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Uninvited

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After reading the invitation, Ozzy groaned. Thrax looked up from the book he was reading. "Whoa, baby, I'm the only one that's supposed to get those noises out of you. What's wrong?"

"One, that's not the noise I make; I sound way better than that. And two, I need a costume for my friend's Halloween party." He passed the invitation to Thrax.

"Why the hell wasn't I invited?"

Ozzy rolled his eyes. "You're supposed to be dead, remember? And people don't like viruses."

Thrax glared. "I can feel the love, Jones." He returned his attention to the invite. "I don't see why you need to dress up, baby." Ozzy pointed to something written on the bottom of the page. "'Come in costume or don't come at all.'" Thrax read.

"Yup. It's his favorite holiday. I gotta hand it to him, he throws great parties. Problem is he expects you to dress up!" Ozzy huffed in frustration.

"I know what ya could go as, baby."

"What?"

"Elvira." Thrax smirked.

"I will shoot you." Ozzy informed while snatching back the invitation.

"What's wrong with Elvira?" Thrax's wolf grin was huge.

"There's no way I'm wearin' a dress," he said. "Especially such a revealing one," he added.

"Alright, baby, how ab-"

"If you say Jessica Rabbit, Holli Would, or Stripperella, I will shoot your dick off!" Ozzy shouted. Thrax just smiled and twiddled his thumbs. Ozzy picked up one of the couch pillows and threw it at Thrax's head. "You're such a dick!"

Thrax laughed. "I didn't even say anything, baby!" He blocked the blows of the pillows before finally managing to wrestle and pin Ozzy down on the couch. "You can't punish someone for something they didn't even say,  Jones."

"Yes I can." Ozzy argued. "You were thinking it, and that's worse."

"How's that worse?" Thrax asked, rolling his eyes.

"Because you got a Franked up, pervy mind."

"I thought you liked that," Thrax fake pouted.

"Only when it's good for me. And right now it ain't." He sat up. "Party's tonight. I gotta go find something to wear." He kissed Thrax on the lips and headed for the door. "See ya later."

"Later, baby," Thrax answered with a mischievous smile.

...

Ozzy was not disappointed when he arrived at the party. The house was completely transformed by the decorations. There were bright flashing lights all over the dance floor, a smoke machine, a DJ, amazing food, and lots of beer.

He wasn't surprised when he found Drix dressed up like a mad scientist. "Lame," he said between fake coughs.

"Oh, like a voodoo doctor is so much better." Drix replied, looking at Ozzy's costume.

"Severed head?" Ozzy offered, pulling one out of his top hat. Drix made a face in disgust. "Tarot card then?" Ozzy asked, pulling one out of his coat pocket.

"I think I'll pass hearing whatever terrible fate you'd stick me with," Drix laughed.

"I would never do that," Ozzy gave a toothy grin. It was then he noticed the bin of ice cold beers on the other side of the room. "I'm gonna get a drink, want one?"

"I'm good."

Ozzy walked over to the bin, pulled up his sleeve, and grabbed a can out of the water. He had just started drinking when he heard a familiar voice from behind him. "Hi, baby." Ozzy choked on his drink. He whirled around to see Thrax, dressed as the phantom of the opera, grinning down at him.

"What're you doing here?!" Ozzy asked.

"Enjoying myself. You were right about this guy's parties, baby." He said, sitting down on the couch.

"You're out in the open! People will recognize you!" Ozzy panicked.

"No they don't, baby," Thrax assured. "Why the hell you think I dressed up as this?" He pointed to the mask.

"People can still see half your face!"

"They have no idea who I am. It's too dark in here, Jones. None of your coworkers recognized me. They even said they liked the costume. You're fine." He stole Ozzy's beer, and drank away.

"I don't care, man. This is way too risky! You need to leave!"

"No way, Jones," Thrax was starting to get irritated. "Do you know how long it took to find gloves where one finger's longer than the others?"

Ozzy let himself calm down long enough to enjoy Thrax's exaggerating. "Couldn't have been that long; you didn't find out about the party till today."

Thrax glared. “Why do you gotta be like that, baby?” He grabbed Ozzy’s hand and dragged him onto the couch. “I was tryin’ to surprise you, and all you do is freak out, Jones.”

Ozzy snatched his drink back, and drank the rest. “Because it’s like you want to get shot.”  

“No one’s gonna recognize me.”

“Hello Thrax,” someone to the side of him said with disdain.

“Hi, baby.”  Thrax did a double take, and made a face in disgust. “You still smell like cherry, cold pill.”

“What is he doing here?” Drix asked, obviously annoyed.

“Stressing me out!” Ozzy explained, grabbing another beer.

Thrax smirked. “It’s fun. He makes a cute face when he’s stressed.” Ozzy punched him in the arm, but the virus’ smirk only got wider.

“I suppose there’s no point in trying to threaten you into leaving, is there?” Drix ventured.

“Course not, baby.”

“Then I’m getting away from you two before you get caught. I do not need to be listed as an accomplice.”

“See,” Ozzy said, pausing to take a sip, “people don’t like viruses.”

“Shut up, Jones.” Suddenly the song changed from fast to slow. “Wanna dance, baby?”

“Let you lead, and waltz me around the dance floor? I think I’ll pass.”

“Don’t be so boring, Jones.” Despite Ozzy protests, Thrax dragged him out onto the dance floor. Halfway through the dance, Ozzy groaned. “What’s wrong now?”

“My friends are spying on us,” Ozzy informed. Even with all the other people on the dance floor, his friends had somehow managed to find them.  A few of them were giggling, while others were just staring in shock that Ozzy was with another man.

“Why don’t we give them a show, then?” Thrax twirled Ozzy so that his arms were crossed, and his back was against Thrax’s chest. Thrax leaned down and kissed Ozzy’s neck while they continued to dance. “They still spying?” Thrax murmured against Ozzy’s neck.

Ozzy had to wait until he had a clear view of them again. “Nope. Some are laughing, some are just looking away kinda embarrassed.” He grinned. “Now are you gonna keep munching on my neck, or untangle my arms?”

“You like it when I kiss your neck.” He twirled Ozzy in the opposite direction so his arms were no longer crossed, and the song ended.

Ozzy immediately made a beeline for the bin of beers, deciding he couldn’t handle the night sober.  He opened up a can and started drinking. He had just finished the first, when one of his friends walked up. He opened another.

“Hey Ozzy,” his friend greeted. Said cell waved because he was too busy chugging. “Who were you dancing out there with?”

“Boyfriend,” Ozzy answered before resuming his drink.

“You’re gay?” Ozzy just shrugged. “Well, who is he?”

“That ain’t any of your business.” He handed his friend the empty can, and grabbed a third. Seeing Ozzy was too busy trying to get drunk, he went over and sat by Drix. “Do you know who Ozzy’s dating?”

“Yes,” Drix said with annoyance. This attracted the attention of the other cops.

“Who is he?” They asked.

“That isn’t my secret to tell,” Drix answered. They noticed that Thrax was now back with Ozzy, and was trying to keep the cell away from the newest beer he had opened.

“Let’s go meet him.”

“You don’t want to. Trust me, he’s a jerk.” Drix informed.

Meanwhile, Ozzy was still trying and failing to get the beer back. “Your friends keep staring at us, baby. Looks like they wanna come over. Want me to kill ‘em?”

“No! And I told you people would want to figure out who you are. It’s too party for you to be at a risky.” Ozzy paused to comprehend what he just said. “Frank, I’m drunk.”

“You didn’t even have that much to drink!”

“Yeah I did, you just weren’t around.” Ozzy laughed. “Let’s go home! I’m drunk, my friends are being nosy, and you're either going to kill someone or get arrested; it ain’t a night for partying.”

“Fine by me, I hate everyone here.”

“Excuse me?” Ozzy pointed to himself, as they headed out.

“Don’t be ridiculous Jones. You know I love you.”  Thrax laughed.

Ozzy stumbled, and Thrax supported him. “Good cause I can’t drive home.”
This is so long, and took forever to finish. So yes, a Thrax x Ozzy Halloween special! I doubt anyone noticed, but I dressed Ozzy up as a specific voodoo doctor. Dr. Facilier from Princess and the Frog! Because Ozzy would so have friends on the other side. And Thrax's costume was me just trying to find a costume that covered most of his face. Halloween is in 2 days! Happy almost Halloween everyone!
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"I know what ya could go as, baby."

"What?"

"Elvira." Thrax smirked.

"I will shoot you." Ozzy informed while snatching back the invitation.

"What's wrong with Elvira?" Thrax's wolf grin was huge.

"There's no way I'm wearin' a dress," he said. "Especially such a revealing one," he added.

"Alright, baby, how ab-"

"If you say Jessica Rabbit, Holli Would, or Stripperella, I will shoot your dick off!" Ozzy shouted. Thrax just smiled and twiddled his thumbs. Ozzy picked up one of the couch pillows and threw it at Thrax's head. "You're such a dick!" 

Thrax laughed. "I didn't even say anything, baby!" He blocked the blows of the pillows before finally managing to wrestle and pin Ozzy down on the couch. "You can't punish someone for something they didn't even say,  Jones."

"Yes I can." Ozzy argued. "You were thinking it, and that's worse."

"How's that worse?" Thrax asked, rolling his eyes.

"Because you got a Franked up, pervy mind."

How perverted is Thrax, like damn! XD and boy, does he love to stress the fuck out of Ozzy

I couldn't help but imagine them dancing tango to the song 'The Masochism Tango' 

“You don’t want to. Trust me, he’s a jerk.” Drix informed.
Thrax may be a jerk to the cells, but he's a gentleman to his lady-I mean bf XD