iamsylar | Practice (XMFC-verse)

Entry tags:

agroovymutation

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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.

Sylar definitely did not mind Charles climbing him. In fact, he pulled him up off his feet and moved him over to the closest wall (that he hadn't put a hole through). He shoved him against it and ground their hips together. He broke their kiss to gasp, then bowed his head to blow cold breath against Charles' neck.

Charles moaned as his back hit the wall, his hands gripping Sylar's shoulders, tugging at his shirt. He shivered at the cold, his back arching off the wood slightly. He was going to get so many splinters, he was sure, but he also couldn't make himself care.

He turned his head, connecting his warm mouth with Sylar's cold one, reveling in the sensation.

Sylar hummed softly as they kissed. He couldn't get it out of his head how easy it would be to hurt Charles if he wanted to--how easy Charles made it for him, how easy his powers made it for him.

Charles was a perfect fit for him, though. Aside from his strange dedication to Erik, Charles was perfect. He couldn't throw that away, even if Charles power was a delicious temptation.

He unfastened Charles' pants enough to sneak a hand down and touch him gently.

Charles breathed harshly against Sylar's mouth, a hand tangling in his hair. He noted the gentleness, intrigued by it and wondered for a split second if Sylar might actually...care for him? No, Charles doubted it, and then instantly forgot all about it as Sylar moved his hand.

"Are you really going to fuck me in a barn?" Charles asked, only slightly breathless.

"You're the one who wanted to meet out here. You know what happens when I get you alone." Sylar bit lightly at Charles' jaw. "I can't help myself."

Charles liked that-- the idea of being irresistible to someone, to anyone. He supposed Erik used to feel that way about him, but that had ended and Charles didn't want it anymore. He wanted Sylar.

"Oh, but can't you?" Charles chuckled, exposing more of his neck for the other man's mouth. "You seem to do a perfectly good job in the mansion."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject