Chapter 10

Thrax's body pretty much filled the door frame, so Ozzy couldn't tell who was on the other side. However, the cell could tell that whoever it was made Thrax angry because his killer claw was burning a bright orange. "Get the fuck out of my face."

"Aw, come on Thrax. You never buy any," said a voice that sounded like it came from a girl.

Ozzy could see Thrax's muscles tensing up under his turtleneck. "And that ain't changin' today. Now, get the hell out of here! I'm busy!"

"You always say that just to get rid of us," said a second voice.

"Cause you're vermin, baby. If Louie Bigs wasn't your old man, I would've killed y'all a long time ago."

After hearing this last part, Ozzy couldn't take it anymore. He just had to see who Thrax was talking to. He got up, and walked over to the doorway. There he saw two little girls who couldn't be older than nine or ten. One was a red blood cell, with her hair up in a ponytail. The lower part of her hair was shaved with curlicue designs. She wore a baggy shirt, and jeans with holes in the knees. The other girl was a germ with three eyes, and long hair in a bunch of small braids. She had on a simple black dress that dragged on the floor.

Ozzy turned to Thrax, absolutely shocked. "You're threatening little girls?!"

"They're not girls! They're monsters!" Thrax argued.

"Since when does selling something make you a monster?" The red blood cell asked.

Thrax could feel the anger bubbling up inside him. "Why don't you two get out of here before I rip you into tiny fucking pieces, and mail you back to your old man!"

The germ, who had been looking at her phone said, "You already used that one. You said that three weeks ago."

Thrax rolled his eyes. "Alright, baby, how about I skin that pretty membrane of yours from your ankles to your shoulders."

She checked the list of threats, and nodded. "That's a new one." She typed this new threat into her list.

Ozzy knelt down so they were the same height. "Could I look at that for just a moment?" She handed over the phone, and he scrolled through the list. He handed it back, and punched Thrax in the arm. "You said all those things to little girls?!"

Thrax glared. "They ain't little girls! They're freaks!"

Before Thrax could continue ranting, the red blood cell laughed. "I like you. What's your name?"

"It's Ozzy. The cell who kicked his ass," he jerked a thumb at Thrax, "and got a sucky prize for it." He wiggled his claws to explain what he meant.

Thrax gave a small laugh. "Yeah right, baby."

Before Ozzy had the chance to defend the fact he had won the fight, the red blood cell spoke up. "Well I'm Audra, and this is my sister Darcy." She could see that Ozzy was confused about how they could be sisters, so she explained. "Our dad cheated on my mom with her mom."

"And they were so disgusted they left us with him, and never came back," Darcy finished.

Ozzy didn't really know what to say to this. Thrax used this as an opportunity to get a word in. "Fascinating, baby, now go bother someone else!"

"What're you guys selling anyway?" Ozzy finally asked.

"Cookies," Audra answered. She opened her bag to show him the different boxes of girl scout cookies they had. "This other girl always wins and it's really annoying."

Darcy nodded in agreement. "We wanna take the bitch down."

Ozzy was suddenly paying close attention. "You got those chocolate fudge ones?" She had barely nodded, when Ozzy went to grab some of the leftover money he had stolen.

"No way, Jones! We are NOT buying anything from them!" He tried to grab the cash out of Ozzy's hand.

The cell used his stretching abilities to quickly get away from Thrax's grasp. "I was the one who found the money! I should be able to buy what I want with it!" Before Thrax could say anything else, Ozzy handed Audra the money, who then gave him a box of cookies.

The girls smiled in victory, until they saw the look on Thrax's face. "Alright, So I can't kill you." Here he gave a horrible smile. "But I don't think Louie will mind if I maim you, just a little."

Ozzy saw the look on Thrax's face, and knew he wasn't kidding around. "Girls, you should run." Recognizing they pushed Thrax past his breaking point, they did as Ozzy said. The virus went to take off after them, so Ozzy wrapped his arms around Thrax's waist, trying to hold him back. "Calm down! It's not worth it!" He could feel himself slowly losing ground, right before Thrax broke from his grip entirely. Ozzy had to think fast. Right as Thrax took his first steps in the hall, Ozzy called out, "I'm stripping!"

Faster than the cell thought possible, Thrax ran back into the apartment. Here the virus saw Ozzy sitting up on the kitchen counter, his shirt off, and his legs open. Before Ozzy had time to reflect on whether this was a good decision or not, Thrax had closed the door and sat the cell on his lap. He wrapped his arms around Ozzy's hips. "You know me too well, baby."

He kissed Ozzy's lips, then moved down to his neck. He gave playful bites and teasing licks, making the cell gasp. He moved down to Ozzy's chest, then his stomach. He paused to kiss the scar, to which Ozzy moaned. Thrax smirked. "So the scar's sensitive, baby?" Ozzy blushed, but didn't say anything. "Not only did I mutate you, I made a tender little spot." He ran his tongue along the line, making Ozzy's breath hitch in his throat. He went down lower, reaching the waist of Ozzy's pants.

Ozzy cupped Thrax's head in his hands, and brought him back up so they were face to face. "Don't go any lower."

Thrax smiled, and wrapped a strand of Ozzy's hair around his claws. "I ain't gonna burn you, baby."

Ozzy was confused. "What?"

Now it was Thrax's turn to be confused. "That wasn't what you were worried about?"

Ozzy shook his head. "But what are you talking about?"

"Viruses have a hotter body temp than everyone else, baby. So my tongue's hotter as well. There was a rumor going round awhile back that virus tongues could burn people. Thought you heard it, Jones."

"No, never heard it," Ozzy replied.

Thrax found himself feeling curious. "So you're just nervous then, baby?"

"I'm not nervous," Ozzy said, but he hesitated.

"You are, Jones!" Thrax pushed some of Ozzy's hair back. "You said you ain't apposed to-"

"And I'm not!" Ozzy interrupted.

"But you're still nervous," Thrax smirked.

Ozzy thought about it for a moment. "It's just it isn't meant for that! Even if it doesn't hurt, it doesn't sound pleasant."

Thrax kissed Ozzy's forehead. "I don't know what to tell you, baby. I can promise you a million times that I'll be gentle, but you ain't gonna feel better till you actually do it."

Ozzy pouted. "The fact that you're being the responsible and reasonable one is kinda scary."

Thrax laughed. "I have my good moments, baby." He leaned in to kiss the cell again. He had just got his tongue past Ozzy's lips when the doorbell rang. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!" He lifted Ozzy up, and sat him back down on the kitchen counter. He opened the door to reveal two germs. He slashed the one nearest the door with his killing claw. He slammed the door shut, and turned to see Ozzy gaping.

"You just killed him?!"

Thrax was a bit surprised by this reaction. "You've seen me kill people before, Jones."

"But he didn't even do anything!" Ozzy pointed out.

"He interrupted my alone time with you, baby." Thrax could tell Ozzy didn't think this was a legitimate reason. "He worked for me, and he was startin' to get kinda shady. I think he wanted to overthrow me, Jones. I was planning on killing him soon anyway." The doorbell rang again. Thrax opened it, wondering if he should kill this one as well.

"Wait, boss! I didn't have nothing to do with him!" He said, pointing to the puddle that had once been a germ.

Thrax leaned up against the door jamb. "Oh really, baby?" The germ nodded, casting a few glances down at Thrax's killing claw. "Then what the hell you doing here?"

The germ was reluctant to tell Thrax what had happened. "There was a bit of a holdup, and the shipping's gotten behind."

Ozzy pretty much tuned out the rest of the conversation. It was basically all Thrax ranting and threatening. Although Ozzy wasn't fazed by what Thrax said, he knew the germs working for him would be. They would most likely work all night to get the stimulants shipped on time. This was all a bit of a turn off for Ozzy, so he jumped off the counter and put his shirt back on. He then noticed the box of cookies he had just bought. He smirked. Don't mind if I do. He had three and was about to go for a fourth, when he felt his wrist snatched.

He looked up to see Thrax glaring down at him. "This isn't breakfast, Jones." He took the cookies away from the cell. "You gotta eat something better than all this crap!"

Ozzy tried and failed to get the box back. "The virus is worried about health. Do you not see how ironic this is?"

Thrax held the box above his head. "Just your health, baby. I only care about you. The rest of the world can go fuck themselves." Ozzy was pretty much leaning up against Thrax, trying to get the box back. Thrax smirked, getting a naughty yet fun idea. He smacked Ozzy's ass, making the cell gasp.

"Don't do that!" Ozzy blushed. He was more flustered, than angry. Thrax even suspected the cell might have liked it, although he knew Ozzy would never admit it if it was true.

"Ooh, does someone not like what happens when he's naughty?" Thrax teased.

Ozzy turned away, but not before Thrax noticed the smallest smile on his face. "That's it. Nervous or no, you're not getting any of this. Ever."

Thrax wrapped his arms around Ozzy and kissed his cheek. "Don't be like that, baby. If I make you breakfast, you gonna let it go?"

Ozzy seemed to perk up at this. "Donuts?"

"No," Thrax scolded.

Ozzy pouted. "No fun." He reached for the cookies again, so Thrax put the box on top of the fridge. "You do remember I can jump really high right?"

Thrax kissed Ozzy's neck again. "If you do, I just might spank you again, baby." He rubbed the inside of the cell's thighs. "Although I'm not sure how much of a punishment that is."

Although Ozzy enjoyed the touch, he wasn't going to let Thrax get away with saying this. He grabbed  the fold of Thrax's turtleneck, and flipped it up so it covered the virus's mouth."You're not helping your case, Thrax."

The virus pulled his turtleneck back down. "You say you don't like it, but you made a cute little noise when it happened, Jones."

"I did not like it!" Ozzy shouted.

Thrax smirked; he had Ozzy right where he wanted him. "But you admit you made a cute little noise. Something similar to a moan, baby?"

"I-no, I-" Ozzy stammered. Thrax laughed, so Ozzy punched him in the chest. "You're an asshole."

"Never denied it, baby." He said, kissing Ozzy's forehead.

"Now make breakfast. I'm starving!"

Thrax rolled his eyes. "Hate to break it to you baby, but you're always starving." He set Ozzy back on the counter, and went to work on making them both omelets.

"I didn't know you could cook," Ozzy thought aloud.

"Course, baby. I usually travel alone. Gotta know how to take care of yourself," Thrax explained. He finished making them, and they sat down to eat. "Well, baby, does it satisfy?"

"Not donuts, but still really good," Ozzy smirked.

Thrax laughed. "Not totally banned from your pants then, huh, Jones?"

It was Ozzy's turn to laugh. "So long as you're nice, you got a chance. Still only the second day though."

"More like four days, baby."

"Is that some kind of loophole?" Ozzy asked. Thrax simply smirked. The cell bit his knuckle. By now, both of them had finished eating. "Oh Frank it! If I don't do this now, I'll never do it!"

Thrax kissed the inside of Ozzy's wrist. "You sure, baby?"

"You've been fantasizing about having sex with me for around a year, and now you're questioning if I'm ready?" Ozzy was surprised, but also touched.

"Course, baby. I ain't gonna force you to do anything you don't feel like."

"Damn, I love you." He slipped his tongue past the virus's lips. After a moment, he pulled away. "Let's go for it. Just go slow."

Thrax lifted Ozzy up bridal style. "Don't worry, baby. I think you're gonna be pleasantly surprised."

Ozzy rested his head on Thrax's shoulder. "I'm hoping so."

To be Continued.