Chapter 12

Thrax and Ozzy got into the tub, which wasn't nearly hot enough. The virus slipped his killing claw into the water, bringing up the temperature. Despite having claws, Ozzy was a lot more sensitive to heat than Thrax was. "Do not turn me into soup," Ozzy growled.

Thrax grinned, wrapping an arm around Ozzy's waist. "If you're soup, does that mean I get to eat you, baby?"

"Ugh!" Ozzy groaned. "I swear, you only have two things on your mind. Sex and," Ozzy was about to say getting into the medical books, but realized Thrax would never get into them because of him. Ozzy realized it was probably best not to bring it up. "And killing people," he finished.

Thrax shrugged. "Is there anything else, Jones?"

"You're so dumb." Ozzy rolled over so his back was leaning against Thrax's chest.

"Oh really, baby?" Thrax gave Ozzy's thigh a hard pinch, making the cell jerk to the side. "Which one of us got caught and thrown in the prison?"

"We both did!" Ozzy said with a glare.

Thrax smirked in triumph. "No, Jones, you did. I attacked a crowded area to get captured on purpose. You're the one who actually got caught." Ozzy opened his mouth to argue, but realized Thrax was right. The virus laughed, so Ozzy elbowed him in the chest. "Seriously, baby, how'd you get caught?"

Ozzy sighed. "I didn't know the prison was in that city! I was losing my mind staying hidden all day, so I just went out for a walk, keeping my hands in my pockets. Got knocked over in a big crowd. People saw the claws, and that was that."

Thrax kissed the top of Ozzy's head. "Damn, Jones, you really need me. You know nothing about being a virus."

"Nah. Just need a copy of the damn handbook," Ozzy suggested, smirking when he looked up to see Thrax frown. "I bet the handbook would be better company."

"That's fucked up, Jones." The virus reach down and slapped Ozzy's ass. The cell gasped. He glared up at Thrax, and tugged on one of his dreads as hard as he could. "Damn, baby!"

"Every time you do that, I'm yanking on your damn dreads as hard as I can!"

Thrax laughed. "I'm gonna be honest, baby, it's worth it."

Ozzy crossed his arms. "I hate you."

Thrax wrapped his arms around Ozzy, and rested his head on the cell's shoulder. "No, no, no, baby. S'too late. You already told me you love me." He kissed Ozzy's neck. Ozzy grumbled something about Thrax not deserving him, to which the virus laughed. Thrax then grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the the side of the tub. "Hold still, Jones." Ozzy was about to ask why, when he felt Thrax's hands on his head, massaging the soap into his hair.

"You're funny how much you like my longer hair," Ozzy said with a smile.

Thrax didn't have a good comeback. "Shut up, baby." He washed Ozzy's hair, then rinsed it out. He was going to wash Ozzy's body with a bar of soap, but the cell stopped him.

"Oh no, Thrax," Ozzy giggled.

Thrax was confused. "What?"

"You're not washing my body." Ozzy said, stealing the bar of soap. "We came in here to get clean. Not to get turned on and have sex again."

Thrax gave a fake pout. "No tub sex?"

"No," Ozzy replied before giving Thrax a quick kiss on the lips. Ozzy washed off his body, while Thrax washed his dreads. "I thought you couldn't wash dreads."

Thrax made a face in disgust. "Nah, baby. You just gotta work the soap in, then squeeze and rinse till it's all out." He flipped his dreads back after he got all the soap out. "If I didn't wash 'em, they'd smell like shit, Jones."

Ozzy nodded. "Good point." They finished cleaning themselves off, and got out of the tub. Ozzy grabbed a large, fluffy towel and wrapped it around himself. "Ooh, soft." They dried off, and hung up the towels. Thrax put back on the clean clothes he had thrown on the floor earlier, and Ozzy got his clothes out of the dryer. "Where did I put my boots?" Ozzy called from the other side of the apartment.

"They're in here!" Thrax called back from the bedroom. Ozzy appeared a few seconds later, and slipped on his boots. He saw the way Thrax was looking at him, and couldn't stop his laughter from escaping. "What's so funny, baby?"

"You," Ozzy laughed. "You're like a school boy. You wouldn't stop making fun of my boots at the prison, but now that I'm paying more attention, I can tell you like them. It's like the boy that pulls the girl's hair because he likes her."

Despite himself, Thrax laughed. "We tried to kill each other, Jones. I think it's safe to say we took playground rules to the extreme." He kissed Ozzy, then grabbed the cell's hand. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"The store, baby. We gotta get you some clothes," Thrax answered.

Ozzy rolled his eyes. "You don't need to buy m-"

"We're getting you clothes, so don't argue, baby," Thrax interrupted. Ozzy huffed, but was actually touched. They left the apartment building, and traveled by the alleyways. This was the bad side of town, so they could most likely travel by sidewalks and be fine, but Ozzy was a little paranoid after being captured so recently. They arrived at the store, and entered through the back. "This place is a fucking mess!" Thrax shouted with a smirk.

Ozzy was going to ask what he was doing, when a voice called out, "Go fuck yourself, Thrax!" A female germ rounded the corner, and smiled. "It's been a while since I've seen you here. Who's this?" They were quickly introduced. A look of surprise crossed her face when she saw the claws on Ozzy hands, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. She was used to getting strange customers. "Look around, see if there's anything you like." She pointed to Thrax. "Do not steal anything!"

"No promises, baby." She rolled her eyes, and walked away. They began walking through the store. There were no departments; all the clothes were mixed together. On one rack you would see men's dress shirts, while the rack next to it would have women's skirts. To Ozzy, the most surprising thing was it didn't feel messy; the store had a strange charm. They found a large amount of tops and pants, and Ozzy went to try them on.

The first things he put on were a pair of dark red pants and a black shirt. The shirt was tight in the torso, with loose long sleeves, that came in at the wrists. He opened the door, so Thrax could see. "Damn, baby, you're on fire."

Ozzy rolled his eyes. "Yeah well-" He stopped speaking when he saw the price tag on the shirt. "Holy spit. I gotta take this off."

"Jones-"

"No, you don't get it. This is way too-"

Thrax grabbed Ozzy's chin, and turned the cell to face him. "Ozzy, baby, calm down." The cell was going to interrupt, when Thrax handed him a slip of paper he pulled out of his trench coat. "That's how much money I made on my last shipment." Ozzy's jaw dropped when he saw the number. "And that's one shipment to one city, baby."

"That's a lot of money," Ozzy said, stunned.

Thrax took a look at the price tag. "Yeah, this ain't gonna be a problem, baby." Ozzy was going to protest, but Thrax kissed his forehead and told him he was being ridiculous. Ozzy tried on the rest, and they decided to buy all but a few. As they were heading towards the counter Thrax suggested they buy Ozzy a pair of shoes as well. The cell protested, until Thrax said, "Those purple shoes ain't gonna go with most of these, Jones." Ozzy agreed to just one pair of black knee high boots. They paid, and walked back to the apartment.

In the elevator, Ozzy looked down at all the bags and sighed. "I feel like a gold digger."

Thrax laughed. "Nah, baby. It was like pullin' teeth to try and get you to agree to getting anything."

Ozzy shrugged. "S'cause I'm cheap." They arrived back at the apartment, to hear Thrax's phone ringing. The virus answered it while Ozzy started putting his new clothes in some drawers. He ran out of the bedroom, when he heard Thrax scream. "What happened?"

Thrax was standing with his killer claw lit, next to an orange pile of muck that used to be the phone. "There's been another fucking accident. We have to go down to the damn factory." He sighed. "And buy a new phone."

Ozzy kissed Thrax's hand. "Stay calm, Thrax."

"There's gonna be fire, Jones." Thrax seethed.

Ozzy sighed. "Or you could lose it and kill people, I guess. You do you."

To be Continued.