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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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“My MOTHER was your descendant? But I thought she was a Muggleborn!” Harry burst out, staring at Lo in shock.
Lo shook her head. “She wasn’t. I had several squib children with my mates, and all of them left to live in the Muggle world, as there is little for squibs in our world. She was the magic in my line FINALLY reasserting itself, after so long. The other two lines are inherited through your father’s line, but my blood and Salazar’s comes from your mother. I just thought you’d like to know that. There is also another small matter.”
Harry took a deep breath, taking in the information. “What?” He asked, wondering what else the elder Shiloe had to discuss with him.
She trilled a few short notes, and Fawkes appeared in the room. “My familiar,” She said, resting a hand on his plumage, “Has expressed an interest in bonding with you. He can only bond with an heir of the first person he chose to bond with, and he didn’t display any interest in your mother, but he had told me he likes the feel of you.”
“YOUR familiar?! I thought he was Godric’s! Or at least Dumbledore’s!” Harry spluttered in utter confusion.
Lo laughed. “No, Child! He is mine.” She assured him, caressing Fawkes’ chest feathers lovingly. “He served me well, and is very much a beloved companion. Would you like to bond with him? He makes a fine familiar, and you could use his help, I believe.”
Harry turned his eyes to Fawkes, who was studying him intently. “You really want to bond with ME?” He asked the phoenix, who warbled a few notes and flew to Harry’s shoulder, nuzzling his face gently. Harry smiled, feeling a sense of peace flood him as Fawkes trilled a few more notes and settled down to stare at Harry again, at closer range this time.
“He is quite adamant that the two of you bond. He has missed being able to speak to someone, and for all that Dumbledore has learned to interpret his moods well, it is nothing like a true bond with a phoenix. You’d be able to hear his thoughts, you know. And understand when he speaks. He says he’d be willing to bond with Shiloe, too, but why waste a bond when Shiloe ALREADY understands him? He’s much more interested in pursuing this with YOU.” Lo finished.
Harry nodded. “Alright. Is there something special I need to do, or..?”
Lo nodded. “Look into his eyes, and do not be afraid. It will not hurt, but your souls need to be able to connect. Look deep.” She said calmingly.
Harry gazed into Fawkes’ eyes, and the phoenix calmly held his gaze, solemnly staring into his eyes. Harry suddenly felt something tugging at him, somewhere deep inside, and there was a flash of brilliant light, and Harry fell forward in shock as his entire body went lax.
Fawkes took flight, trilling, and Harry heard a voice in his mind say *Finally! I have been waiting to bond again for CENTURIES! Thank you, Harry, for accepting. I think we’ll work well together.*
Harry blinked, sitting back up after he had regained use of his limbs. “Er, yeah. You’re welcome.”
*I need to get back to Dumbledore before he notices me missing for too long. I’d like it if you didn’t tell him of our bond. I want to keep it a secret for as long as we can. Let me have my fun?* Fawkes looked at Harry questioningly.
“All right.” Harry answered, a bit confused.
Lo giggled. “So, you’re going to let him continue trying to gain your approval? He should know by now it’s not going to work.”
*He’ll never learn.* Fawkes trilled in amusement, then disappeared in a burst of flame.
“Shiloe will be happy about this, I’m sure. Fawkes will help to keep you safe. If you need him at any time, just use the mind-bond to call to him, and he’ll be able to come to your side. He can make it through any Wards, so nothing can keep him out. Phoenixes are the only creatures save Unicorns that can even make it through a Shiloe Ward. They’re very useful birds, and extremely intelligent, too.” Lo finished.
Harry shook his head. “Well, I’m flattered that he chose to bond with me. But what about Dumbledore? Will he still be able to use Fawkes to deliver messages and such?” He asked.
Lo laughed. “Oh, for as long as Fawkes permits it. He’s always known that Fawkes was incapable of bonding with him, but he’s determined to win Fawkes’ favor all the same. Too bad it will never amount to anything. Now, you need to let Shiloe out for a bit. He needs to Feed.”
Harry gaped at her. “You can tell?!” He asked.
Lo raised an eyebrow. “I can sense your magic, Child. Of course I can tell. You’re running low. So let him out.”
Harry felt Shiloe trying to push his way out in response to her prodding, and let the switch happen.
“Thank you. I wasn’t looking forward to telling him I needed out tonight. Now that I am, though, I’ll just get changed and go.” Shiloe told Lo.
“Are you going to visit with your Dark One, Little One?” She asked.
Shiloe rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Yes. He’s really my only option right now.” He headed into Salazar’s room, changing his clothes quickly and grabbing Ducen, strapping the holster to his arm. Lastly, he took the collar Severus had given him and put it on, smiling as he traced it with his fingers.
He walked back out into the common room and headed for the alcove. He stepped in, picturing the alcove closest to Severus’ rooms and stepped.
He came out in the alcove and walked across the hall to the door to Severus’ private chambers. “Here’s hoping he’s in a good mood.” He mumbled, then strode forward and knocked.
A few moments later, the door opened to reveal Severus, one eyebrow arched. “Oh, it’s you.” The potions master said, walking away from the door.
“Hello to you, too.” Shiloe said, taking the action as the invitation to enter that it was, closing the door behind him. “I need to Feed.” He told the man.
Severus sighed. “And why does this not surprise me? What have you been doing this past week?”
Shiloe gaped at him. “Besides the almost constant switching during my gaining the immunity, you mean? Because you can’t honestly think that was EASY on my magic levels.”
“Right.” Severus rubbed at his temples. “My apologies, Shiloe. I am a bit tense at the moment. The Dark Lord has called meetings twice this past week alone.”
“You haven’t gone, have you?” Shiloe checked, alarmed.
Severus shook his head. “I dare not. I am far too close to you, if my Occlumency shields were to slip for but a moment… No, I am no longer a viable option for spying. Dumbledore has agreed that I would be more useful were I to stay here and teach Harry Occlumency and dueling.” He explained. “Although I am sure he has his suspicions of why I made the suggestion. He may know that I am an anchor. If so, he is looking the other way for us.”
Shiloe gritted his teeth. “I’m pretty sure he knows, then. Much as I hate it, there’s not much we can do, is there?”
“Knowing him as I do, I’m sure he’s looked into Shiloe extensively. He’s no doubt aware that at least one of your anchors needs to be a Dark Arts user. Knowing that, I’m sure he’d rather I be that anchor than some of the other options out there. At least I am his man. He knows this.” Severus said.
“Well, so long as he doesn’t do anything to endanger you, I’m fine with him knowing. My only loyalty is to Harry. I couldn’t care less about that old man.” Shiloe snapped. “He’s just a nuisance.”
Severus looked at Shiloe in surprise. “You don’t like him? Why?”
“He was the reason Harry was sent to live with those horrible Muggles, even though he begged to stay here over the summer after his first year here. If that isn’t a cry for help, I don’t know what is. Plus, he took the Dursleys out of my reach. I’ll never forgive him for that.”
“I’m sure it was for your own good. Besides, didn’t they get turned into House-elves?” Severus asked. His lips gave a barely noticeable twitch.
Shiloe smirked. “They did. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me, but it’s a start.” He replied. “As lovely as discussing them is, it’s not why I came here.”
Severus chuckled. “Right. Your ravenous sexual appetite brought you here.”
Shiloe shrugged. “If that’s how you want to look at it, yes.”
“My bedchamber is this way.” Severus said, leading them into the bedroom, which was dominated by a large four-poster with dark green covers and hangings.
Shiloe smirked. “So, have you ever tied someone to your bed?” He asked Severus.
Severus chuckled. “No, though I am not entirely averse to the idea. Do you want me to?”
“Mm, it could be nice.” Shiloe said, licking his lips. “I think I like the idea.”
“I think you’d better undress and get on the bed, then.” Severus told him.
Shiloe smiled. “Yes, Master.” He said, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off.
“Slower, if you please. I’d like to watch you.”
Shiloe looked over his shoulder to see Severus staring at him, arms folded over his chest. He smirked and unstrapped the wand holster, laying it on the nightstand.
“I’m glad you have the sense to use a holster.” Severus told him. “Does Harry use it as well?”
Shiloe shook his head. “No. He just keeps his wand in his pocket.”
Severus sighed. “I will talk to him about that. Continue.” He prompted Shiloe, who smiled and bent to remove his shoes and socks, then unbuttoned his trousers.
He slid them down and stepped out of them, then turned to face Severus. He slowly slid down his boxers, watching Severus’ eyes darken as his cock was bared.
Severus licked his lips. “Get on the bed.”
Shiloe smiled. “Yes, Master.” He said softly, then climbed onto the bed, laying in the middle of it.
Severus walked to the edge of the bed and pulled out his wand. “I want your hands above your head and legs splayed.” He said.
Shiloe quickly assumed the requested position.
Severus conjured silken ropes, tying his hands together above his head, securing them to the headboard and tied his legs to the posts at the foot of the bed.
Shiloe tugged on the ropes.
“You’re secure?” Severus checked.
“Oh, yes, Master, quite secure.” Shiloe answered.
“Good. And are they comfortable? You’re not in any pain?” He checked.
Shiloe shook his head. “No pain, Master. They’re comfortable.”
Severus nodded and began to unbutton his robes.
Shiloe watched him, licking his lips. He wanted to touch Severus, but being tied up like this was a delicious torture in and of itself.
Severus removed his robes and shirt, and laid them aside.
Shiloe groaned and closed his eyes. “Just let me know when you’re naked.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “No, my pretty slave. You’ll watch me, or this ends.”
Shiloe whined, opening his eyes. “But I want to touch you so bad!”
“That’s part of the allure of this type of play. Can you handle it?” Severus asked, toying with the top button on his trousers.
Shiloe huffed. “Fine. I’ll watch. I can take it.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “Yes, I rather thought so.” He said, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off.
Shiloe noted happily that he hadn’t worn boxers that day, and eyed the man’s hard cock. “Is that for me?” He asked cheekily.
Severus palmed his cock for a moment, then smirked. “No, slave. It’s for me. Though I daresay what I do with it will be enjoyable for us both.”
“Oh, I hope so!” Shiloe replied, grinning, as Severus got onto the bed and sat in the V of Shiloe’s legs.
“Now,” Severus leaned over Shiloe, leaning in to kiss him briefly, before leaning back out of range. “What shall I do with you?”
Shiloe groaned. “Anything, Master! I am yours!”
“Yes, you are, aren’t you?” Severus asked, running a finger over the collar around Shiloe’s neck. “This alone speaks to that much.” He leaned down and sucked on Shiloe’s neck right below the collar, leaving a bright red mark. “Mm, that looks good on you. You’ll leave it for as long as you are out.” He ordered.
Shiloe frowned. “But if Dumbledore sees me with a mark, he’ll KNOW!” He protested.
Severus raised an eyebrow. “And? I thought we came to the conclusion that he ALREADY probably knows. His hands are tied in this matter, and he knows that, as well. Besides, I like the thought of you walking around with my mark on your lovely skin.”
Shiloe flushed. “Yes, Master.” He murmured, admitting to himself that he rather liked the idea as well.
Severus mouthed his way down Shiloe’s chest to close his mouth around a nipple, nipping it and soothing the pain away with his tongue, careful not to hurt Shiloe more than he could handle. A little pain could be erotic, but too much would be counter-productive.
Shiloe gasped, arching his back to get closer to Severus’ mouth, moaning lowly at the sensation of hot mouth on his skin. ‘And teeth!’ He mentally added when they closed around his nipple again. ‘Mustn’t forget the teeth.’
Severus’ mouth moved to the other nipple, his fingers coming up to play with the sensitive one his mouth had left.
Shiloe pulled at the restraints again, wondering exactly what had possessed him to ask for them. He liked the thought, but the reality was bordering on torture! He wanted to touch Severus, yet he wasn’t allowed to at all! “Dammit!” He hissed.
Severus raised his head to look at Shiloe. “What was that?” He asked, amusement in his tone.
Shiloe pouted at him. “I want to touch you, Master!” He said.
Severus smirked. “I see. Perhaps I should move on, then?” He asked, his hand closing around Shiloe’s erection. “Shall I take your mind off of your inability to touch?”
Shiloe’s back arched again, and he nodded. “Yes, please, Master!” He cried out, moaning when the hand around his cock tightened and began to stroke him with purpose.
Severus took his time stroking Shiloe, watching his face as it slowly pinked further, the flush traveling from the cheekbones down, turning his neck and even the top of his chest pink as he panted, head thrown back in surrender to sensation. Even Severus had to admit that the boy was delicious, though he would never have touched him had it not been for Shiloe. He took Shiloe’s cock into his mouth, and Shiloe cried out, a full-body shudder wracking his frame. He wrapped his hand around the base of Shiloe’s cock, forestalling his imminent orgasm.
Shiloe sobbed in denial.
“My, my, are we close?” Severus taunted, squeezing tightly.
“Fuck me, please, Master, PLEASE!” Shiloe begged, tears forming in his eyes as he opened them to lock them onto Severus’ eyes. His pupils were blown with lust, and the small ring of green around them was bright and needy.
Severus decided to take pity on the boy, just once. There would be many times in the future he could play with him for hours, keeping him on the edge of release as long as he liked. “Fuck you?” He asked, grabbing his wand.
“Please!” Shiloe repeated.
Severus lubed his fingers and slid one into Shiloe, knowing what he would find. The boy was always so tight. Shiloe had told him about the healing spell he used, and it was a good thing he had, too. Severus liked rough sex on occasion, but he’d never knowingly damage his slave. Submission was a risky thing to give, and Severus had no intention of abusing that trust. He added a second finger, scissoring them carefully, before adding a third and sliding them along the boy’s prostate.
Shiloe whimpered. “Don’t do that, Master, or I’ll come!” He warned.
Severus chuckled, removing his fingers and lubing his length. “We can’t have that, now can we?” He asked, then slid in.
Shiloe moaned loudly, tossing his head and pulling at the ropes binding him. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be asking for any bondage again anytime soon. The need to touch Severus was nearly killing him, and he couldn’t even wrap his arms around the man! It was MADDENING!
Severus saw him pulling at the ropes and chuckled again. “The ropes seem to be bothering you.” He remarked.
Shiloe snarled at him. “They’re TORTURE!” He admitted.
Severus laughed at that. “I see I’ve found a good punishment should you misbehave. Do you want me to untie you?” He asked, grabbing his wand.
“Yes, Master!”
He waved his wand, and the ropes fell open.
Shiloe wrapped his arms around Severus and pulled himself up to kiss the man. “Mm, now I can touch you, Master. Thank you.” He said, kissing him again.
Severus moaned into the kiss, then grabbed Shiloe’s hands and held them above his head. “I still like you like this, you know.” He remarked, chuckling when Shiloe’s legs wrapped around his waist.
Shiloe grinned up at him. “That’s fine, I’ll just hold on to you this way, then, Master.” He replied.
“Brat. I should have left you tied up and at my mercy.” He thrust especially hard with the last word, and Shiloe moaned.
Shiloe leaned back and let himself be thrust into, watching Severus’ face as the man took his pleasure from Shiloe’s willing body.
Severus could feel his release approaching, and he reached down to fist Shiloe’s cock. “Are you ready to come for me?” He asked.
Shiloe shook his head. “Not quite, but keep doing that, and it won’t take long.” He panted.
Severus tightened his hand and quickened his thrusting.
Shiloe managed to free his hands from the one Severus was using to pin them down, and reared up, biting the man on the shoulder as he came.
He fell back as Severus came, and realized he tasted blood.
He looked up at the man, who was panting and staring down at him in shock. “You BIT me.”
Shiloe grinned sheepishly. “And broke the skin. Without my Feeding fangs out. Sorry.”
“Now I’m going to have the imprint of your teeth in my skin forever.” Severus said, then sighed. “I suppose I don’t mind. Making you come so violently that YOU mark ME is quite a feat, after all.” He said, grinning.
Shiloe chuckled. “Yes, it is. Thank you for that.”
Fawkes popped in and dropped a note next to Severus, then flew over to land on Shiloe’s shoulder. “Oh, hello.” Shiloe said to the bird.
“Hello, elder spirit.” Fawkes replied, nuzzling him. “I was wondering when we’d meet again.”
Severus looked at them in surprise. “You speak PHOENIX?!” He asked in shock.
Shiloe shot him a droll look. “Obviously.” He replied. “Better read that.” He turned back to Fawkes. “Don’t you need to be getting back?” He asked.
Fawkes rolled his eyes. “I suppose I should. Goodbye, then.” He said, then disappeared in a burst of flame.
Severus sighed as he read the note. “There’s been an attack.” He said softly.
Shiloe got up. “I’ll leave you to meet with him, then.” He said, dressing quickly.
Severus nodded. “I’ll see you later.”
Shiloe kissed him. “I’ll just let myself out. Bye.” He said, then left. He walked back into the alcove he’d used to get there and stepped out in the one in his rooms. Fawkes appeared and dropped a note into his lap. “Oh, he wants to see me, too?” He asked the phoenix.
“I assume so.” Fawkes answered.
“Alright.” Shiloe opened the note, and scowled. “Well, he’s expecting Harry. Won’t he be surprised?”
Fawkes trilled his amusement and left.
Shiloe stepped back into the alcove and came out near the Headmaster’s office. He spoke the password and entered the office to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, obviously waiting for him.
Dumbledore’s eyes fell on the mark Severus had left, and Shiloe felt himself flush. “Hello, Shiloe.” He said calmly.
There was a knock on the door and Severus strode in, then stopped dead at seeing Shiloe there.
“My boys, I feel the time has come to step up our efforts to fight Voldemort.” Dumbledore said tiredly.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “I agree. And you need a weapon. I won’t let Harry be used that way, but we don’t need to. I can be the weapon you’ll need. Just teach me what I need to know.” He said to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore’s eyes landed on Severus. “I need you to teach Sh-Harry—“
“He knows.” Shiloe said.
Severus turned to him and snapped “Be quiet!”
Shiloe turned to him and waved at his neck. “And where do you think he THINKS I got THIS?!” He snapped. “The secret’s out. If I can handle it, so can you.”
“BOYS!” They quieted at Dumbledore’s shout. “Either way, Severus, you need to teach both Shiloe and Harry Occlumency. I know now that you are an anchor, as that mark rather puts proof behind my guess, and truthfully, this makes things easier. Severus, they will both need to trust you, so I must ask that you be nicer to Harry, at least in private.”
Shiloe smirked. “Oh, he’s been making great progress there already.”
Severus snarled.
“Shiloe, try not to goad him. You’ll only make things harder in the long run.” Dumbledore told Shiloe.
Shiloe shrugged. “Fine. I’ll try. But they really HAVE made great strides.”
“Good, good.” Dumbledore said, nodding. “Shiloe, you’ll tell Harry about the Occlumency lessons, I’m sure.”
Shiloe sighed. “If I must. Although I do have to go to a few more places this summer. And no, I won’t be telling you where.” He added when Dumbledore opened his mouth.
The headmaster stared at Shiloe for a few moments, then sighed. “Very well. Will you ever trust me?”
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “Highly doubtful. And before you ask, no, I will never LIKE you, either. We’ve been over the reason already.”
“Shiloe, you know my hands were tied; I had no choice but to turn them in to the Ministry.” Dumbledore said.
“You took my justice from me.” Shiloe hissed, slamming his palm down on Dumbledore’s desk.
Dumbledore eyed him warily. “It would not have been justice, it would have been carnage.”
“It would have been DELIGHTFUL.” Shiloe corrected him, then stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
Severus cleared his throat. “Perhaps you SHOULD have left the Dursleys for him.”
Dumbledore looked at him in surprise. “Severus, he would have killed them! In cold blood!”
“And maybe we’d be dealing with a more mild-mannered Shiloe now. Plus, would the world really feel their loss? Somehow, I doubt it would have mattered much.”
“Perhaps you’re right. However, there’s little I can do now. What’s done is done.” Dumbledore said sadly. “All I want is for him to trust that I have Harry’s best interests at heart.”
“Shiloe rarely trust. It’s one of the traits they all share. Don’t let it get to you.” Severus advised.
Dumbledore sighed, then shook his head. “On another note, I think I’m getting close to understanding how Voldemort managed to come back.”
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