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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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"Three whole months?" He looked hurt. "I don't think I can stand to be away for that long, Johnny Boy. Surely there is a way that you can do your job from here..." His hand started to wander around John's body.

"I was just starting to really like you, trust you." His look was more than a little predatory, there was a lot going on behind those intelligent eyes.

"I cannot leave once winter has begun. It is written in stone in Mount Olympus. I would no sooner break those rules. It is an unpleasant end for any who try." He reminded Moriarty.

He didn't want to be touched, but he had to get him to trust him. He had to. If he had to lie there, he would. It felt like to him that Moriarty just wanted a bedwarmer.

Moriarty knew it was true. He did indeed have to stay, but he had wanted to test John to see what he was going to say.

"Well." he shrugged. "At least there's the scrying crystal. I can always watch you and pine for you from afar." He made it sound lighthearted but there was a sinister element under his seemingly cheery facade.

"Since you have to leave soon, you should stay with me... tonight. I have a chamber. Of course I don't need to sleep, but... I'm sure I can always find a reason to go to bed.." His voice dropped to a low, sultry tone.

He knew he would be under close scrutiny. They suspected that much would happen before he left for Hell. And Sherlock, unhappily, theorized Moriarty would want to sleep with him.

John bit his lip and smiled coyly. "You might have to do some convincing." He teased before looking away.

Moriarty raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face. Oh, playing hard to get, huh?

"Oh, I don't know about that, Johnny dear. I see your body reacting to mine.." He pressed himself close to John from behind, grinding himself against John's arse. I can feel your pulse racing, I practically hear that blood of yours thrumming in your veins."

He reached around and cupped John's crotch "Ah, and you can't deny what I am feeling right now.. Mmm. it feels like you have a nice piece of meat there..." He gave John a slow, languid stroke through his pants.

John hated this, with every fiber of his being. But he would do it. He would do it for Sherlock and their home. The home they were taking back.

He cried out when he felt Moriarty press against him, stroke him. His body did want to be had and it seemed it wasn't picky. John whimpered, unable to stop himself.

"Oh, Johnny baby. Feel that. Getting all hard for me." He almost purred. Moriarty took a few more stroke, then grabbed John's hand and took him to his chambers, practically throwing him on the gigantic, round bed. It was obvious that it was used for things other than sleeping.

A few wiggles of his fingers, and they were both naked. "Getting undressed is so boring." He said, using a hand to keep John pinned to the bed.

"Mmm... this is going to be fun..." He growled.

John stared up at him. He knew their power wouldn't connect. Because he wasn't Hades, it wouldn't hold.

He squirmed just a bit, making small aborted noises. He wanted Moriarty to think him eager and weak.

"Mmm.. John.. so nice. Let's see how open you are." He easily rolls John over onto his stomach and parts his cheeks. "Such a tight little arse. I'm going to love coming in it. Look at you, all wanton for me. Such a nice little slut."

Moriarty pinned John to the bed with one hand, and started stroking himself with the other, getting himself to full hardness.. "I'm gonna love taking you unprepared..."He growled.

He whined and shook his head. "No. Please don't." He begged, "Don't. It will hurt."

John shook his head. He hated this, seeming weak. He wasn't weak. He was strong. But Moriarty underestimated him. And that would be his downfall.

"Awww come on, you're a demigod. You're tough." He said in a mockingly sad voice. It was quite clear that he had no intention of changing his mind.

When he was nice and hard, he smiled down at John. He waggled his fingers, and a cock ring appeared in his hand. He lifted John enough to slide it onto the base of his cock. "Don't want my little hole to finish without me."

Another movement of his fingers and he had lube, just enough so he could slide in without chafing, but not enough to actually help John out.

"I'm soooo going to enjoy this.." He growls, then pushes himself into John.

John buried his face in the pillow and screamed as Moriarty took him. He clutched the blankets under him, trying to remain calm.

Remain calm. He sobbed and shook his head. He didn't want this. It wasn't Sherlock. But to get their home back...

"Big..." He managed. Stroke his ego.

The screams, they called to him, aroused him. He wiggled his fingers and the pillow was gone, so he could hear John scream with no big fluffy barrier to mute it. He had made himself a little longer than Sherlock, and a good bit thicker- big enough to stretch John but not rip him apart.

That would come later, he thought with a smile.

"Oh.. come on Johnny Boy.. This is fun! He bottomed out inside of John and only paused a moment before setting a blistering pace, fucking John hard and fast with no remorse or mercy.

John screamed and jerked. But Moriarty held him right. He clawed at the bed.

He'd had Sherlock as a mortal and he had lived, thrived. He had to get through this.

Moriarty bucked and thrusted and fucked until he was groaning his pleasure up to the heavens. He pushed as hard as he could, enough to push John to the top of the bed under him. HIs cock twitched and spilled his seed inside of John, what felt like copious amounts of himself, until he was drained dry, but even then, he didn't pull out of John, enjoying how the man felt around him.

"Oh, you were so good, my little Johnny. Almost seems like a shame I'm going to have to lose you soon..." His voice sounded happy, but there was something dark and sinister underneath it.

John caught the hint, taking breaths. "I take it I can't visit my fuck buddy when in London?" He asked.

He was... Unhappy. He hated this feeling, feeling like he betrayed Sherlock. He just wanted to end this. But not until Moriarty trusted him.

"You best not." The growl that came out of his voice was positively deadly sounding. "I wouldn't want to be disappointed in losing my Johnny Boy. And if I'm disappointed, that will be very bad for you."

Moriarty had stayed inside of John this whole time, and as soon as he stopped stalking, he started to thrust again, if it was possible he was even less gentle this time, ravaging John, taking him hard and fast and ruthlessly. It didn't take long for him to get to his end, another large amount of his essence spilling into John, enough that it was leaking out around his cock and out John's arse, down his thighs and to the bed.

This time, he finally did pull out, watching with a chuckle as more and more of his come dribbled out of John's hole.

"Oh, so beautiful."

He whined, but nodded. He understood. John understood that Moriarty would be watching him. Watching for any instance of betrayal. They had to end this when he returned from London. Or ask Demeter for help. Or Fates.

John gasped when Moriarty pulled free. There was a rush of come out of his hole. Staining the blankets under him.

He remained on his hands and knees, pretending to be obedient.

"Stay there... just like that." Moriarty got off the bed and with a movement of his fingers cleaned himself, but left John as he was. Another finger waggle and Moriarty was dressed.

"Stay just like that. I have something I.. have to attend to. But I will be back. And if I see that you have moved, even a little bit... well.. you don't want to see me disappointed.

He left the room, looking back, and over John one more time. "Ta!"

John nodded and closed his eyes. He drifted into a meditative trance he had learned. He thought of his memories with Sherlock, their love, their time together.

He could do this. He had to to this. There was no one else. Too bad Zeus just couldn't strike Moriarty down.

It was close to an house before Moriarty came back, caressing John's chin. "Good boy. Look at you, all nice and still for me." He gave John a once around look. "And still leaking a little. Oh, I just want to take you again."

But he didn't he just stood there. "Sadly, work calls." He waggled his fingers, and John's clothes were back on him, but he had not been cleaned. "Stay put, my love. Relax, I'll be back for you later.

And Moriarty did come back for him later. He took John multiple times in the couple of days that they had left, never letting John clean himself, until the last day, when he hand finally finished a marathon session of taking John, he collapsed beside him and created a shower with no curtain beside the bed, so Moriarty could watch him shower while he relaxed.

Finally, he released John's cock from the cock ring, letting it hang free.

"Give me a nice show, Johnny Boy. I won't get to see you for soooooo long." his voice got overly dramatic. "Come on. I know you must have a lot of pent up lust by now."

John looked at him and then stepped into the shower. It was walled on three sides so he would be able to support himself.

Without a word, he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke. He thought of Sherlock, gasping and biting his lip.

Moriarty was stroking himself as well, languidly, not really trying to reach an end quickly, but enjoying what he was seeing.

"Mm.. thinking about all the times I've taken you, Johnny Boy? Fucked you into the bed and watch me leak out of you?" He asked with a hungry growl.

"Yes..." He gasped, "Oh god." John squeezed his length, whimpering. He wanted this to end. End and never happen again. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock.

John shifted, giving Moriarty a better view, seeing his testes drawn up tight. He was almost there...

"Yesss..." Moriarty hissed.. In a heartbeat, his thrusting had sped up. He appeared a moment later in the shower, next to John, stroking himself in front of him.

"Yes, Johnny Boy let me hear you say my name as you come.." He groaned and leaned closer, getting ready to come all over John's chest and stomach when he reached his crescendo.

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