Disclaimer: Inyuasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Merely borrowing her characters for my own twisted pleasure.

A/N: On with the story!

Note: For this story Sesshoumaru underwent extensive regeneration with the help of demon healers and gained back his missing arm.

Warnings: Yaoi, incest, bondage, violence, smex, Kagome-bashing and vulgar language. Please click the Back button if you do not wish to continue.

Disparity

By CharmGirl24.

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The contact was like a jolt of electricity snapping him completely out of his unconscious state and into the world of the living. It was fierce and delicious and damn wicked , the feeling of being ravaged and swept away by a youkai's boundless passion and lust left him dizzied and breathless.

The hanyou didn't possess any rational thoughts, no misgivings or suspicions about the individual kissing him, no his defenses were shot to hell and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good. He didn't even have to do anything, just soak up the pleasure and relish such expert ministrations.

Perfect. It was like tasting paradise.

All too soon the pesky need to breath assaulted him and he was forced to relent and pull away from his partner. But the loss of contact kicked his brain into gear, his eyes widened comically and his teeth clenched, his lungs expanded as he was about to launch into a tirade that would certainly signal the end of his stay at the castle and his involvement with the daiyoukai.

So the elder demon did the unthinkable and covered the hanyou's mouth with his hand to stop him. By then Inuyasha was beyond furious and was ready to pulverize the ice prick to into shards so tiny that no one could possibly put him back together when he noticed Rin sleeping quite peaceful, resting against him. Forcibly clamping his mouth shut and taking a calming breath so he wouldn't lose his cool completely and wake the slumber child.

Once the daiyoukai was assured his mate wouldn't be shouting and yelling at him unabashedly he removed his hand but instead wrapped them around the hanyou as bands to prevent him from escaping and effectively immobilizing him till this Sesshoumaru was able to make him see the truth and depth of his feeling and his intentions.

But Inuyasha wasn't about to let him get a word in edge wise.

"Let me go! Now!", he hissed his violet orbs sparking with barely restrained fury.

"No." Was the single definite answer he received, feeling quite desperate he struggled briefly but it proved futile only to feel his breath catch as the little girl stirred in response to his sudden movements.

Truthfully Inuyasha was stuck behind a rock and a hard place, all the while his heart raced furiously and his breathes came in short pants when he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that a lock of black hair that didn't belong to Rin and his lack of heightened senses and superior strength.

Oh god.

No.

NO.

NO!

He couldn't honestly be this stupid. It wasn't possible for one person to be such an absolute moron. Of all nights. Of all fucking nights! He'd chosen to forget that it was the night of the new moon and he would once more be a vulnerable pathetic human.

Why! It just wasn't fair! The hanyou cried out mentally in frustration and hopelessness. For so long he had made every effort to conceal his weakness especially from his shitface brother and now he had laid to waste years of strive and sacrifice in one foul swoop.

There was no denying he was going to die or worse yet his fleeting, fragile hopes that were lingering in his subconscious were about to be obliterated. For just because the ice prick had softened his heart towards one measly human girl didn't mean he wouldn't treat him with utter contempt and aberration as he had shown towards him all his life. And there was absofuckinglutely no reason why things would change now.

So he bit his lip savagely and struggled to push back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him and the tell-tale stinging in his eyes.

The bastard was probably gonna make a mockery of him infront of his court or send him into a pit of demons ready to tear him apart in an instant, just craving the taste of his tainted human blood.

There was nothing more that could be said or done he has officially lost the fight that had been waging between them for almost his entire life. He wasn't going to beg for mercy or point out how cowardly and meaningless it would be to extinguish his life when he couldn't defend himself.

So he clenched his fists and forced himself to lift his eyes and gaze at the daiyoukai with resignation and bitterness and with one look he was swept away by the unexpected tide emotion that reflected from the ice-prick's eyes.

He had never been adept at reading the pure-blooded demon's emotions, his face often a perpetual expressionless mask that rarely deigned to show anything but scorn and contempt. However now he saw such a change in his countenance, as if the windows to Sesshoumaru's soul had been flung wide open causing him to stared haplessly at the daiyoukai ,unwilling and unable to name such foreign irreconcilable emotions that were shone brightly with a warmth that threatened to shatter the his defences against him.

Shutting his eyes in denial he shook his head trying to regain some sort of dignity and control, his mind was merely playing tricks on him, the dim light was casting illusions before him. Those unnamable feelings were false, a hoax, he couldn't allow himself to give in and accept them to be true, to do so would eat away at the fortress he had built around his heart to protect it based on the feelings of hatred and resentment he felt towards his half-brother for rejecting him and displaying only disgust and loathing towards him.

A gentle caress along his cheek extending to his jaw line startled him out of his reverie and his eyes unwillingly snapped back up, once more captivated by the looming face of the elder demon.

Finally the silver-haired demon spoke.

"Please do not consider my feelings to be a ruse or a figment of your imagination", his words echoing what had been running through Inuyasha's mind.

"It cannot be denied thus there is no point to avoid stating the obvious. You think I intend to kill you."

"I know you do!" the hanyou scoffed.

"Silence." It was a quite command but conveyed both the authority and power he wielded.

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Taking a deep breath to calm himself and strength his resolve to be reveal his true intentions and dispel the misunderstanding between them. Speaking so candidly about his feeling was a particularly difficult task for him, he had rarely been compelled to express exactly how he felt and putting his emotions into words was trying.

"Let me speak. I ask you to withhold casting judgment before I have made my case."

Though the hanyou gave no response he took his quiet to be a sign of agreement and continued.

"I do not plan to kill you or harm you in any manner. Yes I now know your secret and though you are hardly inclined to believe me I give you a binding oath that I will never you that knowledge against you.

"I am not the same person you knew nor do I feel the same way. As difficult as it may be to accept I no longer harbor any feelings of disdain or hatred towards you. I neither desire to injure you in the least nor do I wish to take Tetsuaisga from you.

"From the day you awoke after our battle till now all my sentiments have been true, there was no underlying deception or ulterior motive behind any of my actions. It may take years, decades or even centuries before you accept what I have to say and gain your trust but know this I will spent the rest of my days atoning for my actions

"My deeds are a stain upon my honour and soul, and my transgressions against you disgrace our father's memory. I do not speak these words lightly, they are not pretty lies or empty truths. But you must know I value you life above all else and I will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and happiness."

There was a deafening pause once the daiyoukai had stopped speaking and if Inuyasha had possessed his heightened senses he might have realized how affected the daiyoukai had been from the subtle flush in his cheeks to his pounding heart but sadly he remained unaware.

Drawing in a breath bracing himself as the half-demon opened his mouth to speak.

"Lies! Lies! I don't beli-" his voice breaking as he valiantly tried to reign in his unruly emotions that were on the verge or destroying the remnants of his composure.

"Why are you doing this to me?" A sob escaping from him.

The elder demon flinched, "I speak naught but the truth. I plead with you give me a chance."

"I can't! I can't!" his voice steadily rising in volume as well his mounting hysteria.

Furtively the daiyoukai glanced at the forgotten slumbering child grateful to discover she was still asleep. He needed to get Inuyasha out of here, this wasn't the best place for this to occur and he couldn't possibly allow Rin to witness what was happening. So making a quick decision he unwound his arms from around the shuddering hanyou then moved the child unto grass knowing that once he left with Inuyasha the guards would return to patrolling and would escort the child to bed.

Once he had accomplished that the demon lord gathered his mate who struggled in vain against his hold and lifted him off the ground, one arm supporting his back while the other was securely hooked beneath his knees. Then he proceeded to do something he often refrained from doing for a multitude of reasons such as the fact it was too prized a skill to be wasted on the plebian opponents he often faced who honestly didn't even deserve an iota of his attention. In addition it was one of the many powers that be been gifted to him with age and had been carefully honed over the centuries. Not to mention it was a useful advantage in battle.

Sesshoumaru possessed the rare skill termed, flashstep. In a nutshell it meant he could move at speeds surpassing even the keenest demon eye as well as enabling him to travel lengthy distances in a considerably shorter time span. However there was the drawback that it required an immense amount of stamina and concentration to sustain for any length of time and his sword skills had to be irreproachable lest he do himself harm.

Nevertheless this was a crucial turning point in their relationship and wasn't willing to jeopardize it by alerting anyone to Inuyasha's condition. So calling upon his calm and stillness of mind he found his centre, focused his emery, and soon enough the corridors and passageways of the castle were a dark blur as he adeptly navigated his way through the labyrinth.

Not a few moments later they were on the other side of the castle and they had arrived at the daiyuokai's private quarters. Entering he was reluctant to let go of his mate however he knew that keeping him in arms would do little to solve the pending issues between. So fighting his urges he placed the hanyou on one of his nearby piles of cushioning thinking it unwise to bring him into his bedroom considering the state of affairs between them.

Then he retrieved a damp cloth and went back to Inuyasha who was curled like a comma, appearing so young and impossibly vulnerable the elder demon's heart wrenched at the site, steeling his nerves and cautiously approaching his mate, the way you would a wounded animal.

Expectedly the hanyou recoiled from his touch though the foreknowledge could not have lessened the anguish this reaction caused in him. Surprisingly though the half-demon gave no other response to him, his eyes tightly shut, though silent, tormented tears streaked his pale cheeks, his body stiff with a tension to hold at bay the cries that were being stifled diligently.

For all appearance the hanyou seemed to be doing his damnest to ignore or rather forget the pure-blood demon's presence as though his current reality was nothing more than a dreadful nightmare that could be willed away if he pushed himself enough to deny the truth.

Unconsciously the daiyoukai's expression softened and his brows furrowed slightly as he tenderly wiped the unresponsive hanyou's face before reclining to reassess the situation. It was highly probable that any plea he made toward his case would go unacknowledged, but he absolutely refused to give up his primary focus which had to be on easing his mate's distress. Thus he settled down nearby gazing upon a tapestry, a family heirloom that had been gifted to him after he'd finally defeated his tutor while dueling. Without a conscious effort he began to speak.

Just soft musings as he recounted how the fight had gone down, reliving every blow he'd received, his sharp hisses of pain, his breathy pants, the grim, self-satisfied feeling of striking his opponent, the exhilaration and excitement he now rarely felt in his battles. Nonetheless the story didn't end there he went on to retell many of the precious memories he'd shared with his, no their father.

Eventually he just spoke about their sire and the kind of demon he was and what he meant not only to his people but to Sesshoumaru. The principles and code of honour he'd instilled in the daiyoukai, of the decades he's spent grooming him to become the Lord of the Western Lands.

Though he did not voice his current feelings, the elder demon never felt as close to father since his death after so many years as he felt now informing his younger brother who had not been given such a gift as to meet their father, but now he could at least know him as Sesshoumaru did.

Finally when it came time to speak of Inutaisho's relations with Inuyasha's mother the pure-bred demon was stunned to realize he no longer held any resentment or contempt towards the dead woman. Reminiscing as he contemplated upon what he now told the hanyou no longer were his thoughts or words tinged with those negative emotions, . Truthfully as he recounted the changes in his father he realized just how happy his father had been, the kind of change that made him smile far more often than the young demon had ever seen and just how jealousy and disdainful he'd felt that a mere human could achieve something he couldn't.

However now that he'd found his own mate the sense of completeness and fulfillment and purpose he'd been give revealed what Inutaisho had felt and why he had been unable to give his father the same sort of happiness. Sesshoumaru also discovered what a selfish, disappointing brat he must have been and the pains his sire had taken to reassure him of his love that he'd scoffed at.

Oh the thorns that pierces his heart as he released just how much he'd sullied his father's memory by abandoning Inuyasha and the torment he had subjected his younger sibling to. Though he knew intellectually what he'd done was wrong it hadn't till this moment struck at his core what a vile, terrible treason he'd committed, to disregard the will of his father, to have indirectly caused his death by refusing to aid him, by discarding his blood in the form of his half-brother who regardless of his ningen heritage was still their father's son.

He had gone against everything inuyoukai believed in and held dear, had attempted to justify unspeakable actions and was now forced to atone for all the injustice he'd done onto the hanyou, the twisted irony in discovering that his once scorned half-brother was now his mate and refused to have anything to do with him. That knowledge was enough to push a lesser demon to their breaking point.

As for the daiyoukai the full impact of his past actions made him realize that the chances of Inuyasha ever accepting their bond and completing it were probably nonexistent and after what he'd done he did not deserve, not had any right to expect otherwise. To think he was so foolish and arrogant as to believe his mate whom he'd rejected and wounded countless times for his entire life would surely bend to his will and relent.

With a deflated ego and crushed aspirations he resolved that he would not bother the hanyou again he would protect him from afar, without his knowledge for it was the only thing his mate seemed to want from him and far be it for him to deny the hanyou that.

Lost in his internal struggles he failed to realize that the hanyou had been lulled to sleep. His expression was innocent and serene, his rounder human features, inky black hair and porcelain skin gave him a fragility that frightened the demon lord while arousing every protective and possessive instinct he possessed.

Hesitantly he stroked Inuyasha's magnificent midnight mane and traced the contours of his face with a delicate finger savouring the moment for he would never allow himself to so again before pressing a tender kiss to his forehead and whispered, "Aishiteru little one", before arising and retrieving a blanket to cover the slumbering half-demon.

Then he settled in the furthest corner of the room and watched over his mate for the rest of the night.

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The golden, sharp beams of light roused him from sleep as well as an unfamiliar heat and overwhelming scent that set his nerves alight. Sighing softly he blinked a few times reconciling that he'd fallen asleep during the course of the night, likely just before dawn.

Whether it was the emotional upheaval he'd experienced or merely the gods playing tricks on him he failed to notice the individual sitting not two paces from him staring at him directly with now amber orbs that glinted in the sunlight.

His breath seemed to still in his chest, he could not exhale, frozen as the hanyou arose then crouched besides him, his gaze still fixed on him before he whispered in a somber, resolved voice, "I believe you. Do not make me regret it."

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A/N: Once again I did not plan on this happening, didn't even know what was going to happen, this chapter definitely wrote itself I just typed it out. So there was more angst and turmoil than usual that's saying something but at last there is a ray of hope in our dear Sesshoumaru's bleak world just when all seemed to be lost XD

Anyway I just waited to say thank you for being patient and for all the supportive reviews and I hope I didn't disappoint.

Please take the time to review I'd love to hear what you think.

Sincerely,

CharmGirl24.