][][][][][ Ah, yas. 'Tis 1/14, and Gotham returns 1/16. I have got to stop procrastinating, but the Internet is Here, and it is REAAAALLLLLY distracting. Plus, I've gotta get ready for school. College is about to start back up. Remember: I don't own Gotham, and Nygmobblepot is real, even though it hasn't really been seen as of late. This chapter gets a bit more provocative than the other chapters. Once again, here's to hoping I get this one done soon ? ][][][][][

VICTOR'S POV

Was that really what I just thought I saw? Oswald, err, Mr. Cobblepot pinning Edward, err, Mr. Nygma to the ground, and? That was heavy. I need to get rid of the evidence before the GCPD shows up. I need to get my mind off this. Seriously. Now.

OSWALD'S POV

Damn, Ed has muscles. He's weak, I'm weak. Will he regret this later?

ED'S POV

How the hell did this happen? I'm not even gay, am I? I need to stop asking myself that. Apparently, I am at least a little gay for kissing Oswald so much. Or is it I'm straight but I just only feel for Oswald? Is that like pansexual? Or asexual? God, what the hell am I? I'm aroused, that's for damn sure.

OMNISCIENT POV

Oswald has since lowered himself, and is now resting on Ed's chest. The man in the cracked glasses lies against the cold tiles, somewhat soggy from the water leak and blood from injury. He is breathing irregularly, having felt things so unlike Isabella and Kristin. His mind is going eighty miles a minute, trying to seriously comprehend what is happening. He had originally been so horrified that his best friend likes him like that but that might just be layered on the fact that Oswald did kill Isabella over jealousy. Oswald, on the other hand, is terrified to face Ed. His mind isn't too busy focusing on "does this change things?" and "they better make this place spotless."

They remain in this position for what feels like hours, and it may have been. Another leak sprouts from the wall, but they don't care. There is a loud, zinging crash heard downstairs and the lights go completely out. High voltages of electricity shrink through the mansion, but neither man moves. Ed barely realizes his hands are still holding onto Oswald's hips, though the shorter man hasn't thought much of it either. Their other selves have disappeared in the fight and aren't around for open debate.

Oswald hardly hears Victor's voice, calling out demands for the house servants cleaning all the rooms and creating a void for the bodies. Only just now does the mayor remember Butch, Tabitha and Barbara are dead. He takes a moment away to think about what Jim Gordon would say. After all, at one point, the detective had thought of having children with the loon. It doesn't register in Ed's brain at all, or maybe it does but floods out just as quickly. Another long bout of silence fills the air and a pleasant, strident selection of classical music is playing.

Ed's hands subconsciously clench a tad at the sudden yet welcoming change in the overwhelming stillness. Oswald's eyes dilate as he pushes himself up just enough to see the look on Edward's face. The younger man is blushing but his gaze cuts through his glasses, searching Oswald's for confirmation. He has so much he wants to say and Oswald can tell. However, when Nygma opens his mouth to ask some of these, Cobblepot claims that mouth and pushes them back down.

Downstairs, several unmarked cars from the Gotham City Police Department are on the front drive. The mafia is long gone and Harvey is the first to point out the strange music. Jim is the first to agree and suggest they must be up to something illegal. This duo is the first to barge inside, wielding guns, followed by a mess of at least eight others. Victor, who had been dancing the waltz with one of the housemaids, bows to her and twirls her over to Harvey. She dreamily leads him to her previous position, as Victor takes Jim's hand. Jim struggles against Victor's strength but discovers it is useless.

"What is the meaning of this, Zsasz?"

"Teaching dance, Mr. Gordon." He answers simply. "Mayor Cobblepot was dismayed at the last social gathering for lack of basic dance quality."

"Uh-huh." He answers, not buying a bit of it. "And where is Mayor Cobblepot?"

"Upstairs bathroom." He answers just as easily, inwardly snickering of the thought of Gordon catching the boys in the act.

"Alright, that's enough dancing."

Jim pushes away but Victor sends him flying toward the staircase. He then vociferously moves over to take Harvey's place in dancing with Eleanor. A firm smirk settles on his face as he continues to dance. Jim and Harvey have their guns lowered. The other officers remain at the ready by the door, only shutting the door after Victor politely asks them to. The two detectives are surprised and suspicious.

"What'd he tell you?"

"Cobblepot wants them to practice dance."

"Where is he?"

"Bathroom."

Harvey raises an eyebrow and Jim just shrugs. They reach the top of the stairs and Jim is first to see the half-shut door with water seepage. Harvey goes along to another room, but Jim nudges the door he is at and his eyes threaten to pop out of their sockets. Oswald is still wearing the top half of a tuxedo minus the tie, towering over his (Jim's) former autopsy expert. Ed has his arms wrapped tightly around Oswald's torso, bringing him closer at every thrust. Ed has on a wet shirt that sticks to his body, but his lower half is free. Jim cannot move, and Harvey moves over to figure out why.

Gaping like a fish, he mouths a question for Jim to answer, 'What the hell?'

Jim shakes his head. When Ed propels his head backward, moaning Oswald's name in high octaves, Jim finally regains motion and hightails it out of the compromising position. He informs the other officers that there isn't anything to see and they leave by his word. Meanwhile, Harvey is still upstairs. He wants to look away but is affixed to the scene before him. Oswald moans harmoniously with Ed, and Harvey finally has his motion as well. He tries running down the stairs, but trips on the last few and stumbles.

Victor glances over and laughs maniacally inside. On the outside, he simply maintains his all-knowing smirk and matches gazes with Jim and Harvey. Harvey flips the man off after letting Jim know he is okay. Jim looks between the stairs and Victor in confusion but silent acceptance. Victor shoots him a rare appreciation glance as the detectives leave the building. The music continues and Victor goes to wait by the window. When the detectives finally leave, Ed and Oswald shout each other's names in ecstasy, and Victor turns off the music.

ED'S POV

That was that was .. that was . Huh, my blank is mind.

OSWALD'S POV

Whoa, that escalated quick. Remind me to thank Victor later for turning up that music. No telling what it was for probably to distract the GCPD. Shit, was the GCPD in this house? Jim Gordon was here? Damn, Jim Gordon and a massacre. And oh, Gods, Edward fucking Nygma.

OMNISCIENT POV

"Fun." Ed gasps, unsure whether or not he's just said it aloud.

"Yeah." Oswald agrees, snuggling to his side for a minute. "Move to my bedroom?"

"Again?" Ed raises an eyebrow, questioning his and Oswald's stamina at once.

Oswald lets out a wavering chuckle. "We need to change clothes. And maybe sleep?"

Ed nods. Oswald smiles and slowly stands himself up. Once he has a good enough grip on the metal towel bar, he helps Ed to his feet. The men wrap towels loosely around their waists and walk just down the hall, to Oswald's bedroom. It is a horrible mess, with glass shards and a bullet hole in the wardrobe. Oswald shuffles in there, collecting two sets of pajamas and tossing Nygma's onto the bed. Oswald also grabs his discarded umbrella, hanging it just off said wardrobe as he gets changed.

In no time, Oswald is in a royal blue silk set and Ed is in an emerald green silk set. Ed hovers just slightly at the end of the bed while Oswald eagerly climbs in. He holds onto the hesitant Ed's hand, gently dragging him into bed as well. Ed smiles, cuddling beneath the covers with his new boyfriend. Oswald snakes an arm around him, again clasping himself onto Ed's side.

Ed quietly speaks up. "You're my best friend and now boyfriend, Oswald."

The older man blushes and holds on tighter. "You're my best friend and now boyfriend too, Ed. Don't you ever forget that."

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][][][][][][ Please don't be upset over how I chose to end that! It was my choice and I think they need s'more fluffy goodness. Hope it was enjoyable. Review and reread again! Love you guys! ][][][][]