Entry tags:

bill/snape, nc-17, slash

FIC: As the Gentle Rain (excerpt missing from original post)
I just discovered that when I posted my story, As the Gentle Rain, I somehow left out a crucial section. This is my one and only Bill/Snape story (D/s, BDSM), so if you're going to read it, heed the warnings. I've added this to the story where it should've been to begin with. (headdesk)

I'm posting the excerpt here for readers who've already read the story. It takes place just after Bill finishes up at Hogwarts, and encompasses that very first time that he and Snape 'get together' that summer. Rating for this excerpt is NC-17.



Summer 1989

Snape spent the summer at Hogwarts as he usually did; Albus was there part of the time, along with Hagrid and Filch. Being a creature of habit, Snape kept a rhythm to his days, rising and retiring at the same time, setting for himself a schedule of reading, brewing and walking about on the grounds, as well as evenings spent with Albus in his rooms. They dined together there on occasion, played some games of skill, and had long rambling talks about everything under the sun. Besides Lily Evans and his mother, Albus was the only other person for whom Snape had formed an attachment. Well, there was one other, but that was private and undecided at the moment…

"I see you received an owl this morning," Dumbledore commented as he sorted his cards.

"Hmm, yes, I did," Snape replied, slightly thrilled that he'd been dealt an amazing hand.

"Am I mistaken, but wasn't that the elder Weasley boy's owl—Bill's?"

Perhaps not so private after all.

Snape studied his cards for a moment, then laid them face down on the table. "Yes, it was his." He narrowed his eyes, waiting to see where this would go. He refused to satisfy the old man's prurient inquisitiveness.

Dumbledore smiled, as he laid out his first card. "None of my affair, but might I say that you're well-suited? It was obvious the two of you were taken with each other." He nodded toward the table. "Your turn."

"It was obvious?" Snape murmured as he laid a card atop Dumbledore's, hesitated for a moment, then slid both to his side of the table. Frowning at his hand, he selected a another, then laid it precisely in the space between them. "Obvious how?"

"Ah, only obvious to myself. I notice these things, especially where my staff are concerned."

Snape stiffened. "I was entirely appropriate."

"I've no doubt about it, but I suggest that now you must adjust your behavior."

Almost leering, Snape replied, "You're assuming a great deal."

Shaking his head, Dumbledore looked up from his cards. "No, I rarely assume anything that's not as clear as the nose on my face." He smiled. "Let your hair down a bit, Severus. It's long overdue."

Grumbling, Snape added two more cards to his stack. "None of your affair, eh?"

Dumbledore snorted softly, then reached out to pat Snape's hand. "Certainly not."

***

They met outside Gringotts on August the eleventh. Bill was punctual, coming out of the doors at precisely noon. There was some awkwardness at the beginning, heightened by the change in Bill's appearance—wearing a set of Gringotts' standard wizarding robes, he seemed taller and older, was neatly groomed and sported a tiny fang earring. Even his voice seemed deeper, and more self-assured. He appeared genuinely pleased to see Snape, and Snape bit back the smile when he saw the man blush, and restrain himself to a hearty handshake.

They walked along the Alley, stopping in a shop or two where Snape still had purchases to make; this accomplished, they headed through the Leaky Cauldron, where they removed their wizarding robes, then ventured into Muggle London for lunch.

By this time, they were entirely comfortable with each other, something Snape'd worried about ever since he'd responded to Bill's owl. They exchanged news of what they'd been up to, then found themselves in a queue at the restaurant that Bill'd chosen for them.

Snape couldn't keep his eyes off of Bill, and didn't care when he was suddenly caught at it—he enjoyed the slight blush in the man's face when he realized Snape was watching him, although he didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed. Leaning forward, Bill murmured close to his ear, "Are you hungry?"

Snape considered, then shrugged. "Not really." He met Bill's eyes. "Not for lunch, anyway." He took in a sharp breath when Bill, close enough to touch him, brushed a hand over his wrist.

"Then, let's go. We can eat later." Not waiting for a reply, Bill directed Snape firmly with a hand at his elbow, then out into the street, where the two of them took off at a fast clip. "I'm only around the corner."

There were both tall and long-legged, but still, Snape fought to keep up. As they walked at breakneck speed, Snape shot Bill a sideways glance and their eyes connected. Bill laughed and startled Snape when he took off at a run. Hesitating only for a moment, Snape followed.

They raced to the end of the street, where Bill tugged Snape up a flight of broad steps to a doorway. From the foyer, they walked quickly along the corridor to the lift, where once inside, they unashamedly panted from exertion, causing the other occupants to shift as far away as the tiny space allowed.

As they approached the door to Bill's flat, they were still breathing audibly as he let them in with his key.

"This is it," Bill said as he threw his key to the side and turned to Snape.

Snape ignored the room. "This is it," he said soberly.

"So, since we didn't eat, can I get you something to dr—" Bill stopped as Snape took a step toward him, shaking his head.

Placing his hand against Bill's chest, Snape took another step until they were face to face. Angling his head, he hesitated for a moment, their lips poised close together, but not yet touching. Snape could feel the heat of their skin, then moved that last little bit, slipping his tongue along the crevice of Bill's mouth. He felt a hand come up at his waist, then slide to the small of his back to pull them tight together. It was a gentler kiss than their first one, as they explored each other, mingling breath and patiently taking their time. When Snape finally turned his head to the side, he murmured at Bill's ear, "I'm going to finish what I started."

Without another word, he placed his hands on Bill's arms, then drew his hands downward as he fell to his knees in front of him. For an instant, he rested his face against the rough fabric of Bill's trousers, then pushed himself slightly away, bringing his hands from Bill's hips to his fly. He didn't hurry, methodically undoing one button at a time, then weaving his hand through the folds of his y-fronts. Bill had stood, quiescent, until Snape touched the skin of his cock to free it; his hands came up and took hold of Snape's hair, at the same time as he shifted slightly forward, groaning out something that sounded strangely like, "Ohgodyes,"

Snape smiled, holding the shaft firmly with one hand, while he used the fingers of the other to stroke it. "Hmmm, let me see, where was I?" he muttered just before he opened his mouth and swallowed the entire length, letting go to grab Bill at the hips. He almost gagged when Bill rutted forward suddenly and uncontrollably. Pushing his thumbs hard into the hollows of the hips, Snape gave a subtle warning that Bill must've understood, as he pulled back slightly, mumbling, "Sorry," as he worked his fingers into the hair at the back of Snape's neck.

Sucking for all he was worth, Snape plunged and pulled back, plunged and pulled back a half a dozen times, when he sensed Bill try to warn him, but Snape buried his nose in his crotch, his mouth full of cock and held on, swallowing almost convulsively. He could feel Bill stagger a bit as his legs lost their strength, but he held his feet, sighing loudly as he stroked Snape's hair with both hands, while Snape took his time to relinquish his cock, then noisily clean it with long strokes of his tongue. When he was finished, he sat back on his heels and looked up at Bill. Wiping at his mouth, Snape sucked on a finger, then pronounced, "Delicious."

Bill reached down and stroked Snape's cheek for a moment, then held out his other hand and easily pulled him to his feet. He didn't let go, but led them both down a short hallway into a sparsely furnished room: a lamp on a nightstand, a small wardrobe and a bed. Bill turned to Snape, unsmiling, and asked, "What would you like to do?"

Snape cast he eyes around the room, stalling for time. This wasn't how he'd thought things would go; no, this was so much better. No adolescent rush to do it all in one go. Snape saw possibilities here—he'd never expected Bill to ask what he wanted, and now…now, thinking back to what he'd seen in the man's mind, he suddenly felt sure of what he was about to do.

"Remember what I saw in your mind?" he asked softly, meeting Bill's eyes, and holding them even after he nodded. Snape took a step closer, then reached out to place a hand on each of his shoulders. "A picture is worth a thousand words," he murmured, watching Bill closely. To his credit, he got it immediately.

"You're sure?" Bill asked, placing his hands at Snape's waist.

"I am," Snape replied, taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

"Legilimens."

Snape heard the words as a whisper against his lips. He had to force himself not to Occlude as he felt the ice cold finger of another mind attempting to breach his own. Keeping his eyes open, Snape could no longer see Bill's face, as he concentrated on dropping his defenses and laying his memories and thoughts out like a welcome mat. He caught glimpses as they flitted past his sightless eyes, some of them quickly, others oozing like paint down a wall, the images blurred and distorted. The sensation of cold became one of pain.

It was an effort to keep his feet all of a sudden, and he felt himself stagger and strong hands anchor him. And still the reel rolled, vivid colors and flashes of sound and even smell assaulted him as it was all laid bare.

Abruptly, he felt the sharp stabbing pain recede, then Bill came into focus in front of him. Snape had to fight the urge to collapse against him, but did manage to mutter, "Make yourself at home, why don't you?" He heard Bill laugh, as if from a distance, and now he didn't resist when Bill led him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Reaching up, Bill tapped Snape's forehead with a fingertip. "This is what you want?" he asked.

Closing his eyes, Snape replied, "Yes."

"And it has nothing to do with what you saw in me?"

"Not at all," Snape told him, opening his eyes, puzzled.

Bill smiled. "Good."

***

Snape took a moment to remind himself that this had been his fantasy, just before the object of his obsession, obviously inexperienced but strangely not nervous, was about to penetrate him. He was folded in half, legs thrown over Bill's shoulders, watching as the man lubed himself between them. When he was done, Snape told him, "Use more."

There was one split second when they stopped to look at each other, and Snape had to blink as a drop of sweat from the tip of Bill's nose plunked into his eye. He was about to mutter something sarcastic, like, "Get on with it," when Bill surprised him by getting on with it in one seamless and sudden thrust that made Snape hiss with pleasure.

He prepared himself to move with the next plunge, but Bill surprised him by stopping, buried to his balls.

"What now?" Snape asked, panting.

"Are you always like this?" Bill asked, digging his nails into the flesh of Snape's collarbone.

Snape swallowed hard, as he detected the slight change in the timbre of Bill's voice. He shook his head. "No, I'm not."

"Then…" Bill pulled out slowly. "I'd like you to let me fuck you in peace, the way I want to do it, how fast I want to do it. Do you understand?" he asked quietly, but with an authority that made Snape's cock twitch between them.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Bill prompted as he slammed home with a thwack.

Snape's eyes widened. "Yes, sir," he said with a sigh.