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 groaned as that finger invaded. Too small. Not enough. He wanted more. He ached for more.

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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Sherlock added the second finger that he had already slicked up. It slid in a bit easier than the first. After a couple of pushes in and out, he mimicked what John has done, spreading his fingers a bit to stretch him a bit more. He may have never done this before, but he was a very quick learner.

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John jerked and squirmed. It was... He couldn't stay still. No. Not with Sherlock like that. Not with him tormenting and teasing. And those fingers just weren't big enough. He sobbed and pushed his hips back.

"Sherlock please..."

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Two fingers, even spread like that, were not even close to as big as he was. He could have tried to add a third, but it sounded like John wanted to try to take him.

If that was what he wanted....

He pulled his fingers back and slathered on a good amount of lube in his hand. he stroked himself a few times, spreading the lube around and getting him nice and achingly hard, dripping for what was going to come next.

He put on hand on John's hip, the other on held himself. He pressed his head against John's entrance, testing, teasing, not pushing in quite yet, in case it was still too much.

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John whimpered when he felt Sherlock's fingers pull out. He shook his head not wanting them gone. But he soon felt the head of that cock press against his entrance. He took a breath to relax.

He wanted it.

Wanted Sherlock.

"Please. Take it slow, but fuck me."

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Those two concepts were quite opposite for Sherlock, but he would try, for John.

His willpower was tested as he started to press his cock inside. It gave a lot of resistance at first, but the more than John relaxed, the more it pushed in. The head popped in, then the rest started to slide in much easier- the copious amount of lube were definately a help.

Centimeter by agonizing centimeter Sherlock pushed into John, groaning at the tightness, the warmth around him. Oh, by the gods, he wanted to fuck this man into next week. But he resisted.

It seemed like forever before he finally bottomed out inside of John, feeling his bollocks hit the man's arse. "Yesss." He hissed.

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John swallowed and took deep breaths, forcing himself to remain relaxed, to breath. He swallowed and pressed his face against the cool floor. A contrast to the slight burning in his arse from not enough preparation. And Sherlock was not a small man at all.

He nearly sobbed when he felt those bollocks hit against his arse. "Sherlock..." He already sounded punch drunk.

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Sherlock stilled for a moment when he was fully ensheathed in John. His other hand that had been on himself went to John's hip, so he was grabbing him on both sides now holding him tight.

"John... can I move?" It was torture, taking it this slow, and John had no idea how much this was killing him to try to be human, to do this like John did.

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John was taking deep shuddering breaths, trying to control himself, get used to the large intrusion inside of him. "In a moment... Oh god." He shuddered, feeling... Feeling. He wasn't sure.

God. Fuck. God. John dragged his nails against the floor and carpet. He took a deep breath and then nodded. "Move, please."

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When John said to wait a moment, Sherlock bit his lip to stop the growl that had come to his lips. But thankfully, he hadn't needed long to adjust.

Finally.. FINALLY he was able to move inside of John once again, after so many decades. He wasn't quite HIS John.. not yet.. but soon, very soon, he hoped. He just had to figure out how to get John to remember.

This was a good start, he hoped.

Surprisingly, even to himself, he was slow at first, pulling until only his glans remained, then he pushed in. He repeated this, going a but harder, a bit faster each time, trying to work John up to a good buggering.

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John cried out against the floor. He shuddered and pushed his hips back. Dear god. God. It felt good. So very good. He gasped, everything so... He... Fuck. The blonde felt something... It was right here, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

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"John..." Sherlock moaned. His hand gripped John tighter, leaving bruises on his hips that were going to linger for days, he knew.

Sherlock leaned down, grasping John and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The man was hot and heavy between his own legs, dripping down onto the floor under him. He used John's own pre and the lube that was already on his fingers to stroke John with no friction.

He fought hard not to go hard and heavy inside of John.. he could already feel his bollocks tightened against his body.. He was close, so very close now. He needed to spill inside of John, to mark the man, to make then whole once again.

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The pain on his hips radiated through him and he wanted more of it. He groaned and clutched at the floor. He cried out, shaking his head. God. This was... It was fantastic.

Another cried came from him when that hand wrapped around his cock. Fuck. Fuck. The blonde shook his head, moaning. "Sherlock!"

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Sherlock leaned his head down, biting John's neck while he pounded into the man.

"Ahhhhh.. Johhhhnnnnn..." He cried out as he thrust hard, spilling himself deep inside of the doctor. His hand still stroked the man, trying to bring him to his own release as as Sherlock's intense high started to fade.

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John bit his lip to muffle the scream as he felt Sherlock fill him. No doubt his landlady would be gossiping tomorrow. Her good doctor brought a handsome man home.

It didn't take much until he came under the other man's skilled hand.

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Sherlock continued to rock inside of John until he felt the man tighten around him, felt his cock pulse, and felt the warmth dribble down his hand.

When John was done, He pulled his hand away, pulled out of John, and sat, panting like a human with his back against the bottom of the couch.

"John.... "He said, breathless. He really wasn't sure what else to say right now.

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John slumped onto the floor, making a small noise. He raised his head and looked at Sherlock.

"I meant it. Stay here with me." He moved, groaning as he felt Sherlock's release running down his thighs.

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He had to admit, it was rather nice, watching a part of himself dribble down John's arse. It made for a lovely mental picture that he was going to file away for later.

"Stay. Stay the night, or move in? We don't even know each other yet." Of course that was a lie when it came to Sherlock. He had seen John, known him from when he was only a few hours old. But he didn't need to know that.

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John stroked his cheek gently before leaning in and kissing him. This man. This marvelous man. He shrugged after a bit. "So? People have done more with less."

He moved and boldly sat in Sherlock's lap.

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It really hadn't been an answer to the question that he had asked, though he would have said yes to either one.

"I could be a serial killer, or a rapist, or a god." Sherlock said, playfully arching upwards with John in his lap. He had just had two rounds in pretty quick succession, and while he knew that he could go for as long as he wanted, he knew that John had to be drained, literally and figuratively, and would need time to recover.

"It is no small feat, inviting a person you have known for less than 24 hours to live with you."

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John scoffed. "Well if you're going to turn down all the fantastic sex you want..." He got up and stepped back.

He was feeling playful tonight.

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Sherlock raised an eyebrow. He was the one who had been playing hard to get. now John was trying to turn that back on him.

"There is really no shortage of places to get sex when I want it." He replied. It was true, anonymous sex was easy, and if he accidentally, or not so accidentally killed his partner, what was one less drugged out twink found dead on the streets? He could make it look like an accident. He had plenty of times in the past.

Before HIS John.

"But... if you insist." He said, sounding rather put out about it, a playful, evil smirk crossing his lips.

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John laughed and held out his hands to Sherlock. "True. But you liked being inside me. Probably better than anyone else you've had before."

He smiled. John wasn't sure why he was doing this. Just that he was and it was the right thing to do.

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"Well, that is rather presumptuous of you." Sherlock scoffed. "You have no idea how many sexual partners that I have had. And I can tell you that I have been inside almost all of them," This was true. He never received, he either fucked them to within an inch of their lives (or sometimes beyond) or he made them suck him off. (And sometimes that ended up bad for them as well).

Of course he would never admit that obviously except for HIS John, he was better than anyone else he had ever been inside. He didn't need to know that.

Sherlock hardly had any worldly belongings. Why would he need stupid mortal comforts? If did indeed move in with this man, he would need to buy.. whatever it was that humans had, to keep his cover.

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John shrugged a bit at that answer. "Why don't you just start by staying the night then?" He offered.

After a moment he got up. "Or you can go home." He said. John wasn't sure anymore about his burgeoning feelings for this man. He seemed doubtful. John knew wasn't he doubtful, that he felt something for Sherlock. But if the man was just using him for a quick shag...