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A/N:
Still a little too hot to handle? You haven�t seen nothing
yet!

Disclaimer:
I do not own Osmosis Jones and whatever characters that is in it. But I wish I
could own the pairings� T_T

POISON
�� You want me to wear that?�
�� Ozzie looked incredulously at the
clothes that were laid before him on the motel bed. Thrax
grinned.
�� Of course.
I�m your Master, and as your Master, I insist you wear something that
compliments me for tonight�s journey.�
�� Ozzie picked up the shirt and studied
it. Not exactly a decent-looking shirt, considering that it was some sort of
flexible black fabric that only reached past his chest.
�� This is a friggin�
girl�s midriffs!� Ozzie exclaimed. �You expectin� me to go with you wearing girl�s clothes?!�
�� Given your attitude, I wouldn�t put
past you whining and griping like one anyway and,� Thrax
flexed out his killer claw, its glow menacing and threatening, �I�d hate to
punish a pretty lil� baby like you, don�t you agree,
Jones?�
�� Ozzie shrank back. As much as he
liked to scream his head off and protest till the cows come home, he still
valued his life. He hung his head low.
�� Y-Yes, of course, Master.�
�� Good boy,� Thrax
retracted his claw and patted the cell�s head, making the cell flinch. �Now put
them on and throw out that ridiculous outfit you cling so much to. The slumber
party is about to start.�
�� Reluctantly, he nodded and made his
way to the bathroom to change. Ever since Thrax burnt
off his clothes to infect him with his viral DNA, Ozzie had no choice but to
rely on wearing the motel�s spare shirt and pants kept in the wardrobe, which
made him occasionally itch. He was glad to be rid of them now, but wasn�t
exactly too thrilled to don his new ones.
�� Are you done? Don�t keep me
waiting, baby. I don�t want to be late.�
�� Praying to Frank that he would not
look ridiculous, he quickly put on the clothes Thrax
gave him. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Thrax
admired his handiwork. As suspected by Ozzie, the black shirt was a sleeveless
midriff that reached just below the cell�s chest, revealing his middle. His
pants were a quarter long that only ran as far as down half of Ozzie�s thighs.
The only thing that contrasted was the cell�s shoes.
�� Take the shoes off. You won�t be needing them any longer.�
�� N�Not my suede-s!
It cost me a fortune to��
�� Thrax�s
killer claw twitched a little as a warning. It was all Ozzie needed to obey
him. Sadly, he toed off the shoes and stood there forlornly, awaiting his
Master�s next orders.
�� Turn around.�
�� Ozzie did as he was told. The
clothes were not only flexible but body-fitting as well. The pants wrapped
itself just right around Ozzie�s ass, pronouncing the shape perfectly. Thrax told him to turn around again and tapped his chin
thoughtfully.
�� Still missing something�� Thrax noted while playing with his hypothalamus chain he
confiscated from Ozzie last night. Looking at the chain, it gave him an idea, �C�mere, baby.�
�� Ozzie walked tentatively towards the
virus. Impatient, the virus pulled him closer and put the chain around Ozzie�s
neck. He maneuvered until the part with the hypothalamus DNA was entirely
around Ozzie�s neck before using his killer claw to cut the chain, then heated
up the chain to connect the loose ends on Ozzie�s neck together, fashioning a
collar. He later connected the other half of the chain he cut out and fingered
it again in his hand, smiling proudly.
�� Now you look absolutely stunning,
baby,� Thrax commented. �That�ll do for now. Once we
move into the next city, we�ll see if we could get you a leash to go with that
collar.�
�� Ozzie touched the hypothalamus chain
that was now his collar. It felt soothingly cold around his neck, despite the
fact that this was the exact DNA that regulated the temperature of the entire
body. He had initially thought the DNA would be sort of warm to the touch, but
he was mistaken.
�� Shall we make a move, baby?�
�� As much as he didn�t like it, Ozzie
had no choice but to take the virus� hand and made their way out of their motel
room into unknown territory.
--:--
�� Thrax and
Ozzie blended in well with the crowd as they made their way to their intended
quarters. Entering the city of Nana�that�s what one of the guests in the
slumber party they leapt in was called�was surprisingly easier than expected.
Nana was a sucker for man�s best friend and allowed the Pomeranian to lick her
face till no end. The dumb owner of the saliva boat only needed to fall for Thrax�s compliments on his �wonderful vessel� and
immediately agreed to let them have a joyride. Once the mutt had its tongue all
over Nana�s mouth, Thrax, holding Ozzie tight by the
waist, leapt off the saliva boat and expertly glided in the air until he was
able to land them both on Nana�s tongue.
�� Nana was a glutton who ate anything
and everything and it was her insatiable appetite that contributed to the
growth of the Love Handles Community in the city, in which Thrax
and Ozzie were in at the moment. Like the body, its inhabitants were just as
gluttonous. Only about a handful of the city�s people were truly concerned about
Nana�s health but was met infuriatingly with the majority�s contentment to stay
the way it was. It couldn�t get any better than this to lay low for the virus
and the cell. As much as Ozzie hated to admit it, he knew Thrax
would take this city down in no time flat.
�� After checking into a private chalet
at the community�s six-fat hotel (posing as a rich, eccentric couple who valued
their privacy) and doing a little bit of grocery shopping around the area
(since everything served in the hotel was enough to clot all blood vessels of a
human body), Thrax ordered Ozzie to fix dinner at the
chalet kitchen. Where Thrax got the money for all
this, Ozzie didn�t want to know.
�� But�But I�m not much of a cook��
Ozzie replied, which was true. If he were left alone in the kitchen for two
minutes, he would have to call the fire department. This little bachelor cell
was highly dependent on take-outs, and it showed.
�� Then you will learn,� Thrax replied. He eyed around the kitchen and saw a
dusty-looking cookbook on the top shelf where the seasoning was supposed to be.
He took it down and flung it at Ozzie. �Looks like you�re in luck. This chalet
is being very accommodating. Get a move on, baby.�
�� Poor Ozzie had no choice but to
comply lest he wanted to be punished again. Scanning through the cookbook to
see whether any of the ingredients he had fit a particular dish, the cell set
to work, following the instructions to rule as he sliced, diced, chopped and
cooked their dinner. Thrax, who sat at the dining
room reading the newspaper, stole a look at the serious Ozzie trying his best
to make a decent meal and grinned, an evil thought coming across his mind.
�� Working hard, I see?� Thrax said huskily as he came into the kitchen, taking a
whiff at the food he was cooking. So far, so good.
�� I�I�m almost done, Master�� Ozzie
replied hurriedly. �Just give me a few more minutes�Ah, M-M-Master, what are
you doing?�
�� Without warning, Thrax
held Ozzie�s hands firmly onto the sides of the sink and put a glass on each of
the back of his hands. He opened the bottle of cold coke they bought and poured
its content into both glasses.
�� Stay still and don�t spill,� Thrax ordered, �or you�ll be punished.�
�� So saying, Thrax
reached to turn down the fire of the stove until it was simmering so that their
dinner would not boil over. He took the coke bottle and touched the ice-cold
bottom of it onto Ozzie�s cheek, making the cell tremble.
�� M�Master�it�s so cold�� Ozzie
whimpered.
�� Yes, it does,� Thrax
Thrax said in a low tone as he trailed the bottle
along the cell�s jaw line. �Makes you feel good, doesn�t it? To
feel a little bit of coldness on that warm, soft membrane of yours?�
�� P�Please stop�It�s
really cold��
�� I�m your Master and I can do
whatever I want. Remember that, baby.�
�� Y�Yes, Master�Do as you will to
me��
�� Thrax
chuckled before removing the bottle off Ozzie�s face. He took a jar of pickles
and took out one, sucking the sour-ish preserved
solution off it. Ozzie wondered what he wanted to do with the pickle, but right
now he had to concentrate on keeping the glasses balanced on his hands.
�� You have never been entered before,
have you, Jones?�
�� Ozzie looked at the virus with wide,
confused eyes. What was he trying to imply on? Of course he had never been
entered! He was a straight, honest-to-goodness cell who was interested in the
female species! There was no way�The pickle soon became
very clear to the cell as to Thrax�s intentions.
�� Answer the question, Jones,� Thrax growled impatiently.
�� N�No, Master�Never��
�� Which means you�re more or less a
virgin, ain�t ya, baby?�
�� Y�Yes, Master�� Ozzie stammered,
thinking, If you mean virgin as in �that� way, heck
yeah!
�� Since this is your first time, I�ll
be easy on you,� Thrax said as he finished sucking
and licking all the solution off the pickle. Capturing the cell�s waistband, he
pulled the quarter pants down till his buttocks were showing. He then backed
away to admire the perfectly-shaped ass.
�� Take off the rest of the pants
yourself, baby. I want to see you move.�
�� B�But the drinks will spill��
�� Then you�ll just have to be careful
now, won�t you? Stick your butt out more. Gyrate your
hips more. Move more boldly, more daringly. Make that pants fall for you.�
�� Ozzie struggled to follow his orders.
He could feel the glasses threatening to fall and tried to keep his hands as
flat as possible while he moved his butt to work the pants off. After much
struggling he managed to get the pants down all the way to his knees and let it
slip down into a careless pool around his ankles. He sighed in relief as the
glasses were still safely balanced on his hands, but he could feel the content
of the glasses starting to trickle out from the brim.
�� Good boy,� Thrax
purred as he came close to Ozzie. He sucked the pickle some more for good
measure before teasing the tip of the pickle around the cell�s entrance, making
the poor cell gasp in shock. He probed the hole a little before saying, �Now
this will burn just a little bit, but if you remain still and be a good boy,
it�ll soon feel good. Understand?�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie breathed,
trying to ignore Thrax�s statement about it �burn
just a little bit�.
�� Slowly, bit by bit, Thrax pushed the pickle into Ozzie�s hole. Ozzie bit his
lip, trying hard not to scream out. Thrax was right;
it actually had a slight burning pain for a moment but due to Ozzie�s physical
structure and the saliva- (and solution-) coated pickle, it slid in quite
easily and the pain disappeared as quickly as it came. Ozzie wanted to grip
hard on the side of the sink but it would mean dropping the glasses. Thrax timed his thrusts with Ozzie�s labored breathing.
Whenever he breathed in, Thrax would inch the pickle
just a little bit deeper and when he breathed out, Thrax
would pull it out but not all the way. Deeper and deeper the pickle went until
it finally hit the spot that made Ozzie see stars in his mind�s eyes. Ozzie
couldn�t control his body as it arched forward to this new sensation and, to
his horror, made him drop both glasses onto the floor with a crash, spilling
the coke everywhere.
�� I told you not to spill it, didn�t
I?� Thrax warned as he stopped his ministrations.
�Now you are going to be punished.�
�� Ozzie trembled. He braced himself
for the pull to the virus� lap and be spanked, but somehow
it never came. Instead, he heard the sound of a zipper being undone and the
virus� bark to turn around.
�� Walk on your hands and knees to
me,� Thrax ordered as he pulled himself out of his
opened fly. When Ozzie was close enough, he gestured at Ozzie towards his
manhood. �You know what to do, don�t you, baby?�
�� I�I never done this before�� Ozzie
admitted, staring at the member in trepidation.
�� Now would be a good time to
practice, wouldn�t it?� Thrax smirked, then took
Ozzie�s hand and made him hold his manhood. �Start off by licking it slowly.
Focus on the tip first, then make your way downwards.�
�� Ozzie swallowed for a moment before
hesitantly sticking his tongue out to lick the tip. He flicked his tongue at
the tip for a while, then started licking around it in circles, tasting a
little of Thrax�s pre-cum as he went. Using his
elasticity, he stretched his tongue until it wrapped around Thrax�s
cock all the way to the hilt, licking every inch of it. He kept at it for a
while, seeing that Thrax was purring in enjoyment and
was obviously into it. After a while, the virus reached over to push Ozzie�s
mouth deeper, inclining that he wanted more than just having tongue all over
him. Ozzie opened his mouth wider and took in as much as he could, sucking him hard so as to please him.
�� Move your head, baby. Suck and lick
at the same time. You�re doing pretty good so far.�
�� Ozzie obeyed, bobbing his head in
and out as he sucked, licking the hole of the head as he went. Thrax ran his claw through the cell�s hair as he growled in
pleasure at the cell doing fellatio on him. It actually felt pretty good,
considering that it was Ozzie�s first time doing this. The virus wondered
whether Ozzie was truly as innocent as he claimed to be as Ozzie carried on,
his lips sucking along the cock before putting it back in his mouth again, his
fear and initial disgust over doing this sort of thing slowly dissipating.
While he sucked and licked, the cell remembered that the pickle was still stuck
in his anus and remembered the feeling when Thrax
made the pickle hit on the spot that made him dizzy and ecstatic all over.
Tentatively, he reached his hand over to the pickle and tried to copy what Thrax did to him. This time, the pickle hit it much faster
and despite his mind screaming at him to stop this nonsense, his own cock came
to life as Ozzie thrusts the pickle, assaulting the spot and making him moan in
pleasure against his better judgment. Thrax could
feel the vibration of Ozzie�s moan on his cock and saw him doing what he thought
he would never do. He chuckled inwardly.
�� Starting to be bolder now, aren�t
you?� Thrax asked. �As I recall, I have not given you
permission to touch yourself.�
�� Ozzie stopped thrusting and looked
up at Thrax in fear. The virus could tell that Ozzie was
trying to convey his frantic apologies through his eyes. He pushed Ozzie�s head
to make him let go of his cock.
�� I�m�I�m sorry, Master�I don�t know
what got into me��
�� You�re starting to enjoy this,
aren�t you, baby?�
�� I�No�� Ozzie looked away in denial.
�That�s not true��
�� Don�t bother denying, Jones. As
your Master, I know everything that�s going in my own slave�s mind, even if you
don�t know it yourself.�
�� So saying, he grabbed the cell�s
shoulder and pushed him to the floor. Holding down Ozzie�s face against the
floor with one hand, Thrax removed the pants off the
cell�s ankles and made him raise his ass, spreading his legs apart. He took
hold of the pickle and started thrusting hard, hitting the spot over and over
again. Ozzie let out moan after moan as the bundle of nerves within him was
assaulted and sending electrical jolts all over his body and hot white flashes
going in and out in his mind�s eyes. Thrax chuckled deviously as he pressed the pickle even deeper, probing
against the prostate in circles and making Ozzie scream even louder.
Ozzie could feel the pit of his stomach tightened and was about to lose it.
�� N�No�! Stop�! I�m�I�m going to cum�!!�
�� Not yet. This is your punishment,� Thrax pushed the pickle harder and deeper into Ozzie before
releasing his hold on Ozzie. �You are not to cum without my permission. You
must make me cum first.�
�� Ozzie whined in protest at the loss
but he had to comply with Thrax�s wishes, especially
when the virus twitched his killer claw again as a warning. He got back on his
knees and did his blowjob again, sucking and licking for all its worth. He
tried to use his elasticity again, wrapping his tongue around the cock as he sucked to maximize his Master�s pleasure and
make him cum quicker. Thrax growled again in pleasure
and amusement as he watched the cell trying his best to make him cum. He picked
him up and made him sit against the wall while he literally fucked his mouth.
�� Don�t worry, baby,� Thrax said as he thrust into the cell�s mouth. �I won�t
make you choke. Touch yourself. I want to see you fuck and pump yourself at the
same time, but do not cum.�
�� A rational Ozzie would�ve downright
protested against this, but now with the pickle in his ass and his cock begging
for release, his aroused side couldn�t care less as he surrendered himself to
this, throwing every rational thought out of the window. He took his manhood
and the pickle and thrust and pumped at the same rhythm, while continuing to
suck as much as he could at the virus� man meat going in and out of his mouth.
He wanted to hold back the incoming explosion within him as Thrax
ordered, but the sensation was too much for him to bear, what with the pickle
sending him pleasurable jolts now and again as his prostate was hit and the
cock that he was masturbating throbbing painfully in his hand. His body could
only hold back from the double assault for so long. Letting out a strangled and
muffled scream, he lost control and climaxed all over his hand. A few moments
later, Thrax followed after as he pulled out and
squirted his seed all over the cell�s face. Both of them panted breathlessly as
they rode out their tremors, Thrax leaning against
the wall with his arms as support and Ozzie slumping against the wall, his
hands fell to his sides.
�� Didn�t I tell you not to cum before
me?� Thrax growled as he put himself back in and
zipped his fly. �You can�t hold back, can you? Just like a woman.�
�� Thrax
pulled the pickle out, making the cell wince, and threw it out of the kitchen
window. Whatever happens to the fate of that pickle was no longer their
concern. He then picked up the pants and wiped the cum
off the cell�s face.
�� Finish making my dinner and wash
these pants,� Thrax ordered. �You are not to eat
until I�m done. You hear me?�
�� Y�Yes, Master�� Ozzie breathed as
his body slowly regained its motor skills. Slowly, he cleaned the floor of the
coke and the broken glass and carried on making the dinner without his pants.
He served the food on the table before making his way to wash his pants. While
it dried, Ozzie sat across the table with a towel around his waist and watched
as Thrax ate his dinner, hoping that it was to his
satisfaction.
�� You make a pretty fine dinner,
baby. Didn�t think you had it in you.�
�� Ozzie lowered his head, not sure
whether to thank him or just blush quietly. He didn�t think he had it in him
either. Guess it�s true that desperate times make you do things you never knew
you could do.
�� Grab a plate. Have a taste of your
own food. You deserve that much.�
�� Ozzie nodded and went quickly to the
kitchen and returned with a plate. He scooped a generous amount into his plate
and went to his seat before eating it. To his surprise, it actually tasted
quite good.
�� Eat up, baby. We will be meeting
some people later. Our plan will be in motion soon.�
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�� So, do we have a deal?�
�� Ozzie looked warily at all the cells
that were gathered around them while he was forced to sit on Thrax�s lap. Surprisingly, instead of approaching germs and
bacteria-s to help him out with his master plan, Thrax
had gone to the immunity force for help. Apparently there was quite a lot of
corrupted cops in the city of Nana who wanted nothing more than to get out of
this stupid, fat-infested body and move on to some place better than their sad
excuse of a city, and they didn�t mind taking down the city if it meant
freedom. He had arranged a secret meeting with the immunity force in a private
booth at the local bar of the Love Handles Community and told them about his
plans to take down the city through the hypothalamus grand heist, promising
them that once his plan was complete, he will take them along with him along
the ride to go to another body and to a better city. Everyone was thrilled with
his charismatic promises, but Ozzie, through experience, knew that the virus
had his fingers crossed behind his back.
�� Is your little pet of yours coming
along with our joyride?� one of the cops asked as he eyed Ozzie from head to
toe. Ozzie could tell that look was nowhere near decent.
�� He will be part of the plan, in a
way,� Thrax replied. �He is the perfect example of
how he managed to leave his city unscathed, so I assure you all that you will
receive your dues.�
�� He�s quite the looker there,�
another cop said as he slid closer towards the cell. �Is he for the taking? I
wouldn�t mind having a piece of him��
�� Before the cop was able to touch
Ozzie�s chin, Thrax flexed out his killer claw and
slashed the hand off. The venom traveled up the poor cop�s arm and throughout
the body and before he knew it, he was boiled alive, turning into a mass of red
puddle on the seat he was sitting on, making the other cops cower away lest it
would infect them as well.
�� This baby is mine and mine only,� Thrax growled, brandishing his killer claw threateningly at
each and every one present in the private booth while holding Ozzie
possessively close to him. �Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches my property. Do I make myself clear?�
�� The cops all nodded in fear,
promising profusely that they would not touch what was his. Thrax,
after making sure everyone cowered in his mercy, retracted the claw and made
Ozzie get off his lap and stand beside him so that he could discuss his plans a
little more in-depth.
�� Ozzie was not sure whether to feel
relieved or afraid of what just happened.

A/N:
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