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 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.

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He pulled back and looked at Sherlock. "Too much?" He asked with a wicked grin.

John shifted and stripped off his own sleep clothes. He moved to straddle Sherlock's hips, shifting around to bring them both pleasure.

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Sherlock was panting and sweaty, but after a moment he was able to speak.

"I.. was just about to come..." He said simply. "I don't think you want the fun to be over quite so soon, do you?" Sherlock asked with a slightly loopy smile. He already looked wrecked, undone, but thankfully John had gotten the idea and stopped.

He arched up when John's (finally!!) naked body was on top of his, making thier hard cocks rub against each other. He groaned and shivered, he was still close to the edge, so he had to be careful. He tried to will himself down just a bit so he wouldn't go off like a rocket.

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John didn't want it to end so soon. He stroked his fingers down Sherlock's chest, a small smile on his face.

"Tell me. What else do you want?" He asked. John wanted to sink down onto Sherlock's cock and ride him until they were both spent. But this was also about his partner and he wanted to make sure that Sherlock was getting pleasure as well.

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"You. " Sherlock said, his voice low and husky. He really wanted John inside of him, but he could tell that wasn't what John wanted right now, so he didn't say anything else, he just rocked up against John again, eliciting a groan from his own lips.

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John shuddered and then shifted off Sherlock. "Turn over." He instructed with a grin.

He used a bit of magic to summon the lube to his hand. He wanted to know what it was like to bury himself into Sherlock, feel the man around him.

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Sherlock looked at John, trying to judge his reaction.

"Are... you sure John? We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I know... this isn't what you normally do..."

He shook his head when John summoned the bottle of lube, he assumed it was the one from the drawer in the bedside table in the bedroom. What else could he do with that magic, he wondered? He'd have to find out another time.

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"I want to know what it's like to have my cock buried in your plush arse. To feel you climax around me..." he said as he pushed a finger into Sherlock's hole.

The man was right. They didn't normally do this. Normally he was impaled on Sherlock's long cock.

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"By your leave then." He said, with a cheeky grin before turning over onto his stomach on the couch. He could only hope that by partially keeping his sleep bottoms on that he wouldn't ruin the couch too badly.

"Nnnnnnggg..." Sherlock moaned when John's finger slipped in. Whereas Sherlock's fingers were long and lean, John's were shorter and thicker. He couldn't reach as far, but with more girth, Sherlock could feel the pressure and slight pain intensely.

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John began to move his finger in and out of Sherlock. He knew he didn't have as long of a reach as the other man, but he wanted him to feel good. After a bit he added a second finger into him.

"Look at you. All needy..." he chuckled.

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Sherlock wanted to feel embarrassed and indignant at the way he was groaning and squirming under John's touch. He rocked against the finger, pressing back as John pressed in, trying to take every bit of him that he could.

"Ahhhhh." Sherlock grimaced at the second finger being pressed in. "Jooooohnnn..." He arched his back. Yes, he was wanton and needy and right now he just didn't care. He wanted more.. he NEEDED more.

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He pushed his fingers in deep, twisting them around. He pulled back and then pushed in a third, moving them a bit.

"Have you been daydreaming what my magic can do?" He asked as he moved his fingers. In and out, stretching the man.

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"Ahhhhh." His whole body tensed at the third finger. He had never, ever had anyone inside of him before, and John was stretching him more than he has ever been stretched before.. And yet, he knew that when John pressed that wonderful cock inside of him, he would be stretched even more.

And it was all he wanted now, for John to be inside of him.

"Yy-y-es..." He groaned.

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"Like what?" He asked. John did not sound like he had his lover in shambles under him. He sounded pleased and put together.

He twisted his fingers and added a bit more lube before teasing the fourth along Sherlock's rim.

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"AHHHHhhhh!!" He arched hard off the couch, almost falling off of it. He had never felt anything like this, he was stretched so wide now, it was an intense mix of pleasure and pain, a heady mix, a rush of endorphins.

"Nnnnf... rrrr.." He couldn't even speak, he was so far gone. He was trying to rub himself against the couch, but it wasn't near enough.

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John chuckled. Such a mess. He ran his free hand down Sherlock's back. "Shh... Do you want something to suck on?" He knew he could create a doppelganger of himself that would last twenty-four hours... What fun they could have.

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Sherlock looked back over his shoulder at John. What in the world was he talking about? The had never talked about inviting anyone else in, and he wasn't sure that he wouldn't be able to reign in his jealousy if they did.

"J-j-ohn..?" He was barely able to get out the words, but he forced them out of himself.

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"It would be just a doppelganger of myself. It would last twenty four hours, or until I ended the spell." He told Sherlock, "It would be just me..."

John shifted his fingers against Sherlock's prostate.

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His eyes went wide the moment John found his prostate. He arched up off the couch again.

"Jaaaaaa..." he couldn't even get the man's name out. He pushed as hard as he could against the couch, god he needed to come, and right now.. John needed to fuck him. He couldn't take this.

Trying to get the point across, he pressed back against those fingers, trying to fuck himself against John's fingers, but even with 4 fingers, it just wasn't quite at the right angle to let him get off.

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"Well?" He asked as he slowly eased his four fingers out of Sherlock.

"What do you say to a good old fashioned threesome?" He ran a finger around the stretched rim of Sherlock's hole.

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He had no idea what to say. While it would be nice to suck on something, it would be really weird to have a second John in front of him, while having John behind him, buggering him silly.

"J-j-ust... f-f-uck me... John... p-p-please... " He said, his voice low and breathy. His ass was in the air and his head was buried in the couch. It was as close as Sherlock had ever come to begging.

His whole body sagged slightly when John pulled his fingers away. he was gaping open but empty. He rocked back yet again, his hole dripping with the large amounts of lube that John had to use.

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He decided to take pity on Sherlock. He shifted a bit and then pushed his entire cock into Sherlock's waiting body.

John moaned. Oh god yes... He gripped his lover's hips and began to thrust.

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"Ahhhhhhhh...." It was a sound of utter relief, though he did wince in pain. He hadn't been expecting for John to push in all the way. He had opened him up enough that he was well stretched, but John was thicker than average, and his formerly virgin hole still stretched around him.

Sherlock was absolutely at the mercy of John, and he loved it. The couch shook under them and Sherlock desperately tried to work a hand underneath his body to try to give his cock some relief. His pajama bottoms were moist with his pre-come and stretched in the front, he was so damn hard.

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"Are you alright?" John asked as he rubbed his thumbs across those bony hips. God the man was gorgeous like this. Spread out for him, ripe for the taking. He shuddered and rocked forward gently.

"Do you want to be owned?" He asked as he thrust again.

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He nodded his head, he wasn't really sure that could form any noises, much less coherent words or sentences right now.

And when John asked the second question, and thrust harder, he cried out and nodded his head even more thoroughly. He tried to yell "Yes!" but it just came out as a jumbled mess of sounds.

Oh bloody buggering fuck, he wanted to be owned by John, to be fucked and used and filled by his lover more than anything else right fucking now.