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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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All of his anchors had been watching Shiloe sit under his cloud with varying levels of amusement, until his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell over onto the couch, the cloud disappearing in a puff of mist.
“Shite!” Neville cried, rushing over as the others all crowded around him as one.
Suddenly, a bottle-green dome of energy surrounded him.
“Leave him alone. Everyone, step back.” Godric’s voice answered their loud questions and explanations of surprise, bafflement, and alarm.
They turned to see him approaching, Helga Hufflepuff behind him, her eyes glowing vivid pink as she chanted in a strange language, the voice spilling from her mouth not her own.
Her hands began to weave a swift, elaborate pattern in front of her face as the chanting gained speed and volume.
The door opened and Severus Snape strode in, stopping short at the scene that greeted him.
When he heard the words coming from Helga’s mouth, however, he cursed, recognizing the chant and the motions.
He stripped off his robes and rolled up his sleeves, baring his Dark Mark without a second thought as he rushed to Helga’s side at the edge of the dome she was holding alone.
He jumped into the chant, keeping pace with her and finding out where she was on the gestures as well, joining in with holding the spell’s energy, and questioned Godric with his eyes.
“He just keeled over. Helga’s been possessed in times of crisis before, we’re a little used to it, but I have no idea what’s happening!” He explained, nearly frantic.
Severus rolled his eyes. ‘Of COURSE you don’t know, Idiot!’ He thought. ‘You’ve obviously never seen someone on the verge of killing themselves by magical depletion. Only a fool would risk it, after all. A fool, or Mr. Potter, our very own Trouble Magnet.’ He thought, almost fondly.
The spell was an ancient one, not only meant to give someone’s magical core a temporary boost, but to hold off other people’s attentions, well-meaning or not, from someone who had just been magically drained almost to the point of death and had no further defenses to protect themselves from harm, as well.
Severus almost cried in relief when Helga nodded to him, letting him know that they had reached their last repetition before she would deem the young man reenergized enough to survive.
When they finished, Severus sighed. “How?” He asked Helga.
“His shields. He was holding them too hard, trying to keep himself cool when under stress, rather than retreating when he should have, to work off his angry energy. He needs to USE his powers. They are restless, and it is draining him further to hold them back so strongly.” She said, still speaking in the strange voice. “You know what you must do?” Helga asked.
Severus blanched. “Why must it be me?” He asked lowly.
Helga looked at him for a moment, then sighed. “You really don’t know? Occlumency shields. Yours are the strongest of all his anchors. He’s going to want you to drop them, but you mustn’t. No matter what he says or does, you MUST NOT let him use you as a crutch. Do you understand?” She asked him, intensity coloring every syllable.
“I do.” Severus snapped.
He turned to the others. “I will take him. He will be fine by tomorrow morning. The rest of you should leave. He probably won’t be able to socialize again tonight.” The Potions Master said, leaning down and picking up the sodden form and carrying him toward Salazar’s chambers. “Somebody dry that blasted couch. Black, see that we aren’t disturbed tonight, if you would be so kind.” He sneered the last, doubting that the man would do so.
Sirius scowled at him. “Why?! What are you going to do to him?! I swear to MERLIN, Snivellus, if you hurt ONE HAIR on his head-”
Severus had his wand at Sirius’ throat in seconds, Shiloe’s limp form being held very carefully against his shoulder and side.
The ex-Gryffindor stilled, eyes wide.
“Allow me to assure you, Black, that if my intentions included harming him, not only would you be the LAST person I would tell, but I also would not have allowed you to see me casually carrying him to his deathbed with WITNESSES. I am not a moron, unlike other occupants of this room. And if hear that name one more time, I am not responsible for the consequences.” He hissed, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him and Shiloe.
He laid Shiloe down on the bed, noting his pallor and his quick, shallow breaths. He was really close to death, and the downpour he had received had only worsened matters. Severus cast a quick silencing charm, leaving the door unlocked just in case he needed to get out and get help in a hurry, then turned back to Shiloe’s unconscious form.
Normally, Severus would dry him with a spell, but no magic could be used on him in this state.
Severus knew enough about Shiloe from stories passed down by his mother to know that if a Shiloe were to expend too much magic, their own life force was what would ebb away, rather than their magic, as they WERE the very essence of magic. And unlike the few days it took a normal Witch or Wizard to regain their magic, death was irreversible. A Shiloe had no chance to recover from complete magical exhaustion.
Luckily, his mother had thought to teach Severus the Magicae Infusio, just in case he had ever needed it. He had learned it so well he could recite it in his sleep. Backwards.
Most Witches and Wizards had long ago thrown away spells that used chants and body motions to focus intent in favor of quick, one- or two-word spells and wands to channel it. Eileen Prince, however, had always found the old chants beautiful, and had insisted that her son learn them as well.
It had been a smart move, as it turned out. The chants could be worked by more than one person if needed, and they were always much stronger for the force of intent built up with the repeated chanting, calling on the power of ambient magic as well as the inherent magic of the ones casting the spell.
Severus sighed, stripping and climbing on the bed. He had no desire to follow through with this part of the spell. He needed to be revived, and for a Shiloe, that meant sex. Unfortunately, Shiloe was still unconscious, and would be until his magic levels were raised quite a bit more.
Severus was forced to do something he had never thought he would do. Indeed, it was a bit unpalatable to him, since it felt so much like rape, to take him while he was unable to accept or reject his advances. But Helga had been right. Needs must.
He gently worked the teen’s clothes off, noticing a few knife scars and fainter marks—burns, perhaps?—scattered over the thin, fragile body, and he shuddered to think of the horrors that must have waited for Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, when he went home every summer. He winced when he had undressed him down to his silk boxers, and gulped.
‘You HAVE to see this through!’ He mentally berated himself. ‘Or were all those years of protecting the idiotic boy from himself and others all just part of another act? Do you secretly WANT the Dark Lord to kill this boy? To see this one, with his laughing verdant eyes and spirited temper, broken and beaten before he finally met the same end as Lily?’
Severus bared his teeth at the inner voice, banishing it as he eased the boxers off Shiloe’s body, showing him an average cock, a bit on the small side, lying soft and quiescent between his legs amidst a nest of black curls.
He gently eased the boy’s legs up over his shoulders and bent his head to the small pucker, wishing he could supply a better lubricant, but without using a spell, this was the best he could do.
He ran his tongue around the tiny hole, coating it with as much saliva as he could, wishing that he could hear the teen’s cries of pleasure and hating himself for the thought. ‘He’s your student, and you’re lusting after him! Despicable! If you can feel desire for THIS particular student, what’s going to stop you from fucking half the school?’ He stopped that train of thought before it could continue.
Severus knew, even if no one else could be sure, that he was not, nor would he ever be, a pedophile. For some reason, only one student to grace his classroom had ever fired his lust this way, and it was the very one he was tasting. He let his tongue delve into the hot tightness of Shiloe’s body.
Shiloe was relaxed in sleep for the moment, and it made things easier for Severus. He was able to slip in two fingers without much difficulty, and with a bit more saliva to ease the way, he added the third and was soon able to deem Shiloe ready for him.
He sighed and aligned himself with the tiny ring, looking down to see that Shiloe’s green eyes were closed, dark lashes feathered against alabaster-white skin, too pale for Severus’ comfort.
Severus slid in, the muscles pulling him in reflexively, letting him sink into Shiloe’s tightness, sighing at the feeling.
It really had been FAR too long since he had last taken a lover. Perhaps that was why he found himself facing an unprecedented attraction to one of his students this year.
Severus grasped Shiloe’s hips, holding them still and thrusting in slowly to stop, savor the feeling, and pull out again at the same slow, torturous pace. Shiloe’s inner muscles were vaguely undulating around him, even in his unconscious state, and Severus felt a tiny bit of amusement at the thought that the Golden Boy’s alter ego was an insatiable incubus.
Severus stilled at the tiny sound from below him. He had been sure he had heard a soft whimper, or mewl. However, when no further noises greeted him, he sighed sadly and began moving again. Shiloe had to wake soon. Surely, Severus would never be able to come like this? If that was what Shiloe needed to wake, he may very well be out of luck. Severus felt bad enough to be in him without his express consent, COMING in him would just be… No.
The very IDEA was abhorrent to Severus.
It would be worse than rape.
“Mmn.”
This time, Severus was sure he had heard Shiloe. He smirked and leaned down, mouth right beside Shiloe’s ear. “Wake up, you won’t want to miss this, Shiloe.” He purred.
Shiloe’s muscles clamped down and his eyes opened wide. Suddenly, Severus narrowed his eyes as freezing rain began pouring down onto them. “Brat.” He muttered, his thrusts picking up speed and passion now that Shiloe was awake.
“Merlin! Sev!” Shiloe cried out, the rain not easing up as his emotions roiled through his body, out of control.
Severus panted, grabbing Shiloe’s cock, which, he noted, had grown quite a bit as it hardened. He pumped it quickly, making Shiloe cry out again, as he leaned down once more.
“You’re going to come for me.” He said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “You’re going to come for me right NOW.” He commanded.
Shiloe’s body obeyed, his back arching as he came, inner muscles stroking Severus’ cock to completion as well, as Shiloe wrapped his arms around Severus. “Could you drop your shields, Sev?” Shiloe asked sleepily, as the rain calmed just a bit. “I feel so empty right now.”
Severus sighed. “No, I will not.”
Shiloe let go of him and pushed him off, sitting up. “Why not?” He demanded.
“You almost killed yourself, you fool!” Severus snarled, shaking him lightly.
Shiloe blinked. “I did?”
“Yes.” Severus gritted his teeth. “Between leaning on us and excluding all the others within the castle and pushing down your powers so much, you reached the point of magical exhaustion. If Helga and I hadn’t performed the Magicae Infusio, you’d be dead.” The Potions Master snarled again, resisting the urge to shake him again as well.
“Oh.” Shiloe breathed, eyes wide. “I hadn’t thought that…”
“That you could die? Why am I not surprised?” Severus sneered.
“No, actually!” Shiloe snapped. “I hadn’t thought that YOU, of all people, would CARE if I died.” He corrected.
Severus glared at him. “I never said I wanted you dead.”
Shiloe snorted. “Oh, please! You didn’t HAVE to! Your scorn for Harry was pretty apparent from day one.” He said dryly.
Severus sighed. “I never wanted him dead, either. But my place as a spy in the Death Eaters-”
“Is not in jeopardy within these rooms!” Shiloe shouted at him, the bed and their bodies steaming as the room heated, evaporating the water that had fallen. “Yet you STILL refuse to let yourself care for me! We’re perfectly compatible, otherwise you could never be my anchor. I’m not your student, although your student DOES share my body. I suppose that’s part of it? But why should that matter, really, when I need you? Me, not Harry. Harry will be none-the-wiser about you for as long as we can hide this, but dammit, Severus, I can’t keep having you avoiding me!”
Severus sighed, holding out a hand and shivering as he looked at the snowflakes now falling on them both. “Lovely. You’re really an emotional little shit, aren’t you?” He asked sardonically.
Shiloe just glared at him. “Just go away.” He huffed, laying down and turning onto his side, back to Severus.
“I’m afraid I cannot.” Severus said. “I need to stay with you until you are magically strong enough to handle yourself out there.” He tilted his head to the door.
Shiloe sniffed, and Severus closed his eyes in dread. “What is it now?” He asked softly.
“Hurts.” Shiloe whispered, then fell silent once again.
Severus could feel a headache coming on. Shiloe was indeed one of his own little snakes. He had a feeling this would be like trying to understand a centaur. He sighed once more, laying a hand on Shiloe’s shoulder, feeling it tense beneath his hand. “What hurts?”
“Everything.” The teen answered bitterly, not volunteering more than that.
Severus sighed. “Well, if you are not going to tell me, do I need to guess?” He drawled.
Shiloe snorted.
“Very well. Is the pain external?” He asked.
Shiloe shook his head, mutely.
“Ah. It’s because of my shields, then.” When he got no answer, he knew he was right. “Shiloe, you cannot lean so heavily on us. We are here to be a buffer for you, not a crutch. You need to learn to hold your own shields.”
After a few more moments of silence, Severus rolled his eyes. “Would you like some blood?” He offered.
“I’d like you to go away.” Shiloe answered.
Severus closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth. “I am aware. But, as I have ALREADY STATED, I cannot. Now, blood or sex? You need to regain your strength.”
Shiloe sighed and rolled over, the snow stopping.
Severus was thankful—He had been getting quite cold.
“Fine. Where do you want me to bite?”
Severus raised a brow. “I believe the customary place is the neck?”
Shiloe smirked. “Oh, I can bite anywhere. Do you WANT me to bite your neck?”
Severus flushed. “Where would give you the most benefit?” He asked.
“Directly over the heart.” Shiloe answered immediately.
Severus lost his flush and paled. “But that would leave me-”
“Too weak to leave until morning, I know. That’s why I’m not going to insist on Feeding from there.” Shiloe told him evenly. “Again, I ask: Do you want me to bite your neck, or is there another site you would prefer?”
Severus considered this for a moment. “The bite marks will be there for a few days?” He asked.
Shiloe smirked. “Yes. I’m not a vampire.”
“Then you may bite me on the shoulder.” He answered.
Shiloe nodded and called his Feeding fangs. He flashed them at Severus in an unmistakable smirk before lowering his head and sinking them into the Potions Master’s shoulder.
Severus hissed in a breath at the sparks of pleasure shooting through his body, each one heading straight for his cock.
Shiloe hummed in satisfaction, sucking lightly at the wound, the blood richer than Draco’s had been, because of Severus’ age as well as magic levels, plus the fact that Shiloe was Feeding so much closer to the heart; The heart and surrounding area was where one’s magical core resided, making it the ideal place from which to Feed. He took enough to leave his magic at about three-quarters its normal level, then leaned back, licking his lips. “Mm. You taste amazing.” He purred.
Severus smirked. “Do I?” He asked in amusement.
Shiloe sighed. “Mm-hm. Now how about one more go before I pass out for the night?” He asked cheekily.
Severus reached over to slap one bared buttock. “Watch your tone.” He warned playfully.
“Or you’ll what?” Shiloe challenged with a smirk.
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