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 nodded. "Thursday night will be fine." He agreed.

He finished the dishes and then set them to dry.

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Sherlock looked around... there was nothing left for him to do here... once again he felt rather awkward.

"Well.. umm.. I suppose I should return to my flat. It was very nice to meet you, Mr Watson." He lingered for a moment, before heading towards the door.

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John moved and grabbed his wrist. He smiled and kissed his hand. "Please. Call me John."

He released Sherlock and stepped back.

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"Okay... John.." Sherlock was a bit nervous, The man was quite handsome and he seemed nice, though sad, but he was also pretty forward. Sherlock wasn't sure if he liked that or not, He was a bit off balance with this man.

Maybe the next maybe not really a date would clear things up.

Maybe.

"Have a nice evening, John."

He headed out the door and back up to 221B. Kissing his hand like a gentleman of the 1800s, that was... interesting.


Sherlock had a lot to think about and 3 days before he saw John again.

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John was torn... He bit his lip as he waited for Sherlock. They had steadily been having dinners together for the past three months. But now... It was almost the spring equinox and he... He would have to return to Demeter's residence.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Fuck.

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As much as things had been a bit awkward at first, Sherlock eventually grew to love the meals that he and John had together. He rarely ever talked about this Hades that apparently had been a part of his life so long ago.

They had shared a few little quick kissed and sometimes snuggled while watching crap telly, but they had never actually done anything physical. Part of Sherlock want to take things further with John, but he seemed to be holding himself back. Sherlock is pretty sure that John is still holding onto that man that he obviously still loves the man.

Maybe he would never love anyone else.

Had John just been stringing him along the last 3 months? It was almost time for John to leave.. He could find another apartment before he came back.

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John answered the door when there was a knock. He smiled when he saw Sherlock. "Hey..." An odd feeling overcame him and he knew. He just knew. It would be okay.

Before Sherlock could say anything, he pulled him in for a rough kiss. He nibbled slightly on the man's lips before releasing him. His face was flushed with something else.

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Sherlock's eyes went wide, and for a moment he stiffened, but just as quickly he relaxed into the kiss, just in time for John to let him go after a nibble on the lips.

Sherlock stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide, panting slightly, looking at John. "That's... certainly an interesting way to say hello." He finally managed to stammer.

"You.. are upset, because you have to leave soon." Sherlock deduced, though that was easy to see in his face. "And you... don't want to leave London." Or maybe John didn't want to leave him? Sherlock really wasn't quite sure.

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"I don't want to leave you. London is eternal. But you are not. No..." He admitted, "And I care for you."

John bit his lip, face flushing. He was a bit embarrassed.

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"Oh." So.. he did care. There had been some kisses but no huge shows of affection, nothing as blatant and wanton as what John had just done at least.

So.. this demigod.. cared for him? He still had unanswered questions from the first night they sat down together and had lamb, even after 3 months.

And how would that even work, a demigod and some random human? Maybe the reason John hadn't gotten more physical was because they were not compatible. Maybe being with him physically would be too much for his frail human body.

He shivered at that thought.

"I... I care for you too, John." He said, a bit of red to his cheeks. "But you are a god, and I am just a human, and you have those..." he waved his hand in the air "those god things that you need to do. I can't even begin to understand that."

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John took his hand and squeezed. "I can... What is the proper word, bed, sex? Humans change so often... I can have it with you. And I have wanted to."

He took a breath, "I have needed time to find myself so to speak. Over the years I have drowned in my work and duties, not wanting to come up for fear I would crack."

He shuffled his feet, looking embarrassed. "But with you... I do not feel as if I am going to crack."

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Well, he wasn't really expecting that.. It was a big leap, to go from a few kisses and cuddles to outright sex... John was handsome and sexy and it wasn't that he didn't desire the man, but if he was going to be gone 9 months out of the year, it would be hard to live that long without him...

"I.. would never do anything to hurt you." Sherlock whispered. It was true, he never would. But there was still the hear of what the demigod would do to him, not on purpose, but just because they were.. well, they were different.

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John nodded and let his hand drop. "Are you hungry? I made pasta." He turned to go into the kitchen.

With Sherlock it felt like he forgot how to be mortal. To recall what it was like. He swallowed, unsure of the next move.

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His stomach was in knots, he knew that John was going to leave soon. It felt like a punch to the gut. Hunger was a foreign concept right now.

Sherlock shook his head. "Why.. don't.. we sit down on the couch, we can hold each other, and maybe eat a bit later?" Sherlock was thinking, maybe they could work their way up to something more sexual.. slowly.. some cuddling a little snogging or making out first.. he didn't want to jump right between the sheets, especially with a man he was about to lose.

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He stopped and looked at Sherlock. He flushed and smiled. "Alright..." John turned and stepped back over to Sherlock.

John was nervous, but he wanted to do this at Sherlock's pace and make the man feel comfortable.

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Sherlock took his hand and led him to John's couch. He sat the man down, and then sat next to him. He found some crap telly for background noise, then leaned his head on John's shoulder.

He was scared that he had shoved John away, that John just wanted a quick fuck before he was gone, and that he was upset that Sherlock was trying to slow them down., Of course John didnt say anything, or do anything that would indicate any of it, but Sherlock was off balance when it came to John Watson..or Persehone.. he still had a lot of questions as to what a human could even do with a demigod.. if anything.

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John relaxed, feeling the tension bleed out of him. It was better. Just relaxing like this. He put a hand on Sherlock's knee, moving his fingers in a random pattern. Just touched.

Sherlock was so young, twenty five... It was... And here he was... An old man, so much older than anything.

"I have been thinking to find if there is a way I can move my base of operations to London, so I could be here nine months out of the year instead of three."

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Sherlock could feel John's muscles relax and untense, the longer they stayed together. He actually jumped at bit at the touch of his hand on his knee, but only for a millisecond, then he relaxed again.

He looked at John, a bit confused.. Was he trying to do that... for him?

"John.." He said, taking a large gulp of air. Before this went any further, he had to get things out into the air.

"You... you are a god.. and I am just a human.. I will get old. I will die, and you will live hundreds of years. I'm only 25. I've flown to places to go to conferences, but I haven't really even seen the world, and you talk about Sydney and the United States and bloody Hell... " He gulps again.

"I.. I'm just a chemist. What.. can I give you? Hell.. I don't even know if I... if we..." His face turns a deep red. "If we can... be together, if it ever comes to that."

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John pulled away and put his hands on Sherlock's face. He stroked his fingers over Sherlock's cheeks. "Hey. Yes, we can. I'm built just like you are. I was human. It isn't about what you can give me... I want to try to be happy again and I want to try it with you."

"You must be a brilliant chemist."

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He was human, but not any more, Sherlock thought to himself. But he still looked like a human, and that obviously went for whatever was under that oatmeal colored jumper and loose jeans.

And now, he did find himself wanting to know.. what was under them.

Sherlock blushed at the compliment. "It's not every day you have your own company at 23." He admitted, with more than a little pride. But his smile fell. "Of course, that's nothing like being able to control plants and the winter weather, he admitted humbly.

"I... I am happy when I am with you. But.. if you can't find a way to be in London for 9 months of the year, then.. how would we even do.. this?" whatever *this* was.

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"Phone calls, video chats... Spending as much time as humanely possible together when I am in London? Maybe having you visit me?" John offered.

He licked his lips and then let out a breath. He reached up and ran a hand through Sherlock's curls.

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He let out an almost obscene sounding moan, his hair had always been a weak spot for him, but he and John had never really explored it.. Until now.

I've never had a chemistry related excuse to fly to Australia. Maybe I could come up with one a year., There had to be some conference or something out there. And America, well, there are plenty of place to go there. I just never have before, so that shouldn't be too bad. " He paused for a moment. "I mean, I wouldn't be able to stay long, maybe a long weekend, or a week if I was lucky, but it'd be better than nothing.." he stopped, realizing that he was rambling on.

He hadn't even realized that he had been rubbing the inside of John's thigh, dangerously close to.. other places.. without even thinking about it.

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John drank in the moan and tightened his hand in those gorgeous curls. Oh Sherlock was... He was amazing.

"Mmmm, anything is better than nothing." He replied.

He leaned forward and kissed at Sherlock's throat, licking over the pulse.

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"Yes...." was all he was able to get out before he felt John's lisp on his throat. Without even thinking about it, he leaned his head back, giving the man full access to the soft, sensitive skin of his neck and chin and shoulder.

His hand squeezed the meat of the thigh under his fingers, almost hard enough to bruise, even through the thick fabric of his jeans.

"Ahhh.. John..." He groaned, a low, needy growl almost. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this was going faster that he had thought, than he had intended...

But bugger all if he thought he wanted to stop now.

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John whined needily at the flux of pain shooting through him. He liked it. It was... It was... "Sherlock..." He whined against the man's neck. Yes. Yes.

More. He wanted more of that touch. His body thrummed and called to it.