"That tie was a gift." And there Edward was, ruining it. Ruining everything. They had discussed more than once about not ruining everything they owned every time they had rough sex and yet, his desk how had two holes in it and a shirt and tie, and probably his pants soon, were ruined. He huffed and held his chin up high, trying to keep some measure of dignity as he spread his arms as directed. It pulled uncomfortably against him, the way his muscles had to strain ever so slightly to stay in their position. Not comfortable but not entirely beyond him.
"What?" Wait, where did he get that other letter opener? He seriously needed to cut back how many of those he had. "Wait, wait, wait! No!" Oswald yelped in fear as he closed his eyes tight and prayed that he didn't accidentally slice a finger off or impale him. Then again, knowing how vicious Edward could get sometimes, it wasn't beyond the realm that he could have been aiming for that. The loud bang confirmed it went through the desk and Oswald inhaled sharply, trying to tilt his head back to see if there was any damage. He couldn't see. It felt okay?
He took a few short rapid breaths as he looked at Edward in disbelief. Good lord, he could have lost a digit. Oh yes. There was a reason he liked Edward. Even when playing safe and in good humour, it was dangerous.
With a frustrated huff, he tried to dislodge his binding from the knife but the more he moved, the more he caught his neck and it wasn't worth it. He slumped back and looked at Edward, his expression somewhat pissy. Mostly because he was trembling slightly from the shock of the earlier stabbing of his desk and the tie.
"Edward, dear, I'm going to get you back for this." There was a cocky little smile, laughing with an edge of nervousness, trying to seem more smug than he was in this moment. Rendered helpless. Unable to move. "Don't think I won't. The king always gets what he wants."
"I believe you're already getting exactly what you want." Edward mostly just seemed amused and if there wasn't that edge of something else to his voice, it would have been a normal conversation.
Except for how he'd impaled his boyfriend to his own desk with three leather openers and was kneeling over him, that was. "What you should concern yourself with at the moment is what I want, don't you think? Because I don't think you have any more leather openers, but isn't there a gun in that one drawer? Right next to the knife?"
What? The gun? Oswald nervously let his eyes flicker towards where the desk drawer was. No, no way, he was joking, right? He wouldn't actually start using bullets, would he? That was insane, that was a bit much, that was -- that was pretty much Edward's style, actually. He gulped and gave Edward a pleading look. No, he didn't think he'd use them but he was always prepared just in case and always happy to play the role he was cast in.
"Now, now, don't be so hasty to play around with weapons. You really don't have to do that." He swallowed hard and shrank back into the desk, trying to look the picture of submission. Yes, he was a good actor these days. "I'll be good."
"You think I don't know you well enough to tell when you mean it?" Edward's smile was gentle, in a slightly cruel way. He managed the contrast quite well, actually. He cupped Oswald's face with his hand, gentle there too. So was the kiss he gave him when he leaned down. Then he let go, so he could pull the drawer open, reaching behind himself to feel around inside it. "What will I find there, I wonder."
It wasn't that surprising that he ended up with the gun in his hand, inspecting it slowly as he turned it around in front of him. With a slow smile he pulled the safety back, then he stretched his arm out, pointing the barrel right against Oswald's head. He had a finger on the trigger as he moved the gun along his face, pressing it right against the cheek he had held just moments earlier.
"I do mean it! You know I do." He didn't. He never did. Not really. Not until it got out of hand did he ever start to freak out like that. He looked up at Edward and he tried to follow him with his limited line of vision. He knew where this was going and it scared him, he had no idea why, he trusted Edward but there was always something, a strange glimmer of deviousness that hid behind those eyes and left him always unsure where things could go with him. Just how safe he was. He did strangle the last love of his life.
Still, the thought, the fear, the whole vibe Edward had was not only terrifying. It was greatly arousing. So powerful, so unafraid and uncompromising. Always in control. He felt the barrel press into his cheek and he closed his eyes tight, almost afraid to breath too hard and provoke him.
"Don't do it." He swallowed hard and forced himself to take even steady breaths. "You know I'm worth more to you alive than dead. You'd never do it." Because he loved him. Because he was important. That was all he needed from Edward, the feeling that he mattered.
Edward leaned down, careful to avoid the letter openers but still able to kiss Oswald, kiss him while he pressed a gun against his head, laughing as he leaned their foreheads together. He whispered against his lips, intimate like everything about this. "My little bird." He kissed him again, perhaps a bit more heated, an edge of despair to it. "Love of my life. What would I be without you?"
"Without me? Still in the crazy house, probably." Edward had been so unfortunate to be caught aiming a little too high and going a little too big, he was lucky now he had the position he did. It was stable. Safer. He stood more of a chance, there was no denying it. He kissed him back almost desperately, wishing he could reach out and touch him, to run his fingers through his hair. "My dear Ed, you are truly all I want in life."
"But you don't believe that you're all I want." No, that topic wasn't forgotten just yet. "You don't have faith in me. You think I need you to protect me." Edward pulled himself up, one hand on the desk, the other aiming the gun right at Oswald's face. "Do I need your protection, my little bird?"
"I trust you, I don't trust them. I know what women are like. They go for you, no matter if you say no. You, my friend, my love, you could get hurt." That was a real fear he had, he wasn't lying there because he'd been there. Oswald's life was a very confusing mess and he didn't grasp that other people had a considerably more normal time. Still, it wasn't entirely the reason. When it came down to it, complex or not, he was a very petty and jealous little manchild. He wanted all of Ed's attention always. "No, you certainly don't but sometimes you need it."
"Yes, yes, I live in constant fear of women throwing themselves at me. That's how my life went down before I met you." What could he do but roll his eyes at that? And then Oswald told him he needed it and Edward's eyes narrowed.
It only took a moment, but then Oswald had the barrel of the gun in his mouth and Edward made sure to push it in deeper. "You better try to keep the gun happy, Oswald, or it might go off."
Oswald didn't think he was wrong, that was where the problem lied. Did he think it was wrong to kill the women who were all over Edward? Perhaps, killing was a little extreme but getting rid of them didn't seem like he was doing much wrong. He was helping, keeping him safe, Edward needed him.
He was going to further punctuate that point when the gun was forced into his mouth, stretching his lips wide open painfully as he gagged and tried to accommodate it, spluttering around the sudden invasion. He hadn't been prepared enough for it. He whimpered around the cold metal in his mouth and made a choke pleading noise, teeth scraping accidentally against the barrel. Saying nothing wasn't a bad idea, actually.
"Click." Edward let out a perhaps slightly immature laugh, but given he had a scared and trembling Oswald underneath him, he thought he could be forgiven a bit of giddiness. "I took a mental picture," he informed him, then he finally slid off the desk, never allowing the gun to move even an inch. It was very satisfying to hear Oswald struggle with accommodating it, he couldn't help it. "Spread your legs, my dear, and perhaps you shouldn't try to kick me again."
Oswald wanted to glare, he wished he could glare but he was too busy trying not to choke to properly make the time to show and/or tell Edward that he was a goofy dork. It was probably for the best that he couldn't speak. He tried to swallow around the gun in his mouth, breathing very slowly, unsure if he liked the way he still had his finger on the trigger. One slip up and Edward could kill him, intentional or not. He did as he was told slowly, carefully, eyes on Edward the whole time.
What followed was of course not that surprising, since getting fucked was likely what Oswald had always thought this was all leading up to. What he probably hadn't anticipated was the way he'd be pinned to the desk helplessly, a gun in his mouth and eventually just against his head, Edward's finger off the trigger, just in case. He didn't want those kind of accidents and while buried deep inside Oswald, he wasn't that good at controlling himself.
He made sure they both came, jerking Oswald off once he was spent and finally pulling out, so he could roll to the side and lie down on the desk next to him, laughing to himself. He turned his head to the side to smile at his still so very helpless boyfriend, the gun once more right against the side of his head. "I could leave you here for a few hours."
"Will you?" It was an honest enough question, his voice a little hoarse from the gun invasion still. The barrel had hit the back of his throat and it was still pretty raw whenever he spoke. He shifted every so slightly, unable to move any more than he had, tilting his head to the side so he could look at Edward. His arms were starting to ache quite a bit, he had almost lost feeling in them and his throat had been scratched a fair bit by the letter openers. After all, it was hard to stay perfectly still when being fucked that hard.
He kind of wanted a shower and to not have that uneasy tenseness caused from having a gun against his head but he couldn't say he hated this, even if it was starting to get uncomfortable. Edward being all controlling and dangerous, the fact that it hurt so beautifully. He licked his dry lips and smiled ever so slightly. "You'll get bored if I'm just here all day."
"What? Why? I've never been bored." It was a very definite statement. It was difficult to get bored with a mind like his and he didn't think he missed out on much, so he never cared to chase after the sensation. "You get bored. That's because the King of Gotham is also a drama king." It couldn't be denied. Not that Edward was without dramatic flair, quite the opposite.
"I am not! How dare you?" Oswald snapped as he yanked his hands to try and launch forward and him him but the momentum just yanked him back hard into the desk, bashing his head. Oh yeah, he was not dramatic at all. He spluttered indignantly and let himself lie back, wincing in pain. "Yeah. Well. You're not better. Like I said, you'd get bored. All of this potential here and you'd be doing nothing. It's wasted. It's pointless. You hate pointless things."
"How would it be pointless? Have you seen yourself, birdie? For one thing, you look absolutely gorgeous like this. For another, your growing frustration is really entertaining." Edward chuckled and sat up, giving the gun a twirl and almost dropping it. "Alrighty, I need more practice with that." He put the safety back on and set the gun down on the table, considering. "You know what? I believe I'll drug you."
"No, I haven't, Ed. How could I have seen myself?" Yes, he was starting to get huffy. He didn't like the increasing level of smugness that Edward was displaying and he really just wanted to shove him off the desk. Dork. "Be careful with that gun. I mean it, you better not shoot me or I will have you dragged through the streets." He was sure he could hire someone to do. Probably. It was a nice thought, Edward being dragged along like an unruly dog through Gotham as penance. Oh yes, sadistic daydreams like that did make him feel better about this.
Huh. Wait. What did Edward just say? "What?!" Oswald strained up, his eyes wide. "Don't you dare!"
"I'm not shooting you, I put the gun down and everything. Now stay here, I need to get something from my lab." Edward looked around for his glasses, picking them up from the edge of the desk so he could put them on. He hopped to his feet and walked off, ruffling Oswald's hair as he did so. It didn't take him long to return, with a syringe in hand and a smile in place.
"Don't worry, Oswald. It's nothing dangerous." He would never risk him that way. "I just want to give you a chance to cool down before I release you."
"Edward!" Oh for the love of God. Oswald thrashed in his bindings but a swift slice from the letter opener soon reminded him why he needed to calm down. He whined in frustration and prepared to find a way to kick at Edward first chance he got. "I'm being serious, do not drug me!" It was two years ago all over again. Though this time at least he knew what a lunatic Edward was instead of just being confused and horrified when he kept stabbing him with needles.
"You are going to pay for this." There he was again, doing exactly what Oswald had warned him about. "I mean it! I'm going to get you back for this." He was going to reinstall Internet Explorer and purposefully be dense about riddles until he got his chance to tie the other down in kind.
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"What?" Wait, where did he get that other letter opener? He seriously needed to cut back how many of those he had. "Wait, wait, wait! No!" Oswald yelped in fear as he closed his eyes tight and prayed that he didn't accidentally slice a finger off or impale him. Then again, knowing how vicious Edward could get sometimes, it wasn't beyond the realm that he could have been aiming for that. The loud bang confirmed it went through the desk and Oswald inhaled sharply, trying to tilt his head back to see if there was any damage. He couldn't see. It felt okay?
He took a few short rapid breaths as he looked at Edward in disbelief. Good lord, he could have lost a digit. Oh yes. There was a reason he liked Edward. Even when playing safe and in good humour, it was dangerous.
With a frustrated huff, he tried to dislodge his binding from the knife but the more he moved, the more he caught his neck and it wasn't worth it. He slumped back and looked at Edward, his expression somewhat pissy. Mostly because he was trembling slightly from the shock of the earlier stabbing of his desk and the tie.
"Edward, dear, I'm going to get you back for this." There was a cocky little smile, laughing with an edge of nervousness, trying to seem more smug than he was in this moment. Rendered helpless. Unable to move. "Don't think I won't. The king always gets what he wants."
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Except for how he'd impaled his boyfriend to his own desk with three leather openers and was kneeling over him, that was. "What you should concern yourself with at the moment is what I want, don't you think? Because I don't think you have any more leather openers, but isn't there a gun in that one drawer? Right next to the knife?"
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"Now, now, don't be so hasty to play around with weapons. You really don't have to do that." He swallowed hard and shrank back into the desk, trying to look the picture of submission. Yes, he was a good actor these days. "I'll be good."
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It wasn't that surprising that he ended up with the gun in his hand, inspecting it slowly as he turned it around in front of him. With a slow smile he pulled the safety back, then he stretched his arm out, pointing the barrel right against Oswald's head. He had a finger on the trigger as he moved the gun along his face, pressing it right against the cheek he had held just moments earlier.
"In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron..."
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Still, the thought, the fear, the whole vibe Edward had was not only terrifying. It was greatly arousing. So powerful, so unafraid and uncompromising. Always in control. He felt the barrel press into his cheek and he closed his eyes tight, almost afraid to breath too hard and provoke him.
"Don't do it." He swallowed hard and forced himself to take even steady breaths. "You know I'm worth more to you alive than dead. You'd never do it." Because he loved him. Because he was important. That was all he needed from Edward, the feeling that he mattered.
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It only took a moment, but then Oswald had the barrel of the gun in his mouth and Edward made sure to push it in deeper. "You better try to keep the gun happy, Oswald, or it might go off."
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He was going to further punctuate that point when the gun was forced into his mouth, stretching his lips wide open painfully as he gagged and tried to accommodate it, spluttering around the sudden invasion. He hadn't been prepared enough for it. He whimpered around the cold metal in his mouth and made a choke pleading noise, teeth scraping accidentally against the barrel. Saying nothing wasn't a bad idea, actually.
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He made sure they both came, jerking Oswald off once he was spent and finally pulling out, so he could roll to the side and lie down on the desk next to him, laughing to himself. He turned his head to the side to smile at his still so very helpless boyfriend, the gun once more right against the side of his head. "I could leave you here for a few hours."
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He kind of wanted a shower and to not have that uneasy tenseness caused from having a gun against his head but he couldn't say he hated this, even if it was starting to get uncomfortable. Edward being all controlling and dangerous, the fact that it hurt so beautifully. He licked his dry lips and smiled ever so slightly. "You'll get bored if I'm just here all day."
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Huh. Wait. What did Edward just say? "What?!" Oswald strained up, his eyes wide. "Don't you dare!"
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"Don't worry, Oswald. It's nothing dangerous." He would never risk him that way. "I just want to give you a chance to cool down before I release you."
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"You are going to pay for this." There he was again, doing exactly what Oswald had warned him about. "I mean it! I'm going to get you back for this." He was going to reinstall Internet Explorer and purposefully be dense about riddles until he got his chance to tie the other down in kind.