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

A/N: Alright I know you must be displeased with me and I'm truly sorry, but this has been a hectic year with my exams and SBAs and Graduation then starting a new school, but its over now and great news I have a new computer therefore my updates are definitely going to become more frequent and this chapter is my apology to you all. I hope you enjoy it.

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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Inuyasha was stunned; he could hardly comprehend what was happening. He was by all means incredibly tired and he had no intentions of returning to his pack anytime soon. The trees had always been his place of refugee and it was no different now.

He had always been a light sleeper out of necessity and his only chance of uninterrupted sleep was in Kagome's world.

His fatigue weighed down his muscles and dulled his reflexes, he knew if he didn't get some rest he was probably going to fall flat on his face. That run had taken more out of him than he had expected out of him, but he hadn't regretted it one bit, but now he had to get some shut eye.

Choosing the tallest tree around and settling into one of the higher, sturdier branches he let himself relax and without realizing it he fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

It had not been an hour since he had fallen asleep that his rest was disturbed, he had tried to put off awakening, he was much too tired to fight and though he knew intimately the dangers of ignoring his instincts he didn't have the motivation to get up so he delayed it for as long as possible until the urgency to awaken was too great to ignore and he found himself cursing mentally for his laziness.

It seemed his life was worsening by the day, the person but a few feet across from him was last being he wanted to encounter and at the moment he was at his mercy.

Inuyasha knew he should be angry or enraged, but he felt an unsettling calm over him. Sesshoumaru could kill him this very instance and there would be nothing he could do to retaliate and he neither felt sadness nor regret at his life having ended this way.

The future was looking incredibly depressing and he didn't know how much longer he could carry on living like this. His life wasn't ever his own, being dictated and tormented by those demented miko, hunted and persecuted by humans and demons alike and having not one single person in this godforsaken world to rely on.

Was this truly the sum of his existence?

They had been staring at each other for more than a few minutes and neither of them had made a move as of yet. The more Inuyasha considered dying the more appealing it sounded and what could be more fitting than his own blood taking his life.

He had no idea what Sesshoumaru was thinking, his expression was carefully blank, he hoped the bastard would make a move already.

But nothing happened. The hanyou was getting really impatient and annoyed right now. Honestly the one time he actually wanted the asshole to kill him he settles for acting like a friggin' statue. It was official the universe was out to get him. Yep he knew it

Sighing miserably, Inyasha pushed at the elder demon's chest and leaped out of the tree, dropping lightly to the ground with unusual poise. He began walking away from the ice prick when a deafening roar pierced the silence of the night.

Ah so that was the stench that originally woke up him, sniffing the air he realized it was rat demon and from the sounds it made it was probably big, no huge and possibly vicious. Perfect. If that dickhead couldn't off him he would find someone else to do it.

Though he did feel rather irritated that some stupid low life demon was gonna be the one to put out his lights after enduring so many years of avoiding being killed, but whatever, death is death.

Taking a deep breath he walked forward towards his executioner. The closer he got, he began to have second thoughts. Did he really wanna die? Sparing a thought for all he was leaving behind his resolve strengthened. He was pretty damn sure he would have more fun in the afterlife than this hellhole. But that a stinky rat demon of all his enemies would be the one to bring him down really got on his nerves, but he had already decided he was gonna die.

Wait didn't rat demons eat their prey.

Rat food!

He was gonna be become that filthy rodent's meal. No fucking way. His body wasn't gonna be-

Before he could finish his train of thought, said demon came stampeding towards him, breaking branches, throwing up dirt and basically causing a racket.

Realsing he didn't want his executioner to be some insignificant low level demon he resolved to deliver a swift death and move on to more pressing concerns like finding a semi-worthy being to take his life. I mean it wasn't that hard to find someone willing to kill some demon especially a hanyou.

Planting his feet he designed to leave his precious sword in its sheath, this scum didn't deserve such an honour.

The demon was angrily lashing out at its surroundings, slashing at trees, ripping up shrubs and the like. Inuyasha stood gazing at the rat for a few moments from the sidelines shaking his head in amusement at the bloody mess the demon was making, soon enough the demon would probably be chasing his own tail. This thought made him chuckle drawing attention of the rodent, who obviously didn't appreciate the hanyou's presence.

His beady eyes glinted with malice and he took off, charging in Inuyasha's direction recklessly, it was a foolish move, the hanyou merely step sided him and placed a swift kick in the rat's side causing it to stumble, his amusement had ended he didn't have time to spare playing with the demon.

He launching himself upward, he used his claws to rip open the smelly rat's belly, gutting him, his innards spilling out and the rat screeching futilely as the hanyou tore him to pieces with a rare, though satisfying savage delight.

Only afterwards did he acknowledge how filthy he had become, grumbling under his breath he knew he would have to take a bath again soon, because he was already starting to stink. That just goes to show, killing was messy business, thought he his thoughts couldn't help straying to the fact that the ice pick was always so goddamn immaculate after every singly battle, it always did piss him off when he, Inuyasha looked like some dirty, little child afterwards.

Grrr, some things were just plain unfair he complained, but no matter he wouldn't have to give thought to such irritating notions because he planned on getting himself killed and he couldn't help the rather morbid glee he felt over such a decision.

Because really the pros outweighed the cons any god given day of the year and besides he might have some rather rousing, brutal fights till he gave up his hold on this pitiful life.

Where are you my little demons? Hmm I'm ready to play…

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Sesshoumaru couldn't help the feeling of utter despair and grieve over Inuyasha's rejection, yes he should have expected it, but still it had stung. It had taken him a moment to recover, but he hadn't given up on following the hanyou. He knew that if left unsupervised his mate would sooner or later find himself into some trouble and he would be there to defend him and honour his duties. Even though he had spent over two hundred and fifty years neglecting it.

Sighing he gazed after Inuyasha as he sashayed away from him, putting more distance between them. What this Sesshoumaru would do to have his mate gaze at him without something other than hatred or distain.

The youkai took a leisurely pace, knowing he could easily keep up with the hanyou without invading his personal space and causing more animosity, if that was even possible.

It was a rather cool night, a slight draft had passed and he couldn't help, but be grateful for mokomoko-sama. Ah what delicious, sinful things he would do to his petulant mate once he had him in his arms.

However his musing were cut short when he was alerted to the presence to another demon who by the sounds of it wasn't in the most gracious mood, he knew for fact that the pitiful youkai would pose little problem and for a strong, capable mate like his, such scum were unworthy of his attention.

But unwillingly to let them cross paths he had sped up only to notice that Inuyasha too was heading towards the demon intentionally. He didn't wish to interfere with his mate's plans, but the thought of letting the hanyou fight such despicable slime irked him, stirring every one of his dormant protective instincts.

Entering the clearing he saw his mate situated directly in the rodent's path, watching from the sidelines he waited for Inuyasha to pull out his sword or at least place himself in a fighting stance, but he was disappointed instead the slivered haired demon stood motionlessly as though deliberating…..

But what the hell could he be pondering at such a moment.

Unable to stand around doing nothing he was about to intervene as the rat charged into the clearing and at the last moment Inuyasha moved, in such a graceful, precise action, it stunned him, before he could sigh in relief.

Going against his instincts screaming at him to protect their mate he took up post in a surrounding tree and acted as a mere spectator. To keep himself from acting upon his urges he slammed his closed fist into the bark of the tree watching it crumble and opening his hand he dug his claws into the exposed wood and watched soothingly as his sinister poison seeped from his claws killing the tree, it would take a while before it had no more life energy, after all he was using an incredibly dilute toxin against the plant.

Why would he ever waste much effort on such an inconsequential life form for all its uses?

Sighing to himself he had to acknowledge that the hanyou made him act irrational in general, it seemed his actions no longer had a strategic meaning. His emotions often clouding his judgment, it was an odd feeling of having lost control and fumbling through his muddled feelings. Was this how humans felt, he would have pitied them if had this Sesshoumaru had a any real consideration for them.

Never once had expected what occurred next. Usually the hanyou would clumsily though uncannily carve up his opponents with brute force, rarely with any strategy or forethought. It was a wonder how he had managed to survive this long.

But he had never seen this side of Inuyasha, it sent a thrill of fright and incomprehensible lust thought his being. His half-brother was the epitome of a true predator, such powerful, swift, effective movements, that savage, primal aura. This lethal trance had made the hanyou perform such a sensual, deadly dance that shredded his foe to bits and left this Sesshoumaru feeling mesmerized, proud and terribly aroused.

This Inuyasha was breathtaking; the urge to announce to the world this stunning creature was his and only his was insufferable. He was just so feral. Warmth pooled steadily in his lower regions and he didn't notice the red seeping into his eyes until it was too late to draw back his youki.

If Sesshoumaru didn't want to act on their instincts then his inner demon would just have to take matters into its own hands, but one way or another he would possess the hanyou's body, mind … heart. This Sesshoumaru was greedy, he wanted it all. Nothing would be denied to him.

His sole attention was on baby brother, but it was only then did he notice the hanyou was gone having deal with the despicable rodent and from the scent he had left lingering in his wake, his bloodlust hadn't subsided yet. Smirking the daiyoukai was pleased.

His mate had yet to be satisfied and he was quite intrigued as to how this would all play out. And maybe just maybe he would be able to prove to Inuyasha what a capable mate he could be if only given the chance.

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The thrill of the hunt was coursing though his veins, his senses were once again heightened and he felt his connection to the forest deepen. It has been so long since he had had an opportunity to be free and unrestricted to do and go where he pleased without having to answer to anyone, being in control, his own master.

That's right no one had any hold over him.

It had been a little over a week since he had left his pack behind that faithful night and since then he had been relishing in his newly gained freedom. Oh and not to mention the brutal fights and stimulating battles had been partaking in. He had come to reconsider his original agenda, oh he still wanted to die, but not quite yet.

No he wanted to die epically, fighting the battle of his life, at the prime of his life. Living on the very edge, giving every fight his all, never holding back. Pitting himself against demons older and far more experienced than himself if only to prove he was superior, that his fighting capabilities were truly praiseworthy.

Inuyasha wanted to make his mark before he left this realm and was determined to go out with a bang when his time came. That's right no matter how far he had to journey he would defeat the very best or die trying!

But there was just one slight problem, he had obtained a blasted shadow along the way it seemed, though he kept his distance he knew the daiyoukai was ubiquitous, he had yet to interfere, but it always unnerved the hanyou to know the ice prick was observing his every move and that is what they referred to in that wretch's world as a "Stalker".

Ever since that battle they had had injuring the hanyou gravely, placing him at the elder youkai's mercy, the daiyoukai had been acting out of sorts. He had been doing the most uncharacteristic of things, and the fucker wasn't just doing it to screw with his head as it first seemed, for a moment he had wondered if there was something truly wrong with the demon, but had dashed that notion from his head, that was ludicrous after all the guy might be a complete asshole, but he had never been a psycho……until now.

Inuyasha tried not to give thought what had occurred during his stay at the castle, because he had uhh well, he had friggin' assaulted him. The stuck-up shitface had placed his nasty, oh so soft, firm, enticing- WAIT! What the fuck was he thinking, goddamn bastard had fucked him up he couldn't possibly be imagining about how good it had felt to have the youkai's strong, sculpted lithe form pressed against his own. Dominating him. Oh fuck it!

He had been having bloody wet dreams about the dipshit and it was eating Inuyasha alive to even admit it to himself, that's right he had been wondering what would have happened if he had allowed the silver-haired demon to continue with his arousing administrations. And that talk of claiming and about them being mates had stirred a growing curiosity in him, he could feel something wasn't right within himself and he had a feeling it had everything to do with the bloody bite on his neck that had left some weirdo mark that refused to fucking disappear no matter how hard he scrubbed, then there was the creepy, disturbing fact that spot was intensely sensitive and some days all he had to to was caress that mark and he would have and instant raging hard-on not to mention the fact that his usual jerking off was not even satisfying anymore he was always craving something………more.

Not to mention the ice prick was always on his case dammit he couldn't he have a good brawl because the fucker kept interrupting just when it was starting to get interesting, that meant the blood and gore, the whole nine yards. He grinned that's what a fight is all about and the dumb bastard was spoiling all his fun!

Sure along the way he had received a number of injuries, none of them he viewed as truly life threatening, but then again a gash in his torso, or a severed vein was a norm during his battles, especially when he placed his emphasis on striking at his enemy hard and fast with little consideration for defending himself.

Its like all of a sudden he had a personal caretaker which was strange, but the fact it was his holier than thou half-brother was truly fucked up. Inuyasha couldn't even hunt properly because with Sesshoumaru always around every animal within a 10 mile radius when scrambling in the other direct. He was being treared as though he was a bloody invalid andbastard walk all over him, crapming his style and dictating his every move. The hanyou told the bastard where to shove all his "assistance".

He had never had anyone to care for him and he didn't intendon going along with the asshole's sudden change of heart. Ugh the one time he actually wanted to be left the hell alone he had a tag along. The hanyou's patience was running thin and it was all he could do not to go ape-shit on the youkai and tear into him, but he strived for self-control it seemed every time he was around him he would start getting all these odd, funny feelings and want to do the most disgusting things, it was so freakin' strange and made him wanna retch just thinking about it.

Just the other day he had found himself wondering what it would feel like to touch the bastard's hair or how easy it would be to rest his head into the crook of his neck. Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!

Yep, it was official he was suffering from some disease because of all that face-planting from that wretch screwing up his mind. Hmm brain damage was a totally plausible excuse for all this random repulsive shit popping into his head, now it was only a matter of getting it to stop!

Dammit couldn't he catch a bloody break.

Sighing Inuyasha tried to clear his mind focus on finding a place to sleep rest for the night, usually he dint make a fuss about such things, finding a relative tall, study tree and settling down, but his travels had taken him away from heavily forested areas and he was unwilling to sleep out in the open, so exposed and vulnerable.

The sun was setting and Inuyasha couldn't help but admire the lovely soft, cast by the dwindling sun as it slowly died in the mountains stretched before him. Vivid rays bleeding out slowly saturating the sky with its brilliant hues taken from Nature's divine palate, the world's original and greatest artist. After all painters and sculptures could only capture beauty, not create it, there so-called masterpieces failing miserably to evoke the emotions created by such mundane occurrences as the sunset.

Inuyasha had rarely ever had the time to be so philosophical, or maudlin after all when survival was your utmost concern how could you to afford to indulge in such simple pleasures; he left that for the weak and pampered beasts shielded from the harsh realities thrust upon him since childhood.

What sort of world did he live in that a mere child would have to do without the comfort of having parents? Being forced to watch his precious mother's light dim everyday from heartbreak and sickness until her frail human nature had proven itself and snatched her ruthlessly from him, when he was but a babe and he was compelled to face the next several decades faced with contempt and loathing for what he was, for the fact he was an abomination. Because humans and demons weren't meant to mate, yet his parents had gone against societal norms and he was the result of their union.

Deserted to be condemned and persecuted for their decision, but he would never…… never hold any had distain for them, they had given their lives to protect him, how could he possibly hate him when they had sacrificed so much. What was their fault, but wanting happiness that was forbidden something so very very special in this cruel, vile realm.

Inuyasha could feel a tell tale stinging at the back of his eyes and he groaned, he was turning into a bloody girl ready to burst into tears for reminiscing about something he had centuries to come to terms with.

Ugh the last thing he needed to deal with was his inner demons no pun intended.

Growling Inuyasha scrubbed his face shaking of the despair and sadness, trying to stay focused, darkness was rapidly approaching and the stars had already began twinkling and he was still walking aimlessly along fields of rice paddies. There had to be a town nearby, a village at least.

Oh he knew he wouldn't be accepted, he wasn't stupid, but if he could crash in a shed or on haystack he would be satisfied.

Or he could always signal to his oh so willing brother to find accommodations……………………HA!

Hell would freeze over before that would happen.

Three hours later

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the hanyou screamed in frustration.

The silver haired half-demon had gotten absolutely nowhere after how many hours of walking and he was tired and hungry and pissed off and he was ready to swallow his blasted pride if it meant he would get food and a warm bed to sleep. Clenching his fists and grinding his teeth he reasoned with himself he had no other choice and he was exhausted and it was unlikely he was gonna find a reasonably secure place to rest unless he was willing to place his safety in the daiyoukai's hands………he thought not.

I'm gonna regret this.

"Hey bastard! Come out here I wanna talk to you!" the hanyou called out, he hoped the bastard would show up or he would feel like a damn moron for bothering to think the ice prick would actually meet him.

But not a minute later inuyokai was standing before him looking so unbelievely beautiful as the moonlight illuminated his ethereal form and stunned Inuyasha, he was the epitome of perfection and power and the hanyou could not brush aside the stirring he felt at the sight of the poised demon.

"What is it you wish of me, Inuyasha?" the daiyoukai inquired, the hanyou couldn't help, but feel a bit taken at back at his abnormal behavior.

Clearing his throat he spoke gruffly, "I've been wondering around for hours and I'm not gonna find shelter anywhere around here, so if you wanna proved you've "changed" I'm gonna let you take a shot at it. But get this is you try anything funny or decide to stab me the back you screwed-up fuck I'm gonna shove my sword so far up your ass you'll taste the metal. Understand!"

The bastard appeared unfazed inclining his head; he turned around, his back to the hanyou, so he couldn't see the delighted smile that had graced the youkai's face. Summoning his cloud composed of his youki's essence he stepped onto it. Turning he held out his hand to the hanyou who scowled in discontent, "Flashy asshole", before he reluctantly took the hand offered and was pulled up, his body pressed flush against the daiyoukai's. His face becoming bright red, the letting out an undignified "eep".

The older demon barely restraining a chuckled before he whisked them away.

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A/N: Wow I'm done with this chapter! I can hardly believe it, that took forever, I thought I would never get it done. I hope you enjoyed it. Once again I'm terribly apologetic for the undue wait and I pray you won't give up in this fic. Your support means so much to me thank you! Please Review and I'm gonna try my best to find more time to write.

Sincerely,

CharmGirl24.