Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

A/N: The last one was quite depressing but this was is going to be dark - due to the prompt and everything - so enjoy!

Warning(s): darkness, violence

Pairing(s): Kagome and Naraku


4. Dark

It was twisted. It was dirty. It was tainted. It was wanted. She had never given in to the temptation of sin before and it was addictive; he was addictive, and she wanted more.

Swollen lips clashed as hands traced bodies and black masses of hair tangled. Red and blue collided in a series of gazes before they disappeared behind ivory and peach skin. Sin; so beautifully erotic and dark, divine-like chocolate, as consequential as it, too.

Passion-heated skin moulded together as miasma swirled in rivulets around the occasional flash of green and white, black and blue, faded into a tangle of limbs.

The dark side wasn't bad. It was great. It was delicious. Lead me not into temptation. Kagome's hands travelled across porcelain cheeks and fingertips fluttered across eyelashes. "You're so beautiful," her voice reverberated in her ears as Naraku forced her to lie back. The mass of pillows and furs at her back made the action more favourable.

Naraku sat back up and seemed to hesitate about what he was going to say next, "Inuyasha is a fool for choosing Kikyou."

Blue eyes looked up into his red ones curiously, "did you not also love Kikyo?"

"When her kindness suited her."

Kagome smiled, it was corrupted and slightly sinister, "so as long as I continue to be kind, you'll love me?" Naraku contemplated her question for a moment.

"No. Kikyo was tainted from the start. Her love was incomplete because of trust."

"I do not trust you," Naraku flashed her a predatory smirk before leaning forward and hovering over her.

"Do not lie, my little Miko. It does not befit such a pure being." A giggle later and Naraku and Kagome were wrapped in another heated embrace.

"To every dark side, light is needed to reveal it. You are the dark to my light, Onigumo Naraku." Wavy, silken locks wrapped her in a veil of darkness as shadows danced in the flickering candlelight like sinister ballerinas.

"Hn."


Welp there we have it!