Author's Note: This series of 100-word drabbles describes the passage into young adulthood of Sesshoumaru through his intense, turbulent, and intimate relationship with his father, the Lord of the Western Lands. The 10 entries here were originally written for the prompts at the LJ Comm 36IYEroticTales. I am grateful to the Comm and its mods and members for providing a supportive space in which to begin this project. If I continue past 10, the prompts will be my own and posted only here and at AFFnet.

Backstory: Though it can be read in line with canon, this fic is based on the AU fic "CLAIMING KIN" that I co-write with TalonSage in which InuTaisho does not die and his son grows to adulthood as the young lordling of the Western Lands. Their relationship is loving but always tense, as Sesshoumaru must someday fight his father for dominance, though he is determined to find a new way – to live in a kingdom ruled by two alphas, father and son, in a way that has never yet been achieved.

Warnings: I interpret the father/son pair as erotically charged and sexually intimate in "doggy" ways. Hence, these drabbles contain yaoi and inucest. Some D/s, S&M, angst, some lemon, and WAFF, too. Also, if you don't like little glimpses and prefer regular chapter fic, this is probably not for you. I enjoy the challenge of making little 100-word nuggets that pull as much as possible from each word; you may not, and that's fine. Just know that telling me to "make them longer" is not a useful critique.

My Lord Father

1: Giving Orders

Your eyebrow arches with subtle power as you feel the hint of resistance within me at your command. I do as bid—I am always loyal, I honor and respect your leadership above all. And yet, I pause now in ways I never did. A moment passes between your order and my reply, and we both feel it as though it were the passing of an era. I still belong to you, my Lord Father, as I always will. But I am coming into my own. We both feel its onset. No punishment or mounting will change this inexorable passage.

2: Love

When all is still, I glide into your chambers to find you, massive and beautiful, dozing in your chair before the fire. I slip into your lap and become small again. Your fur wraps me and your hair caresses me as you lean down, eyes drifting open and burning their love into my hardening heart. Keep me supple, Papa. Part your lips and claim my mouth. Let my kiss speak: I belong to my Lord Father. Your hardness stirs beneath my hips, spurring my own. No lesson, no test: just like calling to like, alpha to alpha, father to son.

3: Freedom/Restraint

You bind me hard and beat me for my disrespect once again, my Lord Father. Yes, I hold contempt for your concubines. Do you not demand honesty in all things? Mother may be strong and wise enough to tolerate your excesses. I am not. We both know that the strap, however lavishly applied, will change nothing. Your punishment will exhaust us and launch a merciless intimacy that will fill me then leave me barren. Never give me freedom, Papa. Welt then claim the pale flesh of your one true son and heir. For this ripe moment, belong to me alone.

4: Gentle

Those who have seen my Lord Father issue decrees, command troops, or transform into the massive canine beauty of his true form know well the enormity of his power. But he wields his might in other, more subtle ways that only a privileged few glimpse. Slipping into bed beside me after a long day a ruling the kingdom, Papa wraps my lanky body in his arms and presses his warm lips to my forehead. "How grateful I am for you, my pup," he grunts, and, despite our unavoidable struggle, I whimper and know myself loved as few others ever will.

5: Rings/Jewelry

"To whom do you belong?" you demand, voice growl-thick with possessive dominance, as you slide the slender, hand-wrought silver band down around my stiffening cock. Decorated with my name and polished to a soft-edged sheen, I look down at it, mouth agape. "I belong to my Lord Father," I reply, my voice an awed hush. As you fit it down to the base, I gasp, feeling it trap my erection for your zealous gaze. You step back to admire the handiwork, and I bask in the richness of your husky declaration: "My precious Sesshoumaru is so beautiful for his Papa."

6: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Whore is too good a word for such as her, and yet you give her your fuck as if she deserves it. You'll pup her; I can smell it from where I stand, hidden from view. I am disgusted but mesmerized by your groans and her pathetic declarations of love. How can you need this, Papa? When you pound into her so hard she cries out, I must look. I peek and find myself instantly pinned, paralyzed by your gaze. You always know, Papa. Your eyes flare, but I am willing and able to pay the price of my curiosity.

7: Garden/Flowers

I stroll with my Lady Mother through her high-walled garden, thick with blooming vines and ripening fruit trees. She is serenity itself, wherever she goes. Mama's poison is exceptionally toxic; her love for Papa is equally potent. My birth nearly took her life. My rearing has been no less challenging. "His appetite is as indomitable as his will, my Sesshoumaru," she smiles. "I do not begrudge his indulgences. I know he belongs to me—and to you, child." I snarl and stomp off, crushing cherry blossoms beneath my boots, even as the truth of her words forces its way in.

8: Hotspring

There are times when the castle, for all its vastness, becomes claustrophobic. Just living in my skin, feeling the swell of my poison: it's as if the walls are closing in. I spend hours pacing, resisting responsibilities, resenting everything and nothing. As the sun sets, I finally flee, vaulting skyward and heading for a mountainside hotspring to soothe aches I can barely name. But as I slip from my garments and into the hot, soothing water, I still feel your aura. No matter how far away from you in body, I still belong entirely to my Lord Father. I howl.

9: Discipline

I have been bound to a bench and beaten with leather strap and braided whip. I have been publicly mounted, that Lords and Ladies alike might witness my Lord Father's absolute power. And I have been made to perform tasks so menial as to make even a servant pause. All of this I bear as proudly as I am able, even haughtily when I can muster it. Only one punishment destroys me, and how well you know it. When you banish me from your sight, Papa, I can only hope it slashes your heart as deeply as it does mine.

10: Moonlight

It is wolves who howl at the moon, Papa, not dogs. Yet when you strike that sweet, aching spot within me, over and over, barreling past my defenses and my barriers--both physical and emotional--I rear back my head and howl. I yelp and whimper and whine for my Lord Father, for your indomitable will, the heft and might of your cock, the inexorable pounding you give me on this full-moon night. You come to me, so much more than a lover. Just for this night, I am all: Papa's whore, Papa's bitch, and Papa's purebred son and heir.