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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Sherlock grimaced a bit. As he has never had anyone inside of him, and of course he had no reason to evacuate himself as he never ate, the muscles were extremely tight.

He hissed in pain as John moved past the two rings of muscle. If one finger was hurting so much, his cock, which was not overly long, but thicker than average from what he had seen in the past, was going to split him open.

And he wanted nothing more.

He welcomed the pain, the endorphin rush that it brought with it. He pushed back again, trying to take more of John's finger inside of him.

"More..." he demanded.

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"Easy..." John whispered, "Easy..." He ran his fingers along Sherlock's hip. The man was so eager and oh god. He swallowed and continued moving his finger. Just when Sherlock started to relax, he added a second into the man.

He just took it easy, slow. John swallowed and whispered to him.

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It was both too much and not nearly enough at the same time.. Why was he spending so much time just teasing him, and working him over slowly? By the gods, he wanted it now!

"Mmmmff..." he grunted as the second finger entered him, stretching him further. At this rate, he would never get John to fuck him. He'd get sober and then second guess himself and he would never have HIS John back again.

It was torture!

"Just.... fuck me.... please.." He begged. He welcomed the pain of that thick cock inside of him.

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"I could hurt you." John whispered to him, "I don't want to hurt you." He really didn't, something in him said to take care of this man. And it was odd. He'd never thought that, felt that before.

Who was this man? Why was he feeling this way? Was this what people meany by love at first sight? Did he love this man?

He thought he could.

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"I want you to hurt me." He looked back at John, lust in his eyes. "I promise you that I can take it." This man could hurt him, but he was god, John couldn't kill him.

It had been so long since Sherlock had felt pain, it was when HIS John had found him in that alleyway. The pain only turned him on.

"Fuck me, John." He said, his voice a deep, gravely growl.

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"Oh god..." John choked and pulled his fingers out. He grabbed the lube and rubbed it over his length.

He positioned himself and slowly began to push. There was resistance and he gasped when the head pushed in. The man was tight. Mindbogglingly tight. Had he had anyone before?

The primal urge took over and he started to thrust. Slow at first, but it was getting easier.

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"Ahhhhhhhh!!" He screwed his eyes shut. It felt like he was being torn open from the inside. The pain invaded every single one of his senses. His entire body was on fire.

He only wanted more, he wanted everything.

Once again, he pressed back, taking John as deeply inside of him as he could. Oh, he was huge, stretching him wide, it was a glorious mix of pain and pleasure.

"Move, John!" He yelled.

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John groaned and began to thrust. He moved hard and fast. He didn't want to waste any time. He wanted to make them both feel good.

He gripped Sherlock's hips hard as he thrust. In and out.

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"Nnnnf.... Finally..." He growled. His hands gripped at the floor under him. John didn't see him make his fingers into claws so that he could keep purchase on the wooden floor. He dug his fingers in while John buggered him from behind.

Oh, by the gods, the feeling was like nothing he had ever known in all his eons of life. He rocked back in time with John, letting John get as deep as possible every time he pushed inside of him.

"More, John!" It hurt but he wanted more. He wanted every little thing that John could give him.

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"Sherlock I can't give you more. There's only one of me..." He gasped as he continued to move. This was... Sherlock was. He whimpered as he kept thrusting.

He had these off flashes of a man with similar facial features as Sherlock. But he was decidedly not human. They were arguing, talking, having sex. Though the sex he saw in his flashes was... Filthy. And he loved it.

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All Sherlock would have had to was a little bit of magic, and he could get the more of John that he wanted. But he knew that he couldn't, not yet at least. The man couldn't know that he was a god. He would lose him forever.

"Just... move.. fast...." He couldn't take it any more. He needed this release. His cock was slapping up against his belly with each thrust of John into him. His whole body was tinging with need.

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John nodded and thrust harder, wanting to give the man what he wanted. He leaned over him, pressing his chest to Sherlock's back. He moved his hand and wrapped it around Sherlock's cock. He began to stroke in countertime to his thrusts.

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"Nnnnnngggg...." The moment that John touched his cock, his whole body shivered. He hadn't realized that he was so on the edge until John stroked him.

It only took a couple of strokes until Sherlock fell over the edge into the abyss of pleasure.

"Joooohhnnn!" Sherlock growled the man's name as his cock twitched and then exploded, unusually hot ropes of come splattering over John's hand, his own stomach, and the floor under them.

Even as he was coming, he yelled at John "Keep.... going... nnnnnnnggg!" He wanted John to keep fucking him, to fill him, even after he was drained himself.

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John whined and kept thrusting. Harder and harder. He moved faster and faster. He wanted to make Sherlock feel as good as he was feeling. He moaned.

After a minute his thrusts started to become erratic, frantic. He was loosing his steady pacing. He was close to his own climax.

And soon enough he came inside Sherlock, pressing close to come deep in the man.

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Even though he had just come, Sherlock was still hard, and dripping. He let John pound into him, feeling him get more erratic, he knew that John was close. He tightened his muscles around John.

"Nnnnnn"' He groaned when John came inside of him. His own cock continued to leak while John spilled into him.

Oh, he had never felt anything like this before. he had been missing this for so many eons now, the pleasure of someone filling him, marking him.

He was spoiled now. He couldn't leave John. He needed his, needed him.

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John remained still and over Sherlock for a moment before he pulled back and out. He pulled his cheeks apart to check for any tearing. There was none. A relief.

He lay on the floor, trying to catch his breath. He ran and went to the gym regularly. But that had been intense. And he looked at Sherlock, looked at his hard cock. He swallowed. "Give me a few minutes and you can fuck me."

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Sherlock moaned out in disappointment when John pulled out. It was a strange feeling, to feel them man's semen running down his thighs and arse. He hadn't expected John to reopen his cheeks, but he quickly realized that he was checking him.
Of course, he was a doctor. He would do that.

Sherlock was still on his hands and knees, and John was laying on the floor next to him. He had actually forgotten for a moment that he was still achingly hard.

The fact that John was going to let him fuck him even after this made him twitch in arousal.

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John smiled at Sherlock. "You look a little befuddled." He reached out and stroked his cheek gently with his fingers. This man... He wanted him to stay here. But he couldn't say that. It was too odd. They'd only just met, he knew nothing about the man. But yet...

"I have a spare room, if your place is that much of a disaster..." He offered.

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Of course, Sherlock didn't need to sleep, but John didn't need to know that.

If Sherlock had looked a bit befuddled before, he was even more so now. He was offering Sherlock a place to stay for the night. It wasn't with him, but he hadn't expected that anyways.

But should he take it? What would happen in the morning if he did?

"I... don't want to intrude..." He finally almost stammered out. He wanted to stay, but he knew that he shouldn't sound to anxious about it or agree too quickly.

By the gods, all these humans and their weird... emotions.. it was draining to him to try to act like them.

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John shook his head. "You're not intruding. Really. It's just me here. And I like your company."

Less than twelve hours into whatever this was and he was already infatuated. He was fucked. John shifted close and leaned up to kiss Sherlock, nipping at his bottom lip.

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Sherlock took the little nip, then ducked his head and bit down on John's shoulder, close to the birthmark, leaving another mark, another clue that he had been there, marking John as his own.

With John on the floor and him still on his hands and knees, he shifted until he was above John, his cock still hard and slapping against his thigh. He could lean down and get to any part of John that he wanted now.

He never wanted to go back to work, or Hell, or anywhere. He wanted to stay with John, for all eternity.

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John whined a little when Sherlock moved over him. Yes... He swallowed and then reached up to run a hand through the man's hair.

"I don't know why... But if I could keep you and never let you go. I would." he admitted to Sherlock, "I don't understand it though."

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Sherlock's eyes closed when John ran his hand through his hair. If only the man knew what he really was. Would he still want to never let him go, he wondered?

"You don't have to." He said, leaning his body down, so John could feel him.. ALL if him, their bodies pressed together for the first time in a lifetime.

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He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Sherlock against him. John rocked up a little, gasping. He was starting to get hard again. God.

"Stay here with me. Please." he begged softly.

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When John rocked up, Sherlock pressed down, rubbing their lengths together for just one, brief, intense, exquisite moment.
Sherlock gasped at the feeling.

"Yes." He said, simply. He wasn't sure if John meant for tonight, or if he meant forever, but he would have said yet to either one right now.

John had said that he could fuck him, and oh by the gods he wanted to fuck this man, to feel like he had so long ago.