In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

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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[ihadabadday]

John gasped. That feeling. It filled him. He shuddered and rocked to meet the slow thrusts. It was perfect. It cemented them together again and it was everything that he wanted. He shivered and closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel it. He could drown in these feelings.

[seaweed_writes]

It took all of Sherlock's willpower to not start thrusting hard and fast, though he wanted to.. He wanted this to be something that John remembered.. the first time the came together as Hades and Persephone again, the King and Queen of Hell.

He kept his thrusts steady, slowly building up a bit of speed, but nothing like he had in the past. His hand stroked John in time with his thrusts, slowly but surely trying to build to the ultimate ending.

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John was drowning in the sensations. The feeling of Sherlock moving in and out, those hands on his body. Stroking and holding. It was such a change from their first time together, all those years ago. When he was chained and taken so against his will. But it had started something between them...

Now he didn't want a life without Sherlock. He couldn't imagine a life without him.

He moaned and squirmed. He felt like... Like he was close.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock could feel the pleasure rising in John... they had been together enough times for him to be able to feel when his lover was close. He did, finally, speed up a bit and start to rock harder into John. His hand sped up as well, matching his pace.

"Come, my Persephone.." he whispered into his lover's ear.. Sherlock loved telling John to finish, like it was a command, but a gentle one. He would never get tired of seeing and hearing and smelling and touching John as he finished.

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Those words... Those three words. John cried out, tensing and arching as he came. His seed spilled onto his chest. He slumped, coming down from the high. Oh god. He looked at Sherlock and stroked his cheek slowly.

"Please finish in me..."

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock had slowed a bit as John was climaxing... enjoying the feel of his muscles tightening and clenching around him.. He would honestly be happy just letting John come over and over again, even if it mean a lack of pleasure for him.

But of course he loved the feeling of being bollocks deep in John and finishing inside.

Sherlock struck up a fast and hard rhythm... he was so worked up over making John come twice in such a short time the he only needed a few moment before he was closing his eyes and pushing as hard as he could and coming deep inside of his lover with a long groan of pleasure.

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John lay under Sherlock, taking deep breaths. In times like these it was easy to forget that he didn't need to breath. But there was something relaxing about it. He opened his eyes, when had they closed, and smiled at Sherlock.

"Better?" he asked softly.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock smiled, watching John breathe, feel that chest rise and lower under him. He loved that post orgasmic high, though it never seemed to last long enough.

He had to chuckle." Yeah, I do. I'm sure you do after I got you off twice." He idly swirled his finger in the salty mess on John's chest. He was reluctant to pull out of his love,r though he knew he would have to sooner than later..

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John made a noise at the touch. He smiled and looked lazily at Sherlock. "We're home." He said.

It was the first time he had called He'll home within Sherlock's presence. He flushed softly. Hoping the man didn't mind too much.

"Will you try to set up an Overworld base again? So we can talk while I'm away?"

[seaweed_writes]

Home... he thought. Yes, with John here, it certainly was home. He smiled broadly at that.

He nodded his head. "I will have to talk with Greg again. I cannot do it by myself, and you will not be able to be there on a constant basis, so I will need Greg, or someone else to help, and we will need a small staff. But I would like to do that as soon as I can. " He thought for a moment. "We have about 2 months before you have to leave again, correct?"

[ihadabadday]

"Two and a half months about." He answered with a slow shrug. John leaned up and nuzzled his neck. Mmm. He loved how Sherlock smelled right now.

"I hated being parted from you for so long." He admited.