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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"Oh." So.. he did care. There had been some kisses but no huge shows of affection, nothing as blatant and wanton as what John had just done at least.

So.. this demigod.. cared for him? He still had unanswered questions from the first night they sat down together and had lamb, even after 3 months.

And how would that even work, a demigod and some random human? Maybe the reason John hadn't gotten more physical was because they were not compatible. Maybe being with him physically would be too much for his frail human body.

He shivered at that thought.

"I... I care for you too, John." He said, a bit of red to his cheeks. "But you are a god, and I am just a human, and you have those..." he waved his hand in the air "those god things that you need to do. I can't even begin to understand that."

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John took his hand and squeezed. "I can... What is the proper word, bed, sex? Humans change so often... I can have it with you. And I have wanted to."

He took a breath, "I have needed time to find myself so to speak. Over the years I have drowned in my work and duties, not wanting to come up for fear I would crack."

He shuffled his feet, looking embarrassed. "But with you... I do not feel as if I am going to crack."

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Well, he wasn't really expecting that.. It was a big leap, to go from a few kisses and cuddles to outright sex... John was handsome and sexy and it wasn't that he didn't desire the man, but if he was going to be gone 9 months out of the year, it would be hard to live that long without him...

"I.. would never do anything to hurt you." Sherlock whispered. It was true, he never would. But there was still the hear of what the demigod would do to him, not on purpose, but just because they were.. well, they were different.

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John nodded and let his hand drop. "Are you hungry? I made pasta." He turned to go into the kitchen.

With Sherlock it felt like he forgot how to be mortal. To recall what it was like. He swallowed, unsure of the next move.

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His stomach was in knots, he knew that John was going to leave soon. It felt like a punch to the gut. Hunger was a foreign concept right now.

Sherlock shook his head. "Why.. don't.. we sit down on the couch, we can hold each other, and maybe eat a bit later?" Sherlock was thinking, maybe they could work their way up to something more sexual.. slowly.. some cuddling a little snogging or making out first.. he didn't want to jump right between the sheets, especially with a man he was about to lose.

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He stopped and looked at Sherlock. He flushed and smiled. "Alright..." John turned and stepped back over to Sherlock.

John was nervous, but he wanted to do this at Sherlock's pace and make the man feel comfortable.

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Sherlock took his hand and led him to John's couch. He sat the man down, and then sat next to him. He found some crap telly for background noise, then leaned his head on John's shoulder.

He was scared that he had shoved John away, that John just wanted a quick fuck before he was gone, and that he was upset that Sherlock was trying to slow them down., Of course John didnt say anything, or do anything that would indicate any of it, but Sherlock was off balance when it came to John Watson..or Persehone.. he still had a lot of questions as to what a human could even do with a demigod.. if anything.

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John relaxed, feeling the tension bleed out of him. It was better. Just relaxing like this. He put a hand on Sherlock's knee, moving his fingers in a random pattern. Just touched.

Sherlock was so young, twenty five... It was... And here he was... An old man, so much older than anything.

"I have been thinking to find if there is a way I can move my base of operations to London, so I could be here nine months out of the year instead of three."

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Sherlock could feel John's muscles relax and untense, the longer they stayed together. He actually jumped at bit at the touch of his hand on his knee, but only for a millisecond, then he relaxed again.

He looked at John, a bit confused.. Was he trying to do that... for him?

"John.." He said, taking a large gulp of air. Before this went any further, he had to get things out into the air.

"You... you are a god.. and I am just a human.. I will get old. I will die, and you will live hundreds of years. I'm only 25. I've flown to places to go to conferences, but I haven't really even seen the world, and you talk about Sydney and the United States and bloody Hell... " He gulps again.

"I.. I'm just a chemist. What.. can I give you? Hell.. I don't even know if I... if we..." His face turns a deep red. "If we can... be together, if it ever comes to that."

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John pulled away and put his hands on Sherlock's face. He stroked his fingers over Sherlock's cheeks. "Hey. Yes, we can. I'm built just like you are. I was human. It isn't about what you can give me... I want to try to be happy again and I want to try it with you."

"You must be a brilliant chemist."

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He was human, but not any more, Sherlock thought to himself. But he still looked like a human, and that obviously went for whatever was under that oatmeal colored jumper and loose jeans.

And now, he did find himself wanting to know.. what was under them.

Sherlock blushed at the compliment. "It's not every day you have your own company at 23." He admitted, with more than a little pride. But his smile fell. "Of course, that's nothing like being able to control plants and the winter weather, he admitted humbly.

"I... I am happy when I am with you. But.. if you can't find a way to be in London for 9 months of the year, then.. how would we even do.. this?" whatever *this* was.

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"Phone calls, video chats... Spending as much time as humanely possible together when I am in London? Maybe having you visit me?" John offered.

He licked his lips and then let out a breath. He reached up and ran a hand through Sherlock's curls.

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He let out an almost obscene sounding moan, his hair had always been a weak spot for him, but he and John had never really explored it.. Until now.

I've never had a chemistry related excuse to fly to Australia. Maybe I could come up with one a year., There had to be some conference or something out there. And America, well, there are plenty of place to go there. I just never have before, so that shouldn't be too bad. " He paused for a moment. "I mean, I wouldn't be able to stay long, maybe a long weekend, or a week if I was lucky, but it'd be better than nothing.." he stopped, realizing that he was rambling on.

He hadn't even realized that he had been rubbing the inside of John's thigh, dangerously close to.. other places.. without even thinking about it.

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John drank in the moan and tightened his hand in those gorgeous curls. Oh Sherlock was... He was amazing.

"Mmmm, anything is better than nothing." He replied.

He leaned forward and kissed at Sherlock's throat, licking over the pulse.

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"Yes...." was all he was able to get out before he felt John's lisp on his throat. Without even thinking about it, he leaned his head back, giving the man full access to the soft, sensitive skin of his neck and chin and shoulder.

His hand squeezed the meat of the thigh under his fingers, almost hard enough to bruise, even through the thick fabric of his jeans.

"Ahhh.. John..." He groaned, a low, needy growl almost. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this was going faster that he had thought, than he had intended...

But bugger all if he thought he wanted to stop now.

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John whined needily at the flux of pain shooting through him. He liked it. It was... It was... "Sherlock..." He whined against the man's neck. Yes. Yes.

More. He wanted more of that touch. His body thrummed and called to it.

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That voice.. it drove a shiver down his spine to places dark and damp.

He gave John's thigh another squeeze. "Say it again.." He whispered into John's ear, honey sweet and low. "Say my name.."

Sherlock.. this Sherlock. had never been a particularly dominant person. He had had some lovers, but he had tended to be the more submissive of the partners. There were times when they had switched off, or he was dominant, but there was something about John that brought out something... dark... and deep inside of him.

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"Sherlock..." He moaned. He would do whatever the man wanted. Whatever he wanted at all. He nipped at Sherlock's throat before licking over the dancing pulse.

It was...

He tasted wonderfully. John nipped again, moaning the man's name.

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A moan ripped itself from his throat. Just having John say his name. it drove him wild with lust.

He moved his hand from the inside of his thigh, over the crotch of his jeans. He shouldn't have been surprised that there was a bulge, but he was a bit surprised at the size.

"Fuck... how... big is a god?" He gulped, suddenly slightly afraid again. He had never actually had full anal intercourse before, it was the one line he had refused to cross.. The thought had been crossing his mind with John.. but now.. he wasn't really so sure.

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"Some can change their size. I cannot..." he admitted with a furious blush, "I'm just average..."

John bit at Sherlock's pulse, again and again.

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"I.. don't want you to change your size." Sherlock found himself saying. "I want you as you are." He gave the half hard cock another squeeze, a nice groping feel, to get a feel for its size. "And you are above average, at least in girth. You feel very thick." Sherlock almost growled.

He arched his back against the bites, he knew that he was going to have marks, but that John was being careful that they were below his neckline...

"Ah... I... want... to see.." He gasped out, surprised but the sudden boldness of his statement.

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John nodded. "What ever you want. I will do anything for yo." His voice was shaky.

After a moment, John pulled away and stared at Sherlock. He swallowed and then stripped down for the man. His skin was sun kissed.

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Sherlock sat on the couch while John did a strip tease in front of him, slowly but surely taking off his layers of clothes.

God, he was beautiful, tan and golden and warm his skin smooth, not wrinkled by time or spotted with age, but perfect, like a...


LIke a god.

This man would live for centuries, for eons.. and he would get old and die in less than a hundred years. This was nice now, Sherlock thought, but had he aged, and wrinkled and sagged, John would get tired of him, and find someone young and virile and handsome again.

This was fleeting, and he knew it. He frowned softly, hating that his own mood brought the moment down, but was it worth it, to be with a man for such a short amount of time?

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John moved and straddled Sherlock's hips. He reached out and stroked his hair. "Mmm... I don't... I want you to remain close. Please." He then kissed the man, pressing fully against him.

If he managed to wake Hades inside of Sherlock, the man wouldn't die. He would remain young. But only if he could wake him.

He let out a breath as he pulled away. "Don't think of the future. Lets just think of the now." John implored.

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The now.

This wonderful, perfect man.. no.. GOD.. in front of him.. that wants him.. right now.

Sherlock reached out and pulled John closer, into his lap. John was naked, but Sherlock was still fully clothed- the front of his well groomed, tight black trousers were tenting rather obscenely.

Sherlock kissed back, rocking his hip up towards JOhn's, letting him feel what the demigod was doing to him. John was well endowed in thickness, perhaps slightly above average in length, but that girth it scared and terrified and excited Sherlock all in equal measures.