In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to
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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.
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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Date: 2018-02-07 04:54 pm (UTC)Oh, by the gods, the feeling was like nothing he had ever known in all his eons of life. He rocked back in time with John, letting John get as deep as possible every time he pushed inside of him.
"More, John!" It hurt but he wanted more. He wanted every little thing that John could give him.
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Date: 2018-02-07 04:56 pm (UTC)He had these off flashes of a man with similar facial features as Sherlock. But he was decidedly not human. They were arguing, talking, having sex. Though the sex he saw in his flashes was... Filthy. And he loved it.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:02 pm (UTC)"Just... move.. fast...." He couldn't take it any more. He needed this release. His cock was slapping up against his belly with each thrust of John into him. His whole body was tinging with need.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-07 05:11 pm (UTC)It only took a couple of strokes until Sherlock fell over the edge into the abyss of pleasure.
"Joooohhnnn!" Sherlock growled the man's name as his cock twitched and then exploded, unusually hot ropes of come splattering over John's hand, his own stomach, and the floor under them.
Even as he was coming, he yelled at John "Keep.... going... nnnnnnnggg!" He wanted John to keep fucking him, to fill him, even after he was drained himself.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:13 pm (UTC)After a minute his thrusts started to become erratic, frantic. He was loosing his steady pacing. He was close to his own climax.
And soon enough he came inside Sherlock, pressing close to come deep in the man.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:23 pm (UTC)"Nnnnnn"' He groaned when John came inside of him. His own cock continued to leak while John spilled into him.
Oh, he had never felt anything like this before. he had been missing this for so many eons now, the pleasure of someone filling him, marking him.
He was spoiled now. He couldn't leave John. He needed his, needed him.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:33 pm (UTC)He lay on the floor, trying to catch his breath. He ran and went to the gym regularly. But that had been intense. And he looked at Sherlock, looked at his hard cock. He swallowed. "Give me a few minutes and you can fuck me."
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:42 pm (UTC)Of course, he was a doctor. He would do that.
Sherlock was still on his hands and knees, and John was laying on the floor next to him. He had actually forgotten for a moment that he was still achingly hard.
The fact that John was going to let him fuck him even after this made him twitch in arousal.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:48 pm (UTC)"I have a spare room, if your place is that much of a disaster..." He offered.
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Date: 2018-02-07 05:55 pm (UTC)If Sherlock had looked a bit befuddled before, he was even more so now. He was offering Sherlock a place to stay for the night. It wasn't with him, but he hadn't expected that anyways.
But should he take it? What would happen in the morning if he did?
"I... don't want to intrude..." He finally almost stammered out. He wanted to stay, but he knew that he shouldn't sound to anxious about it or agree too quickly.
By the gods, all these humans and their weird... emotions.. it was draining to him to try to act like them.
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Date: 2018-02-07 06:01 pm (UTC)Less than twelve hours into whatever this was and he was already infatuated. He was fucked. John shifted close and leaned up to kiss Sherlock, nipping at his bottom lip.
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Date: 2018-02-07 06:07 pm (UTC)With John on the floor and him still on his hands and knees, he shifted until he was above John, his cock still hard and slapping against his thigh. He could lean down and get to any part of John that he wanted now.
He never wanted to go back to work, or Hell, or anywhere. He wanted to stay with John, for all eternity.
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Date: 2018-02-07 06:16 pm (UTC)"I don't know why... But if I could keep you and never let you go. I would." he admitted to Sherlock, "I don't understand it though."
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Date: 2018-02-07 06:20 pm (UTC)"You don't have to." He said, leaning his body down, so John could feel him.. ALL if him, their bodies pressed together for the first time in a lifetime.
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Date: 2018-02-07 06:36 pm (UTC)"Stay here with me. Please." he begged softly.
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Date: 2018-02-07 06:42 pm (UTC)Sherlock gasped at the feeling.
"Yes." He said, simply. He wasn't sure if John meant for tonight, or if he meant forever, but he would have said yet to either one right now.
John had said that he could fuck him, and oh by the gods he wanted to fuck this man, to feel like he had so long ago.
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Date: 2018-02-07 08:09 pm (UTC)He didn't know what he meant. Whether it was forever or just the night or what. But something inside him told him to never let this man go.
John opened his eyes to look at Sherlock. There was gold rimming around the edge of blue.
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Date: 2018-02-07 10:10 pm (UTC)"John, roll over." He said simply. He knew what they both wanted, and Sherlock intended to give it to them.
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Date: 2018-02-08 12:51 am (UTC)"I need you in me Sherlock. Don't make me wait."
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:27 am (UTC)Of course before he wouldn't gave given a shit about opening a person up or stretching them, he would have been fucking them already.
But this wasn't just anyone, this was John.
He leaned over and grabbed the lube that John had left and slicked two fingers up. He thought at least maybe he could try two fingers at once? He had no idea what he was doing, he wold have to go by what he felt John doing.
He pressed the digits against his hole. It was tight, he wondered, had he ever had anyone here before? It didn't feel like it. He pressed in a bit, but didn't force himself, he didn't want this to end before it began.
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:42 am (UTC)"Sherlock... Slow..." He hadn't been with a man since medical school. He shuddered and gave a low moan, his eyes closing. Just... Yes. He wanted it.
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:47 am (UTC)Only for John.
Only ever for John.
So he backed down, used one finger this time. And when he pressed it in, there was a little resistance before it slipped past the muscles and inside.
Oh, but he was warm and tight, even around one finger. He repeated what Sherlock had done to him, slowly pistoning in and out, letting the muscle loosen around him.
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:13 pm (UTC)He took a deep breath, his body relaxing. The more relaxed he was, the easier it would be to slide in. Pound away.
He was eager, he wanted to feel all of this man. He shuddered, clawing at the ground. "More..."
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Date: 2018-02-08 03:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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