An unconscious bath
The next day was similar to the first day Sirius had to deal with Snape. He was still in a coma and there was no noticeable improvement. Sirius had so far managed to put off bathing Snape, but on the morning of the third day he realised he had no choice. Somehow, he had to face the washing issue, which magic could not deal with as well as a very real bath with soap and water, and he, Sirius, had to scrub and shampoo the unconscious Slytherin. After getting Snape to swallow the various potions necessary for his recovery, Sirius took a deep breath and turned his attention to the bathing problem. First, the bath had to be filled, and he quickly decided on a lukewarm temperature, the main thing being not to aggravate Snape's wounds with water that was too hot, and to make sure that his body didn't get cold either. Then, Sirius, still clueless, had thought of using bubble bath, it was a way to make the water opaque and... well, to avoid having Snape's body completely naked in front of his eyes. Sirius had ended up asking Kreacher to take care of finding a clean pair of pants (blushing a little) and when the house elf had brought him one in record time, Sirius had realised that it didn't solve the issue of changing the pants. It was still his job after all and as he realised this he wondered if Dumbledore had had in mind all that caring for Snape entailed, and he felt a pang of fury towards the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Sirius felt humiliated in some way, and he was sure that Snape would too when he woke up and found out who had been treating him. Why couldn't Madam Pomfrey, now that she had access to the Order's headquarters, take care of all this? Why was he, Sirius, the one being punished?
Gloomy and resigned, Sirius ran warm water in the large Gothic-style bathtub that adorned the personal bathroom in Snape's room. In the old days, this room had been used by many of the Black family's guests, and with a shudder of disgust, Sirius remembered when his cousins Bellatrix and Narcissa came for a holiday. The two girls shared the room and the bathroom. Eventually Sirius decided that only Slytherins had used that bathtub and Snape would not defy the rule. He tested the temperature of the water, which had risen well above the black marble walls of the old tub. Satisfied, he began to pour various products designed to create foam and bubbles into the bath. He felt ashamed to be doing this, and chuckled tightly as he imagined that Snape was probably not the type to take bubble baths with multicoloured magic bubbles. With the bath ready for his long-time enemy, Sirius went back into the room where he was lying. He pulled the sheet off the bed and raised his wand. Snape rose into the air; this time Sirius was careful that his head did not swing around and hit the ceiling or the bed. He levitated him horizontally as if he were lying on a stretcher and floated him to the bathroom. Sirius's mother's nightgown pants fell around Snape's body like a tablecloth and the black hair pulled back was also floating in the air. Sirius winced as he looked at them and thought about how he would soon be entangling his fingers in the dirty, greasy strands.
As they reached the top of the bath Sirius took a deep breath and waved his wand. The nightgown disappeared along with the pants and Sirius, shocked at what was happening, what he was doing or being forced to do, held his breath fleetingly. Forced to watch, Sirius lowered Snape into the bathtub until he was submerged in water, his body hidden. Now what? Sirius figured he didn't need to scrub and soap Snape's entire body, and that the hair and chest would suffice for today. Intimidated, not sure why his heart was racing, Sirius knelt down by the tub and grabbed the shower head to wet Snape's hair, mindful of his injured face. He tested the heat of the water before pouring it over Snape's head and holding it back. He still hadn't touched the hair, but the trickle of reddish water that came out made Sirius realise that he should have taken care of this bath long before: the dirty hair was soaked with what looked like blood. With a grimace of disgust, Sirius waited until the water was translucent before pushing back the knob and grabbing a bottle of shampoo, some of which he emptied onto Snape's still unconscious head.
He thought momentarily of himself as a teenager: how many times had he and his friends made fun of Snape because of his hair and joked that he must not know about shampoo? If he had known that one day he would be condemned to be the one to do something about it! It was time to get started, Sirius placed a hand on Snape's head and began to massage his scalp gently, before increasing the pressure of his movements. Soon he added a second hand. In some ways it wasn't so different from when he shampooed himself. In fact, there was no difference at all. Snape's hair, to his surprise, had quickly become very soft under his fingers, after attending to the top of the head he moved on to the lengths and coated Snape's thin hair with the creamy lather. After a few minutes, once he had made sure he hadn't missed any spots, he stopped shampooing and rinsed the hair. Sirius couldn't help but notice that when wet, Snape's black hair was just below his shoulders, so it was longer than his own dark brown, curly hair. With his hair pulled back and his face clear, the hooked nose of his enemy, his patient, was more prominent than ever in the middle of his sleeping face. Why was he paying attention to such details? Irritated with himself, Sirius decided to quickly attack Snape's torso.
But just as he was about to grab a large sponge, Sirius felt something hard in the middle of his legs. Hindered in his movements, the Gryffindor realised that his cock was half hard. Blushing, Sirius began to make small movements with his pelvis to rub his member against his thighs. He didn't know why he was doing this and he seemed to have momentarily lost all ability to think. He looked at Snape's face and his big nose, if Snape got close to his crotch he would be blocked by his nose before he got to the end of his cock... Or his nose would touch Sirius' pubic bone and be caressed by brown curls. He let out a hoarse moan. Now his cock was fully erect and Sirius had the beginnings of a fantasy that came to him without resistance in which he saw Snape kneeling before him in a humiliating position, taking Sirius' cock into his mouth of his own accord, his thin lips closing around the blood-swollen member...
Shaking his head, ashamed of himself, he grabbed the large sponge again and smeared it with soap and began to wash his left arm before letting it fall back into the water as he saw the Dark Mark embedded in his skin. How could he have forgotten that the horrible skull snake was there? Sirius didn't want to touch the mark, suddenly he seemed to wake up from a vaporous dream and once again furious at Snape, he gave up any idea of continuing to wash him. He was a Death Eater, or even if it was just a disguise now, a young Snape, the one he had known, had once voluntarily made the decision to have that mark inscribed in his arm and to endorse the morals and values it implied. Violence, black magic, discrimination.
“Finally Snivellus, I will not indulge in false feelings. I must keep a cool head and not forget who you are and what you have done," said Sirius in a low voice to himself.
Utterly repulsed by his previous thoughts and his body's reaction to them, Sirius shook with rage and jumped to his feet. He waved his wand and Snape levitated out of the bath. Sirius magically dried him off and without even glancing at the naked body he dressed him in his clean pants and his mother's nightgown with a wave of his wand. So much for the oil he had promised himself to apply to Snape's skin to help heal the wounds. He levitated Snape to his bed and left him, running out of the room as quickly as possible.