iamsylar | Practice (XMFC-verse)

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Practice (XMFC-verse)

Sylar waited for Charles out by the old barn where he'd told him they'd meet. To work on his abilities, nothing else.

He wasn't about to let Charles know that he didn't really need help controlling his powers. He could do more with his telekinesis than Charles would want to know about, and now there was the ice. It was a simple power that he'd picked up while Charles had sent him away, but it could be useful.

The power at the base of it all, though. The only one he'd been born with... If it could be controlled, he didn't want to know how.

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Charles was intrigued by Sylar, even after their encounters and the threats against Erik, and the nightmares. Charles still felt the need to push Sylar's limits, to see how far he would go. So, he met Sylar at the barn, clearing his throat as he approached.

"Sylar," he said, giving him a short nod.

Sylar straightened up and, mimicking Charles's accent responded, "Charles."

Charles raised an eyebrow at him, pursing his lips to hide a smirk.

"That was terrible, never attempt it again. Please."

"I'll attempt it whenever I like," Sylar said, continuing to mimic Charles. But then he continued in his own voice. "So, I'm dying to know. A barn, Charles? Is this really the best place I can show off for you?"

"It is the place where you are least likely to cause damage," Charles answered, moving to unlock the large doors. The barn was mostly useless now, but once he and Erik found Hank and Raven in a rather compromising position, he'd taken to locking it.

"Aside from the bunker, that is, but Alex likes to practice down there and, well, wood burns," Charles continued, pushing open the doors.

"Wood burns. I'm already learning so much from you, Mentor" Sylar said, quirking an eyebrow as he followed Charles into the barn. "What other wise words do you have for me?"

"Ducks go 'quack quack' and geese are vicious, don't be fooled by them," Charles said, looking around. "And it would do you well to refer to me as 'Professor Xavier,' I believe."

"Yes sir, Professor Xavier." Sylar moved close behind him and lowered his voice. "What are we going to do in class today, Professor?"

Charles turned, putting a hand on Sylar's chest.

"You're going to show me what you can do."

Sylar's lip twitched. "Are you sure? You got a little nervous last time I tried, Professor."

"That would be why we're out here, where the only thing you can possibly hurt is this centuries old barn," Charles told him, nearly sighing. "Come on then."

"Hm. I wonder if it's a sign of mistrust that you think I'd hurt something else, or a sign of trust that you're so sure I couldn't hurt you. I think I'll take the optimistic choice."

Sylar stepped back from Charles and held up his hand, then paused. "I hope this barn isn't important to you." He grit his teeth, focusing. He pointed toward one wall. The wood splintered and a chunk of the wall suddenly flew out into the grass outside. He lifted the splinters and hurled them into another wall, embedding them deep.

His concentration was broken by a scratching above in the rafters. "Maybe something a little more delicate." He motioned, and a mouse floated down, squeaking, but unable to move. He suspended it in the air between them. Its eyes were frantic, but Sylar just smiled at it.

Charles watched him work, frowning slightly when he put a hole in the wall. That was just rude. His eyes, however, widened at the mouse, reaching out to touch it.

"Extraordinary," he breathed, withdrawing his hand.

"Not really." Sylar reached out to just barely touch the mouse's paw, and ice began to spread up it's leg and over it's body until it was frozen solid. He tossed it aside, letting it smash to pieces on the floor. "I could bring down the entire barn, but I get the impression you still want me to hold back."

"Please don't, I'm running out of places for you to train," Charles sighed, looking at the pieces of the mouse. "When did you acquire this new ability, Sylar?"

"When you sent me away." Sylar shrugged, grinning. "I got bored."

Charles nodded, accepting the answer, though he knew he still didn't understand how it was that Sylar gained these abilities. His mind seemed to have an idea, but that was so horrific that Charles refused to believe it. Sylar's power was extraordinary, who knew how it was controlled or even the extent of it.

"Fascinating."

"I think I prefer the telekinesis. More versatile." Sylar flicked his fingers to pull Charles a couple steps closer to him.

Charles let himself be pulled, though he could have easily stopped or retaliated. He decided there wasn't any harm in it, though, and he wouldn't admit it, but it did give him a little thrill up his spine.

"Yes? There's only so much one can do with ice."

"Next time, I'll acquire something more useful." The term acquire seems so cold and unfeeling for what it is he does, but it's the one Charles seems to want to use. He reached out to brush Charles' cheek with his thumb, chilling the skin slightly. He wondered if Charles understood how easily he could hurt him. Charles seemed to be under the impression he was in total control of Sylar, and perhaps he could be, but he clearly wasn't.

Charles understood perfectly well how easily Sylar could have hurt him, he wasn't completely idiotic, after all. However, he chose to believe that Sylar wouldn't hurt him, and if he did, well, then Charles was wrong. But Charles didn't find himself to be wrong very often. He didn't think he was in control of Sylar, he just trusted that the other man was in control of himself.

Besides, it got boring, controlling one person constantly. This was much more fun.

"Do that," Charles murmured, shivering slightly at the touch.

"I think the real reason you wanted us to train out here is that it's out of earshot." Sylar leaned in to kiss Charles, and slid his unnaturally cold hand under Charles' shirt.

Charles inhaled sharply through his nose when he felt Sylar's cold hand on his stomach. He stepped closer, fisting his hand in Sylar's shirt to pull him closer.

Sylar chuckled against Charles' mouth. "Oh, Professor." He pushed his hand up further and dragged his nails down again.

That tore a gasp from Charles' throat, mostly against his will as he wrapped his arms around Sylar's neck. He wondered if the other man would be against Charles climbing him to get a better angle at the kissing, but he supposed it didn't really matter.

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