yet you cannot live without me

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[riddleman]

"Fair enough. Sit down and tell me what had you anxious."

Yes, Edward had just entered the mansion, Oswald's room and his personal space solely to have a good entrance for that line. he did like setting the scene and so he pushed Oswald into his desk chair, choosing to lean against the desk himself, legs crossed.

"Tell me."

[beaky]

Of course he made an entrance, he always had to make an entrance. Whatever. Oswald refused to be back down by Edward, he felt what he'd done was right. Stopping some painted lady from stealing his Edward. He had no idea when he started thinking like his mother but she was a saint who did no wrong and therefore, she was right. And so was he. Totally justified.

"I believe I said a 'little' anxious and I was simply a little anxious because she was all over you and flirting so clearly with you. And no one knows you're taken or mine because we can't tell anyone."

He had to lay his claim other ways.

[riddleman]

"So you thought that, what, I'd forget all about you merely because she looked better in a short skirt?" Edward frowned and looked down at Oswald, considering for a moment. "That's a hypothesis, I must admit that I don't actually know what you'd look like in a short skirt, but I doubt you'd be inclined to try."

For someone who dressed like a Hot Topic Goth collection reject, Oswald had a strange way of being conservative about his style.

"So it's about that again. You want to tell the world, you want everyone to know, you don't care how utterly idiotic that would be, because sentiment and romance trumps all."

[beaky]

"Because I'm a not girl. Why would I wear a skirts when I'm a boy? Boys don't wear skirts." Oswald just had to make that clear because apparently Edward was confused. Personally, he didn't get why there was such a disconnect there. Oswald knew gender roles very well, he subscribed to them. It was how he was raised and his deep down fear of women didn't help that. Too many barrier he didn't want to cross.

He crossed his arms and huffed a little, looking at Edward with disapproval.

"I would rather we were out and declared our love but I'm aware it's not wise. That's why I haven't done it. In the mean time, I have to watch women throw themselves at you and you can't even say you're taken." And yes, it rubbed him the wrong way.

[riddleman]

"Kilts. What about them?" Seemed like a good question. Edward rolled his eyes. It was adorable when Oswald wanted to explain things to him. He did love him dearly, but he realised there were a lot of limits to his mind, especially where gender was concerned.

"Dear Oswald. No woman has ever thrown herself at me. That is something that only happens to you. With disturbing frequency, by the way. I do wonder why no one has sent a man after you yet, given you're gay as a barrel full of monkeys."

[beaky]

"An exception! Why does everyone always bring up kilts? Forget kilts!" Was there any reason to yell? No, not really but he did anyway because he was a considerably dramatic man who liked to make a scene. Often without self awareness. "The point is that we're different. We don't wear skirts for a reason." That reason being limiting gender roles.

"My mother always said I had a magnetism. Girls flock to me, I can't help that." Just recently a girl had tried to seduce him and it had been an appalling terrifying event. Her hand had been in his pants by the time he cried out for Edward to save him in the most brave and manly way possible. Then promptly hid behind him. Also in a brave and manly way. He paused and gave Edward a look. "Now, come on, I'm not entirely gay." He was. Gayer than anyone else but he was still obligated, to some degree, to like women. That was just how it went.

[riddleman]

"I didn't know you took had an issue with kilts. I find them rather fetching." Edward was amused more than anything by now, so he simply shook his head and made a mental note to find more ways to challenge Oswald's narrow point of view.

"Mhmmm, nope. All gay. Flaming like a house on fire. Gay, gay, gay, gay. So gay." Who cared about maturity, when he could let his fingers climb up Oswald's chest until he bopped his nose with one final: "Gay."

[beaky]

Oswald slapped his hand in annoyance and glared, kicking his chair back to make some distance. He was most definitely pouting now. "Who says I'm all gay? I'm not all gay. Maybe seventy-thirty but I like women. They're -- pleasing. In their own way." They weren't to him. Not that way, never sexually. He did love strong, powerful women who could kick his ass but that was a confusing thing that was mostly about him liking to get his ass kicked and loving strong women who took no one's shit.

"What about me is gayer than you anyway? You're gay! You're dating me." He reached out and whacked Edward on the leg. It wasn't not his mostly manly hit and did little to detract from the current issue. "You sometimes wear pink!"

[riddleman]

"I'm pansexual, as I've explained before. I am attracted to people's minds, gender is an irrelevance. And I happen to look great in pink." There really weren't many areas Edward was insecure in these days, which might be part of why he enjoyed teasing Oswald with his insecurities so much. "I'm in a committed relationship with a man, yes. By that qualifier, I am indeed in a homosexual or gay, if you will, relationship. I happen to enjoy it a lot."

[beaky]

"Well. Me too." Damn him and his lack of shame. He wished that Edward was more bothered by this but he just sat there, a happy smile on his face and all Oswald wanted to do was hit him. No one, absolutely no one, bopped his nose. He was the king of Gotham! None an adorable baby penguin people got to play with for their own amusement. "Nevertheless, It doesn't matter. None of this does. It doesn't matter how I feel about girls, boys, skirts or kilts. I don't care! I just don't think you should let girls get all over you."

[riddleman]

"Really? Because I think I should go to a strip club and use your money to buy myself multiple lap dances." Edward had long since given up on any kind of rational argument when Oswald was in a mood like this, so he didn't even pretend to try. Instead he moved away from the desk, put his hands on the back of Oswald's chair, caught his eyes and leaned in. To bop their noses against each other. "Gay."

[beaky]

"Don't you dare waste our money in a den of sin like that!" Dear God, every day he sounded more and more like his mother. It was weird. And creepy. Oh god, he was going to have to buy a strip club or something to make up for this, wasn;t he? It was getting to be unsettling. He didn't want to be that guy. He watched as Edward leaned in, unsure what he was going to do. And then he did that. Slowly, Oswald exhaled and gripped the arms on his chair. "You're so mature." He pulled his head back and then reached up to flick Edward's nose in kind. "Pan."

[riddleman]

"How's that a waste of money? Clearly, according to you, having women all over me is what I really want anyway." Edward rolled his eyes and then moved one of his hands, the other still at the back of Oswald's chair. This hand was moving to loosen the man's tie, while he remained bent over him. "That's right. You learned a new word and you can even use it in a sentence. I couldn't be prouder."

[beaky]

"You're a patronising dick. And if you let a cute girl flirt with you again, I'll come after you instead of her." Oswald gave Edward a challenging look before he leaned back in his chair with a smirk, playfully reaching up so he could holding onto Edward's tie and give it a firm tug until he was close enough to kiss. Yes, his boyfriend was handsome and everyone knew it but at least he got to do this. No one else did.

[riddleman]

"Yeah? Come after me. That I'd like to see." No protesting the fact that he was a patronising dick, he knew what he was about. Edward kissed him, then put his hand on his chest, letting it travel down to his thigh, which made it easy to nudge Oswald's legs apart. He moved forward, dropping on one knee so he could easier press himself against his boyfriend. "How would you do that?"

[beaky]

"For starters, if you let other girls touch you, you wouldn't be allowed to touch me. Not unless I said so. You'd have to do everything on my terms to make it back up to me." There was nothing like when Edward got down like that, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. He ran his hand along the side of his face gently and tilted his head up, meeting his gaze. "You're mine, Edward Nygma. You belong to me as much as I belong to you. Don't ever forget that or I'll make you regret it."

[riddleman]

"Everything on your terms, yeah? What's that like?" Of course he was teasing him now, but it was in good humour and he looked up at Oswald with a smile. "How about if you kill my staff again without asking me first, you can see about being my servant until I stop being upset about it. You meddled with my affairs by killing her. Very inconvenient."

[beaky]

"You're still a dick." He playfully slapped Edward's cheek before sitting back in his chair, spreading his legs out as he tilted his head to the side, slowly debating how he felt about Edward's offer. "How about you stop hiring beautiful staff members to make me jealous and stop letting then fawn all over you. I know you do it, it's good for your ego. And you love your ego more than anything." Not that Oswald minded, it turned him on. "I'd be a terrible servant anyway."

[riddleman]

"You love my ego too. It's part of the attraction. How about you stop being paranoid and start trusting me?" Edward looked up at him, only to roll his eyes. "I don't solely hire them to fawn all over me. I also don't believe they do that in such excess, you just see what you want to see to justify getting rid of them." Dirty, dirty business. "I don't know. You've served me quite well in the past."

[beaky]

"Fine. I guess I can trust you. If you promise, here and now, to never give into temptation and betray me. Promise?" Oswald looked down at Edward, entirely serious, making sure he was looking into Edward's eyes so he could make sure that there was no hint of deception or dishonesty. Of course, Oswald was a bad judge in general so even if there was, he'd never know but this would satisfy him at least. That was something. "I serve you when and if I want to. It's not my way of life, I'm afraid."

[riddleman]

"You're meant to rule, my little bird, and that's just what I like to see you do." Edward didn't hesitate to catch Oswald's eyes and he wondered if he had any clue how much there was inside Edward. He didn't lie, he never had made a habit of that - perhaps he had never been able to - but he knew that there were parts of him that he couldn't necessarily control. "I'm not tempted, Oswald. And I'd not betray you."

[beaky]

"You never would? Then I believe you. And that means I no longer have to take those girls away from you, I suppose." He couldn't help but smirk playfully because when all was said and done, he wasn't the best of men and it was very entertaining to him sometimes. They never needed pretence. "Shame, I was having a lot of fun killing them. I'm up to seven in total." Wait, did he tell him about the full six? ... Eh. Too late now. "I was hoping to hit ten."

[riddleman]

Edward blinked, leaning back and thus away from pressing against Oswald, which was just as well. He slowly took his glasses off and folded them so he could reach behind himself and set them down on top of the desk, ensuring he wouldn't lose them.

Then he simply turned to look at Oswald once more, running a hand through his usually so neat hair to ruffle it and wait for what else his boyfriend would say to incriminate himself.

[beaky]

"Don't tell me you're upset." Oswald had a warped idea of what was funny and so far, that hadn't changed. Seven girls, all of which he felt got too close to Edward, had been punished so far. From the waitress who smiled at him once to the last two assistance he had that mysteriously 'left town'. Whoops.

"Oh come on, you appreciate a good murder as much as I do! You've killed people I like as well. Well, not so much like, but you have. And we've never been caught!"

[riddleman]

"I'm not upset about you killing, Oswald. I'm not a big fan of you using your idea of what protecting me means as a way to vent your petty jealousy." What a manchild, as he always told him. Edward was back to glaring and to thinking about what to do, so he got up, looking over his shoulder behind him. His vision wasn't that bad, he could see the letter opener. Good enough, that ought to work.