Edward Nygma flashed his right cheek, turning and flailing about his head and torso as if he were a small child in an ocean of all he was afraid of- and he was. He couldn't- no- he wouldn't let the riddler remove all his sensibilities; in his raw form he needed to be Ed the most, needed to be there for all he cared about- a normal life.
Somehow still the hounds of hell always dragged back to the bottom of Penguin's throne expecting him to grovel and beg as he would have when they first met, but this was not then, and then was not now.
He wanted to hate him, wanted to feel the burning coals and embers in his stomach flame up into his chest. However, he could not. The only burning that ever occurred when he was around Oswald was the dreaded flickers that rose about in his head, blurring his vision and making his actions all less than savoury for his own selfish purposes.
Oswald held a smile, one sickeningly different from any that anyone had ever seen before, he was happy? No- there was a certain darkness that hid behind that smile, certain… evil. He may have been something close to happiness, but nothing that was too generous of him to show.
He didn't want Ed Nygma… No- he wanted The Riddler , he wanted the rush of adrenalin he got through his veins after a kill, the exhilarating feeling that zipped through his fingertips everytime they kissed, and that heart-pounding dazed state he was placed in when the Riddler played with his usually greasy unkempt hair.
Oswald's slender snake like fingers snatched up the front of Ed Nygma's shirt, sure Edward may love Lee- but The Riddler had an honest relationship with this complicated rivalry and right now Oswald was going to steal that back from him.
Edward glared daggers into the middle of Oswald's forehead, gritting his teeth and almost daring him to say the word that would change him for the worse, he was going to do it and it was too late to change his mind so why try and deny that he liked who he was when he was darker. That was when he muttered the words, parting his lips just enough to get the words out, and then breathing them against Ed's lips.
"The Riddler"
As if a flash had lighting had flashed across the sky, Ed froze and was suddenly overcome by who his real persona was, his true darkness he had yet to face. Ecstatic to see him, Oswald pressed his chest against the other's and looked up into those eyes, their breath colliding from the closeness and putting pressure on the reuniting of the two. "Let's get to work shall we?" The Riddler spoke smoothly, voice like cream and his smile- Oh his smile! The villainous intent it held was enough to make any child whimper out of fear.
The Riddler tilted his head down to close the distance between the two, swiftly removing the space between their lips and allowing their faces to collide with the utmost delicacy. It was heaven, their skin moving against skin while the room grew dark, hidden by the eyelids of the pair. That was when Oswald leaned up and rested both hands on the covered chest of the man in front of him, standing on his tippy toes just to match the level of intensity that The Riddler held in their lip lock.
Before long the hands that were rested so subtly began unclasping buttons-