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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His kisses we soft and gentle, starting around John's still peaked nipples and moving down the sparsely haired chest, over his stomach, and down the small trail of curly hair that led from his belly to the next of hair between his legs.

Sherlock nuzzled into it, taking in his musky scent, it was tea and antiseptic and wool sweaters and JOHN.

It was all John.

He groaned softly at the smell, unconsciously rubbing his still clothed length against the bed, rutting as he used every single one of his senses to catalog John.

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John moaned and shifted a bit. "Oh please... Do anything. Such, kiss, fuck. Anything." He gasped when his lover nuzzled.

God.

The blonde parted his lips and whined, rocking his hips up. He wanted... He wanted Sherlock.

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"Do... anything..." He repeated. "I want to do... everything." His voice dropped on the last word.

Sherlock licked and nuzzled through the thick brown hair until he reached the base of John's cock. He licked and suckled at it, giving it enough attention to feel good, but not so much that it would give John any release.

He could tease his lover all day, Sherlock thought to himself, listen to the man beg, feel him rock and shift around. He would be happy if this was all that he ever did, bringing John all the pleasure that he could handle.. and more.

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John sobbed and shifted. Sherlock's mouth... Oh. He wanted. He needed. His mind spun with all sorts of possibilities. Yes.

He let out a breath and pushed his hips up. It was so teasing. It wasn't fair. He whimpered.

"Your mouth can do such wicked things..."

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"Ohhhh... you have no idea...." He drew each word out exquisitely long, like a jaguar growling at its prey. If John thought this mouth was wicked now, Sherlock could show him so much more.

He dipped his head down, taking one of John's balls in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around it, not missing a single millimeter, coating it in his saliva, tasting every ridge and fold and pore. He sucked on it very lightly, just teasingly, before pulling away, and then working on the other one.

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He shouted and jerked towards that mouth. Oh god. Sherlock was going to be the death of him. Over and over. But that was okay. It was fine. It was perfect.

Yes.

He wanted that mouth on him, tormenting, teasing. John ached for it. Yes. More. He shuddered and gasped.

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There was nothing that Sherlock loved more than to see John oh so slowly come apart under him.

His tongue moved down, down down, over his perineum, and to the tight puckered flesh between his cheeks. His eyes canted up at John- this was something that they had never done, this relationship was still so very new to both of them. He wanted to make sure that this was something that John wanted. If not, there was plenty more of him to tease and explore.

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John looked down and nodded. He wanted everything that Sherlock could give him. More. Yes. Please. He swallowed and spread his legs wider.

Have him. All of him.

The blonde was. He was wrecked. Sherlock caused it and he would just continue to unravel more and more.

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Sherlock took a moment to grab a pillow and indicated that John should lift up his hips. He slid the pillow underneath John's hips and butt, which gave him a better angle for what he wanted to do.

And now, he had unfettered access to what he wanted. Sherlock used his hands to keep John spread while his tongue teased around his skin, at the perineum and the skin around the entrance, but not quite there yet.. almost brushing against it but not quite...

And then... just the lightest brush against the sensitive skin, almost too light to be anything, but there all the same.

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That was new. But John didn't care. It fely good. Oh god did it. That talented tongue on him. He shifted and gasped. Oh god. He was going to melt. He wouldn't be human anymore, just a sentient puddle if Sherlock kept that up.

He sobbed and shifted a bit. "Fuck. Don't you dare stop. I'll never forgive you." Perhaps John was far too coherent.

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John was entirely too coherent at the moment, Sherlock thought. But there were ways to fix that.

One hand went to his balls, where he started to massage them in small circles. The other went to the base of John's cock. He wrapped his hands around the very bottom, so he could stroke lightly, but also hold it tight, like a cock, ring, so he wouldn't go off too soon.

When his hands were set, he moved his mouth again. His tongue played around the hole, teasing the pucker, then finally, finally pushing in slightly. He sadly couldn't go far, he hadn't been blessed with a particularly long tongue, but it was enough to explore inside the first ring of muscle and all the nerves that came with it.

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He shouted and jerked and bucked. Oh god! Fuck! He swore and grabbed at Sherlock's hair. It didn't matter if he didn't have a long tongue, what he was able to reach... John sobbed and squirmed.

Fuck.

Oh fuck.

He was wrecked. Sherlock had wrecked him.

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There was something primal, something animal about having your hair pulled. Before John, only one person had ever done it, that had been a one night stand (he'd had plenty of those) and he hadn't known that he'd liked it until the man did it, it had made him come with the first tug.

This time, he wasn't so far gone that he was going to climax right now, he was too focused on John at the moment.

He held the base of John's cock tight, intent on making the man beg for release. As long as Sherlock kept a good hold, it should stop him from coming. He'd done the research, on himself, finding just the right amount of pressure, and he applied the same to John.

While his hand gripped, his tongue explored, one moment pushing in as far as he was able to, the next outside of the hole and licking at the nerve filled rim,. then back in again, setting a bit of a rhythm to it.

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Oh. God. Fuck.

Those words ran on a continual loop in his head.

Oh god. Oh god. Fuck.

He sobbed and squirmed. He pushed his hips down between that far too talented tongue and the hand holding his cock tight. John wanted... He wanted more.

"Please..." he begged, "Please..."

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Sherlock grinned. He loved to see John come apart.
He leaned back just far enough to speak, his breath still hot on the man's skin.
"Please... what John? You need to be a lot more specific than that."

The moment he finished speaking, he plunged his tongue deep back into John, before the man could even try to respond. He wanted to hear John beg and plead for release.

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John shouted and sobbed before he could find or register words to respond to Sherlock. He tightened his hands in that hair and tugged.

He sobbed. Oh god.

"Oh please Sherlock. Fuck me. Please. Please. I want to come..."

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"Nnnnnngg.." Sherlock groaned when John pulled on his hair harder, his tongue still inside of John, the vibrations sending a new sensation to his lover.

He had to back out again to speak. "How?" He asked simply. He wasn't sure if John could come simply by him using his tongue, or whether he wanted Sherlock actually inside of him. "I have loosened you a little, but I would still have to stretch you.." he warned. There was no way he could take John as he was now, even though the tongue had loosened him a bit, it wasn't enough for his cock to go in without more stretching, he would need a couple of fingers at least..

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He sobbed when he felt those vibrations. Oh... John was so hard, he wanted Sherlock inside him, wanting to feel his lover moving in him.

"P... please. In me. Please." He begged, "up... Upstairs. Ring..." he had some toys up in his room, and there was a cockring that snapped among them.

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Sherlock couldn't help but growl once more while his tongue was inside of John before he pulled away again, gave John one more lick up from his hole, up his perineum and balls, and stopping where his hand was around John's cock.

"Oh, holding out on me now, are you?" He grinned, still holding John. "Well, it won't be hard to find your... toy box I am sure." he finally let go of John, got up and off the bed, and padded off, out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and up the stairs.

As he predicted, he had no trouble finding the box. He took his time, taking a few minutes to look at the.. surprisingly extensive collection that John had. He grabbed a cock ring, some extra lube, and one more small toy, then went back down, walking at an even pace. He wanted to give John a few moments to come back from the edge and calm a bit.

He took a detour to the loo, where he washed his mouth out with mouthwash, so John wouldn't feel weird kissing him. He wasn't sure how John felt about it, it was a conversation for another day.

He came back in, put the three items on the bedside table, and looked at John. He hadn't come yet, but he already looked so thoroughly wrecked.

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John's entire body was flushed and he was shifting on the bed, his hard cock bobbing as he did. The man sobbed and finally opened his eyes.

He looked at Sherlock, his lips parting. He looked like... like... sex personified. He was gorgeous.

And when had he left?

John whined and spread his legs. "Oh please..."

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Sherlock took the cock ring and attached it to John before he did anything else. It wouldn't give him any relief, but at least he wouldn't just go off like a rocket.

"I will, John. I will." He promised. He leaned down and gave John a long, languishing kiss, one that had the lingering taste of mint mouthwash. His hand wandered over his chest and arms and neck, anywhere he could reach, to connect to John, to touch him.

He knew he could do this all day, but John needed release, so after one last kiss, he moved down to kneel over John.

"Do you want yo be on your stomach or on your back?" He asked.

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The kiss was grounding and he relaxed into it with a small smile. John looked up at him, still trembling. That cock ring was also a grounding point, bringing him back from that continual edge.

He swallowed and shifted a bit. "Sherlock..." how did he want to be? How...?

"Stomach." John answered.

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"Okay then. Roll over onto your stomach." Sherlock said softly. He liked both positions for different reasons. On his back Sherlock could see John's eyes and kiss him and watch him come apart.

But when it came to sheer pleasure, for the both of them, the stomach was much more desirable. He could penetrate deeper and find the position to rub against his prostate with every thrust. It usually took a little adjusting his angle, but he could find it, and when he did, it set John off, which of course set Sherlock off as well.

"On you go." he said, watching John roll onto his stomach. And while he did, he took the lube and started to stroke himself softly, making sure not to get himself too aroused yet. He was rock hard and aching, but he knew he could hold off, he wasn't nearly as far gone as John.

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He whimpered and swallowed. Dear fucking god. John ached and wanted. He rolled onto his stomach and rocked his hips against the pillow that was under them. The sensation against his cock causing him to sob.

John wanted Sherlock to touch him, feel him, claim him. He wanted it. Wanted it all. And never wanted it to stop. Ever. He hiccuped and shifted. God. Oh fucking god yes.

"Please." He begged again uselessly.

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He could never get used to John, so strong and capable, being the same man that Sherlock knew how to turn into a beautiful begging mess when it came to the bedroom. It never ceased to amaze him that he was capable of this- and it would only ever be him.

Or would it? If he really was Merlin (and Sherlock believed that he was) had he had other lovers in the past. If he was immortal, would Sherlock die and John live on to love someone else?

He shook those thoughts out of his head. He couldn't let doubt or jealousy get the better of him now.. He had John and John had him and it was enough for now, it seemed.

Sherlock took another squirt of lube and warned it in his hands for a moment, then gently started to massage around John's entrance, trying to banish those blasphemous thoughts from his head.