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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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Shiloe picked up his shrunken trunk and smiled at Bill and Charlie. “I’ll see you around.”
Charlie hugged him. “Come by for Christmas, I’ll be here.” He told the brunette.
Shiloe shrugged. “We’ll see. I might be able to make it.” He said.
Bill walked him down the stairs. “So, you got that picture Neville sent so I can Apparate you there?” He asked.
Shiloe held up the picture. “Yeah.” He handed it over and walked into the kitchen. “Molly.” He said, getting the woman’s attention. “I’m leaving now.” He said.
She walked over to him and hugged him. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself.” She told him as she released him.
Shiloe smiled at her. “It’s fine, I expected as much. I was prepared.”
“Now, don’t let me keep you. Bill’s taking you to Neville’s house, isn’t he?” She asked.
Shiloe nodded. “Yeah. He’s got the picture now, and he’s going to Apparate me there. I just came by to say goodbye to you.”
“Goodbye, Dear. Don’t forget, you’re more than welcome to come by for Christmas.” She told him.
“I might. I don’t know for sure yet.” Shiloe told her. “I’ve got to go now.” He said, heading back out to where Bill was waiting.
Bill handed him back the picture and held out his arm. “Alright, let’s go.”
Shiloe took his arm, and Bill Apparated.
They landed next to an oak tree, and Shiloe saw that Neville was there, waiting for them.
“Hey, Nev.” He said, as Bill clapped him on the shoulder and left.
Neville smiled at him. “Hi. Um, Gran’s not too happy about this, but she’s inside. She wants to meet you.”
They walked inside and Augusta Longbottom looked over Shiloe. “So, Harry Potter is a victim of child abuse.” She said archly.
Shiloe inclined his head. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“I assume the Muggles in question have been dealt with?” She asked.
Shiloe scowled. “By the ministry, yes. I was already out of their care when I first came Out.” He explained.
Augusta frowned. “Pity. Well, this house is Warded against the ministry, so you can do magic within the house, though not on the grounds. I assume you want to add your own Ward?” She asked.
“If you don’t mind, yes, I would like to.” Shiloe told her.
She nodded. “Neville will show you where they end, and afterward, where his room is. I don’t want to have to hear you two, so please remember to use silencing charms at all times.”
Shiloe nodded to her and led the way out of the house. “She’s not terrible, I suppose.”
Neville shrugged. “She’s got high expectations of me that I don’t quite live up to, but she’s still making up her mind about you. She may get worse. Or better. I don’t know yet, she could go either way.” He explained. Then he stopped. “This is where the Wards end.”
Shiloe turned and regarded Neville for a moment. “When I’m done adding my Ward, we’ll need to have sex.” He told the teen. “And in the state I’ll be in, I won’t be able to top.”
Neville flushed. “Oh. So, you want me to… O-okay.”
Shiloe smiled and cupped Neville’s cheek. “You’ll do fine. Just remember to prepare me well and don’t stint on the lubricant.”
“Alright.” Neville said.
Shiloe knelt down and placed his hands on the ground. “This could take a while.” He warned.
Neville nodded. “I’m going to weed the garden while you do that. It’ll kill some time.”
“Alright.” Shiloe agreed, then set his mind to the Warding.
*****
Shiloe opened his eyes and spotted Neville a few feet away, watching him.
“All done?” He asked, standing.
Shiloe nodded, closing his eyes as the world tilted alarmingly.
Neville came over and helped him stand. “Come on, let’s get you inside. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.” Shiloe assured him softly.
Neville led him up the stairs to his room and helped Shiloe onto the bed.
Shiloe pulled Ducen out, then sighed when the wand immediately responded with, *Master, you do not have enough magic left to cast anything right now. I will not drain you.*
“Neville, I can’t undress myself. You’ll have to do it.”
Neville looked up from his shirt, which he was in the process of unbuttoning. “I know. I’m getting undressed first, is all. Don’t worry.” He assured Shiloe, who nodded.
Neville finished undressing, then carefully removed Shiloe’s clothes, kissing every inch of him as it was bared.
Shiloe moaned, arching as Neville licked and sucked on his nipples. “Neville, really, you’re killing me!”
Neville chuckled, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Shiloe’s cock. “You seem to be in fine health to me.” He quipped, stroking Shiloe.
“For Merlin’s sake, Neville, DO something!” Shiloe begged.
Neville grinned at him. “I AM doing something. But, well, if you insist…” He slid down the bed and took Shiloe into his mouth.
Shiloe gasped and couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, just once.
Neville gagged and pulled away to catch his breath again, then dove back down onto Shiloe’s length.
Shiloe moaned and spread his legs eagerly when a slick finger teased his entrance. The finger slid in and wriggled around a bit before a second one joined it.
Neville brushed against Shiloe’s prostate and Shiloe couldn’t help it—his hips shot up again.
“Sorry!” He panted as Neville pulled away from his length again.
“It’s okay, I understand.” Neville said, smiling as he brushed against Shiloe’s prostate again.
Shiloe closed his eyes, melting into the bed in pleasure. “Fuck, so good.”
Neville added a third finger and began stretching Shiloe, a small frown on concentration on his face. He glanced up at Shiloe. “Is that enough, do you think?”
Shiloe nodded, panting. “Yeah, should be fine. Just lube up well and go slow.” He warned.
Neville nodded, casting a quick spell to lube himself and pushing in. He gasped, stilling and biting his lip.
Shiloe smiled. “Intense, yeah?”
Neville nodded, sliding forward a few more inches before he stopped again. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last.” He panted.
Shiloe chuckled. “That’s fine. You can always finish me off with your mouth. All I really need is for you to come in me.”
Neville giggled, sounding a little hysterical. “Oh, that’ll happen.” He said, pushing forward a bit more before gasping. “Probably pretty soon, too.”
Shiloe sighed, smiling. “Go ahead and let go. Nobody will know, I promise. It’s your first time topping, I hardly expect you to be perfect at it.”
Neville nodded and pushed forward the rest of the way, then stilled. “I think… I think I need a moment.”
“Think cold thoughts.” Shiloe suggested in a teasing tone.
“You think loose thoughts, then!” Neville shot back.
Neville pulled back, pushed forward, and came, groaning as he laid his head on Shiloe’s shoulder. “I tried.” He said in resignation.
Shiloe chuckled. “Listen, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
Neville slid back down and took Shiloe into his mouth, sucking him with abandon.
Shiloe felt a quick cleaning charm before Neville’s fingers—four, this time—were pushing into him, teasing his prostate mercilessly. He moaned, pushing back against those talented fingers.
Neville chuckled around his cock, and he was lost.
After he came down from his orgasm-induced high, he saw Neville propped up next to him, grinning at him.
“So, did I make up for it?” He asked teasingly.
Shiloe chuckled. “You know you did. I love you.” He pulled Neville down for a kiss.
Neville melted into the kiss, moaning happily.
Shiloe broke the kiss. “I missed you.”
Neville laughed. “You were only without me for a week!”
“It was a long week.” Shiloe said.
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the summer? Lucius’ baby is due sometime this summer, right?” Neville asked, absently teasing a nipple as he spoke.
Shiloe nodded. “Yeah, in August. I’ll be at his house when she’s born, it’s tradition for the father to be there. I also have to spend some time with Cedric at some point; I owe him the Triwizard winnings. Harry and I have agreed that since we don’t need it, and Cedric does, he can have the money. He’s going to train as a Healer.”
Neville grinned. “That’s a good career. And that way, we can all go to him for prenatal care. We can’t really go to Madam Pomfrey every time one of us gets pregnant, after all. We have to leave school eventually, and it would cause problems to always ask her for care.”
Shiloe raised a brow. “I don’t know about YOU, but I won’t be going far. Harry’s already been chosen by the Founders as Dumbledore’s successor. Or did you think us staying in the Founder’s rooms was just for show?”
Neville’s mouth formed an ‘o’ of surprise. “I… Hadn’t really considered it, I guess. So, I guess you COULD just go to Pomfrey, then.” He mused.
Shiloe chuckled. “If Cedric chooses to specialize in male pregnancies, he’d be a better choice, but I’m not going to influence his choice in any way. That’s for him to decide. I want him happy, above all else. Just as I want YOU happy. I don’t care what you go on to do, so long as it’s what you truly want. That’s really all there is to it.” He said with a grin.
Neville flushed and his gaze dropped to Shiloe’s collarbone, which his fingers were lightly tracing over. “I… Kind of want to open a nursery, someday.” He told Shiloe, softly.
“A nursery?” Shiloe asked, frowning in confusion.
“For plants. Growing and selling them.” Neville clarified.
“Oh, that kind of nursery.” Shiloe said with a smile. “You’d be good at it. You’ve got a real talent for growing things.”
Neville smiled. “Yeah, Professor Sprout seems to think so. I LIKE working with plants. Well, you know that, already.” He said, blushing. “But Gran keeps wanting me to try harder to become an Auror, like my parents.” He shook his head. “I just don’t WANT to.”
“Then don’t.” Shiloe told him, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. “You’ve only really got yourself to please. She’ll get over it eventually. Besides, you’ve got a real talent that not many people possess. You shouldn’t let it go to waste. We should get up.” He said, leaning in and kissing Neville before getting up.
*****
Shiloe watched Augusta Longbottom, thoughtfully. She seemed to sense eyes on her, as she looked up and met his gaze. “What do you want?” She asked curiously. “I assume you have a reason to be staring?”
Shiloe smirked. “I was considering how best to phrase a request I have, and trying to decide just how much I should tell you in the process. I think I’ve decided, though.”
Augusta sniffed imperiously. “Well, what is it?”
“I have a transaction I need to make, and I was wondering if I could bring Neville with me. We’ll be meeting with another anchor of mine, but we’ll return before dark. I just got a letter from him and was planning on taking the knight bus.” He said, being deliberately vague.
“Fine. Be back before dark, and don’t worry. I won’t pry. Shiloe are rather wont to keep their secrets, after all. If you keep him out after dark, THEN I’ll start prying more.” She finished, aiming a smirk of her own at Shiloe.
Neville came in from outside, smiling. “Alright, all the plants are watered. Did you ask yet?” He asked Shiloe, looking from Shiloe to his grandmother.
Shiloe nodded. “We have permission. Are you ready?” He asked.
Neville nodded. “Thanks, Gran. See you later!” He called, as Shiloe grabbed his hand and dragged him outside.
*****
“Cedric!” Neville waved as they got off the knight bus.
Cedric smiled and waved at them as they drew near. “So, I see you found the place alright.”
Shiloe sighed. “I hate the knight bus. But now that I’m here, I can easily get back here without it, so I suppose it’s all right. We’re shadow-walking back, mind you.” He said to Neville firmly, as he drew a pouch out of his pocket. “I know I promised you the winnings, and I don’t really want them anyway.” He said, handing the pouch to Cedric. “Get your Healer training. It’s all there, and I expect you to apply yourself. I understand that I won’t see you much, but we’ve still got one more year before then. I’ll need to set up a Shiloe Ward around your house, so I DO need your parents made aware of me. Do they know, yet?”
Cedric flushed. “No, not exactly. My father’s still a bit upset that… Well, you know. Rita Skeeter.” He explained, tucking the shrunken pouch of money away.
Shiloe sighed, remembering the unfortunate article she had printed. Luckily, Lucius had reined her in on Shiloe’s behalf afterward, but the damage had already been done.
“Go ahead and tell them that I exist, if you think it will help. They’ll have to know eventually. I’m sure they’ll understand that the publicity was unwanted once they know of me.” Shiloe muttered.
Cedric nodded. “I’ll tell them. Once I get a definite ‘yes’ on the subject of you coming to stay for a bit, I’ll owl you, Shi. I expect to have a bit of trouble with that, so it may be a while, but I’ll work on it, for as long as it takes for Dad to come around.” He chuckled.
Shiloe smiled. “See that you do.”
Cedric smiled at Neville. “You doing okay? Summer going well, so far?”
Neville flushed. “Yeah, it’s been good.” He answered.
Cedric leaned in and kissed Neville, deeply.
Shiloe smiled, watching as a bright red flush consumed Neville’s face. He was quite sure the Gryffindor’s toes were curling.
Cedric raised his head and smiled, tracing a cheek fondly. “I’ll see you around, Neville. Expect my owl within a month, Shi.”
Shiloe nodded, and took Neville’s hand, leading the other teen into an alleyway to find a suitable shadow to use. “Well, that was quite a kiss.” He remarked, noting that Neville’s blush wasn’t fading. “And you seemed to enjoy it rather a lot. Is there perhaps a romance growing?” He teased.
Neville covered his face, groaning into his hands. His ‘yes’ was muffled, but still discernable.
Shiloe chuckled and pulled him close. “Good. You two would suit, I think. Hold on tight, and don’t fight the shadow. We need to travel through it. Think you can do that? Trust me?”
Neville nodded, grabbing onto Shiloe’s arm.
Shiloe stepped, feeling a slight disorientation from the distance, and came out in Neville’s shed, where it was dark enough to support shadow-walking. “Well, not the best location to come out, but it was either this, or your closet.” He laughed.
Neville blinked. “That was weird. I’m not too sure I like shadow-walking.” He commented.
Shiloe shrugged. “It’s better than the knight bus.”
They left the shed and headed into the house.
“Back already?” Augusta asked in surprise.
Shiloe nodded. “We didn’t go to chat. It was mostly me dropping something off and making sure my anchor was aware that I needed to stop by his house later this summer.” He explained.
Augusta nodded. “Good.” She said as Neville came in. “You two get washed up for dinner.”
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