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Oswald looked out at the view of Gotham’s shoreline and took another sip of brandy. It was warm with a touch of lemon and a splash of Ancho Reyes liquor to help ward off the bitter cold of winter. Even with a fire roaring in the fireplace, Gotham’s frigid air sucked the warmth from his skin. He looked down at his pocket watch and frowned.
The Riddler, his beloved partner-in-crime, was late. Again. It was an infuriating habit of his, especially after his time in Arkham. Edward Nygma followed his own clock nowadays which meant that time meant nothing.
The door to his office opened which would have normally had Oswald spinning around with a pistol drawn, but the alarming flash of green in the reflection on his glass told him there was no need.
“Did you manage to outsmart the Commissioner?” Oswald asked, turning around and setting his drink aside.
“Easily,” Eddie lounged on the couch, his long limbs sprawling out and taking up as much space as he could. In his hand was a green box with a purple ribbon.
“And the Batman?” Oswald spoke with some hesitancy.
He didn’t particularly like his shiny green gem being under the watchful eye of the Bat because it usually meant the Penguin would have to clean up whatever mess was left behind. But Eddie always did enjoy the attention it brought, both from the public eye and from Oswald.
“Would you like to know how I outsmarted him?” Eddie asked with a grin.
“Do tell,” Oswald returned the smile and began working on the buttons of his evening coat.
“Echo and Query helped me with a stellar diversion,” Eddie explained. “Commissioner Gordon knew that I would be at the museum tonight—”
“—Because you let him know in advance,” Oswald scoffed. With the coat off, he worked on rolling up his shirt sleeves and tightening his arm garters.
“Well… yes. I left him a riddle at the GCPD taunting him. That’s the whole point. Echo and Query helped set some charges along the pier. So, while I had those goons out looking for me at the museum, boom!” He made a wide, animated gesture as he spoke. Then, with a gleeful chuckle, he added, “Half of the warehouse docks went sky high and sunk into the river. And, when the first wave of GCPD officers arrived on the scene… boom again!”
“That explains the fireworks I saw earlier.” Oswald set his cane on his desk behind him. He leaned back, bracing himself on the edge, and tightened his leather gloves. “And then what? Surely that wasn’t enough of a distraction to leave the museum unsecured.”
“It wasn’t,” Eddie explained. “But none of it mattered because tonight was all just theater meant to embarrass them. I had already robbed the armored truck and stolen what I wanted weeks ago. The one on display is a fake.”
The Riddler stood and opened the box. Inside was a string of jadeite beads, all an alluring shade of green. The clasp was round and embellished with rubies. The Penguin eyed it for a moment before looking up at his friend and nodding approvingly. Then, the Riddler stepped forward again, removed the Penguin’s tie, and draped the heavy piece of jewelry around his neck.
“This is the Hutton-Mdivani Necklace, valued at around thirty million.”
“You spoil me.”
“It’s what you deserve,” Eddie smiled. “So?”
“So?” Oswald raised an eyebrow, watching intently.
“Did I do a good job?”
Oswald pushed himself away from the desk, causing Eddie to take a step backward. Oswald took another step forward, placing one hand on the man’s chest and the other against his cheek. The Riddler leaned into the touch.
“You did a marvelous job,” Oswald praised. “You didn’t even get hurt this time.”
“I took your advice,” Ed’s eyes fluttered. “And I kept my promise about not being so reckless.”
“You got to make a mockery of Jim, Batman, and you got to walk away with your treasure.”
“I killed two birds with one stone, by the way, we shouldn’t have to worry about the Dockyard Dogs anymore.”
“What would I do without you?” Oswald purred.
The Riddler chewed on his lip and eyed the section of floor right in front of the Penguin’s shoes.
“Kneel.” Oswald spun around and walked back to his desk. He refilled his tumbler of brandy and then got to working on something a little more refreshing for Eddie’s taste. He added one final spring of mint to the mojito and finally turned around to see the Riddler seated on the floor with his hands in his lap, obedient as always. Oswald smiled, set the drinks aside, and grabbed his cane. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?”
“You’re the only one who calls me that.”
“I’m the only one allowed to,” Oswald growled. He pressed to end of his cane against Ed’s shoulder, causing him to lean back slightly, but he didn’t protest.
“Yes,” the Riddler nodded. He looked up at the Penguin with hooded eyes. “Only you.”
“I just like hearing you say it,” Oswald smirked and lifted Ed’s chin with his cane. “You didn’t answer my question earlier. The one about what I would do without you? I’m curious.”
“I am inevitable and personified, no man can shake me, yet one clever bird escapes me. What am I?”
“Death,” Oswald answered. “You’re right, I would… very likely be in the ground without you. You’ve nursed me back to health on more than one occasion. You and I have been integral in one another’s plans for power.”
“We’re unstoppable together,” Ed said. His voice was high and breathy.
“We are.” Oswald lowered his cane to prod at the bulge in the Riddler’s slacks. The man groaned, his fingernails scraping across the hardwood flooring as he attempted to brace himself. “I love the way you sound when you’re desperate.”
The Riddler cried even louder and he bucked his hips against the cane. It wasn’t nearly enough friction, Oswald knew that, but watching his lover grow unhinged was always a delight.
His mind always carried him back to that first night. He had rescued Edward from the GCPD and had him brought out to the limo. The look of adoration on the Riddler’s face was not lost on him. Though, at the time, Oswald assumed that had more to do with him still being under the effects of whatever drugs Arkham had him on. That assumption quickly dissolved, however, when later that evening they were on their way to a safe house and the Riddler fell to his knees and begged for him.
Oh, how he loved hearing Eddie beg.
“Please,” the Riddler squirmed. “O-Oswald…p-please…”
“Please what?” Oswald took a step forward, making sure not to press too firmly on the cane. With his other hand, he idly played with one of the beads on his necklace. He wanted Eddie to see how much he admired the gift. Evidently, it worked because the man’s eyes were sparkling brighter than the gemstones.
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” Eddie whimpered.
“You’re so good at telling me exactly what you want,” Oswald said as he carded his fingers through Ed’s hair. The man pressed himself against Oswald’s touch and continued whimpering. Oswald slid a finger down Ed’s cheek and pressed the end of his gloved thumb against his lips. Eddie moaned, sucking in the leather between his teeth. His cheeks were bright red—they often were when Oswald showered him with praise, but Oswald wanted to redden a different set of cheeks.
Oswald pulled his hand away and tucked his cane under his arm. Edward looked up at him like a wounded animal, but he didn’t move from his spot on the floor and didn’t verbally protest.
“You are so well-behaved tonight.”
“Tonight is special,” Eddie said.
“And yet you were several hours late.”
Eddie audibly gulped before responding, “I had to make sure Batman wasn’t on my tail.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve stood me up on a dinner date, Eddie,” Oswald clicked his tongue.
“Are you… mad?” Eddie asked, trembling.
“No, my love,” Oswald reassured him. Eddie’s shoulders relaxed. “But I think that you deserve a little bit of punishment.”
Eddie nodded and then stood up. His legs wobbled beneath him, but he managed to take the few steps needed to make it to Oswald’s desk. He spread his legs roughly shoulder-length apart and leaned forward so that his stomach was pressed against the top of the desk. Oswald tapped the man’s belt, signaling for him to remove everything below his waist. The Riddler did so, kicking off his pants and underwear so that they wouldn’t be in the way.
Oswald tapped at Eddie’s ankles, which made him widen his stance. He was more unbalanced like this and had to grip the sides of the desk to keep from swaying.
“Color?” Oswald asked.
“Green,” Eddie replied.
With that, Oswald dragged the length of his cane up the Riddler’s inner thighs and up towards his pert cheeks. He gave it a few gentle taps before coming down with a firm smack. The impact made Eddie cry out. Despite the desk being solid mahogany, it still shook.
Oswald lost track of how many times he’d struck him. He considered asking his lover what that number was since he had a penchant for compulsive counting, but the man was drooling and mumbling “thank yous” and “I love yous” under his breath and Oswald didn’t want to interrupt his reverie.
He took a step back to admire his handiwork. Eddie’s ass and thighs were a delicious red. It resembled an apple—the thought of taking a bite certainly sounded appealing to Oswald. There were raised welts alongside bands of broken blood vessels and streaks of dark purple where it was bruised.
While giving Eddie his reprieve, Oswald divested himself of his slacks and underwear. With a smirk, he pressed his erection against Ed’s backside and chuckled at the desperate keening sound that fell from the man’s lips.
“Please,” Eddie begged.
Oswald draped himself across Eddie’s back and kissed along his spine. He leaned back, teasing at the man’s entrance with his erection, and gently massaged the raw and bruised skin with his still-gloved hands.
“Taking you from behind like this would feel amazing,” he said, “but I think we should give your backside a break for now.”
Oswald set the cane back onto the desk and grabbed the drinks he’d already pre-mixed. He handed Eddie the mojito and took a sip of his brandy before making his way to the couch. Eddie followed close behind, wincing with every step.
The Riddler stood in front of the King of Gotham, sucking down the blend of lime and rum. Their exposed erections twitched. Eddie set his drink aside and then carefully lowered himself into Oswald’s lap.
The Riddler took Oswald's hand into his own and then brought it up to his mouth. Carefully, he tugged at the leather with his teeth until his lover’s fingers were freed then pressed them against his face.
“Kiss me?” Oswald asked, “I love how it feels when you kiss me.”
Without hesitating, Eddie leaned forward and pressed his lips against the kingpin’s. It was firm and practiced, but not lacking in passion. The first kisses they shared were hungry and sloppy. Now, Eddie took his time unlocking every gasp and moan. He explored Oswald’s mouth and made a home on his tongue. They traced the outline of every unspoken word behind their teeth and filled their lungs with the other’s breath.
Oswald rolled his hips and the both of them gasped. Their erections were pressed together, but their skin was sweat-slicked and uncomfortable. Luckily, Edward came prepared. He pulled a small bottle of lube from his suit jacket before discarding the fabric in the same corner as the rest of his clothes. Before Eddie could get to work on their erections, Oswald removed the buttons from Edward’s vest.
“This color looks stunning on you,” he said as he ran a finger over the emerald silk.
“Thank you,” Edward blushed.
Oswald continued as he removed the buttons on the man’s dress shirt, “I’m so proud of you, Edward. Of who you are and how far you’ve come.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Oswald.”
“And I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.”
“There is no Riddler without the Penguin,” Eddie smiled.
Oswald tugged the shirt away, exposing the entirety of Edward Nygma to the open air. The sight took his breath away. Eddie could see how Oswald’s eyes roamed all over his body and soaked in every detail. He tucked his head, pulling his arms towards himself in a bashful display.
“No,” Oswald ran his hands over Eddie’s shoulders and down his arms. “You are far too beautiful to shy away from me. I deserve to see all of you.”
Edward, despite his mile-wide ego, lacked confidence in several key areas. For years, the man had been kicked and ridiculed. All he knew were insults and slander and, in many ways, he internalized those. They were painful habits to unlearn. Oswald knew early on in their friendship that Edward required more. He needed to know just how valuable he was—as an associate, a friend, and beyond. He always regretted not appreciating Edward enough and he wasn’t going to squander the opportunity now.
“Tell me something you like about yourself.”.
“What?” Eddie blinked stupidly at the request.
“You heard me the first time, Eddie.”
The Riddler’s eyes bulged. After a moment of consideration, he answered, “I’m the smartest man in Gotham.”
“That you are,” Oswald took the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to both their erections. With a slicked hand, he slowly stoked Eddie from base to tip. “And what else?”
“Uhh…um—” Eddie threw his head back and chuckled, “I can drive the Penguin crazy just by having his dick in my mouth.”
Oswald laughed out loud, “That you can. And what else?” He continued stroking.
“Um…” Eddie looked down between them at where Oswald was touching him. He ran his hands along Oswald’s thick thighs and dug the tips of his fingers into the soft flesh. “I-I’m loved. And it’s love that I deserve.”
“Yes.” Oswald leaned forward and claimed Ed’s lips with his own.
Eddie pulled away and took Oswald’s cock into his hand. The Penguin leaned back against the couch and spread his arms wide, leaving him completely open and exposed for Eddie to admire. He looked his lover in the eye as he stroked him this way and that. He built Oswald up to a steady rhythm that made Oswald’s toes curl.
“Yes, just like that,” Oswald gasped.
Edward shifted so that he could fit both of their erections in his hand and stroked them in tandem. They bucked their hips into the movement, huffing and moaning as they did. Oswald looked between them and at their slicked pricks. Their skin was shiny and glistened in the firelight. Oswald was decidedly hotter than he had been before his lover had entered to room. Apparently, all he needed to warm his core was the presence of the man he’d loved for years.
Their movements became more frantic until one final burst had Edward jerking forward, ropes of white pouring over his hand. The sight and heat of Eddie’s orgasm sent Oswald tumbling over the edge with his own.
Edward slumped forward and pressed his forehead against Oswald’s shoulder.
“Happy anniversary,” Edward smiled against his skin.
Oswald chuckled and reached up towards the green beads still around his neck. He planted a kiss at the corner of Eddie’s mouth.
“Happy anniversary, my love.”
