Damnation by Telanu (PG-13)

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Fandom: Petshop of Horrors / Sandman
Pairing: D/Leon
Length: ~5000 words
Author on LJ: somniesperus
Author Website: Here
Why this must be read: This fic is responsible for ever getting me to read Sandman in the first place -- though you don't really need to know it to enjoy the story. It's achingly sad and deliciously creepy at the same time, and meshes the two canons together brilliantly.


Shaking his head, putting the useless thoughts aside, D idly wondered who awaited him. A lonely, neglected child? A sexually and socially frustrated businessman? A busy housewife or mother? Either innocent or guilty -- but all of them wanting something, all of them with a need to fill, and they had come to him to fill it. He could do no less, certainly. Each received according to his deserts.

Perhaps, D thought with a small smile as he reached the beaded curtain, he should tell dear Detective Orcot that the 'D' in his name stood for 'Dispenser of justice.' That should go over marvelously well. "Who do you think you're kidding? The only thing that D stands for is Drug Lord -- one of these days I'm going to have a warrant -- "

D had to smother his chuckle as he passed through the curtain, the beads swishing and clicking behind him while he opened his hands in a gesture of greeting. "Welcome to our petshop," he said demurely, "where you may find your heart's -- "

And then he stopped dead.

"Go on and say it," murmured the figure lounging on his brocade sofa, wearing an amused smile. "I dare you."

Damnation