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 woke days later. He stared up at a familiar sight. His room. Had that been a dream? He sat up and rubbed his face. He wasn't sure.

He got out of bed and went to clean up. A hot shower always helped. He pressed his head against the cool tile as hot water poured over him.

He imagined Sherlock's arms sliding around his waist. He imagined those lips laying kisses along his neck, hands stroking and touching. Before finally being breached, taken by the god.

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The days had been filled with one thing or another for Sherlock. He checked in on John often, but he also had to do his actual job of ferrying souls, he undid all the changes that Moriarty had made to his home, the throne room especially, he put in a new throne for John, and he had made several trips up to Mount Olympus for meetings with Zeus and other gods to be filled in on what had happened while he was gone.

It wasn't until he heard the water running that he knew John was awake. He wanted to run to the man and kiss him all over, but he knew he was still recuperating, so he gave the man some space to come out when he was ready.

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John didn't bring himself off. No. Instead he wanted it to be Sherlock. He got out of the shower and wrapped himself in robe. It was one he picked for Sherlock specifically. It was nearly sheer, giving a hint of what lay under.

He left his room.and crossed to where Sherlock sat. He put himself in the god's lap and smiled.

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Sherlock raised his eyebrows at the man in the sheer robe walking towards him. He shifted a bit to give John room to sit in his lap.

"I assume you had a nice sleep then?" He asked with a little smirk. As much as he had never been one previously for human comforts, he liked the way John smelled when he came out of the shower, whatever the shampoo and soap was that he used had eucalyptus and mint in it. And of course there was still his underlying musk, even after cleaning himself.

Sherlock gave him a long, lingering kiss. But he stopped there. Moriarty had used and abused him. He had only seen the blow job, but he had done more. Sherlock had no idea how much more or what, and he wasn't sure what John was comfortable with doing.. if anything.

He would wait.. if he had to. As long as he had to, until John was comfortable again.

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John settled himself in Sherlock's lap and nodded. "I did. The rest was needed. Though it was missing you." He answered with a small pout. He leaned against Sherlock, resting his head on the man's chest. He took a breath, though he didn't really need to. It was calming though.

He looked up to say something, but found himself kissing Sherlock. Oh it was wonderful. Wonderful. He wrapped an arm around Sherlock's neck, returning the kiss. He bit at the man's lips, wanting more.

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Sherlock was going to say something, then John started kissing him back, taking advantage that his mouth was open (not that Sherlock was complaining), and it all floated away.

Of course he had missed John as well, but if he couldn't say it, he could show it in other ways.

He ran his hands up and down the cloth on John's back, feeling the sheer material bunch and move under his fingertips.

Sherlock licked and nipped back, his tongue finding John's mouth and exploring as much as his hands were. A low groan escaped his lips. Much longer like this and John was going to be... uncomfortable in his lap with something growing....

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John squirmed against Sherlock's erection as he felt it pressing against him. There was something about the man that made him lose all sense. He bit at Sherlock's lower lip before pulling back.

"Take me to bed Hades." He whispered to him, "I need you."

He needed Sherlock to erase the memory of Moriarty.

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"Are... Are you.. sure?" Sherlock look concerned.. He knew what had just happened a few days ago, and understood that it could be traumatic.

Even as he asked the question, though, he did rearrange John in his arms and stand up, holding him easily. He started walking towards John's room, worried that he would trigger old memories, but desperate to make new ones.

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It never bothered him that Sherlock was so much stronger. It was his nature as a god. He was also nine feet tall when he wanted to be. But he loved it, knowing Sherlock could move him so easily if he wanted to.

"I am. I want you to make me forget it." John had done what was necessary to return Hades to Hell. And he would do it again and again. He would die for Sherlock.

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"Alright." Came the simple answer.

Sherlock walked into John's room and laid him down gently on the bed. He knew they had talked about.. kinky things and that they would discuss it after he ruled Hell again, but this didn't seem like the best time. He just wanted to be close to, and inside John now. They had the rest of eternity to to discover other things.

One movement of the fingers, and they were both nude. Sherlock laid carefully on top of John, worshiping him in every way, with his mouth and tongue and teeth finding every little nook and cranny of his skin- licking, biting, kissing, making it known that he was adored.

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John gasped and squirmed with each pass of those lips and teeth along his skin. It was a feeling he loved. Knowing Sherlock was worshiping him. That he adored him. He shuddered and arched when Sherlock found a sensitive area.

Oh god.

He wanted to stay like this forever, just the two of them. But they both had duties to attend to.

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A small smile curled up at the corners of Sherlock's mouth. Oh, so he was particularly sensitive where his inner thigh met his belly, hmm? He filed that away for later, and licked and sucked his way back up John's body until they were kissing again, this time harder and more desperate than before.

He would worship John's body all day, if it reminded the man of how much he was loved, but he knew that there was something more that they both wanted.. needed right now.

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John returned the kiss, one hand tangling in those glorious curls. He tugged and nipped at Sherlock's lips. It wasn't enough, but it was. And he wanted to feel the man move in him. He whined into the kiss before hooking one leg around Sherlock's waist. He pulled the man closer.

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Another smirk played across his face. Oh, they both knew what they wanted.

Sherlock created lubrication for his fingers... he's rather have just pushed right in, but he had no idea what that bastard usurper had done to John, so he knew he had to be gentle.

His mouth and lips moved over John's skin while his finger pressed gently inside. He couldn't feel anything odd, like permanent damage from Thanatos, which was good. He pushed in until his arse hit against his knuckle, then started to thrust, slow at first.

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John cried out when Sherlock pushed a finger into him. It was... It wasn't enough. He moved his free hand and clutched at his love's back. He dug his nails in, gasping.

Thanatos had been brutal, without mercy... But John was stronger. He had survived.

When Sherlock started to move his finger, he gasped and pushed to meet it.

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It was only a few moments before he pressed a second finger in... and then a third.. Every few thrusts he would either scissor his fingers out to stretch John more, or hook his finger up to rub against John's prostate. The pain of John's nails in his back only urged his on harder and faster, both working towards the ultimate goal of being joined again.

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"Sherlock oh god!" He choked after what felt like the umpteenth pass over his prostate. John felt like he was teetering, right on the edge. He sobbed and tossed his head side to side.

"Please... Push inside me." he begged.

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Sherlock was torn.. There was a bit of him that wanted to see John come like this, just playing with him and his prostate. He had never gotten him off before like that.. no hands, only inside of him..

But of course he wanted to be inside of his lover as well.

Perhaps there was a compromise...

It was something that Sherlock had never done.. he very carefully pressed a 4th finger inside of John, moving slow and making sure that it was really well slicked. 4 fingers was actually thicker than Sherlock was, so it would leave him nice and stretched for the fun to come afterwards.

He hooked his fingers up so that he would hit John's prostate every time.. He leaned into his lover and whispered in his ear "come, my love. I want to see you come undone..."

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John jerked and gasped when he felt that fourth finger push inside him. Oh god. It wasn't the largest thing he had inside him. But it meant so much more than anything else. He clutched at Sherlock's back, gasping and and...

He felt like his body was right on edge. Right there. He squirmed and whimpered. "Sherlock, please..." He just needed... Just a little bit more.

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Oh, but he was close now, he could see it in every little bit of John's body language. He thrust his fingers up, faster and harder now.. not too hard, he still had to be careful with his many fingers inside of him.
But he still didn't want to touch John's cock, see if he could come at least mostly untouched..

So instead he rubbed his other hand around John's bollocks, rubbing in slow circles and pinching just enough to feel it but not to hurt.

"Let me see you come, my love.. my Persephone.." he whispered in the man's ear.

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That did him in. He gave a cry as he reached his climax, body tensing. He held onto Sherlock, whimpering and moaning. When it was done, he slumped, still enjoying the feeling of those fingers inside him. Would Sherlock be able to get his fist in there?

His face flushed red at the though. Oh god. He didn't want to bring that up. Yet...

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As soon as John came down from his high, Sherlock removed his fingers, not wanting to overstimulate him.

Instead of pushing right in, which would almost definitely overstimulate him, Sherlock held him and kissed him, running his hand over his body until he had calmed down a bit. He knew that John didn't have the refractory period (or lack of) that he had, as a god, but he was patient, and he would wait until his lover was ready.

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John felt like he was floating. It was an odd sensation, but one that he found he liked. He made a soft noise and turned into the kisses. Loving the feeling of Sherlock's hands over his body.

"You can have me. I can handle it." John assured him.

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"Are you sure?" He asked again.. He stroked himself a few times, to make sure he was nice and hard, but he didn't press in yet.

"I don't want to do anything if you are oversensitive.. it might be more pain than pleasure, then. "' That was the last thing that he wanted for John, was to ever cause him any more pain.

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John huffed and eyed him. "Hades, if you do not fuck me within the next thirty seconds, I will make you watch as I get myself off by using one of those toys you hinted at three months ago."

He was serious. He would utilize his abilities as Ares' heir to hold Sherlock down.