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 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.

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John grumbled and relaxed into Sherlock. "Mmm, you don't sound so apologetic." He answered.

He wanted to stay in like this forever, wrapped up in his lover, ignoring the outside world. But he knew that they couldn't. They had to go out, help save the world. God damn it.

He yawned and then remained against Sherlock.

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"I truly don't want to upset your sleep schedule." This time, he did actually sound a bit regretful. "It won't behoove you to be awake all night, only to need to sleep again tomorrow afternoon."

Of course, Sherlock thought, he could wear John out again, but as much as he had enjoyed it, that wasn't really be best way to make John sleep.

Sherlock wrapped a long arm around John and pulled him close against him. "It's too late tonight to go after any possible knights. We can start again in the morning. Perhaps we should order some Thai? We can put on one of those inane nature programs that you like."

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John slipped his hand under Sherlock's dressing down to touch and feel the bare chest. He nuzzled the man's neck, feeling quite relaxed.

"Mmmm, thai and some telly does sound nice." he answered.

The blonde tilted his head up and smiled at Sherlock. "you look like you're up to something."

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The slightest shiver went down Sherlock's spine, goosebumps raised on his arms. He hadn't intended on trying to seduce John, he'd just slept over 6 hours after a pretty hard shagging. But John was not making this easy.

"I am up to nothing at all." He said, trying and failing to sound affronted by the idea. "But you are making it difficult to get up to turn on the telly and order takeout, I will admit."

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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."