DISCLAIMER: Standard disclaimer applies: I write purely for my own enjoyment. Creative prowess for Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahsi.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Kagome/Naraku pairing. It will be a little on the dark side (since I can't imagine them being together any other way) with implications of rape and sadomasochism so if you are squeamish please do not read. You have been warned. There is a lemon, it is rated M for a reason.

Lonely Nights

Kagome knew that it was wrong but she couldn't prevent herself from going. She's tried, countless times, but his hold was too strong. The things that he could do for her, the pain that he could bring, the pleasure, it was indescribable. It was sick, it was twisted but she needed it, just as she needed air to breathe.

She was tired of playing the role, of being sunshine and roses all of the time. Being compared to the undead, having Kikyo constantly thrown in her face by one careless hanyou does things to a person. Especially when Kikyo should be slowly decomposing within the earth. However, she has become quite the accomplished actress.

By all rights she was in Kikyo's time and as long as she was here, as long as Inuyasha kept comparing her to Kikyo, she would never be good enough.

There was a stain on Kagome's pure heart and with each of Inuyasha's barbs thrown her way, the stain only grew. She didn't notice it however, she was too busy focusing on other things, like the constant barrage of demons trying to steal the Shikon shards she possessed.

Instead of running away from these battles as she often did, depending on her friends to protect her, she would be at the forefront of every fight. With each knock backwards onto the ground, each slash of claws tearing into her skin or nip of fangs; she would relish in the pain inflicted by the enemy and began to find comfort in them; for with each cut or bruise she was able to feel. The emptiness, the void she felt in her heart was gone, Kagome felt alive once more.

But those days were becoming a rarity, as more time passed and she came into possession of more shards. She has tried self inflicted pain but it just wasn't the same, the adrenaline was missing from the battles and soon it became tedious.

Then one day while walking to a hot spring after the group had made camp, the gods, the fates granted her mercy. Kagome couldn't help but find it highly ironic that the Gods would grant her mercy in this but had refused to give her guidance, patience, love or strength?

A stinging slap to her face pulled her from her musings. The throbbing pain that the slap left in its wake was glorious and she couldn't stop the whimper of pure pleasure that escaped her lips. His rich baritone was against her ear as he whispered.

"Now, now, now my little miko."

Their encounters had started approximately nine months previous, bred from her desire to be harmed and his interest in contributing to her demise. While completely unexpected, it was one of the few things in this era that Kagome welcomed with glee.

After another one of their gruesome battles, he had sensed a change in the miko and later while she was alone bathing in the hot spring, he observed her making tiny cuts in her arm. He decided to confront the miko and suggested an... agreement.

Kagome knew better, he was the enemy but if his attacks on her group of friends, his demented schemes were any indication to the pyschopath that he truly was, she had no choice but to agree. She sold herself, her body for his domination.

One of his tentacles reached out entwining in her raven locks and tugged savagely at her hair as he pulled her head back, azure met crimson.

"I do not like being igorned."

He reached down and cupped her face in his hands, dragging a claw against her cheek, he could smell the metalic of her blood as it trailed down her face. He looked into her eyes, seeing the lust, the longing she had for him and he leaned forward crushing his lips against hers. He nipped her bottom lip, demanding entrance into her mouth, she acquiesced. Their tongues mingling, fighting for dominance. She finally relented, allowing him to dominate the kiss, melting against him.

One of his tentacles wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms against her side as he pulled her body into his. She could feel the beating of his heart as he held his hard, muscular chest pressed firmly against her back. As she struggled, he held firm, lifting her petite form clear off the ground as he spun around and compressed her shaking body between him and a coveniently placed tree. She could feel his warm breath on her exposed neck as he held his face against hers, she felt the rough bark pressing into her bare back.

She swallowed hard, her body trembling with a combination of apprehension and anticipation. He stepped back, dragging her from the darkness of the woods, to a moonlight illuminated clearing. Her knees scraping against the rocks and debris on the forest floor, rubbing them raw.

"Ughh," she blurted out as he shoved her face down in the dirt, pinning her down with his knee pressed roughly into her lower back.

Her cries of pleasure now stifled by the ground below her, One of his tentacles reached around her and took her wrists forcefully twisting her arms behind her back. Although her face was buried in the earthen floor, she could feel his lecherous eyes roaming her body. Gasping for breath, her heart pounding, she trembled as she awaited his next move.

"P...please..." she whimpered, turning her face towards her captor. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Yes," he agreed, casting a devious grin as he took in her naked form. "You will."

A/N: This is as far as I've gotten with this story so far and I decided to just go ahead and post what I have. Please let me know if you would like for me to continue it. There are a few ideas that I have running through my mind.