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Reunion

“I need you… Riddler”

Oswald’s plee echoed throughout the silent office as he stared up, both in hope and fear, at his former friend and first love as he grasped at his face in anguished desperation.

Ed gasped as his world once again came alive. The dull colours that had been surrounding him suddenly vivid and bright. Warmth flooded his body, melting the cage of insecurity and fear that been encasing his mind. He had finally regained complete control over his self. His body and mind his own after so long. Oswald had freed him.

The two men stared into each eyes, unmoving and silent. Unsure whether they were unable or unwilling to let go of the other as the tension in the room grew into an almost physical presence.

They stood like this for what felt like an eternity, but in reality could only have been a few moments, before this bizarre standoff was broken by Ed. He merely turned to place the pen he still held in his hand onto the desk behind him but the movement shattered the moment as good as any unwanted visitors would.

Oswald stumbled from the shock of being released  and instinctively move out of Ed's reach. Aware of the new power imbalance, and fearful the Riddler may decide to once again turn on him now he had what he wanted.

Before Oswald could take more than a few awkward steps back Ed surged forward to pull him back close. Unwilling to part with his saviour.

Oswald opened his mouth to object, or maybe yell for help. He wasn't sure. He was just certain his hope for escape was gone and he needed to go on the defensive. Then before more than a sliver of sound slipped out he found himself silenced by Ed's lips on his and a slick tongue forcing its way into his open mouth.

Oswald wished he had the sense to reject the man who had not only broken his heart but shot him and left him for dead, but he had dreamed of this moment too long to care about such trivialities. This was Gotham after all. What’s a little attempted murder between friends, or should he say lovers?  

Oswald pushed his body up against Ed's, his lips sliding from Ed's mouth to travel his jawline and arched neck, as he began to walk him back towards to wooden desk.

Granted access to Ed’s lithe form Oswald couldn’t resist running his hands across his beautiful body, touching him in ways he had only ever fantasised about. A small smile formed as Oswald listened to the little whines and moans of impatience escaping Ed’s lips. He had finally turned the man into the quivering mess he had always managed to turn Oswald into. Oswald did love payback.

Despite the needy little noises he was making Ed did not touch Oswald back. He seemed almost in a trance. He stood, body stiff, flush against the wooden table, hands clenching the edge, eyes closed and lips parted. He reeked of desperation and desire but something was holding him back. Oswald smirked as he realised the answer.

He leant up and whispered into Ed’s ear.  “Do you want more?” Ed's eager little puppy dog nod wasn't hard to miss but that wasn’t what Oswald was after “Then why don't you take it… Riddler”

It was as if Oswald words released the monster in him, the one he was vainly trying to hold back. Ed gripped Oswald by the hips with bruising intensity before roughly swapping their positions and slamming him against the desk. Oswald barely had time to hiss in pain before Ed had lifted him onto the desk, forcing his legs open as he slid between and before going straight for the opening in Oswald’s jumpsuit.

Ed snarled in frustration as he struggled to locate and undo all the different little ties and buttons designed to keep an Arkham inmate from stripping, while Oswald just giggled at the adorable look of concentration on Ed’s face.