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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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."

Charles smiled back at him, easy and dangerous.

"If you have to ask, you're missing the point," he said, tapping his nose. "But I really must be going. Wonderful progress today, Sylar." Charles walked backward as he said this, moving towards the large doors.

"Thank you, Professor," Sylar said evenly, tense with controlled anger.

"Yes, yes, but do try to work on some control elements whilst I'm gone, the ice is a bit sloppy as of right now," Charles made sure to add before pushing his way through the doors and striding across the grounds back to the mansion.

Sylar stood in the barn, clenching and unclenching his fist. After a few minutes, he walked outside. He slammed the doors shut telekinetically and pressed his hand against it. It took some concentration, but he froze the entire building.

Then, he 'practiced' his telekinesis until there wasn't a barn left standing anymore.

As Charles helped Sean with his training, he thought he heard crashing in the distance, but he shook his head and blocked it out. It wouldn't be helpful to their training session if Charles didn't have his head in the game.

Later, however, when he found out that the crashing had actually been Sylar destroying the barn Charles' Great-Grandfather built with his bare hands, well, Charles was less than pleased, to say the least. He searched Sylar out in the mansion, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into the empty study.

"You destroyed my barn?" Charles said, practically seething with rage.

Sylar arched an eyebrow, only half-heartedly trying to conceal a smirk. "I was practicing."

Charles could have hit him. He wanted to, he wanted nothing more than to feel the sting of Sylar's face on the back of his hand. He didn't, but that didn't keep him from projecting the image to Sylar.

"Do you know how childish you are? Destroying a barn because I wouldn't cuddle with you? Ridiculous."

"Oh." Sylar frowned sarcastically. "You don't really think that's why, do you?"

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