Shiloe

Shiloe and Neville entered the castle and lugged their purchases up to the fourth floor with broad smiles.

Sirius and Shiloe now had several new outfits each.

Shiloe had insisted on getting the highest quality trousers and silk shirts, plus Shiloe had purchased new uniforms. His slacks were softer than Harry’s usual uniform, and the shirt was silk rather than cotton. He had gotten velvet robes for the winter and satin for the summer, rather than the cotton ones Harry wore year-round.

He had also insisted on silk boxers and pajamas, getting matching black pajamas for himself, Neville, Draco, Blaise, Sirius and Cedric. He was sure that Severus already had black silk pajamas. The Potions Master struck him as that sort of man, after all. 

Neville had gotten new dress robes in a shade of sky blue that matched his eyes nicely, and Shiloe had surprised him by buying him a new wand, though they had to get it from a less reputable maker than Ollivander, since they had been in Hogsmeade.

Shiloe could see every time Neville did magic that his wand did not fully agree with him. He had asked Neville where he got it and had been furious to learn that it was Frank Longbottom’s wand, not Neville’s.

Neville’s new wand made his spellwork quite a bit more effective, and Shiloe was pleased to note the new confidence his increased power gave the teen.

They got to the entrance of Shiloe’s rooms and got in, hearing Sirius laughing. They found the man sitting on the couch, talking about his days as a Marauder and comparing pranks he had pulled with Godric’s tales. Both men had been big practical jokers in their youth, apparently.

“Alright, here.” Shiloe handed Sirius four bags full of clothes and a few other things Shiloe had decided Sirius needed.

Sirius looked shocked. “Thanks.” He said in shock. “How much did all this cost? I’ll pay you-”

Shiloe held up a hand to silence him. “I inherited the Potter vault, remember? It was a pittance, really. No need to pay me back, consider them a gift. Really, it’s so I don’t have to look at THOSE rags anymore. You’re burning them once you change, of course. Go get dressed as befits your station.” He ordered.

Godric got up and followed him, shooting a grin back at Shiloe.

Shiloe sighed. “I think Godric has a crush on my anchor.” He said wearily.

Neville laughed. “Well, at least Sirius will have a friend to keep him busy.”

“Busy with WHAT, though?” Shiloe asked darkly.

Both teens were silent for a moment, contemplating the pranks the two of them might come up with, when left to their own devices.

“Okay, yeah, this could be bad.” Neville finally admitted.

After a few more moments, Sirius came out in grey trousers and a navy blue silk shirt, his eyes wide. “All those clothes are top-of-the-line. They HAD to be expensive.” He said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude.

Shiloe waved a dismissive hand. “I told you, it’s a pittance. Do you like them?” He asked.

Sirius smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“That’s all that matters to me. I’m sure Harry will agree. I’m glad you’re an anchor. He needs you around.” Shiloe said.

Sirius strode confidently toward them, stopping right in front of Shiloe. “Really, thank you. Now I truly feel worthy of the anchor bond.” He said, and then claimed Shiloe’s mouth, kissing him deeply, letting him feel every ounce of love and gratitude Sirius held for the teen.

Shiloe smiled when Sirius pulled away. “Remind me to buy you clothes more often if I get kisses like THAT in return.” He said, making both Neville and Sirius laugh.

Suddenly, there was loud knocking on the door.

Shiloe opened it to find Hermione glaring at him reproachfully, Ron behind her with an apologetic look on his face.

“Dinner started fifteen minutes ago. We waited for you, and you didn’t show. So we came here.” She stated. “May we come in?” She asked, her voice crisp and disapproving.

Shiloe sighed and let them in. “We have guests.” He told the other two.

Neville and Sirius grinned at the new arrivals.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Sirius. “You look very nice in those.” She told him.

Sirius gave her a roguish grin, and she blushed faintly. “Thank you, Ms. Granger.” He said in a flirtatious tone.

“Hey! You’re mine! Stick to the anchors, or I’ll make sure you never have sex again.” Shiloe warned.

Hermione turned to face Shiloe down. “And YOU! We’re going to eat with you tonight.” She said.

Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “ARE you? Do you know exactly what it is that I… EAT?” He asked with a smirk.

Ron blushed. “Um, Hermione, he doesn’t need food, remember? He gets his energy from blood and sex.” He said in a stage whisper.

Hermione flushed. “Oh. Right. Well, we’re eating here, if you aren’t coming to the Great Hall.”

Shiloe sighed. “Fine by me.” He said, gesturing to the table. “Just tell the table what you want, give it a few minutes, and your dishes will appear for your dining pleasure.” He said. “While you four eat, I will be getting changed and putting away my clothes.” He finished, walking into Salazar’s rooms.

*****

“Time to leave.” Shiloe told Hermione and Ron firmly as they finished their meals.

Hermione frowned. “Why? It’s only a quarter till six!”

“That happens to be the time all my anchors will arrive, as well. I’m not ready for you to know who they are yet. And if you don’t leave now, you won’t EVER know.” Shiloe snarled.

Sirius stood up, wrapping his arms around Shiloe comfortingly. “You two should really leave. NOW. He’s ready to defend their identity physically. You pushed too far. Get out quickly.” He said.

Hermione and Ron left, Hermione sighing heavily as she pulled the door shut behind her. Sirius stepped back, letting go of Shiloe with a sigh of relief.

He went to sit in one of the chairs and continued talking in low tones to Neville, who was responding eagerly. ‘They must be talking about Herbology.’ Shiloe mused, walking over to the door.

He paced for a few minutes, waiting for Blaise and Draco to show up.

Blaise and Draco came through only a few minutes early and Blaise stopped for a moment to scent the air, and then looked around curiously. Shiloe had a suspicion that he was going to ask why Ron and Hermione had been there, and he looked at the teen pleadingly to prevent the question.

Blaise just shrugged, wrapping his arms around Shiloe’s waist and cuddling up to him as he looked at Sirius. “He’s canine.” He observed softly. “Not wolf, though. Animagus?” He guessed.

“Yeah. Good nose.” Shiloe said with a smile, tapping said nose affectionately as he seated them both on the couch.

Blaise smiled happily at the praise.

Draco hummed, throwing himself onto Sirius’ lap. “Good evening, Cousin.” He said easily, smiling up at him. “You’re much more attractive all cleaned up.” He added.

Sirius smirked. “And you’re still as pretty as any girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Your tongue is going to get ripped out if you keep calling me PRETTY.” Draco told him sweetly.

Shiloe snorted at the exchange.

Sirius ran his fingers through Draco’s hair and Draco’s eyelids dropped to half-mast, as he sighed happily.

The door opened once more. “…And, I expect the Tasks will be less dan…” Severus stopped what he was saying to Cedric, and his eyes narrowed. “Black.” He spat.

Sirius smiled widely. “Snivellus! What brings you here?”

Shiloe shot a silencing spell at Sirius, then, for good measure, silenced Severus as well. “Children?” He said to get their attention.

Both men turned their glares on him, and Shiloe responded with a saucy smirk. “Play nice, or you’ll never get laid.” He finished, removing the spells.

Sirius huffed and Severus took a seat, slowly, glaring daggers at Sirius, but thankfully keeping his mouth shut.

Cedric just raised his eyebrows and sat. “SIRIUS Black?” He asked.

“He’s innocent.” Shiloe explained. “If you want more information, you can ask him, I’m not going to tell the story right now.”

Cedric nodded. “I trust you, so I’m not too concerned about the explanation.” He said.

Shiloe hummed and kissed Blaise deeply, pushing him down into the cushions of the couch.

Blaise whimpered into the kiss and Shiloe chuckled. “Do you want me tonight?” He asked.

Blaise flushed. “I… A bit, but…” He dropped his eyes to Shiloe’s lips. “I don’t know that I’m quite ready yet.” He answered.

Shiloe smiled gently, stroking Blaise’s cheek.

Blaise sighed, his eyelids drooping slightly at the calming touch.

“I will never force you.” Shiloe said softly. “That is not our way. I will let you become accustomed to me in your own time, and I am prepared to be exceptionally patient in your case, as the fate you are faced with was not your choice. Both you and I know that I will eventually have you. When that happens is not a concern for me. I will love you just as much if it’s now as I will if it’s in ten years.” He finished.

Blaise nodded in understanding. “I know. It will be soon. I know that much. But I don’t think the time is now.”

Shiloe nodded. “Then it’s not yet time. When the time does come, you will know. It will be undeniable.”

Blaise nodded and moaned softly as he was thoroughly kissed again.

Cedric got up to join them on the couch, leaning over Shiloe to kiss the nape of his neck.

Shiloe growled and raised his head at the kiss. “Merlin, do that again.” He whispered, as Blaise locked eyes with Cedric over Shiloe’s shoulder. They smiled at each other as Cedric sucked at the patch of sensitive skin and Blaise ground his hips upward against Shiloe’s hardness, the two sensations causing a helpless whimper to escape Shiloe’s parted lips.

Only Sirius noticed the narrowing and darkening of Severus’ ebony eyes. He held back his anger at the desirous stare, reminding himself that Shiloe needed the greasy git in order to live.

Cedric blew a hot breath over the damp skin, the breath carrying whispered words with it. “Want you so much.” He whispered.

Shiloe pulled himself off of Blaise’s body and felt himself being seated on Cedric’s lap, not totally sure how Cedric had managed to shift him so easily. ‘Ah, that’s right, malnutrition tends to make one small and light.’ He remembered bitterly. All thought left him when Cedric began stroking him over his clothes.

Shiloe sighed and leaned his head back against Cedric’s shoulder as Blaise shifted to watch them easier.

“Take it out.” Shiloe whispered.

Cedric’s hand stilled. “In front of everyone?” He asked in a quiet tone as well.

Shiloe moaned. “Fuck, yeah.” He breathed, his eyes closed and breathing shallow in his excitement.

Cedric gulped as his breathing increased as well and his slate-grey eyes widened in shocked arousal. He quickly opened Shiloe’s trousers and pulled out his erection, stroking it for all his anchors to see.

Severus inhaled sharply and averted his eyes, but Cedric smiled at the way his smoky eyes seemed drawn to the displayed cock, flicking back despite the man’s obvious reservations about watching ‘his student’ being stroked.

Sirius was watching avidly, his own hand reaching down to stroke Draco, who batted it away with a hissed “We’re related, you pervert.”

Sirius smirked. “So?” He asked, and made another attempt for Draco’s cock.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes, but let Sirius stroke him. Honestly, if he was going to be offered relief while watching THAT, he was going to take it. He wasn’t too fussy about where the relief was coming from.

Neville and Blaise’s eyes met, and Neville shrugged, beckoning Blaise over.

Blaise got up and straddled Neville, both of them shifting a bit to get comfortable in the chair before their lips met and Neville began grinding himself upward. Blaise moaned, glad that his wolf wasn’t going to restrict him to sex with Shiloe only. Neville felt off a bit, but it was still arousing and pleasurable to be touched by the teen, and judging by the little whimpering moans Neville was vocalizing, he was enjoying the feelings as well.

Severus looked around at the three couples and sighed. “I can see that this has degenerated into a full-blown orgy. Shall I take my leave now?” He asked.

Shiloe moaned again, and opened his eyes to lock them onto Severus’ as he smirked. “You could stay and join in if you’d like. There’s room in my bed for three.” He thought for a second, then added, “Or more.”

Severus sniffed. “I rather think not. Good evening, gentlemen.” Several moans answered him as he got up to leave, glancing one last time at Shiloe’s exposed cock before he left.

He was going to need to take a long shower before bed after that erotic visit.