#domestic adashi is hinted

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Teaching Fools

(My friend @kwaiipootato helped me with names so... Yeah)

It started innocently enough. Jerome was preparing food for his babies when Kosmo decided he wanted some too. After being rejected a few times, the aging cosmic wolf became annoyed. He tried nudging his human brother, tripping him. Teleporting around him, trying to trap him.

But nothing worked. 

He huffed in defeat, laying down on the boy’s bed, watching him struggle to feed the animals. He’d finally forgiven the mini Keith for not only abandoning him, but for bring home two, two, heathens! 

He dared to cheat on him, with not one, but two new animals! An astral hyena, and glatatic shepherd. Yes they were still young, impressionable, Kosmo could teach him his ways. Teach them how to act, how to beg. They could be useful yet.

But, for the time being, they were inbetween him and extra food and cuddles. Perhaps his human brother needed to be reminded who is top “dog”. 

He noted how the two armatures sat at his feet. The shepherd (who looked like an over grown, blow dried, teddy bear) wiggled his tail, jumping up on occasion and bouncing off Jerome’s leg. “Ivan no,” the boy lectured as he point to the ground. The puppy whined annoyingly. 

Glaring slightly the wolf huffed. ‘This is what he replaces me with?’ The hyena was older than Ivan. His mo hawk was still tiny but he was bigger than a puppy. He’d bump his head into Jerome’s thigh off and on. “Snickers, down boy.” He was older, he knew better. 

‘Really? Snickers and Ivan? Kosmo is a much better name. You should ask Lance for advice, hell even Keith.’ 

Jerome struggled with the cage opening, he just wanted to feed his rat! Finally getting it open he placed the bowl down, while now trying to keep Raticus in his cage. Closing the door he moved to the bed. Glaring at Kosmo he nodded his head to signal him off the bed. 

‘What? I was here even before you! You want me.. oh.’ He watched as the black and white ball of fluff waddled up to Jerome. “Kosmo up. Your not getting Stompers food.” The wolf huffed before hopping off the bed. Well trying to. That damn hyena was in his way. 

He pawed at the goofy face, growling slightly. No dice, he didn’t move. Looking over his shoulder he felt anger boil as Jerome played with the little fluff ball. A snout came between his paws as big eyes looked up at him. Snicker’s tail wagged back and forth. He wanted to play!

Kosmo walked around the bed before hopping down by the puppy eating the desired chow. He didn’t like “meal worms” or “protein pellets” and figured the other two would have something similar to his diet. He was curious! He wasn’t going to eat any.... maybe. 

“Kosmo get.” Jerome pushed his snout away. “Stop, no.” Kosmo stood back in shock. ‘You dare push my face away?’ Jumping back on the bed he waited for the right time to strike, he was going to teach these heathens how to “train” their father. 

Much like he’d trained Keith. 

After placing Snicker’s food down Jerome gasped. As he stood back up a wet nose sniffed under his shirt at his back. “Khahahosmo,” Jerome giggled. He couldn’t move away very well. His room was a mess, not to mention it was super packed and small. 

He he moved forward he’d kick either Snicker’s or the food bowl, and if he went back he’d sit on Kosmo. To his left, nothing but he’d probably hurt Kosmo. To his right, a metal wall with a large rat cage against it (Raticus and the mice didn’t get along. He was more of a skunk kind of rat damn it! He grew up with Stompers!)

‘Foolish boy.’ Kosmo’s head vanished into the dark long sleeve. His head rubbed against the boy’s side earning more giggles. “K-Kahahasomo! Sthahap it!” The boy tried pushing him away. 

“Dhahahahd!” If Kosmo could roll his eyes he would. ‘Keith would have been smart enough to feed me.’  Kosmo pulled out when he heard a shift in Jerome’s laughter. Looking in front of him he ... well he would smirk if he could. Snicker’s was sniffing his tummy from under his shirt. He was standing on his hind legs, pushing on Jerome for balance. 

‘Very good, they’re learning. I may have more use for them than I thought.’ Tripping other’s up for food, causing it to fall to the floor. Training Jerome, and Lance every now and then. Kosmo is top boy, not pssh, Cuban boy. Sometimes Kosmo must remind his Keith’s mate of this. 

He moved before pulling the boy back onto the bed. A small black and white fluff sat beside him, finished with his meal. They gave each other the look before Stompers swatted at Snickers. Hissing, he firghtend the other up by Kosmo before curling up under the shirt. His nose poked out of the neck hole. 

“Dad!” Jerome knew this wasn’t over. Kosmo was still spiteful. He giggled as Stompers started to sniff around, tail swishing over his wast and lower tummy. “Eek! Sthahaompers!” This happened more often than not. The skunk liked to sleep in his shirt, it helped his anxiety to be cuddled. 

Jerome’s that is.

 As two more nodes found his neck he giggled harder. His face turned pink as a reaction. He was doomed! Little yelps and whimpers caught the eldest’s attention as Ivan tried to get on the bed. Hopping down he picked the puppy up by the scruff of his neck before dropping him on the bed. 

For someone who forced the boy to have a baby monitor in his room, Keith wasn’t really meeting the expectation. Lance was out with Hunk, Pidge, Adam  and Coran for supplies. Keith and Shiro had gone off to discuss battle tactics train like there was no tomorrow because their husbands would kick their asses if they moved their bodies so dangerously. 

“Jerome what do you,” he stopped mid sentence. Keith  covered his mouth as he let out a snort. “It’s nahahat fhahaunny!” Jerome shrieked when his soles were poked. “Dahahahd!” Keith couldn’t help it. He loved tickling the kid, it was a form of bonding. “Yeah?” He wasn’t stopping. He grabbed the boy’s ankles before tickling up and down the hyper sensitive soles. “Dhahahahahd!” Kosmo looked up in approvement. 

Keith stopped before laughing. “What, you want help,” he teased. Finger’s wiggled up his sides into his underarms. Jeorme’s hands came down to steady Stompers as he screamed and bucked. Kosmo pounced on Snickers as he tried to attack Keith. The father pulled up, looking at the hyena in shock. 

“N....no.... Snick...ers! Bha....d....boy.” He tapped him lightly on the snout before looking back at his dad. Keith was still starring at the hyena. “Dad?” Shaking his head the black paladin pulled the skunk out from the boy’s shirt. “Jerome pumpkin... um... I’m not so sure about Snickers.” If the hyena was going to attack him, he’d rather not leave him with his child. 

“Dad he’s fine. I screamed. You have to remember we lived from planet to planet for a while. If I screamed it meant danger.” A voice from the door way caught them both of guard. “Guess we should teach him the difference between screams of fear and of laughter.” Lance strode into the room. 

Kosmo huffed before fully laying on Snickers. It was going to be a long afternoon.