FIC: Kindred Souls (Chapter 5) - 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.)
"Close the door after yourself, Filch," ordered Snape without greeting as soon as Filch arrived to their spot as he did every Friday.
Filch had to push at the door with all his might to close it at least partially.
"Someone really should do something about that door," Filch remarked, sitting down beside the Potions master.
"Perhaps after she examines every person in this school she will turn her attention to examining the state of the doors, furniture and bathrooms," hissed Snape and stubbed out his joint next to the stub he had already smoked this evening.
"You mean Professor Umbridge?" asked Filch amazed.
"Yes, I mean the hideous toad," spat Snape and proceeded to make his third joint.
Filch clamped his mouth shut but assumed a disapproving face which Snape, immersed as he was in his outrage, didn't notice.
"Inquisition - tss," fumed Snape under his breath but his fingers rolling up the joint were sure and didn't shake one bit.
"Well, but Trelawney is incompetent – you've said that yourself," challenged Filch.
"Trelawney – yes. But the hag has the audacity to hold an inspection in my class! No one has to watch my steps! Not mine!"
Filch came to her defence, "Professor Umbridge is trying to –"
"I'm very well aware of what she's trying to do!" Snape cut him off sharply.
"But you've always said that someone should put a stop to Dumbledore's whims –"
"Filch, shut up," snarled Snape. "And kindly refrain from mentioning her ever again."
"As you wish, professor," Filch said but his voice lacked the usual servility.
Snape stubbed out his half-smoked joint and turned his eyes to Filch. Filch merely raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Do you need me to draw you a diagram for it, or what?" hissed Snape.
"A diagram?" Filch asked, confused.
Snape rolled his eyes.
"Sex, fucking, shagging – do you need me to spell it out?"
"Oh. You could've said that straight away."
Snape gave a suffering sigh while Filch began unbuttoning his trousers.
Snape couldn't stop himself from taunting, "Tut, tut, there will be no experiments today?"
"Would you like any?" Filch asked and couldn't quite suppress the hopeful note in his voice.
"What I would like is for you to stop blathering," snapped Snape and unbuttoned his trousers.
Filch said nothing, since he was apparently supposed to keep silent, waited for the Potions master to get on his hands and knees and then promptly entered him.
"Damn," hissed Snape. "A bit more gently!"
That surprised Filch a little as the Potions master usually liked it hard, but he complied. He slowed down, taking the liberty of lightly caressing the thin hips, and then he slid his hand to Snape's crotch to stroke Snape's erection. Only now did Snape relax and little by little gave in to pleasure. It occurred to Filch that today Snape needed it more than ever – to get a proper shagging. Ever since he had to give Potter remedial Potions he was unusually strained, overworked even.
Snape moaned blissfully and Filch picked up his pace.
"That's it," Snape breathed.
Filch bundled up Snape's shirt and caressed his body with one hand while stroking his cock with the other.
"More," croaked Snape.
Filch smiled. This was his Potions master. He could feel Snape clenching around him, could feel his orgasm swelling in him like a hot flood.
Snape moaned, arching his back. Filch felt hot semen spill over his palm. He clutched the lightly pulsing organ and with few short thrusts came to his own completion.
*****
Filch sat on the mattress and with a content smile rubbed Mrs Norris who was curled in his lap, purring.
"I believe I've told you very clearly that you aren't to bring the cat in here!" the Potions master's irritated voice sounded like a file screeching on metal.
"Professor Umbridge happens to think that Mrs Norris is beautiful and intelligent," returned Filch in a tone Snape had never heard from him.
"I'm not the least interested in what that old hag thinks," spat Snape. "Immediately throw the animal out or you can both go."
"I happen to know that beginning tomorrow the old hag is going to be your superior."
"Of course," sneered Snape. "No doubt it was your cat who told you that."
"I, too, have connections," said Filch complacently, "in high places."
Filch was drinking in a feeling of importance and newly gained confidence. Professor Umbridge had stressed several times how important he was to the school and that she counted on him, that she personally counted on him.
Snape angrily pressed his lips into a thin line.
"There will be changes, big changes," Filch continued in a smug tone that didn't suit him.
"Changes?" said Snape in a quiet, dangerous voice.
"How would you like a bit of experimenting, professor?" Filch looked at him and smiled.
"Are you done with the babbling?" asked Snape sharply. "I've come here to fuck, not to listen to your ridiculous illusions about what is or isn't to come."
"They're no illusions," Filch protested.
Snape sneered.
"That's the only thing I'm good for, right? To come here every Friday, pull down my trousers and fuck your brains out!" Filch exploded.
"Exactly, shall we proceed with our usual programme?" asked Snape in a bored voice. Filch‘s scene apparently didn't impress him. "Since you have so conveniently mentioned it?"
"You don't respect me at all," accused Filch.
"You're starting to sound like a housewife," sneered Snape. "Soon you'll want me to bring you flowers."
Filch got to his feet, Mrs Norris in his arms. "There are people who do appreciate us, who respect us," he said affronted.
"Oh yes, Umbridge, is it? Have you already made it into her bed that she appreciates you so much?" hissed Snape angrily.
Filch opened his mouth, then closed it and with offended expression headed for the door. From his arms, Mrs Norris bravely hissed at Snape.
*****
Filch leaned tiredly against a wall. He was singed and sweaty and in his hands he clutched the burned remnants of a broomstick. He didn't immediately register Snape standing in the hallway.
"Do you want anything?" Filch asked the Potions master hoarsely.
"Two of those fireworks got into the dungeons. You ought to inform your Headmistress about it, so she can go stop them. I've valuable potions there and would hate to lose them," said Snape coldly, then turned on his heel feeling gleeful pleasure when he thought of Filch and Umbridge tackling the overgrown sparklers. Of course, he could have gotten rid of them himself without going to Filch and thus keep his potions and ingredients safe. The pleasure, however, of knowing that Filch and the toad would have more problems was worth a few broken vials. Filch only deserved that for the way he dared to behave!
*****
To Filch's relief and joy the door opened a sliver after a long wait and in the crack he could see Snape's face.
"I – may I come in?" he asked sheepishly and held up the bottle in his hand.
Snape seemed to be toying with the idea of sending Filch away. The tension was thick and Filch looked like sheer misery. In the end Snape stepped away from the door and allowed Filch to enter his quarters.
Filch couldn't refrain from sweeping Snape, clad only in a long grey nightshirt, with a hungry gaze. They hadn't met for several weeks, after all.
"I'll find glasses," said Snape when the silence was growing uncomfortable.
Filch smiled gratefully.
Snape found the glasses. Filch opened his bottle of elf-made wine and poured it. They drank without toasting and the silence was again growing uncomfortable.
Filch was on the brink of apologising to Snape and asking his forgiveness when Snape took the glass from him, placed it on a table together with his and then pulled Filch into a wild and passionate kiss.
"You godforsaken bastard," whispered Snape and once more kissed him harshly and Filch understood that he wasn't interested in his apologies.
When Filch overcame the first surprise he proceeded awkwardly to return the kisses. It seemed to him that he had never got this aroused so quickly in his life. He could feel Snape's body pressing into his, noticed the hard cock hidden under the thin cloth of Snape's nightshirt and relished the hands that clumsily and eagerly tried to take off his clothes.
Snape went on pushing Filch into the bedroom, taking off his waistcoat first and then his shirt on the way. When they stepped over the threshold, Filch was already naked to his waist and Snape was trying to unbutton his trousers.
Filch noticed that the bed wasn't made. He had probably interrupted Snape, and from what he imagined, his erection throbbed.
Snape soon lost patience with the trousers and turned for his wand.
Naked, Filch felt embarrassed and sheepish in front of Snape; good thing the bedroom was only dimly lit, he thought. To cover his blush he haltingly grabbed the cloth of Snape's nightshirt and slowly pulled it up. Snape moaned quietly as the cloth rubbed against his cock.
Filch slid the nightshirt over Snape's head and for the first time could have a full look at the Potions master in his naked beauty. Well, beauty – Snape was skinny and sinewy and horribly thin. His pale skin was covered in scars but Filch liked what he saw. It didn't make him feel inferior next to his Potions master.
He laid his hand on Snape's chest and caressed one of the scars. By chance he brushed over a dark, pebbled nipple. Snape hissed and pushed Filch's hand away.
"So ..." Filch licked his lips unsure what to do next.
It seemed that Snape too was thrown aback by the unexpected turn of events. Perhaps even regretted giving into his lust, letting Filch into his bedroom.
"How would you like it?" asked Filch humbly. After all, he came here to beg his Potions master's forgiveness.
"Whatever you can offer, Filch," sneered Snape. He sat on the bed, moving back to the headboard and slightly spread his legs. It was probably meant to be an obscene, provocative pose but it seemed that at the last moment Snape had changed his mind.
I occurred to Filch that perhaps Snape was a bit embarrassed too, but if they didn't want to stare at each other the whole night, one of them would have to make the first move. And Filch knew it wouldn't be him. Not after he had angered Snape by his fleeting loyalty to Umbridge.
"Well, perhaps we could try out your tongue‘s abilities," sneered Snape and at last found courage to spread his thighs wide. His black eyes warned Filch not to comment on it. That didn't even enter Filch's mind though, because the view that awaited him – he'd dreamed of that every night.
He knelt on the bed between Snape's legs. When he took him in his mouth Snape gave a content sigh. Filch glanced up. Today Snape wasn't watching him; leaning on his elbows, head thrown back, he was savouring Filch's attention. Which meant Filch was more or less free to do anything he wanted and he intended to leave his best impression. He licked and sucked Snape's cock as if his life depended on it.
Soon Filch found himself out of breath. He simply didn't have enough practice to pull this off successfully. So he let Snape's cock slide out of his mouth to take a short rest. He didn't want to cease with his ministrations though and on a sudden impulse turned to lick at Snape's balls. He'd never thought it could be met with such appreciation but Snape's moaning and panting was eloquent enough. After a while Filch even took the liberty to push up Snape's legs and tease his hole with his tongue. He slid his tongue a short way inside and was delighted to feel Snape writhe in pleasure. He plunged in as deep as he could, fucking Snape with his tongue while his hand was busy on his own cock.
Filch was beginning to think that Snape could come from this alone, but he didn't intend to let that happen. He straightened up and pushed his cock into Snape's saliva-slicked hole.
The bed shook slightly and creaked softly under Filch's wild thrusts. Snape was quite vocal; Filch had never heard him enjoy their coupling this loudly. Lucky the dungeon walls were so thick.
Panting, Filch rode the tight arse for which he had longed all those long weeks when Snape refused to talk to him. He dug his fingers into Snape's pale thighs and felt like the most wonderful stallion under the sun.
Snape came quickly and wildly and Filch followed him almost immediately.
As soon as Filch caught his breath he took his softening cock out from Snape's hole and laid down beside a heavily breathing Snape.
"You're a randy bastard, Filch, you know," whispered Snape with a satisfied smirk.
Filch smiled lightly. He knew he had been forgiven.