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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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?"

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It was torture, standing there, watching John drink his coffee, knowing that when he was done, he was probably going to get the best blow job of his life.

But if it was torture waiting, John made it ten times worse with the filthy, filthy words that came out of his mouth.

"Fuuuuuuck..." He groaned at the first lick of John's skilled tongue. He pushed forwards, towards John, trying to push his hot, hard cock into that filthy mouth of his.

"I'm gonna deep throat you, make you take ever last millimeter of my cock that will fit inside that hole of yours. And then I am going to fuck you so hard it will give you whiplash.. I won't stop until you are choking on my come, because you cant swallow it fast enough." He growled, it wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

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If John hadn't already been on his knees, he might have collapsed. Dear god. The darkness that filled him. He ached for that. For the fire that came from Sherlock. He bit his lip and nodded.

He then parted his lips, giving Sherlock the opportunity to push in. He wanted it. To be consumed.

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Sherlock held the base of his cock when he saw that he was going to be the one in charge here.

He actually slapped his dick across John's cheeks and lips a few times, making sure to spread the pre-come that was already leaking from his slit, marking John with his musky scent.

He teased, rubbing the head of his glans against John's open lips, but not pushing in, not yet. He wanted to see how far he could take John, make him beg, make him work for it, or maybe if he was lucky, make John take charge and suck him down in one fell swoop.

Sherlock teased around John's lips in circles, watching the stick pre leave a long trail as he pulled it away, only to bring it forward again, almost into his mouth, but not quite.

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His head spun and he. He... John whimpered, unable to stop himself. Oh god. That was. Was... Sherlock was.

It was too teasing. He didn't want a teasing taste. He wanted the real thing.

He then leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head. Without waiting, he began to move his head up and down. It had been too long. Far too long.

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Ohhhh, by the gods, yes.. that was what he wanted.. for John to take charge. It was rare, but he did enjoy letting his lover take the wheel, so to speak, from time to time. The ability to let go and just enjoy the moment was a wonderful treat.

And it helped that John gave fucking amazing blow jobs.

One hand was on the kitchen table for balance, the other went to John's hair, holding him tight and pushing him closer, forcing him to take more of Sherlock's cock inside his mouth.

"Oh, but you have a wicked, sinful mouth." He groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "I'm going to love coating your throat with my come. "

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He moaned around the length in his mouth before shivering. That hand on his hair... Yes. He loved the sting of pain.

John worked his tongue over Sherlockas he moved his head while he was still able.

He felt... Content. Happy. It was an amazing feeling and one that he had missed so. God he had missed his Sherlock.

But he was here now. And they were not going to be parted again. He wouldn't stand for it.

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Sherlock's fingers dug into John's scalp, holding him tight and hard. John was mostly in control, but Sherlock still had a hand on the wheel.

He pulled John forward again, almost all of his cock was disappearing into John as he moved his head back and forth now. That tongue,. sinful and evil, found every little part of Sherlock that made him groan and writhe and twitch.

"Nnnng... More.. I wanna feel the back of your throat.. I'm getting close... "

HIs head slipped down past John's tongue, down to the back of his throat, and down- a normal human would have been choking to death, but John, he knew his demigod lover could take him, and more.

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If he was mortal. He wouldn't have been able to take it. No. But he wasn't mortal. He moaned and scrapped his teeth along Sherlock's length.


He would do this every morning of it meant Sherlock would stay with him forever. He moaned, unable to stop it.

There was so much joy inside him. Bubbling and falling over. Hades was alive. Hades was here. It was perfect.

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Oh, the teeth.. that was the tipping point.. the point of no return. Sherlock tugged savagely on John's hair. He pushed as hard as he could, while at the same time pulling John by the hair towards him.

Sherlock's bollocks slapped roughly against John's chin, he was fully ensheathed, there was no further that he could go.

Hades made two shallow thrusts, only pulling back a little bit before slamming hard forward again.

He leaned his head back, an animalistic growl of pleasure escaping his throat. His cock pulsed, and his white hot semen coated the back of JOhn's throat, down his windpipe.

It was so intense, he saw stars, the room seemed to swim, he felt like he was flying and falling at the same time.

It seemed to go on forever, pulse after pulse of himself, he held on tight until there was no more of himself to give. Sherlock slumped forward, the only reason he didn't fall on his face was that John and the table were bracing him in a slightly upright position, but his knees were jelly, and he would collapse if either John or the table moved.

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Over and over. The feeling of that cock moving in and out of his throat. Sherlock was. Was. So commanding. It made his own cock hard. He whined, knowing he was leaking pre-come all over the floor.

Because of Sherlock.

Because of what he was doing.

And then Sherlock was coming down his throat. If he was mortal he would choke. It might kill him. But it didn't. He swallowed, but some leaked out of the corners of his mouth. So filthy.

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Oh, John was ravaged. Sherlock watched as even the demigod couldn't take all of him, and some of his come dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin. So dirty, so naughty.

Even when Sherlock was bled dry, he still fucked John's throat for another couple of minutes. All of the semen made it nice and lubricated, and it slipped easily up and down the deepest part of his throat. He was still hard, which just made it feel all the better.

He had half a mind to keep going until he came again, but he knew John was needy.. He could smell his desire, his salty pre, his musky sweat in the air without even looking down.

When he was finally stable enough to stand on his own, he pulled his cock back, which made even more of his essence leak out of his lover's mouth. Fuck that was sexy as hell. He continued to lean on the table for support, this had taken a lot out of him, quite literally.

"You are such a good little thing, my love, my cock slut. Is that what you are?"

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He whined when Sherlock pulled his cock out. That wasn't fair. He wanted it always. But he nodded.

"Yes. I'm your cock slut sir. I'll do anything that you want. I'll do anyone that you want." John swore.

He knew that he would never be asked to do that. But it was part of giving up his power and control.

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Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Anyone that I want?" Of course he didn't really want to share John with anyone, but he had to admit that watching John pleasing someone else and being a voyeur to it had... some appeal.

"I could bring home some random tart, and tell you to fuck him, and you would?" He asked. He hated that it was an intriguing thought, but he was pretty sure that his jealousy would take over his pleasure and the random anonymous tart would find himself quite dead, quite quickly.

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John nodded. "Whether you wanted me to fuck the tart or be fucked by the tart. I would do it if you so commanded."

He looked at Sherlock..look at that. Mild mannered Persephone had a kinky streak.