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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"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."

Sylar growled through his teeth, tightening his grip on Charles. "I do that for you and your domestic bliss. Wonder if he'd do that for you." Sylar doesn't really want to hear about it, though, so he kisses Charles as he starts unfastening his own pants.

Charles didn't answer that he wouldn't, that Erik wouldn't control himself like Sylar does. He just kissed Sylar back, urging him faster.

It's appreciated, Charles said in Sylar's mind, tightening his legs around his waist.

Sylar caught Charles' lip between his teeth and pulled at it. The downside of fucking a mind-reader: there really was no way to shut him up.

"Maybe you appreciate it." Sylar looked down between them and held their cocks together in his hand. He hadn't really had a chance to appreciate how they looked together before, and he smiled a little.

"Don't get sentimental now, Sylar," Charles murmured, watching the way Sylar smiled. He kissed him again, a hand curing in Sylar's hair.

Sylar kissed Charles back roughly, shoving him harder into the wall. They were both hard enough now, he gripped Charles' hip with one hand and leaned the other against the wall. He broke the kiss to look Charles in the eye as he ground his hips against him.

Charles moaned against Sylar's mouth, catching his gaze as his grip tightened on Sylar's shoulder.

If Charles didn't want sentiment, didn't want words, that was fine with Sylar. If Charles just wanted to fuck where no one would find them, fine. He gritted his teeth, the anger showing in his eyes. He lifted Charles up a little higher so he could get his cock in him. There wasn't really any reason to play nice.

It wasn't that Charles didn't want sentiment or words or even that he was ashamed of what he was doing. He just wanted someone who wouldn't treat him like glass and nuzzle into his shoulder after it was all done. He knew the lack of preparation was Sylar's way of telling him he was displeased, that Charles wasn't giving something he wanted, but Charles didn't want to give whatever it was that Sylar wanted, exactly. He was only willing to give what he wanted to give, and if this is what he got in return, well, he'd take it.

Charles bit down on his own lip, squeezing his eyes shut as Sylar pushed in, making himself take the pain. His breathing went ragged, and he held onto the other man for dear life, trusting his physical strength (and telekenetic ability).

This wasn't exactly what Sylar wanted, but once he was inside Charles, it didn't seem to matter anymore. He breathed cool breath against Charles' neck as he began to thrust up into him in short, hard jerks.

He growled Charles' name and bit him where his neck met his shoulder, not being as careful as usual to leave Charles the way he'd found him.

Charles cried out when Sylar bit him, thrilled at the prospect of a mark on his neck. Part of him wanted Erik to know, and the other part struggled to keep that part at bay. He moaned Sylar's name in response to his own, arms wrapping tighter around Sylar's neck.

Sylar dug his fingers into Charles' hip grunting and moving faster against him. He knew he wouldn't last very long like this. He didn't care. He didn't have anything to prove to Charles. Even if he did prove something, Charles wouldn't admit it, so what was the point?

He groaned helplessly as he came, and in the brief moment afterward, he let himself enjoy the mindless calm of it. He leaned his head against Charles' shoulder and imagined being able to stay that way for a while.

He didn't, though. He pulled out of Charles and lowered him back down to his feet, then, got on his knees to finish him off in his mouth.

It didn't take Charles long with Sylar's mouth on him. He came with his hand in Sylar's hair, his eyes screwed shut and his head against the wall of the barn. He fell to his knees, grabbing Sylar to kiss him.

Sylar wrapped his arms around Charles as they kissed. He seemed very small when Sylar held him that way. Sylar could crush him, but he'd put him on a pedestal instead.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath. "I hate you a little," he whispered.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Charles murmured back, moving away slightly to pull his trousers and undershorts back up, brushing them off. He leaned in, kissing Sylar again.

Sylar ran his fingers into Charles' hair. He paused their kiss to murmur, "Not that sorry."

Charles sighed, pulling away completely and standing again. "Do you feel well trained enough for today? I promised Sean I would help him in the garden."

Sylar stayed very still for a moment where he'd been holding Charles, his vision going out of focus from anger and... Whatever else he was feeling. He couldn't really decipher it. "Oh, right. Training," He said hollowly.

He sat back on his heels and looked up at Charles. He cracked a smile. "As well trained as I can be by someone who doesn't really want to understand my abilities, aside from how they can help me get him off."

Charles scoffed, unable to believe they were fighting again. Was this all they ever did? Charles supposed it would be simple to stop the fighting, if he just gave Sylar what he wanted and let himself believe what his mind had been telling him for weeks.

"If you understand them, why do you keep coming back?"

"You're not that stupid." Sylar got up, pulling up his pants. He didn't look at Charles. He was too angry. "I don't know why you think I'd believe you're as stupid as you act with me."

Because everyone else does, Charles thought, looking up at the ceiling.

"I don't know what it is you want from this, Sylar," and that much was true, he knew. "I can't give you what you want if I don't know what it is."

"Oh, so when the stupid act fails, go for the altruistic act." Sylar shakes his head and turns to face Charles. "Look, I can be the guy you're fucking who you think you're too good to be fucking. Just don't expect me to be polite about it when you run away to be respectable again."

Charles didn't even have a response for that, which was rather terrifying. He had a response for everything, but instead he just opened and closed his mouth a few times before huffing out a breath.

"Fine, do what you want," he said finally. "I don't care."

"Well, that's pretty obvious." Sylar smiled tightly. It occurred to him that he was mostly arguing at this point to keep Charles around a bit longer. He tilted his head. "I wonder what you do care about."

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