Ozzie fluttered his eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He saw Thrax’s trench-coat covering him like a blanket and looked up to see Thrax facing him in a very solemn way.
“Put on the coat. I can’t have you walking around with soiled pants, but you will wash it once we get to a new place.”
“Wh…Where are we going, Master?” Ozzie asked as he did as he was told.
“Out of here. They are going to quarantine this place.”
So saying, Ozzie saw people wearing protective suits coming in to carry the already dead Nana off the bed and out of the house while trying to calm down the grieving mother. Once they started arming themselves with disinfectant tanks and spraying nozzles, the duo took it as a cue to leave.
Carrying Ozzie over his shoulders, Thrax, using his claws, climbed up the wall to reach to higher ground as the people in suits sprayed every nook and cranny of the room. The virus saw a tiny crack up in the ceiling and made his way there as quickly as he could, praying that he could make it on time. The disinfectant spray barely nicked him on the shoes as he hauled Ozzie into the crack before climbing in after him.
“That was a close one,” Thrax sighed in relief as he rotated his shoulders to remove the cricks. Ozzie automatically went up to him to help him massage the area.
“Where should we go now, Master?”
“Patience. In a place like this, our ride is bound to show up.”
Ozzie didn’t know what he meant, but him being the experienced traveler, he decided to trust his words. As they sat there waiting, Thrax ran his claws through the cell’s hair, stroking it like he was a pet. Ozzie fingered his collar and tried his luck asking the thing he had been dying to ask.
“Why me, Master?”
“Hmm?” Thrax hummed, his hand still stroking Ozzie’s hair.
“Why me? Of all the cells in Frank you could’ve taken along with, why me?”
“I’ve told you why.”
“Even so, why did you even bother taking me anyway? You could’ve just flown away as soon as you escaped from the falsie. You could’ve just left me stranded there on Shane and left me to my fate. Why did you…?”
His question was muffled by a pair of lips capturing his. He wanted to pull back from it but Thrax held him firmly, his tongue tracing along the cell’s lips, urging him to open up and let him in. Reluctantly he did, feeling the virus’ tongue invading his mouth, engaging him in a slow tongue dance. Ozzie tried to copy him, thinking that was what he wanted him to do. Before he knew it, Ozzie melted into that passionate kiss, allowing himself to drown into this warm and fuzzy emotion. By the time the virus released his oral hold on him, Ozzie’s lips were swollen red and his cheeks a bright crimson.
“You will understand sooner or later.”
“What do you mean…”
“Our ride is here.”
Ozzie looked towards the direction Thrax was looking, his question momentarily put on hold. Scurrying towards them in tiny pattering footsteps was a huge common house rat. Its black oily fur shone as it caught the light that came in through the cracks of the ceiling floor as it moved in its deliberately slow and cautious way. Again, Thrax hoisted Ozzie up his shoulders and stood at the ready.
“Hang on tight, baby. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Ozzie rolled his eyes. Great, he thought, Avoid the question now, will ya?
Thrax timed his movements right: he waited for the rat to stop momentarily in front of him, made a high jump, landing right on the rat’s tail, and held onto it tight. Once the rat came out of the ceiling, down the drain and stopped at the nearest trashcan to feed, Thrax put Ozzie down and made him run after him to enter the rat’s body through the rat’s ear.
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With his killer claw armed, Thrax approached one of the more articulate cells to take them to whoever was in charge of running the city. The cell, who looked like he had a severe case of a bad hair day, led them to the brain centre, which was heavily guarded, and took them to what seemed like the mayor’s office. The chair had its back facing them, so before the cell could introduce them to whoever sat on that chair, Thrax boldly stepped up and greeted.
“Hey, baby. How’s it hangin’?”
The chair spun round to reveal not a brain cell, but a virus who had black skin and white dreadlocks combed to one side. When he smiled, he had fangs like a vampire and he stood almost as tall as Thrax. He was wearing a grunge outfit with piercings on his left eye, his nose and one side of his lips. He gave a high-five with his black claws at Thrax while holding a leash that was connected to a collar around a brain cell’s neck. The brain cell himself looked just as crude and ugly as their escort.
“Hey there, Thrax my man! You’re lookin’ fine today!”
“How long did it take you to subdue the mayor?” Thrax pointed at the brain cell who was crouching next to the office table glaring at them with a vengeance.
Ozzie widened his eyes at this, thinking in disbelief, That is the mayor?!
“In one day’s flat,” the black virus replied. “I tell ya, these rat cities are so easy to play with. Give ‘em a bit of the shaking up and they’ll lick your boots just to stay alive,” the black virus shifted his gaze to Ozzie, “and who’s this fine-looking pretty thing here?”
“My pet,” Thrax replied, holding Ozzie close to him. “The name’s Osmosis Jones, but you can call him Ozzie. His friends call him that.”
“Which rat did you spring him from?”
“I’m done doing rats, remember? This baby here is from a real human city. The City of Downtown Frank, as a matter of fact.”
“No way!” the black virus exclaimed in awe. “Get out! C’mon, you’re spittin’ me!”
“Nope,” Thrax shook his head proudly. “He’s from the city that finally got me recognized in the medical books. In fact, we just done crashing our last victim there in that dingy home your body was living off in.”
“You mean that fat ass Nana who always leaves crumbs on the bed for my body’s midnight snack? Far out!” the black virus grinned, then held out his hand to offer it to shake with Ozzie’s, “The name’s Cox. Pure-bred son of Thalos of the Black Death. Nice to meet cha!”
Ozzie waited for Thrax to allow him to shake his hand before doing so, “Hi. Osmosis Jones. Immunity cell.”
“Wicked! You’re from the feds?” Cox rubbed his chin with interest as he circled around Ozzie, admiring him. “You’re too pretty to be a cop. Is he for sharing?”
“No,” Thrax gave him a warning glare. “You may be my half-strain cousin but he is off limits.”
“OK, OK, chill,” Cox held up his hands in surrender, then leaned near Ozzie a little and muttered, “Got that streak from his mother. I swear Dengue Fever viruses are the most possessive lovers ever. Drove his father mad, she did.”
“You done revealing my family’s skeletons now?” Thrax growled as he pulled Ozzie close until he was behind him. “Do we get to bunk in or what? Where’s your next stop?”
“Somewhere in Buffalo. I heard Serione is there. We might get there in about 3 days tops, if we take the sewage area and swim along the current through the underground. In the meantime, you can take the guesthouse at the Cornea Central. Great view from there.”
“Alright. I’ll have your escort take me there. Don’t wanna bother your quality time with your pet.”
“Cool. You know where it is, don’t cha, Finn?” Cox looked at the bad-hair-day escort, in which he nodded. He then turned to Thrax and said, “Hey, Thrax my man. Wanna join us for lunch later? Majah and the kids hadn’t seen you in years!”
“I’ll give it a rain check.”
Once Thrax’s back was turned, Cox winked flirtatiously at Ozzie, making the cell look away in disgust and followed after Thrax quietly with only one thought in mind.
Are all Thrax’s extended family that bizarre??
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“C’mere, baby. Help me fix my clothes.”
Ozzie immediately tended to him. He could only assume that Thrax was wearing clothes that were already there in the guesthouse wardrobe for any visitors of the extended family who came to stay. Ozzie tried to hide a smile as he helped Thrax to button and tuck in the long-sleeved white shirt and fixed his collar and belted up the black pressed pants. Thrax did not look good in white, but he wasn’t entirely that bad-looking either. Thrax ordered Ozzie to undo a few of his buttons to show off his chest so that he would not look like some school boy fresh out of college.
“You’re going to your cousin’s lunch, Master?” Ozzie asked.
“As much as I don’t want to, I have to,” Thrax rolled his eyes in contempt. “Or Cox will make me suffer the guilt of an ingrate. He enjoys doing that.”
“How did you know he was here in this body?”
“I don’t. It’s more of luck, really. Many of my extended families are spread out in a lot of rats’ bodies across the globe, with only a few hundred thousand that are not occupied and run by them, especially the mice category. I just had a feeling that I might just meet someone I know here.”
“He said your mother is a Dengue Fever virus. Is that where you get your heat signature from?”
“Technically yes. You can say I’m a mutated strain from their combined DNA. I inherited certain features from both of them, yet I do not produce the same viral symptoms of either of them. It’s like I’m an entirely independent virus born of their strain. Happens rarely, about one in every 1,000 generations of the virus strain. Pretty unique, ain’t it?”
“Um…Yeah, I guess,” Ozzie replied as he finished helping Thrax to put his shoes on.
“What’s the matter, baby? Why the sudden interest in my family tree?” Thrax smirked devilishly at the cell.
“Nothing important,” Ozzie looked away, his cheeks a little red. “Just curious, is all. Am I not coming along with you?”
“No. I know Cox. He may already have a wife and children, but his sexuality is diverse and abundant. In other words, he shags anything that moves. His wife is just as bad as he is. You are my property, remember? No one is to touch what is mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Cox’s taste in clothes is a disaster,” Thrax grimaced at his clothes, “but I guess it’ll make do. You, on the other hand, are not allowed to wear anything from here. None of them suits you, and I will not have my pet be anything less.”
“But…But what should I wear? The clothes are not going to dry that quickly, and I can’t exactly walk around in a towel all day.”
Thrax tapped his chin and looked around. He went to the wardrobe and scanned through the clothes that were there, imagining them on Ozzie only to shake his head in disapproval. He was about to go to the coat closet to find something decent to put on for his pet when he spied at the corner of his eye something hanging on the kitchen door. He turned around to see that it was a kitchen apron that bore a lot of frills along the shoulder sleeves and the bottom part of the apron, looking like it was one of those accessory clothing that were part of a maid’s outfit. Thrax smirked and took the apron down, flinging it at Ozzie.
“Put this on then,” Thrax said casually.
“T…This?? Master, this is worse than walking around with the towel on! You can’t possibly…”
“Am I sensing a little punishment time here?”
Ozzie bit his lip. Thrax had his belt on and he knew that if he said another word, it’ll be a week before he’ll be able to sit down properly. Quietly, he put on the apron and tied the lace behind his back before removing the towel around him.
“Now, was that so bad?” Thrax asked as he tickled Ozzie’s chin. “You’re allowed to wear your clothes again once it’s dry, but when I come home, I expect to see that apron still on you, you hear me?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie replied. In other words, regardless if he had his clothes on or not, Thrax had intended him to look like a maid today.
“I’ll be back soon, alright, baby?”
Ozzie nodded as Thrax gave the cell a peck on the forehead. Ozzie sent his master off and waited until he shut the door before he touched the part Thrax kissed. The same feeling he had when he held Thrax’s manhood for the first time surfaced inside his heart again, making him feel like there was a lump in his chest.
Why? Ozzie thought to himself. Why can’t I hate it anymore…?
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Suddenly he heard the doorbell rang. He went to the door and asked from the inside.
“Who is it?”
“Delivery from Mr. Cox to Mr. Ozzie,” a raspy voice from the other side of the door replied.
Ozzie was surprised and nervous. It sounded like Finn who led them to meet Cox earlier. Why would he be delivering something to him? Why would he even want to send something at a time when he was almost naked for the whole world to see?!
“Just leave it outside. I’ll take it from there. I’m a little…busy right now.”
“Mr. Cox’s orders to send delivery directly to Mr. Ozzie personally.”
Ozzie was at wit’s end. How was he going to show himself outside like this? If he didn’t take the delivery off Finn’s hands, he would offend Cox and indirectly embarrass Thrax, but if he did take the delivery, he would be showing himself off to Finn without Thrax’s permission and if Thrax caught wind of it, he’d get punished as well. It was a lose-lose situation for him either way.
Damn it, damn it, Frank-dammit! Ozzie scratched his head exasperatedly. Why of all times, you had to come now?! What should I do? What should I do?!
“Mr. Ozzie?” Finn’s voice sounded impatient.
Maybe…Maybe I can just stick my head and hand out. Don’t open the door all the way. Yeah, that should work…
“Coming,” Ozzie replied out loud and decided to stick with the game plan. Unlocking the door, he tried to stick his head and hand out only to get the delivery but his plan backfired when Finn pushed the door harshly open all the way and shoved the delivery impatiently to him. In a split second, Finn realized what he was seeing.
“Well, I didn’t know you were that busy.”
“Uh, um, well, it’s laundry day, so…Uh, thanks anyway,” Ozzie wanted to close the door but was blocked by the crude cell.
“What’s the hurry? Don’t I get any tips for delivery services?”
“Um, well, my Master’s the one who holds the cash, so you can just get it from him…”
“Oh, I’ll take the tip dangling in front of me right now,” Finn grinned as he slammed the door shut and locked it, advancing towards Ozzie with a wicked grin.
“Don’t…Don’t you dare!” Ozzie shouted as he backed away. “You better get out or I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what? You’re miles away from your Master and everyone else, and frankly, ho, they don’t give a damn.”
Without warning, Finn pounced onto Ozzie, a hungry, lustful look strewn across his face. Ozzie tried to fight, and succeeded in landing a few punches and kicks on the cell, but Finn had the upper hand when his strength suddenly increased when he flexed out his claws and sharp spikes tore through the back of his shirt. His eyes turned from dark green to bright yellow as he bared out his razor-sharp teeth and clamped down on Ozzie’s neck, not exactly biting down but it still stung to the touch. Subduing him, Finn, without the courtesy of preparation or lube, zipped down his fly and thrust deep into Ozzie.
As Ozzie felt like he was being torn apart again and again, the only name he could scream out for help was his Master.
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