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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"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."

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"You know, Mrs. Hudson is going to murder us when she finds out how I just defiled the Afghan that she knitted for me when I first moved in." He said, his voice going low.

Sherlock put the food down on the low coffee table in front of the couch, then went to the kitchen to retrieve a couple of glasses of water, some plates, silverware, and napkins. He brought them all (carefully) back in and set out getting the food plated, all while watching John, who was still trying to control the occasional giggle.

In all the movement, Sherlock's now also defiled dressing gown had opened, revealing a soft cock and a mix of both of their come on his body, but he shrugged. Now was the time to eat. Even if they wanted to, they had refractory periods to think about.

"Budge over." Sherlock shoved John playfully, then picked up his plate and went to work. Usually it was a chore getting him to eat, but with all of the... extra curricular activities that they had been doing, he'd worked up an appetite.

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John watched Sherlock and smiled. He shifted and pulled his pyjama pants back on and tied his own dressing gown shut.

Once Sherlock returned, he shifted over, smiling. "You look absolutely defiled." He grinned at the man as he folded the afghan into a nice pile and tucked it to the side.

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"I wonder whose fault that is." He mock glared at John, pouring his curry over the sticky white rice it came with. "Someone seemed to think that he had enough time to defile me before the food came. And how did that end up, I wonder?" He smiled and shook his head.

"I'm going to need a very long, very hot shower after this." He admitted, through bites of his Yellow Curry Chicken. He could have closed his gown as well, but chose not to, preferring the look on John's face when he saw himself all over him.

"You are going to be quite sore in the morning, I am afraid." Sherlock said, once again not sounding sorry in the least that he'd been buggered twice in a day.

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John just smiled innocently at that as he took a bite of his crispy basil chicken. He reached over and stole a piece of Sherlock's curry, popping the piece in his mouth.

"You're welcome." He laughed, "You quite enjoyed buggering me to completion."

He took another bite and then shrugged. "I've had worse pain, and hell, I'd let you bugger me all day long if it meant keeping us inside."

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Sherlock knew that they couldn't stay inside all the time. They needed to look for the knights. And he knew that John knew this as well, but he didn't bring that up. He didn't want to ruin this moment.

To repay him, Sherlock used his chopsticks to steal a piece of John's chicken as well. He hadn't tried it before, but he made an almost sinful noise as he chewed and swallowed it. It was exquisite. He made a note to order that next time.

And you enjoyed being buggered over the table and on the couch. We are going to defile this entire flat if we keep going like this." He chuckled and went back to his curry. "Don't think that the idea of buggering you on every single surface of his flat is not appealing, or bending you over all day."

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He knew, he understood. John knew there was a duty that they needed to take care of. Finding the Knights, stopping whatever it was that woke Arthur.

John laughed when Sherlock stole a piece of his chicken. He honestly didn't mind. He was glad that Sherlock was eating.

"I did. Quite a lot. I would like you to tie me to our bed and bugger me with toys, your fingers, tongue, cock..." He said casually, "Until all I can do is spread my legs for your pleasure."

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Sherlock almost choked on a piece of chicken. "You are going to wear me out, old man." He joked with a smirk and a smile. John, for his part, looked like he was about 5 years older than Sherlock, though he knew better- now.. so it was a joke that worked on a couple of levels. Those were the kind Sherlock liked best, the intelligent jokes. And he knew that John, unlike most people in his life, would understand it

"I think we might need to take a short raincheck for those things. But be warned, John. I WILL remember, and I WILL be returning to this conversation another time."

He was quiet for a few moments, before he dropped a bomb of his own. "And what if I said that I wanted you to do the same to me?"

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He laughed and smiled at Sherlock. He liked that the man joked with him, teased him. It was comforting and reminded him that he wasn't alone.

"I will cash that raincheck for you anytime." John told Sherlock.

He paused and then smiled. "Then I will do it. I promise."

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A slight blush flushed Sherlock's cheeks, at the thought of John actually dominating him. He tended to be a dominant personality, in pretty much every portion of his life, but the thought of giving into John, and letting him fully take over made him shift a bit on the couch. Having John ride him was wonderful, but he wondered what it would be like to actually have John inside of him.

That made him shift again.

"I don't want to make you, if you don't want to, John." He knew John liked to let Sherlock take control. "Don't do it because I want you to, do it because you want to."

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He paused and set down his chopsticks. John looked at Sherlock. "I'll try anything once. We can try it and if I don't like it, I'll let you know."

John reached out and cupped his cheek. "I love you and want to make you happy."

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The look in John's eyes. He knew that the man was absolutely serious. He believed John when he said it.

But his heart skipped when John said those three little words. This was so new for both of them. And it wasn't that Sherlock didn't care for him, and love him, but it was harder for him to say those little words.

"John.." He said softly. It was all he could say and he was quiet for a moment before he repeated the word. "John." What was it about this man that drove him to speechlessness? No one else in his life could render him speechless like John cold in three little words.