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It's not like any other love | S.S. | Part 3

— PAIRING: dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian teaches reader Imperio in a more unconventional way, and satisfies some of his own needs at the same time (kisses, he just gives her lots of kisses).

— WARNINGS: needy and touch-starved Sebastian, non-con kisses, and generally an indecent use of Imperio.

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— A/N: It’s been a long time since I updated this fic on tumblr, I’m sorry my dears 😭 These last ones should come in quick succession, so, enjoy!

They were alone in the Undercfort again, where candles flickered around them, and the air was cold and stale. But it was quiet, even in the middle of the day with the whole castle bustling around them. They had about an hour until everyone was done with lunch and they had to go to their next classes, but neither she nor Sebastian could keep from experimenting with this new forbidden magic.

Sebastian first taught her the motion of the spell, coming up behind her to correct it a few times — completely unnecessarily, but he pretended to be a perfectionist about it when it came to her. After all, what other excuses did he have to hold her hand, and feel her against his chest, and nuzzle his cheek against her hair? He thought she didn’t notice, but it was hard to tell whether she was smiling at his veiled attempts at closeness or just focusing on perfecting the cast.

“And the incantation is Imperio,” he whispered in her ear.

“Imperio,” she recited.

“Do you think you can do it?” asked Sebastian as he stepped in front of her.

“I… I guess I could.”

“It’s not the sort of spell you can practice with on a dummy. You need a living target. And as with the curse before, you have to mean it.”

“I understand,” she nodded, but he could hear a tremble in her voice.

He wondered who she ever would want to control, then he thought how lucky her victim would be — to be under the power of her spell, to service her, to be the only creature with whom she shared that side of her, who knew her deepest desires, all those the shameful and illicit things she would only ask for under the compromising and desperate secrecy of an Imperious curse... What would she ask for, he wondered. He’d only ever thought of using it against enemies and turning them against each other, but Sebastian would kill her enemies for her for nothing. So what would she ask for from a friend?

“Do you think you can cast it on me?” said Sebastian without giving it another thought. He was excited at the possibilities the spell now opened up between them — with her shy and reluctant and him desperately in love.

“What!?”

“You can lift the spell at any time… It would be safe,” he said.

She looked doubtfully at him and, although her lips were parted, she said nothing. He hadn’t given it a thought before today, but the sudden idea of her using it on him, of being under the leash of her control, of getting to know her in this way that nobody else could — even for an instant, even without remembering it afterwards although he would definitely try — was far too tempting to let pass.

Would she simply test the limits of the curse? Ask him to move around, to tell her things, to submit completely? Would she ask for secrets she was curious about but didn’t dare admit to? Would she ask him to kiss her? Would she ask him to kneel? Would she…

“Would you cast it on me?” he asked now in earnest, grinning ear to ear. “Come on, I want to see you do it.”

“Alright,” she chuckled, lifting her wand and practising the motion a few times before saying, with her eyes fixed on him, “Imperio!”

Strange, thought Sebastian. He didn’t feel any different.

“Did it work?” she asked, staring at him as he stared back.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “Tell me to do something.”

“J-jump?” He stayed firmly on the ground. “Damn,” she muttered, looking down at her wand as if it could be broken.

“Try again,” he said.

But the best she could muster from her wand were muted sparkles, and saying the spell louder didn’t work.

“Do you really mean it, though?” sighed Sebastian, arms crossed over his chest.

Beyond being disappointed that this wasn’t going as planned, he was disappointed in himself. Was he such an unappealing subject for her? Sebastian had never wanted to be cursed more, but if he had any doubts before, he laid them to rest: she didn’t want him.

“I guess…”

“You guess?” he arched a brow.

“Well, you try it, then!”

Before she even finished saying it, he pulled the wand out of his robe’s pocket, aimed it at her, and, “Imperio!”

The change was instantaneous. Sebastian gasped at just how quick it was, how dangerously easy, how much the same and yet completely different the girl seemed to be in the grip of one blue wisp of light. She stared at him out of milky unfocused eyes, her form relaxed and straightened, and the tense frown of her mouth turned into an easy smile. She blinked lazily at him as if time had no meaning, and she lived only for his words.

Sebastian closed his gaping mouth and, after clearing his throat to make his voice more steady, spoke. “How do you feel?”

“Happy,” she said with the echo of a voice, sounding like her yet not like anything he’d ever heard from her. There was no real feeling behind her words.

Sebastian took a small step forward. “Are you upset with me?” he asked.

“No.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.”

He stopped.

“What?” he muttered. “Why not?”

“You strike me as a bit impulsive,” she answered with a smile.

Sebastian straightened his back, offended, but could think of nothing to contradict her. “And do you dislike that?”

“Sometimes,” she said.

“When?”

“When it doesn’t serve me.”

“Greedy little witch,” he grinned. “What else do you dislike about me?” he continued, stepping closer as she spoke.

“You insult me sometimes and hurt my feelings. You say things that you know hurt me to try and change the way I think. You don’t trust me. You are sometimes dismissive of Ominis and I worry it will —”

“Alright, that’s enough, thank you,” he said, raising his hands. He sighed and paced in front of her, more worried than upset. “So why do you never tell me?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer. “I could try to be different for you. To be nicer, perhaps, or more… gentle, more like Ominis.” And as soon as he said it he regretted it and tensed, unbidden images coming to his mind of Ominis being gentle with her in ways he shouldn’t be, of him touching and caressing and kissing her where he had no right to. Her reply startled him out of his reverie.

“Because I want you to like me,” she said serenely.

Sebastian’s immediate reaction was elation, and then a sense of doubt. Did she speak the truth? Had it really worked? He thought of ways to test the curse’s power, but he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her. He also wasn’t sure how long they could do this for, and when he could do it again, if ever. The thought crossed his mind that she might even be upset with him once released from the power of the spell.

He took her hands in his, holding her cold digits in his warm palm and pulling her gently toward him. She walked as Sebastian walked them both backwards until he was stopped by one of the tall pillars.

“Tell me the truth,” he ordered. “Do you love me?”

“I do”, she said with a happy smile. “I love you.”

She didn’t hesitate to reply, her voice remaining calm and pleasant, resonating in the emptiness of the Undercroft. There was even a sense of relief in her, like months of pressure on her heart lifting as she told the truth that had for so long weight on her mind.

His heart fluttered when he heard it. A rush of pleasure and hope and enkindled dreams made his blood sing and his skin feel electric. Sebastian couldn't help but smile widely as her words echoed in his mind. He looked into the girl’s eyes with passion, with care, with affection, and at that moment wished to give her everything, and take everything from her in turn.

“Tell me what you like about me,” he said. “Better yet, come closer. Whisper it to me.”

And just as placidly as before, the girl leaned in, braced her chin over his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, all while letting her hands be held and warmed in his, their chests beating together, feet entangling on the dusty floor.

“I like how loyal you are,” she started, “and how brave, and how clever, and I like the shape of your lips, and how good you are at duelling, and I like how gentle you can be when you allow it of yourself, and I like your warm eyes, and your voice, and your scent, and the softness of your hair, and how happy you make me, and how determined you are against all the odds you face, and I like how warm you are, and the sprinkle of freckles all over your face, and —”

“Wait,” he whispered. He was already breathing heavily, just from the things she had said and the way they sounded coming from her, so close, so intimate, her breath tickling his ear and the small sounds of her lips and tongue against her teeth slipping in among her words. He felt a blush grow on his cheeks and spread up to his ears and down his chest. Never in his life had someone said such nice things to him, not Anne nor Ominis nor anybody else. He was filled with warmth as her words sank in, and had to stop her before his heart burst out of his chest.

“So, erm,” he started bashfully, “what do I smell like, to you?”

“Old books and Confringo.”

“Yes,” he laughed, embarrassed, “I guess that’s true. Suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world.”

Sebastian brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it gently, then placed it around his shoulder. His arms then curled around her, holding her tightly against his front. He could not help himself after everything she’d said, he felt so much for her, like a rush of joy that made him whole. He could make himself believe that she spoke the truth, even though her voice was far away and dreamy under the effects of the Imperious Curse, and although he felt sorry that that was what it took for her to say it, he enjoyed this closeness with her, her voice in his ear, her shape in his arms.

Against his chest, Sebastian could feel her heart beating steadily, while his was ready to break through his ribs. He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her warm girlish scent while he waited for his nerves to settle.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he begged, his breath tickling her neck.

“I belong to you,” she whispered.

Her left arm was slung around his shoulder, where he’d placed it, while the other hung limply at her side.

“Hold me,” said Sebastian, and she obeyed immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on to him. “Tell me you love me again,” he said, feeling a shiver go down his whole body. It felt wrong to keep this going, to take this from her unwillingly like this, to satisfy his shameful urges for affection, but he needed to hear it once again.

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips close to his neck.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

The girl obeyed, speaking in heated whispers against his skin while he brought his lips down to her neck and pressed them right beneath her ear. She was especially warm there, and soft, and as he dragged his lips lower, he left a wet trail of kisses down until he reached the top of her shirt.

“Again,” he said.

Sebastian brought up a finger to tug her tie a little looser and dipped his tongue into the hollow of her clavicle, then moved back up the column of her throat. And as he pressed hot kisses into her skin, he could feel her voice reverberating through her skin as she said, again, “I love you.”

He moaned and pulled her closer, rubbing her front against his, wishing they could swallow each other up and never part again. His hands clung to the back of her school robes while hers lay loosely around his neck.

Sebastian pulled back, leaning his head against the cool pillar of the Undercroft, and caught his breath. She’d never been so close to him, and with his right hand, he leaned the girl’s head backwards, cupping her skull in his palm for him to gaze into her eyes — blank and foggy blue over her natural colour with the effects of the spell.

“Can you moan for me?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” she said.

“Do it,” said Sebastian. “I want to hear it as I kiss you. Pretend to feel something, pretend you like it.”

“Yes,” she said again and tilted her head backwards as Sebastian brought his face beneath her chin to kiss her neck there too.

He could feel her gentle moans right against his lips, and little whimpers of pleasure as he nibbled at her skin — very lightly, careful not to leave a mark — and felt her shiver in his arms and press herself closer against him. His whole face felt flushed and his body was on fire, every nerve of his hungry to feel more of her, his mouth eager to consume her, his mind knowing of nothing else than the weight of her in his arms and the sound of her in his ears and the taste of her in his mouth.

Sebastian worked his way up to her chin and pecked it with light kisses, then slowly travelled up to dip his mouth beneath her lower lip.

“Sebastian,” she gasped, sounding breathless in a way he’d never dreamed of.

“Is that how you sound at night when you think of me, darling?” he asked in a moment of mad confidence.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Sebastian was stunned still at hearing it. Was that another effect of the curse? Had she just told him what he wanted to hear, or did she tell the truth?

“Sebastian,” she moaned again in a faint and quiet whisper. It was lost in the stale air of the Undercroft.

“Sebastian?” he heard call again, but this time it wasn’t in her voice.

He looked up to find Ominis standing by the entrance to the Undercroft, his wand out emitting red echoes in search of them and a little square wrapping of napkins held in his left arm. Sebastian’s blood froze in his veins for the split second it took to remember that his friend was blind. They were still in a compromising position and he couldn’t afford for Ominis to know what they had done together — or rather what Sebastian had done to her.

“Finite incantatem,” he muttered under his breath, and slowly he felt the curse melt away from the girl’s mind.

She sagged in his arms, a bit unsteady on her feet for a moment, and Sebastian held her up until she came back to her senses. He let his eyes drink her in for one final time, his gaze caressing her lips and the angle of her cheekbones and her eyes while she held her head in her hands and winced. Once he noticed she could stand on her own, he unwrapped his arms from around her waist and started walking closer to where Ominis stood.

“H-hello, Ominis,” he started. “Something the matter?”

“Oh, nothing. Only that you weren’t there for lunch,” he said, a suspicious expression plain on his face. “Either of you.” His head moved in the direction from where the girl’s breath hitched as she got her bearings. He could probably hear her footsteps too when she leaned against the pillar to cool her head.

“Were you practising something?” Ominis asked.

“No,” said Sebastian coolly. “Nothing in particular. We were just talking. Lost track of time, I suppose.”

“Then why were you saying finito after I came in?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ominis,” Sebastian groaned. His hands had begun to shake and all the warmth was drained out of his body. “Everything’s fine. Right?” he said, turning around to look at their friend.

“Right,” she said automatically, not quite looking up at either of the boys. “Hello, Ominis. We have class now, right?”

Her hand went to her neck instinctively, and it broke Sebastian’s heart to see her wipe away his kisses from her skin. Did she even realise what had happened, or was the cold feeling bothering her? Her hands went up to straighten her loosened tie next, and before she looked away Sebastian thought he caught a blush on her.

“I’m surprised you recall,” said Ominis snidely. “Nothing as interesting as the spells you practice with Sebastian, I’m sure. Do you even remember what class we have now?”

“Don’t be like that,” she muttered. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late for… for…”

“Potions,” sighed Ominis.

“Your favourite,” Sebastian grinned, coming to stand by him with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Ominis narrowed his eyes at the comment. “In any case, I brought you lunch. Nothing much, just a couple of sandwiches.”

“Oh, thank you, Ominis,” she grinned brightly, sounding grateful and relieved.

“Can I have one?” Sebastian asked.

“I don’t know, can you?” he quipped. “And don’t roll your eyes at me, I can hear you doing it.”

The girl joined them and they stepped out of the Undercroft together. There was an unsteadiness to her still, which Sebastian could plainly see and Ominis could hear, but none of them made any mention of it. Sebastian’s skin still tingled where he had touched her, his lips itching to kiss her again, but beneath it was a nagging feeling that he had gone too far and betrayed her trust. He licked the taste of her off his lips one final time.

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