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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John didn't even feel the magic that had flown through Sherlock. He had been too wrapped up in watching the man. He swallowed. He was gorgeous when he came apart.

He nodded and pulled out his fingers. John lubbed up his length and positioned it at Sherlock's entrance. Without waiting, he slowly began to push in.

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"Nnnnnnnnnggg!!" Sherlock shut his eyes as tight as he could... Oh, the pain, he was being stretched like he had never, ever felt before.

Pain and pleasure danced through his body, He knew he needed to relax but his body was fighting him every step of the way...

His fingers gripped the sheets, he didn't even notice that he was ripping them with nails that seemed sharper than they should normally be.

"John... god.... John.... oh... fuck.... please...." Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. but he wanted more.. he wanted it all....

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"Anything for you..." He breathed, "Anything at all." Those words were so similar to the last ones he breathed to Hades before... Before... His heart clenched, bu he drove off those thoughts. He continued pushing in until his hips met Sherlock's arse.

It was... Euphoric. He wanted to bend over Sherlock and pound into him until they both broke and sobbed. But he wanted to take it easy for the man. Take it slow, tender.

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'Anything for you'... why did that sound so damn familiar? He had heard those words from John's lips before.. but no, he couldn't have..

He groaned when John bottomed out inside of him He was flayed open, his arse aflame with pain, the best kind of pain, a pain he wanted more of.

Oh god, why did he want John to ravage him, to take him savagely, to fuck him down into his bed with no mercy? It would probably kill him, being fucked by a god, but he wanted nothing more than that right now.. Even if his body cried out for less, he wanted more

He let John sit, fully ensheathed for a moment before he looked over his shoulder. "Move.. please.. John.. Please..."

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John began to move. Slow at first, letting Sherlock get used to the sensation of someone doing this. He stroked his hips gently, wanting to keep him calm.

After a bit, he began to move faster, harder. Wanting more and chasing it. One hand moved and tangled in Sherlock's hair, yanking his head back as he pounded into him.

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As John moved in and out, Sherlock rocked his hips in time, moving with John fluidly, like they were one body, like this was a dance that they had done forever, even if it was their first time.

Sherlock leaned his head down on the bed, his ass high up in the air, his hand desperately grasping at the now torn and shredded sheets under him, though that had still escaped his notice.

His whole body thrummed with.. something, with lust and need and desire and heat and pain and pleasure.. and something more even, something he couldn't even begin to understand.

"Ahhhh!!" He cried out when his head was jerked back.. He could feel his own pleasure rising, building,a w ave threatening to break on shore..

John was fast and hard, and Sherlock wanted more, more, but he couldnt make his mouth form any words, just deep gutteral growls and moans and animalistic noises

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"Come as many times as you want... I'm not stopping until I have my release." John growled into his ear. So many years with Hades and he had taken on some of his... Mannerisms. Not a lot, but some.

He kept thrusting hard, not caring about Sherlock's bouncing cock. No, he kept chasing his own pleasure in that tight arse.

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Oh... god... Sherlock groaned... he wanted... he needed to come.... every thrust of John's cock his his prostate he was stretching him so wide that there was no way it wouldn't brush against it each time he pushed in and out.

"P-p-lease... John... c-can I.. touch myself... please... I.. have to..." He whimpered and whined, he couldn't quite come untouched like this, even rutting into the sheets, but he could feel himself teetering over the edge...

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"Go ahead. But know I will continue fucking you." John growled into his ear.

He just... Yes. He wanted this. John was too wrapped up to notice his own power wrapping around Sherlock, it knew what lay dormant in the man, it called to it. It called to its other half.

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"Yes... please... please!!" Sherlock begged. He touched his cock, it only took one stroke before he was yelling his eyes looking up to the heavens, his whole body shaking and writhing and jerking, the already drying come from before was covered by the second load.

He didnt think it was even possible for this orgasm to be more intense than the last, but it was,.. it seemed to last a lifetime... before he finally started to be able to see and breathe again...


Two orgasms almost back to back had drained him, literally and figuratively... He lay, quiet and still and pliant as John continued to ram into him....

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It didn't take much longer for John. He was already on edge, wanting, needing. It had been centuries since he was last with someone. He cried out as he buried himself in Sherlock, biting the man's shoulder as he climaxed inside him.

He lay draped over Sherlock's back for a moment, taking deep breaths. After a moment he pulled back, and out, before dropping next to the man.

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Sherlock was in a half dream like state as John fucked him, finally feeling the gods seed fill his insides.

He dreamed of Hell, but he wasn’t scared... siting on a throne.. John standing beside him, the giant elephant of a dog to his other side.

When John pulled out, he felt a massive hush of hot seed over his arse and the back of his thighs. He desperately fought for breath. When he opened his eyes the whole world was swimming.

“J-j-John...” he whispered

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John stroked his hair gently and smiled warmly. "Mmm yes? Do you want me to get you some water?" He asked. He forced himself to sit up and then moved to get up.

He stepped out of the bedroom and went to get two glasses of water and something light for Sherlock to eat.

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Sherlock was barely able to lift his head. He nodded once, weakly, watching the still naked John walk out of the room.

The whole room seemed to be spinning, he still felt like he was on fire, even though his breath had slowly settled into an almost normal rhythm.

When John came back, he let the man help him roll over and sit up a bit. He took a few sips of water, licking his parched lips.

"I... dreamed.. of fire.." He said... softly, nervous to admit such a strange thing.

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"Fire? Was there a tragedy in your life?" John asked. He refused to get his hopes up. He couldn't.

Not when he felt like he failed his Hades so. Letting him die by being poisoned by that bastard Moriarty. Anger coursed through him. The righteous anger and rage of Ares. When he got his hands on Moriarty... Nothing could stop him from ripping the man's heart from his chest.

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He shook his head. "I mean, yes, there has been tragedy in my life.. but never a fire. Not any one that I can remember at least." He said, his voice a bit low and harsh from use.

"It was... strange.. I felt like I was looking at a place I have never been before, and yet.. I had." He shook his head. "Sorry. I guess my mind was just racing away with itself. Never mind me." He said, shaking his head.

He touched John's arm, the one holding his glass of water. "You.. this... it was all. it was amazing.. I.. no one has ever done that.. to me.." He blushed.

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John smiled at him, hiding the rage that lived in him, burned in him, ate at his heart. "I'm glad I could give you that. I am sorry I have to go soon. But I will work on a way to move my operations here." He promised.

He leaned in to kiss him, whispering something with his power and soul against Sherlock's lips. A promise to return to him, to protect him, to love him.

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He felt John's lips moving against his, saying something, but he didn't know what it was.... His whole body, it felt cold for a moment then... it was white hot.

"W-what did... what you you say to me?" He started to sweat, the room was spinning, he felt nauseous. What was going on? Had John poisoned him? Did the fact that he had sex with a god literally tear him apart?

His eyes were wide, he had no idea what was happening. He desperately clawed at John's chest

"H-help... me...."

His eyes closed, and he fell back onto the bed, alive but unconsious.

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John wasn't even sure what he did. He swallowed and gathered Sherlock into his arms, holding him close. He pressed their foreheads together, remembering their time together. His first life, their meeting, his anger, his decision to leave. Their second meeting, the love he felt, the love he knew Sherlock possessed. The hated at being kept from his love for six months of the year. The rage at the man who killed Hades.

Sherlock Holmes was Hades and Hades was Sherlock Holmes.

He knew it. John would protect him from anyone until they struck him down. He would never let anyone hurt Hades again. He swore that to the heaven above and the hell below. He did not swear to the gods that inhabited those places no, he swore to the places themselves. Eternal and unchanging.

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Clouds formed.. inside the room. The temperature dropped dramatically. Rumbles of thunder could be heard, flashes of lightning in the clouds.

There was a bright flash of lightning, enough to blind anyone in the room for a moment.

When it faded, there stood a man in a bespoeked dark gray suit with matching trousers, a deep blue waistcoast with an antiquated watch chain on it, leaning on an umbrella.

As soon as he spoke, it was obvious who he was, though his great voice boomed throughout the tiny room.

"Persephone. What have you done with my brother?"

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John cried out at the voice, it rattled his head and bones. He couldn't think, couldn't concentrate.

"Would you speak normally?" He demanded of Zeus, an angry look reminiscent of Ares on his face.

After a moment he let out a breath and stared at Zeus. "I promised I would protect him, love him, to return to him. I... I think I used my power in it. I think it called to the power of Hades that lives deep in him, I think he's waking up."

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Zeus frowned at John's complaint. It wasn't like he could whisper. He spoke in the same voice.

He looked down at his little brother, the man he had lost multiple times throughout the eons.

"Yes. He is starting to wake up." He said in a neutral tone. "You must guide him through it. As it was not easy for you, so it will be even less so for him. Becoming a demi-god is one thing, becoming a full fledged god is another."

He looked at John, the sadness in his eyes hardening to daggers.

"You must protect him during this time. If... " he paused. "If certain. entities find out that he is being reborn and he is in this vulnerable state, he could be taken from you again If he is not given the opportunity to be reborn as a full god, the cycle will be broken, and Hades will never be again."

Zeus stepped back. "Protect him. Save his life, or I promise, it will cost you yours."


There was another blinding flash of light, and then he was gone.

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What Zeus didn't know, or didn't care to know... John had been practicing illusions magics to help conceal something. He looked at the sleeping man and focused. Sherlock would have to come with him, he could not leave him like this no.

If he lost Hades... He would never recover. It would be an eternal winter across the globe.

John whispered protection spells and illusions to mask the true nature of Sherlock form those who would seek him harm. He would not allow any danger to befall this man. The power of his spells and illusions were backed by the Earth. It knew that Persephone was not right without Hades.

He held Sherlock close, whispering spells and illusions to keep interested parties at bay. Even has they were taken to Demeter's.

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The moment Zeus got back to Mount Olympus, he watched John through a scrying crystal. He had seen that John had been working on his magic, though he was a bit surprised that he seemed to be fairly advanced.

He could step in any time if he needed to to stop John if he took a step out of line, but right now, he was trying to protect his little brother, so Zeus decided that he was going to let this play out.

Still, Sherlock slept on, through one day, then the second.

Zeus knew that John was going to have to leave London soon, and Fates had told him what was going to happen, thought to Zeus it seemed to be the only conclusion.

Zeus knew that his brother would be back... and soon.

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John kept Sherlock in his arms, holding and rocking him. He kept his power flowing over the many. This was one of the few times he did not keep to his routine. He stayed awake and focused on protecting Sherlock from prying eyes. He was grateful the two winters were not back to back.

But he would do anything for Hades. For Sherlock. He would protect him at the cost of his own life. Which he would hate to do. But he would do it.