Within Sealed Caves

Kuragari: Hey! Welcome to my first Inuyasha fiction! I know the whole ‘mating season’ thing has been done a few times but I thought I’d also give it a go and see what happens!




Miroku tapped his staff on the ground a few times, trying to decide what to do. Sango and Kagome had taken Shippou and gone on ahead with Kilala to Kaede’s where they had agreed to wait for Inuyasha.

The hanyou had been acting strangely for the past few days. At first, the group had thought it was due to Naraku’s recent evasion of them and the disappointment of once more failing to kill him. But then, that morning Inuyasha had refused to eat anything. Even his beloved Ramen had apparently held no interest for him. That had been a red flag to them all, but when in depth questioning only seemed to make the hanyou nervous and withdrawn, they had all simply shrugged and accepted it.

That’s when Miroku had noticed it. It was subtle, and probably something the girls wouldn’t catch, considering it was easier for another male to recognize. Shippou and Kilala had probably smelled it but the kit was still too young to understand the signal and the nekotama wasn’t likely to alert the others. Her mews were hard to interpret sometimes and on something at this level, Miroku figured that she wouldn’t even bother.

Kagome had noticed the hanyou’s flushed features but had taken them for a fever, which Inuyasha had refused to let her treat. But the monk had noticed it as well, and seen it for what it was. His hanyou friend did have a type of fever, just not the kind that Kagome thought.

Inuyasha was aroused; almost unbearably so if the subtle adjusting and flushed cheeks were any indication.

After they had traveled for a few more hours, Inuyasha becoming increasingly uncomfortable and Miroku being his only captive audience, the hanyou abruptly stopped and announced that he was leaving.

After a brief order to go ahead without him, Inuyasha was gone in a flash of red and silver. And now Miroku stood in the woods, debating whether or not to follow.

He figured Inuyasha had run off in order to find some much needed relief, but he was worried about the hanyou. From what he knew of his dog-eared companion, the inu was very near his majority, perhaps even just past it, and Miroku suspected that the hanyou was becoming affected by the recent start of the demon mating season.

In which case Miroku doubted there was anything he could do for his friend, but he was concerned that Inuyasha would end up mating with the first demon, or even possibly the first human, who crossed his path on the next night.

If he remembered right, the fourth night of the rut was the most intense and he wasn’t sure his friend would be able to stop himself. Either that, or the hanyou would be sought out by other demons experiencing heat and Inuyasha would end up mated anyway, most likely against his will.

Sighing, Miroku took off in the direction of his wayward companion. He couldn’t let Inuyasha face this alone when the hanyou probably understood very little of what was happening to him. He had to be confused, even a little frightened and Miroku didn’t want to leave him vulnerable.

At the very least he could find a secure location and safeguard Inuyasha inside until the worst had passed and the inu was no longer in danger of an unwanted mating.



Inuyasha panted as he curled up near the back of the cave. Kami, his body felt like it was on fire! It almost seemed like someone had poured molten lava into his veins, and now it was all pooling, rather painfully, in his groin. He groaned and curled in on himself even farther, his claws extended and digging into the stone beneath him. His erection twitched, eliciting another moan. The head was purple and dripping before his eyes, his clothes having been abandoned the second he’d entered the cavern.

Inuyasha whimpered and clutched the stone harder, resisting touching himself in an attempt to find relief. All that had gotten him so far was more frustration with no end in sight. Damn it! He needed relief!

Once the hanyou had realized just what was happening to him he had ran from the others, afraid that if he stayed near them in this state, he would do something that he could never forgive himself for. He had found the closest cave he could, remembering his mother’s warning when he was young that someday this would happen and he would need to stay hidden until it was over.

He never imagined it would be this agonizing. Apparently he was not able to pleasure his own body and the only form of release to be found required a partner. Inuyasha didn’t dare venture outside though, if he did, he’d end up mated to someone he didn’t know… or did and couldn’t stand.

A convulsion spread through his body, starting in his limbs and ending in his cock, pulling an anguished cry from his throat.

FUCK! It hurt! Tears gathered in the corners of his golden eyes, another cry ripping loose as he convulsed again.

When his scream stopped echoing, Inuyasha’s ears shot up. There were footsteps outside his cave as an eerie sound filled the night and the hanyou shuddered. A demon. He’d been found.

Shit! He hadn’t hidden well enough. A tortured moan filled his throat and he desperately tried to bite it back, not wanting to draw whatever was out there to his cave. His entire body jerked and twitched but he tried to hold still, drawing blood as his fangs dug into his lower lip. The footsteps were coming closer.

“Inuyasha!”

A relieved, and yet somehow horrified, sob left the crumpled half-demon as he heard the familiar voice. Kami! He didn’t want Miroku to see him like this! He didn’t know what he would do! Just the sound of that voice sent shivers all over his skin, making his cock twitch and drip.

“Inuyasha!” the footsteps came to an abrupt halt and Inuyasha whimpered.

He forced open his eyes to meet stunned violet.

“Miroku…” the name was a whimper, a plea, a denial, and a suggestion all in one. There was another sound outside, closer this time and definitely not caused by the monk that stood in shock in the entrance. Inuyasha cowered from the sound and covered his face with his arms.

“Miroku… please… don’t let them in,” Inuyasha knew his voice was pathetic but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be mated to the demon lurking in the woods. Miroku would protect him, he knew he would. He moaned again, his hips thrusting against air, searching for release. “Huhn… please… don’t let them have me!”



Miroku didn’t know exactly what he’d been expecting when he reached the cave he’d tracked Inuyasha to, but coming upon his companion sweating, moaning, naked, and harder than iron certainly wasn’t it. Miroku knew of mating season, but he had never actually come across a demon in the middle of it’s effects, because that almost always spelled danger. Miroku knew that there was still a risk being around even a half-demon during mating season, but as he looked his friend over, he knew he couldn’t leave now even if he tried.

Oh, Kami-sama, Inuyasha was sexy! Those golden eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire as they bore into him, his silver hair spread around his head like a halo. The monk had always known that Inuyasha was fit, he had bathed with him on more than one occasion, but Miroku had never really taken time to appreciate all that lean power packed into the hanyou’s lithe form. He was all hard muscle and long, graceful lines, and that cock.

The sight of it alone, even half-hidden by the hanyou’s strong legs, was enough to make the monk’s mouth water.

Miroku was no stranger to the pleasures that could be found between two willing male partners. After all, sometimes celibacy proved too much for him and women would be scarce on the ground. And now he found himself responding to the aroused hanyou.

The way Inuyasha called his name was exquisite and Miroku felt his body stirring in response. The monk found himself wondering what that hair would feel like, what those muscles felt like, what that cock tasted like.

The desperate plea brought him from his musings and Miroku looked to find terror swimming through the molten gold of the inu’s eyes. At another eerie call, Inuyasha shuddered and whimpered. Miroku turned to look at the trees outside and knew that a demon was on its way to them, fully intent on gaining a mate, or even just a good fuck. He had to seal off the cavern. As a choked sob sounded from Inuyasha, Miroku planted his staff in the ground just inside the entrance of the cavern, throwing a gentle smile at his companion.

“Shhh, my friend,” he did his best to sound soothing and to keep the growing desire out of his tone. He tried to focus on the ofuda’s he was placing around the entrance. “They won’t come in. You’re safe in here, I promise. Nothing will get to you tonight.”

A softly glowing barrier shone blue as it sealed off the cavern, leaving the two men alone together for the remainder of the night. Miroku looked back at his aroused friend, feeling his cock twitch in interest, and offered up a silent prayer. Heaven only knew how they were going to make it through the night… but Miroku was determined to help his dog-eared friend… somehow…



Kuragari: so you can probably see where this is headed…