I Almost Said I Love You-Chapter 18

*it was almost near late afternoon before Thrax returned with something in his hand. He hung it on the wardrobe and gently shook Oz*

Thrax: Jones? Baby, wake up *kisses his cheek n shook him again*

Ozzy groaned and swatted him away, rubbing his eye and burying more into the pillows. "... Five more minutes..." he groaned, stretching out before curling back up.

Thrax: *rolls his eyes n chuckled* I've got something u might like, baby. Open ur eyes

Ozzy groaned and squirmed around, his eyes slowly cracking ope, vision blurry as he rubbed them. "Mmmgh... what do you want?" he grumbled, glaring up at him though not moving from his comfortable spot.

Thrax: U knw, baby. U sleep too much *wounds his arms behind Oz's arms n pulled him up to an upright position* Up n at it. Come n see wht I've got for u

Ozzy grumbled at him and glared. "Not like I have anything else to do..." he grumbled before gasping. "Noooo..." he whined as he was made to sit up, rubbing his eye and frowning some. "Got for me... eh?"

Thrax: *rolls his eyes* Then pick a hobby. Here *takes off the covering of the thing he hung on n showed it tht it was a suit, which was a red shirt with black tie and white coat and pants, with black leather shoes to match, and as usual, it was made of expensive material*

Ozzy blinked a few times before his eyes widened, looking confused. "Wha... why... what's with all the expencive clothes you keep buying me?" he asked, rubbing his eye still looking tired.

Thrax: Because, silly baby, I'm gonna have an event tonight. In memorial of the mayor's case solved n also to celebrate wht a fine work the PD has done. I gotta keep up appearance, baby. *brings him close by his arm ard his waist* And I am gonna officially introduce u to them

Ozzy groaned. Not MORE fancy parties, he hated them, they were stupid and boring. "Wait, what!?" he yelped, pulling away from the virus, his eyes widening as he stared up at him. "Oh no, no, no! I'm not going to let people know about me being with you!"

Thrax: Why not, baby? Don't u want me to announce to the world of my love for you? *leans close* Are you...ashamed of me?

Ozzy's eyes widened as he shook his head. "O-of course I don't!" he called out, glaring up at him and stepping back away from him. "That's why I'm not going to your stupid party!"

Thrax: Wht? *stepped forward, making the cell stepp backwards even more* Coz u don't want to believe tht I am willing to throw away all my pride... *the cell fell on the bed, in which Thrax had both his hands on either side of his face, cornering him as he looked dwn at him* ...to say that I love you in private? Aftr all I've done, u still wont believe me?

Ozzy gasped as he hit the bed, gulping when the other cornered him on the bed. Biting his lip, he looked away, gripping at the bedsheets lightly. "... It's all lies... I can't believe you... I won't..." he whispered, biting his lip, not looking at the virus. It was worth nothing in the end, he'd just leave him like the rest.

Thrax: *as if he could read his mind through his facial expression, he leaned his forehead against teh cell's* I didn't go through all this trouble just so I could leave you, u knw. U'd think an immunity like would've noticed tht

Ozzy blinked and glanced up at the other, a shocking expression on his face. He looked so... saddened. "... You're going to get kicked out anyway, so there's no point in lying to me anymore..."

Thrax: I told u, I dont lie, not unless the situation require it, n in this situation, I dont need to lie *sighs n gets up* I had expected u to decline n was thinking of bringing u dwn to the party on a leash, bt...tht would make everything redundant *takes the suit off the wardrobe* Fine. I'll just ask the head butler Dromwell to burn it

Ozzy blinked as the other got off him, allowing him to sit up on the bed. Biting his lip, he looked away and scowled. "Fine, do what you want. I don't need your stupid clothes anyway." he huffed before he pulled the blankets back over himself as he laid down, covering his whole body.

Thrax: *looked bk at him, frowning. He was hoping tht would goad him to want to stop him frm doing tht n accept the suit, bt apparently the same trick don't work twice, bt instead of reli asking the butler Dromwell to burn it, he hung it at Oz's wardrobe in the cell's room instead*

Ozzy could be heard sniffling from under the blankets as he curled up against the pillows, the virus' shirt soon being thrown out from under the blankets. "I hate him... I hate him so much!" he hissed, whimpering lightly. It hurt more him saying those words than when he didn't.

Thrax: *gone dwnstairs to instruct the hired help to have the plc prepared for tomorrow's party*

Ozzy calmed down after a while, biting his lip. Getting out of bed, he got to his feet before sneeking out of the room, not forgetting to grab the shirt again before he left. Sneeking around, he headed out of the door as he pulled the shirt on. He needed to get out for a while, maybe find a bar to get a drink.

Thrax: *didn't knw he had left bcoz he was busy instructing the hired help*

Ozzy eventually found a place to get a drink. Sitting at the bar, he ordered something not TOO strong this time and began to drink, not noticing the leering looks he was getting.

*some germs n bacteria hanging ard the area were giving some indecent looks at Oz, discussing n whispering amongst themselves before they nodded in agreement n went to Oz's direction*

Ozzy sipped at his drink, sighing softly as he thought to himself, thinking about Thrax. Why was he still on his mind? He hated that virus for messing with his life and turning him into a whore... but for some reason... he made his heart flutter, his scent was calming... and for some reason, when he looked at him, he could hear a strange, Spanish song within his head. "Ugh... my head hurts..." eh grumbled to himself, sipping more of his drink.

*the germs n bacterias sat at either side of him, with mischievous grins on their fans*

Germ1: Hey baby, watsa pretty thing like u doin' here?

Ozzy blinked and looked up. "One, I'm not pretty, and two, what does it look like? I'm TRYING to have a relaxing drink." he snapped at the germ, sipping his drink.

The bacteria on his other side grinned a little and chuckled. "Ah, a fiesty cell. How adorable." he said, chuckling again. "How about we buy you a drink?"

Germ2: *laughs* Better yet, let's see how u chug on this relaxing bub, pretty baby *ordered a tall drink n passed it to Oz, egging on his pride*

Ozzy suddenly growled at him. "You have no right to call me baby." he hissed before snatching up the drink, tilting his head back to down it as the Germs and bacterias egged him on, one bacteria even tilted the cells head to help him chug it down. Soon pulling away, he panted heavily, burping loudly before hiccuping. "H-ha! Easy!"

"Wow, the pretty thing really is good with swallowing alot of liquids." One bacteria teased, sniggering some.

Germ2: Yeah, I bet he can swallow more than just liquids here *stroke his chin*

Germ1: Let give 'im another round, see if he could take it before we give him the good stuff

Ozzy hiccuped and wiped his mouth, shaking out his head as he put the glass down.

The bacteria laughed softly, ordering another drink for the poor cell. "If he can't, he might end up getting too drunk or the boring option... passing out." he said as he helped the cell start chugging again.

*the germs cheered on as the bacteria helped him chug it dwn, seeing tht the drink was starting to bring a lot of colour onto the cell. Wen he dwned tht one too with a smug, one of the germs jerked a brow to signal them to take him to the men's room*

"Hey... come on, cutie... don't want you throwing up now~" The bacteria said, smirking a little as he helped Ozzy to his feet, watching as he stumbled beside him to the men's room.

"Goooood~ I have to pee~" Ozzy slurred out and hiccuped, cheeks flushed over as he stumbled into the men's room.

*the germs grinned as they followed behind as well. They waited until Oz finished peeing before totally taking off his pants n grabbed him by the collar, throwing him onto the floor, while one of them went to put out the "CLEANING IN PROGRESS" sign outside n locked the door*

Germ1: My, my, my *sees the cock* Ain't tht a sight for sore eyes. Mm-mm *squeezes it* Got a nice tang too

Ozzy groaned as he finally got to relieve himself. Though, he gasped out when his pants were taken from him, crying out as he hit the floor, coughing, the large shirt rising up on him.
"Nnn... w-what are you... hic... doing?!" he called out, gasping as he felt a hand against his most private area. "S-stop, you can't touch that!" he called out, struggling around, his mind hazy with alcohol.

Germ 1: Still fiesty evn though he's stoned. Hold him dwn, boys

*the guys followed suite, literally tearing his clothes off to shreds, again revealing the bandages as they held him dwn*

Ozzy gasped out, his eyes widening as he saw the virus' shirt being torn up to get it off him. "Th-Thrax..." he whimpered and hiccuped, suddenly kicking the germ hard in the face. "You bastard!" he called out, gasping out as he he recieved a slap from the bacteria.

"Bitch, show some respect!" he snapped, crying out when Ozzy had bit him. "Argh, we have a biter, eh!?" he growled, punching Ozzy hard in the face.

Germ2: Easy, buddy. We dont want no damaged goods *shoved the bacteria away* Sides, ain't gonna be fun if ya knock him out. He's gotta be wide awake fer this

Germ1: Looks like he's got some cold stuff ard his body *felt the bandages tht were starting to lose effect because it had absorbed most of Oz's heat* bt it looks like it's getting warmer now. Hey buddy, hand me tht Swiss army knife, aye?

Ozzy simple spat out a little blood, not seeming affected by the hit. He had worse from Thrax. "Get off me! O-or I'll get him to kill you!" he called out, hiccuping, spouting jibberish now. Though... something told him that Thrax wouldn't save him this time. Blinking, he realised that the bandages were loosening. Oh no, he had forgot to have them changed before he came out.

Grumbling, the bacteria pulled out his knife, handing it over. "It feels like Christmas all over again." he said, grinning a little.

Germ1: Oh yeah, Santa's been vry generous to us this yr *ignoring Oz's shout as he cut thru the bandages one by one, revealing more n more of Oz's skin*

*the group hollered on n whooped, egging the germ to cut faster*

Ozzy gasped and shook his head, closing his legs tightly to give him some dignity as he pushed the germ off him. "Stop it, you're not allowed, that doesn't belong to you!" he snapped, lashing out as the group tried to pin him down.

Germ1: Oh it will soon be, alright. Dont u worry ur ass off, baby. We'll take good care of u. Let's sic 'im, boys

*they all took him, kissing n fondling n doing vry, vry inappropriate things to him with their mouths n their hands. They all felt almost the same as Thrax's touches, bt strangely, Oz's heart knew n felt disgusted at this*

Ozzy whimpered and struggled against the touches, kicking and shuddering, thanking Frank that he managed to hold back on getting hard, praying that Thrax would find him. He didn't care if the virus punished him ten fold, he just wanted the man to stop this.

"S-stop it... ah, stop!" he called out, grunting as he felt lips against his own, causing him to bite down hard as a tongue entered.

Germ1: *pulled bk* AAH!! U bitch!! *instead of hitting him, he just whipped out his cock n pushed away the person who was licking Oz's ass n jammed it into it all the way to the hilt*

Germ2: Hey~! Not fair~! I pulled the long straw here!

Ozzy's eyes widened as he cried out, mostly in surprise, hissing in a little pain as his eyes shut tightly as he shook his head rapidly. "N-no... ah! Take it out!" he called out, thought was shocked that it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, probably because none of these germs or bacteria would ever comepare to the virus' long, thick, ridged... He blushed darkly, he couldn't believe he was thinkin in such detail about Thrax's member!

"Oh, oh, oh~ The little pretty thing seems to be having some naughty thoughts~" The bacteria said, teasing the cell as he pulled his hands away to uncover his face.

*two other germs laughed as they both leaned dwn to lick n kiss n suck Oz's cock, while the germ who had his cock in Oz started thrusting him hard n fast*

Germ1: Hot damn! Frank, this bitch's ass is tight, man!

Germ2: Yeah, yeah. Hurry! I'm almost gonna cap off

Germ1: Then fuck his mouth then! Mmh, damn, his ass is good *thrusts harder n deeper*

Ozzy gasped and shook his head, flushing more as he panted softly, biting his lip to stop any noise escaping him. It wasn't hard enough, Thrax would of been pounding him until he was screaming for more. He blushed darker, he couldn't think about that now! "S-stop!" he whimpered, tears budding in the corner of his eyes.

The bacteria laughed before adjusting himself, pressing the tip of erection against Ozzy's lips. "Too late, I have that!" he said before pushing in. "And watch those teeth or I'll knock them out that pretty mouth..." he purred, smirking at Ozzy's wide, teary eyes, gripping his hair when he tried to pull back.

*the germ fucking Oz capped off quickly, letting his load loose into Oz without the courtesy of pulling out* Ooh~! Damn, tht was good!

Germ2: Alright, shove off *pushed tht germ away* Now it's my turn *without warning, he put his cock in this time, fucking him just as the same pace as the previous one did*

Germ 3: Here, bitch *grabs Oz's hand n made him hold his cock* While ur busy sucking tht~
bugger off, pump me! N dont u dare pull at it or I swear u wont have tht hand bk!

Ozzy's eyes widened as he felt something filling inside him, though, he didn't have time to find out what it was as he felt the length in his mouth starting to move, gagging onto a little as he thrusted into his mouth.

Whimpering, he tried his best to suck as he was pounded into, liquid leaking out of him, being forced out by the thrusting. "A-ah! Nnnmmph!" he groaned out, his hand tightening around the length, starting to stroke him a little, gasping before closing his eyes, gagging and coughing as the Bacteria suddenly came within his mouth. "Oh yeah, that was good~ Bitch needs to learn to suck better though..." he said, licking his lips before looking to the germ being stroked. "Ne... how about we take him together... see if we can stretch that tight ass of his." he smirked, laughing darkly as Ozzy spat out the liquid.

Germ4: Yeah, I've been wondering how it would feel to fuck an ass with someone else *was prepared to do so, bt was stopped by a loud banging*

Voice: *behind the door* Yo! Who's in there?! Get outta there! I knw it's not cleaning time!

Germ1: Spit! C'mon, guys. Let's just cap off all ovr this bitch n get out thru the window

*the germs nodded n masturbated, orgasming all ovr the cell's naked~
body, covering him with their seed while the germ fucking Oz let his load loose into Oz*

Ozzy whimpered and trembled, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the seed over his heated body, groaning as he laid limply on the ground, having no energy to move. "Th-Thrax..." he whimpered softly as the group quickly fixed themselves up and scrambled out of the window in the bathroom, the only evidence of them being there was the ribbons of seed now covering the cells naked body.

Reaching out shakily, he gripped a piece of the torn shirt that belong to Thrax, feeling tears spilling as he held it to his face. "... Th-Thrax..." he whimpered again almost as if begging for him to come.

*the door was finally burst open by a bulky-looking bacteria n he saw wht was of the cell*

Bacteria: Oh Frank, not again *rolled his eyes, as if he had seen this a dozen times* Frank dammit, somebody call the hospice! We've got another one! *takes off his shirt n wrapped ard Oz* Alright, kid, alright. Help's on the way. Let's get u cleaned up *spoke in an almost bored, tired tone*

Ozzy trembled in the large bacteria's arms, whimpering and curling up, still clinging onto the torn shirt piece, unable to stop the tears. "Th-Thrax..." he whimpered, starting to weakly struggle against the bacteria's arms. "N-no... Thrax... I want...!"

Bacteria: *widened his eyes* Thrax? Holy spit, u dont mean Agent Thrax Roja, did u? U must be... *some ppl came in to chk out the situation, in which he turned to them* Hey! Anybody knws tht Black Death vaccine hot shot?! We've got his little Young Master here!

Ozzy whimpered and pushed at his chest, not even moving much. "Want... Thrax..." he whimpered, starting to sob against the piece of shirt, hoping to calm himself with the scent, finding that it was very faint. He didn't care if he was in trouble, he just wanted the virus.

*the bulky bacteria rubbed him dwn, cleaning him using the shirt he wrapped ard the cell as much as possible before he carried Oz into the mini hospice van wen it came n made the call himself to the PD to tell them abt Agent Roja's little Young Master*

Thrax: *was at home monitoring the final touches for the party wen he felt tht odd clench in his heart, as if he felt something was wrong, n tht was wen he realized tht his baby hadnt woken up yet*

Ozzy ended up passing out in the bacteria's arms, still clunching tightly to the shirt piece as tears continued to spill from his closed eyes.

The young cell's eyes were wide as she spoke on the phone, covering her mouth in shock. She hated be the one to tell the Master of the house such news, but it had to be done. "I believe Master Roja will want him brought here... please do... thank you, bye." she said before putting the phone down, rushing off to the virus who had been in the main room. "... Master Roja... I have some bad news..." she began.

Thrax: *was chking his master bedroom to see if Oz was awake, to find tht he was not there. He was already starting to fret inwardly, wondering where his baby's gone to, n the scared voice of the hired help was not helping as he turned ard with a dark face* Wht is it?

The young she-cell gulped hard and bowed her head. "Sir, we jut recieved a phone call... Little Master... he seemed to be in an accident at a local bar... they wouldn't say what happened, but they have him in a hospice van, I told them to bring him straight here. I thought that would be best for you, sir..." she said softly, worried herself for the young cell since she found him fun to be around.

Thrax: *growled angrily, his eyes almost like they were glowing in anger before he slowly calmed down* U've made the right choice. Alert me as soon as the hospice van is here. And I want this room cleaned n the water in my bath ready while I go make some calls *left the room to his study*

The she-cell flinched as she heard the deep growl, fearing for herself and her job. Blinking, she looked up in surprise when the virus calmed down. She was glad she had done the right thing and nodded rapidly. "O-of course, sir!" she said before rushing off to get the water going in the bath before starting to clean the room.

Thrax: *dialed a few numbers n talked in hushed tones, albeit a suppressed angered tone, finding out wht happened to his baby*

It wasn't long before the hospice van came and the young she-cell, after quickly finishing up, turned and rushed to answer the door, ushering in the man holding the still passed out cell.

Thrax: *hears the voices of the maid n ended his call abruptly, making his way to see the bacteria holding Oz as he came in through the main door. He took large, quick strides n came in front of him* Give him to me, now

Bacteria: Alright. He's all urs *passed the cell to him*

Thrax: *cradled Oz in his arms n took out a handful of money n stuffed it in the man's hand* For all the trouble *stormed upstairs to the master bedroom n went straight into the bathroom with Oz, tore off the shirt tht was wrapped ard the cell, surprised as it revealed Oz clenching tightly at his own shirt* Oh baby...

The she-cell thanked the bacteria before leading him back out, looking worried as Thrax rushed up staris.

Ozzy flinched and trembled when the color air hit his naked body, causing him to curl up tightly in the virus' arms, holding the piece of torn shirt tighter with a whimper. "N-no more..." he whimpered, burying himself against the large body, more tears following. "... Thrax..." he breathed out, whimpering softly, turning his head into his chest, revealing one side of his face all bruised from being hit.

Thrax: *his eyes widened with shock n vengeful fury as he saw the bruise, his heart burning with anger at whoevr hurt his baby* Shh, shh, baby...Baby, open ur eyes. It's me, Thrax. I'm here...

Ozzy whimpered and flinched, his eyes slowly fluttering open, wincing from the pain near his eye from the swollen bruise. "Th-Thrax..." he whimpered, his voice cracking from the abuse and shouts. Slowly, he looked up at the virus and began to tremble, more tears starting to fall before he began to try and sob out an apology to the virus.

Thrax: Hush, hush *held him close to his chest n rocked him to and fro* It's not ur fault. I will take care of this. Right now, let's get u cleaned up *carries him into the bath, not caring if he himself was still dressed n started scrubbing Oz gently, as he did the first time they showered together*

Ozzy whimpered softly, still fearful of the Virus though he never once left go of the piece of shirt, nor did he let go of the shirt the virus was wearing down. "I-I... I don't... feel so good..." Ozzy whimpered as he allowed himself to be washed down, still feeling dirty no matter how many times the virus washed him.

Thrax: *almost scrubbing him raw with a bit of vengeance, trying to get rid of all the remnants of whoever did this to Oz. Wen he heard Oz saying he didn't feel good, he looked dwn at him n widened his eyes in anger* Did those bastards shot inside u?

Ozzy winced as his membrane reddened from the scrubbing, even bleeding ever so slightly. "Nnn... h-huh? Well... I... I think so... I felt something I haven't felt before... I thought I was just bleeding again.." he croaked and whimpered, shuddering against the virus' body. "I-I'm sorry... I tried to make them stop..." he said, wincing as the stress, alcohol and hits finally crashing down on him, giving him the worse headache possible.

Thrax: I told u, baby, it's not ur fault. I'll take care of this *saw tht he scrubbed him a little too hard n stopped, rinsing him, then felt his temperature* Ur heat is almost dwn now, Just one more change of bandage will do. Baby, I am going to have to ask u to drink something later on. It will be awful, worse than bitter, bt I want u to drink the whole thing. Can u do tht for me, baby?

Ozzy sniffled and shifted around, glad that the heat was finally going. Blinking, he looked up at the virus, looking confused and a little worried. "Wha... why? What is it? Why do I have to drink it?" he asked, fearing a little. Maybe he was going to get punished after all?

Thrax: *he didn't reli want to say this, bt he had no choice. He had to before it was too late* If they shot inside u, there is a high chance they will impregnate u. If it were a cell, there is a 50-50 chance, bt germs n bacterias breed much faster wen they're with cells, n viruses r a 100% lock-on. Why do u think I always pull out? Tht's why i need u to drink wht I'm abt to make for u later on, to get rid of whtever seed tht still lingers inside u. It will pass out soon enough, n it wont hurt a bit. *places both his hands on the cell's shoulders* If u dont love me, at least say tht u trust me

Ozzy's eyes slowly widened in horror as he heard the virus, paling at the thought. He... he was pregnant!? Well, he had a high chance of being pregnant! Whimpering, he looked down at his stomach, he wasn't a she-cell, he shouldn't be pregnant, especially by some germs and bacteria! Biting his lip, he glanced up at Thrax before he suddenly hit himself in the stomach, wincing. "I... I don't want to be pregnant..." he hissed out, hoping to kill whatever would try and grow there.

Thrax: *held his wrists to stop him* Baby, baby. Don't hurt urself. It's not gonna do any good. I'll make u the drink n u will be rid of it soon enough. C'mere, baby *wrapped his arms ard him n held him close to his chest, crooning as he stroke his hair to comfort him*

Ozzy trembled as he was forced to stop, whimpering and eventually just slumping in the Virus's arms, clinging onto him again, sniffling softly. "I-I... I hate this... I can't leave without being used..." he whimpered, burying his head into the strong chest.

Thrax: Shh, shh, shh... I will get u a bodyguard next time u wish to go out. In the meantime, pls...calm dwn. Let's get u dried and dressed *picks him up bridal style, set him up onto the sink counter n rubs him dwn dry frm head to toe before carrying him to the bed n helped him dress*

Ozzy allowed himself to be taken out of the bath and moved around, allowing his pride to disappear as he was dried off and soon carried to the bed. He sniffled, watching as the virus dressed him, chewing on his lip. "...Thank you... Thrax..." he said softly, looking away from him and rubbing his eyes.

Thrax: *a little surprised to hear this coming out of the cell's lips, bt it was not the time to make smart remarks. He finished dressing him n kissed his forehead* Anything for my baby. I'll be right bk with the drink *leaves the room*

Ozzy blinked slowly before curling up, watching the virus leave the room before bringing the shirt piece close to his face again and closing his eyes. He didn't care that it was now wet, he still found it comforting.

Thrax: *went to the kitchen n dismissed all the cooks before getting a pot to start brewing the drink. It was a combination of a lot of taboo ingredients tht a pregnant person should not be eating, bt at least it wasnt poisonous. Once it was done, he poured it in a big beer mug n brought it upstairs*

All the while, Ozzy had fallen asleep, the stress and pain of everything had exhausted the cell to no end. He had somehow twisted himself into the blankets and buried his head under the pillows when the Virus came back up.

Thrax: *saw the cell sleeping, n in all honesty he didnt want to wake him, bt if he didnt do it now, he'll be too late. He set the drink on the bedside drawer n shook Oz gently* Baby? Baby, wake up for a bit

Ozzy groaned and whimpered softly, squirming around before he sat up, wincing, looking quite haunting pale, his eyes bloodshot like he had cried himself to sleep. He held his head, rubbing it as it throbbed painfully. "... I-I never want to drink again..." he croaked, hiccuping before looking up at the virus. "Nnn?"

Thrax: Sorry to wake u, baby bt here *gave him the mug* Drink this n it'll be all ovr soon *went into the bathroom n got some towels n placed them under Oz's ass*

Ozzy blinked a few times, looking a little confused as he took the mug before sniffing it, gagging a little. "That smells disgusting!" he said, wrinkling his nose, biting his lip lightly.

Thrax: I've warned u it'll be disgusting. Bt u have to drink it, or 5 mths later ur gonna have a bastard kid in ur hands

Ozzy shuddered. He didn't like either options. Pinching his nose, he began to chug the drink, gagging and coughing through it before pulling it away, coughing and burping, shuddering. There was still some left. "U-ugh... I... I can't drink anymore..."

Thrax: Sorry, baby. But ur gonna have to finish it * helped him pinch his nose n tilted the mug to make him drink the last remaining* There's a good boy

Ozzy groaned softly, coughing before blinking, shaking his head as he felt the mug being tilted. Shutting his eyes tightly, he drank down the last bit of the disgusting drink. Once it was gone, he pushed it away, gagging once again and shuddering. "Nnn... ah... gross, make it go away..."

Thrax: There, there *pats his back* It's all dwn now. Here, have a glass of water to wash it dwn *gives him a glass* Now all we have to do is wait for the effects

Ozzy took the glass, shuddering and downing the glass of water before groaning and resting back. "So... um... what's going to happen to me?" he asked softly, shifting around, hearing his stomach gurgle.

Thrax: The drink will kill off whtever still lingers ard in there, then will expel it out like ur peeing, only ur not. Which should happen anytime now

*abt 5 seconds aftr he said it, Oz's stomach started to churn a little before something tht looks like a birth canal tht was situated right btwn Oz's anal hole n his balls opened, n like peeing, it leaked out a whitish subtance mixed with blood all ovr the towel under Oz's ass

Ozzy blinked and sat up on his elbows before gasping out and closing one of his eyes at the strange feeling, shuddering a little before pressing a hand on his stomach lightly. "Ugh... that feels disgusting... I never want to have to do that again..." he groaned, sitting up a little more and biting his lip as he looked down at the mess between his legs. "... So... I was actually impregnant?" he said, almost sounding like he felt bad.

Thrax: We nvr knw for sure, bt it's possible, judging by the blood. Baby *leaned his forehead against his* It's not ur fault, OK? Dont blame urself. I'll take care of everything. U just rest, alright? At least, the day aftr, u wont feel heaty anymore n u dont need the bandages no more

Ozzy bit his lip, his face sinking a little, feeling bad now. He had basically murdered a child... he new it had to be done... but he still couldn't help feel wrong about it. "H-huh?" he mumbled, looking up at the virus before chewing on his lip. "... Um... would you... still wrap me in the bandages?"

Thrax: *wraps up the mess n threw it into the fireplc, lighting it n burning it before taking another clean towel to help Oz clean up* I will, bt aftr the day aftr tomorrow, u wont need them anymore. Why, baby?

Ozzy flinched as he watched the Virus heartlessly burn the mess but shook his head, biting his lip. "Would you... still do it anyway?" he asked, his cheeks lightly flushed as he looked away. He had grown used to the bandages, he actually liked the cold on his body.

Thrax: *smirks n took Oz's chin, turning him gently to face him* Only if u want me to, baby

Ozzy's breath caught in his throat suddenly as he flushed more, his eyes widening a little as he squrimed around. "A-ah... um... o-okay...?"

Thrax: *grins deviously then kisses his forehead, helping him lie dwn* Now go bk to bed, baby. It's been a long day for u. I guess this'll give u an excuse not to attend the party

Ozzy blinked before biting his lip as he curled up in the bed, grabbing the piece of shirt again. He shifted around before mumbling. "... If you want me to come I will..." he said softly, burying his head in the pillows.

Thrax: *heard him n stroke his hair* I would like it if u did, bt didnt u say u dont want ppl to knw I'm ur lover?

Ozzy felt his cheeks heat up. "O-of course I don't! You could just say... we're like... close friends..." he mumbled, hiding more in the pillows.

Thrax: I could *grins* bt I cant stop them if they think something else, so dont go blaming me if they get ahead of themselves

Ozzy pouted up at him. "... Then don't go giving them reason to think things! And don't play dumb... you KNOW exactly what I'm talking about..." he huffed at him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Thrax: *chuckles n doesn't argue any further. He brought Oz's head to lie on his lap n stroke his hair some more* U r so cute wen ur angry *ignores Oz's expression as he hummed his Spanish "Remember When It Rained" song*

Ozzy grumbled to himself before blinking as he felt his head in the other's lap. "I am not cute!" he huffed, shifting around before relaxing a little, finding his eyes fluttering closed.

Thrax: *continues to hum n stroke his hair until the cell fell fast asleep*

Ozzy groaned softly, nuzzling against the other as he slowly fell back asleep, his face burried into the piece of wet shirt. "Mmm..." he sighed softly, curling up more and clinging to the virus' pants.

Thrax: *sees the shirt n had an idea. Cornering Oz with pillows, he gently took the piece of cloth off the cell's hand n went dwnstairs. He went to the lady servants' quarters n approached the chattering girls* Anyone here knws a bit of embroidery?

Ozzy shifted when the virus left him and snuggled into the pillows, clinging to the lightly, thinking that it was Thrax. Though, he stirred and whimpered when the cloth was taken from him.

The she-cells looked up in surprise at seeing Thrax not with his little cell friend. Lookin to each other, they soon smiled, a group together nodding. "We know... what do you need making, sir?" One of the older she-cells spoke up.

Thrax: Here *gave them the cloth* I'd like u to have this cleaned n dried properly, then one of u help me make a scarf out of it, or a neck bandana, anything tht can be wrapped ard the neck

The older she-cell walked over and took the cloth, looking it over before frowning a little. "Hmm... it looks quite damaged already... I may have to add onto it..." she mused softly, looking up at the virus with a kind smile.

Thrax: Do whtever u can. Make tht a bit of a commission for u. *turns, then stopped n look bk at them* Oh, n I want it done ASAP

The older she-cell blinked, looking to the material before back at the man. "I can have it done before the evening... if eventhing goes right." she said, nodding to him before wandering off to get to work with the girls.

Thrax: *smiled in his gentleman way before going bk upstairs* Ugh, wht a long day *massaged his temples as he went bk to the room, gently removed all the pillows cornering Oz n replaced them with himself, cuddling him close n drifted off to sleep*