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

A/N: Sighs life continues to get even more complicated than before if possible but nonetheless here is the latest chapter. Enjoy! Oh and I'm currently proof-reading the previous chapters I know they have a number of mistakes and I'm doing my best to correct them but please forgive me if I have overlooked anything.

And as far as I am concerned Sesshoumaru's huge furry boa is his tail, but Inuayasha doesn't know that hehe

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 chill of the night air caused the hanyou to shiver more than once and it was all he could do not to lean into the warmth the older youkai radiated freely. All the while he tried to absorb as much of the experience as possible, he had never gazed upon scenery in such a way before and it left him in awe.

The gems twinkling more brilliantly than ever scattered along the blanket of darkness and the moon appeared larger and more radiant than he had ever seen, he felt if his hand could stretch a bit further he could pluck those burning lights from the sky.

Inuyasha was more than a bit curious as to where he was being taken after getting over his apprehensiveness realizing that he was at a major disadvantage and if Sesshoumaru wanted to drop him he would have done it by now though it didn't stop the hanyou from cursing himself for going along with such an insane plan.

Dammit his robes were usually more than enough to keep the cold at bay but they didn't provide as much comfort in the air it seemed and it was all he could do to keep him teeth from chattering.

The hanyou was startled when for the first time since they had been in the air the ice prick had made a move or rather his attire did….eh? The furry, pristine white thing the pure blood youkai usually had draped over his shoulder had snaked around his waist, entwining around his arms, wrapping around his neck finally.

His body was stiff with tension, his mind racing was the bastard gonna strangle his with this contraption, after all his gory bloody fights this damn oversized piece of fluff was gonna end his life as surely a boa constrictor coiled around its prey. The hanyou was about to start thrashing and hurling obscenities until he realized it hadn't squeeze or choked him or anything but rather it was….rubbing against him and if this thing could talk he was pretty sure it'd be purring. WTF?

Honestly this was just weird, but what was even weirder he found himself liking it. But come one you can't blame a hanyou especially when he was literally freezing to death and was thousands of feet off the ground standing by his sworn enemy all tangled up in this fluff thing that was soft and warm and giving him a very comforting tingly feeling he didn't mind really, not to mention its scent was so deliciously reminiscent of its owner and he couldn't help the guilty pleasure of breathing in deeply and snuggling into its warmth. Inuyasha could really make do with of these hmm maybe he could persuade it to leave stone face and come join him.

He was pretty sure he would be a much more receptive owner. Feh

Snorting internally he wondered how that would go over with its current owner.

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While the younger demon was lost in his musings, a silly smile gracing his face. He failed to notice the elder youkai looking at him with a gaze akin to adoration and wonder.

This Sesshoumaru was in a state of awe, never had he seen such an expression on the hanyou's face, he was relaxed, calmed, unguarded. That had never once happened in his presence and he felt utterly flabbergasted.

It was all he could do not to reach out and take him into his arms, but he knew what a foolish decision that would be. It was much, much too soon for him to make any such advances, he had no illusions that the hanyou would be welcoming in any manner. So he violently pushed away such urges and continued to bask in the surreal scene before him.

He had known his mate was cold as hard as the half-demon had tried to hide it he would be blind not to notice the slight shivering of his form and the way he crouched trying to keep warm. It pained that there was no comfort he could offer his young mate that would not be rebuffed. Tormented by his mate's silent suffering he finally decided he could no longer stand by and do nothing.

So bracing himself for the anticipated rejection, he unfurled Mokomoko-sama and allowed it to swaddle the hanyou in its furry, warm embrace. Immediately he felt the stiffening of the red-clad demon's frame and unknowingly held his breath hoping for once the hanyou would accept his aid.

What were merely a few moments passed by with exceeding slowness for the taiyoukai before the hanyou reluctantly loosened up and accepted his gesture. A surge of triumph flooded his being and he felt his flagging hopes become renewed. The task before him didn't seem so insurmountable and he could only hope he had enough patience to wear down the hanyou's defenses, gaining his trust.

It would be no walk in the park. After all the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon his mate he knew it would be many, many years before the younger demon would ever fully trust him, if at all. And he was willing to wait the rest of eternity until the day his mate would freely accept his embrace because he loved him.

That's write the big bad Lord of the Western Lands was in love with his half-demon baby brother.

For years he had been in denial, he had refused to acknowledge that he felt any sort of affection for the hanyou in the least. He allowed foolish, inconsequential beliefs that he was the reason for his precious father's death, that he was an abomination, a smear upon his family's reputation.

But the first time he had ever laid eyes upon the hanyou he had felt such magnetic pull towards the golden-eyed child as though a part of his being recognized and accepted him in a way the pure-blooded demon had never understood or even realized and so had begun his obsession with his younger sibling. It was incomprehensible how he had managed to leave the innocent, defenseless hanyou behind. His prejudiced objections towards his human blood had given him the force to leave, but it could not have prevented the arbitrary, nagging thoughts of the hanyou that had driven him to distractions at times.

Over and over the image of the child demon would flash before his mind's eye. He would blatantly refuse to admit he cared in the least what happened to the hanyou, though it had done nothing to stop him from desperately seeking him out when the thoughts became more persistent and too unbearable. Just to reassure himself the hanyou was still alive and breathing under the guise that he would erase his existence once he was old enough to put up a decent fight.

Honestly it was amazing how long he managed to delude himself, but eventually his charade had fallen to pieces, by the actions of his own inner youkai no less. It was more than a little ironic. And now he couldn't force those feelings back into the secure box he had placed them in for so long and they had overrun all his preconceived notions and his carefully crafted justifications, brushing them aside all too easily by the strength of his emotions and now the deepened bond between them that had bound them all the more closer.

If asked he could not pinpoint the exact time when he began feeling any sort of attraction for the hanyou. During their encounters over the years Sesshoumaru had observed how the younger demon had developed. His body had matured, no longer gangly but there were now defined muscles and his skin was no longer as pale but had become a smooth rich creamy colour. His face had lost most of its baby fat and the angles of his face became more pronounced. The mane of silver hair was unkempt and tangled, but the daiyoukai knew with proper grooming it would become spun silken slivery threads.

His appreciation of the hanyou's physique had always been subconscious, not something he had been willing to acknowledge. Yet in the same way the hanyou's appeal was not lost on him. He was a strong, skilled fighter and while he lacked discipline and manners along with his inferior human parentage, his demonic traits were more than enough compensation. Inuyasha would be a prized mate for any demon who could look beyond his brash exterior and human heritage.

The pure-blood demon did not know what the future held or where their lives would taken them, but he knew where his place was and exactly where he wanted to be and that was by his mate's side. After the war that had taken place while Inuyasha had been bound to that accursed tree Sesshoumaru had delegated many of his responsibilities to his advisors. Allowing himself the opportunity to travel and do as he pleased. Every once in a while he would return to his palace and inspect the overseeing of his lands and then he would leave again. Upon his every visit his advisors would beseech him to once again to take up his official duties, but he continued to brush them aside. That not to say the daiyoukai was not aware of everything that went on within the walls of his domain.

Early on he had realized that while Inuyasha was out there, not within his reach he could no longer go about his duties undisturbed. His thoughts were plagued by the hanyou and often he found himself restless and irritable. Once he had heard news of Inuyasha's revival along with the appearance of a demon of great power causing a disturbance he decided it was the perfect time for him to settle the score between him and his half-brother.

Under the guise of desiring their father's infamous sword, Tetsuaiga the elder demon had set out with every intention of putting an end to the hanyou's existence. Yet months had passed since then and his original plans had changed drastically, he had lost his arm, had taken a human child as his charge and had had various encounters with the hanyou since then that had not ended in a bloody fight to the death.

Never once he had suspected things would have taken such a turn and now it was their common goal to destroy Naraku who had been a source of annoyance to the Great Lord. Rin along with Jaken were back within the safety of his lands and now he and his mate were but several minutes away from arriving at his castle where he would endeavor to show all that this Sesshoumaru had to offer as his mate and finally restore him to his rightful place, at his true home in the Western Lands.

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While the ride had certainly been exhilarating Inuyasha was eager to plant his feet firmly on the ground, not to mention put some much needed distance between the asshole and himself who's presence had unnerved him greatly. However he felt a smidge of regret for the loss of the furry being that had kept him warm and had given him comfort.

They had begun to descend slowly and soon enough the hanyou could see lights and a colossal structure situated atop a hill as it over looked a town or rather a city. Then he took notice of the massive walls surrounding the settlement, the towers and the arches and the evident guards on patrol. But what had been his final clue was the numerous flags fluttering in the wind bearing the insignia and official seal of the Lord of the Western Lands.

Oh good god the bastard had taken him to his bloody fortress, he was in the very heart of the elder demon's kingdom and he was shaking in fury and a good bit of fear. How could this being happening? He was so goddamn stupid for even trusting the ice prick for even one minute. And was this punishment to be surrounded by Sesshoumaru's minions who wouldn't hesitate to rip him apart and would probably try to kill him in his sleep.

He had always avoided being around youkai as much as possible and he knew the asshole didn't associate with low-levek puny demons as that demented spider-shit, Naraku. Inuyasha would have to face their disgust and contempt for him, his obvious inferiority not only in blood, but in behavior.

That motherfucker had brought him here to be humiliated and insulted!

The hanyou's skin was quite thick after all the taunts and cruel comments that had been made at him expense over the years. He knew what both demons and ningen alike thought of him, he was a disgrace, an abomination, he did not deserve to be alive. As a result he knew exactly what reception he would be getting if he allowed himself to taken there. Inuyasha had enough scars and painful memories to carry him through the rest of his miserable existence and he absolutely refused to allow the daiyoukai to put him in such a demeaning situation, he would not be at their mercy. He wouldn't have it!

So he spun around and faced the pure-blooded demon for the first time since they had left the ground. His fists were clenched and his eyes were narrowed in anger, his youki had risen in response to his feelings of rage and fear.

"Take us down now!" he commanded his face flushed with fury.

The elder youkai merely glanced at him before choosing to ignore his order. The hanyou became even more enraged at the asshole's blatant refusal and growled, "If you don't take this fucking cloud down now I will fucking jump and take my chances with the ground."

That certainly got his attention for the elder demon's eyes widened slightly in disbelief before he lowered them to the ground a mere half mile from the city walls. Once they had landed Inuyasha immediately stalked off away from the city into the dark forest. Grumbling and cussing loudly, before the daiyoukai easily caught up to his hurried pace and captured the younger demon's wrist in his hand who in turn spun around in anger, wrenching his hand out of his grasp.

Hissing dangerously, "Don't lay one friggin' finger of me you sonofabitch! Don't even come near me! Go back to your shit castle with your ratshit minions and stay the fuck away from me!" Before he turned hastily and ran off in the opposite direction. But the bastard would not give up on him that easily and gave chase.

Who unsurprisingly had little trouble overtaking the furious hanyou, blocking his path, demanding he stop his childish antics and tell him what he had don't wrong.

In turn the hanyou had merely rolled his eyes and scoffed, "No you haven't done anything wrong, I'm the dumbass who actually thought to give you a blasted chance. But once again you go and stab me in the back and I'm the moron who fell for it!"

The elder demon's brow furrowed in confusion as he asked, "What did I do Inuyasha? Tell me please I don't understand how I upset you."

"Oh you don't understand dipshit? You honestly expect me to believe this wasn't your plan the entire time that you weren't just bidding your time to screw me over."

Sesshoumaru finally lost his composure as he literally growled, "I have no goddamn idea why you're acting like I was trying to kill you. You are not telling me what the fuck I did wrong! And Inuyasha if you don't answer my fucking question I will place you over my goddamn knee and cut your ass boy so answer me!" His eyes were tinged red and his voice had deepened and attained a coarse quality that alerted the hanyou that his inner demon was influencing him.

However the half-breed was dumbstruck, he had never once seen the elder demon fly off the handle like that much less lower himself to actually cursing, snorting internally he hadn't actually thought the stuckup asshole even knew how to cuss. Snapping out of his musings, he resumed his glaring at the daiyoukai.

"You want to know! Well I'll tell you! You were planning on fucking taking me back to your shitting castle with all your high and mighty sycophants who would take great pleasure in beating the shit outta me for being a blasted hanyou. And you! You would have stood by and watched as they told me just how worthless and disgusting I am. You were going to dump me at their feet to be part of your mindfuck games and let them play kick around the hanyou around weren't you?

"That was your whole scheme, but I saw right through it and I am not going to allow you to fuck me over. I have spent my entire fucking life having snobby, good-for-nothing demons make me feel like I was shit all my life and you were the worst of all, my own half-brother who wanted to gut me for the fact we shared the same father and I wasn't good enough to be a part of your family because my mother who was a good and kind woman just happened to be a human! It's not my fucking fault I'm a hanyou, I didn't ask to be born, if you want to blame someone take it up with our blasted father who went and died and left my mother and I to face the contempt and cruelty of those nasty humans.

"You weren't there for every single day of my awful life where they were all out to get me. Where they wanted to beat the demon out of me, they wanted to make me suffer for what I was! You don't know how they tortured and allowed my mother and I to suffer until she lived out the rest of her days in pain and left me alone to deal with those monsters. While you lived in your cushy palace surrounded by servants at your beck and call never once knowing what it was like to feel your spirit break and your body wracked with pain and hunger left to suffer in the cold with not one single bloody soul caring a shit if you lived and all of them just hoping with every last breath you would die!

"But I didn't die! I survived and I grew stronger and I made sure I would never be at their mercy that I would be strong enough to protect myself and I am! So scurry back to your palace alone because I'm not going with you so I can relive all those horrors all over again. Go find some other miserable piece of shit to play along with your fuckery 'cause I'm outta here."

Once again the elder demon refused to let him pass, standing directly in his path, his face unreadable as he gazed at the hanyou with blank gold eyes. Then in a move too fast for the eye to see or for Inuyasha's distraught mind to comprehend the daiyoukai had closed the distance between then and was standing before the hanyou his arms clasped around him in a gentle, unyielding embrace.

The half-demon began to struggle and yell and kick and scream and still the pure-blooded demon refused to let go if anything his hold tightened, never budge, accepting Inuyasha's abuse unflinchingly till all the fight had left the hanyou's body complete and he sagged in exhaustion in the arms of his mate who cradled him tenderly, stroking his hair and wiping away the tears that spilled from the hanyou's stinging eyes as he sobbed silently into his brother's chest, his frame trembling with the force of his sobs that wracked his body as he shuddered and quivered in fear and exhaustion and sorrow.

And though it was softer than a whisper, no one could have heard it beyond the daiyoukai as his mate muttered incessantly, "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

The Lord of the West merely continued to embrace him and replied, "I know." In his mind he answered, "I hate this Sesshoumaru as well."

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The daiyoukai hadn't known what to expect when his mate had suddenly he demanded they descend immediately, he was eager for Inuyasha to arrive at his home and while he felt a bit of guilt for brushing aside what the hanyou had said he felt all would be well once that made it there. However his mate refused to be ignored and when he threatened to jump the older demon had no choice but to obey.

He didn't know what had gotten into the hanyou, but considered it was a result of his frequent mood-swings that had neither rhyme nor reason. They had not yet touched ground before Inuyasha stormed off in a flurry, sparing not a glance at this Sesshoumaru who was sufficiently alarmed and puzzled by his mate's uncalled for behavior. He wanted to know what had happened, or better yet what he had done to upset the hanyou.

Things had being going so well, they had been making progress he thought, that Inuyasha's little test was exactly what he needed to build up the relationship between his mate and himself, but in an instant it was crumbling to nothing and he was in panic something had disturbed the half-demon and now it was all he could do to get away from this Sesshoumaru and it pained the elder demon immensely though he allowed none of his distress to show.

Chasing after Inuyasha he had demanded an answer from the petulant half-breed who merely snubbed him and proceeded to insult him viciously accusing him of playing ignorant when he in fact had no clue what he had done and was desperate to get to the bottom of it. Soon enough he was too annoyed to allow the hanyou's ranting to go on without getting what he wanted and being challenged and attacked in such a manner angered his inner youkai for his beta's outright disrespect.

Snapping at the hanyou after losing his cool for the first time in centuries, the half-demon at last informed him in on what had been raging on in his mind accusing him of setting him up to be attacked and belittled by his servants. That his intentions had been to persecute the hanyou and cause him more suffering and pain. And silently the elder demon stood in despair as he listened to every disparaging remark his mate made against him, his hopes crushed and his entire being feeling an oppressive weigh bearing down on his shoulders, an impressive immovable lump forming in his throat and his heart being pulverized with ever word the hanyou uttered.

But that was not the worst of it. When Inuyasha began to retell of Sesshoumaru's injustices towards him the anguish he had endured at his hands, his loneliness and desperation, the horrors no child should ever have to face. The elder demon felt like a monster, to hear from the hanyou's own mouth as he rattled off his torments, his voice bitter and angry.

When the half-demon had tried to leave again he blocked him again this time he hugged him to his chest, refusing tiolet go for all Inuyasha's struggling. Every hit, every barb had pierced him with an acute sting that he accepted wholeheartedly. He wanted it all, he wanted Inuyasha to punish him, to lash out at him, to make him pay, anything to stop him from feeling so wretched.

There was nothing absolutely nothing he could do to ease Inuyasha suffering his scars that would never heal no matter how much time had passed. He was the reason the reason his mate was suffering and he was absolutely powerless to do anyhting. The pure-blooded demon had no way to comfort the hanyou, no words that could ever express how truly remorseful and pained he was for his callous actions.

So he continued to hold the hanyou for hours, rocking back and forth performing comforting, soothing gestures that eventually caused his mate to drop off the sleep. The mating bond between them had intensified the daiyoukai's suffering as he felt every ounce of Inuyasha misery compounded by his own. If he thought it would make it better he would have had himself subjected to the most brutal, agonizing tortures, but that would achieve nothing except soothe his own guilt and that was selfish.

And though the hanyou would fight him tooth and nail he would guarantee his mate was pampered and spoiled that he would never again have to fear for his life or go hungry again, that he lived the rest of his life in the lap of luxury. This Sesshoumaru would do any and everything possible to make Inuyasha happy. If he had to go and murder that pest Naraku and collect every shard of that insufferable jewel he would do it if it was what the hanyou desire.

The daiyoukai felt broken, defeated, not only was he a failure as a mate and a brother but he had dishonoured his father by refusing to comply with his last wishes.

Sighing he watched as the first rays of sunlight touched the top of the trees and chases away the linger darkness. The chill dissipating rapidly by the sun's warmth. Looking down he saw the face of his beloved mate buried in the crook of his neck his sleeping body relaxed, draped carelessly over his own as he clutched his garments snuggling into the warmed radiating from his body. It was a sight he knew would not last, so he engraved the memory into his brain, the feel of his mate, his unique, enticing smell, the weight and contours of his body, the feel of his glossy mane brushing against his bare skin, his warm breath tickling his neck…

God he wished they could stay suspended in this moment, but it was a foolish, impossible thought he banished. He had things to get done before the hanyou awoke and while he knew the half-demon's innate fear of going to his palace he was determined to see to his mate's every need. The elder demon was desperate for Inuyasha to realize his fears were unfounded for everyone in his home would welcome his mate with open arms and if they did not well he would just have to remind them exactly what he was The Lord of the fucking West.

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A/N: Well that was one heck of a chapter. Honestly I have to tell you I don't know where the heck this story is going, I generally write the first thing that pops into my mind lol it seems to have a mind of its own.

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and please could you show your appreciation by reviewing. I write because I want to get better and I want to share my creativity. The only way I know I'm succeeding is if you review so please could you take a few moments and type a couple words to let me know what you think, if you have any questions, what I can do to improve this fic and my overall writing. Thank you so much for your support and I promise to update in the next 2-3 weeks.

One last thing if you are reading my other fic, Redemption I updated, I even summarized the events of the past chapters for those of you who have forgotten in my absence. And pretty please could you review I feel more than a little shitty since I haven't really received much.

Sorry for the long A/N. Thanks again for reading. XD

Sincerely,

CharmGirl24.