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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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.

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Sherlock sighed. He needed to give John time to get in the man's good fortunes.. He could only hope that a month would be enough.. but he wasn't sure how John was going to leave Sydney, he might need 3 months or more.

"Yes." He said softly. He had forgotten his laptop in his haste in Sydney, but it was too late now. He had to stay, and lay low, and wait for the plants to grow.

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John was nervous. Venturing to Hell for the first time in ages.

He greeted Cerberus, knowing the hound could smell Sherlock on him. He hoped Cerberus would be supportive. Well as supportive as the hound could be.

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Cerberus looked up, if confusion could show on three dogs' faces, then that is what it would have looked like. It sniffed John, though it remembered who he was, it had been a very long time since they had seen each other. After sniffing him, it gave an anxious look towards the throne room, then back at John, seemingly unsure about what was going on, and where its former master was.

It laid its head back down, clearly it wasn't going to bar John from entering Hell.

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"He's coming back." He promised ever so quietly.

John straightened and went into the throne room. He looked his best today.

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3 sets of ears perked up at that. Of course its previous owner had never treated it particualrly well, but neither did he treat it particularly bad either. It got fed the bodies that had no more souls when it was hungry, and its job was pretty easy. They had been together for a long time, and it felt rather loyal to the last Hades. It put its heads down, and let John pass.


Thanatos- Moriarty looked rather surprised when he saw John enter the room. "Ah, have you changed your mind, Johnny-Boy? Finally done pining after that pathetic Hades and come to joining me?" He asked in that high lilt of his.

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John didn't let any expression cross his face at those words. "It takes time for a bond to sever. Especially one as long as the one Hades and I had. But I thought it was time to start making alliances again."

He came to stand in front of Moriarty. He would let the man think he was weaker than he actually was. Very few knew about the link to Ares.

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"Good boy." He smiled and stood up, walked around John, then used the back of his hand to caress John's cheek. "I bet I can find a use for you here."

As quick as he was nice, his face turned stony and evil. "And if I get one whiff that this is some sort of trick, or ruse by those..." He waves his hand dismissively "Morons on Mount Olympus, I will kill you where I stand, and feed you to my dog." His voice was cold, uncaring, unflinchingly dangerous.

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He didn't flinch at the touch, even though it revolted him.

"Who would I go to? Who would I betray you to?" John had made it seem like he had few friends, wasn't close with anyone.

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"That bitch, Demeter." He growled, but immediately his face brightened, and it was like he had never been the cold, angry heartless thing that he had been just moments before.

"Ah, who am I kidding. You wouldn't go and do that, would you, Johnny-Boy?" He slapped John's back. "Alright, well, lets get you familiar with the way things are done around here..."

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They both knew Demeter would rain hell down on Moriarty if anything happened to John. But neither of them spoke those words.

John was grateful that Moriarty had given him a room. It wasn't similar at all to his old one. But he wouldn't complain. He wanted Moriarty to think he was easy to manipulate.

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Moriarty had him set to the most meaningless tasks at first, things that he insisted that he just didn't have time to do, though mostly he just sat on his throne and ferried souls from there. He may have been an usurper, but he was actually doing the job.

When John was good, did what Moriarty wanted, he often ran his hand down Johns back or over his cheek or down his side, showing physical praise as well as giving him spoken praise, both of which increased as time went on.

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"I have to return to London soon." John told Moriarty one day. It was only a few days before the start of winter in the Northern Hemisphere.

"Would you like me to bring you anything back?"

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Moriarty thinned his eyes for a moment, looking suspiciously at John, looking as if he was trying to decide if this was a trick. But he was Persephone, and it as true that winter was supposed to start soon, and he could always spy with a scrying crystal if the thought something was up.

He smiled and ran his hand over John's back in slow circles, then left his hand there as he spoke.

"The crown jewels?" He remarked with a barking laugh.

"How long will you have to be gone?" He asked, totally serious once again.

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"I don't think that would be a good idea." He flashed him a smile.

"The Winter Solstice to the Spring Equinox. It is a boring existence. But it is the one I have." John shrugged.

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"Three whole months?" He looked hurt. "I don't think I can stand to be away for that long, Johnny Boy. Surely there is a way that you can do your job from here..." His hand started to wander around John's body.

"I was just starting to really like you, trust you." His look was more than a little predatory, there was a lot going on behind those intelligent eyes.

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"I cannot leave once winter has begun. It is written in stone in Mount Olympus. I would no sooner break those rules. It is an unpleasant end for any who try." He reminded Moriarty.

He didn't want to be touched, but he had to get him to trust him. He had to. If he had to lie there, he would. It felt like to him that Moriarty just wanted a bedwarmer.

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Moriarty knew it was true. He did indeed have to stay, but he had wanted to test John to see what he was going to say.

"Well." he shrugged. "At least there's the scrying crystal. I can always watch you and pine for you from afar." He made it sound lighthearted but there was a sinister element under his seemingly cheery facade.

"Since you have to leave soon, you should stay with me... tonight. I have a chamber. Of course I don't need to sleep, but... I'm sure I can always find a reason to go to bed.." His voice dropped to a low, sultry tone.

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He knew he would be under close scrutiny. They suspected that much would happen before he left for Hell. And Sherlock, unhappily, theorized Moriarty would want to sleep with him.

John bit his lip and smiled coyly. "You might have to do some convincing." He teased before looking away.

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Moriarty raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face. Oh, playing hard to get, huh?

"Oh, I don't know about that, Johnny dear. I see your body reacting to mine.." He pressed himself close to John from behind, grinding himself against John's arse. I can feel your pulse racing, I practically hear that blood of yours thrumming in your veins."

He reached around and cupped John's crotch "Ah, and you can't deny what I am feeling right now.. Mmm. it feels like you have a nice piece of meat there..." He gave John a slow, languid stroke through his pants.

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John hated this, with every fiber of his being. But he would do it. He would do it for Sherlock and their home. The home they were taking back.

He cried out when he felt Moriarty press against him, stroke him. His body did want to be had and it seemed it wasn't picky. John whimpered, unable to stop himself.

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"Oh, Johnny baby. Feel that. Getting all hard for me." He almost purred. Moriarty took a few more stroke, then grabbed John's hand and took him to his chambers, practically throwing him on the gigantic, round bed. It was obvious that it was used for things other than sleeping.

A few wiggles of his fingers, and they were both naked. "Getting undressed is so boring." He said, using a hand to keep John pinned to the bed.

"Mmm... this is going to be fun..." He growled.

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John stared up at him. He knew their power wouldn't connect. Because he wasn't Hades, it wouldn't hold.

He squirmed just a bit, making small aborted noises. He wanted Moriarty to think him eager and weak.

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"Mmm.. John.. so nice. Let's see how open you are." He easily rolls John over onto his stomach and parts his cheeks. "Such a tight little arse. I'm going to love coming in it. Look at you, all wanton for me. Such a nice little slut."

Moriarty pinned John to the bed with one hand, and started stroking himself with the other, getting himself to full hardness.. "I'm gonna love taking you unprepared..."He growled.