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In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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He pulled away and looked up at the man. He chuckled. "Looks like we need to work on your stamina." John then rose gracefully to his feet. He grinned and kissed him before sitting back on the bed.

"Join me?"

His cheeks flushed a deep red. He looked down, a bit ashamed. "I make up for it.. by... umm. being ready to go pretty quickly again..." He tried to argue but it sounded pretty lame.

He hadn't come yet, but he had been pretty close there..

Thoroughly embarrassed now, he sat next to John on the bed, his hands in his lap, nervously fiddling, not sure what the man wanted to do now.. afraid that he was disappointed that this potential lover flew off the handle too quickly.

John stroked Sherlock's thighs. "It's okay. It's okay." He assured him, "It must be a sight seeing you climax over and over."

He gently pushed Sherlock down onto the bed and leaned in, licking at his nipples.

"Oh...." He hadn't really thought about it from the other person's point of view. He would have loved that sight, be he had never met anyone with as short a refractory period as his.

"I... don't know.." he replied, his cheeks burning hot. He let out a little "oof" when he was pushed back to the bed, only to look up and see John licking at his nipples.

"Ahhh." He arched up the slightest bit when the warm tongue hit his cool skin.

He nipped at his nipples before kissing down Sherlock's chest. His tongue teased at the man's belly button. Oh how he wished he could have done this to Hades.

Hades...

John kissed one hip, not even realizing his power was reaching to that deep in Sherlock. Their power was twined and tangled. Always needing the other.

He closed his eyes as he pushed Sherlock's hips up, to tease his entrance.

"Nnnnng.... . Johnnnn." Sherlock groaned, low and needy.

John's touch was like fire on his skin, both fire and ice, burning at the same time, the most exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

When John found his arse, and the small, puckered hole that lay inside, he closed his eyes..

He saw stone, and fire, and a throne, and next to it a dog.. but not just any dog, it was almost as big as an elephant, and had three heads.

"Ahhh!" His eyes flew open and he bolted up into a sitting position, desperately gasping for breath, his eyes wide and blown out.

John jerked back, scared he had hurt Sherlock. He tentatively reached out to touch the man's shoulder.

"Should we stop? I don't... I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to feel comfortable."

The blonde let out a breath. He touched Sherlock's face before leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together.

Sherlock flushes red again. "No.. no.. I am sorry..you.. you are perfect." He didn't want to admit what he saw. "I guess I just let my mind drift when I closed my eyes.. I am sorry... Please... you... this is... I want.. more... all.. anything.. everything.."

He was pretty sure he couldn't turn any redder if he wanted to (which he didn't).

"I... I am comfortable. I promise... I wont let my mind wander again"

"Let it wander. I want you to be you. Not what you think I want." John assured him.

He kissed him, savoring it.

John didn't realise his powers as Persephone were calling to Hades locked deep in Sherlock.

Sherlock kissed back, letting his body lay back and relax again, he was on his back, looking up at John, feeling the man's lips on his.

He tried not to think about what he had just seen, it made no sense, He wanted to be himself with John, like John wanted as well, not whatever this weird fever dream was that was popping up randomly in his head.

John licked and nipped at John's lower lip, encouraging him to do more.

John parted his lips, letting Sherlock take control. He wanted to give him peace...

Once he was sure that Sherlock was calm, he reached for the lube, scrambling to get it open.

He enjoyed the kisses, the back and forth of control while one kissed and nibbled, then the other.

Sherlock watched, enraptured, when John reached for the lube. He had used lube before in some of the... dalliances that he had had, mutual masturbation and such... but just knowing why John needed it sent a shiver of need down his spine.

He was going to have someone inside of him for the first time.. and not just any random person off the street, a real honest to god.. very well endowed god... It was more than little bit scary if he was honest, but in for a penny in for a pound.. He wanted this, and it was too late to back out now.

"Johnnn..." He said softly to encourage him on.

John looked at him, stroking his hair gently. Like he had done for Hades. He loved that man so. But now he knew he could love Sherlock.

He kissed a hip as he gently stroked his fingers over his entrance. He wanted him to relax.

Sherlock leaned into the hair stroking.. it was something that he never knew he had a thing for... but when it was John doing it, it felt like heaven. He made a low, pleasant humming noise.

But oh, when he felt those fingers close to him, he tensed, for a moment, then relaxed. he knew that he was going to have to be very relaxed if John wanted to push inside of him. He made a show of taking a few deep breaths and closing his eyes for a moment... letting his whole body relax, all his muscles untensed.

"Yes, John. Please."

"Easy..." he whispered to Sherlock as he took the lube and spread it carefully over some fingers. He returned to his position between Sherlock's legs.

A lubbed finger began to stroke, pressing gently. Letting Sherlock get used to the idea.of what was going to happen.

His mind flashed back to when he last saw Hades. When his love allowed him to do this. And oh it made his heart ache so. But Sherlock was not Hades.

Sherlock jumped the tiniest bit.. the lube was rather cold.. but immediately after he relaxed again.

It was such a foreign feeling, having Johns fingers at his entrance, ready to push in. He could feel his body want to try to tense and not allow it, but he fought the urge and stayed relaxed under Johns gentle touch.

“I’ve.... never.... done this...” he admiitted with a flush at his cheeks.

"It's okay. I'll be gentle." He assured him, "And if you want to stop at any time, please tell me."

John slowly pushed a finger into Sherlock, marvelling at how tight and warm he was.

“Please... don’t stop...” be begged, arching up towards John.

He thought he’d be ready when Johns finger pressed inside of him, but he wasn’t prepared for the intensity.. the pleasure and pain mixing into one glorious cocktail.

“Ahhhh... J-j-johnnnn!” He groaned out, his eyes rolling back slightly.

"Easy..." John whispered.

Once he was positive Sherlock had relaxed and ease, he began to move the finger in and out. Once he relaxed further, another finger was ease in.

John was... He was entranced by Sherlock.

"Ahhhh.... fuuuuck.." he was not one for cursing, but oh the things that John could do to him... It was exquisite, too much and not enough at the same time... His whole body was heat and flame and..

Where were those images coming from? When he was with John, it was always heat and fire and stone and he didn't understand why...

But when John pressed his second finger in, and brushed against his prostate.. all other thoughts faded away. His eyes went wide.

"OHHH!" He groaned. "D-do it againn..p-please... what.. you just did."

John smiled and began to move his finger over his prostate, taking care to keep the man relaxed. While he was doing that, he added a third finger into Sherlock.

He ached to be inside him. But he knew he had to be patient. He didn't want to hurt Sherlock. Just like he knew Hades didn't want to hurt him that first time.

Sherlock rocked in time with the fingers. He hissed and grimaced slightly with the third finger, but he knew even that wasn't at thick as John was.. He was already feeling like he was stretched to his limits, and he had more to go...

"Johnnnn. please..." he begged... His cock was aching like he had never felt it before.. he had no fucking idea how he hadn't come untouched yet, but he was close... so very very close.

He wasn't even sure what he was begging John, help him come, fuck him, go faster, go slower.. all of it.. just... something..

"Easy... I'm not small..." John whispered to him, "Easy please..." He didn't want to hurt Sherlock. He really didn't.

He continued to move his fingers, scissoring them, wanting Sherlock to be stretched.

Sherlock shut his eyes tight against the burning pain and pleasure... Flames swam in his vision, a giant dog, a room with a bed and a shower... and why was John laying in it? It wasn't a bed or a room that he had ever seen before.. what did these visions mean?

"Ahhhhh!!" Another brush against the bundle of nerves and his eyes opened wide.. Oh lord.. he needed a little touch. he was right at the edge.. even if John hadn't even done anything but his fingers.

"J--john.. I... need.. please... help...." He was almost sobbing in need... he was embarassed but he just couldn't hold himself back any longer. 'Please!"

John reached up with his other hand and wrapped his fingers around Sherlock's cock. He stroked him slowly, gently. All while moving his other hand.

Part of him didn't want to break Sherlock's innocence, bringing Hades back. But he knew it had to be done. There was immense power lying within the man, a power that could rip free and kill him if he didn't know how to handle it.

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