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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"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.

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John woke, feeling content. He snuggled against Sherlock's back, making a small noise. He swallowed and then carefully extracted himself from the couch. Dear god.

He hoped Sherlock had enjoyed it.

He went to get cleaned up. Mind drifting to the idea of conjuring a doppelganger to have fun with. It wasn't the first time he had done it.

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Sherlock stirred bit when John woke up. He didn't want to wake up, but he did. He sat up, running a hand through his mussy hair.

"Nng." He groaned and stood up. He was sore, like he knew he would be, but he didn't mind smiling at the memory of what they ha done.

"I need a shower." He said, stretching. As he walked past John, have gave his lover a kiss, then headed to the shower, turning it on as hot as he could.

"Ahhhh..." he smiled and leaned into the water, letting it slough down his body.

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John smiled as Sherlock passed him. He was quiet a moment before he got in the shower behind the taller man. He shifted and nuzzled his shoulders a bit.

"Mmm, you smell good." He muttered.

Like them and sex. It was a good smell.

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Sherlock smiled when John came in. He move forward, giving John room to step him behind him.

"I smell like you." He said, leaning back into the nuzzle. "I wonder why." He grabbed the soap and started to lather up his body, getting his own come off of his chest, but leaving his rear dirty- at least for now.

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John chuckled and then pulled back to get his own soap to start to clean himself up. The water felt good. And he felt more relaxed than he had in a long time. Maybe it was the increased use of magic.

He grinned and teased a brush of magic against Sherlock's hole.

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Sherlock feels the warm tingle around his arse. He chuckled, looking over his shoulder

"What kinda sorcery are you performing on me, you witch?" He asked with a giggle.

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John laughed and did it again, adding a bit of pressure, almost like a finger trying to press in.

"Seducing you." He chuckled.

He loved that he could really be himself around Sherlock, and let the man see all of him.

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"Ahhh.. John..." He put his hand on the tile of the shower wall.

"Are you... going to magic me to another orgasm?" He asked, looking over his shoulder. Not that he would mind. John had already said that he could make a copy of himself.

"It isn't like you really have to do a lot to seduce me." He smirked. "You already have me, hook line and sinker."

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He pulled his magic away and then hummed softly. "Perhaps... Perhaps not." He chuckled, "I just want you to be happy. Both of us to be happy."

John ducked under the water to rinse himself off. He didn't mind that it put him in Sherlock's line of fire so to speak.

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He groaned at the lack of magic, but took the time to clean himself well, even around his arse.

"John, you make me happy." He said when John stepped under the water. He leaned in and kissed John, deeply, running his hand through the shorter man's hair. "So very very happy. He increased the kiss, requesting entrance to John's mouth with his tongue.

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John returned the kiss, relaxing into it, letting himself fall into the pleasure. Oh Sherlock...

He shuddered and wrapped an arm around the man's waist. Dear god yes... He wanted to be engulfed by the man. It was wonderful and amazing and everything that he had always wanted.

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Sherlock took a step forward so their bodies were pressed together.

"Do you want to see if we can make you get off before we run out of cold water?" He asked, nibbling John's neck after asking the question.

"Or.. we can move to the bed." They were supposed to be resting today so they could find more knights tomorrow, and yet, here they were, after one round of shagging they might be ready to try for round two.