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 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.

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Sherlock pulled his fingers back out. He looked into John's eyes. "This is going to hurt." There was no reason to lie to him.

He created more lubrication and slathered it on his cock, laying it on thickly. He took hold of his cock, his other hand on John's thigh to hold him tight

"Hold onto something..." Sherlock growled as he started to push in, with quite a bit of resistance.

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It did hurt, and oh how it hurt. John clung to Sherlock, gasping. He felt like he was going to be ripped in two, but oh... That connection with Sherlock. John pried his eyes open and stared at the man before leaning in to kiss him. He felt it. That final surging of power, reaching out to Sherlock. It curled and coiled around the god.

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"Fuuuuck, you are tight..." Sherlock groaned. He pushed harder, finally getting past the second muscle ring. There was less resistance once he got past, though he was still extraordinarily tight.

Sherlock leaned down to kiss John... the moment their lips touched, he felt a wave of.. something rush over him.. the tingle of magic was in the air, permeating his skin and filling the air around them.

He paused in his thrust, he was already halfway inside of John, but this made him stop where he was and look at John, confusion on his face.

"John?"

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John was gasping for breath, feeling the power flow through him. He stared at Sherlock, his eyes wide. He let out a breath before reaching out and touching his cheek.

"Hades... Oh Hades..." He whispered.

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"My Persephone.." Sherlock leaned into the touch of his cheek. He continued to push into John until he was balls deep into his over.

"Nnnnngggg." Sherlock wanted to move, but he paused for a moment, giving John a second to breathe and get use to the feeling of being so filled up, so stretched.

His sharp nails dug into John's sides, leaving little bloody marks when he started to move, pulling out until only his glans remained inside, then thrusting hard back in, his bollocks slapping against John's arse.

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John cried out as Sherlock pushed, thrust. He felt everything bubbling and spilling over. He had never felt so filled, taken and loved. In this moment, it was everything that he had been missing. All the memories of his first lifetime with Hades came flooding back. He pressed his face into the man's neck, nails digging into Sherlock's shoulders. He could feel the room starting to cool, but it seemed to wrap around them.

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Sherlock hissed, no one had never injured him, scratched him, but he could feel John's nails digging into his skin, even if he wasn't causing any actual damage, no one else has ever been this close to actually damaging him.

As Sherlock pulled and thrusted deep inside of John, he felt the his core chilling.. He was always hot, but he could feel the chill in his bones. His breath was coming out in little steamy clouds, and he shivered.. He wasn't used to being this cold.. He didn't like it at all.

"John...." He had seen his lover do this one before when he ran into the loo.. but this was closer and much more intense now..

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John gasped and dragged his nails along Sherlock's back. Oh. Oh. He squeezed his body around the intrusion inside of him.

"Sherlock... Own me." He breathed into the man's ear. There was power behind his words. Memories and power.

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Sherlock leaned down, fire in his eyes. "I DO own you." he growled, his voice an impossibly low timbre.

"Let me show you."

Where he had been holding back before, he wasn't any more. He ravaged the man under him, buggering him fast and hard with no mercy. Claws dug deeper into his sides while the god chased the pleasure building inside of him.. A volcano fit to bursting.

He could feel it welling inside, ready to blow.. and so he kept on mercilessly fucking his lover.

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John cried out with each pass of Sherlock inside him. He clawed at the man's back. He was... He was...

He wanted to be owned, to feel that. To be close to Sherlock, to never let the man go.

He saw it now, how the man cared and wanted him here. It was so different than it had been all those years ago.

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Sherlock took a clawed hand and gripped Johns length, being careful to keep the sharpness away from him. He knew he had stroked John almost to completion before, so he should be close. He stroked John while slowing his thrusts slightly.

“Come for me, John.... “

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It didn't take much. He cried out as he came, body tensing. Oh oh... He felt the burst of power that almost seemed to collide into Sherlock. Hades and Persephone.

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Sherlock felt John's cock tense, twitch and come... at the same time he felt the power pulsing from John, filling all of the spaces around them, filling them.

Sherlock stroked John through his orgasm... as soon as he slowed, and then stopped, he sent back to fucking John hard and fast holding on so he wouldn't get pushed off the bed.

Between John's orgasm, the magical power, and how aroused he already was, it only took a few more moments before his pleasure overcame him.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Sherlock cried out, using all of his power to push every single little bit of himself into John as he came, his white hot seed filling his lover

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The blonde slumped back against Sherlock, gasping. He was exhausted. He felt like he had been through the ringer. John was... He let out a breath, moving his hands to stroke along Sherlock's arms.

"Th... Thank you." He whispered to Sherlock. He didn't know what he was thanking him for. But it had... That had been wonderful. And the sensation of the power merging... It was odd. He felt like there was a storm inside him.

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One nice thing about being a god was that he could stay hard and inside of John for as long as he liked. As John slumped under him, he rocked a couple of times, then finally pulled out,

He laid beside John, gently running his hand over the mans chest.

“What are you thinking me for, John?” He didn’t understand

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"I don't know honestly." He admitted to Sherlock, "I really don't."

John shifted to cuddle back against the other god, his back to Sherlock's front. He made a soft noise, eyes closing.