I Almost Said I Love You-Chapter 15

Ozzy awoke a little later, groaning and sitting up, rubbing his eye with a yawn. Looking to the time, he blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected to sleep so long. "Nnn... where...?" he mumbled, looking around, seemed the virus had gone out. Sighing, he got up and got dressed. Dare he go out again? Biting his lip, he grabbed a hoodie and pulled it on before head headed out for a walk.

Oz's friend (let's call him Max): *was tending to the garden, having the time of his life wen he sees Oz heading towards the front gate* Ah, Young Master! Do u need a ride to town?

Ozzy froze, jumping a little before looking back, looking a little confused. "... Young... master?" he mumbled, but soon shook his head. "I... I think I'm just going to take a walk..." he said, chewing on his lip.

Max: Are u sure, Young Master? If u want, I can call in Rex for u to get u a bike frm the garage

Ozzy blinked a few times. "... A bike?" he mumbled biting his lip. "Uh... that's okay... I can go get it myself." he said, not used to having things done for him.

Max: Alright. At least lemme lead u to the garage. It's my job aftr all *puts away his gardening tools aside*

Ozzy blinked a few times. "You... don't have to... really..." he said, a weak smile on his face as he watched the other cell.

Max: No problem. Come along, Young Master *grins as he led the way, reli totally oblivious tht he was talking to his old time high school friend*

Ozzy blinked, hesitating before slowly following after him. "Really... I could of found it by myself..." he mumbled, hands slipping into his pockets

Max: *soon led him to the garage, where it was almost as huge as a warehouse, with a variety of vanity vehicles ready to be in use*

Ozzy's eyes widened as he looked around in amazement. So many vehicles of all types and sizes. "Woah..."

Max: *looks ard* Now where is Rex...? Hmm, must be tinkering with something again. Oh well...Ah! There's the bikes! *points at the far-end*

Ozzy blinked, moving forward and heading over to the bikes, his eyes widening. Models of all kinds, ones he would never be able to afford. "... Wow... so amazing..." he whispered, running his hand over a ice blue colored one.

Max: Like tht one? It's urs then. Master gave us strict orders to give u anything u want. Here *got the keys from a key locker for the bike and tossed it to him* Have fun

Ozzy blinked in surprise, looking up before catching the keys. Biting his lip, he shifted around, before slowly straddling the bike. It even felt right to sit on... Starting up the engine, he gasped, feeling the vibrations shoot though his lower half.

Max: Feels good, ain't it? *grins* This baby has more horsepower than my old 4WD. Go ahead. Give it a spin dwntwn, bt be sure to come home in one piece, Young Master

Ozzy bit his lip, the vibrations were so strong, so... powerful. Nodding slowly, he pushed himself out of the garage before leaning over the bike, gripping the handles as he revved the engine. Shivering, he knew he was going to enjoy this more than he should. Looking back, he nodded before drivin off.

Max: *watched as he left before going bk to his gardening*

Ozzy grinned lightly as he drove, getting faster and faster, enjoying the wind against him. He gasped though, swirving a little before getting control again, his cheeks heating up. He didn't know why, but the vibrations remind him of a certain something. He soon his head. No time to be thinking about that, or anything to do with Thrax, it was his time now.

*his ride soon took him dwn past the road to the PD*

Ozzy soon stopped the bike, resting back and grumbling. Okay, maybe the bike wasn't THAT good. He adjusted himself before blinking and looking around, cursing lightly. He had unconsciously had rode to the damned PD, obviously where Thrax was. "Great..."

Thrax: *could be seen at the window, discussing with the Chief possibly abt the case. Frm tht angle at the window, he looked almost...suave n gentleman in a way, n evn though to Oz he knew he was faking it, bt couldn't help looking...handsome in his own viral way*

Ozzy blinked and bite his lip, watching through the window. God, what had that virus done to his body? Just looking at him made his body heat up. He flushed and looked away, blinking in surprise when he found his hand sliding down to cup the front of him. He couldn't! But... he was out of the way, no one would see him... he hoped.

Thrax: *continues to do his thing, not noticing tht Oz was there, because his position was at the PD's blind spot*

Ozzy shuddered as he rubbed himself through his pants, his cheeks becoming dark. He knew this was wrong, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself... Plus, it had been a long time since he got some... 'alone time'.

*the area he was in was quite secluded as well, n his hand was close to the bike-revving gear, inviting him to turn it on*

Ozzy rubbed a little harder, panting softly as his hand gripped the handle tighter. Glancing up, he saw his hand twitch, causing him to flush as he let his hand rev the engine, making him gasp out and lean forward, the vibrations heading straight for his groin as he slowly undid his pants.

*the engine was hot, n unless he wanted to burn his membrane, the only plc he could put his dick to feel the vibration was the seat*

Ozzy pressed close to the seat, his legs tightening around as he almost cried out, revving the engine again, as he reached down, shyly wrapping his hand around his length and starting to stroke himself.

*the vibration of the engine was sending chills up n dwn the cell's spine, bt luckily they were secluded enough not to attract attention*

Ozzy gasped and panted, biting down on his lip. He could feel it coming, those moans and mewls wanting to spill out. He revved the engine again, hips bucking as he stroked more, his eyes slowly cracking open to look where Thrax had been.

Thrax: *was near the window, at the file case area, still talking to Chief while picking out files for him, not seeing him there*

Ozzy's cheeks flushed over as he stroked faster, revving the engine more, feeling himself getting closer. Though, it wasn't enough, he need more, he... NEEDED more. All the while, he cursed Thrax, cursing him for liking this, cursing him for turning him into this.

Thrax: *at a split second wen Oz thought he wasn't looking, he was staring straight at him, grinning at him knowingly, not maliciously or deviously, but just knowingly*

Ozzy whimpered out, his head falling forward as his hand moved faster, nails scraping, trying to get the feel of those claws. With one last rev, he couldn't hold it, he screamed out as he came hard over his stomach and the bike before slumping forward, panting harshly.

Thrax: *turned to face Chief, continuing his discussion with him as if none of tht had ever happened*

Ozzy trembled as he sat up, flushed darkly, a horrified look on his face. He couldn't believe he had just done that! Whimpered, he quickly fixed himself up before driving off, embarrassed and annoyed at himself.

*there was an accident ahead of him aftr abt 20 minutes of driving, n something inside Oz's gut is telling him to stop n chk it out*

Ozzy blinked and slowed down when he saw the accident ahead. Coming to a stop, he climbed off his bike and decided to get a closer look.

*people were crowding the accident site, one of them trying to call the police and the ambulance. The victim was she-cell barely even 15, n she was laying there, not moving at all*

One of the cells: Sad thing. Too late for her now.

Another cell: Hit n run, I suppose. Guess we're gonna see the forensics n coroner soon

*Oz's gut instincts told him to touch her school bag tht was thrown aside away frm the ppl's view*

Ozzy's eyes widened at the accident, such a horrible way to go... though, upon noticing the bag, he snuck over. Crouching down, he began to search through it.

*as soon as Oz touched the bag, a scene of images blew through his mind, as if he was experiencing the accident on himself in her eyes, n in the midst of tht flash of images, he caught sight of the culprit, n recognized tht guy as one of the germs listed in the PD wanted list a week before he was fired*

Ozzy's eyes widened as he saw the images flashing through his head. When it stopped, he fell back, panting heavily as he stared in shock. "W-what the..."

*while he was being bombarded with images, the appropriate authorities have arrived*

Forensic: *sees Oz handling the bag* Hey! No tampering with evidence! Get outta here, u bum!

Thrax: *was part of the team with some of Oz's colleagues*

Ozzy panted heavily, sat with the bag on his lap before blinking and look up, his eyes widening before narrowing. "I am no bum!" he snapped, slowly getting to his feet and stumbling, rubbing his backside. He knew what happened, how did he get other's to believe him?

Thrax: *chking out the evidence wen he saw Oz, then came up to him* Jones? Baby, wht r u doing here?

Ozzy blinked and looked up, shocked as his cheeks pinked. "Uh... I-I was just driving around and came across here... and... I... I know who did it!" he suddenly blurted out, still holding the bag.

*his outburst drew everyone's attention, the PD especially*

Thrax: *raised a brow* U do, baby? Who?

Ozzy glanced around, biting his lip, moving closer to Thrax and pulling him down to whisper in his ear, describing who he had seen. Seemed that who he was describing was a germ that had been on the run for a couple of weeks now that the PD had been having trouble with getting.

Thrax: *rubbed his chin* Hmm, interesting. Seems like infecting u has its uses aftr all *secretly stroke Oz's chin* I'll try to convince the PD on ur vision *walks towards his colleague to tell them abt the suspect*

Ozzy blinked in surprise, looking confused at Thrax. It was the infection that caused him to see that? He frowned a little, the damned virus could of warned him! That had really hurt his head!

Thrax: *aftr talking to the guys, he returned to Oz* I've managed to convince them tht someone tipped me off on a suspect. They're pursuing the guy now. My, my, baby. Does something always have to happen wen ur ard? *chuckled teasingly*

Ozzy blinked and looked up, huffing and scowling at him, still holding onto the bag. "Why didn't you tell me something like this would happen!? Stupid infection always causing problems for me..." he grumbled, an angry pout on his lips.

Thrax: *smirked* I wouldn't knw wht happens wen I infect ppl. Every different physique develops differently. One thing's for sure, ur officially a T4 cell and u just acquire psycometric powers

Ozzy scowled up at him, shifting around. "So you infected me without knowing!? You could of killed me, damn it!" he snapped at him before blinking. "T4... cell? Psycometric... powers? What?" he said, looking dumbstuck.

Thrax: *rolls his eyes* I swear I'm giving English lessons again. T4 cell is another fancy name for infected cell by a virus. Psycometric powers is wht u have right now, being able to see ppl's past by touch

Ozzy blinked in surprise, and as if he hadn't even been listening, he spoke up. "You gave English lessons?" he asked, his eye twitching as cheeks began to heat up, the image of Thrax dressed as a teacher, cane and all, came to mind, making him hang his head in embarrassment. Damn thoughts, he blamed the infection and Thrax for these!

Thrax: *groans* U knw u should reli read in btwn the lines of sarcasm *looks at Oz's hanging head n snapped his fingers* Oi, u listening to me, baby?

Ozzy didn't reply to him, too busy arguing with himself in his head about the thoughts he was having, trying to shoo them away from his mind, but some how, they just came floating back.

Thrax: *made sure no one was looking at their way, n took Oz's chin to give him a brief bt deep kiss to snap out of it* Oi, it's not enough tht u have to masturbate in public, u had to have wet daydreams in public as well, baby? *smirks*

Ozzy snapped out of it when he was kissed, blinking and flushing more, looking up at the virus. "W-what... what are you talking about?! I-I don't do things like that!" he snapped at him, flailing around with a groan. He couldn't of seen him, could he? He was out of the way!

Thrax: U maybe out of the PD's blind spot, bt u aint out of my blind spot. I could hear tht bike of urs frm a mile away. I knew u'd pass by, it's just I decided to pretend not to see u. I WANTED to give u some space bt... *shrugs with a snigger*

Ozzy's eyes widened with horror as he stared up at the virus, his cheeks becoming darker and darker. He had seen him!? All that time he had seen him!? And he'd been watching him... do those things to himself. He groaned and hid his face in his hands. How humiliating.

Thrax: *chuckles n took Oz's hands off his face before bumping heads gently with him in a lovers' play-fighting manner* Now u go run along now n do whtever u need to do. I'll be home a little late than usual today. We're coming close to a "breakthrough" in the case, n soon u will c wht poor soul I used as a scapegoat for the mayor's murder *leans forward to give him a peck on the lips* Don't wait up, baby *walks off to rejoin the PD team*

Ozzy blinked slowly, looking confused as he felt lips against his own. Chewing on his lip, his hand raised up a little, almost waving like a sad child saying goodbye to something they held close. Flushing, he shook his head and quickly got back on his bike after leaving the bag before driving off quickly. He couldn't give in, he still had to get the virus back before he could even think about forgiving him!

Thrax: *smirked as he watched him go, n waited until he disappeared out of sight before going bk to work*

Ozzy grumbled as he drove along. What could he do to get the virus back. He wanted to humiliate him some how. A thought came to mind and he flushed, checking to see if he had the card on him, which he did, before he drove off.

Thrax: *along with the PD, managed to distinguish frm the tire tracks the vehicle mode n was soon in pursuit of the culprit*