only, true-blooded son...Papa's dominance, and acceptance...and his love. Relax. Give yourself over to this, my child."

He nods softly. His body begins to adjust to Papa's thick, possessive scent as it surrounds him. Panting helps him...not to relax, but to feel safe, secure. And he is more deeply aroused and awed than he can express.

Tai laps at his son's face and neck as he croons deep in his throat. "Good boy. Papa knew you could accept this gift. Tell Papa...what you feel."

"I feel...bewildered, my Lord. I do not understand why it does not hurt more than it does...why I do not want you to withdraw. I am alpha and yet I never want to be separated. I can't feel my dominance now and yet I do not feel the lesser for it. Did you know it would be this way, Papa?"

"I hoped...I did not know." He kisses him softly. "You have exceeded my expectations, once again Sesshoumaru. Once again, you prove why you and only you can be my One, True Heir."

Sesshoumaru feels suspended...physically and emotionally. If Papa never withdraws, they will never fight; he will never fear or loathe his sire again. "Kiss me again. Let me taste you without hesitation, without competition. And taste me for the first time: your son as he can be only for you, only with you inside him, bound to him."

He bows his head and presses his mouth to his boy's, drinking him in deeply. It is...amazing. Such full submission and only for him; only to him. He would not wish this forever. No. His boy must be who he is. He was born alpha. But this...it is a perfect moment. And a gift, both of the giving and the taking.

When he at last releases his mouth, Sesshoumaru must speak more. The kiss stilled his panting, but he can feel the need to release tension as the knot continues to hold him captive. "Tell me, my Lord Father...tell me how your boy tastes now?"

He cannot help his indulgent chuckle. "My boy is not so submissive as he tastes, then, if he can command his Lord Father," he teases. "I taste you, my precious, beloved son. I taste you without the fight of your alpha status behind you. And I taste how very much you have wished to give this to me."

"And I taste you without the need to fight. My gift, then. I taste how at ease you are in your power. How truly you own it. ...And how young I am." He pauses, feels his breathing ease despite the fullness...perhaps because of it? He is relaxing into his father's ownership. "I do not know how long I can stand to be this way, father. I imagine being without my fur would feel similarly. I am safe within your embrace, I know. And yet I am bare, exposed, vulnerable. What do I do now?"

He nuzzles his cheek. "You relax...and know your Papa will protect you while like this...and even when not. This will not last forever. Close your eyes. Let me show you."

He gratefully shuts his eyes, inclines his head and rests it on Tai's chest. Lets his body just...feel.

Reaching between them, Tai closes his hand around his boy's painfully stiff cock and begins to stroke.

Oh, the feel of Papa's fingers, wrapping around him this way... His cock is so hard...jumps at Tai's familiar touch. He knows he is sticky, unworthy of having Papa's hand upon him, but ohhhhh...

He draws his fangs down Sesshoumaru's throat and growls soft in his throat as he strokes. "Feel."

The sound of Papa's growl and his words, his hot breath and the feel of him so near, the touch of his hand: he FEELS.

The ache is deep now, he feels his pulse right there where the knot is. His body hums with the ache and the stroking of father's long, strong fingers.

"My good boy. I will have your pleasure once more before I take my own." Normally, he would climax just after he knotted, to ensure the taking of his seed. That was the way it worked with inu. However, he is in control of his own biology, thank you so much...and he would master it to suit his own wants...and frequently does.

He murmurs, entranced, "I am Papa's good boy. My cock and my come belong to Papa..."

"That's right," he croons as he strokes, kissing and nipping all over that delicious neck, lapping at the bloodied shoulder. "All for Papa."

He wants to come hard for Papa, like a child performing, like a teen proving himself, like an adult sharing pleasure with one who can appreciate it in ways no other can. He loves the wound his father has left in his shoulder, and how he attends the pleasure of it. He loves the feel of his mouth, everywhere. And that hand, pumping him and urging him on. "I am yours, Papa. Yours." And he feels his body tighten, his cock swell, knows he will come if Papa will let him... So easily in Papa's firm grip he will come.

"Mmmm...Papa can smell and taste your pleasure, little one. Give it to me. Spit it into my hand." He makes small, small movements within his boy, careful because moving the wrong way could tear him, and he will not do that.

Papa's words undo him completely, again. He arches and feels sensation wash over him, bringing him so far from Papa and entirely to him. He gives his pleasure and his soul to his father, and writhes as he comes. It is the movement which returns him to himself, as the movement brings the pain of true awareness of just how impaled he is, just how easily the sharpness of the pain-pleasure balance could turn dangerous. A small whine pours from him, as he fills his father's hand and coats himself further in his sticky-thick release.

"Good boy." He brings his hand to his mouth and slowly begins to lick up his boy's second burst of musky fluid. Oh very nice...such sweetness...such...he has no words. "Good boy...just stay still...I know..." He takes his time, savoring each lick and suck, watching his boy as he does so.

He stills himself, mesmerized by the sight of those strong, thick fingers, slipping inside that wide mouth, tasting and savoring him. The release and Papa's pleasure in it help him not to panic that he cannot move. He is Papa's. All that matters is this. "I will stay still," he says softly. His lips part as he watches his come devoured greedily. His softening prick twitches and drips as he thinks about what it would be like to suck his father's cock now...even as he knows he will not.

"Such a good boy." He finishes savoring his treat and leans down to share the last little bit with his boy.

Sesshoumaru kisses hungrily, sloppily, causing himself pain in the process by failing to hold still. He wants to throw himself on top of his father and lick every inch of him. He wants to feel Papa's cock in his mouth, his hands, to lick his ass, taste his ample pre-cum, all at once. This knotting is doing things to him, arousing him in ways that make holding still an impossible request. He makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl, with more than a hint of suffering whimper.

Tai grips the boy's hips with strong hands and pulls him flush, holding him still. Slowly he pulls back from the kiss. "Tell Papa...what you would do for his come."

Oh, how his father tortures him... How to answer? What can he offer? Papa already has all of him, in a way he will no doubt regret soon (as his ass begins to ache in earnest) and later (as he replays his submission in his mind). Some offers are simply poorly disguised greed; others are too superficial to move a Lord who can command anything and everything he could ever wish. His mind shifts to another direction: "For my Lord Father's come, I will never regret a minute of this day, nothing I have done to earn that come, not a moment of my submission nor a word of love I have spoken."

He allows himself to groan at this. Yes. His boy is perfect. "Then Papa will give you his come, my precious son."

He matches his father's groan with one of his own. What more is there to achieve than Papa's praise, and his climax?

He breathes in his boy and concentrates on the sensation around his cock...the utter submission...the scent of his child. With a small gasp and growl he paints the inside of his one true son with his seed. Tai smiles toothily as he feels the way his knot plugs his boy so the seed pools around his cock...stays.

Without a thrust, without a movement, his father releases. Sesshoumaru watches the perfection of his control and admires it openly. There truly is so very much to learn. He feels so full—his whole body filled with the power and beauty of his Lord Father. There are no words for it, but he cannot resist speaking, knowing he has pledged not to regret them: "I love the way you fuck me, Papa. I always have."

Tai smiles down at his son. "Saa...you have always been eminently fuckable; you know that, don't you? Papa loves to fuck his boy, and..." He leans down to murmur in his ear. "Papa loves to love his boy."

He smiles back. "Mother says you praise my beauty even more than hers. When we fought, I always thought of that. When I resisted you so aggressively and you hurt me so deeply, I remembered the way you would look at me in moments of calm. I saw your affection. Truly." He wonders how long they will remain knotted together...how long it will be that they can talk this way. "Papa? When I resisted and you had to beat and humiliate me so...did you always know we would come to this place someday?"

Tai wuffs. "Your mother agrees with me, that our child's beauty has no earthly equal." He is quiet for a moment and tests the shrinkage of his knot. Not quite yet. He sighs softly, knowing he must answer his son. "I...hoped you would remember the groundwork I tried to lay when you were small. It was my goal—and your mother knew this well—to not repeat the mistakes of my own father. But that also meant I had to find the line to tread upon: I could not be too soft on you, for that is not what an alpha child either craves or needs to thrive. But...I refused to be needlessly cruel, though I am certain it seemed that way much of the time."

"Surely you could smell my desire, even through the fire of my anger—desire that reflected your own back to you? I loathed your use of me, detested what I saw as excessive arrogance. Perhaps, once or twice, I even wished your death—in that way only an adolescent can. Do you forgive me for it, Papa?"

"From a father to a son, I can assure you, there is nothing you need me to forgive." He caresses his cheek softly. "We grow as we learn, and indeed, even I have grown since you were an adolescent...and even more so since you were small, as Kin is."

At the mention of Kin, he tenses. He had not told the child he would be gone this long, and he is likely fighting his own demons as he waits. But he cannot wish to be anywhere but here. He tries hard not to move his ass as he rubs his cheek into his father's palm and reaches up his own hand to caress the beautiful face looking at him. "I regret only one thing, Papa, that I cannot give you the pleasure you give me. Just one day where you could lay the burden of leadership in my lap and...rest. But I know: this is foolish talk. And as soon as that damned knot is out of my poor abused ass, I will no doubt regain my senses and take out my frustration on Kin's poor little behind."

"Shhh...relax...relax. Be with me now." He leans down and kisses his boy softly. "You are ever mine. That is all I could want, or wish for." He licks the palm of his only true child, tasting the sword calluses and the softness between them.

He nods, basks in his father's generous love. "Father...when you release me, will you allow me to clean you?"

"Is that what you wish, my Sesshoumaru?"

"To be at your feet, your cock in my mouth, my tongue roving the remains of your knot, tasting what you have given to me, how I have held you inside me…. Yes, my Lord Father, that is very much what I wish."

He tests his knot again, then carefully slides himself out with an audible pop. "Very well, my Sesshoumaru."

Sesshoumaru winces, cries out softly at the release. It is both relief and anguish. Mostly it just hurts.

He sits down in his chair, legs spread, hakama loose and down at his ankles. "Clean me. And take your time, my son." He smiles. "I must say, I do enjoy this view."

He feels the fluid escape, pour down his legs. Papa is so ample, in all ways.

"A little blood...you stretched a good deal...but no tear. You will be quite sore for awhile, child."

He draws a finger through the sticky fluid and brings it to his lips. He has no idea why he feels nothing but arousal when he does so. So easily put off by food and drink, he is equally and oppositely drawn to the products of the body...especially Papa's come.

"I am strong, father. As I feel the pain, I will think of you. With pleasure." He kneels and nuzzles the wet, sticky mess of his father's half-hard cock. Putting his hands to the floor, he presses his nose and lips and tongue forward, licking, lapping. The taste of come, the musk of Papa's cock, and the tang of his own ass blend into a heady treat that he cannot get enough of, feeling as doglike as he perhaps looks. He licks greedily, up shaft, across balls, even beneath them to his ass...a space he longs most of all to press his face to. He rumbles his pleasure in his throat, feasting as long as Papa will let him.

Tai makes a contented sigh as Sesshoumaru's long tongue begins to work. And his boy is so pretty, all grown and still worshiping his father's cock. He knows the boy wants more—he can tell the way he licks up at his ass—but that is not for today. He allows it, but then moves Sesshoumaru's face and tongue back to his shrinking knot. "Such a good pup...to please your Papa so well, Sesshoumaru."

He cannot resist giving more than a dog could. He begins to suck the heavy balls, and then brings his lips to the thick yet increasingly flaccid cock. He suckles its head, then takes as much of it into his mouth as his father will allow. The taste is incomparable. Once again, one of those things that is just so right: firstborn son worshiping at the alter of the cock that brought him life, his ass leaking the same seed that sparked his existence.

Sesshoumaru doesn't rouse his erection again, but Tai will allow his boy to suck and clean it as much as he likes. He has earned that...and besides, it is very enjoyable.

Sesshoumaru sucks more intently as his father permits his attentions. He needs no hardness to glory in the taste and smell and feel of it. The loose skin, retreating red cockhead. He brings his lips to meet his father's groin, then sucks and pulls at it. So good. He lifts off a moment to give a happy woof. Not only his father's one true son and heir, but his dog. And truly content at this moment to be so.

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Author's Endnote: If you want to learn more about Sesshoumaru's angsy emo horndog teen years with Papa, Salome has written a group of 40 ficlets about it, entitled "My Lord Father," which can be found here: http://inu.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095286 .