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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John gasped and reached up, grabbing Sherlock's hair. "Oh god..." he squirmed a bit in the man's lap. He could feel the magic thrumming through him, cooling and reaching out to Sherlock.

To.his.other half. He enjoyed the feeling of those teeth on his neck, those hands holding him.

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Sherlock arched up, letting John feel what having the man in his lap.

"John.." He growled, reaching down between John's legs and give him a soft squeeze, then a long, slow stroke.

"Your bed." Sherlock demanded, already starting to move to stand, even with John still sitting there.

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John scrambled off Sherlock's lap and nodded. He took the man's hand and led him towards his room.

His bed. His everything.

He turned and looked at Sherlock as he sat on the bed.

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Sherlock let himself be led towards the bed. When John sat down, Sherlock waggled his fingers, removing both of their clothes. He was't going to be arsed in taking the time to get rid of them.

He pushed John down, so he fell back onto the bed on his back. Sherlock loomed over him, wanting to fuck him down into the bed, but John hadn't even let him get two fingers into him a short time ago.. Were they ever going to be able to be together, liker him and HIS John were before?

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John yelped as he tumbled back. He stared up at Sherlock and smiled. "I had dreams of you..."

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That made Sherlock phase for a moment. When had he had those? When he had been passed out, still trying to make the change from mortal to demigod? And what had he dreamed?

“ oh really? He asked, trying not to sound overly interested. What about? “

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"You mostly. It was odd. It wasn't this. It was something else. A life between the two of us. Chasing criminals and exciting things like that." He admitted.

John flushed, cheeks and the tips of his ears red.

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"Chasing criminals?" Sherlock laughed. "I suppose that I am going to smoke a pipe and wear a funny coat and hat?" He scoffed.

His fingers raced over John's bare skin, down over his nipple, and to places even lower.

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He laughed. "No. Just cigarettes."

John moaned as he felt those fingers move over him. Sherlock was... He was one who always got what he wanted. And that was okay. Okay indeed.

"Oh..." He gasped, "Don't stop..."

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"Cigarettes? Those things are great, they bring those pesky mortals to me even faster. Don't need em myself." Sherlock smirked.

Those long, thin fingers ran through the thick, brown curls between John's legs, only teasing around the base of his shaft.

"I don't intend on stopping...." He whispered in John's ear, licking around the shell and nibbling softly at the base.

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He shuddered when he felt that touch. He moaned, unable to stop it. John's Heart was pounding in his chest, it seemed so loud. He spread his legs a bit.

John was inviting Sherlock closer, to take what he wanted.

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Sherlock had tried to take him before, but John had resisted. He was going to try again, though he was not sure what he was going to do if he resisted again. HIS John from before had never been this tentative, another reason why he wasn't 100% sure that this was really totally HIS John, though he was so very, very close, it seemed.

Sherlock licked and bit down John's front, following where his finger had gone, over one nipple, then the other, then down over his chest, around his belly button, down that coarse shock of hair leading to the base of his cock, which he gave a long lick up the underside.

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John felt like he was floating. Oh god. The spikes of pleasure and pain... He moaned and tangled a hand in Sherlock's hair. He closed his eyes, feeling like... Like...

He wanted more. He needed more. "Sherlock. Please. I need more. Please..." He begged.

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He wanted to be sure that John wanted what Sherlock thought he did.

"What. is it that you want, John?"

If this had been anyone else other than John, he would have just taken what he wanted by now.. But he still held out hope that it really was HIS John..

"Tell me.." He said, while giving John a few long, slow strokes as he talked.

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He rocked his hips up into Sherlock's hand, gasping. He closed his eyes, panting softly.

"Fuck me. Please. Hard. I need you, I need you..." John begged.

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Oh, that was what he wanted now, was it?

Sherlock stroked for another minuted, pretending like he didn't hear the man, or just not caring, wanting to tease him more, to leave him wanting and begging and pleading to be given release.

When John looked like he was starting to get close, Sherlock backed off, and enjoyed his work. He didn't really have to stroke himself, he was already had and waiting for the man under him.

"You want this rough?" He growled in John's ear. "No lubrication.. no stretching, just me tearing you open? Is that what you want? Because that's what I'm hearing right now..."

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John jerked and gasped. "Sherlock..." He was... He was... He felt like he was going to come, going to spiral into his release...

But then the man pulled away and he gasped. He stared at Sherlock and pressed down, feeling the god's hard length.

"I... I want you." He breathed, "However that means. Just... I am scared, no one has ever before... But I want to, with you."

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"I can hurt you, but I won't kill you." Technically, he COULD kill John. He is just a demi-god, and of course Sherlock was a full god. But it wouldn't be easy, and it wouldn't be anything that could be done accidentally while they were fucking.

Sherlock had "accidentally" killed plenty of mortals while taking them sexually before. It was part of the fun, see how far a human could go before they were broken.

Of course, he would never do that with John.

But a bit of pain?

Sure.. that could be quite nice for both of them.

Oh, by the gods, he wanted to just take him like this, no prep, but the last thing he wanted to do was to scare John away just as they were starting to come back together.

Sherlock gave John another stroke, just to keep him on the edge. Edging could be fun. He had done it with other mortals in the past, edging his own pleasure, not thiers. Usually they were dead or near dead by then, so there was little to no resistance.

"John." He said evenly. "I can take you, or I can try to be gentle." gentle, to him was stil very rough for most, but he would try.. for John.

"I need to know, because I can't hold back much longer." Indeed he was hard, aching and dripping.

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John swallowed and reached down to stroke Sherlock's cock. It was huge, but that didn't terrify him. He wanted to be with Sherlock, give him that last bit of himself.

"Try and be gentle, please."

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He was afraid that John was going to say that.

Anything for his John.

Sherlock groaned when John stroked him, He could have let him do that until the end of time, but he wanted to get to the main event, so he eased himself away from John's hand and kneeled between his legs..

He created some lubrication on his fingers, then pressed one in pushing past the two rings of muscles until he was all the way into the knuckle.

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He gave a moan at the sensation of Sherlock pushing into him. He shivered and gripped Sherlock's shoulders. John gasped and gave a low whine. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure and taking deep breaths.

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One thing Sherlock was not known for was patience. He was trying to be patient, but it was taxing him. He pushed a second finger in not long after the first, moving them apart to stretch John. There was no way that he could get John stretched enough for his actual length.. he could make himself smaller, but he didn't want to do that either. So he would have make to with this for now.

"John." He purred, leaning down and biting at John's chest. By the gods, he wanted to be in John right now.

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The blonde gasped and squirmed. He held onto Sherlock's hair, panting softly. Fuck fuck fuck. He whined and sobbed. He felt... He felt so overwhelmed. It was... He let out a breath. "Oh god. God... Sherlock..."

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A third finger was added almost right away. John was so damn tight, even with three fingers stretching inside of him. His cock was going to feel so good in that hole, Sherlock knew.

"John...." It was more of a groan.. a needy whine than anything else.. He needed to be in John, he wanted to finally. FINALLY join them together... it had been almost 100 years now.. and Sherlock was aching, literally and figurativly to be together with John again.

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John sobbed and squirmed. He wanted he wanted. He wanted Sherlock. He needed Sherlock. He needed to be with the man, to have that final connection. He looked at the other, letting out a low whine.

"Please. Please..." He begged.