In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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No one knew how long Gods had walked among the mortals. They just knew they had. Some remained in their country of origin, some branched out and traveled. Others started business or charities. Some just went through existence simply being. Belief didn't have much to do with how the Gods chose to lead their lives.

This tale though, it focuses on the Greek Gods of old and Mount Olympus (which is a real place and traditionally is where Zeus is said to live with Hera).

John Watson didn't care for the politics of the Gods that surrounded them every day. He had other things to focus on, to pay attention to. Like medical school, and then the military. It wasn't until he was shot and laying in the desert, bleeding, did he whisper things to the God of Death, to Hades. To a god he didn't believe in. Blood whispers they were often called. And gods hardly paid attention to them, most believed they were the whispers of dying men.

But John Watson survived when others with the same injury had died. What was different about him?

He returned to London on an army pension and a cane. He shuffled through his life, a constant ache in his chest, like there was something missing. Though he had little to no idea of what was missing. He helped others where he could, donating his time and what little money. A homeless veteran (it boiled him so to see those who helped their country be left behind) once called him a beacon of light.

A beacon of light huh?

Most days he didn't feel like one. Most days his mood was dark and everything was shit.

One night when he was limping slowly back to his dismal bedsit, something caught his attention. He glanced down an alley and saw a tall man dressed in black, being mugged by some ratty youth. The man was far too posh for this neighborhood. So why was he here? But that didn't matter. John, on two strong legs, charged into the alley and used his cane to knock the criminal away. He didn't notice, but there seemed to be a light around him, an otherworldy aura to him.

He held the cane like a sword and pointed it at the would be thief. "You need to leave here." John commanded. It had been easy for some to forget that he had been Captain John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers in Her Majesty's Army.

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He reached up and touched his cheek, stroking it gently. "I'm sorry for leaving you. I thought you didn't want a companion
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John swallowed and ran his other hand down Sherlock's bsck. Being able to touch him like this, love him. Cherish him. He pressed his face against Sherlock's shoulder and struggled not to cry.

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"I didn't think that I did." He replied in a whisper. "Now I know the folly of my actions."

If he was indeed Persephone again, could he stay on the Overworld without plunging it into a winter, in the middle of spring? Was he still destined to only be able to walk the mortal plane for the three months of winter?

And could he get rid of these stupid emotions for good?

"Fates!" He yelled one more time. Greg and John had never met, but it was time for them to. He had a few more questions to ask.

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Fates didn't come when Sherlock called. He figured they would need some time.

John put his hands on Sherlock's face and stroked his cheeks gently. "I want to have sex with you. Before you give up the emotions. Please..."

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"Alright." He said softly. There was a part of him that was worried about how he was going to act or feel during sex.. He had been getting so angry when John was goading him just a few minutes ago. Was it going to overwhelm him?

Only one way to find out.

Sherlock lowered himself down on top of John, nibbling lightly at his neck. He wasn't sure if the man wanted something rough like they had almost done a few minutes before, or more tender, so he started off more gentle and waited to see where John took it.

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John let out a breath at the tender kisses. Mmm. That was... It was nice. He relaxed back against the bed, making a noise. He felt like he was going to melt into the bed. With how tender Sherlock was being... It was so different than his memories. But he liked it. He yearned for it. For the connection with his love.

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It looked like John wanted him to take is slow. Well, at least they were both naked, so that was one thing down.

Sherlock nibbled down John's body, down his neck, over one nipple, then the other, then further down, over the trail of hair that lead down to his cock.

"Mmmm.." He groaned, taking a quick lick at the base.

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John cried out, unable to stop himself. It felt... Electric. He swallowed and sat up a bit, watching Sherlock. "God you..."

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"Yes, I am a god." Sherlock said with a chuckle.

He opened his mouth, taking the tip of John's penis into his mouth, only teasing at first, flicking his tongue against the tip of the glans. He was sucking slightly, but not nearly enough to be sufficient to get him off, just enough to tease.

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John shouted at the sensation. Oh god. Oh god. He clutched at the fabric under him. He hadn't... No one had... He squirmed and sobbed a little.

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Sherlock paused when he heard the shout and the sob.

"You have never been with another man before." He said softly. John had said that he wanted to have sex, and his body was certainly responding to him, his cock was almost fully hard under him ministrations.

But was he having second thoughts now, he wondered?

He hated the anxiousness that he felt. He had never had to worry about another person before. and now that was pervading all of his thoughts.

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"No. But I want to with you. I want you to be my first and my last..." He admitted, face flaring red. He swallowed and then let out a breath. "I'm okay. Please..."

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Sherlock silently nods his head. Gentle, then.. It doesn't really explain why John had been goading him into some quick and probably painful sex before his memories came flooding back, but that was a question for a another time, or perhaps never

Sherlock figured that the man probably didn't have any lube around, since he had never been with a man, so he waggled his fingers and created a small bowl of something slippery. While his mouth flicked over the top of John's glans, he dipped his index finger in the makeshift lube and ran it down John's balls, his perineum and and then around the outside of his hole, only touching around it at first to relax him. .

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He let out a breath, slowly starting to relax. The feeling on Sherlock touching him all over. John whined softly. He wasn't sure what he needed. What he wanted.

He reached down and ran a hand through Sherlock's hair. Touching, holding. He whimpered.

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Hopefully Sherlock was right to take that as encouragement. He put a bit more lube on his finger and then pressed in, just barely, past the first muscle, the entrance to his arse. He worked the entrance for a few minutes, backing off from playing with his cock, as he didn't want John to come before he had even gotten inside.

Oh, by the gods, his little hole was tight. It was easy to feel that he had never had anyone there. He had fucked virgins before, and since he never prepped then, they tended to be the ones he killed, because he ravaged them pretty well.

But this. this was different.

This was John. HIS John.

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John let out a low breath. Oh that felt good. He whimpered, letting himself fall into the sensation. He swallowed and nodded. "I true you love..."

He did. He trusted Sherlock. Hades. With all that he was. He shivered and closed his eyes.

"How do people ever get out of bed?"

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"One foot at a time?" Sherlock said that seriously, without even thinking about it. It hit him a moment later that he had inadvertently made a joke.

He chuckled, and it turned into a laugh, something that he had heard himself do in.. well, he had no idea how long really. Maybe ever.

Hmmm.. maybe not all of these emotions are totally abhorrent, he thought.

When he was able to compose himself, he pressed his finger in a bit further, getting past the second ring of muscle and into the tight chasm that he anxiously awaited entering with more than just one digit.

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John giggled. He couldn't help it. Sherlock had made a joke and it was just. He smiled, letting his giggles fade away. It still left him flushed and eager.

He gasped when that finger moved more. It was.... It was a grand feeling. Never before had he felt like this.

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Sherlock was patient, though it went against every fiber of his being. He worked John's muscles for a few minutes before lubing up and pressing a second finger inside. Finally he could start to scissor them apart a bit, to really get John thoroughly stretched and ready for him.

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"It... It feels good." John managed. He was grateful that Sherlock was being patient. He knew the man wanted to forego this and just push in. He knew it wouldn't kill him, but he wanted this moment like this. Slow and tender. Just a moment with this love between them.

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Sherlock's patience only went so far... and he pressed in a third finger not too long after the second.. It wasn't quite as wide as him, with his rather slim fingers, but it would be enough that he should be stretched enough.

A few strokes past his prostate made sure that John was still nice and hard and aching for him through this what he considered long, laborious and tedious process to get to what they both wanted.

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"Fuck!" John gasped. Oh... That felt good. The stretch and the burn. He wanted wanted... John tugged at Sherlock's hair, harder than he intended.

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Sherlock hissed in pain.. he had never had anyone pull his hair. There was an immediate jolt of anger, then his mind caught up half a moment later that this was John.

"Brace yourself." was the only warning that Sherlock gave him. Immediatly, he pulled his fingers out and gripped John's hip. He grabbed himself with his other hand and pushed in, less gently than he had been a moment before, but not too hard or violently.

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John couldn't help it, he tensed up. He cried out in pain as Sherlock tried to push in. His body didn't want to yield. He whined and shook a bit. It hurt. But he... He wanted Sherlock to continue.

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Sherlock stopped pushing, and pulled himself all the way out, a frown of frustration on his face.

"I can't do anything if you tense up, John." He said, pushing two fingers back in to try to get him acclimated again.

"I really don't want to rip you open." That wasn't 100% true, there was a part of him that wanted to go wild knowing that now he could survive, but he knew that wasn't what John wanted right now.

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John sobbed and shook his head. It hurt. He was scared. It was silly, but he was. He was scared what it would mean, if Sherlock would be bored after he got what he wanted.

He loved the man, he knew he did. But he was scared. He'd never loved anyone before. Never been with anyone. It had been a lonely time.