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 rocked softly against John, letting him feel their bodies together.

"Mmm..." He groaned softly. Even through John's post coital haze, he could feel the slight tension in John's body, and in his voice. He knew his lover was worried, and he was sure he knew what it was about.

"We found the first knights fairly quickly. " He said. "We have most of the ones who are close, physically and when it comes to friendship. The rest might be a bit harder, but we are over halfway done, and I have no doubt that we will have success finding them as well." He rocked his hard body against John again, savoring the feel of warm skin against warn skin.

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John shuddered and pushed back against Sherlock. Again. Again. He was hazy and content. But he felt that the man hadn't gotten off. And he wanted to relieve his lover.

Hearing those words made him smile. They had. It would be alright. But for right now...

John shifted and moved them so he was on top of Sherlock, pinning the man's arms above his head. "You didn't come."

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"Mmmrrfff..." Sherlock made a grunt when John moved over him and pinned him down. He really hadn't intended to finish himself, he'd been much more interested in getting John off.

And boy, had he done that.

He'd softened a bit as they cuddled and talked. Seems that having his lover above him could.. remedy that situation.

"You.. oof... don't have to, John." He said softly, with a warm smile on his face. He really was content right now, John was till in the last bit of his afterglow. His voice and breath had only just returned to normal.

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John smiled warmly down at him. He liked this position. He could watch the expressions on Sherlock's face. He licked his lips and then slowly ran his fingers down Sherlock's shoulders and chest.

"I want to. I want to see you come apart and shout my name. I want to see you utterly spent under me." He told Sherlock.

John wanted Sherlock to be happy and content. To enjoy what they did, knowing the man reached his finish as well.

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Those filthy, filthy words coming from John's mouth, oh what that did to him. Sherlock groaned and arched up, trying to get a little friction against John's body, and failing utterly. If he hadn't been fully aroused before, he most certainly was now.

He watched with slightly lidded eyes as the hand that wasn't holding his arms above his her teased his warm, flushed skin. There was something about being at the mercy of your lover that ignited that intense desire within him.

"Johhhhn." His voice was low and husky. Yes, he wanted to do all of that, have John watch him as he came apart, as he shouted John's names to the heaven in the throws of his extacy. He wanted all of that, and more.

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John licked his lips and shifted, causing them to rock together. He shivered and then grinned at Sherlock.

"Yes?" he asked.

He wanted to see the man come apart, shatter. He loved it.

To see Sherlock be torn down to his base layer.

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"Aaaaahhh!!" It was a low, guttural moan that tore from his mouth the moment John applied just a little friction for his aching length. And as soon as it was there, it was gone again, leaving him bereft, wanting- NEEDING more...

"P-p-please..." He begged. He swore he would never beg. He had never begged to anyone in his life, not to his brother, or his parents, not to anyone.

Except John.

John was always his exception it seemed, and this was no different.

"Please..." He begged again, rocking his hips uselessly in the air.

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John looked at him, watched him. He grinned and then leaned in to kiss his neck.

He nipped and sucked. God. He loved this. Seeing Sherlock come apart.

"What do you want?" He whispered against his ear.

"How do you want me?"

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Every part of his skin was on fire, it felt like all of his nerves were firing on all cylinders, and the slightest touch sent a rocket of flame up his spine and throughout his whole body.

It took a moment after the nipping and sucking stopped for Sherlock to process the question that had been presented to him.

THIS was why he loved John Watson. He could make his entire mind shut down. He wasn't deducing, his mind wasn't running at a million kilometers per hour. When he was with John, John could make him stop thinking and just... FEEL.

When he was finally able to answer, his voice was so low, even he could almost not hear it.

"P-p-please.." He begged, in a low throaty whine. "Please... t-take me..."

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"Sherlock..." He looked at the man. Studied him...

"No."

John shook his head. "You'll shatter and climax before I even get a chance to be inside you."

He didn't want that. He wanted to give the man relief before anything else.

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What came out of his mouth couldn't quite be called a sob, but it was a sad, broken sort of noise. He had felt what it was to have John inside of him, and now he wanted more.

He looked at John, pleading in his eyes. "I... can use a cock ring.. It will make sure I don't climax, it will just be all the more intense when you let me finish.." He sounded broken, his voice wavering, unlike he ever sounded in the past. He just wanted this.. wanted him so much.

"I... want you, John." He repeated. "Please."

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John wanted to give Sherlock everything that he wanted. He wanted the man to be happy. Content.

He nodded after a moment and smiled at the man under him.

"Anything for you. I would do anything for you." He whispered.

He kissed the man as he summoned a cockring to his hand.

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Sherlock chuckled and shook his head. :"You and your magic are going to be the end of me.." He quipped, his mouth up in a smirk. "I can only imagine the things you could do if we really wanted something.. different in the bedroom. You've already offered to conjure up a doppelganger of yourself. I want to explore that... soon."

He took the cock ring gently from John's hand, taking the time to brush his fingers against John's as he took it. He groaned when it slid on, he had to go slow to make sure that he wouldn't go off as he was putting it on. But he had calmed just a bit, enough to slide it down, where it sat tight against the base of his cock.

For a moment he just breathed a couple of long, deep breaths, until he was sure that his body was ready, then he looked back to John, spreading himself out in a silent show of readiness and acquiescence to John.