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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John gasped when Sherlock pressed against him. He shuddered and grabbed ahold of the man.

"Fuck... Sherlock. Please..." he begged, "If you don't get me off, I'll summon a doppelganger to do it for me."

He was resting. He was feeling better than ever. But right now he just wanted Sherlock. Anyway the man wanted to give it.

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An evil grin filled Sherlock's face. Sadly, he was a little too concerned that one or both of them would slip in the shower if he tried to bugger him properly.

But...

Sherlock dropped to his knees and started to lick at John's bollocks. He licked a long stripe up between his balls, right up to the base of his cock.

"Mmmm." Even through the water and soap he could taste and smell John's distinctive musk. And he loved it.

"I think I might want to watch a doppelganger get you off." He rumbled deeply.

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John shouted when Sherlock licked him. Oh god. The memories of Sherlock rimming him came flooding back. How he felt... Fuck.

He grabbed at the wall, panting. Shit. Shit!

"Yo... You want to watch my doppelganger fuck me?" He asked panting.

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He looked up, still kneeling in front of John. He had the most mischevious look in his eyes.

"No." He said simply.

"I want to fuck you while your doppelganger sucks you off. I'm not letting it have all the fun."

Then his smile widened. "Or, even better, I can be fucking you while you fuck your doppelganger. I want to see how hard you bugger it while I am taking you from behind."

"But, we'd have to get out of the shower." He said.

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John just moaned. Fuck. Oh dear god. Fuck. He trembled a bit, lips parting. Sherlock...

"Anything you want." He breathed, "Anything at all."

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"Out of the shower. NOW." He commanded. Of course he didn't have the magic commanding behind his voice like John did, or his somewhat famous (or infamous) Captain Watson voice, but he could sound commanding when he wanted to.

He very quickly got the last of the soap off of both of them, turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel for each of them. He dried himself off as quickly as he could, then hurried to the bedroom, where he grabbed a second bottle of lube (he had no idea where John had magicked the first one) and a couple of fresh towels that he put down on the bed to not ruin the sheets.

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His knees went weak. John whined softly, but then got out of the shower after rinsing off. There was something about Sherlock being so commanding that he loved. Dear god it made him hard and aching.

He dried off and then went to the bed. He wanted Sherlock, he didn't care if the doppelganger was involved. He just wanted Sherlock.

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The moment John climbed into bed, Sherlock was all over him. He laid on top of the man, rubbing their bodies together. His mouth fond any part of John that he could, a neck, a nipple, a shoulder, every bit of flesh was open to him.

"Thank you.. for earlier." He whispered in John's ear. It was wonderful. I know it was unusual for you. You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Perhaps we can try again another time." He licked down John's ear, to his neck and down to his collarbone.

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John groaned when he felt Sherlock move ontop of him, kiss him all over, nip and suck. He was trembling and gasping. Oh god. Yes... he grabbed at the towels under him, squirming.

"Yo... You're welcome." He gasped eyes closing. Oh... that wicked tongue.

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Sherlock rocked against John against, thier cock already started to harden as they rubbed against each other and thier bodies.

"Now." He purred. "Whatever shall I do with you?" Sherlock grinned an evil grin. "Do you still want to summon that doppleganger?"

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John stared at him with wide eyes. He licked his lips and shifted a bit. Oh...

He whimpered, unable to stop himself. That look on Sherlock's face was captivating...

"Any... Anything you want. I'll be your sextoy."

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Sherlock's look was hungry, but not predatory. There was a sweetness to it, under the mischievousness.

"I want to watch you fall apart and then put you back together, John Hamish Watson." He said, growling slightly.

"But I also want you to get the most pleasure that you can. I want to know what YOU want." He never stopped rocking and kissing, but he slowed a bit, not wanting to get too heated until they were done talking.

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"I want you." He said between the kisses and the gasps and the quiet pleadings... John wanted. He ached. He wanted to come apart because of Sherlock. He wanted to get lost in the man. Over and over.

Again and again.

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"You have me, John. You have me." Bugger the doppelganger, he just wanted John, right now. But, at least they were already naked.

He rolled John over, onto his belly, then spread his legs. First, he thought, a feast. And John was very clean, having just gotten out of the shower, His skin was still soft and moist, tender, and just perfect.

Sherlock spread John's cheeks and took an exploratory lick. "Mmmmm."

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John shouted against the sheets at the feeling of that tongue against his hole. Ohdearbuggeringgodyes...

He shuddered and sobbed. Sherlock could reduce him to nothing with his tongue and fingers and christ. What a feeling it was. Oh dear god yes.

More.

He wanted to give all of himself to Sherlock.

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"Perfect." He purred. Another lick, then a third. His fingers spread John apart, giving Sherlock unfettered access to every bit of John that he wanted.

He licked up the perineum, and up to the underside of his balls, then back down, moving to the inside of his thigh, then the other one, and then finally back to his entrance, teasing with a finger before licking at it again.

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John sobbed and trembled. He shifted and moaned. Fuck. Fuck. Oh holy fuck. He needed Sherlock inside him. Claiming him, owning him. He ached for it.

He grabbed at the blankets under him, shifting his hips back.

"B... bastard. Bastard. Please. Fuck me." He begged.

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Oh, how he loved it when he heard John beg. He could have stretched it out more, made him beg and plead, but he really didn't want to wait any longer that John did.

"As you command, my liege." He teased.

One more lick, then the leaned back. He grabbed the lube from bedside table and slicked up his fingers. He was pretty sure that John would still be a bit stretched, but he wanted to make sure, so he pressed a finger in, not even bothering to tease at the prostate. He tried to make quick work of it, anxious to feel John's tightness around his aching cock.

"Soon, my John. Soon." He soothed. "I just have to make sure that I won't hurt you."

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John was a mess. He was an utter mess thanks to Sherlock. He whimpered and shifted and sobbed. The feeling of that tongue working over him, teasing... He whined.

He whimpered when the man pulled away. No! He looked at Sherlock and then fell back when he felt that finger push in...

"God. Don't stop. Please don't stop." he begged.

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"I swear, I won't. Not ever." He whispered. He made fairly quick work of the first finger, then added a second, scissoring them after a few strokes in and out to work him open faster.

"Almost, my John." He teased with a third finger, pressing it in slightly before pulling it out. He teased around John's hole, finally adding the third finger. He never failed to be amazed at how wonderful it felt to open his lover up, knowing what was just about to happen.

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John was lost for words. He shuddered and trembled under the movement of the fingers. Yes. Oh yes. Yes!

He arched and pushed down towards them, panting.

Fuck.

"Oh please. Please. Fuck me."

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"Alright, alright." There was a smile in his voice. He teased John for a few more moments, then pulled his fingers out and wiped the lube off on a dirty shirt.

"Get on your hands and knees. I want to try something. He gently coaxed John to lay his head on the pillow, get on his knees, and lift his butt into the air. He had no idea how he hadn't tried this position before.

God, it was so bloody wonderful, seeing John wanton and ready. He stroked himsef a couple of time, then got himself lined up, and groaned as he pushed in.

"Ahhh... Johnnn."

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He gasped when he felt Sherlock pull his fingers out. He hated the empty feeling. But he knew something bigger was coming.

John moved with Sherlock's urging. He wanted it. Wanted it. Yes. Please. More.

He cried out into the pillow as Sherlock pushed in. Oh fuck. How did he feel so different every time they did this?

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"Yesssss..." Sherlock hissed and pushed into John, not stopping until he bottomed out with a grunt.

Usually he would wait a moment to let John get used to the feeling, but neither of them seemed to be in the mood to wait, so he started right in, setting a rhythm- not too hard or fast, nice and smooth, pressing in and pulling back. He loved the soft sound of his thigh smacking against Johns' ass.

"Johhhnnnn.." He leaned down and nibbled at the back of John's neck while he increased his pace. "Oh, you are perfect."

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He was trembling under the man draped over him. Oh god yes. The feeling of the man thrusting, their skin meeting. It was all wonderful. Enticing and god. He was a mess.

John clutched at the blankets and sobbed. "Yes... More." He begged.