Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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There was something about moonlight he found attractive and soothing. It could have been the silver-ivory light it emanated as it reminded him of that one fiery night of passion, lust, and actions that could never be undone.
That had been a night of the full moon, when he had belonged to the dark-haired male, whether he had wanted it or not. The passion that been spent was nothing like either of them had ever experienced before, and it was a passion he had not relived since, no matter how hard he had searched.
Where his one-time lover had gone after that, he did not know. Most of the time, he did not care. However, when the moon was full and high in the sky, shining with its silver-ivory light, he would wonder . . . and relive the magic of that one, moonlit night.