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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There was so much more he could do, he could show John with his magic. But not right now. There was a time for that, and right now all he wanted to do was bugger this man.

Sherlock bit his way down John's torso, leaving small red puncture wounds the whole way, until he got to his cock. He reverted his teeth back to normal, licking at the base of his cocks, down over his bollocks and down the cleft to the pucker between his cheeks.

"Roll over." He demanded. This was going to be a lot harder to do with John on his back.

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"Or what?" He demanded, "You won't fuck me? I know you want it. I want it. I desire it. I ache for you. But I seem to remember you told me you can change your cock into any form."

He was sure it was true for Sherlock's being. He licked his lips, heart racing.

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"Or I'll turn you over myself, and you won't like it." Sherlock growled, meaning every single word of what he said. He may look like a mortal, but that didn't mean he was as weak as a mortal. He could pick John up with one hand and not exert any energy.

"If I was my true form, I'd rip your mortal body apart." Lust and anger mixed in his voice. He wanted John, and now he was trying to be coy and argumentative? He was playing a dangerous game.

Just to prove that he wasn't kidding, he easily picked John up off the bed, holding him over his head, almost flush with the low ceiling in his flat.

He turned John over and dropped the man onto the bed, simply letting go, so he actually bounced slightly as he fell back to the mattress. But he was on his stomach, like Sherlock wanted him.

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John gasped when he was picked up and moved. And then he hit the bed, the air rushing from him. He gasped, working to get his breath back before Sherlock dove in.

He moved and looked over his shoulder at Sherlock. "I may have to get another partner to satisfy me. I love rough sex." He hoped Sherlock knew that. Rough sex, multiple partners at once...

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Sherlock couldn't understand why John was egging him on so. Did he not realize that he *HAD* to hold back, or else he was going to kill this man? He was the God of Death, capable of ripping the life out of any mortal. And this man was goading him into getting angry and ravagin him.

Did he... want to die?

That was the only explanation that he even slightly made sense.

But it didn't, because he thought that John cared for him, why would he want to die at his own hands?

Sherlock bit hard down on John's neck, his sharp fangs not holding back this time, leaving two deep, bloody holes in the back of his neck that ran down the sides f his neck and stained the sheet under him red.

"Do you want me to kill you?" He growled in John's ear. "I can, with no hesitation." He pulled John's hair so his head was back against his neck, further opening the puncture wounds and matting his hair with blood.

"I can make my cock big enough to rip out your intestines while I fuck you as you slowly die under me. Is that rough enough for you?"

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"Sherlock!" He gasped as the dam broke and the memories came flooding back. The memories and the power.

John sobbed as it felt like he was being ripped open. The power, whatever it was, settling into him. Reaching to Sherlock, wanting to twine together. To become one. To bring this mortal to the realm of the Gods. John Watson eternally belonged to Sherlock. To Hades. He was the God's Persephone.

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"John!" Anger and frustration quickly turned to fear. He could see the pain on John's face, the agony as something was tearing at him from the inside out.

"FATES!" He yelled out, not sure if they man could hear his call.

Immediately his arms went around John, cradling the man to himself, holding the former demigod tight, helpless to stop whatever it was that was happening to him.

"FATES! TO ME!" If Greg didn't show in about 5 seconds, Sherlock was taking them both to Hell and summoning Fates by a more direct means.

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Greg appeared in a swirl on light. He took the scene in and summoned a handful of pomegranate seeds to his hand. He immediately pressed them to Sherlock's hand. "Hold them for a minute and then have him eat them."

He stepped back. "He's waking up. You... It's not complete though. There's still something that has to be done or he may die." Admit his feelings. It was unspoken.

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"I told him, I cared for him." Sherlock said, while he held the pomegranate seeds in his hand. He could feel them warming under his touch, not enough to burn, but warmer than the air around, warmer than what a normal, mortal body would be.

"I have tried emotions. I have tried saying that I care for him, there is nothing else that I can do!" He yelled at Greg. He was angry at Fates, angry at John, angry at himself, angry at everything right now, a seething cauldron, waiting to bubble over.

But there was fear behind the hate, fear that he would lose John forever and never have another chance.

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Greg stood there and watched him. He didn't say anything, letting Sherlock stew in the emotions. Letting them bubble and overtake.

"Caring for someone is not the same as loving them." He pointed out. He knew how Sherlock felt about the mortal. How the mortal felt about Sherlock. This scenario had so many outcomes that it was almost blinding.

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The seeds started to glow, a soft, golden hue, not terribly unlike the shade of bright gold that he had seen overtake John's eyes.

The time was nigh, he knew.

He turned John over to his back again and opened his mouth. He put the glowing pomegranate seeds inside and closed his mouth again.

Tenderly, he leaned into John's ear, and whispered only loud enough for him to hear. "Eat them, my love. Eat them and we will be together for all eternity, my Persephone."

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Greg had already vanished again. His work was concluded. For now.

John opened his eyes as he was moved onto his back. They shifted between gold and blue, between the two sides. Reconciling the power that lived in him.

He didn't argue as Sherlock placed the seeds on his tongue. But those words. The implications behind them... He ate the seeds, swallowing them.

"My Hades..." He breathed before leaning up to kiss the man.

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His true name, it was his title, but Sherlock had always considered Hades his true name. It is what he is, his job, his life, his world.

A world that had just expanded by one.

"My Persephone." He leaned down, another flood of emotions hitting him, relief, happiness, a release of all of the stress of the past moments.

Damn, he wished he could get rid of these stupid emotions now, they were threatening to overwhelm him, and he hated it. He wanted to be at his best for John.

Eagerly he kissed his lover, nipping at his lip and stroking his lips with his tongue. Finally, he broke away and looked at him, deep into those color changing eyes.

"You.. are a demi god again." He could feel the power emanating from the former mortal. "You are no longer mortal. You will never die. You will be by my side in Hell forever more."

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He reached up and touched his cheek, stroking it gently. "I'm sorry for leaving you. I thought you didn't want a companion
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John swallowed and ran his other hand down Sherlock's bsck. Being able to touch him like this, love him. Cherish him. He pressed his face against Sherlock's shoulder and struggled not to cry.

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"I didn't think that I did." He replied in a whisper. "Now I know the folly of my actions."

If he was indeed Persephone again, could he stay on the Overworld without plunging it into a winter, in the middle of spring? Was he still destined to only be able to walk the mortal plane for the three months of winter?

And could he get rid of these stupid emotions for good?

"Fates!" He yelled one more time. Greg and John had never met, but it was time for them to. He had a few more questions to ask.

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Fates didn't come when Sherlock called. He figured they would need some time.

John put his hands on Sherlock's face and stroked his cheeks gently. "I want to have sex with you. Before you give up the emotions. Please..."

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"Alright." He said softly. There was a part of him that was worried about how he was going to act or feel during sex.. He had been getting so angry when John was goading him just a few minutes ago. Was it going to overwhelm him?

Only one way to find out.

Sherlock lowered himself down on top of John, nibbling lightly at his neck. He wasn't sure if the man wanted something rough like they had almost done a few minutes before, or more tender, so he started off more gentle and waited to see where John took it.

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John let out a breath at the tender kisses. Mmm. That was... It was nice. He relaxed back against the bed, making a noise. He felt like he was going to melt into the bed. With how tender Sherlock was being... It was so different than his memories. But he liked it. He yearned for it. For the connection with his love.

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It looked like John wanted him to take is slow. Well, at least they were both naked, so that was one thing down.

Sherlock nibbled down John's body, down his neck, over one nipple, then the other, then further down, over the trail of hair that lead down to his cock.

"Mmmm.." He groaned, taking a quick lick at the base.

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John cried out, unable to stop himself. It felt... Electric. He swallowed and sat up a bit, watching Sherlock. "God you..."

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"Yes, I am a god." Sherlock said with a chuckle.

He opened his mouth, taking the tip of John's penis into his mouth, only teasing at first, flicking his tongue against the tip of the glans. He was sucking slightly, but not nearly enough to be sufficient to get him off, just enough to tease.

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John shouted at the sensation. Oh god. Oh god. He clutched at the fabric under him. He hadn't... No one had... He squirmed and sobbed a little.

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Sherlock paused when he heard the shout and the sob.

"You have never been with another man before." He said softly. John had said that he wanted to have sex, and his body was certainly responding to him, his cock was almost fully hard under him ministrations.

But was he having second thoughts now, he wondered?

He hated the anxiousness that he felt. He had never had to worry about another person before. and now that was pervading all of his thoughts.

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"No. But I want to with you. I want you to be my first and my last..." He admitted, face flaring red. He swallowed and then let out a breath. "I'm okay. Please..."

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Sherlock silently nods his head. Gentle, then.. It doesn't really explain why John had been goading him into some quick and probably painful sex before his memories came flooding back, but that was a question for a another time, or perhaps never

Sherlock figured that the man probably didn't have any lube around, since he had never been with a man, so he waggled his fingers and created a small bowl of something slippery. While his mouth flicked over the top of John's glans, he dipped his index finger in the makeshift lube and ran it down John's balls, his perineum and and then around the outside of his hole, only touching around it at first to relax him. .