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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Sherlock had certainly been surprised when Lestrade came barging in, with three of his Scotland Yarders. They had explained to him abut the visions, but he had been trying to tell them that they needed to wait until John was awake. He hadn't been feeling well, and need to rest for a bit.

As soon as John came out, looking slightly disheveled, but a bit more rested and less peaky, Sherlock turned angrily on the rest of them.

"And now you awoke him. I should throw the lot of you out bodily." He shouted, then sighed. "Fortunately for you idiotic lot, John needs to talk to you, or else you would have already been gone."

At least a couple of them had the courtesy to look a little sheepish.

"Alright, John? Or do you need a bit more time?" He asked a lot more softly to his lover.

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"I could use another couple hours of sleep. But dealing with three at once will make our lives easier in the long run." He answered as he ran a hand through his mussed hair. John smiled at Sherlock and then walked over to the three yarders.

"Alright. Sit down." he ordered the three of them. There was no room for argument in his tone. He was exhausted, but could feel the magic bubbling under the skin. Three knights in one place. He would need to make a list.

Dimmock was the first to sit, pulling Sally and Anderson with him.

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Sherlock frowned. He was going to have a talk with Greg when this was all over about the conduct of both him and his men. But for right now, he was just an observer.

He watched the four of them sit cross legged on the floor, equally confused looks on all of their faces. He had seen this three times already now, and he had to admit that he still couldn't quite believe it, it was still amazing to watch.

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John looked at Sherlock and then let out a breath. "Gawain, Gallahad, Geraint, and Gaheris..." He moved his hand, letting the magic fall around each of them. He knew Greg already remembered who he was. But it was easier to do four than three.

He moved to sit in a chair, looking at the four. "You four are Knights of the Round Table, from the ancient Kingdom of Camelot, loyal to King Arthur. There is a threat to London, to all of England coming. You are awakening, being called upon by England herself."

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Sherlock watched intently. He could feel the warm tingle of the magic in the room. Interestingly enough, it actually brought another, shorter and less intense bout of memories to his thoughts, which was something that he hadn't expected.

As for the other 4, Greg just smiled, it looked like he was given more memories as well. The other three looked skeptical, then surprised and amazed, and finally, content as the memories faded slightly and they came back to themselves.

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Dimmock opened his eyes and then looked to Sally and Anderson before looking back at John. He stared for a moment. "Merlin."

John just smiled at them. "Please, discuss this with Greg elsewhere. I'm going to go back to bed." He rose, as pale as he had been when they left Mycroft's office earlier in the day.

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Sherlock flashed them a look that meant GET OUT. NOW.

He then turned to John and ignored them as he put his arm around John and helped him into bed. This time, he got undressed and got into bed with John. He wrapped his arms around the man and kissed him softly.

"Rest, John. I'll be here with you this time. Sleep."

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John got up and rubbed his face. He felt like he had slept for ages. He looked at his phone. It had been at least twelve hours. Huh. He sat at the kitchen table and spread out the map on the table. Next to the faded points of lights, he wrote the names of the Knights and their identities in this life.

He set the pen down and rubbed his forehead.

This was a pain. Trying to convince ordinary people of what they were. That he wasn't crazy. Good grief.

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Sherlock had intended to just lay and go into his Mind Palace, but having John close to him, and everything that had happened that day was exhausting, and he fell asleep.

Something vaguely registered when the bed moved, but he quickly fell back asleep.

By the time he got back up, used the loo, and walked into the living room,. John was awake and looking at the maps. He looked like he had a headache, so he got some paracetamol and a glass of water and walked over to John, kissing his forehead.

"Alright, John?"

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He looked up when he heard a noise and he smiled. There was such obvious love and caring on his face.

"I never wanted this for any of you." He told Sherlock, "I want everyone to be able to live happily and not worry about whatever is coming."

He took the paracetamol and chased it with some water before letting out a sigh.

"At least we have six knights found." he noted.

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He walked behind John and started to massage his shoulders.

"You shouldn't have to shoulder all of this responsibility yourself, John." He said, while still massaging his shoulders "I am going to be here to assist you in any way that I can."

"We are halfway there. We can take a day off to let you rest." He looked out the window, it was very early morning, almost daybreak. "We will start again tomorrow. I want you to be strong when we continue on this mission."

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He relaxed back into Sherlock's touch, letting out a breath. Oh that felt nice. Lovely. John swallowed and closed his eyes.

"Mmm, alright. I can agree to that. Is clothing optional? Or do you want to snog on the couch?" John enjoyed touching Sherlock, making the man feel good, feeling that hot skin under his hands.

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They were both dressed for now, but that could be easily remidied.

"If you would prefer for today to be clothing optional, I am not adverse to that." He said, with a little smirk. "But the intention is for you to rest, so we can't be snogging and such all day. You have to actually rest."

He leaned down and licked John's neck. "But I'm sure we can figure some compromise out."

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He swore and shuddered at the feeling of that tongue along his neck. Christ. That tongue could do such wicked things to him. John shivered and with a flick of his wrist, let the map close up on it's own.

"Alright, resting for a majority of the day. But can we at least cuddle?" He looked to his partner. Oh he wanted to tease the man a bit. See how he came apart.

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Sherlock licked John's neck again, then gave it a little nibble. "I never said we couldn't do anything.." He whispered into John's ear, before nibbling on the bottom of his ear lobe. "We just can't stay in bed shagging ALL day..."

He took John's hand and led him to the couch, laying him down, then laying partially on him and partially beside him.. there wasn't too much room on the couch.

"No need to start crap telly. We won't be watching it anyways." he said with a wicked sort of grin.

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John's mind decided to fuck off to who knows where. Sherlock was being delightfully seductive and all he wanted to do was fall into the man. Fuck.

He let himself be led and positioned. John stared up at him, lips parted. "How loud are we going to be though?"

John reached down and palmed Sherlock's covered groin.

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He groaned and rocked into the touch. "Why do you ask, John? Are you keen to get Mrs. Hudson up here to make sure that we aren't murdering each other or someone else?" He asked, his voice husky already. He could feel himself starting to stir to life.

"Because I bet.." He leaned in and licked at John's ear "That you could make me scream..." His tone was low, it was a challenge, one he was sure that John would take.

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"You prat." He groaned. Sherlock knew every way to push his buttons and he loved every moment of it. Yes. Oh dear yes. He shuddered and shifted to rock their hips together. John loved the way the man made him feel.

His breath caught at those words and all he could do was nod. So he maneuvered them so Sherlock was under him. He palmed the man's groin again.

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"You say prat as if it's a bad thing." Sherlock growled, which turned into an undignified "Ahhh!" when John suddenly rolled him down onto the couch and perched over him.

"Nnnnng... Jooooohnnn..." It was as much of a groan as it was his name. He arched up into the palming again, a frustrated look on his face.

"Get these damned sleep trousers off of me." He said, trying to shift them down, but it was impossible with John on top of him.

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He licked his lips. "Or what?" He asked, "what would you do to me?"

John moved his hand and teased his finger along the outline of Sherlock's hard cock.

He loved tormenting his lover. Seeing how far Sherlock could go until he broke.

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"I... Nnnnffff.." Any threat he was going to say totally left his brain when John started to tease with just one finger.

It felt so good, but it wasn't nearly enough. He bucked up hard again, trying to get more friction against the now hard, throbbing cock that was pressing against the soft cotton of his pajama bottoms.


"Jooooohn.." It was a plead this time, no doubt about it.

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John decided to take pity on him. He shifted and pulled down Sherlock's pyjama pants. He grinned at the sight of that hard cock.

Without a second thought, he leaned in and took it all the way in his mouth and down his throat.

He began to move his head up and down, groaning.

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He sighed in relief when his cock sprung free from the confines of his pants. But he didn't even have time to say or do anything before his cock was engulfed by John's warm wet mouth and...

Ohhhh God... he can fucking deep throat.

Sherlock threw his head back and clawed at the couch in a desperate bid not to thrust upwards and choke John. It took every bit of his willpower not to, but he managed to hold himself back, despite the feeling of John's rumbling voice down the length of his cock.


"NNnnggg.... Ahhhhhh.." he was reduced to only noises now, no words.

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John loved seeing Sherlock come apart like this. Seeing him strip down to his primal base. God he was lucky.

He moved his head up and down, swallowing Sherlock's cock down each time. Why did he wait so long to do this? To see Sherlock come apart in this way.

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Sherlock fell deeper and deeper, he was going to go over the edge, John's mouth and tongue were so terribly talented, but he didn't want to come this fast, like a horny teenager.

He put his hand on John's shoulder and pressed a bit, making a noise that sounded a bit like "Shtaaahpp.." He groaned and tried to wriggle away. He was close.. right on the cusp of coming.