Curiosity Killed the Horcrux
Prompt by SleepyMangaHead: "I have a prompt for a continuation of Chapter 9. Where L finds out Raito actually isn't Kira but his insane split personality (Tom Riddle) is. Of course Raito (Harry) is still as smart as canon Raito, but without being a megalomanic or even knowing about Tom. And as a strange prompt for a continuation of that canon, Dumbledore gets proven right about the power of love when Tom Riddle is exorcised by L and Raito having sex."
Author's Note: First of all, I want to say thank you for putting so much thought into the prompt. It makes me think you are enjoying these little ficlets of mine. Secondly, since these prompts are intended to be for One-Shots, I don't think I'll be able to cover everything this prompt entails, but will try to incorporate what I can into the one-shot I have planned for this.
Premise: "In Which Lord Voldemort Finally Feels Regret"
Warnings: More-than-Slightly on the cracky side (see: death of Horcrux by implied L/Raito boning), implied voyeurism of said boning, boning-as-a-headache-cure, general shenanigans. UNBETA'D.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing of either of these properties. This is a means for me to write and do things while taking a break from other fics, or RL writing projects (cough Project Death Sparkle on WordPress cough).
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When he had heard tell from Wormtail that the Potter boy was missing and presumed dead, he had been furious. Not because his enemy was, in fact, out of his way, but because he knew better, and was furious his servants were so useless as to not have figured it out on their own.
Seventeen years. The boy had been allowed to run around, unchecked, for seventeen years, because he supposedly loyal servants were too lazy, or too cowardly, to investigate the matter without prompting.
It went without saying that those too lazy were made examples of...he had no use for sloppy servants. The cowards were punished, but spared. Cowardice, at least, could be molded into obedience. Even so, the fury burned.
These were the supposed best of the best, the richest and most influential of the Pure-bloods—members of the Sacred 28, for the most part—and they hadn't thought to use magic to verify the brat's death.
It was enough to drive one mad.
Still, if what he suspected was true about the night he'd been temporarily banished, he had other means to track the boy.
He closed his eyes, opened his mind, and searched...
…
sweat-slicked skin—pale and bare—appeared before him like a mirage. It was hard to understand what he was seeing at first, til the bare figure stepped closer.
Hair...short, dark, wiry...dominated his vision, and...was that..? What was the boy...?
Merlin and Morgana, WHAT HAD HE DONE?
Regret, like he'd never felt, raged through him. Regret that he hadn't killed the boy first time. Regret that he'd not been harsher in his punishments of his servants. Regret that he'd chosen this particular method of tracking the nuisance. Regret.
Overwhelming, overpowering, all-encompassing.
He jerked, something snapping back into place.
He felt a little more whole, but could not spare the energy to think on it now.
For now, he needed a drink…
. . .
Raito tried to ignore the blush creeping up his neck as L perched next to him on their mussed bed, unashamedly naked and sweat-slicked. "Does Raito-kun still have his headache, or have I succeeded in curing it?"
Considering what said "cure" had entailed, he was hard pressed not to flush an even darker red. Even so, there was...something...that was different. A lightness, maybe, that he hadn't felt before, like he'd been living his whole life under a weight that had suddenly been lifted.
"You were right...the headache's gone."
L smirked, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. Raito blanched. "That doesn't mean you have carte blanche to accost me every time I have a headache in the future. We need to get some work done, and my father..."
A thin finger pressed to his lips. "Raito-kun protests too much, I think. You like it when I accost you."
"That's not how that quote goes, and that's beside the point. We're in the middle of an investigation—!"
He squeaked as L's hand wrapped around his—well, anyway, his hand was doing things that they had no business doing before he was recovered enough to fully appreciate them. "Are you a goddamn machine, Ryuzaki?! We just—"
"It's time for Raito-kun to shut up now." L leaned forward to press his thin lips to his.
"...shutting up."
What followed was...well, frankly nobody's business but theirs, and left him with a persistent blush for the next three weeks.