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Sebastian/Ominis: Parseltongue Ficlet 18+ Mature

Hi! heres a fic piece on Ominis speaking parseltongue, and teaching it to sebastian. also yummy arguing, sebastian jealous he's not his class partner, fluff- crazy stuff! no smut in this but mentions a lot of adult stuff

also! heres the audiobook! 25 minutes of full generated narration by sebastian and ominis with ambience! its not perfect but ive sunk many many hours collecting and perfecting the ai, still doing it, i really hope you guys enjoy it <3

without further ado!

this is part 6 of my bigger fic thats SUPER explicit, they are of age and nearing graduation

the full audio book in way better quality is also available here!

For a couple days, Ominis hadn’t met or heard Sebastian anywhere. He had left him in the showers, dumbfounded and a complete mess. He was just glad he knew a drying charm that worked well enough to stop his only clothes from dripping everywhere.

He was confused, how he and Sebastian had done such a thing, then vanished so quickly. He had his first kiss stolen by him. Ominis brushed his fingers against his bottom lip slightly, thinking about how amazing the experience was. He was against a corner in the Transfiguration courtyard, feeling safe with the confines of the stone hugging his sides. He couldn’t believe Sebastian sucked him off, wanked in front of him even. It was almost everything he had ever dreamed of. It felt like it happened so fast that he couldn’t even really drink in every detail, like a fever dream. Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

Today, though, they had class together. Ominis thought in some way, the distance was nice. For two days felt so far away from the encounter, and it was easy to stay present. He felt a bit mourning for the calm that was there when Sebastian wasn’t around. When he was there, he was always feeling stressed and nervous. He hadn’t felt like he needed to write, much to his surprise. Usually, there was always something bogging his mind that he had to get down, such as his bad habit of his masturbation fantasies. For so long, it was a distraction from his terrible insomnia, dreaming of enthralling and unrealistic scenarios to escape to. Now, it was only the throbbing sting of the much too familiar, vivid nightmares of his past that shook him awake every night, lingering behind him. Thinking of which, he would need to catch a nap later, he thought.

Ominis heard the chatter of students entering the classroom, and he brought himself to stand, being sure to swipe away the dirt from the back of his robes.

He found his seat, feeling around for the neck of the chair before sitting. He heard someone shifting next to him, fluttering of paper and the thud of a book. Somehow it was familiar.

“Ah, it’s you.” Ominis said with a polite smile, recognizing his friend. He had to have been highly inattentive to not notice before he found his seat…he must have really been losing it, he thought. That powerful, archaic magic radiated off of them like two magnets bumping one another.

“Ominis, what a delight! You wanted to sit with me?” They chuckled. Ominis thought they were always quite cheerful and level headed. It really was a pleasure to talk to them, he hadn't been with them in a while.

“If that’s what you’d like to think,” Ominis turned his head, teasing with a brow. “You’ve been busy with your studies. Didn’t think one would be carrying a book to Transfiguration this close to our commencement. You truly are quite the desperate contender.”

They laughed at that, patting Ominis’ shoulder. His humor was familiar between them, and their hand that rubbed at his shoulder was warm and friendly. Ominis couldn’t help but chuckle, himself, leaning an arm on the desk.

“You know I’ve always been behind. Weasley’s been up my arse about the exams. I…really miss Fig.” They said, playing with a page in the book. Ominis nodded at that, remembering how it felt to lose such a brilliant mentor. “But! I’ve got to work twice as hard to be even at the level you possess, Ominis! I wonder how different it would have been to have magic early on, like you did.”

“Maybe not…you’re expected of more when your magic exposes itself too early, especially in a pureblood family.” Ominis explained, sad memories vaguely brushing his mind. “Though, I should think you are in a better place, having the safety of the school at your back, and your power…it’s really very strong, and learning all that you have in a short time. It is impressive, I must confess.” Ominis was much too honest, they thought, receiving a compliment from him was such a rare occasion.

“Everyone, everyone, now, quiet down! Quiet,” Professor Weasley called, tapping her wand on her desk as she got up to pace the room, blunt heels thocking at the hollow wooden floor. “Please- Oh, put that away. We’ll have none of that.” She pushed her wand at Garreth. He rolled his eyes, packing up the boxed whizzbees, fizzling pathetically as he closed it.

She flicked her wand at the door, but something wouldn’t budge. The students turned their heads.

“Oh, Mr. Sallow. How nice of you to join us.” She said with disapproval, twisting the tip of her wand between her fingers. Sebastian rammed his shoulder at the enchantment through the door as it tried to close.

Ominis’ eyes flickered toward the sound, not moving his head.

“Yeah- whoo, glad to be here!” Sebastian said, heaving out half a lung from running all the way there. A couple students snorted, it being a familiar sight.

His eyes caught Ominis, the top of his head seeming quite aloof with his entrance.

He looked around, finding the only seat right at the front…with Everett. He shut his eyes, sighing as he made his way to that chair. He noticed Ominis hadn’t saved him a seat. How rude, he thought, after all that?

“Ahh, we’re all here. Excellent.” Weasley started, grabbing the sides of the podium. “Today’s quite the treat. We’ve finally made it to another spellcasting activity today, and it IS a quiz, so that’ll mean closed books!” She nodded at her mentee, in which they reluctantly closed their field guide.

“When one’s trapped with limited options, we must be inclined to be creative. You might have all noticed the piece of Flitterbloom on your desks. Not to worry, they’re tame.” She moved to the center, looking to the nearest desk where Everett and Sebastian were. She pointed her wand to the sliver of a green tendril that wiggled in place.

“Let’s assume we’re stuck, caught with Flitterbloom. We’ve got nothing else in the room. We need an inanimate object. What do we do when transfiguring not a living thing, but a magic driven plant? Your intentions must be clearer than ever.” She whisked at Everrett’s piece, it sinking into a rope. “How about a rope? Or a key?” It continued to shift. “You’ll not want to be distracted, or it will deform with the intention behind your cast. Now, you all try. The more useful the object, the more points. Everyone partner up!”

The room started to shift, everyone switching tables and finding other classmates.

Before Everett could speak, Sebastian shot up, making a beeline for Ominis’ table.

“…Well there’s quite an interesting passage I found in the next chapter that might work!” They explained.

“Brilliant-“ Ominis replied, before being cut off.

“Hey. Ominis, let’s team up.” Sebastian said, looking at him expectantly.

“Hello, Sebastian, are you…?” The friend greeted him, looking between the two.

Ominis’ avoided turning his head, keeping towards his partner. His expression was unreadable. “I’m already with someone, as you can see.” He said simply. “Sorry, Sebastian.”

Sebastian didn’t move, looking at him expectantly, as if he were to change his mind.

“…Right.” Sebastian finally let it go after an awkward pause, nodding reluctantly. He then turned, taking slow steps before plopping down back next to Everett.

“…Is something going on? What was that?” The friend asked genuinely, a bit worried at the tension.

They didn’t even know the half of it.

“I appreciate the concern, really, but I don’t wish to talk about it. We’re fine, so please, no need to worry.” Ominis reassured them, offering pursed lips.

The friend nodded, trusting his words. They continued their conversation, catching up as they brainstormed their transfiguration. “How about a ladder? Maybe we could escape from a window. You go Ominis!” They said, trying to get Ominis from resting on his arm.

Ominis loosened up, tilting his wand where he could hear the Flitterbloom moving about. He imagined a rope ladder, then swished his wand at it with precision. It almost shot out of the table, dealing out on the floor with an impressive clatter. “Wow, incredible!” The friend laughed, clapping at how amazed they were by Ominis’ quick ability to conjure so much at once. Ominis couldn’t resist smiling with them, their laughter was contagious. But their laughter fell as bit as their gaze was caught across the room, and they thought for a moment that Ominis should be glad that he couldn’t see the way Sebastian was staring at him.

Sebastian was eyeing daggers into Ominis’ head, not wanting anything to do with the assignment. He was tapping his fingers on the desk, not facing Everett at all.

Why was he acting like nothing happened? What he pulled on Sunday was incredible! Or so he thought? He waited two, painstakingly long days just for this? What was his deal? He was sure Ominis would be desperate, putty in his hands by now, begging for attention. But it was like he didn’t even care! What nerve! Sebastian pouted hard as he tongued the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t stop his knee from bouncing like crazy as the befuddled thoughts flew through his head.

“…Do you want to try? I think it might be better if you start…I don’t think I’m ready…” Everett asked, obviously being ignored. He had been trying to get his attention for a while. “Er, Sebastian? Do you want to have a go?”

“What, Everett?!” Sebastian snapped, wincing at his badgering.

“What? I’m just asking you about the assignment.” He replied, gesturing toward the Flitterbloom.

Sebastian couldn’t suppress an agitated sigh.

He was trying to rack his mind for transfiguration, not remembering it too well. He had been reading the old books he put on hold for forever the last couple of days, along with a healthy amount of studying the art of hexes. He really was reading it for educational purposes, of course. He couldn’t stop thinking about Ominis, and all his forbidden studies that were anything but schoolwork. He shook his head, trying to avoid looking in his direction and focusing on the assignment.

“Ah, okay. Um, what do we need? A rope?” He asked. Everett nodded, gesturing to the moving plant piece. Sebastian shook his head, raising his wand. He stared long at the wiggling Flitterbloom, hypnotized by its moving shape. He took a deep breath. Just cast it, get this over with. Just cast it!

He whipped his wand at the moving vine, with a loud snap, he cursed under his breath, his hand was stung by a recoil. The vine convulsed and grew, bobbing upwards, transforming into a rattlesnake on their desk.

“AHH!” Everett screamed, falling to the floor in his chair. He caught the rim of his glasses, staring at the snake slinking around his textbook.

Sebastian gripped his wand tightly, shocked and stark still as he watched its head turn towards him, those slit eyes focusing on his. The snake shook its tail, and showed its fangs as it released a threatening chitter from its limb.

Ominis whipped his head around, startled by the noise. Someone was speaking to him. He shot up from his desk, hearing the sudden instances of spitting breaths. Who was that?

“What do you think you’re doing? Leave that student be, they’re of no harm!” Ominis said. He had slammed his wand to the table, not having any of it. He easily forgot he was baring his teeth in a series of inhuman hisses. It was a snake. It seemed very threatened and ready to attack.

“I was conjured, apologies.” The snake fluttered its tongue in a reply, retracting its sails and resting back on its body.

Everyone in the room was staring at Ominis. Sebastian’s jaw was on the floor.

Ominis blinked a bit, feeling very on edge all of the sudden. His eyes shifted around, already feeling very insecure. His partner next to him brought a hand to his robed forearm, pulling him to sit and hopefully calm down.

Natsai whipped her wand from behind Sebastian, quickly transfiguring the snake into a folding ladder. He turned, making eye contact with her. Natty shot him a worried look, then retracted her wand.

Professor Weasley was not pleased, to say the least.

“…Points off, Sallow.”

As soon as Weasley dismissed them, Ominis was racing out of the room, practically chasing after his own wand in a panicked speedwalk across the courtyard.

The friend was next to the archway outside, holding a clenched hand at their side, not sure if they should go after Ominis. They turned around, hearing the ruckus inside the classroom.

“Sallow! Sebastian Sallow, a WORD please!” Weasley yelled, demanding after him to no avail.

In his escape, Sebastian put a hand on their shoulder.

“I’ve got it,” he said, nodding at them affirmingly. The friend still felt a bit bad, but then Sebastian ran off, following far behind Ominis’ trail.

Ominis was huffing, jogging up the stairs with his head hung, his wand tracking the handrails. He was severely lightheaded, and a painful pulsing behind his eyes felt paired with his anxiousness made his body shake uncontrollably. He couldn’t think straight.

“Ominis!” Sebastian called after him, echoes bouncing off of the spacious marble stairway. He accidentally shouldered at some passing students, not suppressing their scoffs in annoyance at him.“Oof, excuse me- sorry- Ominis!”

Ominis’ brows were furrowed, ignoring him. He walked quickly with purpose, hoping to find himself a deep, dark hole somewhere that he could bury himself in, forever.

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that!” Sebastian yelled out, practically sprinting after him. He was seriously out of breath, when did Ominis get this fast? He couldn’t hide his irritation at how easily Ominis was ignoring him. “Unbelievable!”

Ominis slammed his wanded hand on the railing, turning around with his jaw set, seemingly in Sebastian’s direction.

“Don’t give you what?! Do you know what you’ve just done? You’re the one who is unbelievable!” He pointed a finger towards him, yelling back. He was still visibly shaking.

Sebastian hated when he looked at him like that. It was an all too familiar face of disappointment he got from everyone. From Ominis, it always hurts the most. A group of hufflepuffs awkwardly tried to avoid them down the stairs. They shouldn’t be having this conversation here…

“Augh!” Ominis huffed, he threw up his arms, frustrated to no end, the stress overboiling from within. His head felt like it was being pulled in so many different directions, he couldn’t handle it anymore. He continued his run up the stairs, hoping he could escape from the chase.

“Wait, come on, I didn’t mean it!” Sebastian scrunched his mouth up, knowing he fucked up. He ran after him still.

Ominis felt like he couldn’t breathe, ironically feeling very claustrophobic in this huge castle. He needed more fresh air, he thought, remembering the astronomy tower. He knew of a pocket there just used for storage.

“Ominis!” Sebastian finally caught up with him again, jogging up the spiraling stairs of the astronomy tower. “Come on, really- I’m sorry I didn’t know,” Sebastian felt a little bad about snapping at him earlier.

Ominis paused at the entrance of a room on the stairway, already feeling fresher breaths through his nose now that he was high up. He couldn't contain how unbearably upset he was over the whole situation.

“You don’t know what you did. Leave me alone, Sebastian. I’m not talking with you.”

“Why? I really didn’t mean to do that, honest. I just wasn’t focusing right, I didn’t mean to turn it to a snake, Ominis. I don’t think anyone minded.” Sebastian was trying desperately to keep him talking, he would be distraught if he didn’t.

“I don’t even know where to start with you, honestly…” Ominis said under his breath. He made his way into the room, finding the other end with a free railing that was open to the air, the rest of it to the ceiling in draped, unused equipment. Ominis pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, praying that his head would stop throbbing.

Sebastian dropped his hands in defeat, following him in. “I really didn’t know. I was trying to turn it into a rope, but I couldn’t stop thinking about- well, my mind was bogged…I don’t know, alright? I don’t even understand why you would be mad.”

Ominis was almost amused at how unconvincing he was. He almost was driven to think Sebastian did it on purpose, to draw it out of him, but he didn’t seem to have that tone in his voice. Ominis set his lower jaw, sighing as he tried to compose his fuming resentment. “Everyone there heard it, they saw me do it, and it’s your fault. It’s got to be all over the school by now. Do you have any idea how stressful that was? The last thing I want to be remembered as is the evil parselmouth who speaks to snakes for sport.”

“Ominis, I really don’t think anyone thinks that. And if they do, who cares? If anything, people probably think it's cool. I know I do. In fact…” Sebastian scratched at his neck, not sure how to continue.

“In fact, what, Sebastian? Spit it out.” Ominis snapped, thumbing at his wand impatiently.

“…I liked it.”

The room seemed to grow stiff. The wind picked up at Ominis’ robes, causing a bit of a cold shiver to catch him. Sebastian’s heart jumped to his throat, noticing the setting sky framing Ominis, quite the sight.

“When you spoke to the snake…I’m not sure how to say this but, when you speak parseltongue, it made me feel like, er…It turned me on?”

Ominis couldn’t hide his dismay. He turned, eyeing towards him on the floor.

“…What did you say?”

“I liked it when you spoke parseltongue.”

Ominis found it hard to understand. Remembering back on practicing parseltongue when he was young, speaking it in the scriptorium, he was put off with its dark traces. Though, he guessed Sebastian’s interests lined up. Sebastian was too horny for his own good, that’s all it is.

Ominis still was frustrated with all of Sebastian’s hiding tactics, and was quickly growing tired with how much he was messing with his head.

“I don’t understand you.” Ominis said, turning away. He felt a creeping shyness grazing his spine.

“Would you speak it again? I want to hear it,” Sebastian said, drawing closer.

“I don’t wish to use it, no. Now I want you to leave me be.”

He approached until Ominis could feel the breaths on the nape of his neck.

“I’m serious. It’s a great talent, a gift, Ominis, a rare one too. I’m sure anyone would agree.”

“You only say that because of this obsession you have. I really cannot understand why you would want any part in such terrible things. I have lived it, you have lived it. You should know it’s nothing but a grim path with an end in demise.”

Sebastian understood what he was getting at, but he had mastered the art of ignoring his inhibitions, not dipping even a toe in remembering any of the bad things that happened.

“Just because it’s associated with dark wizards doesn’t mean it's wrong, Ominis, like you, with your family. I really do think it’s brilliant.” Sebastian brought a hand to his back, rubbing at it. He really did mean it, Ominis was multitalented. He leaned in, trying to see his face turned away. “Do you think you could teach me?”

Ominis leaned away, not wanting to face him. “Teach me, I want to learn. Shall I transfigure another snake to get you to?” Sebastian chuckled, trying to get a rise out of him. Ominis still wouldn't turn, though his silence was somewhat lighthearted now. Sebastian could feel that he was getting closer. He could vividly remember every time he had heard Ominis speak parseltongue. Sebastian leaned close to his ear.

“Haahsss…” Sebastian hissed in his ear, mimicking his enunciation from class earlier. He assumed it was a word of some kind.

“AH-!” Ominis jolted away, hitting his head on the beam. “Ow- shit! Sebastian!”

Sebastian laughed out loud, feeling a little bad. He rubbed the side of Ominis’ head, trying his best to ease the pain. “I’m sorry! Hahaha- what did I say?”

“I- ugh! I don’t know? Why would you do that?”

“I told you, already- Teach me parseltongue.”

“Oh- you’ll never let this up, will you?” Ominis sighed, pulling at the hair of his eyebrow. “...All right. I’ll teach you something. What would you like to know?” He finally said, crossing his arms in defeat. Sebastian couldn’t repress his excited smile.

“How about ‘let me kiss you again’?”

Ominis rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to say that.”

“Oh, come on. Please?” Sebastian tugged at Ominis’ robe, his sweet tone was hard to resist.

“Fine. Fine! Ugh, um. Ahem. All right, here’s the first part.” Ominis bent his fingers in the air, trying to draw out the timbre.

“Ssaahh, haahhh…” Ominis bared his canines as he hissed. “...saaahsss.” He was moving his tongue to the roof of his mouth with a moving precision Sebastian wasn’t sure he could match. More than that, watching Ominis speaking this to him this close, that sharp sound from his throat had a fluttering heat travel all over Sebastian’s body. It was so fucking sexy.

Sebastian tried to copy, failing miserably. Ominis shook his head.

“It needs the uvula involved. Try again.”

“Ssaahh, haahhh…saaahsss.” Sebastian tried mimicking the way he used his throat. Ominis mouthed along with him, nodding. He paused.

“Ah- urm. That was…good.” Ominis cleared his throat, he was a bit speechless. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest.

Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. He was so glad they weren’t arguing anymore. But also…

“Do you like it?” Sebastian asked, a bit coy. Ominis’ averting eyes looked like glass, reflecting the setting sun over the lake. Sebastian thought he looked stunning.

“…Like what?” Ominis asked, toeing a pebble he found with his shoe.

“My parseltongue.”

“…No comment.”

Sebastian laughed. What could you say to that? He fingered at Ominis’ fidgeting hand, trying to interlace his fingers. He then leaned in, placing a dry kiss over Ominis’ closed mouth.

“Mm-“ Ominis sunk away, his heart fluttering in his chest like mad. The tingles reached the top of his head, suddenly feeling weightless. His fingers against Sebastian’s warm, calloused hand felt like jelly. The kiss was chaste and simple, but it had Ominis’ walls thrown down completely.

Sebastian pulled away, letting his eyes open and drinking in every angle of Ominis’ wanting expression. He brought Ominis’ hand to his face, wanting back that specific feeling of his seeing touch. It was his favourite, and it was only something Ominis could do.

Sebastian was absolutely beaming, with the tips of his fingers he grazed the pinched apples of Sebastians cheeks, the pulled skin from his chin. He slid his knuckles over his scrunched eyelashes, closing his eyes to it as they travelled over his raised, amused brow. Ominis thumbed at his top lip, feeling Sebastian’s exposed gums smiling at him.

“Ssaahh….haahh….saaahhhs…” He could feel Sebastian’s mouth twisting playfully, the edge of the sound his hacking throat made to make the sound took Ominis’ breath away. He knew Sebastian was doing absolutely everything to mimic him perfectly. Hearing it, and feeling his jaw move with his parseltongue had Ominis practically to his knees. He couldn’t explain how particularly fascinating, but also arousing it was to hear. He never knew he could feel this way before.

“I-“ Ominis was breathless. Sebastian placed another last kiss on the side of his cheek, and he let go of Ominis.

“Thanks, Ominis. I’ll see you later.” Sebastian bit his lip, wanting nothing more than to stay. For Ominis, he wouldn’t push him any more today. This was enough for him.

Slowly their fingers lost each other, and Ominis’ hand fell from Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian started to step away.

Before his brain overloaded, Ominis shook it away. He just couldn’t think anymore.

He quickly, and awkwardly grabbed onto Sebastian’s robbed forearm, and pulled him into a harsh kiss, locking their lips together as his wanded hand grabbed the short curls on the back of Sebastian’s neck. He could tell he didn’t really know where Sebastian’s face was, but with his fingers curled at his nape, he quickly found it and tilted his head, fitting like a puzzle piece. He held and pushed into the kiss so much he had Sebastian stepping backwards.

They finally separated, being unable to breathe for so long.

“Haah, ahh…Um, wow.” Sebastian blinked, heaving. He completely floored. He couldn’t move much, for Ominis was gripping his head so hard he stayed in place.

Ominis tried to catch his breath, his blood was pumping so fast he thought he might just implode. His face was painted with a look of a hesitant need. He wanted more so badly.

Sebastian’s astonishment didn’t falter, for when his eyes glanced down, he could see Ominis’ pants were tight.

“Ominis…Er,” Sebastian didn’t know what to say.

Ominis knew that he had to be looking, for him the pressure against his clothes were sending alarming signals to his brain, but he was on a roll and couldn’t think of anything in particular anymore.

“You did this,” Ominis said between breaths. “Now fix it.”

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