OTP Oneshots

As Quiet As You Can Be

(Nygmobblepot) 

Ed had noticed the infamous Penguin the moment he walked into the GCPD. He lingered back, blending in like he usually did, trying to get a good look at the man. He expected Oswald to just ignore him like everyone else. He doesn't expect Oswald to actually notice him lurking in the background. They followed each other to the other end of the building, sneaking glances as they walked. Until they came to stand side by side.

"Can I help you?" Oswald asks, turning to face Ed.

"I don't think so, can you?" Ed counters.

Oswald smiles, "What do you want?"

Ed turns toward the smaller man, glee in his eyes. "What I want the poor have, the rich need, and if you eat it you'll die."

"Is this- are you asking me a riddle?" Oswald asks.

"Do you like riddles?"

"No."

Ed allows himself to be hurt for only a moment. "So do you give up?"

"Friend, listen-"

"Nothing," Ed interrupts, "The answer is nothing. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it-"

Oswald holds up a hand to stop him from speaking further. "Who are you?" He asks.

"Edward." He says, "Nygma. I know who you are."

Oswald smiles for a moment at the complement before turning cold again, "Then you know you're standing too close."

At those words Ed wants to take a step closer, just to spite him. But he knows better, and he takes a step back.

"Did you know male Emperor Penguins keep their eggs warm by balancing them on their feet? Isn't that neat?"

Oswald is done with this conversation and he takes a step toward Ed, "Nice to meet you sir." He says, "Keep moving."

Ed is once again hurt by Oswald's discourteousness, and this only encourages Ed to get back at him somehow. Thinking up the solution in the matter of seconds Ed presses his lips into a line.

"Will do." He says, before stepping forward to walk past Oswald.

"But I think I can help you." He whispers, leaving Oswald to either follow him or not.

Oswald stands in shock for a moment, watching the other man walk away, before his curiosity gets the better of him and he can't help but follow after him. Ed disappears behind a door and Oswald pauses outside of it, wondering if he should go in. Ed hadn't exactly made a good impression on Oswald, he could just leave the other man to wait for him without the satisfaction of whatever he's planning.

But then his words come back to Oswald, I think I can help you. What had he meant by that? What could Oswald possibly need help with that Ed could deliver? Was it merely a trap waiting behind the door, or was Ed really going to help him? Oswald's curiosity and the temptation overpower Oswald's better judgement and he walks into the room to find it pitch black.

Fear runs through Oswald as it sets in that this most definitely is a trap. One that he walked into willingly. He starts to back toward the door, to get out of there as quickly as possible. But then backs into something sturdy, and warm. His breath catches in his throat.

"Going somewhere, Oswald?" Ed's voice breaks through the deafening silence.

"E-Ed." Oswald stammers.

And then Ed puts his hands on Oswald. First on his arms, trailing down his sleeves to wrap around his waist, his fingers slipping just under the waistband of his pants. He leans in close to whisper in Oswald's ear.

"I would have thought someone like you would be more courteous." Ed's hot breath on his neck makes Oswald shiver.

"I think you owe me an apology."

Jackets and ties fall to the floor before Oswald can even process what's happening and then he's against the wall and Ed is pressed against him, pinning his arms down. Oswald is breathing erratically and he isn't sure if he should run or let this play out. And then Ed's lips flit lightly across his cheek to press against his neck and Oswald is suddenly sure that he definitely wants to stay. And when his body relaxes into Ed's, Ed releases his arms and instead places his hands on Oswald's hips.

Ed pulls back, one hand rising to stroke Oswald's cheek and he leans into Ed's touch. "I'm going to need that apology now." Ed whispers.

Oswald is speechless. He can't seem to make his lips move because his eyes have adjusted to the dark now and he can make out the wicked and sinister yet tantalizing expression on Ed's face and now he wants nothing more than to feel Ed's lips on his skin again. And then the hand stroking his face turns vicious and grips his jaw.

"Don't make me ask twice." Ed growls.

"I- I'm sorry." Oswald manages to spit out the words.

Ed smiles, "That wasn't so hard."

And then he releases Oswald and steps back, making to leave. But Oswald finds that he doesn't want him to leave. Not yet. And he reaches out to Ed.

"Wait," He says, barely catching the end of Ed's sleeve. Oswald doesn't know how to articulate what he wants so he just tugs Ed back to him by his sleeve.

Ed chuckles and places a hand on the wall above Oswald's head to hover over him, "Something you want to say?"

"I-I.." Oswald gives up on trying to form words and instead pulls Ed down to him and presses their lips together.

Ed doesn't even hesitate to kiss him back, his hand falling from the wall to slip up Oswald's shirt and then out again as Ed begins unbuttoning Oswald's shirt to kiss a trail across his chest and back up to suck on his neck. Oswald moans loudly and at that moment the door opens and somebody walks in. Ed covers Oswald's mouth with his hand and leans in close.

"Don't. Make. A sound." He whispers.

They keep perfectly still for a few moments before Ed decides that whoever walked in isn't coming in their direction. And then he decides to have a little fun with this situation. His hands drop to silently undo Oswald's belt. Oswald's eyes widen and his reaches down to stop Ed but Ed wrestles his hands away and unbuttons his pants, slipping his hand beneath his underwear.

Oswald inhales as quietly as he can, trying not to draw attention to them. Oswald finds it harder and harder to be silent as the moments go by excruciatingly slow and he wishes whoever entered would just leave already. Finally they do and Oswald celebrates by moaning loudly.

"Shhh." Ed laughs, "Someone else could walk in."

Before Oswald can say anything Ed attacks him. He rips Oswald's shirt open and begins spreading hot kisses over his skin and Oswald's head starts spinning. And then Ed drops to his knees and his kisses continue down, Oswald's pants dropping.

And then Oswald nearly loses it. His head hits the wall and he slips his fingers through Ed's hair. He's trying to keep himself quiet so no passerby walk in and interrupt them, he definitely wouldn't want anyone seeing him in this state, but he can't control himself when he's in such bliss.

"Ed." Oswald breathes.

Ed's hands wrap around Oswald's thighs and Oswald's legs threaten to give out beneath him. And when Oswald feels himself approaching the edge, he digs his hands deeper into Ed's hair, pulling tightly. And afterword Ed straightens, smooths back his hair, and smirks at Oswald, who's still trying to catch his breath. He leans in again, putting his hand back on the wall.

"This was fun," He says, returning Oswald's sleeve to his shoulder, "We should do it again sometime."

And Oswald watches him leave with a sigh.