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 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.

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John shifted them so he had a better angle and began to thrust. Hard. In and out. Over and over. He was going to take Sherlock and fill him up. He was going to own this man. Again and again.

He shifted and pressed his face against the man's back as he moved.

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Sherlock was buggered hard and fast, being thrown forward with each thrust. He was finally able to get underneath his body and tug the front of his pajama bottoms down. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke in time with John's thrusts.

He was already so worked up, the first time he grabbed his turgid member, he knew that he was only going to last a few moments before he went off like a rocket. John had wound him up so much, he was like a spring ready to explode.

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"Fuck Sherlock..." he panted, "Fuck oh god... I'm going to come inside you."

He nipped at the man's shoulder blades and then gave a hard thrust as he climaxed.

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"NNngggg.. Ahhhhhh!!!" Somewhere deep within the intense overwhelming pleasure, he heard John speaking, felt the nip at his shoulder, but he was too far gone already.

He cried out louder than he ever had while inside John, his whole body went stiff and his vision went white. He had never felt anything this intense, he had no idea how having someone inside of him would feel.

He bucked and rocked and writhed through the euphoria while vaguely he felt John's warmth filling him inside.

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John was trembling and panting. Oh God. He shifted and pulled back slightly, but not out. No. He wanted to remain buried deep in Sherlock.

He soothed his hands over the man's sides and kissed his back.

"Look at you. You beautiful needy thing. You love having a cock up your arse don't you?"

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As he started to come down, his entire body felt like one big nerve, ever single movement, even breathing, made his body tingle and shake. He was dripping with sweat, his hand and chest and the couch under them was covered in his come.

He could feel John shift a bit above him, and heard him talking. His brain parsed out the words, but it wouldn't let him respond. He just grunted softly and tried to nod, but he wasn't even sure if his body obeyed his commands.

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John reluctantly pulled out and shifted to spread Sherlock's cheeks. Mostly to check for tearing or injury. But the sight of his cum dripping out of Sherlock's hole. Fuck.

He leaned in and licked over the open, leaking hole. Just one lick.

He pulled back and shifted to cuddle against Sherlock. He kissed his head.

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He groaned when John pulled out. Suddenly he felt so empty, literally and figuratively.

Of course Sherlock knew that John was taking care of him, checking for injury. Even after everything, the intense buggering he gave, he was so caring.

"Y'sssss..." He hissed, oh god, he loved John licking at him. He had no idea that he would have loved that but... yes. fucking yes he did.

"Mmmm..." Once again, he tried to talk, but he still wasn't able to form words. His whole body was floating, high on endorphins and adrenaline and oxytocin. And sleep. He wanted to sleep with John next to him on the couch. but he tried to stay awake, also not wanting to let this wonderful feelings and moment end.

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John pulled a blanket over them and kissed his head. "Don't worry love, I've got you." He promised.

He then settled down to sleep, content to be wrapped up in Sherlock like this.

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"John...." His voice was little, it almost sounded tentative, but he was just so drained... quite literally. He had no idea it would be so intense or take so much out of him.

He sighed and snuggled into John, his eyes closing. He gave into his sleep and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, safe in John's arms.