In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

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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The day that John returned to Hell, Sherlock spent the rest of that day in John's bed, taking him in every way that he could, showing him physically how much that he had missed man. He wasn't able to say what he wanted to in words, he showed in with his body- enough that it even left a demi god walking funny for a few days afterwards.

Sherlock watched over the next month as the war flared ever harder, then, as quickly as it had started, one side let loose a couple of bombs, and it was over.

Sherlock was already a third of the way through his time with John, but this meant that barring another war, he would have at least a little time with John before he went to Melbourne, his Southern Hemisphere base of operations. It was ideal because they spoke English, and since John had been English, and Austrailia had been an English colony (albeit hundreds of years before) it wasn't that different than London, his Northern Hemisphere base of operations.

"When you go back to Australia, I will set up my company in the Overworld, back in London. We can communicate with phones or those computer things. I know there s a time difference, but I don't need to sleep, so late night isn't a problem for me."

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John turned in bed to face Sherlock. He smiled at the man and stroked his cheek. "I have missed you greatly love." He admitted. He had heard from Fates that Sherlock had missed him as well.

He knew it was hard for the man to admit things, but seeing him like this, especially the day he returned... He had been walking odd for a few days. But the memory just made him smile.

"I am looking forward to being able to see you more frequently. Even if it is through a computer."

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"I know they have those virtual things where you can put one some glasses and it will be like I am there." He said, his voice dropping. "But not really. If I can't feel you.." His voice trailed off.. John knew what he meant, it didn't have to be said.

Sherlock laid back, still satiated from the rather vigorous round of sex that had had happened not long before. He was not really one for 'basking in the afterglow' but he found that laying next to John in this strange mortal bed of his, that even after all this time he had not given up (as well as that wierd habit of sleeping) was nice. even if they said nothing and just laid next to each other, being close to him was enough. No words needed to be exchanged, really.

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John moved to straddle Sherlock's hips, putting him above the man. He smiled and then cupped his hands together. With a single thought, a seed began to grow between his hands, twisting and turning up and up until a bloom appeared. It was black in the center and faded to a red at the tips. He thought for a moment as it bloomed, brilliant and captivating.

He then set it on Sherlock's chest. It didn't fade and wither and die like others might. It seemed to thrum.

"I created it. For you. To remind you of me when I am not here."

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Of course, Sherlock's first thought when John straddled him was to arch upwards, and he did, though as soon as John started to move his hands, he stilled, watching the man create life with his hands.

He was truly awestruck as the seed grew to a flower, one single bloom with beautiful leaves, black as night and red as blood.

For a moment, he let it sit there As the god of Death, he could kill anything he touched, plants withered under his feet and animals fell dead at his feet. He could touch humans without killing them, unless he wanted to of course, or else he wouldn't have found sexual gratification for so many millennia.

But he could feel the magic inside of this plant. As long as John - Persephone- lived, this plant would flower and stay beautiful and haunting.

After a few moments he set the flower to the dressed beside John's bed and arched up again. "It can never even compare to you, but it will always remind me of you.

Sherlock waved his hands around, and he created a rock, about the size of a baseball, it looked like it was made out of lava rock. The top of the rock burned with a fire that warmed the area around it.

He put it in John's hands. "It will never burn you. It will burn as long as Iong as I am the ruler of Hell and god of Death."

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John held the ball in his hands and savored the warmth. Warmth of his love for when they were apart. He smiled and leaned over to set it next to the blooming flower.

He then leaned in and kissed the man, savoring the moment. He then pulled back and smiled at him. "I love you." He stroked his cheek gently.

He was hard to believe they used to fight and bicker. His memories and that of the first Persephone were twined together. They were one now.

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Sherlock wanted to say those words.. He did.. he really did, but he couldn't find a way to make his lips formed the words..

Instead he leaned up and kissed John fully, arching up as his hands wandered down John's front, his broad long fingers finding John's pecs and his nipples, teasing and twisting at them, watching his lover move above him. Even on the bottom, he was still the one in control.

he found that he liked this position, quite a lot.

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John closed his eyes at the touches along his body. Sherlock simply knew how to make him melt and swoon. He adored the man under him and would do anything for him. Anything at all.

"What are you thinking about my love?" he asked.

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Sherlock had never.. ever done this.. but he wanted to give John the ultimate gift, something that he had not even given the Old John. the before John. A gift that he hoped John would understand the importance of.

Without a word, he rolled John over until John was on the bottom on Sherlock on top. He hovered over John's cock, sitting lightly on it, not enough pressure to hurt, but enough to hopefully give John the idea of what he was thinking.

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John was surprised when they rolled over, Sherlock had been liking of that position lately. But he was even more surprised when Sherlock moved.

His heart caught in his throat.

Was he?

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Sherlock leaned down, biting at John's nipples while he leaned down and rocked his hips against John's.

"John..."His voice was a low, almost needy growl. His cock was already starting to harden and rub against John's belly

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John reached up and ran a hand through Sherlock's hair. He moaned softly and nodded. "Whatever you want. I will give it to you. For eternity and forever. I am yours and you are mine." He breathed.

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"You." he looked down at John. "I want you." He pressed down again, moving his arse up and downs against John's cock. He could already feel it hardening under him. Oh, he longed to feel what it was like to actually have someone inside of him, instead of being the one filled.. what had he missed all of these eons? He hoped that he was about to find out.

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John's stomach and heart lurched. "Anything. I will give you anything." He would. He really would. He nodded, bringing his hands up to stroke along Sherlock's hips.

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"All of you." Sherlock pressed down, rubbing his arsecheeks against John's cock, and down over his bollocks, then back up again.

He closed his eyes, feeling John's cool hands against his hot skin. His whole body ached to feel John. He never thought he would he would crave this, but he did more than anything else in the world.

"John... do it."

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He pushed up and up until he felt himself slide into Sherlock's body. It was hot. So very hot. He slammed his head back against the pillows, gasping. His hands tightened, gripping the man's hips.

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Sherlock closed his eyes, grunting softly. He was tight, oh so terribly tight, no one, not even the first John had ever been inside of him.

It was a terrible mix of pleasure and pain. "Fuck. John.." He bit his lip hard, his whole body tensing around John's cock. "Fuck..." He had lost the ability to speak coherently.

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"Shhh... Easy. Relax." he urged Sherlock. He stroked his hand along the man's hip, trying to soothe him with his magic. John swallowed, staring at the man above him. He was beautiful, stunning.

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Sherlock did relax. He felt the cool magic wash over him, letting him fall into the pleasure.
He leaned down, putting his hands down on John's chest while John's hands were still on his hips, holding him tight.

"John... move.. please.." He begged the man under him.

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John nodded, unable to speak. He then began to rock his hips up and down, into the man above him. He shuddered as he moved, soft moans coming from him.

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Sherlock moved his hands from John's chest to his sides so he could hold onto John while he rocked up and into him.

Sherlock's cock was rock hard, slapping up against his belly with every thrust that John made into him. His hot pre was dripping down across his belly and down his side. onto the sheets below, copious amounts of himself leaking out of him.

"John.. more... harder.." he groaned.

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John couldn't take his eyes off Sherlock, but he moved harder. He wanted to give him everything. Anything he wanted. Forever.

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Sherlock rocked in time, letting John go as deep as he could. He could feel his own pleasure bubbling up inside of him... but this time.. this one and only time, he wanted John to come first.

He reached down and gripped the base of his own cock, not to stroke himself but to be a makeshift cock ring, to hold himself back. His other hand reached behind, fondling his lover's bollocks.

"John.. come.. I want to feel you inside me." He groaned, trying to hard to keep himself from coming. his whole body was shaking with the effort.

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John didn't... He couldn't. Not with Sherlock like that. He cried out and slammed his hips up, burying himself in the man as he reached his climax. He just hoped that they could stay here forever, to be together like this.

He swallowed and collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath.

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"Nnnnng... yessss!!" Sherlock let go of himself as John started to spill inside of him. Sherlock's hot come splattered over both of them. coating both of their stomachs and thighs with himself. Even after John was coming down and collapsed against the bed, Sherlock still had a couple more twitches of his cock, a bit more of his seed, before he was spent as well.

He could already feel John softening inside of him, his cock drawing back. But Sherlock didn't pull back, letting John;s come stay inside of him as long as he possibly could.

"John.." He groaned softly. "My John..." he tried to form more words, but he just couldn't.