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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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?"

Sylar was infuriating. Charles had never met anyone who was able to make him this angry with so little effort. Not even Erik. Usually Charles was patient and kind and understanding, but with Sylar things were just...different.

"Then why would you do it?" Charles asked, biting back harsh words.

Sylar shrugged, enjoying how easy it was to get under Charles' skin. "I felt like it."

Charles closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before doing anything. He realized vaguely, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was shaking with anger, but he just didn't know what to do with it.

"Did you?" he responded quietly. "Did you also feel like leaving?"

"Hm, leaving a place where I'm treated like a shameful secret, a piece of garbage? Of course not. It's like a second home." Sylar's voice was calm, but his heart was thumping with adrenaline and fear. As awful as Charles always made him feel, he was the only person who made him feel anything anymore that wasn't violent. Or, at least, not as violent.

"I do not treat you like garbage," Charles spat at him, very nearly stepping forward to push him. "I bring you into my home to help you, and you say I treat you like garbage? What do you want from me? Do you want me to kiss you in front of the children? Because I assure you, it is on their request that I don't, not some agenda to keep you locked away."

Sylar couldn't help it; he laughed in Charles' face. "God, you're so full of shit, Charles. It's really kind of impressive."

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