A Righteous Return - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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Once Upon a Time in a kingdom far away and filled with magic and dragons, there was a King and his Wizard. Together they did great things, bringing peace to the world and to its people. They were the best of friends, as close as any two men could be. Until one day the King was gravely injured defending his Wizard...

He gasped as the arrow struck his shoulder. Just between the gap in his armor. Too low to be anything but fatal. He knew that. But he was the King of England. He wielded Excalibur. He would not go down with out a fight. Of course /he/ would call him foolish for this. For defending him in this way. He was a sorcerer, a wizard, after all.

His knees gave out as the blood loss started to affect him. He barely noticed as strong arms came around him.

"It's okay." He assured the man, "You'll be okay. If... I'll return." He coughed a bit, feeling the pain. But it was all okay. His friend. His Wizard was alive. He pressed Excalibur into the man's hands.

"Return this to the Lady of the Lake. Please. It needs to be safe." He knew what would happen if it was in the wrong hands.

He didn't have much time. He knew that. He reached up and touched his Wizard's face. "Find me again." He managed before he closed his eyes, arm falling limply to his side.

The King of the Brits, of England, was gone.

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John shot up in bed, gasping for breath. He pressed a hand to his face and took a deep breath. Another nightmare. So many had piled up over the years. Loosing Arthur, the two Great Wars. Even recent events were enough to make him frightened. He got out of bed and walked over to the window. After opening the blinds, he stared out at the blinking lights. Albion had changed so much in recent time. Just the past hundred years alone. He let out a sigh.

There had been one time in all these years the had started to feel Arthur return. During the second Great War... The need for him was great then than it had been years earlier during the first. He pressed a fist to the window and sighed. "Arthur, we need you..." There was the unspoken, I need you. It was always unspoken. He had never dared tell the King. He couldn't, not when he had a Queen that adored him so and who he adored in return.

He let out a long held breath and looked back out to the night sky. He didn't need this flatshare, but it was convenient to be around people again.

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He had been living with Sherlock Holmes for three months now. Just long enough to know he could stand the man, but not long enough to really know how he felt about the man. Other than... Okay.

John had left Sherlock lying on the couch when he went off to work. The A&E. He loved working in emergency medicine. He could help people and keep an eye out for Arthur and the Knights.

Of course, this was the day when a psych patient broke out and started to wave a scalpel at everyone. John stepped in front of a nurse only to get stabbed in the neck. He put his hand up to press against the wound, trembling. Oh, shock. He slowly sunk to the ground as he heard his coworkers starting to swarm.

And it was about fifteen minutes later that Sherlock's mobile started going off.

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[Sorry! We got pummeled with snow, which is unusual and thus lost power for a bit. So yeah, back now!]

He paused for a moment and then nodded. "Perhaps she is not a knight." John suggested, "She may be associated with the Knights... The spell isn't full proof, it can awaken and call to those who are associated with them."

John shrugged a bit and scribbled possibilities of who they were on the map itself.

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Sherlock gave John a bit of a confused look, something that he would never grant to anyone else.

"What do you mean.. associated with the knights? Would she be the wife or lover of one of them?" He asked. He could only hope that Irene was not one of the knights. Though she would be formidable and fierce, there was a lot of history between them and he really didn't want to have to deal with her if he didn't have to.

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"Or Guinevere, Arthur's wife." He said quietly.

John didn't expect Sherlock to leave him for someone who he wouldn't know, or want to be with. But the mere thought... It stung a bit. He had watched from afar, never letting himself love, because he was too afraid of what people would think of his gift.

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Well, that brought a frown to Sherlock's face.

He studied John, wondering what the man he called his lover (at least in his head) thought about that. Was Sherlock destined to be with Guinivere, of indeed that is who the Woman was the embodiment of?

John looked pained as he said it, like he expected Sherlock to just up and leave him.

Well, that was not going to happen, no matter what seemed to think.

His frown deepened as he replied, crossing his arms. "I want nothing to do with The Woman. I am not going to marry her, I don't care what relation she has to the Knights. My heart lies not with her, but elsewhere. "

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He paused and looked at Sherlock. There was hope in his eyes. He flushed and then smiled softly at Sherlock. He set down the Sharpie and then got up, John walked over to Sherlock and put his hands on the man's face. He stroked his hands over those cheeks.

The blonde leaned in and kissed him, wanting to melt into the kiss. Them. He did want to forget about the rest of the world.

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It was easy for Sherlock to chart the various emotions that read on John's face, first trepidation and worry and disappointment, then just for a moment as he spoke, there was nothing. And finally, the hope that bloomed behind those eyes.

Sherlock wished that he could bottle it up and save it forever. Having a hallowed spot in his Mind Palace would have to do, though.

His posture relaxed a bit, when John brought his hands to his face, he leaned down and kissed John back eagerly. He pressed forward, inviting, but not too forceful.

This, he thought, now this, I could die at this moment and I would be perfectly content because I know how I feel about this man, even if I can't say those little words, not yet. I know it's true, and I know that he feels the same. He show me physically the words that neither of us dare to speak.

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He pulled back and smiled at Sherlock. "No matter what... It's you and me against the world. No one else will matter. Just us." John said.

He loved this man. Loved him so. He didn't know how he had lived without ever admitting it. But together, they could face whatever the world threw at them. He shifted forward and pressed himself against Sherlock. It wasn't sexual, he just wanted to be close to him. Feel him. Know he was here.

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Sherlock was silent. He couldn't help a nagging feeling at the back of his mind., It had come up before, and he had banished it away for a time, but it was back now, and it was pervasive, and he couldn't get rid of it so easily.

He wrapped his long arms around John, pulling the man's clothed form against his naked one. He didn't try to grope or tut or grind, he just held John close, laying his head on the man's shoulder, taking in the sent of his shampoo and soap.. and the smell of.. JOHN.

"I am going to die one day." He whispered, almost just a breath, into John's hear, taking advantage of his position. "I am going to die and you will live forever, and eventually you will forget about me a thousand years from now, and your heart will belong to someone else."

He really had no desire to spoil the mood, but he had to say it. It would be less cruel to stop this now, before it went to far- if it wasn't already too late- to spare John the pain of losing him 20, 30, 40 years from now. That was only a tiny drop in the bucket of the life of Merlin the Magician.

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He pulled back and stared at Sherlock. "Nom I won't live forever. My immortality was only guaranteed until Arthur woke once more and I was able to guide him." He said softly.

"I want to.grow old with you. I want to spend the rest of our loves together. But if for some reason I do live beyond you, I will never forget you, or love another. I haven't love any since Arthur all those years ago. But you... Sherlock Holmes. You... I love you. I love you before I knew who lived inside your mind."

John kissed him again, closing his eyes. The kiss was desperate and needy.

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Sherlock leaned back just a bit, to look John in the eyes, lifting his head from the man's shoulder.

"In all the times you have ween the knights wake, Arthur has never awoken, before now?" He asked. In all the craziness that had been the last few days, finding out all this information as well as starting into this relationship. it had never dawned on him that he might be the ONLY Arthur.

Any other questions he wanted to ask were cut off when John spoke. He was silent and still as John spoke his declaration of love. the three words Sherlock was afraid of, seemed to fall so easily from John's lips. He was surprised after such a short time that they would, and angry with him self that he couldn't reciprocate, say them in kind.

And yet again any response was cut off by the kiss., It was no longer soft and almost chaste. This was rough, and desperate and raw. Sherlock kissed back in kind, this time he did press his naked body against John's clothed one, walking the man backwards until he was pressed between Sherlock to his front, and the kitchen wall to his back

Tongue seeked tongue while Sherlock ran a hand through John's short hair, the other hand on his back, pressing him as close to his body as possible. He wanted to feel every single millimeter of John's skin.

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John was going to reply. He was. He had all these things he was going to do. But they were drowned out by the kiss. By Sherlock pressing against him. He shuddered and grabbed at those bare shoulders, pulling the man in.

He wanted to feel Sherlock, hold him close. He wanted to know everything about the man.

Over and over. He wanted to know more and more. All the time. He nipped at Sherlock's lips, not caring that he was against the wall. Not caring about any of it.

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Sherlock needed to know the answer to the question, but he didn't need to know it right now. He would ask again, when they both weren't hungry for each others' touch.

Sherlock used one hand to gather up John's wrists and pin the against the wall, over his head. He kept his hand there, keeping John pinned and immobile while his other hand undid the tie of John's dressing gown.

He couldn't pull it off, because John was up tight against the wall, but at least it was open, showing his old, ratty t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting pajama trousers that were too long- Sherlock recognized them as his own.

And he wasn't wearing any pants underneath them, that much was quite obvious from looking at them.

Sherlock ducked his head down and licked a stripe up the side of John's neck while his free hand rucked up his t-shirt, exposing that beautiful pale skin of his stomach, and the trail of blonde hair that led inside the pajama trousers.

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He was pinned and god. He loved it. John was aching all over for Sherlock's electric touch. He moaned and closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the sensations of being touched by Sherlock.

Everything...

He cried out when that tongue licked along his neck. He jerked his hips forward, but there was nothing to rock against. John whimpered and pleaded. He wanted...

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That brought a smile to Sherlock's face. He loved that he could reduce John to a simpering, groaning mess of a person. And he knew that he could draw this out as long as he wanted, take John to the edge, and the ease back. And oh, by the gods, he wanted to. He wanted to so badly.

But they did need to get back to the quest, perhaps there would be time for that later, hopefully tonight.

Sherlock purposefully kept his crotch away from John's so there was nothing to grind up against. Well, maybe he could tease him for a bit, Sherlock convinced himself that they had some time.

The grip on John's wrists tightened as he wiggled around, and Sherlock ducked his head, leaving a deep red bite right at the collar of John's old t shirt, the RAMC one that had even been old when he moved in three months ago.

"John..." It was a rumble, as purr in John's ear.

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"You... Sherlock..." He gasped, "God."

The blonde swallowed and opened his eyes to look at the man. There was a gold tint to his eyes. "I want you. I always want you."

He let himself be man handled and it just made him... Fuck. Sherlock was so good at this. Making him want and ache and reducing him to a pile of nothing.

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Sherlock smiled and nipped at John's ear, tugging at it lightly before whispering "Where do you want me?" He asked, knowing that he had asked John the same question the night before. After John had come, Sherlock had asked John where he wanted him to finish.

Of course he knew where John was most likely going to say, and he would never refuse if John wanted Sherlock inside of him, but there were many other fun things that they could do as well, he just wasn't sure yet how brave and adventurous that John was when it came to sex- this was all so new to both of them.

"Just tell me." He purred. "And I will make you beg for me to let you finish. I will take you to the edge and then stop right before you are about to come. And then I will do it again... And again.. And again.." each time he said those two words, he bit and licked at John a bit harder.

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"Anywhere." He gasped, "Anywhere you want." John squirmed and twisted against the hands holding his wrists so tightly. But it only served to turn him on even further. He loved it when Sherlock did this. Let that controlling side out. John whimpered. Oh he was so incredibly hard.

"Please... Any of that, all of that." He gasped, "Please Sherlock please..." He cried out when he felt that bit. Oh. His head was spinning and he just wanted more. He wanted everything that Sherlock could give him.

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Despite his lanky frame, Sherlock had a wiry strength underneath the skin and bones. If it ever came down to a true fight between the two, Sherlock knew that John could take him, even being shorter, John was thicker and more developed, and of course his Army skills outpaced the training Sherlock had had in hand to hand combat.

Even with all of that, Sherlock had little trouble letting John go only long enough to twist him around so that his face was now against the wall, and his back was to Sherlock. Lightning fast, he pinned John's hand up to the wall again.

Now, of course he could pull the dressing gown off, and he he tore it away from John, letting it flutter to some random place on the kitchen floor, immediately forgotten.

Unfortunately, what Sherlock wanted to do meant that he had to let go of John's wrists, so he did. He kneeled down behind John, pulling his pajama pants down around his ankles. John could lower his arms if he wanted to, but he couldn't move, for fear of tripping over his pajama bottoms.

"Oh, the things that I could do.." Sherlock rumbled, still kneeling. He licked a soft stripe up John's left arse cheek. "So many things..."

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John never thought about them going toe to toe in a fight. It was never a thought that honestly crossed his mind. He just... He didn't.

He gasped as he was turned and pressed back against the wall. John shifted and rocked his hard cock against the wall. It offered no relief, but his mind was addled. He needed relief. He needed something.

He kept his hands how they had been> Sherlock had put them there. A silent order. He whined and shifted.

John cried out when he felt that tongue along his arse. "Anything you want. I'll do anything..."

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Sherlock leaned away a bit, not pressing against John at all, then suddenly his mouth was at John's ear, whispering in a mischievous tone.

"Anything?" he purred, accentuating it with another lick and a light tug. He found that he quite enjoyed biting at John's ears, it was rather pleasurable. Quite, actually.

One more nip, and Sherlock kneeled again, using both hands to spread John's cheeks apart. "I'm sure I could think of ways to make you repay that debt.." He grinned, before leaning in and licking at the inside of John's cheeks, teasing against that tight little pink hole that he had... 'dealt with' only hours before in the privacy of their bedroom

And here they were, debauched in the kitchen, knowing someone could walk in, it only aroused Sherlock more, and he licked against the small pucker.

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The blonde sobbed when he felt Sherlock pull away. No. Fuck. No. Why was he leaving him...? John gasped when he felt that tongue against his ear, those teeth. He sobbed. John was such a needy mess now. Oh god.

"An... Anything. Anything you want. I'll be all yours." He gasped, "All yours."

"I'll do anything you want. Anything at all..." His words ended abruptly with a cry as he felt that tongue work across his hole.

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"I have you up against a wall, and I am licking at your most intimate of places." Sherlock whispered in a dark tone, pulling away just enough to let John hear him. "I think you are already mine..."

And with that, Sherlock pushed his tongue inside. He was still a bit musky and salty tasting from last night, but it was not unpleasant at all. He had tasted himself before, and he didn't mind one bit.

He couldn't push in far, not nearly far enough to reach John's prostate, but it was enough to rub against the sensitive nerves that were pervasive and numerous around his entrance.

"MMmm...." He rumbled his voice while his tongue was still inside, knowing that has set John alight when he did it before.

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He screamed, unable to help it. The sensation of that tongue, the vibrations running through him. John sobbed and pressed his forehead against the wall.

Oh god. Sherlock knew...

He knew how to make him squirm and want and beg.

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"Shhhh.." Sherlock said, loud enough for John to hear, but still leaning into his arse. "You don't want Mrs. Hudson to come up and see this... do you?" The way he said it, he didn't really sound like he was worried about it in the least. In fact, he sounded quite turned on by the idea that they were alone, but anyone could walk in.

His tongue went back in, flicking around the very inside of John, while one hand left his arse cheek and teased around John's perineum, and around the base of his balls, but not to his cock, not yet.

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He was shaking. He couldn't... Oh dear god. He couldn't. Sherlock was... Someone walking in and seeing this. John bit his fist to keep from sobbing and begging for that. He whined. This was filthy, utterly filthy and depraved.

And he wanted more.

He wanted every filthy and depraved thing that Sherlock could do to him.

Another cry, though muffled, escaped him. Sherlock was going to be the end of him. This was wonderful.