CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Author's Note: What happens when you have your alpha doggy nature suppressed by your dominant Papa awhile? We find out with the rebound of this chapter, which also explores the fetish of piss play and Sesshoumaru's unique reaction to it. Gets a little tense in here, but all ends well, as always; we promise.

Warnings: Like all of CLAIMING KIN, the fetishes we explore may not be yours. Shouta and puppy piss play below. Read only if it pleases you to do so.

Piss Play and Its Consequences, Part I

Onii has been gone to Papa forever. At first, it was fun to play games with Kini and sing and write and draw and have cuddles. But as the hours pass he is increasingly unhappy and turns away from meals or new games. Not even Jaken-sama brought his good mood back. He wants Onii. Onii come back please... Finally, Kini gathers him up and holds him in bed while she sings softly and pets his ears and back gently and eventually he suckles. And he drinks up all of Kini's milk and...and...he doesn't remember closing his eyes as he finally finds sleep.

Sesshoumaru cannot say he feels well, but the bath did help some. Papa did not take him up on his invitation to join him, and Sesshoumaru cannot understand how the man can actually go back to work now. But that is his Lord Father, through and through. And, in the end, he needed the time alone. Needed time to think about what had happened between them and to unwind, to uncoil a tightness that is no doubt the result of suppressing his dominance when taking the knot. It was not a conscious act, and he finds releasing the tension within cannot easily be handled consciously either. Time with Kin will likely help, and he feels the pull of his absence from his child weighing increasingly upon him. He forces himself not to rush back to the room as he passes guards and a few servants busy at their work.

Kini is relieved when Kin at last sleeps. Neither she nor Jaken could distract the pup sufficiently, soothe him adequately. He knew his Onii would return soon, but "when soon" was she had not been able to say, nor could Jaken, and he asked over and over again, reassuring her that he was and would be a good puppy no matter what until at last the milk had filled him and he had dropped off. Of course, he is indeed just a puppy, and one quite dependent on the proximity of Lord Sesshoumaru. She sighs softly, stroking his soft thick hair, listening to his little snoring breaths, mouth still holding her nipple, making little suckling motions though he was asleep. Though troubled at his discomfort, it has been a sweet time of bonding, too; she is so very fond of the little one.

Sesshoumaru enters the room quietly, his eyes adjusting instantly to the darkness. He is still sore, and his alpha energy feels corked tightly in too small a bottle. He labors to ease his mind as he approaches the bed where Kini lies with his child.

She looks up, inclining her head as much as she can. "My Lord...forgive me for not rising at once. Shall I move him?"

He enjoys the sight of the ever-gentle, self-effacing Kini with the pup. Caring for the little beast is so much easier with the support of her quiet, generous efforts. And her role as wet nurse...well, as his father rightly says: Kini is special.

"Nothing need be forgiven, Kini. The child is fine where he is. And now, you must get some sleep yourself." He inhales their intertwined scents and Kini's rich milk. He could feed right now. Though it is obvious from the little dribble at the corner of Kin's mouth and it nearness to a flushed nipple that he has sucked amply and well in his absence, Kini's supply is already restoring itself. But he will wait. "Your efforts are very much appreciated. Come to me after we have all rested."

Carefully she detaches the boy, settling his head gently and moving his “Onii doggie” doll close to his nose as she covers him. She rises as gracefully as she can, bowing low before her Lord, holding her kimono together respectfully. “Yes, my Lord,” she says with a smile. “It is my pleasure,” she adds and blushes slightly. She remembers well the last time her Lord fed with the pup beside him. “He may well wake soon, my Lord, if only long enough to use a pot,” she offers as she fastens her kimono.

Kin's brow wrinkles when Kini's warmth leaves him. He feels barely covered in his harness and furs and he fusses slightly at the lack of Kini’s body and warmth and her comforting scent.

"Thank you again. You may go." His gratitude cannot overcome his impatience to be alone with Kin, to soothe his senses and reassure them both of his dominance and possession of his brother.

Kini bows again and makes her leave, as Kin reaches out, eyes still closed tightly; then feeling nothing and no one, whines softly.

He removes the robe he put on after his bath and comes to bed. As soon as he is within reach, he strokes the child's unruly hair softly. He craves contact, as much and as fully as possible.

Kin whines again, then opens his eyes, yawning hugely. "Onii?"

So small, vulnerable, and weak with his hanyou blood. Sesshoumaru inhales deeply of him. The pup so pulls on Sesshoumaru's need to protect--a part of his alpha heritage he did not fully know, or own, until Kin. "Onii is here," he says quietly. "Rest, little one."

"Nnnhhh..." He flops around until he has as much of his body touching as much of Onii's body as possible. "Kini?" His breath is sweet and milky. He can still feel her nipple in his mouth.

The touch is good. But he would deepen it. He slips beneath the furs and pulls the child close. He is tired, but roused too. It must be the return of the energy he surrendered so deeply to his father. He feels a bit light-headed as he draws in Kin's unique aroma. How good, how necessary he smells. He licks the child's mouth once, tasting Kini's milk there.

He lies, flopped over limply, and yawns again, licking his lips after Onii does. "Onii was gone a very long time."

"You are right, child. Am I forgiven?"

He inch-worms back onto Onii. "Yes, Onii." He yawns again. "Kini is gone?"

"Yes, I sent her to her to her own chambers to rest. Kini is where Kini belongs...and Onii is where Onii belongs."

That makes him smile sleepily. "Kin belongs with Onii." He rubs his eye with a small hand. "Kin should pee so he doesn't wet the bed later." He yawns again and snuggles into Onii, feeling mokosama begin to wind around him.

Something flashes through Sesshoumaru's mind at Kin's request, something half-formed. A clawing within him speaks silently of a need to display that all of Kin belongs to him, now and always. His claws flex and he feels a ripple of power flow through him. He will experience a new way of claiming Kin to replace the dominance after Papa's use. "Yes, Kin must not wet the bed."

He sits up and yawns. "Will Onii take Kin to the other room so—oh hello mokosama...I missed you too."

"We need not leave the bed, my Kin. I will take it. It belongs to me, as does all of you." And control over even this will help encourage Kin's trust. He knows from childhood experience how difficult it is to release into another's mouth, which is part of the pleasure he will receive. "Kin, Onii wishes you to release it into his mouth."

He frowns. "Kin is not hard, Onii. Kin has to pee."

He nods, reiterates. "Onii wishes you to 'wet' in his mouth. Onii will open his mouth or he will suck you." The thought is increasingly delightful. He wonders how his urine will taste, inflected with Kini's rich milk. "However you can release, child."

He blinks. "Onii...Onii wishes Kin to pee...in his mouth?" He whines softly, confused. "But...but...Kin is not supposed to wet...he is supposed to go outdoors...or use the chamber pot..."

"It is confusing, Kin. Onii understand this. As you grow, you will see that things which confuse us can also arouse us."

He chews his lip and squirms slightly. "Kin wishes to be good for Onii. Onii must have what Onii wishes."

"Kin is a very good boy. Kin tries very hard not to urinate in Onii-sama's bed. That is being good. Onii does not wish Kin to lose control of himself. This is different." He feels his body begin to swell with a sweet scent of dominance. He unties Kin's obi, unwrapping the child like a gift. Which he is. "Onii wants to taste you in this way. Can you close your eyes and pretend there is a pot here for your use?"

He clutches his harness as his trousers fall away. He bites his lip harder. He is not embarrassed...that feeling would be foreign to him around Onii. And he remembers licking up where he has peed before on Onii. He flushes remembering that he had done so. "Kin will," he says in a small, unsure voice.

"Onii is very proud of his sleepy, beautiful boy. If Onii puts his mouth to your cock, can Kin go?"

"Kin...Kin will try...for Onii."

"Kin understands that if he gets too erect, he cannot 'pee', doesn't he?" he reminds the pup, hating to use childish word with equal and opposite emotion to the erotic craving to taste it.

He whispers, "Yes. Kin gets a little hard sometimes when he pees. It feels good." He squirms again. He needs to pee now...very badly.

"That is good, child. Onii likes that you experience pleasure in so many ways." He moves off the bed and comes to kneel before him, spreading his legs and bringing his mouth to the tiny cock that is his undoing and his fetish. From Papa's knot to Kin's puppy prick, Sesshoumaru basks in the richness of his life.

Kin puts his finger in his mouth and sucks vigorously...nervous. He squinches up his face and tries...and tries. "Onii said it was good...Onii wishes Kin to do this..." He huffs and glares down at his little prick. "Why won't you pee?"

"Relax, little one. It pleases Onii to sit here and look at his child, and to smell his desire to please and his need to urinate." With effort, he does not reach a hand forward to stroke the cock, fondle the little sac....

He whines softly, pushes his dick down with two fingers like he really would if he were peeing and tries again. His face is a study in tragedy. He wants so much to please his Onii.

Sesshoumaru smiles to himself, leans forward, and kisses the furrowed brow. "Do not try so hard, Kin. Let us talk about something else, and you will relax. Onii will be very, very patient."

"Kin has to pee. I am all full." But he obeys and sits on his heels, his knees still spread. "What does Onii wish to talk about?"

He wants this, more than he knew, more as the bond between them is heightened by it. And the more difficult it is for Kin, the greater the pleasure in knowing he will achieve the child's release, and claim it. "Did Kini feed you well, Kin? Did you drink all of her milk for Onii, too?"

He scratches his ear. "Kini fed Kin...Kin fell asleep." He blushes. "Kin did not mean to drink Onii's milk too..."

"Onii is not upset. Tell Onii what else you did while he was away."

He smiles a little. "The milk was very good." He thinks. "Kini played with me. We played hiding games, and with Kin's red ball, and pillows and water. We played clapping games and painted and I wrote Kini’s name and made a picture of Kini too. Jaken-sama made Kin read too. Kin can read, Oniisama!! Better Jaken-sama says every day!!"

"Onii is very proud of Kin's reading. Very proud. When Kin can write better, perhaps he would like to write a note to...his mother?"

The thought startles him. Mother can read of course...she was of a noble human house. "Kin...Kin could do that. Mother reads."

"It would not matter if she did not. She would know you had written it, and she would be proud. Know that you are better off with Onii than with her." He dislikes the train of thought that led him here. A trickle of sweat drips down his cheek and he wipes it away. Its smell is musky, thick. His time with Papa is making him think too much. Though his sore ass reminds him how worthwhile the visit was...more than worthwhile. Another idea comes to him: "Would Kin like to watch Onii urinate?"

He looks up, listening, smiling a little. Then, "Watch Onii...urinate?" He thinks about that. He's seen Onii pee before. Lots of times. "Yes."

"You will hold Onii's cock for him and he will show you how to do it." He rises and walks to the adjoining room for their pots, each an ornately decorated masterpiece of its own. Pots, cloths and bowls of water for cleansing: dirty ones vanish with the magic of perfectly coordinated bedchamber servants. He takes a medium-sized container and returns to Kin, placing it on the floor beside the bed. "Onii will piss here, and then Kin."

He looks startled. "I...yes Onii." He rises up on his knees, his eyes wide.

He releases his shaft, flaccid but still substantial. "You like Onii's cock?"

"Kin likes Onii's cock very much." He looks from Onii to the floor where the pot is, and kneels up again on the bed. "Kin may hold it?"

"Kin may hold it, and aim it properly."

He reaches out with both hands and little pink tongue poking out to point Onii's big cock at the basin on the floor. "Pointing down, yes Onii?"

"Yes, Kin." He has little to release, and how strange it feels to have the child-hands on him after Papa's big-fisted grasp, pumping, working him. The sweat ceases, but he smells it still as he lets go. He hopes that sharing this will help Kin to relax.

Kin watches the stream and listens to the spatter in the bottom of the basin and smells the scent and hotness of Onii's pee. He likes the feel of Onii's cock in his hands, and he looks up at his Eldest Brother and smiles brightly.

Sesshoumaru smiles at the child, an uncharacteristic display. He is surprisingly relaxed, aroused, and strangely still satisfied by Papa's knotting. He is Papa's boy and Kin is his boy; he has yielded yet now seeks his own control.

Kin giggles and shakes Onii's dick gently to finish. "Onii is finished?"

"Yes, Onii is finished," he says, taking his cock, tapping, then releasing it and turning to his boy. "Kin's turn," he says, earnestly, eyes bright.

"Kin thought Onii was..." But it's too late, because once the stream starts, he can't stop it. He does manage to scoot more to the edge of the bed, though.

Smooth as silk and almost faster than Kin can see, Onii is there, between the pot and the child's cock. The smell is strong, rich -- much different from his own. Milk-besotted hanyou piss, and his mouth is there, not sucking but letting it pour forth into him. Greedy is how he feels, an inner heat and passion drives him. After his mouth is full, and more keeps coming, he puts his hands out and catches it. He relishes the feel of the hot liquid filling his cupped palms. He swallows then murmurs, "Mine, it is mine. All of Kin belongs to Lord Sesshoumaru," as he waits for Kin to finish, so he can bring his hands to his mouth. The basin catches what overpours his hands, and a little splashes to the floor as well. He cannot care about the mess at all.

Kin whines, eyes huge as Onii drinks his pee. He...and...ohhh...he has to pee SO MUCH it feels like he'll never stop. Onii...it's splashing and he catches it in his hands...and...and...the stream finally slows and stops. "Kin...does Onii like Kin's..."

Sesshoumaru cannot speak now, though he hears the child's voice, his requests, his nervous insecurity and giddiness at what his Onii is doing. Excitement flows between them. That is part of the pleasure, to be sure. Sesshoumaru has so often bent -- even broken -- rules; ever rebellious, ever alpha. Kin, obedient submissive Kin: it is all so new to him. Sesshoumaru cannot resist the display. He brings his hands to his mouth and laps like a dog. Surely his dominance has not yet fully returned or he would not be performing so for the little mutt's entertainment. Oh, but how good this smells, and how much he enjoys its taste. He would bathe in it if he could. He pants as it coats his lips.

Onii...Onii MUST like it...he...he smells like he is liking it very very much, and he slips his finger in his mouth to watch with wide, curious eyes. Onii licks up the pee like a doggie. Like Kin licks up Onii's come from his belly. Or water from a bucket.

Damn. Sesshoumaru groans, suddenly, feels sweat not outside but inside now. Bursting within him. The alpha energy returns full force and all at once: his head throbs with it. He has a mutt's piss on himself, but he is alpha. He is no pup. He licks his palms clean with a rumbling growl in his chest and feels his cock harden. He needs to fuck his boy…now.

"Onii? Did...did Kin do...good?"

"Kin did good," he says, voice gravelly, hands still wet, turning to face the harnessed child. "Kin is Onii's good pet," he adds, pressing his face to the child's neck and into his hair and breathing deeply. He comes to all fours, pushing him onto his back and pinning him with gently threatening teeth at his throat. He has no more words...just the smell and taste of hanyou puppy piss like an irresistible aphrodisiac.

Kin whines and goes limp at the teeth in his neck...and he gets squirmy feelings in his belly. "Onii," he whispers, submitting instantly.

The body is too small, but he's taken it already. His pelvis moves, lightly humping the air between them as hormone-roused blood fills his cock. His ass does not pain him anymore, though it should. Somewhere his mind wonders at that, but it is easily dismissed. He can feel little other than that he is in need now. And the need grows by the second. He growls into Kin's neck, knowing well the child has done nothing to merit threat, even as his teeth gently find flesh to hold. He wants the smell of fear.

Kin whines louder. Did...did he do something bad? Onii? His legs work limply against the silks...Kin...Kin will be good...he will...

Yes, there's the whine. He remembers it from their very first meeting. Sweet, submissive little hanyou bastard. And he remembers how the child speaks his submission, too, how good it is to hear who owns him. He releases his fangs, though he cannot say whether it is to protect the pup's life or because his need to provoke is so great. "Are you frightened, hanyou?"

His mouth trembles a little. "Onii...is acting...differently. Kin is a little afraid. Onii was so...patient with Kin just a moment ago... Kin belongs to Onii."

"Oh yes, you belong to Sesshoumaru, little beast. Our Lord Father gave you to me. To me, his One True Son. His firstborn alpha, his heir." He smells the fear. It is good. But he wants more. His eyes burn. The sweat runs again. "Tell Lord Sesshoumaru what it means to belong to him, whelp."

He swallows. "It...it means...Onii...must have what he wishes? Onii...must...do as he wishes?" His voice is shaky. Onii is being very scary right now.

"Spread your legs, little beast. Wide. For your Lord."

He obeys at once, spreading his slightly damp thighs as wide as he can, sucking his finger frantically. "Yes, Oniisama..."

Even spreading his legs hard, the creature is clearly too small for a satisfactory fuck. He will hurt him if he takes him with the hunger he has right now. Still...the pup smells right. Like prey and yet like mate…and like HIS. He moves forward and breathes deeply, nose to the mutt's ass. He licks, fueling his desire. There is pleasure in feeling wracked by the desire to attain what he wants from the tiny thing without concern for his size.

He whines...loudly, panting hard and fast almost at once. "Oniii...Kin...is Oniiiiii's..." The lickings feel good...but Onii is still scary.

His hips still pump the air as he licks ass then tiny balls and cock. His fangs extend. Would it be good simply to rend the creature apart with his jaws? He wants and wants...

Kin whimpers, his entire body trembling. Did he do something wrong? His legs hurt being spread so much...but the tongue feels so nice...but still..."Kin is Onii's...Kin is Onii's only boy. Good boy. Kin is good for Onii...only Onii....please..."

He lifts his face and smells the fear...desire, too...but mostly fear. Fear of his dominance. As it should be. "What do you beg for, boy? Shall your brother fill you with his need? Is that what you plead for?" He wants his cock inside that little body...NOW.

"Onii must have what Onii wishes," he pants. Is it the right answer yet?

As he watches the child pant and stare, the burning in his eyes begins to lessen. Something is happening in his body... Something beyond his control. His fur has gone limp. He cannot recall it ever doing so before. He can neither rouse it nor feel it -- in the distant way he usually does. He looks down at the child, who trembles. The scent coming from him is...wrong. It is the smell of a near-panic that he never wants on his boy again. The fear he inspired in him when the child was first brought to him. The fear the Incident left him with. And he, he himself is inspiring it. What monster has he become? His cock aches. His fangs ache. He stills his hips, which have been moving without conscious thought.

Kin tries hard to hold still, sucking his finger. What must he do?

Sesshoumaru brings a hand to wipe ample sweat from his brow. This is wrong. He never sweats this way. And now the sweat smells like...Kin. Like the child's urine. That he...has drunk. Gods, it was good...too good. Its taste was rich, sharp, incomparable. Almost like Kin's seedless ejaculate...but acidic, burning deliciously down his throat. Breaking the taboo was only half the pleasure. And, apparently, half the risk. The risk is now in him. The knowledge is as sharp as the taste at the back of his growling throat.

"Oniiiiiiiiiii..." Tears leak out now as he whines. Onii smells wrong...he smells...like Kin but not good...not...good..."Kin...is good for Onii...."

Sesshoumaru finds some control in knowledge. He understands what has happened. And yet his body still desires: he dives in again, licking the child's ass. If he could draw more piss from the boy he would, even knowing its dangers. His eyes run, streams that smell like Kin...piss...milk...sweat...blood... And his stomach churns. He laps and sucks the boy, nonetheless, and his hard cock throbs and drips. Finally, he forces himself to pull back, to rise. He shakes his head, trying to clear his vision. His gut clenches, seizes. He feels as if he is going to come...piss...puke...die.

Kin is frightened now...not for himself but for Onii. "Onii?" Slowly he sits up, whining softly. "Onii? Are you okay?" He is still more than a little scared for himself, but... "Should Kin...get someone? Onii?"

"Papa," he whispers, then seizes again and vomits. His whole body convulses. He smells the piss everywhere, and he growls and fumes at having no control over himself. "Kin," he whimpers. "Do not be afraid." He passes out cold.

He is frozen when Onii throws up, falls, and then..."Onii?" He crawls towards his brother's still body and turns the heavy head gently. He can feel his breath and it is a relief...but not enough of one to pry his ears from his head. "Onii?" A little louder. "Onii...please be okay." He...he doesn't know what to do. What should he do? He lies down and curls up into a tight puppy ball next to Onii's motionless body and cries.

Sesshoumaru comes to after a short time, head throbbing. He groans, turns on his side, then reaches out for the piss pot and spits the bile in his throat out before him. The room swims.

Kin hears Onii move and make noise, and he cautiously uncurls a bit. "O...Onii?"

Sesshoumaru's whole body aches, and the word "Papa" comes to his lips again. What the hell is happening? His cock is flaccid, burns. His gut rumbles. He feels shaky, loathes the weakness and tries to rise above it. He reaches an unsteady hand up and draws it across his face and through his hair. The smell of piss -- Kin's piss -- is overwhelming. He must get it off. From sweet and alluring to powerful and dangerous to repellent -- he must get it off. Now. "Kin," he commands, throat on fire, "Call a guard."

"Yes, Onii." He makes his trembly limbs move and trots carefully over to the door. He can't reach the handle, but Onii said to call. And he does...loudly. "Guard?? Come here…please?" He sniffles and rubs his face, hiccuping and calling out again.

A tall, brawny guard enters, hearing the panic in the child's voice. Normally, he would not enter except at the direct command of Lord Sesshoumaru, but he has worked long for the Lord and his family and trusts his instincts. He enters and sees his master, sprawled on the ground, vomit and other body fluids pooled around him. He has never seen its like. He turns a glance at the sobbing child, wondering, for a fleeting moment, if this is his doing -- the filthy hanyou bastard. But no: it is clear from his horrified expression that he is in no way to blame for whatever has happened to Lord Sesshoumaru. "My Lord," he exclaims, coming to his side, bowing and approaching nearer than he would if his master was in any other posture but this.

Sesshoumaru has regained sufficient composure to speak clearly. Being the young Lord of the lands, this concerns him even more than his out-of-control body. "Help me rise, and fetch a servant to draw me a bath. Now." He is ridiculously weak, and he loathes it. But more than even this, he loathes the stench and filth. "Get someone to clean this...and someone to see to the child."

Kin hurries back to Onii, holding onto mokosama carefully. "Kin will be good..." He tries to stop crying...he does...

The guard is quick to aid his Lordship in rising. In truth, he is shocked by how little smell there is to all the...mess around and even on his master's naked flesh. He is entirely professional, helping the young Lord to a chair, then going immediately to the door to summon assistance. First, of course, he calls for Jaken. Jaken-sama will know how to manage everything.

Sesshoumaru begins to feel himself again. Though his body still smells repellent to him, it is far less so than when on the floor in the midst of what he vomited. He feels a fool for treating his body as capable of ingesting whatever he chose to put in it. When has he ever been able to taste and drink what he wishes? Never. He loathes the weakness of it, but he is confident that a bath will solve this feeling of weakness. He must be certain. He turns to see Kin at his side, stroking his limp fur, tears pouring from him. "Kin, Onii is all right. Onii is Onii again. Do not cry, child."

He sniffles and whines. "Kin...Kin is trying to stop. I promise, Onii." He leans against Onii's leg since he is sitting in a chair now. He looks up at Onii. "Jaken-sama will pop his eyes out, Onii, when he comes."

"I will not pop my eyes out, Kin-chan," Jaken replies, entering the chambers. "My Lord, your bath is being drawn. This will be cleaned up at once." He is at his best in the midst of chaos.

Sesshoumaru is grateful, more than he can say, for the child's reminder of the absurdness of Jaken. It makes him feel safe and comfortable, as does his more-than-servant's decisive presence. "Thank you, Jaken. I…ate something that did not agree with me. That is all. You and I have been through such things before. There is no need to inform my father." This last is a command.

Kin is very quiet at that. It is his fault that Onii is sick, then. And mokosama will not even move for him now.

"Of course, my Lord. Would you like me to summon the child's bath servant as well as one of your own?"

He turns, still weary but summoning strength for the child's sake -- not to mention his own self-esteem -- and asks his frightened little boy, wanting very much to touch him, but feeling too fouled to do so: "Would Kin like to have Yumi bathe him while Sesshoumaru is bathed? Kin may instead rest and wait for Onii to return, if he prefers." He does not wish the child to see him weak this way, but he does not want to create further panic in the little pup. His heart clenches as he looks at the frightened yet brave face before him. Is that clenching weakness that should frighten him or is it right, as few other things are within him right now?

"Kin...please...please would like to stay with Onii and have a bath with Yumi." He bows his head.

Jaken, meanwhile, speaks quickly with the guard, then turns back to Sesshoumaru. "My Lord," he begins respectfully. "How would you like to enter your bathing chamber?"

The thought of putting a clean robe over his filthy body does not please. But then, even now he is soiling the chair dreadfully. "Fetch my robe, my helpful boy," he tells Kin, giving him something to occupy his overwrought mind. "I will walk, of course," he says, opting for mind over matter. It is often his solution and serves him well. He begins to rise, slowly, and finds his body is kind enough to obey. Even his fur begins to move again; he can sense its willful same-yet-separate self rise. Perhaps he is right in what he has been declaring: it seems he has effectively purged what was harming his mind and body.

Kin nods and wipes his nose again, then pads, buckles jingling quietly, to fetch Onii's robe and bring it back. Without being told, he also pulls on his discarded hakama after he hands Onii his robe.

Jaken watches carefully, nodding to himself. "Of course, my Lord. Good boy, pup." He pats the child's head. He can tell Kin is terrified. "Your Lord Brother will be all right. Jaken-sama knows well how to manage this, and I know well that Kin-san is a very brave puppy."

"My good boy. Onii will hold you in the bath." He looks at the sad face; loathes that he has frightened the pup so. Hates too that something has happened that he does not understand. Damnation: he did enjoy that piss, even as it poisoned him. Will he forever be drawn to that which tears him apart and remakes him? "Jaken," Sesshoumaru says, forcing his mind elsewhere, "you are a treasure." He looks down at Kin after he says it and raises his eyebrows. Their private joke: Jaken would rather be chastised than cherished.

Kin gulps and nods his head...and then smiles shakily up at Onii. Jaken will not get kicked today. And mokosama nudges his hand.

"My life is at my Lord's service, of course," replies the imp, proud of the praise, but not without his small sigh. "All will be taken care of before you return from your bath, my Lord."

"I count on that, Jaken," he says, rising and putting on his robe. "Come, Kin, let us leave Jaken and the servants to clean our chambers. We can discuss how we will reward Yumi for 'allowing' us to waken her."

"Yes, Onii." He walks carefully beside Onii, pausing only to thank the guard as they pass, and smiling again as mokosama curls gently around his back.

As they walk, Sesshoumaru feels more and more himself. Purging the child's urine was exhausting, but his body, though largely depleted of energy, is his own again. The tangled mess of being claimed by Papa and following it with the foolish decision of untested piss play: no one can say he is fully an adult. But enough of such self-indulgence. Now he must be sure his child is all right. "Kin," he asks quietly, "Did Onii hurt you badly?" He remembers much: he was not entirely lost to himself. But the images come from a distance, a haze before his eyes and his mind.

Kin looks up with big eyes. "No, Onii. Onii was...strange and scary...but..." He touches his neck where the fang marks are slightly colored, and he is walking carefully because his legs hurt from being pushed apart so hard, but... "Kin was frightened. And frightened for Onii. But Kin is not hurt. Very much."

He looks down, then away. The signs of his loss of control are glaring, humiliating. If he wishes to mark his pet, he will. But that he almost tore into that little body after having been so careful, wanting nothing to hurt his boy...ever again. He snarls, pointlessly, at himself. Then he sighs deeply as they descend to the baths, guards remaining at their posts and servants walking a respectable distance behind them. "Onii was indeed very strange and very scary. Onii even frightened himself. No one should frighten Kin the way Onii has done."

He reaches his little hand up to clutch at Onii's fingers. "Kin belongs to Onii. Will...Onii truly be okay? Kin is very sorry."

As the child asks, he realizes the truth: "Yes, Onii is fine, Kin. Now Kin must be fine, too. Yumi will give Kin a wonderful bath...unless... Perhaps after Onii bathes, Kin would prefer to have Onii -- and 'mokosama' bathe him?"

"I will be very sorry to have woken Yumi up now...but...Kin can wait with Yumi while Onii gets his bath...yes Onii??"

Always thinking of others, his boy. He could learn from it, if he would. "Why don't we let Yumi bathe you, and Onii will wash your hair...and those ears. I bet you never allow her to clean them properly, do you, child?" How good it feels to be at ease with him in the moment. How necessary. He offers a silent prayer of thanks to gods he scarce believes in that he did not truly harm his boy. It is one thing to be called a "Toxic Terror" by doting parents; it is another to live the experience and risk harming one weaker than himself who does nothing to deserve it. One he has sworn to protect from the harm of others, one whose protection is his pride.

He folds his ears down shyly. "No...not yet. Kin is still very...scared about his ears unless it is Onii. Yumi cleans them gently, on the outside...Onii cleans them the very best, though."

"Because Onii uses his tongue. It cleans best." He tests out the thought. Does it repulse him? No. He breathes in deeply of the child's scent. Is the draw too strong? No, again. All is as it should be. Kin smells right. Entirely right. Once the remnants of the rejected urine are washed from him, he will hold the child so tightly he will squeal with delight.

"And feels the best! Onii, I can smell the bath!!"

They arrive and find the bath fragrant and warm. Welcoming to Onii's soiled, exhausted, foolish body.

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