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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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.

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"Oooh.. you actually want me to do this, don't you?" He said with a smirk. It was less surprising that Hades had a kinky streak a mile wide, but he had never, ever done anything with or to Persephone, in all the years they were together.

"I think I might have to introduce you to my... toy box. I have all sorts of things that may wake up that... little kinky streak in you.

John was still kneeling, so instead of kneeling down, Sherlock took his foot and rubbed at the inside of John's thigh with his big toe, teasing across his bollocks and over that hard, dripping cock of his. He didn't want the man to lose that beautiful erection. Not yet at least.

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John gasped and spread his legs a bit, to give Sherlock better access. He closed his eyes, making short, aborted noises. Fuck fuck.

He licked his lips and gave a low moan as he rocked forward a bit. His head was swimming. Did he want to belong to Hades in that way? Yes. He did. Oh god did he ever.

He opened his eyes and looked up. "Yes sir. I do."

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Hmm... so he didn't mind feet, Sherlock thought. Not everyone was into that, but was worth noting.
He ran his foot around John's bollocks and cock for a moment more before pulling away. It was nice, but it was hard to keep his balance where he was.

"We are going to have to have a serious talk though, about what you want and what you don't. I will not push you beyond your limits."

He sighed.. This was wonderful, but the timing was the worst. Just when they could finally explore a new part of their relationship, thy were going to have to put it on hold temporarily.

They still had Hell to deal with.

But there was still planning to do for that yet.

Maybe there was time.

"You need to think hard about what your soft and hard limits are. What you don't like but might try, and what you don't like and wont try. I need to know these things."

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John nodded. He understood. There would need to be a discussion about this. But not until they had Hell back.

"I understand." He whispered. John looked up at Sherlock and gave a small smile. He just. Yes. He loved this man and he would give him strength for taking back their domain.

"We have more important things to worry about first." He said.

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Sherlock nodded. He was right, they needed to put this on the back burner for now and concentrate on getting back home.

"FATES! To me!" He yelled. If there was anyone who might be able to help them, it was his friend, Greg. He knew he was probably going to need to visit his brother as well, but he wanted to wait until he heard what Greg told him.

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John got up and pulled his robe straight, adjusting it. He then went to start on breakfast. He may not be mortal. But he did like food.

Greg appeared in a swirl of light. He smiled and waved his hand. A robe settled around Sherlock's shoulders. "Good to see you're back. The interloper has no.idea."

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Sherlock smirked. "Don't care to see me naked, hmm?" He quipped with a warm smile. It wasn't like Greg hadn't seen him naked before, but he wrapped the robe around him and tied it closed anyways. It was good to see Greg again.

"Been a long time, old man." Sherlock grinned. But it only took a moment before the smile faded. They both knew why he had been called.

"It's good that they don't know. But that still doesn't get me any closer to knowing how to kill them. I assume they used a poison, whatever that flower was that they gave me. But I don't have access to any poisons, or knowledge for to procure or make any. And a god can't kill another god in simple hand to hand combat. So.. I am at a loss here." He sighed and slumped in a chair, looking over to John, with a longing look. He couldn't lose him.

"Greg... I know you can't tell me the future, but I don't know what to do. I am out of depth here. I need to get back to Hell. I can feel myself weakening, the longer I am away."

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"Sherlock. You have everything you need to reclaim Hell. You have everyone." He gave John a pointed look.

John flushed and looked at the two men. "While I was with Demeter. I made a study of the poisonous plants that could kill a god. There... There were times when I wanted to use them on myself and wake ina time that Hades was alive again." He admitted sheepishly.

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Sherlock frowned. This was something else that they were going to have to talk about later. But now he had to take down a god.

He looked to Greg, then back to John. "So... you know what can kill him.. But he isn't just going to take it. We are going to have to force him to somehow." He sighed. "And we are going to have to get the materials. Where are these plants and how do we procure them?"