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eggcompany · 9 months ago

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The Fileman and the Forgotten Bird

Oswald Cobblepot was put in Arkham though he doesn't know why, he can't quite remember. One night he's walking the halls, reason forgotten, and stumbled upon Ed working in the file room. Neither of them could guess they would fall for each other so much... They'd have never guessed they'd end up sharing a bed, sharing Oswald's conjugal visit.

Oswald liked walking the halls at night. It was quiet. He didn’t get out of bed just to walk the halls. There had been a reason… he just couldn’t remember what it was.

Maybe it was because he was cold. He was cold now or at least his socked feet were against the tile.

He made his way to the medical office wing and traced his finger down the cement block walls. He always came this way when he was cold and now, he didn't need to think to get there, his feet brought him there when he caught chills. Or when he was hungry. Or really any other time he felt something and got up out of bed. His feet just brought him limping through the halls to the sterile scented wing.

He just kept walking until he came upon an open door to a file room. Poking his head in he saw a man his age at the desk writing something on a paper.

Usually there were only cleaning people at night. And one or two doctors but Oswald couldn't think of a time he'd seen this man. But then again, they could have met a million times over.

He stood in the doorway and watched the man. He was a very attractive man. Thin and cute. Slender strong hands and glasses that suited him well. A very handsome man.

Especially when he looked up at the pajama covered patient. And smiled. Perfect white straight teeth, eyes green and sparkling, skin perfect and soft looking.

“Hello there.” Ed said and looked around Oswald for a nurse. Patients weren’t usually alone in the halls. Edward didn't run into many patients, to Doctor Thompkins’ dismay. He worked nights filing for a reason, he wasn’t good with the patients.

“Hi” Oswald said and stepped forward looking around the room before sitting down on a chair in the corner. This was nice. He had a friend. This room was nice. Full of filing cabinets and a printer and a shredder and a desk and a friend. It felt like... a safe place. And this was his friend. The staff were all friends… mostly friends.

"Do you need something?" Edward asked and watched the short little thing sit straight backed with his feet swinging. The patient was… probably about his age, cute, short, blue eyes kinda fuzzy but blindly happy.

"I don't know." Oswald said and shrugged his shoulders a bit. He was sure he needed something; he just wasn't sure what.

Edward was a little confused by that and set down his pencil to focus on the other boy.

“Are you here because you’re sick?” The dark-haired boy shook his head and looked at the map of Gotham hung up on the wall, framed. It was actually a puzzle Edward had done with more than 5000 pieces.

It was oddly familiar to Oswald, like he'd seen the puzzle before. Or maybe it was all the lines?

He leaned in a bit to get a closer look, brain focused on trying to place why it was familiar.

“No? Are you just here to visit me then?” Ed asked light-heartedly. There were a lot of patients here who got lost often. It was easier to just ask them a few things and make sure they’re okay.... But they usually never wondered once they were put to bed, or at least not to the med wing.

They usually went to the cafeteria or recreational areas. Places that were happy or full of people usually. Not where they go when they hurt or are sick. Especially not down into the records hall.

“I- I don’t remember why I got out of bed. I think I was cold. I’m cold. Doctor Thompkins gives me these little thingies that get warm. I put them in my- my socks. It helps me sleep.” The patient said in a scattered way. He looked calm though, feet swinging easily and hands laying lax in his lap.

Edward nodded and thought about it until he came up with it. Perhaps this unusual situation was going to be a good distraction. A puzzle. Ed loved puzzles.

"The snap heating packs? The small colorful packs, they're sort of jelly like?" Edward asked and held his hands up making a square with his thumbs and forefingers. He knew those kinds of heating packs were more favorable than the dry heat ones that rely on body heat to warm up. Plus, they were easy to clean and easy to reset in the kettle.

"Yes! The nurse sometimes gives me purple ones, but Doctor Thompkins always gives me purple ones because I like purple. It's even- even on my door, my name is purple it's got a- a penguin sticker because some- some of the people who knew me call me penguin and and I like it. I like having a nickname. But my sign, it's got a penguin and then a big sticker O that's all glittery and then when I first got here I had to figure out how to hold like pens and stuff again and they gave me a huge pack of crayons cause I’m only allowed to have crayons but that's okay I really like them and I wrote the rest in this kinda shiny purple so the O is a-a sticker and then the S-W-A-L-D is all my- my handwriting. I've redone it a few times, but I like it. I like my sign. It- I can always remember it." Oswald rambled on; he liked talking to people. He liked talking to people when they wanted to talk to him. And the way the other man's eyes were focused on him, and he nodded along with each silly little explanation made Oswald feel seen and listened too. It made him happy, made him smile.

“Oswald that’s a very nice name. Did you know that it means Divine Power?” Ed asked and watched the twinkle in the patient's eyes at that.

Oswald… Waldo, Ozzy, Oz, Penguin…. Penguin…. Ed thought as the boy started to ramble on again. The nickname nearly reminded him of something, but he just couldn’t place it.

“My mother named me but but she spelled it differently, I spell it the English way. She- she spelled our last name differently too. It's Cobblepot for me because I got my-my birth certificate here but hers was Kapelput.” Oswald explained and Edward nodded. Oswald nodded and looked back to the map on the wall, seemingly done talking for the moment.

The assistant turned away and quickly typed in the name. Oswald Cobblepot.

Drowned. Suffers from short term memory loss and episodes of severe confusion and has a habit of self-harm. Likes sweets and hugs/physical affections. Injured right leg, heavy limp, occasional crutch or wheelchair.

Dangerous! If wearing civilian shoes, please alert security and do not make contact.

Well, that's...Odd. The man sitting in front of him was so small and cute, petite and social, how could he be so dangerous as to have such a bold red warning?

He was cute as his cheeks drew up in a happy excited smile and his legs swung in an arrhythmic way. He was at least half a foot shorter than Ed and his pajamas hung loosely around him. He spoke well, scattered and jumpy but coherent and pronounced.

Edward shook his head a bit, patients here could be... very deceiving in their looks. Like that adorable kid who came in for therapy who also threw knives at people in the park.

Better to check and make sure.

Ed stood up and stretched his arms over his head looking down at Oswald’s fuzzy purple socks.

Safe. At least positively sure. Not for a moment did Edward fear the other man. He had a gut feeling that his patient was particularly… well that they were going to get along.

“Well Mr. Cobblepot, why don’t we get some heat packs and go back to bed. It’s late, you know.” Ed said and touched his pockets feeling for his keys and phone.

He grinned at the patient who lifted himself up onto his feet, taking a moment to get his balance before grinning up at the other man.

“Okay! Mister...um… I forgot your name. I'm sorry.” Oswald apologized and looked down; he wanted to call this man ‘mister’ too since he'd used the same honorific. Names were just the hardest to remember.

Edward stuck his hand out in a polite way, bowing his head slightly, soft smile gracing his lips.

“You didn’t forget I never told. I’m Edward Nygma. Ed for short.” Edward said and Oswald awkwardly grabbed his hand for a soft jerky handshake before pulling it back and looking somewhere to the side of Ed's shoulder.

“Oh, okay can- could you help me to my room I… I can't remember how to get back to it from here.” Oswald asked, looking down with shame and sadness. It was embarrassing knowing where he was, who he was, but just not getting all the details together. Though he doubted not asking for help would make it any better and it’s better to ask than to get lost, or in trouble.

Ed was quick to stand closer to the shorter man and rub his shoulder. His profile said he likes hugs so a bit of physical touch should make him feel better even if Ed was a bit…. Odd about touching.

“Of course, Mr.Cobblepot! It's no trouble at all, I should get up to stretch my legs. May I see your bracelet to see what your room is?” Edward asked and motioned slightly toward the bright white band that was wrapped around every patient's wrist.

“Bracelet?” Oswald said looking confused at where Ed was pointing, like the white band wasn't registering to him, like it wasn’t catching his eye.

“Here let me see this for a moment.” Edward said and gently grasped the man’s surprisingly callused spindly hands. Oswald gasped a bit and looked at his own wrist. Surprised to see the band that seemingly just turned up.

“I didn’t know that was there. I’m sorry.” Oswald said in a spacey way.

He wasn't focused on speaking; he was more so enthralled with the way the other's hand wrapped completely around his wrist like a warm safe cuff of pure gentleness. Edward’s long, strong, cozy warm fingers that gently grazed over the numbers on the plastic band caught Oswald’s attention, making his eyes grow big and dark and his belly to start to feel a bit funny.

“No worries Mr. Cobblepot. You walked a long way tonight. Does your leg hurt?” Ed asked and closed the door behind them as they made their way into the hallway. He quickly locked it before starting the walk all the way across the third floor.

C Level Room 134.

That was... on the opposite side of the building and through many hallways.

“Oh… it’s okay. I- I- Doctor Thompkins makes me wear a brace at night cause I roll around a lot and- and it’ll dislocate. She makes me get ready for bed with a nurse because I have to have some help.” Oswald said, face turning quite red. He didn’t know if this man was a nurse or not. And he didn’t really even like the nurses knowing about his knee and hip braces or his nighttime routine because of his bed wetting.

“Ah, I understand. If you need a break let me know. I know where they keep the wheelchairs.” Edward reassured as he kept his pace leisurely. He didn’t want to make the much shorter man hurry to keep up with his own long strides.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls, Ed’s smooth and even and Oswald's a bit arrhythmic but together they made an almost.... melodic pace.

“Do you… are you a nurse? Or- or a doctor?” Oswald asked as they slowly made their way through the doors leaving the medical wing to walk through the recreation and cafeteria section. Each door Edward would open and hold for the patient to make his way through.

“Oh no, I’m just an assistant to Doctor Thompkins. I also work in the file room; I organize and shred documents and keep the files nice and neat. I also work at the police department doing just about the same thing. I prefer it here though, it’s a much nicer place.” Ed said and bent down to whisper the last part like it was a secret.

Oswald giggled and smiled, capturing Ed’s full attention.

God he was cute.

Short with big blue eyes like icebergs on the sea and pitch-dark hair all short and spiky over his forehead that left cute round ears poking out and his pointy nose turn peachy red with blush, perfect pale skin with only the faintest freckles trying to show across his cheeks, a certain charm that showed through his stuttered jumbled speech.

Edward didn’t even notice himself giggling lightly with him as they passed the separating doors and entered the hall of therapy rooms. He made himself pull his eyes away from the other man and cleared his throat, clearing away the odd tickly feeling he was getting in his chest.

“I-I like it here. I tried to go back to my mother, but I couldn’t find her. Our apartment was empty and- and then I tried to go find my friend but-but… well I ended up here and at first it was awful because I was so scared, and they were all mean to me but then Doctor Thompkins c-came, and she made it better. And now everyone’s nice to me mostly. There’re a few people who're always mad at me but but that’s okay.” Oswald said and thought back to when he had tried to find his mother and had come to the police department only to be met with guns and a detective dragging him around by the collar. They had yelled at him for two days straight before bringing Doctor Thompkins in to help.

And then he was with all the girls, and he hated that because they were really really mean. But... It's okay now.

It’s okay because now he had a friend and was on his way to his nice room.

“That doesn’t sound very okay Oswald, why are they mad at you?” Edward asked, more curious than concerned. He didn't know of any great criminal of Gotham named Oswald. Or Ozzie or Oz or Waldo.

Plus, it seemed as though Oswald was having an easier time remembering things like happenings than specific details and it was intriguing to Edward.

“Oh um…. Before I got here in the- the months I can’t remember, I think I did something bad. I… I think I hurt people. I don’t- I wouldn’t ever hurt anyone. I don’t…. It makes me feel like I don’t know who I am, sometimes. I just wanna…. I wanna have a job and- and watch cartoons and I dunno… get married, my mother wanted me to get married. I- I have a hard time liking people enough to do the necessary activities to get married though.” Oswald said and kind of shrugged it off at the end. He didn’t like thinking of his mother much because of how sad it made him. He missed her. But then again, she’d probably be ashamed of him now anyway.

Edward laughed a bit at ' necessary activities '. Such an odd thing to say. But the sad look on the other’s downturned face made him quiet and try to lighten the mood again.

“Oh? Is there anyone here that catches your eye? Dating is very important for the growth of relationships.” Edward said and leaned over a bit to bump his elbow into the other’s arm.

“I think there is now. I don’t know. I’ll have to talk about it with- with my talk-to doctor.” Oswald said and looked away with a smile. Edward was about to say something about his cherry-colored ears but they needed to stop by the non-medical supplies closet. The green door wiping the comment from his tongue as he cleared his throat again.

“Ah, can you wait here on the bench for a moment? I need to sign out the heating packs and call doctor Leslie real fast. Yeah, just sit there, good boy.” Edward explained and guided the patient to sit on the padded bench. Oswald smiled and sat down obediently, eyes unfocusing for a moment before he was glancing up at the ceiling tiles.

Edward unlocked the door and took a breath and shook his hands. What an odd day. What an odd man. So exciting!

“Hello?” Said a scratchy sleep-tired voice.

“Leslie, it's Edward Nygma.” Ed said as he picked nervously at the wall in front of him with his hand unoccupied by his cell phone.

“Oh, hi Ed, any reason you’re calling me so late?” The doctor asked as she sat up a bit in bed, trying not to wake the man next to her.

“Oswald Cobblepot.” Edward said and then regretted not saying something else when the doctor asked a bit panicked.

“Oh no what happened? Are you okay? Did you call the police?” She asked and Ed was shaking his head even though he knew she couldn't see it, just hating the way she sounded so upset at the other man’s name.

“No, no, no. It's not like that. He needs heating packs. He actually walked all the way to my office and just sat down and chatted with me for a bit. He's very... sweet. He's... he needed some heating pads and someone to help him back to his room." Edward explained and felt his face heat slightly trying not to call the apparently 'dangerous' patient anything weird. Like adorable, darling, wonderful, cute, snuggly looking.

"You're with him now?" The doctor asked, feeling a bit at ease in the obvious endearing flick in her assistant's voice.

Edward was an odd fellow. Always nosing into other people’s business but also shying away from actual social conversation. And Oswald was sort of… well he could be very mean and hateful at times. Sometimes. Most times. Biting, kicking, screaming at the top of his lungs until only squeaky noises escaped him. Leslie had seen Oswald be sweet, wrapped up in his blanket sitting in his wheelchair watching the snow or helping the older ladies open and close their markers, but never to anyone other than fellow patients.

"He's sitting in the hall where I can see him. I'm going to put him back in bed. He's very talkative. I thought maybe it would be okay if I tucked him in... and such." Edward asked and watched Oswald scoot around on the bench until settling in the middle. He settled in, shoulders drooping to relax once he found the best spot, eyes wandering up and down the walls happily.

"He hasn't thrown a fit or anything? Complaints?" Leslie asked and was a little shocked that Oswald had sought out the other man.

Edward had a certain way that usually... rubbed people the wrong way. Corrective, ranting, staring in a way that usually made people uncomfortable.

"Nope, he asked for heating packs, he didn't have shoes or slippers on just socks and it seems he's feeling a bit cold. The entire walk so far, he's been telling me his story and he got a bit teary talking about how he was so scared and confused when he was first brought in." Ed explained and found the drawer that had the heating packs in them, picking out five purple ones and slipping them into his white coat's pocket.

"Yeah he... he lost about five years and he's pretty traumatized. Sign the heating packs out under my name and I'll fix the papers in the morning. And Ed?" Lesliesaid and smiled into her phone, knowing what she was going to say was gonna shake him up a bit.

"Yes Doctor Leslie?" Ed answered and filled out the paper for the heating packs. He liked doing paperwork, he thought faintly as he filled out the chart.

"You sound happy." Leslie said and grinned as Edward’s stutters filled the static between them.

"I- I love my job." Ed answered and tried to think of something to make his face less on fire with blush. Brushing his teeth, cleaning the floor, putting on socks, putting socks on Oswald gently and softly running his hand through that mess of spikey black hair- No! Ed shook his head and listened to Leslie huff out a half-laugh.

"Okay, anything else? Because do not call me again unless it's an emergency." Leslie asked, laughing off the stuttered fraud of an answer.

"Oh um.... I think he’s a bit sad and I think he may need some hugs can- can I do that? Is that okay? Oh, and he seems to be walking a bit…. Does he have any incontinence problems?” Ed asked quietly and looked out the window in the door to find Oswald rubbing his feet together and staring down at them. He'd been walking with a bit of a.... well the way someone walks when they've got something they're not used to between their legs. Like a bruised thigh or a diaper.

He heard a sigh on the other side of the line.

"I'm only doing this because he hasn't bitten or thrown himself down on the floor in a fit. I'm gonna let you be one of his contact assistants. He wears a pull up at night and he doesn't like sleeping in a shirt. Edward handle this with utmost care, Oswald's transgender. That means when you let him put on a clean pull up you gotta make sure he wipes himself. There are wet wipes with his name on them and his nighttime pads are all blue. If he asks for help then help him, offer assistance but do not approach unless prompted. And don't say anything about his chest scars. He doesn't like them. Do you understand that Edward?" Leslie said in a very serious tone that had Edward memorizing each word down to the letter.

"Yes- Yes ma'am. I'll be very careful. He- You should be getting back to bed. Goodnight Doctor." Edward said and moved to hold the doorknob, excited to get back to the man who was looking drowsy on the bench, letting his eyelids droop and a yawn break free.

"Good night Edward." Leslie said but was cut off by the click of the phone hanging up.

Edward stepped out of the supply room and Oswald looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I got you all purple, now let's get you back to bed." Edward said softly and offered his arm when Oswald twinged a bit to the side when standing up. They made their way toward the room that had a sparkling ' O' sticker on the sign. Edward was happy to walk slowly, arms linked, with the patient.

Oswald was smiling slightly and opened his door, leaving Ed to go into the bathroom with his key in hand. The patient went and pulled the blankets back on the bed, well gathering his soft purple blanket that he didn’t remember ever not having but couldn’t remember who gave it to him as it wasn’t standard given to all patients, and setting it near his pillow.

"Thank you Mr. Nygma for helping me back. Um, Can you unlock my cabinet too? I need something from there." Oswald said as he sat down on the side of his bed. He needed to change his undergarments at least... Ed made his tummy feel weird and Oswald didn't like sleeping in damp, whether that be his briefs or his pull up underneath.

"Oh your cabinet... Do you need any medication or anything other than the heating packs?" Edward said and laid the five purple packs at the foot of the bed and waited for Oswald to get done picking at a spot on his striped soft pants.

Oswald picked at his pants thinking about how odd it was to have a boy in his room with the door shut. No one ever let him do that before. Not mother, not the nurses. It made his heart jump a bit.

“Oh I’m I have to wear-“ Oswald started to say embarrassedly before Ed shook his head and remembered. He quickly unlocked the cabinet and grabbed the wipes and folded up black padding.

“Of course I’ll get those for you one moment. Do you need a change of underwear too?” Edward asked and stood up with the wipes and pad in hand, Oswald grinned and nodded.

He didn’t feel so bad anymore, this nurse was nice. Usually the boy nurses were rough but this one was nice. Ed. Ed was nice. Usually boys were mean but Ed was nice.

"that- that would be nice, yes. I-I have a hard time sleeping when- when I'm not warm and comfortable." Oswald explained as Edward grabbed a pair of clean purple and black striped briefs from the easily readable laundry cabinet next to him.

“Do you want any help? Do you know what to do?” Edward asked and handed over the supplies and looked into Oswald’s iceberg eyes.

“I think so” Oswald answered with uncertainty lining his voice. Edward let him go to scurry back into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him.

“If you need help, I’ll help you, Oswald.” Edward said at the door and looked around the room.

Oswald had… few extra amenities. No privacy curtain, table, bed table, side table, extra betting, etc. It was odd. There was only a picture taped to the wall and a scrapbook shoved under the bed.

Edward looked at the picture, an older woman smiling ear to ear holding up a very chubby little baby in a frilly pink dress. Oswald, that had to be him. The pointed nose, dark hair, shimmering blue eyes, round cheeks. Edward grinned at the image, it was sweet. That must be the mother Oswald oh so dearly loves.

“Mister? Why’re you in my room?” Edward turned and smiled at Oswald, now gripping his shirt in front of him, and nodded his head. He kept the first in front of him, doing little to cover his soft chubby torso and freckle speckled shoulders.

“I’m helping you to bed, Mr. Cobblepot. I’m Edward, we walk from the med wing. Are you ready to go to bed?” Edward said in a soft voice. Oswald looked at him with wide confused eyes for a minute, cheeks turning tomato red.

“I’m sorry, I forget things sometimes. You do files. Files, file room. Ed.” Oswald said and blinked his eyes a few times. Nice boy, nice boy in his room, works with the Doctor.

Edward nodded and motioned toward the bed and Oswald hurriedly sat down, setting his shirt to the side and pushing his blankets out of the way.

“I’m, I’m ready. I’m sleepy, I-I think I’ve been up for a long time now. Thank you, Ed.” Oswald said and carefully laid down, making sure his leg didn’t twist the wrong way. Edward stood at the end of the bed, picking up the heat packs and snapping them all, moving them in his hands feeling the warmth.

“Would you like these in your socks or under your blankets? They get warm, see.” Edward asked and pressed one against the bottom of Oswald’s socks. The patient gasped and made a pleased noise, nodding his head.

“Feels nice… Can… can I have one for my… ears?” Oswald asked, obviously focusing on the feeling rather than speaking. Edward smiled and handed him one of the packs and worked on slipping the others into his socks.

Oswald hummed and rubbed the pack across his face and nose, holding it over each of his ears. Then his eyes popped open wide with a gasp.

“Is there something wrong, Oswald? Are you alright?” Edward asked in concern at the blush that was creeping down Oswald’s throat and down to his chest. Maybe the packs were too hot? Did he snap them wrong?

“I- I’m just sleepy is all. Those feel nice. Thank you. May I go to bed now?” Oswald asked, kinda pushy like he just wanted Ed to leave. Ed just nodded and made his way to the door, slight grin on his face as he shut out the lights.

“Goodnight, Mr. Cobblepot. Maybe I’ll come visit you again.” Edward teased as he stood in the hallway light leaking in through the open door. He could just make out the way Oswald glanced away and nodded.

“Okay, Ed”

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Edward found it pleasant to be interactive with the patients. Patient. Oswald.

He liked stretching his legs after sitting for hours and the long walk to the man’s room was perfect and calm. And it was nice to see the twinkle in Oswald’s eyes, even when he didn’t fully recognize Ed. The dark haired boy would smile and talk and talk before realizing it was Eddy and give him a hug. And Ed was okay with being hugged by warm soft arms and cold spindly hands.

“Good evening Mr. Cobblepot, how’re you doing today, Ozzy?”

“Hi Ozzy, what’re you reading?”

“Oh Ozzy, don’t you wanna go see the rain? We can bring your blanket.”

“Ozzy do you think the nurses will let us have a sleepover?”

“Ozzy, shush, I brought snacks.”

Ed would bring different things for Oswald, to the nurses disdain. Crackers, strawberry milk, a bag of cheap pre popped popcorn, tea in a thermos, each thing Ed brought and shared with Oswald in his bed made the patient even sweeter. Always thanking Ed with a hug as he snuggled in next to the other man sitting against the wall in the bed.

Oswald had requested only one thing, a picture of them together with Ed’s name written under it. And there was a cruddy picture printed by the office printer of them taken on Ed’s cell, both smiling widely, tapes next to the photo of Oswald and his dear mother.

Though some nights were better than others, some nights ending in Oswald crying screaming that he didn’t want a man in his bedroom at night, that Edward was improper, Ed kept coming back and being kind. Oswald was an amazing creature. He couldn’t stay away.

At least that’s what he told himself. What he told himself at work when he daydreamt of Oswald’s thin hands or his soft belly speckled with powder light freckles, his round ears, his sweet little giggles, his smooth pink scars, his thin lips, how soft his hair would be in Edwrd’s hand or how he makes such enticing sounds when something feels nice on him… It was all because Oswald was… intriguing. Not because he felt like warm fresh-from-the-dryer laundry when he was around the dark haired man or because his heart felt like a gymnast when Oswald fell asleep on his shoulder or in the chair in the file room.

And Oswald felt… happy. He felt warm and fuzzy in his belly when Ed was around. He talked about him with the therapist all the time. He told his friend, Gretchen, all about the boy and she’d said that Ed sounded like a good boy. He liked the way the wall and sheet smelled after Ed left and how every part of Ed was amazing and that Oswald wanted to touch his skin all over.

And he was sure Ed had good skin under his clothes. Oswald liked the skin on his hands, strong hands with perfect short nails that made Oswald’s center do a weird flip flop. He was sure the soft smooth slightly tanned skin was everywhere and that it would all feel very good against his own pale flesh.

Everywhere against him. Oswald could imagine it in such clarity. All times of day. Which really only caused Oswald more frustration because he felt good but he felt… lonely too. He like the way his belly got warm and how nice his blanket felt between his knees and how suddenly he was a bit breathless and he could picture Edward snuggling against him, kissing him, being so close, being connected- and then Oswald could start to cry and get a weird squirming feeling and have to go to the bathroom and washing his face.

And both had decided, perhaps it would be okay to keep near. Perhaps it would be okay to keep the warm feeling in their chests a secret from the other but… still try and get a bit closer to savor it.

Night after night Edward made his way from the filing room, lost in his own mind, to the patient’s room. And Oswald would be there. Sometimes with a knowing smile, other times half asleep, and occasionally reading a book. They talked, shared sacks and drinks, read a comic book Edward liked, and sometimes they just sat near and rested against each other.

And it was always at night when the lights went out. Oswald knew, even when he really didn’t, that good things come when the lights go out.

So when Edward made his way into the room during the day, just after lunch, Oswald was frightened.

Ed was on break from the police station, taking an extra long lunch to come visit Oswald and ask if it would be okay to go on an outing. He already had permission to take Oswald to a drive-in theater, but he’d yet to ask the other boy. He was giddy walking quickly with the movie listings printed out in his hands.

He was less giddy when he heard the other squawk and yell as soon as his door was opened. Oswald was scrambling in his bed, pulling all his blankets over himself, face flush and pink, hair a mess. Ed was concerned, making his way to the bedside, taking in the way Oswald was positioned to hide his arms or legs. Oswald had tried to hurt himself before. Edward took a breath and looked at Oswald’s teary face and messy bed.

“Oswald.” Edward said and reached for the blanket covering Oswald’s middle.

“Eddie don’t look” Oswald squawked and moved one hand to keep the blanket but Edward already was pulling the blanket away. The assistant disregarded Oswald’s shouts to go away or stop. Even when they started a halfway game of tug-of-war.

“Oswald, I have to see if you’re hurting yourse- oh Ozzie.” Edward said when he finally got the blankets off Oswald’s body.

He was lying there, shirt rucked up to his armpits, day pants shoved down to his ankles, briefs down his knees, one hand holding the brush end of a hairbrush as its handle plunged into his rosy center. Edward stared, just for a moment, he just looked. Oswald was so pretty. His soft belly, his trembling plush thighs, his small hands struggling not to shake as he kept the makeshift toy in place. His face was pure, overwhelmed with pleasure, he’d come to tears. And oh the way his straight thin black hair laid around his tender slit made Edward very suddenly light headed and very aware of where his blood was headed.

“I said don’t look!” Oswald cried out and brought his good leg up to kick Ed in the gut. Though it was a very light kick, it was enough to pull the taller boy out of his own head.

Ed shook his head and reached for Oswald’s hand still occupied with the brush.

“Oswald I can’t let you do that with a hairbrush. That’s not okay.” Edward said and grasped Oswald’s wrist as the boy hit him with his free hand.

“But it’s my hairbrush!” Oswald said and let out a sob as Edward’s hand pressed on his lower stomach, holding him down.

“No.” Edward said and gently but firmly held Oswald’s wrists away with one hand and used his other to pull the brush from Oswald’s clenching, shaking body. Edward felt like he couldn’t breathe as he held the brush in his hand and looked down at the other.

Oswald was sobbing, whole body shaking with each sob. His hole twitching and clenching around nothing as his knees drew together to try and hide away, his belly jiggling slightly with the creaking sobs. And his thighs were shiny with slick, matching the nearly dripping handle of the brush. Oswald was messy, not only his tear and sob smeared face but also where his slick spattered down the insides of his legs and his soaked soft looking pubes.

Oswald let out a whimper and shook, legs trembling. He reached up for Edward’s arm where the brush was hanging limp at his side.

“Please Ed…. I need it. Nothing else makes it better. It’s all… itchy in there.” Oswald begged and Edward took a step back, tearing his eyes away from the patient. He focused on breathing and thinking of things to kill his erection. Mowing grass, cold showers, vaccinations, stubbing his toe.

He just looked at the door and then realized the warm brush was still in his hand and he rushed over to the cabinet.

“Oswald… do you know what you were doing?” Edward asked seriously and got a biohazard bag from the cabinet and quickly put the hairbrush in it, sealing away the slightly sweet aroma coming from it. He turned around to see Oswald pulling his pants up and shoving his shirt down, hiding away the yards of soft pale flesh Edward was so enamored with.

“I-I-I thought I was supposed to,” Oswald said looking down at where he was still all sticky. He was doing something that wasn’t hurting him when he was having weird feelings. He was supposed to do nice things to himself. Like counting or jumping. The hairbrush felt nice… at least much better than his fingers or when he rubbed on the bed.

“Oswald you… you shouldn’t put things that aren’t specifically made for it, inside of yourself. You wouldn’t eat a tennis ball would you? Hm would you?” Edward asked to lighten the mood a bit which caused Oswald to give him a confused look before shaking his head with a light grin.

“No, I wouldn’t eat a tennis ball.” Oswald said lightly and shook his head.

“So something like this” Edward said and held up the hair brush inside the bag “should not go inside of you. Now clean yourself up we need to go ask doctor Thompkins something don’t we.” Edward said and walked out, taking a moment to breathe outside the door.

His heart was racing, his cock ached, and he just knew. He knew what they both wanted, needed, craved .

“Yes, Eddy.” Oswald said as the back of the door, he laid back flat in his bed, hands laying over his covered stomach. He couldn’t help the smile that crested on his lips. It suddenly felt a sugary warmth not only in his pants but also in his chest. Like he knew Edward was thinking the same thing he was.

Oh to just be together as themselves and in the most improper ways.

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“I’m concerned for his sexual health. This is what he was using for a masturbation aid.” Edward said and set the hairbrush in its bag on Leslie’s desk. Watching the woman's eyes grow wide and her eyebrows raise, Edward schooled his face to not show how desperate he felt to get permission to… help Oswald.

“Oswald?” She asked with a look that had Oswald looking down at his fidgeting feet. The dark haired boy’s face was cherry red and his hands were shifty and flexing against his day clothes.

“I thought I was supposed to. It- it- I wasn’t hurting myself. It- I’m sorry.” Oswald muttered and looked over to the side. He felt a bit like he was about to be scolded by the school master.

“No, no, it’s okay Oswald. I just wish you would have told the therapist you were struggling with desires of this… nature. You know we all tiptoe around this kind of thing. Especially with you.” Leslie said and plastered on a calm smile and gentle demeanor. She nodded and at Oswald when he looked up at her, eyes unsure.

He mustered up his emotions, mostly confusing which made him mad and frustration that also made him mad.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to- to do. It’s itchy and weird and it makes my underwear smell weird and then after I have to pee even if I don’t really need to pee and- and then it makes me make- make weird noises and it makes it hard to breathe. I dunno what to do other than… put something in there.” Oswald said in a rush, ending up making a very scrunched up face at Leslie who had to hold back her laughter. A bird with its feathers up for sure.

“Do you know what you were doing is called?” Leslie asked and Oswald sat back down, slumping and shook his head.

“I-I-I don’t know.” Oswald confessed and looked back down at the bottom of Doctor Thompkins’ desk. He flushed again but then looked over at Ed’s shiny shoes and felt a bit better. Ed was like balm on a burn. It didn’t matter if Oswald was dumb about some things because Ed knew about all sorts of stuff.

“Masturbation. It’s not a bad thing to do but we need to talk to the therapist and make sure you understand what it means to do it. Then we can… explore other options.” Leslie explained and noted that she needed to have an emergency call to Oswald’s therapist and arrange a very.. Fragile appointment.

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“Fragile” was not a word to describe what Oswald was going through. Aggressive self-soothing? Perhaps. Obsessive hypersexualized self-soothing, nearing the line between soothing and harm? Yes.

Oswald had been sat down and told that 1. Masturbation is good and healthy for a man Oswald’s age, 2. There are things made to go inside and nothing else should ever go inside. Ever., and 3. If he ever wanted to invite someone else to his room for anything more than masturbation, he’d need to get permission from Doctor Leslie and his therapist and then get an exam.

And they’d given him some books to read, and made it very clear that even if the books all showed girls, and said they were for girls, and only were about girls, that they didn’t see him as anything except the man he is. Oswald hated the books. He hated them so much. He read them… and read them again, and then took them to the bathroom with a small plastic mirror, and decided they were gross and put them in the trash, and then put them under his bed because maybe they were gross but also kind of useful.

And they gave him a very weird squishy blue thing. Oswald called it the thingy because he couldn’t remember what the doctor had told him it was.

The weird doctor.

The one that made him lay on a table with his legs all bent and open, the one who put something cold and weird inside of him before he panicked and they made him sleep only to wake up with his butt, thighs, and stomach aching horribly. The one who was all smiley when she came in and told him that he was healthy. Told him he only had minor scarring from his procedure. The procedure that he had no idea even happened and that she never explained. One that had apparently happened in the years he was missing.

But Oswald was okay. He was okay putting the thingy inside himself and biting his pillow to keep quiet. He was okay balling up his blanket between his legs and rubbing on it. He was okay sitting in the common room, spaced out, and rocking back and forth until the nurses told him to stop. He was okay with Ed coming in for lunch and finding Oswald withering under his blankets, whimpering his name. He was okay with Ed touching his ankle when he hides away under his blanket, shaking from those little shocks that happen once he’s done. He was okay when Ed came in at night and stood by the door and watched. He was very okay when Ed would watch him, standing by the door, and come press a kiss to Oswald’s panting lips after he got done trembling and shaking. Oswald was okay.

Edward however was on the edge of a very steep cliff. He spent far too many hours rushing through the halls between the file room and Oswald’s room. Far too many rushed moment’s hiding under his desk holding a tissue over his cock just to keep from staining the carpet. And far far far too many hours stood just inside Oswald’s door watching the patient.

Ed couldn’t help himself. He knew he should turn and leave but the way Oswald twisted and jerked in his bed, under his purple blanket, the way he cried out and let out busted little sobs, the way he moaned out Ed’s name like the assistant was his savior… it all made Ed glue down to the floor. It made him take the few steps so that when Oswald was laying lax in his bed catching his breath Ed could press hot kisses into his panting mouth. It made it impossible for him to keep his hands from stealing a little touch from the other man, it made it impossible for Ed to not grab at a frail ankle and feel the racing pulse wracking through the shorter man.

And Ed was losing it. He was running from the room to the bathroom to give himself a few tight strokes before he was spilling into the toilet or sink. He was hiding under the file room desk to jerk himself off thinking of how good Oswald would feel in his hands, in his lap, on him. How sweetly he’d sob as Ed touched his softest, most precious parts. How he’d sob and cry and hang onto Ed like the brunette was the only anchor he had to earth. And Ed had to tell himself jerking off four times a day was inhibiting his ability to get work done. And he’d hear Oswald small breathy whimpers, see his tear streaked face, see how his body trembled and rocked with the aftershocks of an orgasm and go back to the bathroom to pull himself through just one more.

And he couldn’t stop. He found himself going to Oswald constantly. Seeing him in the day room in the morning rocking in his chair, in his room for lunch only to find Oswald whining and crying from stuffing himself, at night when the lights went off and Oswald was throwing himself through lord knows how many orgasms before he fell asleep with his briefs around his knees. He couldn’t stop from watching, from getting Oswald a water and a cookie, a wash cloth, and kissing him, kneeling over him in bed and kissing him until Oswald was panting again.

No matter how many times Oswald didn’t notice him there, how many times Oswald walked to the file room and couldn’t remember Ed’s name but knew the room was a good room, how many times Oswald gasped and told him that a man should never sneak up on someone in their powder room while he was getting ready for bed, nothing could keep Ed away.

It all came to a head when Leslie had called him while he was filing at the police station. She was frustrated sounding.

Oswald was having a fit . He was screaming, crying, and fighting off every single person who got near him. He wanted Edward Nygma . Leslie said she was astonished that the patient could even remember Ed’s full name and could recite it over and over again as he threw hit books at the door. Ed was even surprised when Leslie held her phone away from her and he could faintly hear the patient’s screaming.

“ I want Eddy! Edward Nygma is the only person allowed in! Go away! Go away! Please stay away!”

Ed felt a hiccup in his chest and stood stone still as Leslie told him to get his ass over before they send in the big nurses and drug Oswald until he’s passed out. He bit out an answer and dropped the papers onto his desk and hurried out to tell everyone he was leaving early because of a small emergency.

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Ed had come in, being led back to Oswald’s room by a very burly nurse. He stood before the door as Leslie told the rest of the staff that Ed was, well, The Edward Nygma. And Edward opened the door to his dear sweet Oswald.

And promptly got nailed in the face with a tube of lube.

“Oh Eddy, I-I’m sorry I didn’t know! Eddy, they want to touch me! I don’t want them to touch me! I want you to touch me, can’t- can’t you help me? Please Eddy, I need- need- I don’t know but I need it!” Oswald sobbed out and reached out from his bed toward Edward who was easily making his way to sit down on the bed.

Oswald clung to him, arms wrapping around Ed’s thin middle as he nuzzled into the other man’s warm chest. Ed smiled and started an easy even rhythm of rubbing Oswald’s back, up and down over his knobby spine.

“Why are you so upset? What happened, Ozzy?” Ed asked as Oswald rubbed his soft cheek across the texture of Ed’s button down shirt. The smaller man groaned and went all loose, laying across Edward’s lap with his face hidden.

Ed had to clench his jaw to keep from making a noise at the sight of Oswald’s nose laying against his zipper and his small hands fidgeting with one of his belt loops. Oswald had been getting handsy, grabbing and hugging and burying his face in Ed’s clothes or neck. And when Oswald turned just a small bit and looked up at Ed with those piercing blue eyes, half hidden by his hair, Ed could barely keep himself from dragging the patient up into a searing kiss.

“Had a dream. Woke up all… weird feeling in my gut. Told the nurse I needed to take a shower, she wouldn’t let me, she just told me to change my underthings. But- but the- the texture… It made it worse. I got put in the day room and then they kicked me out for rocking, I went to lunch and they fussed at me for rubbing on the bench, and- and then I talked to the talk-to doctor and he fussed at me for fidgeting and squirming around. Just need you.” Oswald said quietly, eyes starting to well up, becoming glistening and just that much more desperate looking.

Edward stared. He felt something inside his brain, inside his very soul, was twisting. Twisting, burning, turning dark in his chest as he stared down the pathetic lovely little thing sniffling in his lap, against his swelling cock, in such emotional and physical turmoil.

And he liked it. He liked how his hand drug over Oswald’s shoulder, into his shaggy black hair, and pressed his head down as his hips rolled up. He liked the whimper and slight struggle Oswald gave as Ed’s zipper dug into his cheek, liked the confused and slightly frightened look on Oswald’s tear stricken pink tinted face. And he liked how when he let up Oswald sat up and moved closer to pant and nuzzle against Ed’s neck, words lost to the blood rushing in Ed’s ears.

“Oswald, do you want to have sex with me?” Edward asked as he rolled his head to the side to lay against Oswald’s slightly damp hair.

He nearly laughed at the noise that escaped Oswald’s throat, something between a honk and a gasp, breathy yet… caught and squeaky.

The patient jerked back to sit on his butt, bad leg thrown over the side of the bed, the other sat flat behind Edward’s back. He stared at Ed with wide eyes, as though he was so shocked by the question. After weeks of showing Ed his most sensitive moments… Why was it so shocking?

“Oswald, you know what you want.” Ed said lowly as he pulled his own leg up on the bed, between Oswald’s spread ones, pushing their chests together, shoving the patient to lay on the bed, moving to cage the smaller man in with his arms on either side of his narrow shoulders.

Oswald looked up at him with big shocked eyes, rimmed red from tears, hands shaking as they floated between their stomachs. He opened and closed his mouth, brain far too scrambled and boiled to come up with an answer at the moment. Ed used one hand to hold himself up and the other to touch the side of Oswald’s face, thumb tracing a soft cheek as his other fingers traced over his round ears.

“Say what you want. What do you want? You threw a big tantrum, yelled, threw things, you hit people, what was it all for?” Edward asked, staring straight into Oswald’s eyes as he looked anywhere else. Oswald’s jaw worked under the warm palm cradling it.

“You. I d-do, I want you, Eddy. I-I caused trouble t-to get you here. Please? Please Eddy, I signed papers, I-I can have the-the special room.” Oswald begged, he forced his eyes to flash up to catch the other’s gaze.

Ed hummed, enjoying the way Oswald looked in the moment. He liked knowing Oswald was soaking wet underneath his clothes. That he was wanting and ready through a few layers of fabric.

“You have to say that to Doctor Thompson. You have to tell her you want to have sex, that you want it. You have to agree to get checked out after. Understand that, Ozzy?” Ed explained as he let his face get closer to Oswald’s, his fingers still gently stroking over damp hair and blushing pink ears. Oswald’s eyes flashed up and down from eyes down to lips, down lower where Ed’s leg was keeping his own spread open.

“I- I- understand. Doctor Thompson, tell her, use- use the words. Yes, Eddy, pl-please” Oswald said beggingly as his hips rolled down onto the bed. The small movement was enough to set something alight in Ed. He shoved himself up, standing in front of the flustered blushing patient and looked him over with hunger in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you. Skip dinner, a nurse will bring you to the room. You’re being good, Ozzy, just relax for the next few hours. Don’t use your toy. I’ll see you later.” Ed said quickly, he was on the brink of fucking Oswald right in his shitty little bed with everyone his abreath behind the door. He didn’t care. Oswald was perfect, and wanting .

Oswald nodded and was about to say something but Ed was already shutting the door behind himself. He laid back in bed, hands laying on his chest. He nearly giggled. He was going to do something naughty with a boy… How fun!

Doctor Thompson was the first one to see the giggling, grinning patient. She knew it was going to happen eventually.

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“Oswald, I need to take you to the conjugal visitor’s room. Bring your blanket and a change of clothes.” Said a nurse as she stood by the door, waiting on Oswald.

“I- I have them. I have everything. I- I’m prepared.” Oswald said and grabbed up the stack of material he had already gathered. He had gotten ready as soon as he got the papers that said what to expect, what to bring, and what would happen after.

He was overly excited as he was shown through the ward, down a hall he’d never been down, and to a door that looked just like all the others in the hospital. Except when he opened it he was greeted with a sight better than any he’d seen in… a very long time.

“Hi Ozzy, come sit down. I made dinner.” Edward said and welcomed Oswald into the room that was furnished like a regular apartment with a table, a tv, a couch, a small kitchenette, and a door that was open leading to the bedroom.

Oswald looked around in wonder. It was just like a regular home. He looked at the windows that were just pictures on the walls and not real windows, the soft warm lights, the bed in the bedroom dressed in simple sheets with a comforter folded at the foot, and finally he looked back at Ed who was motioning toward a chair that sat at the small four person table.

Oswald sat down at the table and looked at the plate in front of him. He felt like he was dreaming.

“This is breakfast.” He said as he looked at the stunning plates before him, the smell making his mouth water and his mind quiet.

“Yes. You said you liked breakfast. This is breakfast dinner . French toast, eggs, bacon, and nice warm tea. I know you don’t like coffee.” Edward said and swept a hand over the table, showing off all the fresh made food.

He’d been working hard to make Oswald food that would fill him up and give him energy. It made something feel sweet in his heart, something was being fed by taking care of Oswald. Something that made him wanna feed Oswald himself, to have complete control over it all. But then he was sure that might scare his sweet partner away. Especially when Oswald looks up with big puppy eyes as his hands nervously float over the cutlery set beside his plate.

“Can-can I eat it? Or do I need to wait?” Oswald asked and his mouth watered at the sight of all the food. He wasn’t worried about how he looked under his clothes or if he washed his hair well enough, he wasn’t scared about Ed not liking him, he felt a wash of calm come over him as Edward nodded and stepped away.

“Eat, Oswald, you’ll need energy.” Edward said and sat down opposite of the other and began to eat.

They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to. Oswald was already getting a warm feeling in his gut and Edward had been at least half hard since he’d started preparing the dinner. Since he’d put the soft towels beside the bed, piled the bedside with condoms and lube packets, and made sure there were snap warmers and extra socks nearby.

Edward was quiet as he cleaned the plates away, putting them in the sink to be dealt with later he came back and stood behind Oswald’s chair, gently letting his fingers skate up over his shoulders to rub up and down the thrumming vein on each side of his frail pale neck.

“Oswald, what do you want to do now?” Edward asked and felt the other swallow and open his mouth without speaking before closing it again a few times. He used his grasp on Oswald’s jaw and tilted his face up to look at him.

Oswald was red in the face, ears flushed a dark pink to match his cheeks. His eyes wavering and glossy wet, lips trembling, hands grabbing tightly onto the belly of his own sweater, his only anchor. Ed watched him, watched him struggle helplessly with what he wanted to say.

“Do you want me to be in charge?” Ed asked simply and Oswald was closing his eyes tightly and nodding. Of course, Ed thought, Oswald is dependent , he needs guidance, thrives under it.

And the weight of having to come up with a response lifted from Oswald’s shoulders. He didn’t know where to start. He only knew what to do with Ed after the fact. He only knew the sloppy wet kisses that were pressed into his lips when he was drowning in his own orgasm. Ed knew though. Ed always just knew .

“Up. Kisses, yes?” Edward ordered and then asked as soon as Oswald was standing before him. Oswald was closing his eyes, dark eyelashes fanning beautifully across his lightly freckled face, lips pursing forward. Edward smiled and gently placed his hands on Oswald’s soft hips.

“Good” Edward whispered as he leaned down to connect their lips, slowly and carefully.

Though Oswald was not keen on keeping it that way. He was whimpering in moments, arms coming to drag Ed closer by his shoulders, lifting up as tall as he could get to press them even closer. He was breathless in minutes, breathless from the way Ed was sucking on his bottom lip, the way warm hands had slipped under the striped fabric of his sweater and were burning into his skin.

“Ozzy, Ozzy, c’mon, bed, bedroom.” Edward said between kisses as he pulled Oswald toward the open door.

Though the shorter man was still trying to keep their tongues entwined the entire time they eventually made it there. And when they pulled apart Ed was resparked.

Oswald was a mess. Lips red and puffy, slight drool marking the side of his mouth, his face a stunning warm peach color, his eyes blow wide and big, he was the face of debauched without ever doing more than kissing.

“Beautiful, so perfect, Oswald, so pretty,” Edward said and pushed some messy black hair out of Oswald’s eyes. The shorter just smiled, toothy and honest, and leaned into the palm on the side of his face.

“Do you really think so, Eddy? You’re so pretty, so warm, sm-smart too!” Oswald complimented and Edward smirked, the begging tone in Oswald's voice was really making him feel a certain way.

“Oswald, take off your shirt.” Ed ordered as he closed the bedroom door and slipped off his shoes, taking off his belt. Oswald had slipped his own slippers off under the table and only had on his sweatpants and sweater.

Oswald was quick to comply, pulling his sweater up, struggling with it for a moment before he was holding it in front of himself. He was suddenly feeling quite self conscious. Edwrad had seen him topless dozens of times. But in this… this context. It wasn’t when Ed put him to sleep, it wasn’t like when Ed walked in on him writhing in bed, it wasn’t Ed helping him in the shower. It was… intimate in the highest degree.

“Give it here, we don’t want it getting… messy, would we?” Edward said when he noticed Oswald holding onto the fabric. He held his hand out and waited until Oswald shakily handed it over. Ed gently put it aside, folding it easily and sitting on a chair set by the door. He then unbuttoned and shrugged his own shirt off, bearing his undershirt to the world.

“Y-you have on a shirt still.” came from the patient as he looked at the other. As he stared, admired, and grew utterly starving for the other. He indulged and looked, really looked. Ed had small scars on his arms, his long, tan, well sculpted arms and a slim waist where his undershirt hugged onto him. He was… thin, tall, strong, tan, and it made Oswald both dizzy with warmth and wet his underpants and a bit… feeling a bit unworthy.

Edward noticed but decided against saying anything in favor of catching the way Oswald’s knees wobbled and his mouth hung open when he pulled the thin white shirt off.

He turned and looked back at his partner, the way Oswald’s eyes feasted on every square inch of bared flesh. It made him proud. It made him feel… more than adequate, it made him feel a bit like a preened chicken but it let himself be looked at.

Oswald liked looking, too. He liked seeing what was hidden from him for so long. He liked seeing Ed’s flat scarless chest, his hairless torso, the way his stomach was flat with the valleys of muscles just barely there, the way his tan was so clearly created by being shirtless by the stark line where his slacks were sagging lower on his hips, and oh his hips. Ed had sharp bones that stuck out, so unlike the way Oswald’s own were more hidden.

“Do you like the way I look, Ozzy?” Edward asked and stepped back to nose down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands finding their way back to run up from Oswald’s hips to his shoulder blades and down to his still covered behind. Oswald was nodding, leaning so Ed had more space to mouth at.

“Do you know what comes off now? What it means when they come off?” Edward asked and let his fingers just barely slip under the tied waistband of the sweatpants. His own slacks were sagging down, ready to slip past his ass and to the floor. He nearly laughed out loud when Oswald answered, nearly ruining the warm atmosphere he’d created.

“Pants, sex, cuddling” Oswald answered. He knew the basics of it all. They get naked, have sex, and then wash and cuddle. Or at least he hoped there would be copious amounts of cuddling.

“Ready?” Edward asked and brought his face back up to the other’s and his hands grabbed the strings holding the sweats up. Oswald held his gaze for just a moment, just long enough to feel, in his heart, that it wasn’t something clinical or something to do, it was something special. It was something precious. All just because it was with Ed. And he nodded.

Ed easily untied the string and pulled both Oswald’s pants and briefs down, lowering them as he lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of Oswald. Oswald was stunning at this angle. He was perfect, plush pale thighs framing neatly trimmed pitch black hair that was already soaked, his soft belly and hips that were begging to be kissed and marked up all the way to his chest, his lips parted as he panted lightly, and his eyes that were filled with something hot and desperate as he looked down at Ed.

“Pretty, so pretty, Ozzy. Bed, now.” Edward said and stood back up, working his own slacks and underwear down and off. Oswald positioned himself in the middle of the bed, flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, waiting.

But oh he couldn’t keep his eyes from feasting upon the image beside him. Ed was… so much more than he had imagined. He was so… so . He had soft looking smooth skin, his tan carved around a pair of shorts, lines blatant where his pale hips and groin met his tan thighs and stomach.

And Oswald was looking.

He was looking , and he was… getting a bit nervous. Because he was naked. And Ed was naked. And Ed had very different equipment. And Ed’s equipment was… a lot. His cock was hard, reaching up toward his belly, and much bigger than Oswald’s toy.

“Are you alright, Ozzy? You can touch me, I’m going to touch you.” Edward explained as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling at the end by Oswald’s still sock covered feet. He gently took one fragile ankle into his hand, Oswald’s good leg, and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto the joint as his other hand caressed up and down the rest of his leg gently.

Oswald gasped and hummed, pleasure buzzing in his belly already. He knew Edward was looking between his thighs, where his soft place was still hidden away by the pudge of his thighs. He looked over Ed, his smooth sculpted chest, strong legs, full and rosy cock, and spread his legs till they were on either side of his partner.

“That’s good Oswald, do you want me to touch you?” Edward asked and moved so he was sitting between Oswald’s knees, careful of the busted and scarred one. He was looking down at where Oswald was finally showing him… he was soaked. Framed by such dark hair only made the slick rosy folds look more enticing. His clit just bigger than normal, hole clenching when he noticed Ed looking.

“Y-yes please” Oswald said and took Ed’s hand in his own trembling one, bringing it down to his hole. Edward smiled and leaned down, chests pressing together, skin on skin making Oswald gasp. Edward grinned into the kiss they shared.

He continued to kiss and lick into Oswald’s mouth as he let out a long, pitchy moan as Ed slipped two of his fingers into his welcoming hole. At this angle he could press his palm into Oswald’s clit, which he did.

“Eddy! Eddy, please please please, I-I- Please Ed!” Oswald begged as his hands flew up to hold onto Ed’s shoulders, short nails digging in. He panted and his eyes squeezed shut, nearly overwhelmed from how very very close they were.

Edward kept kissing him, across his lips, near his ears, down his neck, he was savoring the feeling of Oswald clenching around his fingers as he moved them in a slow rhythm of in and out. He savored each one of Oswald’s whimpers and small shouts as he worked his fingers fast, as he pitched them up to rub across the soft sensitive spot inside.

“Eddy, ple-EASE! I- I know what comes next, please Ed. Put- put it in.” Oswald begged and pushed at Ed’s wrist, pushing his fingers out. He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, thighs trembling, eyes teared up and blown nearly black, just a rim of blue left.

“Are you sure Oswald?” Ed asked as he reached over to the bedside and pulled out a condom and packet of lube. He sat back on his haunches and had to give himself a tight squeeze. He was already way too close just from kissing and fingering his partner.

“I think so. ‘M ready for you Ed.” Oswald said as he scootched back so his head was higher on the pillow. He situated himself so his legs were spread but his bad leg was in a good spot, and closed his eyes and waited.

He expected Ed to just… do it.

But of course it was Ed and he had to make sure everything was perfect.

“Oswald, I’m putting a towel down so when we’re done we can just rest. Pick up your legs for a moment.” Ed unfolded and slipped the soft plush towel underneath Oswald’s bottom, spreading across the bed. He took a moment to look at Oswald again. The soft smile on his face, his just slightly trembling thighs, his dripping hole, and his eyes, twinkling and waiting.

When he was finally in position, kneeling between Oswald’s thighs, feeling the plush softness against his own hips, he forgot all plans of teasing Oswald’s clit, of making it last, of anything other than getting inside of his partner. When he looked down and saw Oswald’s small hands grabbing the pillow beside his head, lips swollen and red from kissing, his eyes rimmed red only making the blue look that much more vibrant, his hips begging to move and wiggle but being forced to stay still, Ed just couldn’t stay away.

“Easy, Oswald, easy” Ed whispered as he slowly pushed himself forward, into Oswald’s soft, hot, tight hole. Oswald howled, a sound that was cracking and pitchy that Edward could feel . The shorter man thrashed against the bed a bit, throwing his head back and forth, arms pulling Ed back down so they were chest to chest again.

“Ed, Ed, Edward, please, please, I-I- it’s so much!” Oswald babbled as he scratched long red lines down Ed’s back.

Edward just let his hips sit still once he was fully seated inside. He buried his face in Oswald’s neck, arms holding himself so he didn’t squish his partner. Oswald was… so good. So warm, so wet, so perfect. He was so good when he couldn’t help but let his hips jump and twitch, he was so good when he moaned as Ed slipped a hand between them to find his clit again, and he was so so good when Ed gave him a small shallow thrust and he screamed.

“Ed! Oh! More, more, more, more, more, more, please, please Eddy” Oswald chanted and grabbed a hold on the pillow by his head, eyes tightly closed, lips hanging open letting out constant moans and whines as Ed started to fuck him in ernest.

The brunette pushed himself up onto his hands, looked down at Oswald’s face, got his knees under himself a bit better, and let himself really go. The slapping sounds that emanated between them were drowned out by Oswald’s moans. Long, needy, pitchy sounds that ended in gasps or whines.

Oswald was overwhelmed with utter pleasure, unable to think , much too far one to even consider that he was being too loud. He didn’t even know he was making noise. He was so lost in the way Ed felt as he thrusted up into his body, as all his good spots were being used and hit over and over again. He was lost between Ed’s cock filling in such a new and burning hot way, and Ed’s soft fingers rubbing quick slick little circles over his clit. He was lost in Ed’s short pleasured pants and breathy moans.

He didn’t even know the words that were coming out of his mouth once he started getting that rushing water kinda feeling low in his pelvis.

“Please, please, please, Eddy, please, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll, I’ll be good, please Eddy, please, please please” Oswald babbled as he bucked and tried to push back onto Ed’s thrusts.

Ed was on fire, his very soul was burning up with each one of Oswald’s pathetic little mewls, with every begging word that slipped past his lips, he was catching fire. He was slamming into the smaller body below him, careless of whether or not he would bruise the other man. His mind was tuned to a new wave, one that hungered for the power he had over the other, for the utter control he had of the situation. And he liked it. He liked that he could stop and Oswald would cry. He liked that if he wanted to he could put hands on Oswald and make him wait. He liked that if he wanted to he could make Oswald turn to ruin. And he really liked that he was making Oswald turn to nothing but a soaked, pleading, pathetic thing for him.

Lovely.

It was lovely, the soft wetness that soaked the bed, the whimpers, the pleads, they were nothing but lovely .

“Ed, Ed, Ed, I’m gonna-” Oswald warned as the rushing water turned boiling in his belly, he was screaming with each deep long thrust, each rough rub his clit was getting.

And Ed nearly stopped, he nearly let himself feed into that sadistic urge that was clawing at his mind. But he just couldn’t . He couldn’t stop from slamming into the responsive, wonderful, loud little thing below him.

“Come on, Ozzy, good boy, cum, gonna cum too.” Ed said and he was. He was getting the gittery desperate feeling in his hips, making it impossible to keep rhythm.

Oswald had started to have little twitches, tightening around him sporadically. He was clawing again, hands struggling to grab onto Ed and hold on. His whole body was jerking, twisting, kicking, like he was a twisted up rubber band.

“I love you, oh, I love you, I love you I loveyouIloveyouIloveyou” Oswald chanted out and screamed as his body pulled taught, like he was frozen. He was still, back pulled up into an arch, mouth hung open, eyes rolled to the back of his head, nails firmly dug into Ed’s back.

It only took one look at Oswald’s blissed face for Ed to let out a long groan and let himself cum deep within Oswald’s trembling center. He kept himself still inside even as Oswald melted. He kept himself inside even as he softened and Oswald relaxed into a puddle on the bed. He only pulled out when the condom began to leak back onto himself.

He tied off the condom and threw it in the small trash can beside the bed, he used the towel to wipe himself and Oswald off, and tossed it off the side of the bed to lay beside Oswald.

“Do we cuddle now?” Oswald asked, slurred and slow. Edward huffed a laugh and pulled Oswald close to him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Yes Oswald, we can cuddle as long as you want. Whenever you want.” Ed promised. He smiled at Oswald as he snuggled in, pulling the blanket up over their naked bodies.

Ed was happy. And he liked the way he felt settled in his mind. He liked the clarity he was granted as he worked the next day, planning on how to make Oswald… cry. How to make him scream and cry and beg for mercy. How to make him worse …. And perhaps that was very terrible but somehow a different side of Edward was carving itself out.

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eggcompany · 1 year ago

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The Fileman and the Forgotten Bird

Nygmobblepot Smut

Trans! Oswald in Arkham falling for Ed, the filing assistant. Smut ensues.

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