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 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.

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"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.

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“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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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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..

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"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.

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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!"

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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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"AHHHHHH!!!" His whole body tensed and arched, fire flew through his veins, his eyes burned a deep red for only a moment before the bright blue orbs returned though he had no idea what had happened.

Warm salty essence flowed over John's hand, down his shaft, covering both of their skin.. He was flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment, he had practically come untouched just by John being with him, being so gentle, slowly but surely opening him up to so much more.

He rode the waves of pleasure.. panting as the orgasm finally faded.. "I'm// sorry.. I couldn't wait. but.. p-please... I want you... still.. please don't stop..."

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John didn't even feel the magic that had flown through Sherlock. He had been too wrapped up in watching the man. He swallowed. He was gorgeous when he came apart.

He nodded and pulled out his fingers. John lubbed up his length and positioned it at Sherlock's entrance. Without waiting, he slowly began to push in.

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"Nnnnnnnnnggg!!" Sherlock shut his eyes as tight as he could... Oh, the pain, he was being stretched like he had never, ever felt before.

Pain and pleasure danced through his body, He knew he needed to relax but his body was fighting him every step of the way...

His fingers gripped the sheets, he didn't even notice that he was ripping them with nails that seemed sharper than they should normally be.

"John... god.... John.... oh... fuck.... please...." Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. but he wanted more.. he wanted it all....

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"Anything for you..." He breathed, "Anything at all." Those words were so similar to the last ones he breathed to Hades before... Before... His heart clenched, bu he drove off those thoughts. He continued pushing in until his hips met Sherlock's arse.

It was... Euphoric. He wanted to bend over Sherlock and pound into him until they both broke and sobbed. But he wanted to take it easy for the man. Take it slow, tender.

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'Anything for you'... why did that sound so damn familiar? He had heard those words from John's lips before.. but no, he couldn't have..

He groaned when John bottomed out inside of him He was flayed open, his arse aflame with pain, the best kind of pain, a pain he wanted more of.

Oh god, why did he want John to ravage him, to take him savagely, to fuck him down into his bed with no mercy? It would probably kill him, being fucked by a god, but he wanted nothing more than that right now.. Even if his body cried out for less, he wanted more

He let John sit, fully ensheathed for a moment before he looked over his shoulder. "Move.. please.. John.. Please..."

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John began to move. Slow at first, letting Sherlock get used to the sensation of someone doing this. He stroked his hips gently, wanting to keep him calm.

After a bit, he began to move faster, harder. Wanting more and chasing it. One hand moved and tangled in Sherlock's hair, yanking his head back as he pounded into him.

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As John moved in and out, Sherlock rocked his hips in time, moving with John fluidly, like they were one body, like this was a dance that they had done forever, even if it was their first time.

Sherlock leaned his head down on the bed, his ass high up in the air, his hand desperately grasping at the now torn and shredded sheets under him, though that had still escaped his notice.

His whole body thrummed with.. something, with lust and need and desire and heat and pain and pleasure.. and something more even, something he couldn't even begin to understand.

"Ahhhh!!" He cried out when his head was jerked back.. He could feel his own pleasure rising, building,a w ave threatening to break on shore..

John was fast and hard, and Sherlock wanted more, more, but he couldnt make his mouth form any words, just deep gutteral growls and moans and animalistic noises

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"Come as many times as you want... I'm not stopping until I have my release." John growled into his ear. So many years with Hades and he had taken on some of his... Mannerisms. Not a lot, but some.

He kept thrusting hard, not caring about Sherlock's bouncing cock. No, he kept chasing his own pleasure in that tight arse.

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Oh... god... Sherlock groaned... he wanted... he needed to come.... every thrust of John's cock his his prostate he was stretching him so wide that there was no way it wouldn't brush against it each time he pushed in and out.

"P-p-lease... John... c-can I.. touch myself... please... I.. have to..." He whimpered and whined, he couldn't quite come untouched like this, even rutting into the sheets, but he could feel himself teetering over the edge...

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"Go ahead. But know I will continue fucking you." John growled into his ear.

He just... Yes. He wanted this. John was too wrapped up to notice his own power wrapping around Sherlock, it knew what lay dormant in the man, it called to it. It called to its other half.

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"Yes... please... please!!" Sherlock begged. He touched his cock, it only took one stroke before he was yelling his eyes looking up to the heavens, his whole body shaking and writhing and jerking, the already drying come from before was covered by the second load.

He didnt think it was even possible for this orgasm to be more intense than the last, but it was,.. it seemed to last a lifetime... before he finally started to be able to see and breathe again...


Two orgasms almost back to back had drained him, literally and figuratively... He lay, quiet and still and pliant as John continued to ram into him....

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It didn't take much longer for John. He was already on edge, wanting, needing. It had been centuries since he was last with someone. He cried out as he buried himself in Sherlock, biting the man's shoulder as he climaxed inside him.

He lay draped over Sherlock's back for a moment, taking deep breaths. After a moment he pulled back, and out, before dropping next to the man.

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Sherlock was in a half dream like state as John fucked him, finally feeling the gods seed fill his insides.

He dreamed of Hell, but he wasn’t scared... siting on a throne.. John standing beside him, the giant elephant of a dog to his other side.

When John pulled out, he felt a massive hush of hot seed over his arse and the back of his thighs. He desperately fought for breath. When he opened his eyes the whole world was swimming.

“J-j-John...” he whispered

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John stroked his hair gently and smiled warmly. "Mmm yes? Do you want me to get you some water?" He asked. He forced himself to sit up and then moved to get up.

He stepped out of the bedroom and went to get two glasses of water and something light for Sherlock to eat.

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Sherlock was barely able to lift his head. He nodded once, weakly, watching the still naked John walk out of the room.

The whole room seemed to be spinning, he still felt like he was on fire, even though his breath had slowly settled into an almost normal rhythm.

When John came back, he let the man help him roll over and sit up a bit. He took a few sips of water, licking his parched lips.

"I... dreamed.. of fire.." He said... softly, nervous to admit such a strange thing.