Dancing Under the Moonlight

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I make profit off this work of fiction.


Fandom: Inuyasha
Rating: M
Warnings: Implied and not-so-Implied sexual themes, Incest, Gay


The clouds passed in front of the full moon, shadowing its yellow glow briefly. In a small clearing, just five miles away from the village he called home, Inuyasha waited. He was not, by nature, a patient  person, but on the second day of the full moon, he was not himself. Not like his transformation during the new moon, but, instead, his natural brash side stepped down as another surfaced. An Inuyasha raw with passion.


Triangular ears perked up at the first sound of his approaching lover. It was an intentional sound; the powerful youkai would never allow such a misstep to happen normally, but it was enough to push the hanyou even further. He moaned, a half-call into the woods, his hands fluttering briefly to his crotch.

Inuyasha had already stripped of his haori, and he was pleased to see that his lover entered with only his customary fur draped on his shoulder. The hanyou smiled.

They never spoke; it was a dance they knew by heart. Something started when the younger brother had first begun through puberty.  It was a moment where status and history meant nothing, only the love both brothers refused to acknowledge.

Inuyasha, always eager and ready, took the lead. Sesshomaru, more comfortable and experienced, allowed himself to angled and devoured. Deep moans slipped from his lips with every thrust; Inuyasha’s low grunts gradually intensifying as his speed increased.

The moon winked out once again as both brothers found their pleasure within each other. Inuyasha held himself above the other’s form, both of them panting, his silver hair falling over his shoulders. He gave a toothy smirk and broke the silence, just this once, “You came first.”

Sesshomaru snorted, he also forgetting himself under the lustful spell, and reached out his arm. He grabbed the back of Inuyasha’s head and brought it down to meet his. Their kiss was soft, gentle, something neither were. “I have to let you win sometimes,” the Taiyoukai whispered as they parted.

Inuyasha’s laughter echoed through the night.