Title: Taking Their Comfort
Author: florahart
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Luna, Flitwick, Filch, Mrs Norris
Rating: NC17
Warnings: There's a cat. Luna's not 18.
Themes/kinks chosen: Public sex if you reckon multiple pairs in a room is public. Chan if you reckon chan = under 18 (and with a teacher). Bestiality, a bit. Also, there's voyeurism and taking of direction.
Word Count: ~1075
Summary: The battle's over, and Argus tries to go on rounds of what's left of the castle.
Author's notes:
A/N: So I thought today was the 6th much of the day. I'd intended to write love, but it's getting late, so instead you get something else entirely. Though of course, Argus does love his cat.

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Taking Their Comfort

It was predictable, in the wake of all the destruction. People took their comfort.

Didn't mean he had to like it.

Argus shuffled along the third-floor corridor, lantern swinging, making an irregular path in the grit on the floor.

There was grit everywhere, in the corridors and rooms and on every riser of every staircase. Exploding rocks and shattering walls had left everything in disarray. It was going to be a bitch to clean up in the morning, bur for tonight, he had other plans. The knocking was growing louder as he walked, and he held the lantern up higher. "This way, my love?" His voice was gravelly as ever, and hoarse after a night huddled defenseless in the kitchens.

Mrs Norris didn't seem to mind his helplessness or his cowardice as she slunk ahead of him, utterly soundless but for the swish as her matted hair swept another smooth stripe on the stone. Argus followed, slouching his shoulders slightly even as he lifted his toes carefully, tiptoeing now, knees high. He could hear groaning now. He shuttered the lantern halfway to make himself less apparent, should the two in the classroom look up, and carefully peered around the edge of the opening.

He felt his eyes opening wide and barely stifled a gasp, though now that he saw the situation, he doubted it was going to matter.

To his left, in front of the partially split desk that was rocking and hitting the wall with every movement, a man Argus had never seen act improperly before was standing, pressed trousers quite untidily wrinkled around his knees as he pushed his hips forward over and over. His wire-rimmed glasses had slid all the way down to the very tip of his long nose, and his hair was a wild riot dirty, gritty, sweaty curls.

He didn't seem to care.

Argus tore his eyes away from the sight of Percy Weasley's cock, vanishing and reappearing in and out of the obviously willing arsehole of his old friend Oliver Wood.

Argus frowned. He hadn't been aware Wood was in the castle--the elves had excitedly told him of Head Boy Weasley's return--but more surprising, he'd never realized… perhaps it was a more recent turn of events.

Mrs Norris stood at his feet, then stepped forward a slow silent step at a time, eyes trained on Percy's dangling testicles, and Argus grimaced, crouching swiftly to pick her up, then hurriedly standing, back to the opposite side of the door. The thump-thump-thump of the desk hitting the wall echoed into his shoulder blades, and he could hear the gradual grinding splinter as it cracked further with each blow, and he leaned to look back into the room.

Mrs Norris squirmed in his arms and jumped to the floor, and Argus was too startled to stop her, because when he meant to look back in at the two men--out of line, entirely, yes, but there was no one in position to report to, and if he was going to run them in for indecency, he was certainly going to take his fill of watching, first--he quickly realized they were hardly the only couple in the room.

His opinion of Percy Weasley underwent another quick shift, and he bit back a groan as his cock, already quite alert in his ancient denim trousers, jolted. To more people were on the other side of the door, and one of them could see him, he was sure. He was sure because she was sitting, legs wide, on one of the student desks, and she was watching Weasley and Wood fuck. Her pose was almost casual, leaning back on her hands, blue eyes wide and dreamy as she followed their movement. She looked casual, but her belly was tense, muscles flexing and fluttering as the man standing before her, one hand on her pale thigh, the other furiously pumping his cock, slowly licked her from cunt to clit, over and over, nose and tongue stroking her as she trembled.

She looked up at Argus and smiled, no different than a hundred other times he'd found her wandering over the years, barefoot or distracted or sometimes as dreamy as she was now, and he wondered whether she'd often been seated like this moments before they met with Filius's clearly-expert tongue inside her. His cock throbbed again and before he thought about it, he unbuckled his belt, shoving his hand down into the loose waistband and wrapping his fingers around it.

"It's a good night for fucking, isn't it, Mr Filch?" she sang out, her tone friendly and warm. "Good for feeling alive."

Filius startled and whirled, and the thumps of the desk behind him faltered for a moment but then, when he slowly agreed "yes," everyone resumed. He jerked off harder as she turned her attention back to the men.

"You can come in, you know," she added.

The notion of watching all this at once was overwhelming, and Argus couldn't resist. He didn't stop moving his fist as he staggered into the room and crashed down on a chair, hurriedly undoing his flies and releasing his cock. Mrs Norris trotted into the room after him and jumped up on his lap as soon as he did so, and he thought for a moment about shooing her away, be he was watching a student watch two men fuck while a teacher nuzzled her wet slit, so he supposed nothing he was going to add was likely to create a crisis.

Mrs Norris turned her head upside down, ears flattened, and lapped at his balls as he squeezed his head.

"My, it smells like men in here," the girl observed. "It's lovely. Percy, I think you should come now."

Argus was astonished when Weasley's hips jerked and pressed, but it was quickly clear that he was, indeed, coming. He pulled out a moment later and Wood remained bent over the desk, arse in the air, semen dripping down his thighs. Weasley turned to look at Argus, cringing. "I'm afraid you've caught me at something of a bad mo--"

Argus interrupted, pointing with his free hand. "Suck him."

"I beg your--"

"Suck his dick. You like men, can't be a hardship."

Weasley hesitated, then licked his lips, and Argus smiled.

He'd been wrong.

It wasn't very predictable, and he concluded, as Mrs Norris turned her attention to his shaft and Weasley knelt to let Wood fuck his mouth, he did have to like it.