Title: Bitter

Type: One-shot

Rating: T

Genre: Angst.

Dedication: Zuko from Avatar: The last Airbender. He's hott. ;D

Summary: Sesshoumaru plays on Inuyasha's insecurities. Pretty much plot-less kiss.

Notes: Um… horribly written. I just… wanted too… I don't expect any reviews on this one. xD It's that bad.

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Inuyasha frowned, tossing his backpack on to the floor of his bedroom and scattering his books around. He landed face first on the bed with a grunt, claws digging into the black comforter. I can't believe she left me for that… that flea-bitten wolf! He thought sourly, with a light growl. Rolling over on his back, Inuyasha froze at the tall figure leaning against his doorframe. "What the fuck do you want now, Sesshoumaru?"

The older demon's lips twitched up in a smirk. He loved the dark scent manifesting itself within the half-breed's. He moved his head, silver hair spilling over his shoulder. "Pathetic," He said quietly.

Inuyasha's ears twitched. "Bastard," He spat, standing up.

"Your wench left you for a youkai," Sesshoumaru went on slowly, taunting, "Even she couldn't accept you…"

"Shut up," He warned, taking a step forward.

"You're just a human's plaything…"

"Shut up!"

"Even your mother left you."

"Shut the fuck up, Sesshoumaru!" Inuyasha growled, launching himself at the youkai.

Sesshoumaru avoided the claws aimed at his head, and moved behind the hanyou in a blur. Moving quickly, he grabbed Inuyasha's arms and jerked him backwards, twisting as they fell.

Inuyasha grunted as he hit the hard floor, Sesshoumaru nearly straddling his waist, their faces inches apart. Both blinked in surprise, the half demon beginning to wriggle free when his brother's lips curved up in a sadistic smile. The youkai leaned forward, his hot breath playing over the hanyou's cheek, making him freeze.

"Sesshoumaru, get off-" Inuyasha panicked, pushing at his older brother's chest.

The demon leaned forward. "Are you afraid of me," he breathed, twisting claws in the lighter-gray silver hair. He felt his younger brother's body go rigid, scarcely breathing.

Afraid? The hanyou thought slowly, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Always afraid…

Sesshoumaru growled, pressing his lips harshly against the hanyou's who groaned and pushed away in response. The demon dug his claws into the soft flesh of his cheek, biting at his lower lip. Inuyasha whimpered softly when he pulled away, pressed into the floor for a swift moment before the inu youkai disappeared in a hurry.

He moved away from the door, his back hitting the wall. Closing his eyes, he licked the blood off his lower lip and pressed a hand to his bleeding cheek. Inuyasha struggled to regulate his breathing, his mind still detached from coherent thought. What had Sesshoumaru been thinking?

The hanyou kept trying to clear his head, to pass it off as another mind game, but his thoughts lingered on the cold inu-youkai. Sesshoumaru… Sesshoumaru tasted bitter.