OTP Oneshots

Hurt Me and I'll Hurt You Back

(Nygmobblepot)

It was dark. Laughter flitted around the table as the two boys ate. This was strange for Edward Nygma, he'd never shared something like this with anyone. Sure there was Kristen, but she was different, it was more difficult with her. But Ed had never imagined he'd be eating dinner with this man- the King of Gotham.

Oswald Cobblepot. What a name. What a man. Ed had never encountered anyone quite like The Penguin. He really was something special. And he brought out something in Ed that he'd never felt before. Not even with Miss Kringle. Ed wanted to push the boundaries with this man, see how far the Penguin would let him go. But he also didn't want to be rejected.

Oswald gets up to put his dishes away. Always the proper gentleman. Ed thinks to himself, getting up to wash his own dishes. It was quiet now, as the taller man comes up beside the shorter one. Ed rinses his dish and looks up to find the dishtowel hanging on the handle of the cupboard above Oswald's head.

Ed steps closer into the space of this small crime lord. And the Penguin stiffens. He stops in the rinsing of his own dish. Ed takes the dishtowel slowly, very slowly, thinking out all his actions and wondering if this is a good idea; what he's about to do. He decides to take the risk. He gently drops the dish he was holding and steps behind the Penguin, who gasps, and reaches his long arms around him to dry his wet dish.

"What do you think you're doing, friend?" His voice is threatening, trying to sound strong or intimidating but Ed can hear the waver in it.

"Drying off your dish." Ed says innocently, "What else would I be doing?" He smiles at the back of the Penguins head.

When the dish is dry instead of stepping back from the crime lord to put the dish away Ed opens the cupboard above his head and presses himself further against the smaller man, pushing the Penguin against the counter as a result. Oswald groans, which surprises both men and makes Ed almost drop the dish. Nygma places the dish in the cupboard and closes it, unsure what to do next.

But feeling a little more confident with the sound of Oswald's groan still echoing in his mind he decides to take another chance. With hands on either side of the crime lord Ed leans down and presses his lips against an exposed piece of the mans neck. The Penguin bites his tongue as to not let out another rather embarrassing noise. And against everything he tells his body he relaxes into Ed's kiss.

Ed is about to press another, deeper kiss into the man's neck when he suddenly spins around, butter knife in hand, and in an instant has it pressed to Ngma's neck. Ed smiles lightly, thinking back to the last time the Penguin had a knife pressed against his neck.

"Oh come on." Ed is testing the waters, unsure of where Oswald is at just yet. "You liked it, you can't convince me otherwise." He grinds his hips against Oswald's and the Penguin falters.

Ed smiles wider. He slowly drags his hand up the Penguins arm, lightly caressing his hand before taking the knife from him and dropping it in the sink. Oswald is shaking. Is he scared? Ed wonders. Dear me. That won't do at all. He's not supposed to be scared. Ed frowns.

"Don't be scared, my feathered friend." Ed whispers, taking the mans shoulders. He leans into his ear, "I don't want to scare you."

His hands drop from Oswald's shoulders and grip his hips. "Tell me to stop," He says as he dips his head into the crook of the Penguins neck, "And I will."

And he kisses him, softly, unsure if he'll be pushed away or not. He hopes not. He kisses him again, more confidently, sucking softly this time. The small moan he earns from Cobblepot excites Ed. He pulls back, looks him in his wide eyes.