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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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.

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John tightened his hands in Sherlock's hair, whimpering. He rocked his hips against the man's, wanting, needing more. He wanted to get lost in this man and have him get lost in him. To devour one another.

"What do you want?" He asked, "Please tell me..."

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"Nnnnggg.." Sherlock gasped at the tightening grip in his hair, and the pressure between his legs, and everything about both of them right at this moment, and fuck the future, he wanted this... NOW.

"You... please.... Show me... " he stammered out. "Show what it feels like.. to be fucked by a god..."

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John nodded. He could do hat. He got off Sherlock's lap and held out his hand to him. "It has been some time since I took someone like that. But I think I remember how it works." He said teasingly.

John pulled Sherlock up and took him towards the bedroom. Giving the man a view of his arse.

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Sherlock couldn't help but lick his lips at that view... good lord, that god had a perfect fucking arse...

He squeezed John's hand lightly and followed him to the bedroom, trying to watch where he was going more than watching that perfect arse in front of him, he settled for about 50/50. Thankfully it wasn't a particularly big flat, and it was a short trip into the bedroom.

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John's bedroom was what some would describe as modern. Slick clean lines with dark colors.

He sat on the bed and then looked at Sherlock. "Will you undress for me?" he asked softly. John bit his lip, staring up at the other man.

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For some reason, Sherlock hadn't felt self conscious up until this moment. He wasn't ashamed of his body, he was skinnier than he should be, his ribs poking out, but there was a wiry, youthful strength to him. His chest was almost totally bare, save for the small patch of almost auburn fuzz that ran between his legs. He was about as long as John, maybe even very slightly longer.. but much skinnier, lean and long, like the rest of his body.

He kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks. He first undid his tight purple shirt- the one he knew John liked, the one they had first met in, first. Then his trousers, and finally, his pants, tight, dark briefs, tented at the front.

When he was done, he stood there, naked and half hard, blushing a deep red, trying to resist the urge to cover his modesty with his hands.

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John let out a breath at the sight. "Beautiful..." He shifted onto his knees in front of Sherlock and looked up at the man. He ran his hands up the man's pale thighs, savoring the warmth that came from him. It was so opposite.

Ying and Yang...

He tilted his head up, looking at the man. He let out a breath and then leaned in, pressing his lips to the tip of Sherlock's cock.

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"Ahhhh.." It was a surprise for a couple of reasons.. he thought that John was going to lay him down and take him. and even more so because of that wicked, wicked tongue of his. Oh, he was good, so very very good..

His cock twitched at the attention, the tiniest little droplet of moisture on the tip. Just the strip show and seeing John in front of him had fully engorged him, he was hot and heavy... and ready.

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John shivered and took the tip in his mouth. The blonde began to bob his head up and down. God. He had only done this a few times to his Hades. But he... He felt like he knew how to do this. To make Sherlock feel good.

He wanted Hades to wake up, to take back Hell. He wanted to go home.

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"J-j-ohn.." He groaned, putting his hand on top of John's head. "if you k-k-eep that up, I wont last l-long..." His lovers in the past had admired his refractory period, he was ready to go pretty quickly after the last round, but as for his stamina... well.. that was something that was a bit lacking.. it didn't take too much to set him off, and John was hitting all the buttons.

His mouth was so warm around his cock.. warm... like fire... and stone.... He shook his head. what was that weird thought in his head?

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He pulled away and looked up at the man. He chuckled. "Looks like we need to work on your stamina." John then rose gracefully to his feet. He grinned and kissed him before sitting back on the bed.

"Join me?"

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His cheeks flushed a deep red. He looked down, a bit ashamed. "I make up for it.. by... umm. being ready to go pretty quickly again..." He tried to argue but it sounded pretty lame.

He hadn't come yet, but he had been pretty close there..

Thoroughly embarrassed now, he sat next to John on the bed, his hands in his lap, nervously fiddling, not sure what the man wanted to do now.. afraid that he was disappointed that this potential lover flew off the handle too quickly.