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 opened his eyes and blinked a few times. "Hades? Is this a dream?"

He hoped that it wasn't. He was tired of living without Hades. Without his love.

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Sherlock leaned down, and gave him a long, languishing kiss on the lips. "Does this feel like a dream?" He asked with a smile.

His eyes canted down to the stone on John's chest, trying to get him to look at it as well.

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John made a noise at that kiss. Hades. His Hades... He was here. He remembered. Before he could pull him down, his attention was moved elsewhere.

His talisman.

He sat up and let it tumble into his hands. It was warm, so warm. He held it close and looked up at Sherlock. He set the stone aside and pulled him in. "I need you my love. Only you will do."

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He put his hand over John's, the one that was holding the stone, tightening his grip. I swear to you, that stone will never fade, the fire will never go out again.

Sherlock watched as John put the stone back to the side.

Sherlock closed his eyes, giving John another, deeper kiss. "You have me, my love. You have have forever now. You and I are together. I will never let us part again. I will never part from you. Never again. "

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John kissed him eagerly, biting at his lips. He was eager. He missed Hades. He didn't realize he was crying.

"I felt so hollow without you. I never want to feel that again."

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"You wont have to." Sherlock's hand wandered all over John's body, "Never." Sherlock desperately licked and nipped at any part of John's skin that he could get to.

Oh, he wanted to get those clothes off of John and just ravage him, to remember what they had for so long, so very long ago.

"Please... John... my Persephone..."

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He nodded. "Anything for you. I want to feel you."

John sat up and tugged the shirt he wore off. He needed... He needed that connection with Hades again.

It cemented them. Connected them.

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Sherlock dipped his head down, licking and nipping at his collarbone, then lower, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it, using just enough teeth to let him feel it, but not quite enough to be painful.

"Oh... my Persephone.." He groaned, moving over to the other nipple, while his hands wandered the flat planes of his chest. Neither of them were particularly hairy, which was good for both of them, made him easier to explore and enjoy.

"Yess...."

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He ran a hand through Sherlock's hair, gasping. The feeling of those lips and hands on him after so long. John whined, opening himself to Hades.

"Oh Hades..."

He felt himself hardening, pressing against the seam of his sleep trousers. John sobbed and dragged his nails along the man's scalp.

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"Mmm.. look at you, getting all hard for me." He teased gently. One of the hands on his chest went to John's sleep trousers, rubbing in little circles. "Oh... I have missed this. I have missed you so much."

Sherlock leaned down and kissed him again, deep and full, wrapping his long, lithe body around John's. He wanted to melt into him, to be one body, to never be apart.

"John... you still have too many clothes.." he growled, tugging at those pajama bottoms, trying to get them off. Then he remembered. He moved his fingers, and the pants were gone.

"Much better."

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John laughed. He had missed that. Missed Hades so. His Sherlock.

He pushed himself against the other man's body.

"I never let anyone have me in the years you were gone. I didn't want anyone else to have me." John admitted quietly.

He knew how his partner would react to that. The fact that no one else had him in hundreds of years. Not even the reborn Sherlock...

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Sherlock frowned, leaning away a little. Sadness and embarrassment clouded his face.

"I... I didn't know.. I was just a human, a mortal." He looked down, not wanting to meet John's face. "I... have been with people, male and female."

Sherlock started to lean back. "I understand if you are upset, if you want me to stop." He was Hades, but he was still a bit of Sherlock, not as evil or as cruel as he had been as a god alone. This.. of all things. helped him really understand human emotions.

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John shook his head. "No. I know you didn't remember. Don't stop. Please..." He begged, looking a little wrecked. He swallowed.

"I love you and I waited for you because I wanted to."

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Another movement of his fingers, and he was naked as well.

"I don't want to stop. Ever." Sherlock leaned down, rocking his hips against John's showing him that he was just as aroused as John was.

Sherlock bit at John, leaving his marks, while his hand reached down and stroked his lover, just once, ever so slowly, teasingly. He wanted to be with his John so badly, but he didn't want to rush, didn't want it to be over soon... or ever at all.

"John.. my John..."

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He let out a breath and looked at him. He ran his hand along Sherlock's back. He breathed and smiled. Touching him again. That too hot skin. It was a wonderful contrast to his too cool skin.

He looked the same and it made his heart ache. He didn't realize tears were falling down his face.

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"John... There's no need to cry. I'm here. I promise. We will be together tonight. And tomorrow we will start planning on how to take back Hell." He used his finger to wipe the tears away, licking the salt from his fingers.

"I want to take you, my Persephone. Fill you, and make you mine, and let you feel how I am yours. I want to let you feel my warmth inside of you." He groaned, rocking his hard length against John's. I want to come inside of you and see you come apart in my arms. Please, my love."

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John nodded. "All of that. Always always. I want whatever you are to give me." He put his hands on Sherlock's face and kissed him. He could get lost in this.

But he was right. There was someone in their home. They would need to take it back. He hiccuped and lifted his head, nudging at his throat.

"Own me Hades..."

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That was all he needed to hear. He gave his lover a few more strokes, just enough to make a bead of liquid form on the tip, enough so he could he lean down and lick at it. It was musky and salty and wonderful.

"Ohhhhh.... " He groaned. As much as he wanted to just press in, he knew it had been a very long time, so he needed to prepare his Persephone. He created some lubrication on his fingers, then pressed one in, slowly, oh so terribly slowly.. wanting to give John nothing but pleasure.

"So tight, Ohhh.."

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John arched at the intrusion and cried out. Oh god. He had missed it. The feeling of... He loved it. Feeling Sherlock like this. Knowing they wouldn't be parted again.

They couldn't be parted again. It might destroy them both. And then where would the world be?

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Sherlock hooked his finger up a bit, finding John's prostate, rubbing against it a couple of times before he pulled his finger out and added a second finger. He scissored his fingers apart , stretching his lover.

"John... you are so fucking tight.. Oh god.. you are are going to feel so good.. I want to fuck you right now.." He growled, rubbing his hand against John's bollocks, and over the base of his cock. "I want to see you come when I'm fucking you...."

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He jerked and gasped, moaning. With the way Sherlock was fingering him... Fuck Fuck. He sobbed. He couldn't... He wanted to let go, but he couldn't. He wanted Sherlock in him first. First....

"Please. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me." John reached up to tug Sherlock down. Bite at his lips. He needed. Needed...

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Sherlock knew that he really needed to put in a third finger first before fucking him, but neither of them wanted to wait.

He pulled his finger out and kissed John, nipping at his lower lip. "John.. Persephone.. my love... Relax yourself... This might hurt a bit...

Sherlock stroked himself a couple of times, using the lube on his lingers to lube himself up. He pressed the head of his cock against John's entrance, holding it there for a moment before pushing in.

Oh. by the gods it was exquisite... He was tight. tighter than he had ever felt... so warm and wet and enticing..

"Ohhhhhhhh.." He groaned.

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John dug his nails into Sherlock's back, clawing and clutching. Fuck. Fuck. Oh Fuck!

He tossed his head back against the pillows, crying out. His power opened to Hades beckoning him in. Wanting to combine. Become one.

Hades was his and he belonged to Hades.

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Sherlock hissed in pleasure of nails on his back. He didn't care if John left bloody marks, in fact he hoped that John would. They wouldn't last, he would heal fast, but he wanted to feel that pleasure and pain mixing.

With one push, he bottomed out inside of John. He didn't hesitate, immediately he started thrusting and pulling back, fast and hard... He might have wanted to take it slow earlier, but now that they were finally together, after over a century of being apart, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Persephone..... Ahhhhhhh...."

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He cried out when Sherlock began to pound him harder and harder. He knew he was going to be sore. It was worth it though. To have that...

He sobbed and clawed at Sherlock's back. He needed more. Wanted more.

His power sung, calling to Sherlock's. It was what had been missing for a century. His love, his mate.