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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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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...

"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.

"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....

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.

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

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.

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.

"Fire? Was there a tragedy in your life?" John asked. He refused to get his hopes up. He couldn't.

Not when he felt like he failed his Hades so. Letting him die by being poisoned by that bastard Moriarty. Anger coursed through him. The righteous anger and rage of Ares. When he got his hands on Moriarty... Nothing could stop him from ripping the man's heart from his chest.

He shook his head. "I mean, yes, there has been tragedy in my life.. but never a fire. Not any one that I can remember at least." He said, his voice a bit low and harsh from use.

"It was... strange.. I felt like I was looking at a place I have never been before, and yet.. I had." He shook his head. "Sorry. I guess my mind was just racing away with itself. Never mind me." He said, shaking his head.

He touched John's arm, the one holding his glass of water. "You.. this... it was all. it was amazing.. I.. no one has ever done that.. to me.." He blushed.

John smiled at him, hiding the rage that lived in him, burned in him, ate at his heart. "I'm glad I could give you that. I am sorry I have to go soon. But I will work on a way to move my operations here." He promised.

He leaned in to kiss him, whispering something with his power and soul against Sherlock's lips. A promise to return to him, to protect him, to love him.

He felt John's lips moving against his, saying something, but he didn't know what it was.... His whole body, it felt cold for a moment then... it was white hot.

"W-what did... what you you say to me?" He started to sweat, the room was spinning, he felt nauseous. What was going on? Had John poisoned him? Did the fact that he had sex with a god literally tear him apart?

His eyes were wide, he had no idea what was happening. He desperately clawed at John's chest

"H-help... me...."

His eyes closed, and he fell back onto the bed, alive but unconsious.

John wasn't even sure what he did. He swallowed and gathered Sherlock into his arms, holding him close. He pressed their foreheads together, remembering their time together. His first life, their meeting, his anger, his decision to leave. Their second meeting, the love he felt, the love he knew Sherlock possessed. The hated at being kept from his love for six months of the year. The rage at the man who killed Hades.

Sherlock Holmes was Hades and Hades was Sherlock Holmes.

He knew it. John would protect him from anyone until they struck him down. He would never let anyone hurt Hades again. He swore that to the heaven above and the hell below. He did not swear to the gods that inhabited those places no, he swore to the places themselves. Eternal and unchanging.

Clouds formed.. inside the room. The temperature dropped dramatically. Rumbles of thunder could be heard, flashes of lightning in the clouds.

There was a bright flash of lightning, enough to blind anyone in the room for a moment.

When it faded, there stood a man in a bespoeked dark gray suit with matching trousers, a deep blue waistcoast with an antiquated watch chain on it, leaning on an umbrella.

As soon as he spoke, it was obvious who he was, though his great voice boomed throughout the tiny room.

"Persephone. What have you done with my brother?"

John cried out at the voice, it rattled his head and bones. He couldn't think, couldn't concentrate.

"Would you speak normally?" He demanded of Zeus, an angry look reminiscent of Ares on his face.

After a moment he let out a breath and stared at Zeus. "I promised I would protect him, love him, to return to him. I... I think I used my power in it. I think it called to the power of Hades that lives deep in him, I think he's waking up."

Zeus frowned at John's complaint. It wasn't like he could whisper. He spoke in the same voice.

He looked down at his little brother, the man he had lost multiple times throughout the eons.

"Yes. He is starting to wake up." He said in a neutral tone. "You must guide him through it. As it was not easy for you, so it will be even less so for him. Becoming a demi-god is one thing, becoming a full fledged god is another."

He looked at John, the sadness in his eyes hardening to daggers.

"You must protect him during this time. If... " he paused. "If certain. entities find out that he is being reborn and he is in this vulnerable state, he could be taken from you again If he is not given the opportunity to be reborn as a full god, the cycle will be broken, and Hades will never be again."

Zeus stepped back. "Protect him. Save his life, or I promise, it will cost you yours."

There was another blinding flash of light, and then he was gone.

What Zeus didn't know, or didn't care to know... John had been practicing illusions magics to help conceal something. He looked at the sleeping man and focused. Sherlock would have to come with him, he could not leave him like this no.

If he lost Hades... He would never recover. It would be an eternal winter across the globe.

John whispered protection spells and illusions to mask the true nature of Sherlock form those who would seek him harm. He would not allow any danger to befall this man. The power of his spells and illusions were backed by the Earth. It knew that Persephone was not right without Hades.

He held Sherlock close, whispering spells and illusions to keep interested parties at bay. Even has they were taken to Demeter's.

The moment Zeus got back to Mount Olympus, he watched John through a scrying crystal. He had seen that John had been working on his magic, though he was a bit surprised that he seemed to be fairly advanced.

He could step in any time if he needed to to stop John if he took a step out of line, but right now, he was trying to protect his little brother, so Zeus decided that he was going to let this play out.

Still, Sherlock slept on, through one day, then the second.

Zeus knew that John was going to have to leave London soon, and Fates had told him what was going to happen, thought to Zeus it seemed to be the only conclusion.

Zeus knew that his brother would be back... and soon.

John kept Sherlock in his arms, holding and rocking him. He kept his power flowing over the many. This was one of the few times he did not keep to his routine. He stayed awake and focused on protecting Sherlock from prying eyes. He was grateful the two winters were not back to back.

But he would do anything for Hades. For Sherlock. He would protect him at the cost of his own life. Which he would hate to do. But he would do it.

Wakefulness came slowly for Sherlock. His eyes were still closed, he could only see darkness, but he could feel that he was awake... alive.. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they were made of lead.

He groaned, very softly, turning his head slightly. Why wouldn't his eyes open? His mouth felt as dry as the desert, his lips were parched. His tongue touched his lips, wetting them slightly.

Another low groan came from deep inside of him.

"Take it easy. You're going through a rough time right now." John whispered to him. He carefully helped him drink water, wanting to take care.

How would he tell Sherlock the truth? He gave a soft breath and closed his eyes. He shared his memories with the man. Letting him see things.

Finally, he opened his eyes, blinking his eyes several times, trying to make the room stop spinning.. They were red, like Hades were when he was in his normal, god form.

He took a couple of sips, gulping it down weakly.

"Persephone..." He said, his voice low and weak. "It's... you.." He shook his head and closes his eyes, ans when he opened them again, they were blue like Sherlock's.

"John?"

John pulled back and smiled softly. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly. "Are you hungry? I can get you food?"

He had seen a glimpse of his love under the human. Of course he cared for the human as well. It was all so odd. But, he would do this. Do this for himself and for Zeus. He had seen how the man had been without his brother, and then the hope of his brother returning...

Sherlock rubbed his pounding, aching head.

"I feel.. weird... like there is something else... stuffed inside of me..."

Sherlock looked at John, a worried look on his face. "John... what's happening to me? Why am I seeing all this strange things, and feeling so strange?"

You are a god... you... can help me.. right? Please tell me that you can... "

John let out a sigh and stroked his cheek, like he had done to Hades all those countless years ago. During his first life. He let out a soft breath and kissed him, just like that first time.

"I am." He said as he pulled away, "You are Hades reborn and right now the power is inside you, waking up. The transition from mortal to god is not an easy one Zeus told me. But I... I will protect you through it. Even... Even if you do not wish to see me after it is done."

Sherlock looked at him, confused. "I am.... Hades?" He asked. "No.. I'm just... Sherlock Holmes. I'm no god." He shook his head. John had to be kidding.. He was just a normal mortal. He couldn't be... a god..

Could he?

"Wait.. you talked to ... Zeus.. like.. the god of gods.. the king of all..?" This was just getting stranger and stranger by the moment.

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