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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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.

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John gasped when Sherlock pressed against him. He shuddered and grabbed ahold of the man.

"Fuck... Sherlock. Please..." he begged, "If you don't get me off, I'll summon a doppelganger to do it for me."

He was resting. He was feeling better than ever. But right now he just wanted Sherlock. Anyway the man wanted to give it.

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An evil grin filled Sherlock's face. Sadly, he was a little too concerned that one or both of them would slip in the shower if he tried to bugger him properly.

But...

Sherlock dropped to his knees and started to lick at John's bollocks. He licked a long stripe up between his balls, right up to the base of his cock.

"Mmmm." Even through the water and soap he could taste and smell John's distinctive musk. And he loved it.

"I think I might want to watch a doppelganger get you off." He rumbled deeply.

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John shouted when Sherlock licked him. Oh god. The memories of Sherlock rimming him came flooding back. How he felt... Fuck.

He grabbed at the wall, panting. Shit. Shit!

"Yo... You want to watch my doppelganger fuck me?" He asked panting.

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He looked up, still kneeling in front of John. He had the most mischevious look in his eyes.

"No." He said simply.

"I want to fuck you while your doppelganger sucks you off. I'm not letting it have all the fun."

Then his smile widened. "Or, even better, I can be fucking you while you fuck your doppelganger. I want to see how hard you bugger it while I am taking you from behind."

"But, we'd have to get out of the shower." He said.

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John just moaned. Fuck. Oh dear god. Fuck. He trembled a bit, lips parting. Sherlock...

"Anything you want." He breathed, "Anything at all."

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"Out of the shower. NOW." He commanded. Of course he didn't have the magic commanding behind his voice like John did, or his somewhat famous (or infamous) Captain Watson voice, but he could sound commanding when he wanted to.

He very quickly got the last of the soap off of both of them, turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel for each of them. He dried himself off as quickly as he could, then hurried to the bedroom, where he grabbed a second bottle of lube (he had no idea where John had magicked the first one) and a couple of fresh towels that he put down on the bed to not ruin the sheets.

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His knees went weak. John whined softly, but then got out of the shower after rinsing off. There was something about Sherlock being so commanding that he loved. Dear god it made him hard and aching.

He dried off and then went to the bed. He wanted Sherlock, he didn't care if the doppelganger was involved. He just wanted Sherlock.

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The moment John climbed into bed, Sherlock was all over him. He laid on top of the man, rubbing their bodies together. His mouth fond any part of John that he could, a neck, a nipple, a shoulder, every bit of flesh was open to him.

"Thank you.. for earlier." He whispered in John's ear. It was wonderful. I know it was unusual for you. You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Perhaps we can try again another time." He licked down John's ear, to his neck and down to his collarbone.