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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"Excalibur." He whispered the name, like a prayer on his dry lips.

Sherlock licked his lips and looked down at the sword. It did indeed have a soft white glow about it. Even hovering a short distance away, he could feel a subtle warmth to it.

Inviting...

Like he needed to hold it...

His hands shook when he reached out to touch it, he was simply going to run his fingers over the pommel to get a feel for it, but the sword and his hand had other plans it seemed.

Sherlock's right hand gripped the sword, and everything went white again.

It all came into sharp focus.. the battle.. his men, his loyal Knights had been scattered or killed, and it was him and his wonderful, faithful Merlin against the blackness, the ultimate evil.

He left the arrow in his shoulder, joining the others that had felled him off his horse and rendered him useless in a heap on the ground.

He told Merlin that it would be okay, and to find him again.

He was still a million kilometers away when his unseeing eyes turned towards John.

"Merlin?" It was almost just a breath on the wind, hardly even a word at all

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Oh.

Oh god.

He was right here in front of him. The entire time.

John's world spun and he just stared at Sherlock.

"Arthur." He said in reply.

His stomach was a knot and he... He didn't know what to do. After looking for his King for all these years. Here he was, right in front of him. And he kissed him! God, he had kissed his King. What a moronic move. He could feel his face heating.

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"I... I am..." Sherlock blinked a couple of times, his vision slowly fading back into 221B, and John, standing in front of him, wide eyed, mouth agape, like he had just seen a ghost.

Sherlock figured that he had.

Slowly, reverently, he picked up Excalibur and tested it in his hands. It was perfectly balanced, like it was had been hand crafted just for him. The grip fit his hand exactly, and it swung easily, with no extra effort.

He looked down at it, and then back to John. He reached out his other hand, still shaking, and put it gently on John's good shoulder.

"I.. I'm still not sure I understand everything. There are fragments of memories, but it's like a puzzle where most of the pieces are still missing. One piece slots in, but there is still so much missing."

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John let out a breath and dropped to one knee in front of Sherlock. He bowed his head. "You... You do not have to reveal yourself to anyone if you do not want to sir."

Three minutes in and John had reverted to how it was. How it used to be. He let out a breath, not wanting to look up. Not yet.

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Ever so gently, Sherlock put Excalibur down onto the cloth again. A soft, warm smile filled his face.

He kneeled down in front of John... Merlin, and cupped his chin with his hand, gently bringing his head up so that they were looking eye to eye, only bare centimeters apart, close enough to feel John's warm breath on his skin. His other hand gently ran through John's hair.

"John... Please. Don't feel like you need to kneel to me, or call me Sir." He longed to kiss those lips again, but he hesitated- this was all so new and strange to him. It was so much for a short time.

"I.. I am just Sherlock. I mean, I don't even remember or understand all of this yet. I am not a king.. I mean, maybe I was a thousand years ago, but I'm a consulting detective, and I'm pretty sure I deleted most of what I read about the Knights of the Round Table when I was in grade school. "

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Those touches on his skin were like pricks of fire. They warmed him to the core. It was... John swallowed and leaned into the touch. He couldn't help it.

"You are him. No one else could wield Excalibur the way you did."

"Just as I am still John, you are still Sherlock." He smiled at the man. Oh how he longed to kiss him. He licked his lips, barely resisting the urge.

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Sherlock's eyes canted back to Excalibur. It was like a magnetic pull, he wanted to hold it again, he felt naked without it.

But the pull to just was just as strong, maybe even stronger to John. He turned back to John, quietly starting into his eyes.

"You know." His voice was a low rumble. "We can never go back to being just Sherlock and John." It was so true in both ways, not only because of who they were, and who they had once been, but because if they do this, if they start a relationship, they can never go back to just simply being friends and flatmates again.

It was terrifying and exhilarating, all at the same time.

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"I... I think I'm okay with that. It terrifies me a little, but I'm okay with it. I want to see what the next step is." He whispered.

John moved one hand and stroked it over Sherlock's cheek. He didn't care about much. But he did care about his king, his friend.

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"Is it wrong, a king consorting with his loyal subject?" He asked, in an attempt to lighten the oppressive pallor that hung over the room.

"Because.. I need to know now.. before I do something... untowards..." His voice slowed and deepened as he leaned in towards John, his lips hovering just a hair's breadth away from the man's.

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"No. It is not wrong." He said quietly, "it's not..."

He wanted to close that distance, but he was so terrified of it. Taking that final step. John swallowed and reached out to run a hand through Sherlock's hair. His friend. And hopefully about to be so much more.

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"Good." He whispered against John's lips. "Because I don't want to regret what I am about to do."

Sherlock closed his eyes and closed that final distance between them. Where as the first kiss had been brief and tentative, this was charged and firm, but not sloppy or too forceful or too needy. There was no tongue, just a press of lips, a few heartbeats, and then Sherlock pulled away again.

"Tell me, that wasn't unwarranted." He needed to hear it from the man's lips.

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His heart was beating so rapidly he thought it might burst from his chest. John licked his lips when Sherlock pulled away. No. He needed the man. More. Please.

"I wanted you to kiss him. I want you to do so much more." John managed.

He wanted to beg and plead. For Sherlock to know how much he wanted the man.

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Oh, how he wanted to take this beautiful, wonderful man apart.

But he didn't want to rush into anything. He had learned a lot of things today- John was magical, he was not only just magical but he was *THE* Merlin the magician. And John.. or Merlin.. had feelings for him, feelings that he returned.

And to add to all of that.. he was... descended.. or maybe reincarnated, he hadn't asked... from Arthur. THE king Arthur.

Sherlock wasn't sure that he could deal with much more this day.


"We can, John. We can. But.. here is no rush.. We have waited a thousand years, we can wait a few more moments." He smiled softly.

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"Tease..." John pouted a bit. He wanted to be broken down and built back up by him. He wanted to feel Sherlock, explore every part of him. He wanted. He ached.

"But I suppose we can wait a few more moments..." but what was a moment?

John licked his lips and sat back a bit. He pressed a hand to his lips. He swore they tingled a bit. But those kisses were addicting. He needed more of Sherlock. To devour him and be immersed in him.

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It was easy for Sherlock to read the disappointment on John's face, even when he was trying to keep it light and make a joke.

"You like a tease, do you?" Sherlock asked with a quirk of an eyebrow. His hand, the one that had been touching Excalibur, ran up and down the side of John's cheek.

Sherlock leaned in again, this kiss was longer, more sensual. after a few moments, he opened his mouth, trying to gain access to John's mouth with his tongue. His hand moved back to John's hair, gripping him tightly and pulling him forward.

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He flushed at those words. "Yes..." John answered.

But then he was kissing Sherlock again. That hand gripping his hair. He moaned into the kiss. Fuck. Fuck. He was glad they were kneeling/sitting because he may have dropped to the floor.

Sherlock was quite good at this. Kissing. Making him weak in his knees. He brought one hand up and gripped Sherlock's shoulder. He didn't push or pull, just holding. He wanted... more.

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They were both still kneeling, and Sherlock shifted so he was kneeling in front of John- almost over him, with his own legs on the outside of John's, almost hovering over his lap.

The kiss deepened, Sherlock moved his tongue inside of John's. He let their tongues wrestle for dominance, but he didn't put any further. He wanted this, they both wanted this, but he didn't want to rush it. They had all the time in the world.

Or so, he hoped.

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John could feel the heat coming off Sherlock's body. The blonde shivered and put his other hand on Sherlock's waist. It was so warm. Warm and comforting.

Sherlock was nearly in his lap and he could feel his body responding. How he didn't constantly walk around with an erection was a miracle. Absolute miracle.

Sherlock was addictive and he wanted. He wanted.... The blonde moaned, tasting Sherlock.

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Sherlock broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to take in a few large gulps of air. He felt John's obvious arousal against the inner thigh of his trousers. A quick look down confirmed that he was attaining a similar state.

"John..." He breathed. He couldn't call him Merlin, it seemed too wierd, too much. He was John, he would always be John.

His John.


That though scared him, but it was what they both wanted, that much was painfully obvious.

Literally painfully, as his length was aching and straining in his bespoked trousers.

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There was that next step... John shuddered and smiled at the other man. That had been something. He pulled the hand from Sherlock's shoulder and reached down, touching his covered groin.

The heat was intense. He wanted to feel more, taste more. John met Sherlock's eyes and smiled almost shyly at him.

"You're a fantastic kisser." He had to admit, he loved how Sherlock had taken control.

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Sherlock groaned at the light touch. He leaned his body down, letting their bodies rub against each other, feeling one hardness against the other.

"You aren't terrible at it yourself." He said, with a bit of a wicked grin. Before John could respond, Sherlock leaned in, kissing him fully, with nothing held back. Their bodies pressed and rubbed, their tongues danced, two bodies as close to being one as possible while they were still both clothed.

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All words vanished when Sherlock kissed him again. Pressed against him. Oh god. His mind blanked and he grabbed ahold of Sherlock. He wanted to ground himself. Rock against him. Feel him.

After a moment, he moved one hand to start to unbutton Sherlock's shirt.

Touch, feel, taste. He wanted to swallow and lick. He wanted to map every part of Sherlock and memorize him.

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The kiss broke again. Sherlock leaned back and gave John access to his chest, letting him undo the buttons. While John was working on his buttons, Sherlock did the same, pulling John's shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoning from the top down, occasionally breaking to lick and nibble at John's neck, leaving soft pink marks that he knew would fade quickly.


"John..." He would never get old of saying the man's name, like a mantra, a prayer.

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John pushed Sherlock's stupidly tailored shirt off his thin shoulders and leaned in to nip and lick at his nipples. He wanted to bring Sherlock to the edge. See how he reacted to being kissed, bit, sucked...

"Sherlock... don't stop. Never stop." He begged, "just love me."

He moved one hand to move along Sherlock's back towards the curve of his arse.

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"Never, John. Never." He swore to the man, and he meant it.

He shrugged his shoulders, helping the shirt fall off, letting it pool behind him. He ripped off the last couple of buttons, not paying the least bit of attention to the plinking of the buttons as they skittered across the wooden floor.

Sherlock's head went back when John's warm mouth found his nipples, and he ground down again. His legs were aching, being in this rather awkward position, but he didn't want to move, for fear that the moment would break and everything would become awkward and strange.