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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47196 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“Sir?” Shiloe ventured, poking his head into the Saferoom.
Lucius was seated in front of the fire, holding a flute of champagne. “Come in, pet.” He said calmly.
Shiloe stepped into the room.
Lucius beckoned him closer with his free hand, then held it up to halt him when he stood a few paces away. “Turn, let me see you.” He said, stirring his finger lazily in the air to illustrate what he wanted from Shiloe.
Shiloe flushed, and slowly revolved for Lucius’ perusal.
“Mm, very nice. You’re lovely.” Lucius said softly, taking a sip of his drink. “Now, strip and I want you on the bed on your back when next I turn around.” He said, gesturing to the bed behind his chair.
Shiloe walked toward it, pulling off clothing as he went. He lay on the bed and watched as Lucius calmly drained his drink and stood, then turned. Shiloe’s breathing picked up speed as he saw a predatory smirk spread across his lips.
Lucius walked over to Shiloe and laid a hand on his hip. He slowly drew the hand up, flicking a nipple as the hand passed it, then bringing it up to cup Shiloe’s face. He bent and kissed the teen breathless.
Shiloe sighed happily as Lucius broke the kiss, the man watching him lick his moist lips avidly.
Lucius quickly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes roving over the naked form in front of him. Shiloe was perfectly suited to his tastes. He was young, slender yet athletically built, pale and dark-haired. He was also proving to be surprisingly submissive. As far as Lucius was concerned, the combination of all those traits boded very well for them, indeed.
Shiloe groaned softly as Lucius let his shirt slide off his shoulders, and then moved his hands to the fastenings of his trousers. “Oh, please, yes!” He whispered when Lucius raised an eyebrow.
Lucius chuckled, removing his trousers and revealing that he wore nothing underneath them.
Shiloe closed his eyes, flushing. “Oh, Merlin, I am SO lucky.” He whispered in glee, before opening his eyes and looking at Lucius’ hard cock. It wasn’t as thick as some of the others he had seen, but what it lacked in girth, it made up for in length. “So, is that all for me?” He asked cheekily.
“Only if you behave, pet.” The blond responded teasingly, straddling Shiloe. He ran his hands over the chest of his new lover. “I think we are both going to enjoy this very much.”
“I certainly hope so.” Shiloe’s voice was breathy as he rode the sensations Lucius was causing.
Lucius pinched a nipple and got a pleasing jerk and a slight hiss from the body beneath him before Shiloe’s hips rolled sinuously and he moaned. Lucius continued with his exploration of Shiloe’s body, dipping his fingertips into the hollow of his navel, earning him a slight giggle and making Shiloe squirm.
“That tickles!” Shiloe protested.
“My apologies.” Lucius grasped Shiloe’s cock and stroked it, then asked, “Does THIS tickle?”
Shiloe shook his head, moaning and thrusting his hips reflexively. “N-no! That doesn’t tickle!” He gasped out.
Lucius smirked. “Oh, good.” He decided, before sliding down the teen’s body to take the throbbing organ into his mouth eagerly.
Shiloe cried out, fingers tangling in Lucius’ hair.
Lucius raised his head until only his lips were still around Shiloe’s cock, then spoke: “Careful, pet. If you pull any hairs out, you will pay DEARLY.” Before bending to his task again. His goal was to make Shiloe either beg or scream for him.
“Guh, Sir, so good!” Shiloe stammered, his hips moving of their own volition. He clung to Lucius’ hair, careful not to pull, knowing that the blond was probably as vain as his son, and the threat was likely not an idle one. Either way, Shiloe wasn’t willing to find out. He whined and whimpered, then gasped and arched his back as a slick finger found its way inside him, surprising him. “Oh, Merlin, Sir, fuck me, please, now, fuck me, or I’m going to come!” He begged nearly incoherently.
Lucius raised his head and added a second, well-lubed finger. “Patience. I will be inside you soon, pet.” He promised, leaning down to kiss Shiloe tenderly as he added a third finger, stretching him out gently.
Shiloe was flushed as his eyes were glazed over in lust, the pupils nearly obscuring the green completely. “Sir!” He whimpered his voice thick with need. “PLEASE, Sir!”
Lucius growled and pulled his fingers out, barely remembering to lube his rock-hard erection as well before he carefully positioned himself and sank into Shiloe’s warm, welcoming heat. “Oh, Merlin, you feel like Elysium itself!” He whispered, and then leaned down to kiss the teen.
Shiloe could feel his own magical core greedily latching onto Lucius’ and siphoning off any excess Darkness collected in it.
Luckily, having Shiloe to absorb the excess would keep both Severus and Lucius from succumbing to the madness the Dark Arts encouraged when used continuously. Shiloe were immune to that madness, as were their Hosts, but they needed the energies the Dark Arts produced nonetheless, to fuel their more destructive abilities.
Lucius gasped as Shiloe’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around the teen, flipping them over so that Shiloe was astride him. “Ride me, pet. Fuck yourself on my cock. I have to see you in all your glory as you come for me.”
Shiloe whimpered helplessly as the sinfully delicious words washed over him. He braced his hands on Lucius’ knees, leaning back, and began to roll his hips. He changed his angle a bit, seeking the stimulation he needed to come, and found it when he leaned forward and braced his hands on Lucius’ chest. He began to ride the man’s cock in earnest, bouncing up and down as small, staccato moans emerged with every thrust that hit his sweet spot just so. “Sir, Sir, Sir!” He chanted, lost in the sensation, before his eyes, which were half-closed in bliss, flew open wide. “Sir, going to come!” He shouted.
Lucius wrapped a hand around Shiloe’s cock and told him: “Yes, pet, come for me!”
Shiloe screamed loudly as he came, toes curling in utter bliss as he felt Lucius hit his peak as well.
Lucius grunted as the satiated and limp body of Shiloe collapsed onto his chest. He chuckled, his arms wrapping around the form as he buried his face in the mass of silken hair. “That was amazing, Shiloe.” He said. “YOU were amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone as responsive as you before.”
Shiloe rolled off Lucius with some difficulty and yawned. “Mm, good. I’d be terribly jealous if you had.” He commented, cuddling against Lucius’ side, smiling as the man’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “That WAS really good, wasn’t it?” He agreed with a smirk. “Are you going to tell Severus how amazing it was?” He asked brightly.
Lucius chuckled. “I might. Do you want me to?”
Shiloe nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes. Let the arse know what he’s missing. Maybe he’ll come to his senses faster. I know he still wants me, the bond is still whole, but he’s not letting it get any stronger by keeping away, and that HAS to stop.” He stated firmly.
“Very well.” Lucius agreed. “I will regale him with tales of our blazing passion and the amazing way you rode me, showing exactly why you are a good Seeker.” He teased, smacking Shiloe on the butt lightly. “Now, do you need to get to bed?”
Shiloe shook his head. “Nah, I told Harry that I was going to have tomorrow.” He smirked. “So, I can sleep here. And I fully intend to.” He finished, snuggling into Lucius’ embrace. “If you don’t mind, of course.”
Lucius chuckled as Shiloe promptly fell asleep. “I doubt I ever will, my beloved pet.” He murmured, laying a kiss on the mop of unruly hair.
‘Merlin and Morgana, how did I ever become so lucky?’ He wondered in giddy happiness totally unbefitting a proper Malfoy.
*****
“Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision,” said Dumbledore. “I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions’ names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber” — he indicated the door behind the staff table — “Where they will be receiving their first instructions.”
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, blue-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. A few people kept checking their watches.
“Any second.” Lee Jordan whispered from his seat, two seats away from Harry.
Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand. “Come on, Angelina!” He whispered under his breath, earning him a bright smile from the black girl a few feet away, who had heard him.
“Thanks.” She mouthed at him.
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm’s length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
“The champion for Durmstrang,” he read, in a strong, clear voice, “will be Viktor Krum.”
“No surprises there!” yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
“Bravo, Viktor!” boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. “Knew you had it in you!”
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone’s attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
“The champion for Beauxbatons,” said Dumbledore, “is Fleur Delacour!”
“It’s her, Ron!” Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a Veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery-blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
“Oh look, they’re all disappointed,” Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party.
Ron snorted. “Well, they came all this way for nothing. Wouldn’t you be?” He asked.
“Disappointed” was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.
When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next.
And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
“The Hogwarts champion,” he called, “is Cedric Diggory!”
Suddenly, Harry was blindsided by a rush of rage so strong his body was trembling with it, as Shiloe’s voice echoed in his head.
‘That stupid, lying, conniving, positively Slytherin BASTARD! I’m going to KILL him! If the Tournament doesn’t do it first, of course! He knew the risks involved, for BOTH of us, and he STILL—What the hell—’ Shiloe broke off, the anger dying down to be replaced with dull confusion as the fire in the goblet turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it once more.
A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out—
“Harry Potter.”
Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed.
“I didn’t put my name in,” Harry said blankly. “You know I didn’t.”
Both of them stared just as blankly back.
At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.
“Harry Potter!” he called again. “Harry! Up here, if you please!”
“Go on,” Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.
Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn’t seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him.
“Well… Through the door, Harry,” said Dumbledore. He wasn’t smiling.
“But, Sir, I didn’t put my name in! I don’t WANT to compete, I’m not even of AGE yet, and—“
Dumbledore held up a hand to silence him. “We will talk in a moment, Harry. Through the door, if you will.”
Harry choked back tears of agitation, heading for the door.
‘We’ll find a way out of this mess.’ Shiloe promised him.
‘Was this YOUR doing?!’ Harry asked Shiloe mentally, the accusation coming through clearly.
Shiloe was silent for a long moment. As Harry walked through the door, his voice sounded again, the tone venomous. ‘I can’t even BELIEVE you would think that.’
Harry found himself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him.
The faces in the portraits turned to look at him as he entered.
He saw a wizened Witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a Wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened Witch started whispering in his ear.
Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire.
Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.
“What is it?” she said. “Do zey want us back in ze Hall?”
She thought he had come to deliver a message. Harry didn’t know how to explain what had just happened. He just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck him how very tall all of them were.
There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.
“Extraordinary!” He muttered, squeezing Harry’s arm painfully tight. “Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen, lady,” He added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. “May I introduce, incredible though it may seem, the fourth Triwizard champion?”
Harry swayed dangerously and had time to see Cedric Diggory stiffen in shock and alarm as everything went black and he fainted.
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