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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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?"

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"Demeter. She can grow them." Greg offered.

"He has been sending messages to me, asking me to join him. Asking me to grow exotic plants." John said after a moment, "I might be able to get to him. As long as Sherlock is the last one to touch however we get.the poison to.hin."

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Sherlock looked to John. "You have to stay here, but I will go back to the US and talk to Demeter. I assume it will take her time to grow them, and while she is growing them we will have to make sure that he doesn't realize that I am back. It might be best if I don't visit Zeus." He actually did want to see his brother again, though he'd never admit it.

He stared at John. "The god.. who is running Hell., he asked you to grow poisonous plants for him? He wants to kill more gods?"

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John frowned. He didn't want to leave Sherlock again. Not after he just got him back. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I suppose. But I always turned him down. I never gave him a reason. I think he suspects it's because I'm not strong enough."

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Sherlock of course understood why John was frowning. It wasn't like he wanted to leave either, he was still getting the last of his memories back, most came flooding back but some where a bit slower in coming. But this was their only choice, they both had to know that.

"You... could get close to him." That was the last thing that Sherlock wanted. It was so, so fucking dangerous. This man could most likely kill John as well. It was likely that he either had more poison, or some other way to kill or maim John if he didn't cooperate.

He looked to Greg, who had been silent. "I assume you have nothing else to say, am I correct?"

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"Could just freeze him and you can force feed him the poison." John grumbled almost seriously. He didn't want loose Sherlock, but he knew they had few options.

"He has a weakness for human whiskey." Greg said with a shrug. He didn't like the interloper. Sherlock was Hades.

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Sherlock's eyes lit up. We have to get you into his good graces, enough that he would let you serve him whiskey, John. I'm just not sure how, since you are stuck in Sydney for another 2 and a half months."

He paced around the room like a tiger in a cage. "We need time both for Demeter to grow the flower, and for you to get into his graces. I have no idea how long either will take, though."

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"I could send him a message..." John offered. He wanted to go home. Home to Hell with Hades. He was tired of this existence.

Greg smiled and then vanished in a swirl of light.

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"Alright. I am going to head to the US, the soon I start, the better."

He leaned in, giving John a deep kiss, running his tongue against the man's lips. He wished he could stay long, that they could have one more time together, but this plan needed to happen before the new ruler of Hell catches onto them.

"John... I.. I love you.," Sherlock says, then disappears in a small poof of smoke.

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John sighed, his shoulders dropping. Fuck. This was going to be awful.

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In a heartbeat, he is back in the US, at Demeter's farm. He bursts in the door, not bothering to knock, walking determinedly like a man on a mission

And he was.

"John and I need your help." He said, not even greeting her. "You need to grow us a poisonous plant, so that I can rule Hell again." He looked at his hands, slightly shaking. "The longer I am away from Hell, the weaker I get. It will take time for the plant to grow, so we need to start right now!"

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Molly looked up as Sherlock billowed into her home. She blinked for a moment and then nodded. She would help.

"I have some I have been cultivating that should be ready in a month. Or is that too far out?" She asked.