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 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.

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Their magic.. it hummed all around them, moving around and through them. He could feel his fire and John's earth, hot and cold, yin and yang. They were the perfect opposites and perfect together.

The magic built as did the pleasure and pain, he could feel his back being torn from his lovers fingers, but it only added to the intensity of the coupling.

Sherlock knew he wasn't going to last long, so he wrapped his long, nimble fingers around John and stroked, hard and fast, in time with his thrusts. He wanted to come. he needed them both to reach thier end together, always, always together.

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It didn't take long not with bring on edge so. Not with Hades being back. Not... John jerked and cried out as he reached his climax, digging his nails in further. He wanted to hold onto Sherlock and never let go. Oh god no. He sobbed and arched as his body tightened.

John was barely aware as he came down from the high.

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"Nnnnn.... Sherlock screwed his eyes tight, the mixed messages of the pain on his back and the pleasure of feeling John's body spasm and tighten under him was too much to handle.

One push, then a second, and he threw his head back, screaming to the heavens when his own pleasure exploded. He pushed hard into John, every single bit of him that could be inside his lover, while his molten hot seed filled. He rocked and pumped until he had no more, then he collapsed down on top of him, sweating and sated and spent.

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John held him, gasping for breath. Shit. That had been... Been...

He buried his face in Sherlock's neck. "Missed you."

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"You'll never have to again." He said softly.

Sherlock's head was on John's shoulder. He licked and nipped at the skin closest to his mouth, the places he could get to at this angle, as he was too drained, mentally and physically to move to another position.

He hadn't even realized that he had been panting, breathing heavily. He was going to have to get used to the fact that he doens't have to breathe, eat, sleep, use the bathroom, or do any of those types of things any more. There was still a lot of Sherlock in Hades. He wasn't sure if those habits would ever fade away, and right now, he didn't care.

All he wanted to do was sleep next to John, and start planning his revenge in the morning.

Maybe there'd be time for a quickie in the morning before that, he thought to himself with a smile. He could do that now.. he finally, finally had his other half back. He was whole again.

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John had drifted off to sleep, comfortable under his Hades. He had missed this.

In the morning, John stretched as he woke, for a moment forgetting what had happened the previous night. It all seemed to be a blur.

And then the memories came crashing back. He gasped and looked. There was Hades. His Hades.

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Sherlock hadn't been in the habit of sleeping as Hades. And even Sherlock, his mortal form, worked all hours of the night, and he tended not to sleep through the night.

He had gotten up well after John had drifted off to sleep. He had brought his own laptop from the US, the only item he had carried with him of his old life, so he puttered around on it, trying to figure out how he was going to run a chemistry company and be the Ruler of Hell.

Well, he wasn't the ruler of Hell yet.. But soon.

Eventually though.. sleep called to him. Well, sleep and his John. He lay next to his lover, naked, sticky, and satiated, deep in a dreamless sleep.

Even as John awoke Sherlock was asleep. He was naked, laying on his back, his closed eyes looking up to the ceiling. He had one arm on his chest, the other splayed out beside him. He had kicked the covers around, and they only came up to his waist, but he had kicked one leg out, revealing his inner thigh and a tantalizing teasing view of what was under those white sheets.

Of course, he had no idea of this. He was currently sawing logs rather loudly.

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John covered Sherlock and smiled. He pulled a robe on and then went into the kitchen.

He started coffee and opened his laptop to look over the news. The blonde sighed as he started to read an article.

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The smell of coffee assaulted Sherlock's nose. It was one mortal item that even the previous Hades has loved. It was one of the few things he enjoyed about going to the Overworld.

He got up, iddly scratching and adjusting himself, then he walked into the kitchen, as naked as the day his mortal form was born, not caring in the least that he was still sporting his morning wood.

"Gimme." He said, snatching John's cup from his hands and taking a long sip. The noise he made was positively sinful as he gulped the hot liquid down, finishing the cup in a few deep gulps and a few seconds.

"Perfect. I knew I kept you around for a reason." he teased, handing John the empty cup back.

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John glared at Sherlock. He huffed and got up to get another cup. He returned to where Sherlock was and looked down.

"Mmm... Do you want me to take care of that?"

He reached down with his free hand along the hard length.

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Sherlock couldn't help but laugh at John's mad face. He looked like an angry little hedgehog with his little round noise and frowny face. He watched John grab another cup of coffee, and was contemplating stealing that one as well until John derailed all of his thoughts.

He understood the science behind it, it was partially from his body still wanting to insist that it was human and he needed to relieve his bladder- except that he was now Hades once again and really didn't. His body, apparently, hadn't gotten the memo.

But it was more from the dream he had had in the strange half awake half asleep state that he had been in once John left the bed. For whatever reason, his mind had drifted back to the first time the met, in that dark alley, and Sherlock going to John's place and fucking him into the bed, not too differently than what had happened last night.

"Ahhh... J-j-ohn."Sherlock groaned and arched towards his lover. "Fuck.. I wanna feel my down your throat.."

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John finished his coffee and dropped to his knees in front of Sherlock.

"I missed you. I missed feeling you down my throat." He licked the tip of Sherlock's cock before looking up.

"Do you miss fucking my throat, watching your balls slap against my chin?"