In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

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.

Comments

[ihadabadday]

John smiled at the suit Sherlock put him in. The coloring and tailoring fit him well. He put his hand over Sherlock's when their arms linked. Perfect.

He would have to learn how to do this trick one of these days. But until then, this way would work.

"It looks... Dull."

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock shrugged. I guess if you like this kind of thing it would be nice. It doesn't really suit me though." He was way too dark for this kind of bright and sunny place.

He touched John's arm one more time, and they were in Zeus' throne room.

Sherlock didn't like to do it, but he bowed his head, elbowing John to do to the same thing.

"Well, it's about time, Hades. and I see that you brought that half god Persephone with you."

[ihadabadday]

John didn't say anything. He just stared at Zeus. He wanted to.... Go. This place was too clean, too neat. Even cleaner than most hospitals he saw.

[seaweed_writes]

Zeus crossed his arms. "Ah, the silent type? Well, that might make this go faster.

"I have been informed that you have taken up the mantle of Persephone, as well as being the illegitimate son of Ares. As his bastard son, you have no claim to his title or his responsibilities, though may suggest a small portion of his... abilities."

He paused for a second to let this all sink in. "But you have willingly taken on the mantle of Persephone, so that means that if you take her powers, you must also take her on her responsibilities. I know that fool Fates was telling you that it isn't mandatory, but I am strongly advising you to take it. I know that you want to take it anyway, so it is a win/win situation. If you say yes, you will immediately be granted the powers of Persephone and will take up her mantle."

Zeus looked to his brother, then to John. "So, what do you say?"

[ihadabadday]

"What would the responsibilities be? Fates wasn't clear." John said after a moment, "I do plan on accepting the mantle."

[seaweed_writes]

"You will be the Queen of Hell, as Fates told you." Zeus started. Mortals can curse the dead. These curses have to be done before Hades collects thier souls to be taken to Hell. If it is done, Hades will not be able to collect the soul until the curse has been completed. You are the god..." He looked over John with a look of disgust.. "Or, in this case, demigod that will fulfill those curses."

He paused for a moment.

"Also, the dead mortals can put a curse on the living. As with the living, this can only be done until they reach the gates of Hell. They will not move into the Pool of Souls until their curse has been completed. This will also be your job. You will be allowed to visit the Overworld to visit the humans who will be cursing the dead, and you will only stay as long as it takes to apply the curse."

Zeus looks the man over. "Do you think that you can handle this?"

[ihadabadday]

John was quiet for a moment as he thought on it. He knew, they all knew, what his answer would be.

"I can." He replied, "I will."

[seaweed_writes]

Zeus gave him a fairly fake smile, it was a foregone conclusion. He moved his hands in the air for a moment. Sherlock could feel the magical power in the air. Sherlock was powerful, but his brother was even more so, one of, if not the most powerful god in all of Mount Olympus.

"It is done." Zeus said, looking John over. He waved his hand dismissively towards them. "Alright, go do your jobs." He turned and went back to sit on his throne.

Sherlock bowed his head again. "Thank you, Zeus." He said it tight lipped. He didn't like having to do it, but he had to defer to his brother's stature. He looked over to John, silently telling him to do the same.

[ihadabadday]

He bowed his head. "Thank you Zeus." John said.

He straightened and then looked at Sherlock. At least this time Zeus wasn't going to kill him.

John left with Sherlock before.reaching to touch his hand. To be closer to the god. He was still uncertain of his place in all of this. But he knew he had Sherlock.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock used the excuse of John touching his hand to be their conduit. In a flash, they were back at the entrance of Hell. Once again, Cerberus raised its head to confirm who had arrived, then lazily settled back down, not even giving John a second glance any more.

Another flash, and they were back in the throne room, where Sherlock let go of his hand. "I am not sure how it will work with you. I feel a... something. I guess you could call it a magical tingle, every time a soul is ready to come to Hell. It doesn't always happen right at the moment of death, sometimes a mortal needs time to.. deal with something before they go. That time... the Between, that is what you will be dealing with."

[ihadabadday]

John was quiet as he listened. He moved his hand and an orb appeared, names and places scrolling. He paused, studying it, before waving his hand. The orb morphed into a mobile and he smiled.

He then looked at Sherlock as he pocketed the device. "Why don't we celebrate?" He stepped over to the god and reached up to rug at the clasp that held his toga.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate... how?" He asked, only a moment before John had undone his robe. Of course he had no reason to wear pants under it. He did find it a bit funny that in this form, John had to reach up to his tiptoes to get to Sherlock's chest, and even then he barely made it with the tips of his fingers.

He reverted back to his mortal-looking form, still as naked as he had been a moment before, the toga pooling around his feet.

[ihadabadday]

John chuckled and smiled at Sherlock. "You can remain in the other form if it makes you more comfortable..." he mused.

The blonde shrugged off his suit jacket and shirt before moving to his knees in front of Sherlock. He ran his hands along the man's thighs before leaning in to take the tip of his cock in his mouth.

[seaweed_writes]

"Ohhhh.." It was all he was able to get out before he was swallowed up by his lover. His cock, which had been flaccid up to that point, was starting to fill. Sherlock carded his long, thing fingers through John's short hair. "Ahh yes. Like that." He encouraged the man, making sure not to arch forward or push John's head towards him. He certainly could do either or both, but for now, he wanted to enjoy this moment.

[ihadabadday]

John looked up at him as he moved his head up and down, sucking on his length. They had never done this. He had never sucked Sherlock's cock. The man had merely fucked him.

He shifted a bit, his own cock hardening.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock's fingers scraped across John's scalp. He may be in his 'human' form, but his fingernails were closer to claws than human like nails. He was careful not to dig too deep, not to make him bleed, but enough to make sure that John felt it.

At this angle, there was nothing that Sherlock could do about John's hardening cock. He didn't have to look down. He could smell it on the man, the arousal.

His own cock filled and swelled, engorging with the attention that John was paying it until it was jutting out, straight and hard and flushed in front of him.

"John. I want you to taste me." He growled, as much of a command as a suggestion.

[ihadabadday]

He groaned and nodded. John pulled back slightly and licked the tip of his cock. "How? Do you want me to suck you down or do you want to come over my face?"

John knew what he was doing. He knew what he was saying. He swallowed before leaning back in and taking the tip in his mouth.

[seaweed_writes]

Yes. Yes wanted that, and every thing else, anything else that John could give to him. He knew that John.. this John had never been with a man before.. And yet, he seemed to be quite good at what he was doing. HIS John had never fellated him either, they had always just gotten right down to brass tacks. Sherlock was not the type for foreplay or sweet words.

Sherlock didn't answer, instead he pushed his hips forward, pressing more of his impressive length down into John's mouth. Sadly, he knew even if the man knew how to deep throat, which he didn't he still couldn't get all of himself inside, so he had to make do with what he could.

John, that wonderful John, was still breathing, even though Sherlock was almost certain that he didn't have to any more, it was a hard habit to break it seemed, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about cutting off his air supply.

He hoped.

[ihadabadday]

John closed his eyes as he moved his head up and down, sucking happily. He just... He wasn't sure what he was doing felt good to the man. But he hoped it was.

He shivered and brought his hand up to stroke what wasn't in his mouth. He wondered if he was going to be able to get all of that length down his throat. It was huge, but he... John moaned around Sherlock.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock closed his eyes, his body shivering with pleasure. He was fully hard, aching, dripping for John. He pushed more of himself inside his lover's mouth until he hit the back of the man's throat. He had been able to get about half of his length inside John's mouth, but that was as far as he could go, until he taught John how to deep throat.

It would have to do for now.

"Use... your tongue..." He advised John while he started to move in and out of John's mouth, fucking his face much more gently.. so far.. that he would have ravaged his arse.

[ihadabadday]

He looked up at Sherlock as he moved his tongue, stroking, teasing, tasting. John swallowed and kept moving his hand along the length not in his throat. Even as Sherlock fucked and took. He thrived on it.

To be used like this. John moaned, unable to stop himself. His own cock ached and pressed against the form flattering trousers he wore. He could feel himself leaking, soaking into the fabric.

[seaweed_writes]

"Fuck..." Sherlock growled. If John kept up like this, he would be coming down that lovely throat in no time.

His thrusts became harder and faster and deeper, starting to push into the territory of his throat, but never moving too far down. His clawed hands dug harder into John's scalp, finally breaking the skin, causing little dots of blood to mat his hair, but Sherlock knew he could take it.

"Don't you care touch yourself.." He growled a deep, low threat with the promise of something behind it. He was chasing his own pleasure now, and John could either come untouched, or wait until Sherlock had finished coating his mouth in his come.

[ihadabadday]

He wanted... He wanted. He couldn't. John pressed his palm against his hard cock. Trying to stave off his own release, but also to goad Sherlock.

But they sensation of the man fucking his face, forcing more and more of that large cock down his throat. He wanted... Wanted. Yes, more. Please more.

[seaweed_writes]

The moment Sherlock saw John with the palm of his hand against his cock, Sherlock pulled his own cock out of John's mouth.

"Couldn't even obey a command for a few seconds, could you?" He growled low and dangerous, sounding quite like the predator that he could be.

In a flash, Sherlock created a tall mound out of the ground and a length of rope. He tied John's hands together, then tied them to the mound, so he couldn't go anywhere.

"I think you didn't believe me. Well, believe it." Sherlock took his own cock and started to stroke it. "You are going to watch me get off time after time, and there is nothing that you will be able to do except watch me and wish you could finish.

He created a cock ring out of steel, fitting it to John's length at the base. He wouldn't be able to come while that was being worn.

"Enjoy the show." Sherlock growled, and started to stroke himself in earnest.

[ihadabadday]

John knew if he wanted to, he could break the bonds that held him. But that wasn't the point. No. He licked his lips and then gasped when that cock ring was placed around his cock. He groaned and then tried to push his hips forward. But no luck.

He whined softly as he watched Sherlock stroke himself. Over and over. John didn't tug at his restraints, he just leaned forward, wanting...

"Please. Use my mouth to get yourself off. It's just another hole for you to fuck."