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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He huffed and pulled away. "Fine fine. Go order food then." John pouted a bit. That pout faded into a smile.

John watched Sherlock move about the area. The man was gorgeous and he could see flashes of that enticing pale skin under that dressing down.

He shifted and found his mobile, pleased to see that it was charged. He began to look through his notifications. Greg, Harry, Sarah... Nothing that needed his immediate attention.

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Sherlock just rolled his eyes at the obviously put upon pout. He really didn't want to get up either, but they did need food, even if he wasn't hungry.

He made sure that he was swaying his hips as he moved around. He grabbed his phone and put in their normal order. Even after only 3 months, he knew what John wanted. He turned the telly on and put in one of John's silly DVDs, then sat back down next to him.

"They said 45 minutes, but they normally average 32." He said, getting comfortable back against John again. The DVD started, but he was already paying no attention to it.

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John pressed himself against Sherlock once more, his hand sliding under the man's dressing down. He made a noise and nuzzled Sherlock's neck.

"I'll be content in you arms for the next bit." He told Sherlock, "Thinking about all the terrible, lovely things that I want to do with you."

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A soft groan left his lips. "You are a terrible, terrible man, John Hamish Watson." He said, his voice lower than usual.

Sadly, there was no chance that they had enough time to do anything before the food came, and he was not about to be caught in flagrante delecto when the knock on the door came.

Of course, two could play at that game. Sherlock had had his arm on John's side, and he "accidentally" dropped it, so it fell into his lap. He tried to play innocent, but his smirk was anything but.

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He shited up and nipped at Sherlock's earlobe. "I know, but you love every wicked thing that my tongue can do to you." John then shifted down, licking and nipping at the man's neck.

John loved the pleasure that Sherlock could bring from his body. Over and over. Being so in control. He gasped when that hand fell into his lap.

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Without even thinking about it, Sherlock bucked up a little bit, against nothing.

"John." he growled. "We don't have time." Of bloody course he loved every single wicked thing John's tongue, and other parts of his body could do.

Even though he was trying to warn John against trying something with not enough time before the food arrived, his body was not following what he was saying, as his hand moved across John's pajama bottoms, brushing the still soft soft underneath. Ah, no pants again. It was always nice when John did forgo with that extra annoying layer of fabric.

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John knew Sherlock was right, that they didn't have time before the food arrived. But he didn't care. He wanted to hold Sherlock down and mount him, sink down on that lucious cock, feel it stretch him wide, own him, mark him.

He nipped at that pulse. "I know. Let them watch."

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"John...." It wasn't really a statement or questions or simply calling his name.. It was low and needy and groaning.

He saw how John was subtly moving, and he read what John wanted to do. So Sherlock pulled John into his lap, bucking up as the man settled on top of him. While it was nice to take charge, there were times when he wanted John to take the lead and let him dictate the pleasure.

"John." He said again, somehow even needier than before. Perhaps if they didn't dawdle, they could toss off before they food arrived.

And if not...

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John licked his lips as Sherlock tugged him. He reached up and ran a hand through the man's curls. "Look at you. So needy. So desperate." He whispered, "Do you want to sink your cock into me?"

He rocked his hips against Sherlock's, feeling how hard the man was under him. It was starting to make him hard, make him want and need. He shivered and moaned softly, unable to help himself.

"God, you gorgeous man. I love your thick cock filling me, you laying there as I ride you, take my pleasure from you."

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Sherlock leaned his head back, banging the back of it against the couch, but right now, he didn't care. His eyes rolled back and closed, and he bucked up against John as a wordless response.

Yes, yes he did want to sink his cock into John, oh dear god, he wanted nothing more than that.. But if he did, they needed to hurry. His eyes opened and he shot back up into sitting position, his hands moving to the waistband of John's pajama bottoms.

"Hurry, John, get those infernal things off! " He said, his voice low but anxious. To encourage him, he rocked up again, not surprised that he was already hard and aching.

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He grinned as he watched Sherlock, watched the expressions go across the man's face. He chuckled softly and then stroked his cheek.

"Of course." He shifted and removed his pyjama bottoms, leaving his dressing down on. Sherlock was correct in assuming he was not wearing pants under his pyjamas. John opened Sherlock's dressing down.

He reached down and wrapped a hand around that hard cock.

"What would you do if someone touched or tried to have me while you were having me?"

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"Ahhhh...." The mere touch of John's fingers on his cock sent another shiver up his spine. He arched up into the touch, his cock twitching with his heartbeat.

"I would kill them." He growled. "No one can have you but me." Internally he was surprised at his possessiveness, he really had no specific right to John, this was only a few days old and they hadn't pledged undying fealty to one another, but the fact that they had been.. well, something so many eons ago, Sherlock felt the connection, and didn't want anyone to come between it, between them.

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The blonde lifted his hips and positioned himself. After a moment he began to sink down on Sherlock's cock. John moaned at the feeling of Sherlock stretching him open. He didn't care if it hurt a bit. No. He loved it, that feeling.

John shuddered and began to move up and down.

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"Nnnnggg.... Johnnnnn.." He groaned and leaned his head back again. John was still mostly open from when Sherlock had fucked him before, but once against it was a tight fit. He fought back from fucking up into John. He wanted to let John take the lead.

"John... move." He groaned when he felt himself bottom out inside of John, his balls pressing against John's hot body.

Sherlock gripped at the couch, trying to get purchase so John could ravage himself on him. Oh god, he needed to fucking move, and right fucking now.

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He laughed and then began to move up and down. John moaned at the feeling of Sherlock so deep inside him. It was such a wonderful feeling. He shuddered and gripped Sherlock's shoulders.

"God, you're so big in me... I want you to come deep inside me..."

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He moved his hands from the couch to John's hips, holding him tight. There would be bruises, but he doubted that either of them cared.

As John moved up and down, Sherlock moved John's hips with his hands, trying to thrust the man as far down as he could, trying to get as deep as possible.

"I will.. John.. I will.. Nnnng.." He was finding it hard to speak now, he was falling deeper and deeper into pleasure, moving and using his whole body with the position that he was in to get John to fuck him hard and fast and relentlessly.

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He loved the feeling of Sherlock holding him tight. He shuddered and kept moving, faster, harder. Yes. Oh yes. Fuck yes yes...

John moaned. "Sherlock... Yes...."

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While Sherlock knew that he really should stroke John and try to get him off as well, he was desperately clinging to John while he fucked his lap, and there was really no way that he could let go now.

The need, the desire, the lust, the pressure, the pleasure was all building and growing and swaying, a wave moving towards a crest. At this rate, he wasn't going to last long at all.

But if he couldn't stroke him, he could do other things. He leaned forward and bit and tugged at John's nipples, harder than he normally would but not hard enough to really hurt. He wanted to see John come absolutely untouched, and he had a feeling it could happen.

"Johnnnn." He groaned.

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He cried out when he felt Sherlock move harder, hold him harder, pinch his nipples and tug them. His face was flushed and he was wanting. He wanted Sherlock to... To... Fuck fuck fuck!

Everything was tightly wound and he wanted... He needed... Sherlock was... Fuck! John panted and moaned. He could feel his body tightening.

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Sherlock leaned up into John's neck, nibbling at the mark on John's neck.

"Come, John. I want to watch you." Sherlock was trying to hold himself back. His whole body was trembling, he was so close, right at the edge, but he wanted to watch John come apart above him.

"John.... come.." The same time he started to thrust up into John with more force. He wasn't going to last, but if he was going to come, he was going to take John with him.

"Nnnnnnggg!!!"

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He... He...

John pressed his face against Sherlock's shoulder as he shouted and climaxed. He was trembling. Dear god. Oh dear god. Sherlock had made him come untouched.

Everything was sensitive, but he wanted Sherlock to come inside him. Fill him.

"Please... Finish inside me."

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Oh, but it was wonderful, watching John come. Sherlock rocked slower while he worked John through his orgasm.

He watched John splatter his come all over his own chest, getting a bit on the edge of his second best dressing down, not that Sherlock really cared at all. One thing he admired about John was he tended to be rather.. copious with his leavings. much more so that Sherlock himself. He wasn't into most kinda of messes, but John, well he was different, of course.

Sherlock worked John through the orgasm, letting John rest just a moment before he started to move in earnest, thrusting up into John... it only took a few thrusts before he threw his head back and groaned.

"Johhhnnnnn...." His whole body shook and he was coming, deep inside of John, pulses of his hot seed spilling with every beat of his heart.

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John was trembling as he felt Sherlock come inside him, fill him. He moaned, unable to stop himself. Fuck. Oh fuck yes. Sherlock was... This was....

God how he loved the man so much. So very much. He relaxed against him, closing his eyes. He loved feeling Sherlock still inside him, stretching him.

"You're amazing." He whispered to Sherlock.

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Sherlock leaned back against the couch, flopping backwards with the effort of thrusting upwards, against gravity, into John.

He was still inside the man, his cock quickly softening when there was a loud knock at the door.

"Bloody buggering fuck." There was no way whoever was there couldn't have heard something, they had literally just finished.

And even worse, there was no way not to make the entire place not look and smell like sex.

But hey, atleast it killed the last of his erection in one quick move.

Sherlock gently but firmly pulled out, and pushed John off his lap and to the side. He stood up and tied his robe back around himself, then threw one of Mrs Hudson's knitted Afghan throws over John's lap. She was going to kill them both if she ever found out they got thier essences all over it.

He grabbed his wallet and opened the door, quickly paying the somewhat stunned looking man, and giving him a huge tip, hoping it would keep him quiet. A moment later, he closed the door again and turned back to John, food in hand and a terrible smile on his face.

"Well." He said, still slightly breathless. "That was... interesting."

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All John could do was giggle.

Oh dear god. No doubt the deliveryman heard them climaxing. And it was hilarious.

All he could do was smile at Sherlock as he turned back with the food. "It certainly was. Get over here and lets eat."