Dedicated to trixy-kitty1402, my real friend with a real sick mind. :)

 In case you didn't see this chapter is definitely MATURE! It is basically a sex scene/smut/porn and since this isn't normally what I write and what everyone might be used to, I can't be overcautious. Also, i suggest you read Part One first.

I would put an age restriction on it, but let's face it: no one ever actually listens to the age requirements anyway. To be fair, you only have to be 14 to watch Game of Thrones. The world stopped making sense a long time ago.

Anyways, enjoy! And don't forget to comment!

*MATURE*

"Ed," Oswald whimpered as he bit his lip. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't biting his own lip, but Edward didn't seem to care.

Ed kissed him back deeply, slowly turning Oswald onto his back and settling between his legs. Oswald instantly hooked his legs around Ed's back to hold him in place, his broken ankle completely forgotten. His nose was filled with Edward's scent: a mix of his sage-smelling cologne and something else, a spicy scent that could only be described as being uniquely Edward. Oswald couldn't get enough of it; the smell consumed him.

For the longest time Oswald felt lost in this moment. Besides the scent, he could feel Edward's presence all around him: soft hands pressed him into the mattress; gentle lips teased his tongue; and Ed's lean body melted into his as they lost themselves in each other. Oswald pulled him tighter with his legs and moaned in ecstasy.

Ed pulled his head away just enough to catch his breath, and whispered, "I've waited so long for this."

"Me too." Oswald could barely hear what he'd said; he was too focused on the strong, heaving chest pressed to his to understand much. "Me too...I've dreamed of something like this for months...But I could never dream something so beautiful."

Edward had no idea how to respond, so he did the first thing that came to mind. He kissed Oswald. It was just the corner of his mouth at first, to Oswald's great displeasure. But then he moved his lips down, caressing his jaw and tasting the sweet skin of his neck. He finally reached the crook of his neck and nibbled softly, gently biting the tender skin. The Penguin moaned loudly in response, his grip on Ed's shoulders becoming almost painfully tight. But that only encouraged him.

At the back of his mind Oswald was vaguely aware that Edward's fingers were working at his waistcoat, clumsily unbuttoning it and pulling it open further, piece by piece. But he didn't mind, of course. Just the opposite: each time a button came loose he felt a shiver of excitement rush through his whole body. Then Ed pulled the vest open the rest of the way and ran a hand over his chest, where only Oswald's undershirt separated him from the soft, sensitive skin underneath.

Edward's face was starting to turn a bit red as he continued to kiss Oswald almost desperately, and the light from the fire only deepened the color. He grabbed a hold of Oswald's leg and carefully rolled them over until Oswald was on top, straddling him with weak, shaking legs. Ed pulled on the back of his waistcoat and Oswald shrugged it off the rest of the way. Oswald sat up a bit straighter then as Edward's nimble fingers pulled away his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He could easily feel the other man's arousal underneath him, and it excited him even more.

"You wear too much clothing," Edward said in a matter-of-fact voice.

Oswald chuckled breathlessly as he answered, "I need to look good."

"You already look good," Ed grumbled lustily.

For the first time Oswald noticed what Ed was wearing: a simple white tank top and green pajamas bottoms. That moment, he wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes of and touch Ed's feverish, bare skin, but the taller man's hands were in the way, still working to open Oswald's shirt piece by little piece. Instead Oswald grasped the metal frame of the bed in front of him, his knuckles quickly turning white from the tight hold.

Edward finally finished unbuttoning Oswald's shirt, and at the first opportunity his practically tore it off his shoulders to expose his torso. He ran his hands over Oswald's naked stomach and gazed up at him with hungry eyes as his hands moved up his smooth chest.

Oswald started to rock against him softly, and Ed let out a long groan of pleasure. He let his hands fall to Oswald's hips as he joined the movement, grinding against the smaller man impatiently. He sat up to pull his tank top off and a second later the Penguin's lips were on his, while shaking hands cupped his face. Ed wrapped an arm behind Oswald's back to pull him closer, while his other hand massaged his thigh. The fabric of his pants was one of the last things that separated them.

Oswald was also painfully hard; the friction from his pants made him ache, and he could clearly tell that Ed was in the same condition. He continued to rock against Ed's hips, making them both moan in sync. It was a great relief when he felt Edward's fingers brush lightly over his crotch in a scramble to unzip his pants. It was a much greater surprise when Ed reached inside his pants and grasped his length through his underwear.

"Oh, Ed," Oswald moaned in surprise, his mouth dropping open so that his breath came out in short, hot bursts over Ed's ear.

After a minute Edward answered by moving his other hand around to grab Oswald's backside, and the smaller man whimpered as he tried to withhold the louder noises that threatened. He leaned in to kiss Ed, but shortly after he was sucking on his collarbone and listening to Ed's short breaths. He started to thrust the slightest bit into Edward's hand, biting his collarbone as he felt his pleasure starting to build.

But Oswald mustered the strength of will to pull away a minute later, though it physically pained him.

"What's wrong?" Ed asked worriedly.

"Nothing at all," answered Oswald. "It's your turn."

Before Ed could protest Oswald grabbed the hem of his pajama bottoms and slowly started to pull them down, his underwear included. Edward blushed as he was exposed, but Oswald quickly crawled back up to his sweet mouth, leaving Ed to kick off his pants the rest of the way himself.

Then Oswald felt Ed's hands in the back of his pants, slowly easing them down to expose him to the open air. He shivered as Edward's fingers trailed tenderly down his thighs. He hurriedly pulled the rest of his clothes off and tossed them aside, hearing a dull thud as they struck the floor some ways away.

Edward was abruptly nervous. He mumbled, "Did you know that the average man typically releases 300 million sperm with each ejaculation?"

"What?"

Ed blushed bright red. "Nevermind. Would you happen to...have...lubrication of any kind?"

Now it was Oswald's turn to blush. His quickly reddening face, coupled with the firelight, made faint freckles visible on his cheeks. He reached over into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small bottle. "I...I always sort of hoped that something like this might happen. It seemed foolish of course at the time, like some crazy fantasy...but I was pretty hopeful. I guess."

Ed smiled. "No, it seems it turned out pretty well for us."

Oswald kissed his smiling face, then pressed the bottle into his hand, muttering, "It's all yours."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," Oswald answered, kissing him more deeply in reassurance. He was reluctant to pull away.

Edward didn't exactly want to argue the matter. He gently turned them back over so that Oswald was lying on his back beneath him. Then Oswald lost himself in his senses, as if each one was suddenly over-sensitive: the gentle crackling of the dying fire; the feeling of warm, soft sheets around his exposed body; and the beautiful sight of Ed looming above him. He could still taste Ed on his tongue, and somehow clearly smell the faint remnants of his beautiful scent underneath the growing smell of his natural pheromones. It was maddening.

He was entirely lost in the moment when Ed gently took his bad leg and hooked it over his hip, ever-so-gently.

"I've never done this before," Ed's sweet voice murmured in his ear. "Let me know if you want to stop."

"You'll be fine; go ahead," Oswald heard himself whisper in response.

He wrapped his arms around Edward's back as the taller man started kissing his neck again. He honed in on the feeling: soft lips on his tender skin, pristine teeth nibbling slightly until his whole body felt alight with anticipation. Then Ed entered him, just the slightest bit at first, and Oswald gasped at the sudden pressure. His grip on Ed's shoulders tightened; his breath was hot in Edward's ear.

"Are you alright?" Ed asked concernedly.

"Oswald barely heard, but answered nonetheless, "Keep going. Please."

Ed didn't have to be told twice. He moved slowly at first, making only shallow movements for a long while. But as Oswald started to relax more he picked up a faster rhythm, thrusting a bit harder each time. But he was still worried about Oswald and how he was handling it. He didn't want to hurt him....

"You're alright?" Edward asked again, just to make sure.

"Oh, Ed," Oswald moaned against his neck, "Please, harder."

Edward was a bit surprised...but he knew that Oswald would tell him if there was a problem, or if it was too much for him. So he returned to kissing Oswald's neck, and tried to focus more on himself.

His pleasure crashed over him al at once and he bit Oswald's neck roughly as a result, utterly unprepared for the sensation. Oswald only groaned louder in response and buried a hand in Ed's hair, adding further to his pleasure. Ed's hips bucked a bit harder against his will, but Oswald only grew louder with the motion, and his nails dug deeper into Ed's shoulder.

He thrust deeper into Oswald, holding on tight to his leg for a better angle. He glanced at the mark he'd left on the smaller man's neck, and he was sure that it would be red and bruised for a long while. Perhaps the world would see then...that Oswald was his. And Ed would never let him go, not now.

But it was difficult to focus on the future for long when the present was so distracting. The Penguin started to roll his hips to meet each thrust eagerly, and Ed practically lost it.

"Oswald," he moaned loudly against his neck, peppering it with feather-light kisses, "oh Oswald."

"Ed, yes," Oswald moaned in answer, his fingers tangling in his hair and digging in his back. "It...it feels so good."

A short while later Ed was too breathless to say much. He continued to brush his lips over Oswald's neck as he thrust into him harder, panting sweet nothings that were only half-heard. The only sound louder than Oswald's moans of pleasure was that of the bed frame, as it began to smack the wall with each hard thrust of Edward's hips and creak under the pressure of their movements.

Ed felt his orgasm building quickly. With his free hand he began to touch Oswald, stroking his length in time with his own movements as he pounded him with all of his strength, his pleasure quickly building.

"Don't," Oswald warned weakly, "I-I'm so close...."

"I am too," Ed panted breathlessly.

Edward started to cover Oswald's face with kisses, one hand tearing at the sheets as he thrust into Oswald as hard as he could, his muscles starting to shake with exertion. He barely noticed as Oswald practically screamed his name, coming into his hand and digging deep furrows in his back with razor-sharp nails. But at the same time he honed in on the beautiful sound as he penetrated him deeply, his breath sharp and quick.

"Oswald!" Edward cried as he orgasmed shortly after, his body shuddering in his release. "Oh, Oswald," Ed continued to moan softly as he slowed his thrusts instead of stopping completely, his chest heaving. "Oh Oswald, you're so stunning." He finally collapse in a trembling heap beside Oswald a second later, his skin burning hot and flushed bright red.

The Penguin was light-headed, but more than a little pleased with his own orgasm, albeit a bit sore. Once he had steadied his own breathing somewhat he pulled the blanket up over his torso and turned to move closer to Edward, resting his head on his shoulder and placing a hand over his swiftly beating heart. The other man was still breathing very heavily; his face was still a deep shade of red, though the fire had died down to little more than coals and the light it cast had almost disappeared entirely. But he was beaming, somewhat tiredly, and clasped Oswald's hand in his own.

Oswald reached up to brush a stray strand of hair out of Ed's face before kissing him affectionately on the cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked, somewhat mocking of his earlier inquiries.

"I've...never been...b-better," Ed breathed. "I think my back...might be bleeding a bit though."

Oswald blushed yet again and muttered apologetically, "Sorry."

"Oswald?"

"Yes?"

Edward put a hand on his chin to turn his face and kiss him deeply, though his breathing was still ragged. "I love you Oswald."

"I love you too, Ed," Oswald answered at once, returning this kiss with equal fervor.

How...how did I do? :)