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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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.

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After another couple of moments of letting his hand wander, while he continued to lick and suck at John's entrance, his hand finally, finally came up to John's cock, rock hard, deep red and flushed with arousal, and leaking.

He used a bit of the leaking precome to slick his hand and stroked, agonizingly slowly at first, barely moving up and down the shaft, only enough to tease, to take a bit of the edge off, not nearly enough to make him come.. not yet. He would try to draw that out as long as he could.

"Mmm.." Sherlock hummed, his mouth still against John. "So nice." He rumbled, letting John feel the vibrations of his voice again.

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John was a mess. He was a trembling, needy mess. He ached and ached. He wanted it all. He sobbed and shifted a bit. The feeling of Sherlock touching him, licking him.

He whined and cried out when he felt that hand stroke. Oh god. He felt like he was going to go off at a moment. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. He was trembling, his body teetering on that edge.

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He could feel John shaking, and he immediately backed off, both taking his hand off John's cock and moving his hand away from the man's arse.

"John." He said softly, his hands on his back and hip to steady John, and ground him. "I.. can let you go, if you want. I don't have to tease you, if you don't want me to."

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"Please Sherlock... Let me come." He begged, "Please. Please."

John wanted to get off. He needed to get off. He sobbed and squirmed. It was so much and everything he needed. Wanted.

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"Alright." Sherlock whispered in John's ear. He gripped John's cock with one hand, and with the other, he spread John's cheeks.

He paused when he was right against John's hole, his hot breath on the sensitive skin. "I want to hear and feel you come.." He said, then was silent again.

Sherlock tongue dipped into his entrance again, as deep as he could go, while his right hand stroked John, hard and fast. He ran the pad of this thumb over John's head with each upstroke, and on the down stroke, rubbed against his balls. His tongue delved deep, finding every crevice, every nerve, intent on making John fall over the edge.

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He did. He fell. John shouted and bucked as he went crashing over the edge...

Oh god.

He sobbed as he felt himself come, his body tightening and relaxing all at once. How could Sherlock do that to him? Make him feel like this?

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Sherlock worked the man through his orgasm, licking on one end and pumping on the other. He felt John's body writhe and shake and buck under him, felt the man's cock stiffen and pulse, and felt the hot liquid spill over his hand, coating his fingers and running between them, dripping down onto table, and down tothe tiled kitchen floor.

As John started to come down, he pulled his head away first, and then gave John a couple more slow, languid strokes to milk the last of his come out before he let go. He knew how easy it was to get overstimulated, so he pulled away right as he could see the last of the lingering pleasure of the orgasm fade.

"John.." He said, his voice just as wrecked as if it had been him. It was an intense experience on his end as we, and though he hadn't come himself (though he'd been close) that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was John, bent over the kitchen table,. having made quite a mess of it.

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John was so out of it. His head was spinning and he just couldn't. He sobbed and shifted a bit. Oh god. God. He was trembling.

"Sherlock..." he managed before he lost his grip and slid to the floor. He was exhausted.

That had been so intense. So powerful. So everything. He shuddered and moaned. John felt so weak, like all his bones had melted.

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"Bed." Sherlock said, with a voice that brooked no argument. He helped John to his feet, wrapping John's arm around his shoulder.

He half drug, half carried John into their bedroom, where he laid the man down, then pulled the covers up over him.

"Sleep." he said, in the same tone. "We can talk later." While it was important to find the other Knights, John was in no state to do anything right now but rest.

"I'll check in on you later, John." He gently ran his hand through the man's sweaty hair and kissed his forehead, a chaste, soft kiss.

"Sleep." He repeated, before he turned the light off and left, closing the door behind him.

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John didn't argue. He was exhausted. And he would do whatever Sherlock wanted right now. He moved the best he could with the man to their bedroom.

He was nearly asleep when his head hit the pillow. It was so warm and comfortable. He made a soft noise and curled up further in the bed.

He soon drifted off to sleep, feeling relaxed and at ease for the first time in ages.

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While John was asleep, Sherlock did a lot of research on his computer. He read about the Arthurian myths, each of the members of the Round table, all the legends and stories about their exploits, and anything else he could get his hands on, even reading about theories about what happened to them and modern accounts.

He checked on John on the hour, every hour, but he was still asleep through lunch and well into the the afternoon. And still Sherlock kept watch and learned all he could about who he was and who John is still.

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John came out of the bedroom in the evening. He was wearing sleep pants and a dressing gown. His hair was ruffled and there was a delightful hickey forming om his neck.

He made a noise and pressed himself against Sherlock's side as he settled against the man on the couch. "What time is it?" he asked, voice muddled with sleep.

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Sherlock had managed to get a dressing gown in the bedroom one of the times he checked in on John. He was naked under it but it was tied, so he was decent, if anyone had come in- which they hadn't. It was late enough that Mrs. Hudson would have already taken her 'evening soothers', so it was unlikely that anyone else would come up, but still, he did have some sense of propriety.

He'd been on his laptop when he heard John start to stir. He knew he was coming before he came down the hallway and into the living room. He smiled at John, god he was so fucking beautiful when he was sleep tousled and marked.

Sherlock closed the laptop and put it aside, leaning into John, licking softly at where the red spot on his neck.

"Its half six." He said, nuzzling John. "I think I might have worn you out. I apologize." The way he spoke made it sound like he was not even remotely sorry at all.