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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 17:35:28 GMT -5
"I guess."
He swallowed again, opening his mouth to ask what Gabriel was doing and then closing it. Was the man just playing with him again, trying to get a reaction from a different method? Luke made his mind up that he wasn't going to give him one.
He didn't want Gabriel to think he liked him like that, of course. Because he didn't, that was stupid.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 17:51:30 GMT -5
Sylar promised himself that at some point, he would get some sort of reaction from the kid, good or bad. He was used to reactions, mostly bad, it made him feel important. "Hm." he hummed, dropping his hand away from Luke's neck and moving past him into the other room. The kitchen chairs were uncomfortable. He didn't tell the other to leave, though.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 17:54:53 GMT -5
He felt an odd sort of triumph mixed with... surely it couldn't be disappointment. No, that was ridiculous.
He followed the other man, his hands in his pockets. He wasn't going to leave until he was made to; he liked it here. Even if Gabriel was merely tolerating his presence, that was better than nothing.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 18:04:25 GMT -5
Apparently it was going to be like that, them testing the others boundaries. It was probably some sort of odd dominance alpha male thing, but Sylar wasn't thinking about that. Instead he sat himself on the couch and glanced up as the boy followed. With a sigh, he settled into the cushions and brooded. "Are you waiting for me to do another trick or something?"
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 18:09:08 GMT -5
"Well... it would be cool if you did, but..."
He shrugged, perching on the couch and purposefully not looking at the other man.
"... I want to be here." he finished after a lengthy pause.
It was nice to spend time with somebody who he could relate to.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 18:16:57 GMT -5
"Don't tell me it makes you feel safe." Sylar taunted, eyes narrowing a little. After all, it was probably about the least safe. But maybe Luke felt better the closer he was to the danger. Still, he wasn't trying too hard to push him away.
"I draw the line at you crawling into bed with me." He snorted, giving Luke a smirk.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 18:24:53 GMT -5
Luke resolutely ignored the first statement. After all, it was mostly true. He did feel safe, well, safer. As crazy as that sounded, since he was currently in the lair of a killer, and willingly so.
At the second, Luke glanced quickly at Gabriel, managing a small smirk of his own. Even if that wasn't a double entendre as Luke had interpreted it, he decided to treat it as such.
"You wish." he drawled, feeling quite proud of himself for managing to hold himself together.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 18:36:04 GMT -5
"I wish?"He chuckled, surprised to be amused with it. "You're the one that followed me home."
By nature he had always been pretty asexual. He hadn't gotten much chance to date when younger, mostly due to his mother, but also his own introverted personality. And then he had discovered his power, and the thrill of that had eclipsed sexuality.
So really, he didn't have much preference to men or women, equally attracted and interested by both.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 18:41:55 GMT -5
"You were the one stroking my neck. And you're the one who brought it up." he pointed out with a small grin to show that this conversation wasn't making him uncomfortable at all.
Well, maybe a little. He wasn't exactly a man of the world. Boys and girls alike tended to steer clear of him. He had some experience, but not enough to feel completely at ease when trading this kind of remark with an intimidating older man.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 18:46:00 GMT -5
"I wasn't..stroking your neck." Sylar said, scoffing just enough to show that made him just a little uncomfortable. The kid had just called him out and he didn't know quite what to say. "Okay, I did, maybe, but I was seeing if you flinched." he admitted, brushing his hand across his face and slouching further into the cushions.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 18:50:52 GMT -5
His smile widened slightly, and he marked an imaginary point off for himself in a mental tally. He wasn't too bad at this.
"It's okay, I won't hold it against you." he said teasingly, watching the other man.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 18:59:32 GMT -5
Instead of saying anything, Sylar cocked a brow instead. It was almost like he could hear the kid laughing at him. It was like a challenge, he hadn't ever met anyone that acted like Luke. It was incredibly irritating. "I can still kill you before you had the chance to think 'run'." he reminded, even if it was an empty threat and they both knew it.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 19:04:30 GMT -5
"I know." he replied, forcing himself to sober up.
Even if the man didn't actually plan on doing so, he didn't want to make Gabriel too annoyed with him. He didn't want the man's so-far leniency towards annoying teenage house guests to crumble just yet. After all, he was enjoying himself far too much for that.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 11, 2009 19:13:16 GMT -5
"As long as you always remember that." He said lightly, but with a hint of threat beneath the surface. It was almost nice, though, the distraction Luke was providing. Sylar wondered how quickly Luke would get bored of all this and move on to find someone more interesting to bother. For some reason the thought struck him hard, and he suddenly felt an odd sort of possessiveness.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 11, 2009 19:22:00 GMT -5
"I'll remember." he said with an idle jerk of his head, slouching backwards in his seat.
Despite the mild death threats, Luke felt comfortable in the other man's presence. He didn't even fidget, lacing his fingers together in his lap and tilting his head back in a pose of relaxed calm. He didn't usually sit still for long without getting bored or stressed, and he wondered whether it had anything to do with the climate, or the food, or whether it was just the uncertain security he felt here.
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