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TITLE: Home in
Memory
CHAPTER: oneshot
AUTHOR: Ankh Ascendant ( setosgirl0 /
neferseti0 )
DATE: 9-26-09
FANDOM: Inuyasha
DISCLAIMER: I
don’t own Inuyasha, or make any money from it.
PAIRINGS: Inu
no Taisho/Sesshoumaru
TYPE: Fluff/Smut
RATING: X
WARNINGS:
shouta incest
OCs: none
BETA: none
WORDS: 2387
SUMMARY:
Inu no Taisho has to help his little son go to sleep. Prequel to
“Home in Body”, “Home in Mind”.
NOTES:
This was written from a list of writing prompts (
http://yaoigirl.com/?p=373
). This prompt is “puppy love”. I envision Sesshoumaru
being about 6... It is shouta, very much shouta, consensual shouta
with a lemon, and I am unapologetic, because
I think it's cute.

* * *

Home in Memory

A quiet scuff sounded on the
cloud-wood floor at the entrance to the office room.

The dog general was not alarmed;
there were no enemies here, and no possibilities of enemies here; as
a matter of fact, there was only one other person living in the
castle with him. So it was that he looked up with a small smile
already on his lips, his fingers setting aside the brush and the
small pot of ink, that the half-finished letter would dry. "My
Sesshoumaru," he greeted cordially. "Were you not in bed?"

His boy stood in the doorway,
barefoot, leaning his head against his fur and looking at him with a
look that was on the edge of sleepiness, but aware. He was tired
enough that his seeming of clothing was only a simple white, and only
vaguely stylistically correct, kimono. "I don't like my bed,
father," he complained, shifting his feet on the cold floor.
"May I sleep with you?"

He smiled, endeared by the
unassuming frankness of a child. "Of course," he agreed,
shifting smoothly to his feet, and then he pinched out the candle,
leaving them in near darkness. He could see Sesshoumaru blinking a
few times as his eyes adjusted to the sudden lack of light - he was
tired indeed, if he had to try.

"Here," he said, and
rand his hand over his son's hair, turning him gently back toward the
hall. The boy leaned gently into him, letting him lead him down the
hall. Their furs dragged together on the floor behind them.

They didn't need to light a candle
to see inside the bed room, and he didn't bother to, letting the
moonlight be their guide. "What is wrong with your bed, my
Sesshoumaru?" he wondered with a vaguely amused smile as he sat
down on the mattress. Fur pooled around him, a warm and soft pillow.

Sesshoumaru climbed into his lap,
his face completely studious. "It's cold," he said,
settling himself firmly against his chest. His ear fell atop his
father's heart with long practice. "And it's too big."

"My bed is big too," he
pointed out, stroking his son's hair and admiring him. His round face
was settled against his chest so securely, and his eyes were big and
round as he tried to see in the darkness. One small hand with tiny
claws incapable of hurting him held onto his kimono gently, the
unconscious gesture of a toddler, a child far younger than
Sesshoumaru actually was.

"But it has you," the
boy murmured, nuzzling his face into his chest and closing his eyes.

"This is so." He smiled
and stroked the silver hair that fell over his son's shoulders. His
hand could reach more than halfway across Sesshoumaru's back... he
seemed like such a delicate child at times. The sight of him cuddled
so trusting up to his chest was a tug on the heartstrings, that made
him want to wrap him in his arms and hold him close forever. "Maybe
next time I will come and visit your bed with you."

Sesshoumaru shook his head 'no',
rubbing his face against his chest as he did. "No, that wouldn't
be right," he said seriously. "You should be in your bed."

"Perhaps this is so. And my
Sesshoumaru should be in his bed, yes?"

He shook his head again, but
wordlessly, and shifted his slipping grip on his kimono.

He took that hand, stroking the
soft skin. It rested entirely within his palm, with the moonlight
glinting off his soft baby-claws. "You will never learn to sleep
in your own bed," he predicted. "It will grow colder and
more lonely with each night that you spend away."

"A bed can't be lonely,
father," he chastised him. "It's only a cloth stuffed with
fur. It doesn't need me."

Ahh; his body was young, but his
mind was sharp... also young, but still very sharp. "I see,"
he said, stroking his hair again. "And do I need you?"

"I think so." He nodded
firmly into his chest and opened his eyes to look up at him. "It's
hard for me to fall asleep without you inside me." He added an
unconscious wriggle to the words, cuddling closer to him. "So I
think it's hard for you to fall asleep without me."

With a chuckle, he kissed his soft
cheek, decorated with equally soft pink stripes. "My Sesshoumaru
is perceptive," he praised. "I am grown up and I can sleep
in my bed without problems, but,
I can grow lonely, and without my beloved one I sometimes do."
His claws ran delicately through Sesshoumaru's hair. "You've
made me very spoiled for the last half a century, my son."

The boy gave him one of his own
rare small smiles. "Me too," he said, and sighed, closing
his eyes again. "And I can be lonely too. That's why I want to
sleep with you, so neither of us has to be lonely."

"And what of when you must
sleep in your own bed, without me?"

"Why?" Once again he
opened his eyes, and looked up to meet him. They were wide and
guileless. "I won't. I'm going to stay with you forever."

A soft smile touched the general's
lips, not one of amusement but of genuine emotion, his ancient heart
touched by the simple words. He leaned down and nuzzled his son's
cheek gently. "I hope you continue to feel that way."
'Forever', as he knew, was a long time. Much could change in that
many years... people could change. But there was a simple quality of
innocence around Sesshoumaru that he hoped would never change, and
that he hoped would remind him of those words... There were many,
many worse fates than to have his beloved son for an eternity, and
not many better.

"I will," Sesshoumaru
swore with the conviction of one too young to know better. He did not
yet understand that people could change... He should, given the woman
who was his mother and the way she had suddenly uprooted him to drop
him at his father's castle, but it didn't seem to have made an impact
on his mind. How he could still be such a trusting creature with the
experience of living with his mother was one of the beautiful
mysteries of the great soul his father knew he had.

The boy yawned. He had such cute,
tiny fangs, and a pink tongue that stretched out surprisingly long
for a moment before he closed his mouth with a shake of his head and
snuggled close again. "I'm tired, father. Will you be inside
me?"

"I think you're too tired for
that tonight," he deferred, stroking his hair regretfully.

"No." He shook his head,
although without opening his eyes, and gripped his clothes again.
"I'm not too tired. It helps me sleep."

"Are you sure?"
Sesshoumaru nodded, and he smiled a little. Well, he really was not
able to deny him...

He shifted the young body on his
lap, changing with a thought the shape and detail of his own
clothing, so much easier for a being of his age and power than
physically manipulating the psuedo cloth, so that it revealed his
semi-firm member. Sesshoumaru had probably never seen him limp, in
truth; just being around the boy brought a smile to his lips and
blood to his sex. There was some indefinable air of life and simple
Sesshoumaruness around him that was a powerful aphrodisiac. The soft
sigh of anticipation that breathed over his chest was laced with the
same, and made him stir again without even a touch. By any extant
gods, Sesshoumaru had no idea what he did...

He slid his hands up the length of
Sesshoumaru's legs, pushing his robe with them and exposing the pale
flesh of his thighs, as perfect and delicate as everything else about
him. His fingers caressed the curve of his buttocks; one hand stayed
there to support him, but the other slid between, mindful of his
claws so that he would not scratch his son. He had no desire to cause
him any pain.

A pleased noise escaped
Sesshoumaru's lips as two fingers slid inside him almost without
resistance. "You part easily for me today," he noted in a
murmur, as his fingers slowly stroked his internal walls, preparing
him for further intrusion.

"I had a candle and I
pretended it was you." Sesshoumaru sighed again, his head
leaning on his shoulder, readily saying something someone older would
have been embarrassed over. He hoped his son would never lose that
quality.

He could picture the look of
concentration on Sesshoumaru's face as he knelt, kimono hiked up,
pushing a length of candle that slowly disappeared inside him, not
really knowing what he was doing, and the idea brought him pause.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked in concern, stroking his
thigh with his thumb.

"No, it didn't hurt, but it
wasn't the same." He shook his head in the father's chest again.

"Good." He shifted his
fingers again, spreading them. "Come to me before you do that
again," he cautioned. "You can easily hurt your body."

"But you will never hurt me,
right?" Sesshoumaru asked with those wide-open eyes again,
suddenly looking up at him in all seriousness.

"Right," he agreed with
a small smile, admiring his innocent face. "Here comes the
next..." He pushed his third finger inside of him, all of his
claws tilted together to avoid scratching him. A small expression of
concentration passed over his face, but he saw no look of pain, and
his heart swelled with pride, as his member throbbed with desire.
Every tiny movement he made and expression he formed was utterly
beautiful.

Sesshoumaru sighed again, and
leaned his head on his shoulder again as he allowed himself to be
stretched. He seemed so trusting again, so calm and innocent as the
fingers invaded his body, exploring him deeply. It was a lot to
bear...

"Are you ready?" he
asked finally, looking down at the white head on his shoulder.

Sesshoumaru nodded, squirming
gently in anticipation. He could have no idea how enticing that was.

"Relax," he murmured,
sliding his fingers free. Sesshoumaru obeyed instantly, going limp
against him, and he picked him up with his hand under his arms. He
was like a rag doll, allowing himself to be moved, so trustingly. The
only sign he showed of anything but utter trust was the heart
fluttering in his chest - and that was a sign of eagerness. There was
no smell of fear in the room, and that was good, for he could not
bear for his son to fear him...

He moved him squarely into his
lap, shifting so that his hard member met his son's ready entrance.
Sesshoumaru held his breath as he pressed within - not without
resistance, but he moved slowly and no sign of pain crossed his
features. His eyes watched his progress closely. He could gage
Sesshoumaru's growth by this... When he had first met the boy, he
hadn't dared touch him for fear of breaking him, and nothing larger
than a small finger would have fit inside him, and now less than a
hundred years later nearly half his length disappeared inside the
slight body before he felt he should stop. And he was young yet. By
the time he was physically mature, he would be able to take him
completely, knot and all...

He pulled Sesshoumaru close to his
chest and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his soft hair. He
could bring him to climax, and had a few times, but it was an odd
sight on one so young, and that truly wasn't the point... Sesshoumaru
wanted only for him to be inside of him, and saw this as an exchange
of intimacy, seeking no further pleasure.

A happy sigh was breathed over his
shoulder, and then his son surprised him by wrapping his arms both
around his neck and looking up at him. He looked down, back into his
bright gold eyes. "I love you, father," Sesshoumaru said,
and embellished the simple phrase with a brief peck upon his lips.

Surprised, but no less gratified,
he smiled a little and stroked his son's hair. "I love you too,"
he answered. "Rest now."

"Yes," he agreed,
settling his head on his shoulder and obediently closing his eyes.
"Will you finish?" he asked wistfully.

"Of course." Anything
for his Sesshoumaru.

His arms settled around his son
and held him close to his chest, and he nuzzled his neck, inhaling
the perfect scent. Even without being fully buried in him,
Sesshoumaru could bring him to a climax without another touch, and so
he did again, his hands running lightly down the delicate form and
his tongue caressing the delicate neck, bringing in the taste of him.

For many long minutes, almost a
quarter of an hour, something more than simple pleasure flowed
through him, and he emptied his seed into the most perfect creation
of that seed. He had only to taste him or take a breath of his scent
and another gout would leave him, filling the young body he held so
protectively close.

Eventually he expended himself,
and nuzzled the white hair with quiet pants, leaning back into his
fur. Sesshoumaru was already asleep, with his face nuzzled into his
neck and a smile curving his lips.

With a smile of his own, he leaned
his head back to watch the ceiling and breathe. One hand caressed his
son's body gently, running through his hair slowly, then stroking his
swollen little belly, distended with the fruit of his lullaby. He
would not be getting up again this night, but he did not mind.
Perhaps they would still be joined in the morning

It would not be such a tragedy if
Sesshoumaru never learned to sleep in his own bed. If he could wake
to his son's face every morning, he would be a happy man...

As he lay down and tucked his fur
warmly around them, he could not banish his smile, and he stroked
Sesshoumaru's hair gently as he closed his eyes to sleep. If only he
never had to sleep and he could admire his son's beauty for all the
hours of the night...

~end~
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