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Shiloe: The Weapon	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry patted his pocket, making sure he had his trunk, then nodded to Dumbledore. “I’ll probably be going to another anchor’s house after I see Sirius, but I can’t tell you who. I know Shiloe WOULD defend this one physically. I hope you understand, Sir.”
Dumbledore sighed. “Of course, my boy. I expect to see you back at the very latest the day before the Express leaves. I want you back within these walls before the students return. It’s safer that way.” He said.
Harry nodded. “I’ll be back by then.” He said, then took a pinch of Floo powder and threw it down. He shouted out: “Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place!” And was gone.
*****
“Like my own sons, those two!” Sirius said happily, as Harry listened on. “Carrying on the fine tradition of pranking! They’re the next generation of Marauders!”
Harry smiled in amusement. “So you ARE their main investor, then.” He said wryly.
Sirius nodded. “And they told me at your birthday that they’ve found premises! A SHOP, can you believe it?! They’re only a few steps away from SELLING their wares legitimately! Of course, I’ve given them the money to rent the place. They may not even need to finish school, if they can get everything set up fast enough. They still plan to finish, of course, but it’s not exactly NEEDED.”
Harry bit his lip. “Just don’t encourage them to drop out, yeah? Their mom would kill you, I think.”
Sirius laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I fear Molly Weasley’s wrath enough to know better. I’m just so happy for them!” He said, hugging Harry in his exuberance.
Harry laughed and hugged him back. “I’m glad you’re so happy, but don’t you think you’re getting more excited than you really have right to be? It’s not YOUR shop, you know.”
“I know that! But it’s still something I now have a vested interest in, and didn’t I just say that this is the next generation of Marauders? I have every right to be proud!” Sirius said loudly.
“I can hear your pride all the way in the library!” Remus’ voice carried in through the doorway. “Could you keep it down?”
Sirius laughed. “You’re just jealous now that your pranking days are over, Moony!” He shouted back.
“Oh, yeah, that’s GOT to be it.” Remus’ voice drawled in amusement.
Harry snorted, getting up from the couch. “I’m going to head up and shower, then I’ll let Shiloe out. He’ll be down in a while, okay?”
“I look forward to it. See you later, Prongslet!” Sirius said, ruffling Harry’s hair as Harry tried and failed to dart past him to avoid the hand, laughing.
*****
Shiloe brushed his now chin-length hair and put his collar on, smiling faintly as he traced the tiny snake, watching the opal eyes glint in his mirror. He knew that Sirius and Remus wouldn’t see it, and wouldn’t understand it if they COULD see it, but Severus had told him to wear it whenever he was in control, and he had yet to fail to heed the man.
Lucius had explained that the collar belonged to him and Severus both, having been his before he had given it to Severus. Severus had worn it while Lucius had trained him, and then gotten permission to keep it for a sub of his choosing. That he had chosen to give it to Shiloe was a matter of great pride for Shiloe, and both Severus and Lucius liked the look of Shiloe in nothing but that collar, both during play and afterward, while he lay languid and satiated.
He lowered his hand from the collar, turning to head out the door and back downstairs where Sirius and Remus were.
He headed for the library first, leaning against the doorway, Remus’ back to him.
“Hello, Shiloe.” The man said, and Shiloe smiled.
“I just took a shower, I shouldn’t smell THAT strongly.” He joked, lifting his arm and sniffing.
“I can smell your shampoo.” Remus explained, turning in his chair. He held his arms out. “Come here.”
Shiloe walked over and sat in the man’s lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “I missed you.” He breathed.
Remus groaned and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was heated, stealing Shiloe’s breath away and making his head spin dizzily. When Remus raised his head with a smile, Shiloe let out a breathy laugh.
“That was quite a kiss. What did I do to earn THAT? Remind me to do it more often!” He said dazedly.
Remus chuckled. “You were gone too long. I’ve gotten a bit ravenous for you.” He explained.
“Ah.” Shiloe smiled widely. “You missed me, too.” He deduced.
“Madly.” Remus confirmed. “You’re my mate, I want you around me all the time.” He added. “I know that’s not feasible at this time, but it doesn’t stop the wanting.”
Shiloe buried his face in Remus’ neck. “I can probably visit during weekends, but it won’t be for very long. I have Luc and Aquila to think of, too. I need to be there for my daughter.”
“Would you-“ Remus broke off, shaking his head. “Never mind, it’s not important.”
Shiloe smiled. “I’d love to have your child, but it would have to be once Harry finishes school.” He said softly. “And as I don’t choose my mates, we’d only have a limited time to make it happen. Once I reach twenty, only my mates can impregnate me.”
“Since you’re my mate, aren’t I guaranteed to be one of your mates?” Remus asked.
Shiloe shook his head. “No, it doesn’t work like that. Since the anchor-bonds can be easily reignited after the mating, no one is guaranteed a spot. We’d still be bound with an anchor-bond if you aren’t a mate, but you’d be unable to impregnate me.”
Remus sighed. “I see. That’s a bit rough.”
Shiloe nodded. “It is. But that’s fate for you.”
“If you could choose-“
“Don’t ask that of me.” Shiloe said, holding up a hand to stop Remus’ question. “Don’t ask me to choose between my anchors. I love you all already, and I can’t make that choice. I already know of one I’m going to have to let go of, and accept that I come second to his mate. That’s hard enough. Choosing favorites between those I love is something I just can’t do.”
Remus inclined his head. “I understand. In retrospect, that was a bit selfish of me. I’m sorry.”
Shiloe leaned his head against Remus’ chest. “You’re only human, it’s understandable that you’d want to know where you stand in my affections. I can’t say I love you any more than the others, because I love you all equally. I couldn’t bear to lose any of you, it would kill me.”
Remus snorted. “Even Severus?” He teased.
Shiloe chuckled. “Even him, yes. Each of you give me something special, something I’m lacking in my other anchors. I need every piece to complete the puzzle.”
Remus looked down at Shiloe. “Does Severus give you what I think he does? There were rumors, when we were in school, about him and Lucius Malfoy, and what they did. I won’t tell Sirius, he wouldn’t approve, but I’m open-minded, and I’d like to know.” He said calmly.
Shiloe was silent for a long time. Then, he raised his head and looked Remus in the eye and told him softly. “I wear his collar.”
Remus looked at the collar he could now see and nodded. “I thought so. Does he treat you well? You have a safeword?”
Shiloe smirked. “Quidditch. Not that I’ve ever had to use it. I didn’t have one the first time, but before we did anything more, he made me choose one. He’s good to me.”
“The collar’s lovely. Do you ever take it off?” Remus asked, tracing the snake.
“Only when Harry’s going to be out.” Shiloe answered. “It’s one of his rules that I wear it when I expect to be out.”
“Exactly what is your relationship with him, if that’s not pressing for too much?”
Shiloe blushed. “Master/slave. And Lucius is my Sir. He’s slightly less apt to punish me, and also a bit less harsh in the bedroom. But I don’t mind. Both relationships satisfy me differently.”
Remus pressed a kiss to the top of Shiloe’s head. “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me all this.”
Shiloe smiled. “I trust you not to tell Sirius, as well, which is a bit more important to me. We both know he wouldn’t take it as well as you.”
“Well, he’s a bit more volatile than I am, so no, he wouldn’t be as understanding.” Remus allowed.
“Speaking of Sirius, where is he?” Shiloe asked.
Remus chuckled. “In the kitchen, making dinner. I’m sure he’s the very picture of domestic bliss right now.” He said in amusement.
“Oh, Merlin, tell me he’s at least never poisoned you. Does he even know HOW to cook?” Shiloe asked, aghast.
“He’s learning.” Remus answered. “He hasn’t poisoned me yet, but some of the things he turned out were less than palatable.” He said, then sighed. “Maybe we should go see how he’s doing.” He decided.
*****
“Want a brandy? I have some.” Sirius said, showing Shiloe the bottle before he poured some for himself and looked at Remus.
“No, I’d rather not.” Remus declined.
“I’ll have a bit.” Shiloe said.
Remus sighed. “Aren’t you a bit young to be drinking? Your body is still underage, after all.”
Shiloe smirked as Sirius brought him a small glass. “What, are you going to tell on me?” He shot back, as Sirius sat beside him, squishing him comfortably between his anchors.
Remus nudged him with a smile. “Keep that up and I might. Behave yourself.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I aim to misbehave at every opportunity. Well, MOST opportunities, at least.” Shiloe amended.
Sirius laughed. “Rebellion is the name of the game! That’s where it’s at.” He told Remus, who just shrugged.
“If you say so, Padfoot.”
“Hey, we never came up with a nickname for Shiloe’s form. Or, forms, as the case may be. He needs one.” Sirius decided. “Come on, Shi, let’s see your form.”
Shiloe sighed, handing his drink to Sirius. “Which one?” He asked.
“Which one do you use most often?” Sirius asked.
Shiloe shifted to his jaguar form, and Sirius and Remus looked him over.
“Onyx?” Sirius suggested. “He’s very black.”
Remus nodded. “I like it.”
Shiloe rumbled and rubbed his body against their legs.
Sirius laughed. “Good, he approves. So we’re decided. Onyx, it is.”
Shiloe shifted back and squeezed himself in between the two men again, reclaiming his glass and taking a sip. “So, am I officially a Marauder now?” He asked in a teasing tone.
Sirius smirked. “Well, have you done any pranks yet?”
“I’m not exactly the pranking type.” Shiloe said wryly.
“There is ONE other way to be inducted.” Sirius murmured, a wicked glint in his eye.
Remus chuckled. “He’s already done that.”
Sirius sighed. “Well, yes, but we should do it again, just to be sure.”
Shiloe looked at Remus, then Sirius. “Done what? What did I miss?”
“He wants to fuck you in, since you won’t prank your way in.” Remus said with a smile.
“Oh.” Shiloe grinned. “I’m up for that. And yes, let’s make sure there’s no question of my membership.”
Sirius cheered. “Yay, sex!” He stood and took Shiloe’s glass, setting them both on the side table next to the couch. He pulled his shirt off. “Well, what are you two waiting for?”
“What, right here?” Shiloe asked. “On the floor?”
Sirius shrugged. “Why not?” He asked. “This is my house, I can do what I want.”
Remus sighed and stood. “I would like to add before we do this that I advocate using one of the many beds upstairs.” He said, before removing his shirt.
Shiloe grinned and pulled his own shirt off, watching the two men as they both reached for each other’s trousers and began undressing each other.
He unfastened his own trousers quickly and shimmied out of them, then returned to watching Remus and Sirius undress each other. He could tell that they had done this before. There was no nervousness, no hesitation, just the easy camaraderie of many years of intimacy.
Shiloe wriggled out of his boxers and stroked his cock a few times, watching avidly as Sirius, already naked, shot Shiloe a smirk and dropped to his knees in front of Remus. He pulled the man’s boxers off and took his hard cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.
Shiloe groaned. “That’s so hot.” He said.
Sirius chuckled around his mouthful and Remus hissed in a breath, fisting his hands in Sirius’ hair and using it to push and pull Sirius along his length.
Shiloe stroked himself as he watched the two men performing for his eyes alone. ‘All mine.’ He thought happily. ‘They’re all mine, and I can have them whenever I want.’
Remus pulled Sirius off his length and locked eyes with Shiloe. “Get over here and suck my cock.” He said.
Shiloe’s eyes lit up as he realized that Remus was in a dominant mood tonight. He walked over and sunk to his knees, taking the already wet cock into his mouth and sucking on it with fervor.
“Not too fast. Don’t you dare make me come yet.” Remus warned.
Shiloe slowed down, feeling Remus’ hands twine in his hair, pulling gently as he set Shiloe’s pace for him.
“Rim him, Siri. Get him nice and wet for me. Then you can have his mouth while I fuck him.” He ordered.
Shiloe groaned in approval as Sirius helped him onto all fours so he could get to his entrance.
Sirius rimmed like he did everything else; he dove headfirst into it, holding nothing back. He licked and sucked at Shiloe’s hole like it was the best-tasting treat he’d ever sampled, and he couldn’t get enough. He curled his tongue and drove it in and out of Shiloe’s body, loving the choked-off whimpers the action was earning him, and forcing Shiloe’s body forward, driving him onto Remus’ cock further.
Shiloe was trying very hard to concentrate on sucking Remus’ cock, but with Sirius rimming him like there was no tomorrow, his concentration was shot. He settled for letting Remus guide his head, knowing that if he didn’t like the way his blow-job was going, in his present state, he’d make his displeasure known.
Remus watched as Sirius worked one and then two fingers into Shiloe’s body, still licking and sucking on his hole as he did so. He finally added a third and raised his head to look for his wand. He found it, and slid his fingers out long enough to lube them, then slid all three back in, twisting them sharply.
Shiloe pulled his head away from Remus’ cock to gasp out a strangled “fuck!” before Remus pulled his head back onto his length.
“Focus on what you’re doing, Shiloe, or you’ll not get to come tonight.” Remus warned him. “If you want to become a Marauder this way, you’re going to have to earn it.”
Shiloe whined around his mouthful as Sirius’ fingers continued stretching him.
“He’s ready.” Sirius announced, pulling his fingers out and slapping Shiloe’s arse for good measure.
Remus pulled Shiloe’s head off of his cock and motioned for Sirius to take his place as he walked around Shiloe. He grabbed Shiloe by the hips and slowly slid in.
Sirius stood in front of Shiloe, grinning. “You know what to do.” He said, indicating his hard cock.
Shiloe took it into his mouth, sucking as Remus drove into him, pushing him further onto the hard length.
Sirius carded his hands through Shiloe’s hair and murmured, “A little bit faster, Shi.” He groaned when Shiloe complied. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, so good.”
Remus chuckled. “He is rather talented, isn’t he, Padfoot?”
Sirius nodded. “Very. Perfect Marauder material, I’d say.”
Remus gripped Shiloe’s hips tighter and leaned down to whisper into his ear, “If you want to come, you have to make sure Padfoot comes first. Until he does, I’m holding back, Shi.”
Shiloe growled and redoubled his efforts on Sirius.
“Fuck, Moony, what’d you tell him?!” Sirius asked, hands fisting in Shiloe’s hair at the abrupt change in tempo and suction.
“That if he wants to come, you have to first. Make him work for it.” Remus advised.
Sirius cursed. “Don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold off, but I’ll try.” He said in a tight voice.
Shiloe sucked for all he was worth, deep-throating Sirius as well as he could, determined to bring the man off. He wanted to come, dammit!
Sirius moaned loudly. “Fuck, Shi, keep it up! I’m close!” He warned, grabbing Shiloe’s head and guiding him faster.
Shiloe plunged down onto Sirius’ length, taking it as deep as he could, and swallowed.
Remus saw Sirius’s eyes roll back in his head and laughed as the other man came, shouting.
Shiloe swallowed his essence and raised his head from the spent member. “Well, Moony? Do I get to come now?”
Remus sped up, grabbing a handful of Shiloe’s hair and pulling so that Shiloe had no choice but to follow the motion or lose his hair altogether. He used his other arm to hold the teen close once he’d gotten him to kneel, his back pressed tight against Remus’ chest. “I think you’ve earned it.” Remus said. “Padfoot, would you do the honors?”
Sirius lay down in front of them and took Shiloe’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it vigorously.
Shiloe trembled in Remus’ grip, both hands coming up to clutch at the arm around his shoulders for grounding. He was in sensation overload. He felt Remus’ teeth sink into his shoulder and was lost, back arching as he came, wailing his release so loudly he woke the portrait of Walburga Black, who started screeching about Sirius besmirching the family name.
Sirius released Shiloe’s cock once he’d swallowed, and laid back, laughing. “Yep. Family name is officially mud. Doesn’t matter, though. I’m pretty happy this way, I don’t mind.”
Remus thrust twice more and came with a loud sigh, licking over the indents he’d left in Shiloe’s flesh. “You okay?” He asked.
Shiloe nodded. “Yeah. Fuck, that was good.”
Remus chuckled. “It was. I think you’re officially a Marauder now. What do you think, Padfoot?”
Sirius smiled widely. “Tastes like one to me.” He replied. “I’d better go shut Mum up.” He said, getting up and heading for her portrait.
When he got there, she screeched even louder.
Remus and Shiloe laughed. “Well, I can hear how well she takes nudity.” Shiloe said.
Remus got up and gathered his clothing. “We’ll hopefully be heading upstairs when he gets back.”
The screams finally cut off, and a few minutes later, Sirius returned, grinning. “That ought to shut her up for quite a while. I told her that I was an anchor to a Shiloe. She doesn’t believe me, of course. But it’ll give her something to think about.”
Shiloe sighed. “Yes, well, you’re lucky I’m fond of you. I don’t like being talked about unless I’m there to back up the claims. Should I meet her sometime, or what?”
Sirius snorted. “Yes, because I can see that going SO well. Let’s not, for now. Maybe another time.”
Dursley appeared, and Shiloe straightened.
“Is it time?” He asked.
“Master is feeling pains. Master Draco is getting the Mediwitch. I is getting you. You come to Moonrun Manor now.” He said, then popped out.
Shiloe turned to Sirius. “Start a fire. I’m going to grab my trunk and get dressed. I’ll be back down in a second.” He said, and took off for the stairs.
He threw his clothes into the trunk and grabbed some clean clothes out, pulling them on and shrinking his trunk, slipping it into his pocket as he ran down the stairs.
“In here!” Sirius called from the parlor.
Shiloe ran into the room to find Sirius holding a pot of Floo powder, a fire burning in the fireplace.
“I’ll visit again when I can, and I’ll send word as soon as I’m able. Thank you for understanding. He wants me there, I have to go.” He said, kissing them both quickly and grabbing a handful of Floo powder.
He threw it into the fire and stepped in. “Moonrun Manor!”
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