FIC: Kindred Souls (Chapter 4) - Snape/Filch - NC-17 Title: Kindred Souls Author: D. J. Orlovský Translation (from Czech): pimpinellae Pairing: Snape/Filch Rating: NC-17 Warnings: use of drugs Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. Notes: Many thanks to rastaban43 for making my translation much better. Summary: How do you think a former Death Eater and a Squib spend their free evenings at Hogwarts? (A story in seven chapters for the seven books + prologue.)
Filch squeezed through the half-open door and sat down on the mattress beside the Potions master who lazily watched puffs of smoke drift up to the stone ceiling.
"Professor Sprout arrived a moment ago and muddied the whole Entrance Hall. I don't understand why not even the staff can have a bit of respect for –"
"And the headmaster?" Snape said interrupting Filch’s vituperation.
"As far as I know, he isn't back from his holidays yet. But no one tells me anything here," complained Filch.
Snape took a drag from his cigarette, knocked off the ashes and offered it to Filch, who accepted it without hesitation.
"You aren't going to tell me what's happening, are you?" Filch asked in his most sycophantic tone, returning Snape the cigarette.
"What makes you think anything is happening, Filch?" answered Snape with a question – his tone was bored as if it were of no consequence.
"I may be a Squib, but I'm not an idiot!" Filch exploded angrily but under Snape's black glare he subsided immediately and more quietly and humbly murmured, "Well, one hears things."
"Eavesdropping isn't exactly a virtue," sneered Snape, who paused long enough to blow out smoke and again turned his attention to its drift up to the ceiling.
"But otherwise you are right - something is happening," agreed Snape at last, but it didn't look like he intended to tell Filch anything specific.
Filch had a sneaking feeling Snape wasn't referring to the school, for he wore this strange, pensive expression.
"I've asked the headmaster again to throw out Peeves," said Filch when the silence seemed to stretch too long. "And again he refused! That's the –"
"Filch." Snape stubbed out his joint. "Shut up and divest yourself."
Filch indeed fell silent. He got to his feet, took off his waistcoat and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Snape raised a questioning eyebrow and Filch stopped, unsure.
"I ... well, I thought that ... that we could try something new," explained Filch sheepishly.
"Are we married?" asked Snape in disgust.
"No, no ... I didn't mean it that way! I just ... I just thought ...thought ..." Filch stuttered.
"You would do best if you didn't think," muttered Snape.
Filch let his hands fall to his sides, feeling ridiculous. What the hell had he thought, gathering his courage to do this for months? And only because Snape had fucked him once. Fucked him downright exquisitely. But only once. And as a punishment. How on earth did Filch come to the conclusion that it meant something more? How could he have been so naïve? As if he didn't know Snape for years.
"Well, do continue, Filch." Snape's voice brought him from his gloomy thoughts. "Or did you lose your courage?"
Filch was taken aback by the Potions master's unexpectedly favourable attitude. But not for long. He couldn't let this chance pass. He knelt beside Snape on the mattress, but he felt as if his courage had simply left him. He nervously wiped his hands on his thighs and under the scrutiny of those Black eyes he was incapable of doing anything.
Snape sneered disdainfully, and perhaps that was what made Filch act. He buried his fingers in the black hair at the back of Snape's head, pulled Snape closer to him and kissed him.
Snape pulled away, his expression unreadable. They looked each other in the eyes so long that Filch finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke the connection.
When Snape got to his feet, Filch dared to look up. He was afraid of Snape's reaction to his daring.
Snape unbuttoned his trousers without a word and let them slide down his skinny legs to pool around his ankles. Then he hooked his fingers on the waist of his grey pants and pulled them down.
Filch swallowed.
"Well, get on with it, Filch. You wanted to try something new, didn't you?" prompted Snape.
Filch nervously licked his lips. "I ... I've never ... never …" he stuttered.
Snape cut him off. "There's a first time for everything, so don't stall, Filch."
Filch took Snape's cock carefully in his hand and pulled the foreskin back. He glanced up haltingly and wished the Potions master wouldn't stare at him. He opted for lowering his eyes again and hesitantly swiped the tip of his tongue over the exposed head. He had once heard that it tasted salty, but it didn't seem especially distinctive to him. He slowly took the limp organ into his mouth. He felt foolish. He didn't know properly what to do, where his hands should go, and Snape offered him no hints. Filch tried to use his tongue. He felt excruciatingly clumsy and that frustrated him. But these feelings lasted only until his efforts brought their first fruits. Snape drew a sharp breath and Filch could feel him grow hard in his mouth. Heartened by this success Filch intensified his efforts. When he tried pressing the flat of his tongue to the underside of Snape's cock he elicited from the Potions master a first groan. He backed off a bit to swallow the saliva that gathered in his mouth and used this pause in sucking to slip the tip of his tongue into the slit.
"Filch!" Snape croaked and gripped his shoulder almost painfully.
So Filch immediately stopped and returned to diligent licking, which was met by a much more favourable reaction, as Snape moaned softly. Filch was starting to enjoy it and, more importantly, was growing hard. He began to rub himself through his trousers and wondered what Snape would say to a bit of a hand job. He reached between Snape's legs and gently squeezed his balls. He was pleased to see Snape move his legs more apart, seemingly against his will, in search of a more stable position and longing for more intense stimulation.
Filch let Snape's now fully erect cock slide out of his mouth almost completely so he could tease lightly the soft and sensitive skin of the head. When he chanced a look up, the Potions master's eyes were closed, his head thrown back slightly and his mouth was half-open. Filch felt like a sex god, which lasted precisely to the moment when Snape buried his fingers in his hair and thrust deep into his mouth. Filch gagged. For one horrible moment he feared he would vomit. Fortunately, he managed to extricate himself from Snape's grip and pull away. He fell heavily on his backside, gasping for air. Snape's black eyes seemingly pierced Filch and he was afraid of what would follow.
Snape, without tearing his gaze from Filch for one second, closed his hand around his erection and with a few skilful strokes brought himself to completion. In other circumstances it would have been Filch's wildest dreams come true. Instead Filch only averted his face when it was hit by a spray of hot semen.
"For experimenting, Filch, find someone else," hissed Snape when he pulled on his trousers. Filch dared to look up only when he heard the Potions master stride away down the hallway. Experiments were out of the question then, thought Filch grimly.