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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Severus grabbed his wand, glad that Shiloe was strong enough now to handle magic being used on him once more. With a few rapid spells, Shiloe found himself bound to the bed by cuffs, blindfolded, and wearing a cock ring.
He moaned loudly, hips thrusting up against the air.
Severus’ mouth opened slightly in surprise. He was sure he’d scare the teen, though he had distantly hoped for just this reaction, instead. Now that he had gotten it, he wasn’t very sure what to do with it. Was Shiloe going to be able to handle it if he introduced him to the wonders of power games?
Moreover, could Shiloe even submit the way Severus would need him to, if they were to venture into that particular arena?
Severus decided there was only one way to find out. He leaned down and whispered in Shiloe’s ear. “Do you really want to know the answer to that? Do you want me to show you just which one of us is in control?” He asked softly, leaning down to brush aside the dark hair covering Shiloe’s temple. He pressed a soft kiss to that spot, and the whispered into the teen’s ear, “If you prove to be a competent slave, I may even KEEP you. Would you like that?”
Shiloe nodded, panting roughly.
Severus raised an eyebrow and lightly pinched one of Shiloe’s nipples, the unexpected sting making the teen gasp. “Answer me.” Severus’ voice warned.
“Yes!” Shiloe said, his voice full of need.
“Yes, what?” Severus asked.
“Yes… Master?” Shiloe guessed.
Severus smiled, though the expression was lost on the blindfolded teen. “Very good.” He ran a finger down the length of Shiloe’s cock, admiring the leather strap preventing his orgasm until Severus decided to bestow release upon him. “You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?” He asked. “An obedient slave for your Master?”
Shiloe nodded, then remembered what had happened last time and choked out a hurried: “Yes, Master. Anything you want, Master.”
“Anything I want? That is a dangerous thing to offer to your Master, slave. I’ll give you the chance to rephrase that, if you wish.” Severus offered.
Shiloe shook his head. “I meant it, Master. I know you won’t harm me in any serious way.” He said.
Severus smirked. “Indeed? Well, then, would you like to be fucked?” He asked, the vulgar word spilling easily from his lips.
Shiloe gasped and nodded. “Oh, yes, please, Master!” He cried out, raising his hips pleadingly.
Severus smirked and lubed his fingers, sliding one into Shiloe.
Shiloe whined. “Master, please! I’m ready for you! AH!” Shiloe cried out as Severus’ free hand pinched his nipple again, more harshly this time.
“Silence, slave. You will not tell me what to do. Am I understood?” Severus growled.
Shiloe whimpered and nodded. “Yes, Master.” He squeaked, as Severus found and massaged his prostate. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was by this new, forceful Severus! He had suspected the man would be a veritable demon in the bedroom, and he had been right. Severus was commanding, stern, lewd and sexy as all hell! Shiloe moaned as Severus added another finger, barely giving him any time to process it before the third was added, as well.
“Do you like that, my slave?” The Potions Master asked.
Shiloe arched off the bed, the cock ring holding back his orgasm, and sobbed. “Please, Master, I need to come! Oh, Merlin, please let me come!”
Severus removed his fingers and grabbed Shiloe’s balls, tugging on them sharply to draw him back from the brink of orgasm, though the ring would prevent it anyway. “Not yet, you won’t.” Severus informed him calmly.
Shiloe whimpered, letting himself lie flat again. “I hate you sometimes.” He whispered.
Severus chuckled. “I know. But are you sure you want to be saying that to me right now?”
“Not in the least, Master. But I’m afraid I’m going a bit mad with wanting you.” Shiloe answered cheekily.
“Brat.” Severus said, smirking. He positioned himself over Shiloe, careful not to touch the teen at all, lest Shiloe find out what he had planned. He positioned his cock just centimeters away from Shiloe and held his breath, keeping totally still and silent.
Shiloe shifted uncomfortably at the silence now surrounding him. He couldn’t even hear Severus BREATHING! Had the man left him there, naked, hard and bound to the bed in recompense for his sassy remark? “Mast-” His breath caught on a sharp gasp as Severus surged forward, sheathing himself in Shiloe’s body in one smooth thrust. “Ohhhhh.” Was Shiloe’s final verdict.
“Indeed.” Severus answered, rotating his hips languidly, teasing Shiloe with the barely-there movements that just slightly brushed against his prostate.
“Master, you are—AH!—so cruel to me!” Shiloe cried out, back arching as Severus gave one good thrust in the middle of his sentence.
Severus chuckled. “If you want, I could stop.” He offered.
“No, Master, please don’t stop!” Shiloe begged. “I’m so hard, if you stopped I might die, Master!”
Severus carded his hand through Shiloe’s hair. “We can’t have that happening. After all, you’re being such a GOOD boy for me.” He murmured. “Shall I fuck you properly?” He asked.
Shiloe nodded, tugging at the ropes securing his hands to the bed. “Master, I want to touch you!” He begged.
Severus smiled down at Shiloe, affection clear in his onyx gaze, though Shiloe could not see it. He released the ropes and pulled off Shiloe’s blindfold.
Shiloe blinked a few times, and then smiled up at Severus, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck. “Mm, now I can see you and touch you.”
Severus smiled. “You’ll want to brace yourself for this.” He said. He began to thrust into Shiloe at a feverish pace.
Shiloe clung to him desperately, crying out with each thrust. He screamed when Severus grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it quickly.
“You’re going to hold back orgasm until I tell you, Shiloe. Do you understand?” Severus asked, smirking.
“YES!” Shiloe yelled in agreement.
Severus removed the strip of leather that had been constricting Shiloe’s cock. He thrust into Shiloe three more times, and then leaned down, growling into his ear: “Come now!”
Shiloe came with a loud cry of “Yes, master!” as his back arched off the bed.
Severus thrust into him once more, deeply, and then succumbed to his own release.
After a few moments, Shiloe regained his breath. He chuckled. “That was pretty intense.”
Severus snorted. “It was, at that.” He agreed.
Shiloe yawned. “Do you need to go back to your rooms now?”
“I should.” Severus replied softly. “If, of course, you’re feeling better?” He checked.
Shiloe sighed. “I am. But… I don’t want you to go.” He said quietly.
“I need to, you know that.” The Potions Master said, carding his fingers through Shiloe’s hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with a small smile. “It’s not too long. You can handle it.”
“I shouldn’t HAVE to.” Shiloe whined.
Severus rolled his eyes. “Regardless, I am leaving. I have no choice, as a teacher. I’m sure you understand.”
Shiloe sighed. “Yes. But that doesn’t make it any easier.”
Severus got out of bed. “I can send Black in if that would make things easier for you.” He said, pulling his clothes on as he spoke.
Shiloe shrugged. “You might as well. I need someone to hold me as I sleep. Shiloe do not sleep well alone.”
“Very well. I am aware that you must face certain… Personal demons in your sleep. Sleeping alone is hard for anyone in that situation.” Severus said.
Shiloe burrowed under the covers, nodding in agreement. “Let him know that I’m not going to be up for much tonight, I just don’t want to sleep alone. No Shiloe do.”
Severus chuckled. “Wore you out, did I?”
Shiloe—or the lump of bedclothes he was under—merely hummed in affirmation, falling asleep.
*****
Shiloe growled, throwing the note from Severus down in front of Draco and glaring at the blonde. “What is your Godfather playing at?!”
Draco picked it up and read it.
        S,

                I will not be coming to the evening meetings you hold for the foreseeable future. I regret the way I treated you, and I need some time to myself to think a few things through.
        Sincerely,

                SS
Draco snorted and set it back down, then shrugged, picking up his Firewhiskey again. “Don’t know. Why?”
Shiloe growled, sitting down across the table from him and knocking back the rest of his drink before refilling his glass. “Because he’s being a fucking arse!” The agitated teen shouted.
Neville giggled from his seat on the couch, squished happily between Cedric and Sirius. “He’s ALWAYS a fucking arse.” He informed Shiloe.
Draco sighed. “You both know that he IS my Godfather? I owe the man my loyalty. I can’t honestly sit here and listen to this.”
Shiloe snorted. “Oh? And what do you plan to do about it? It’s the truth. He IS always a fucking arse, at least to the Gryffindors.” He pointed out.
“Well, I’m sure he has his reasons. And besides, he’s in a bit of a tight spot, here. He’s never had to set aside his morals before, and he’s got strong ones. He’s NEVER slept with a student before you. I can’t imagine he’s taking it too well.” Draco told Shiloe.
“He needs to realize that I’m a rare case. I NEED him around. He can’t just ignore this, or I could die, slowly.” Shiloe said softly, staring into his drink. “You’re all my anchors for a reason. He’s got a purpose here, and without my bond to him being nurtured, I will suffer. It’s not something we like to admit, for obvious reasons, but a Shiloe’s health hinges on that of their anchors and frequent contact with the anchor. If he draws away from me now, my powers will become more erratic, and I won’t be able to concentrate as well, either.”
Sirius growled. “Why should you need that bloody git when you have us? Aren’t we enough?”
Shiloe turned to him, an irritated eyebrow raised. “Obviously NOT, or he would not have been an anchor at ALL. And I still have four more anchors to find, as well. Three of whom have frail bonds that can be denied without harm to me, meaning that they are not well-known to me, but they are people I have met once before, at the very least. My core has tested them at least once, but no more than thrice. I already know the identity of one.” He finished, sharing a knowing glance with Draco.
Sirius couldn’t decide whether Shiloe was looking at Draco or Blaise who was sitting next to the blonde, so he settled for glaring faintly at them both. “Well, who is it?” He demanded when Shiloe did not continue.
“I don’t see that you need to know just yet.” Shiloe said lightly. “You can find out when he arrives, or I am able to arrange a meeting with him somewhere. After all, if you don’t approve, I’d rather have the fight when it actually BECOMES an issue, thanks.”
“I’m your Godfather!” Sirius protested. “You HAVE to listen to me!”
Shiloe chuckled. “Wrong. You’re HARRY’S Godfather. I have no parents, save Harry, in a way. As it stands, I look upon him even as more of a younger brother, of sorts. I am mentally more adult than he in most ways. True, I am not well-versed in dealing with human interactions, but it is not a skill I have ever exercised before. I am better at acquiring and retaining information, I have better planning abilities, and I am able to close off my own conscience for the sake of my safety and that of my Pack. Harry may not be able to kill Voldemort in cold blood, though he must. If he cannot, I am able to do that for him, and I can bear the blood staining my hands without a second thought. My first instinct is to protect those that are mine at any cost, no matter how many lives I must take to do so. Did you know that a Shiloe’s first kill is usually the ones that harmed them in the first place? If I had been in Little Whinging when I first manifested, my first act would have been painting the inside of the Dursley’s house with their filthy Muggle blood.” He finished with a sneer.
His anchors all seemed to be a bit afraid of him after his heated rant.
Sirius was the first to regain his tongue. “Um, Shiloe, you realize that Lily was a Muggleborn, right?”
Shiloe smirked. “Oh, but she had magic. That gives her worth. Muggles are useless to Shiloe. We don’t hate them on principle, most of the time we just ignore them. We can’t use them as anchors, we can’t ever form a pack-bond with them, they’re just THERE. No magical core to latch onto, in any circumstance, so why even pay them any mind at all?” He shrugged. “We just don’t see any point in them even existing.”
“D-d’you think You-Know-Who’s… Doing the right thing?” Neville asked in a whisper that carried in the otherwise silent room.
Shiloe looked disgusted. “Merlin, no! What’s the point in killing something that’s as much a threat to you as the shade of lipstick your latest date chose to wear? It’s stupid to kill something that’s not going to hurt you. Muggles are like bugs: Some are ugly, some are pretty, but none of them are really dangerous, nor are they useful.”
“Well, they do have some pretty powerful weapons now.” Sirius pointed out.
“That can easily be vanished with hardly a thought by any Shiloe, no matter how weak or young.” Shiloe retorted quickly, watching Sirius with smug eyes.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “It’s like there’s nothing that can hurt you-“
“Except losing any of you.” Shiloe interrupted, and a silence fell over the room as all eyes fixed on Shiloe, who was actually flushing as he examined his hands. “If I lose any of you, I descend into madness and die. No exceptions. My anchors are my weakness. And… If any of you chose to reject me, if your heart REALLY turned against me, I’d suffer the same fate. A Shiloe is fully devoted to their anchors, because they are our very existence. We do not live without them.” He sighed. “And that makes us terribly vulnerable, mostly to our anchors.”
Blaise got up and knelt in front of Shiloe, laying his head on Shiloe’s thigh. He fixed his dark brown gaze on Shiloe’s emerald orbs and said, with utmost sincerity, “I will never hurt you. And… I need you.” He whispered the last, so that only Shiloe’s keen ears would pick up on it. Even an Animagus did not have hearing to rival a magical creature’s.
Shiloe smiled widely, pulling Blaise to his feet. “This meeting is adjourned. You can all leave at your leisure, or borrow a room for the night. Go ahead and share with anyone you want to. Have fun.” He told them all with a wink, leading Blaise to his room.
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