Ok... I cannot be completely held responsable for this... I duno what I
had last night before I went to bed or what about those Calvin and Hobbes
comics I read inspired this but here goes... It's based on a dream so
expect weirdness... Ok I don't concider this slash really... but if you
want to you can... Hehe... I can't believe I wrote this thing.. Do NOT
flame me for this... I will ignore it. If you have nothing nice to say do
not say it.
Crime and Punishment
Osmosis yawned and streatched out on the couch. He was bored... Since he himself came to the multicellular world life had certianly been interesting. Drix and Leah had also ended up there and he hadn't really seen Frank yet from the outside.. anyway Northstar had asked him to accompany them on the mission to Earth, trying to mediate some peace agreements between the Autobots and Decepticons.
He looked at the clock and grunted. It was Eight AM and Thrax wasn't up yet... He was still sleeping in the master bedroom. Northstar had left a long time ago to do some shopping and other various errends. Thrax, apparently, was not a morning person. This gave the white blood cell a devilish idea.
Ozzy began rummaging through Northstar's medicine cabinet. He knew she was a trained natural healer and she probably had all kinds of stuff, he was looking for a local anasthetic... maybe one that she used for stitching wounds. Finding what he was looking for he left the bathroom and headed for a jewelry cabinet Northstar kept downstairs.
Opening it he peeked around in there, most of the stuff was for her disguizes, formal occasions or just goofing with her sisters. Grinning he pulled a C-shaped metal ring with the edges rounded. Gathering his items he crept upstairs and tiptoed into the master bedroom. Thrax was snoring quietly. Apparently Thrax was also a heavy sleeper. This was good.
Carefully Osmosis dabbed a little of the anasthetic on the side of Thrax's right nostral. Thrax stirred and growled in his sleep, but after a few tense moments he was sleeping deeply again. Grinning Jones slipped the fake nosering onto the area he dabbed the anasthetic, being sure to put just a little on the part that would go inside his nose so that that would be numb too.
As the inside of his nostral wasn't quite numb yet Thrax stirred more this time and opened his eyes for a moment. Going somewhat pale Osmosis ducked, becoming a 'puddle' on the hardwood floor, but Thrax simply shifted positions and went back to sleep.
He knew Thrax wasn't sleeping as deep this time so he backed out carefully and as quietly as possable, cringing when he hit the creaky middle step on the stairway. As soon as he got on the couch he snickered, knowing he was now home free. How wrong he was about to realize he was...
Thrax finally woke up and scratched the side of his nose. He grumbled darkly and pulled himself out of bed then he managed to drag his feet over to the closet where he chose his usual attire. He slid his black trousers over his biohazard sign boxer shorts then chose one of three slate grey turtle necks, his trenchcoat was downstairs.
He could have gone into the upstairs bathroom, but there was currently a cat in there being kept quiet while she recovered from surgery and he didn't want to be jumped on whilst on the toilet so he made his way downstairs, making sure to give Osmosis' snickering form a sneer as he walked past him to the bathroom.
Jones held in his laughter for a full five minutes before he finall heard an enraged and shocked "ARGHHHH!!!!!!" from the general direction of the bathroom. Then he laughed out loud. Thrax stormed over to him, grabbing his trenchcoat and throwing it on. "What the HELL did you do Jones!?" the angry red virus demanded.
"Well y'see Thrax," he snickered, "While you were asleep I thought you might wanna look scarier for this Horde guy sooo... I put a local on your nose and gave you a peircing." Looks great." he couldn't supress a giggle.
Thrax, however, was not ammused. He was already usually cranky first thing in the morning and this morning Northstar wasn't here to quell it. Even worse he hadn't had breakfast or coffee which served to fuel his anger farther. He approched the white blood cell heatedly, eyes glowing and grabbed him by the throat.
Osmosis's eyes immediately widened and he grabbed hold of Thrax's wrist. Figureing that things were getting way too dangerous he reached out, grabbed the nosering and pulled it off. "She there.. heh heh.. it's fake.. It was just a joke. C'mon man chill out. You're way too uptight..."
Thrax sneered... Not Ozzy's desired reaction. Just when he thought the virus was going to gut him he dropped him back on the couch. He winced as the arm of the chair hit his lower back and watched Thrax carefully. There was a chair seperated only by a small table that was against the wall right by the one the couched was backed against. Thrax sat in it and calmly put his boots on over his stocking feet as Jones returned his attenion to the cartoon he'd been watching on TV.
"You know Jones you act just like a little kid.. with these stupid pranks and cartoons."
"Star watches em..." he stuck his tounge out.
"She knows when to be serious... You just plain act childish..."
Osmosis was about to make some snide comment about him lightening up when he suddenly felt a strong clawed hand wrap around his wrist and with a sharp jerking motion the white blood cell found himself draped face down across Thrax's thighs.
"What in the hell're you doing?!" he wanted to know, rather shocked and more than a little freaked out. Was this really happening?
"You're acting juvinile Jones... I'm gonna treat you like it.."
Before Osmosis could utter another word he felt Thrax's left hand begin to slap on his backside. For a moment Jones feared Thrax was going to peirce his skin with his claw and that would be deadly. After all it was on that same hand that his most deadly talon rested, but he didn't. He simply continued his onslaught.
"Dude are you really spankin me?!"
Thrax's voice was deadly calm. "What does it look like Jones? Or rather... what does it feel like?!" he raised his voice and hit him harder.
Jones supressed a yelp and jerked sharply to try to get up, Thrax only pushed down roughly betwen his shoulderblades and allowed the tips of his claws to graze him warningly. If Osmosis struggled too much he'd be wounded by them.
He clenched his teeth and hissed in frustration, waiting for Thrax's claws to shift their position, then at the right moment he reached behind him to hit Thrax in the face, his goal being to startle him just long enough to get off his lap. It didn't work out the way he planned however, Thrax simply caught his wrist in a lightning fast move and pinned it painfully behind his back. "Bad idea Jones... Really bad idea.." Thrax growled and to his horror Ozzy felt Thrax's left hand reach around front to undo his belt.
Osmosis began to struggle violently, but they were quelled by a couple of Thrax's claws begining to dig into the back of his neck as his arm was roughly jerked up farther on his back. The claws were almost peircing his skin. The white blood cell had no choice but to hold still as the buckle of his belt was undone and his jeans slid down nearly to his knees.
Takeing a deep breath Ozzy simply resolved that he'd have to look for another oppurtunity to escape. As he planned this he was jolted from his thoughts by Thrax. "I'd hoped not to have to do this Jones... There are parts of you I never really wanna see... now lift up."
"Do what?!"
"I ain't playin with you Jones!" Thrax emphacized his words by tightening his grip painfully on his wrist, "Now lift your damn hips or I'll cut off your stupid tightie whities! And I ain't gonna be gentle about it either!"
Jones turned his head to look the enraged virus in the face. Thrax's eyes were calm, but the firely glare that burned through him warned of some nasty injuries if he didn't. Swallowing he turned his head back the way it was and reluctanly obeyed Thrax. The virus wasted no time and took hold of the back of them, shoving them down with his jeans, then he promptly resumed the spanking.
He felt it more now. As much as Thrax's strong hand hurt over his clothes it hurt even more on bare skin. He bit his lip against the pain, wondering for a moment if Thrax could possably be careful enough with those claws to avoid scratching him. He shifted and felt Thrax's grip tighten on him again, he hadn't loostened it from the last time and circulation was being cut off to his hand.
Noticeing Jones' hand begninging to turn pale he released his grip on his wrist and replaced his hand on his back, claws stratigically placed between his shoulders to discourage too much struggling. He started slapping harder but wasn't sure if Jones noticed it or not as he was sure it was hurting him more and more.
"Arn't you done yet?!" Jones snarled.
"Nope... When I'm done I'll stop." he said firmly.
"What you enjoy lookin at my ass?! Are you gay or somthing?!"
"No Jones I'm not, but you just made another mistake."
Thrax stopped spanking again and Osmosis felt a wave of fear wash over him. He'd already bared him completely, totally humiliateing him, what could he possably do unless he was gonna... oh yuck he couldnt possably be about to do that could he?! The thought made him queezy and his butt clench tightly. "Hold still Jones..." he heard Thrax say, "This is gonna sting for a moment."
Osmosis turned his head and instantly regretted it. He watched in horror as Thrax's foreclaw came to life. "Don't worry Jones... It's not gonna kill you... If I were gonna kill you you'd be a smouldering heap by now..." The addressed wasn't comforted much... "buuut it's not gonna be pleasent either... now as I said... hold-still." his voice was stern and angry
Osmosis winced as he felt a sharp needlelike pain dead center in the middle of one of his buttocks then the same one in the other. "Ready Jones?" Thrax asked, but rather than waiting to see if he'd answer Thrax simply gave him a sharp whack, wrenching a yelp from the hapless cell that he couldn't supress.
Ozzy was completely confused. He knew that Thrax wasn't hitting any harder but yet it hurt more. Whatever Thrax had done to him it increased his sense of pain in his lower region, thereby making each swat far more painful. He felt another blow in the same spot and clenched his teeth, determined not to give him the satasfaction of hearing him cry out again.
He held his body as still as possable, tenseing all of his muscles at once, but was forced to relax before he got a cramp. Thrax chuckled above him, causeing Osmosis to clench his fists in fury. He jerked and kicked his legs in an attempt to push Thrax's right hand with his body to where he wouldn't be clawed when he wiggled free but Thrax grabbed hold of his waist instead and held fast. "Cut it out.." He warned and hit him full force once before continueing to spank him harder than before. Osmosis hissed in pain, stifling as much of the cry as he could and let his breath out audibly before holding it again. "Looks like I'm starting to get through to you Jones.."
Angry and humiliated Osmosis snapped back. "Fuck off Thrax!!" He swallowed when Thrax stopped spanking him again. The last two times he stopped he did somthing to make it hurt worse. "Ok... Thrax... dude that didn't mean the way it sounded kay man?"
"Sorry Jones... I'm begining to think you like makeing a bad situation worse.."
He turned his head again, for a moment he glanced at his backside, which had a conciderably darker complexion than the rest of him. Winceing he looked back at Thrax, who was rummaging for somthing beside the chair. His grip loostened unconciously. For a moment Ozzy thought it was a trick, but, deciding to take a chance, he jerked and this time got completely off his lap and almost got away. He probably would have too if his pants were not currently around his ankles from struggling.
Thrax was startled for a moment, but managed to grab ahold of Ozzy's wrist and yank him sharply back down accross his lap. Jones let out a 'whoof' as the wind was knocked out of him. He barely picked up Thrax's growl as he felt his hand come down on him again, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.
Osmosis sucked in his breath and held it, holding the chair in a tight grip. Thrax was hitting full force now, he knew. As the pain increased the cell's hands almost ripped the material, but still Thrax didn't stop. He didn't have a chance to recover from one blow as it was replaced with another. While it was true that the pain of the previous one somwhat dulled him to the new sting it was still a constant pain in a concentrated location and that pain was growing. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to well up in his eyes.
After about five minutes Thrax stopped, leaving Osmosis gasping for breath. "Alright Jones... Do that again and I won't stop till you're half unconcious... got it?" he nodded slowly and let out an involuntary yelp as Thrax slapped him full force one more time. "Now lay the hell still while I find what I'm lookin for..."
Jones decided this pause in his punishment was best used to catch his breath. After a moment he heard Thrax grunt so he turned his head again to see what he'd been looking for. "Heh heh... Check it out Jones."
Thrax held the object in his view and his heart sank. In his hand was a wooden back scratcher that Northstar kept beside the chair. It was a little over a foot long, about a third of an inch thick and two thirds of an inch wide. It was made of bamboo and coated with a kind of laquer to protect it so he knew good and well it would be strong enough to withstand the force of Thrax's blows.
Eyes widened he looked at Thrax's face, which was unwaivering. "I really am getting through to you arn't I? I'm gonna give you the same peice of advice I did before Jones.. You lay there, be as still as you can and do not try to get up again or I'll stop and come back with somthing more painful... do you hear me Jones? Do you understand?"
He took the impliment by the opposet end so that the handle would be what struck his poor bottom. Osmosis nodded quietly, but Thrax's eyes narrowed, "I said; Do you understand me?" Thrax raised his voice slightly and as Osmosis was still looking at him he both saw and felt the stripe accross his behind. Ozzy sucked in his breath and let out a quiet whimper. "Well Jones? I'm waiting... and not very patiently I might add." He wanted a verbal answer.
"Y... yes." the pain he'd been feeling kept his voice from being as even as he would have liked. He felt another short warning sting accross his rear. "What was that for?!" his tone changed quickly at Thrax's glare.
"Yes what?"
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me.."
Thrax's responce was to sigh and give him about ten or fifteen more stripes with the back scratcher. Ozzy hissed in pain."Now Jones... do you understand me?" He grabed him under the chin and forced his head to turn sharply to the right to face him. "And look at me!"
Osmosis opened his eyes slowly, Thrax grinned inwardly when he saw the fear starting to form behind them, but outwardly he kept his face twisted into an angry glare. "Y...Ye..." He seemed to have to force the words out, "Yes.. sir..."
Thrax let go of his chin. "Good..." With that he laied his right hand flat on his back and began again. Jones hissed under every blow, keeping his eyes shut tight. How long had this been going on now? Would it go on until Northstar finally got home and put a stop to it? The thought filled him with horror because she wasn't expected back until that afternoon. He found himself scilently praying that if this ended soon he would never ever pull any sort of a prank whatsoever on Thrax again!
Osmosis whimpered as one of Thrax's blows struck him right where his bottom met the tops of his thighs, he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He had been close to tears as it was with Thrax useing his hand full force, he'd never be able to hold back with this for long. Then a thought struck him, what if that was what Thrax had planned? He wanted him to break down right there across his lap and wouldn't stop until he did! Ozzy's mind screamed a protest. He couldn't allow that to happen! It would be just too much humiliation! No matter how long it took he had to hold out until Northstar got back and save whatever shreds of his dignity he could.
Seeming to sense the cell's thoughts Thrax started pauseing a bit more between strokes and spanking harder, allowing him to feel the full pain of every blow. "C'mon Jones... I know it hurts." Thrax said softly, almost soothingly. "You oughta see the welts I'm raising here.." He tried to resist farther but he couldn't help it. A couple tears defied him and slipped from the corners of his eyes anyway.
"Stop... please..." he begged, "C'mon enough already.."
Thrax felt his hand grab hold of his ankle, for a moment he took it to be more resistance, but realized it was a plea. "Not yet Jones... almost but not just yet.."
He sucked in his breath, "Please... while I still have some dignity left..." he was whimpering.
"Sorry Jones.. I ain't totally through to you yet.. almost though." he began spacing his blows out more and even put a few stripes on his thighs.
Osmosis let out a half sob, "Thrax... stop... please.."
Ozzy barely regestered the claws on his back that were holding him down begin to gently stroke between his shoulder blades, "Not yet..." Thrax's cool, smooth voice assured him, "but soon.." He curled up into an almost fetal position over Thrax's lap, nearly unable to stand the pain of the blows anymore.
The white blood cell sucked in his breath deeply, but when he let it out again it was a sob. Thrax turned his main attention now from Jones' bottom and focused on his head and shoulders. He could hear the cell speaking but his voice wasn't much over a whisper. He was saying just two words over and over again "please stop...please stop... please stop..." and with every sound that came from his mouth his voice would break just a little more.
He began striking him just a little harder. "Almost there Jones... Don't worry it ain't gonna kill you..." Thrax figured Jones had about had enough and it was time to 'bring it on home' so without warning he began spanking him full force. Accross his lap Osmosis cringed and his pleas were interrupted by a howl of agony and submission. Thrax winced for a moment, the sound hurting his ears, but he didn't stop.
Osmosis now began to sob outwardly, holding onto both the chair and Thrax's leg and burying his head in the arm of the chair. He just couldn't stand it anymore and completely broke down in tears. His shoulders heaved violently as his sobs wracked his entire body, but still Thrax went on.
The cell began to feel light headed. He was hyperventilating and his entire rear end felt like it was on fire. With one more devastating blow Thrax stopped again, his right hand resting lightly between his shoulderblades, his left resting on the arm of the chair with the back scratcher still in it.
He tensed again, terrified. What had he done to set Thrax off this time? Fearing the worst he didn't move, he didn't dare, but his grip on Thrax's leg did tighten and he continued to whimper and sob, gasping for breath. "Ok Jones... now I think I've gotten through to you... and thoroughly."
Slowly Jones turned his tear-stricken face to Thrax's. "Oh yeah..." the virus reached out and wiped a tear away, "I've gotten through to you." he put the impliment away and released his grip completely from Osmosis Jones, who was still too terrified to move or do anything but bawl over Thrax's knees. "You can get up now... unless you're comfortable there.."
Slowly, very slowly Osmosis slid from his lap and broke into sobs again. He pulled only half heartedly at his jeans as Thrax got up and headed toward the kitchen. When he came back Jones heard him set somthing on the table between the couch and chair, then he stopped him from pulling his clothes back up. "C'mon Jones..." his voice wasn't angry anymore, but Osmosis still cringed when Thrax took hold of his hand and gestured for him to lay back accross his knees. Osmosis was still blubbering but obeyed, bracing himself for another series of blows.
He yelped as he felt a sting, but it wasn't Thrax's hand or the back scratcher. It felt more like cold cloth on burnt skin. Turning his head he saw that Thrax was patting a washrag on his bottom, and every couple seconds he'd dip it into a bowl of water and ice. He continued until Jones' sobs turned into occasional sniffles then stood him up and laied him on his stomache on the couch then handed him one of the pillows.
Humiliated and broken he took hold of it and buried his face in it crying. He refused to even look the virus in the face. Thrax ignored him and took the time to remove Ozzy's shoes so that he could slip his lower clothing the rest of the way off. Osmosis tensed again, not sure what he was about to do then he sucked in his breath painfully as he felt the cool material of a blanket slide over his inflamed bottom.
"You got a couple blisters out of it... but I'd say you've learned a few things..." He then grabbed Jones under the chin and forced him to look him in the face. "Pull that crap again and Northstar has a nasty looking sharpening strap upstairs that she uses to keep the blades of her daggers and throwing stars nice and sharp." The cell's eyes widened and he started blubbering again. "It'll hurt so bad I'll have to tie you down to use it and ain't nothing gonna stop me until you're unconcious kapesh?" he glowered menacingly at him
"Yes sir." Jones answered quickly, not wishing to anger the virus again.
"Good... now I'm hungry so you just lay there and think for a while.." Jones looked down, even more humiliated by being talked to like a child. He was still sniffling but other than that no longer crying when Thrax finally came out of the kitchen and sat back down, setting a tray on the coffee table. He watched him, but didn't move. "Sit up Jones." He gave him an 'are you nuts' look. Thrax narrowed his eyes and pointed to the back scratcher leaning against the middle table.
Whimpering, Osmosis did as he was told, sucking in his breath as he forced himself to put weight on his bottom. Almost immediately Thrax put a glass to his lips, at first he resisted but found it to be ice water. "Crying makes you dehydrated, and you did a lot of it baby." he told him and let Jones take the glass. When he looked on the table he noticed that there were two plates on the tray. Both had scrambled eggs, bacon and a biscut with jelly on it.
Shaking, Osmosis reached out and took a plate. There were also two glasses of orange juice on the tray and a mug of coffee on Thrax's side. He eyed the orange juice. "You can have it when the water's gone Jones..."
Jones almost glared at him for talking to him like a kid again, but thought better of it as he started on his eggs, occasionally being prompted to drink the water by Thrax. The virus sipped his coffee as he ate, keeping his eye on Jones, who was regaining his composure. He was the first to finish as Osmosis was having to eat slowly.
"You still crying Jones?" Thrax asked when he'd finished eating. When Osmosis didn't answer he plucked a tissue from a box beside the couch, "C'mon, here... dry your eyes and blow your nose.. that sniffing's driving me nuts.."
Ozzy blew his nose, but his eyes narrowed, "I wouldn't be crying if it wern't for you.." He was looking at his glass of half finished orange juice so he didn't see Thrax scowl, but he heard it in his voice.
"No Jones... You wouldn't be crying if it wern't for you." Osmosis looked up at him sharply, "If you hadn't decided to be a moron and pull that stupid prank first thing in the morning you wouldn't have gotten yourself burned!" His ire was being raised again.
Osmosis leaned back on the couch and stared at his orange juice then set it back on the table, he didn't much feel like finishing it. He sensed rather than saw Thrax get up from the armchair and sit beside him on the couch. He started to look at the red virus but before he could turn his head he felt Thrax push him back down on the couch.
Ozzy's cytoplasm went cold wondering what Thrax was about to do. Thrax noticed it but ignored it, pushing the white blood cell to his side and pulling the blanket to his chin. "Get some sleep.." He told him.
Reluctantly Osmosis did as he was told, but only because he was exausted from sobbing anyway. He didn't think he'd be able to get to sleep but he turned his back on Thrax and closed his eyes anyway. He tensed when he felt Thrax's claws on the back of his head.
"Thrax... what are you doing?"
"Didn't you ever get spanked as a kid?"
"Well.. yeah.."
"Didn't you ever get this?"
"Get what?" Jones turned to face him, the tears could still be seen drying on his face.
"Ah... I see..." Thrax Pulled the blanket back up to Ozzy's chin. Jones pulled back, freaked out again.
"Stop.. why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
"You'd rather I hauled you over my lap again?"
Jones shook his head in answer.
"Eh... just what I'm used to I guess.. When Ali's in trouble I do this to her after I punish her.." he stroked his head again. "Let's her know I care about her.."
Osmosis sniffed again and as Thrax stroked him with the back of his claws. He buried his face in the pillow and sobbed. Thrax just let him go, sitting back in the chair and turning it to a news station. Jones hated the news but said nothing.
There was a 'Lethal Weapon' movie on HBO when Northstar walked in and kissed Thrax on the cheek. Thrax smiled, covering her cheek with his hand. When he asked her about her errends she made a razberry gesture and a thumbs down, indicating that they had worn her out and at the moment she just wanted to rest. She was about to say somthing when she looked at Ozzy, who had his back turned to them, laying on the couch.
"Thrax... What's wrong with Jones?"
"Eh... he just got dangerously bored and ended up getting burned.."
"Define 'burned'... What did you do to him? Why can't he sit?"Thrax looked at her then she pointed to her head, "Empath love.. Empath.."
She walked over to the white blood cell and sat beside him on the couch. Reaching over to gently turn his head to face her she saw the dried tears and irritated eyes from his crying and turned to Thrax for an explanation.
Sighing he explained everything to her, from Jones' stupid prank to his punishment (she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Osmosis Jones getting a spanking) to making him eat and lay down afterwards. When he finished Northstar sighed and shook her head.
"Well Osmosis concidering what he's been putting up with from you I'm surprised you're not still over his lap.. You rather deserved it I think."
Jones was scilent and averted his gaze from hers, cheeks turning red.
She pulled off the blanket and pushed his breifs back up on him, wrenching a pained hiss from the cell. She then gave him his pants back to put on. He slid them on gingerly and reached back to rub his sore butt.
By that evening he seemed to be back to his old self, though when he was about to call Thrax obnoxious names as usual he wisely decided against it at a warning glare from the Virus. At dinner he kept shifting uncomfortably in the hard wood chair as they discussed security protocals and a short recon mission Northstar planned to undertake eairly tomorrow afternoon.
Jones' attitude, while curbed for the moment, was still much of an irritation to Thrax, even if Northstar ignored it for the most part, and the cell had managed to, once again, find his way onto the business end of Thrax's ire. This time it was in the form of an arguement over the fact that Ozzy was unhappy with his position to provide cover fire if needed.
"Jones... You're in the back for a reason.. Long range with firearms... we'll be close range with claws and daggers... If you ask me you're getting the better end of the deal here!" Thrax's patience with the cell was, once again, wearing thin.
He ended up getting a few more whacks for that one, but Northstar didn't let Thrax give the cell quite the spanking he'd wanted to. Both were relieved when the mission ended and they returned to their base on Etheria.
Crime and Punishment
Osmosis yawned and streatched out on the couch. He was bored... Since he himself came to the multicellular world life had certianly been interesting. Drix and Leah had also ended up there and he hadn't really seen Frank yet from the outside.. anyway Northstar had asked him to accompany them on the mission to Earth, trying to mediate some peace agreements between the Autobots and Decepticons.
He looked at the clock and grunted. It was Eight AM and Thrax wasn't up yet... He was still sleeping in the master bedroom. Northstar had left a long time ago to do some shopping and other various errends. Thrax, apparently, was not a morning person. This gave the white blood cell a devilish idea.
Ozzy began rummaging through Northstar's medicine cabinet. He knew she was a trained natural healer and she probably had all kinds of stuff, he was looking for a local anasthetic... maybe one that she used for stitching wounds. Finding what he was looking for he left the bathroom and headed for a jewelry cabinet Northstar kept downstairs.
Opening it he peeked around in there, most of the stuff was for her disguizes, formal occasions or just goofing with her sisters. Grinning he pulled a C-shaped metal ring with the edges rounded. Gathering his items he crept upstairs and tiptoed into the master bedroom. Thrax was snoring quietly. Apparently Thrax was also a heavy sleeper. This was good.
Carefully Osmosis dabbed a little of the anasthetic on the side of Thrax's right nostral. Thrax stirred and growled in his sleep, but after a few tense moments he was sleeping deeply again. Grinning Jones slipped the fake nosering onto the area he dabbed the anasthetic, being sure to put just a little on the part that would go inside his nose so that that would be numb too.
As the inside of his nostral wasn't quite numb yet Thrax stirred more this time and opened his eyes for a moment. Going somewhat pale Osmosis ducked, becoming a 'puddle' on the hardwood floor, but Thrax simply shifted positions and went back to sleep.
He knew Thrax wasn't sleeping as deep this time so he backed out carefully and as quietly as possable, cringing when he hit the creaky middle step on the stairway. As soon as he got on the couch he snickered, knowing he was now home free. How wrong he was about to realize he was...
Thrax finally woke up and scratched the side of his nose. He grumbled darkly and pulled himself out of bed then he managed to drag his feet over to the closet where he chose his usual attire. He slid his black trousers over his biohazard sign boxer shorts then chose one of three slate grey turtle necks, his trenchcoat was downstairs.
He could have gone into the upstairs bathroom, but there was currently a cat in there being kept quiet while she recovered from surgery and he didn't want to be jumped on whilst on the toilet so he made his way downstairs, making sure to give Osmosis' snickering form a sneer as he walked past him to the bathroom.
Jones held in his laughter for a full five minutes before he finall heard an enraged and shocked "ARGHHHH!!!!!!" from the general direction of the bathroom. Then he laughed out loud. Thrax stormed over to him, grabbing his trenchcoat and throwing it on. "What the HELL did you do Jones!?" the angry red virus demanded.
"Well y'see Thrax," he snickered, "While you were asleep I thought you might wanna look scarier for this Horde guy sooo... I put a local on your nose and gave you a peircing." Looks great." he couldn't supress a giggle.
Thrax, however, was not ammused. He was already usually cranky first thing in the morning and this morning Northstar wasn't here to quell it. Even worse he hadn't had breakfast or coffee which served to fuel his anger farther. He approched the white blood cell heatedly, eyes glowing and grabbed him by the throat.
Osmosis's eyes immediately widened and he grabbed hold of Thrax's wrist. Figureing that things were getting way too dangerous he reached out, grabbed the nosering and pulled it off. "She there.. heh heh.. it's fake.. It was just a joke. C'mon man chill out. You're way too uptight..."
Thrax sneered... Not Ozzy's desired reaction. Just when he thought the virus was going to gut him he dropped him back on the couch. He winced as the arm of the chair hit his lower back and watched Thrax carefully. There was a chair seperated only by a small table that was against the wall right by the one the couched was backed against. Thrax sat in it and calmly put his boots on over his stocking feet as Jones returned his attenion to the cartoon he'd been watching on TV.
"You know Jones you act just like a little kid.. with these stupid pranks and cartoons."
"Star watches em..." he stuck his tounge out.
"She knows when to be serious... You just plain act childish..."
Osmosis was about to make some snide comment about him lightening up when he suddenly felt a strong clawed hand wrap around his wrist and with a sharp jerking motion the white blood cell found himself draped face down across Thrax's thighs.
"What in the hell're you doing?!" he wanted to know, rather shocked and more than a little freaked out. Was this really happening?
"You're acting juvinile Jones... I'm gonna treat you like it.."
Before Osmosis could utter another word he felt Thrax's left hand begin to slap on his backside. For a moment Jones feared Thrax was going to peirce his skin with his claw and that would be deadly. After all it was on that same hand that his most deadly talon rested, but he didn't. He simply continued his onslaught.
"Dude are you really spankin me?!"
Thrax's voice was deadly calm. "What does it look like Jones? Or rather... what does it feel like?!" he raised his voice and hit him harder.
Jones supressed a yelp and jerked sharply to try to get up, Thrax only pushed down roughly betwen his shoulderblades and allowed the tips of his claws to graze him warningly. If Osmosis struggled too much he'd be wounded by them.
He clenched his teeth and hissed in frustration, waiting for Thrax's claws to shift their position, then at the right moment he reached behind him to hit Thrax in the face, his goal being to startle him just long enough to get off his lap. It didn't work out the way he planned however, Thrax simply caught his wrist in a lightning fast move and pinned it painfully behind his back. "Bad idea Jones... Really bad idea.." Thrax growled and to his horror Ozzy felt Thrax's left hand reach around front to undo his belt.
Osmosis began to struggle violently, but they were quelled by a couple of Thrax's claws begining to dig into the back of his neck as his arm was roughly jerked up farther on his back. The claws were almost peircing his skin. The white blood cell had no choice but to hold still as the buckle of his belt was undone and his jeans slid down nearly to his knees.
Takeing a deep breath Ozzy simply resolved that he'd have to look for another oppurtunity to escape. As he planned this he was jolted from his thoughts by Thrax. "I'd hoped not to have to do this Jones... There are parts of you I never really wanna see... now lift up."
"Do what?!"
"I ain't playin with you Jones!" Thrax emphacized his words by tightening his grip painfully on his wrist, "Now lift your damn hips or I'll cut off your stupid tightie whities! And I ain't gonna be gentle about it either!"
Jones turned his head to look the enraged virus in the face. Thrax's eyes were calm, but the firely glare that burned through him warned of some nasty injuries if he didn't. Swallowing he turned his head back the way it was and reluctanly obeyed Thrax. The virus wasted no time and took hold of the back of them, shoving them down with his jeans, then he promptly resumed the spanking.
He felt it more now. As much as Thrax's strong hand hurt over his clothes it hurt even more on bare skin. He bit his lip against the pain, wondering for a moment if Thrax could possably be careful enough with those claws to avoid scratching him. He shifted and felt Thrax's grip tighten on him again, he hadn't loostened it from the last time and circulation was being cut off to his hand.
Noticeing Jones' hand begninging to turn pale he released his grip on his wrist and replaced his hand on his back, claws stratigically placed between his shoulders to discourage too much struggling. He started slapping harder but wasn't sure if Jones noticed it or not as he was sure it was hurting him more and more.
"Arn't you done yet?!" Jones snarled.
"Nope... When I'm done I'll stop." he said firmly.
"What you enjoy lookin at my ass?! Are you gay or somthing?!"
"No Jones I'm not, but you just made another mistake."
Thrax stopped spanking again and Osmosis felt a wave of fear wash over him. He'd already bared him completely, totally humiliateing him, what could he possably do unless he was gonna... oh yuck he couldnt possably be about to do that could he?! The thought made him queezy and his butt clench tightly. "Hold still Jones..." he heard Thrax say, "This is gonna sting for a moment."
Osmosis turned his head and instantly regretted it. He watched in horror as Thrax's foreclaw came to life. "Don't worry Jones... It's not gonna kill you... If I were gonna kill you you'd be a smouldering heap by now..." The addressed wasn't comforted much... "buuut it's not gonna be pleasent either... now as I said... hold-still." his voice was stern and angry
Osmosis winced as he felt a sharp needlelike pain dead center in the middle of one of his buttocks then the same one in the other. "Ready Jones?" Thrax asked, but rather than waiting to see if he'd answer Thrax simply gave him a sharp whack, wrenching a yelp from the hapless cell that he couldn't supress.
Ozzy was completely confused. He knew that Thrax wasn't hitting any harder but yet it hurt more. Whatever Thrax had done to him it increased his sense of pain in his lower region, thereby making each swat far more painful. He felt another blow in the same spot and clenched his teeth, determined not to give him the satasfaction of hearing him cry out again.
He held his body as still as possable, tenseing all of his muscles at once, but was forced to relax before he got a cramp. Thrax chuckled above him, causeing Osmosis to clench his fists in fury. He jerked and kicked his legs in an attempt to push Thrax's right hand with his body to where he wouldn't be clawed when he wiggled free but Thrax grabbed hold of his waist instead and held fast. "Cut it out.." He warned and hit him full force once before continueing to spank him harder than before. Osmosis hissed in pain, stifling as much of the cry as he could and let his breath out audibly before holding it again. "Looks like I'm starting to get through to you Jones.."
Angry and humiliated Osmosis snapped back. "Fuck off Thrax!!" He swallowed when Thrax stopped spanking him again. The last two times he stopped he did somthing to make it hurt worse. "Ok... Thrax... dude that didn't mean the way it sounded kay man?"
"Sorry Jones... I'm begining to think you like makeing a bad situation worse.."
He turned his head again, for a moment he glanced at his backside, which had a conciderably darker complexion than the rest of him. Winceing he looked back at Thrax, who was rummaging for somthing beside the chair. His grip loostened unconciously. For a moment Ozzy thought it was a trick, but, deciding to take a chance, he jerked and this time got completely off his lap and almost got away. He probably would have too if his pants were not currently around his ankles from struggling.
Thrax was startled for a moment, but managed to grab ahold of Ozzy's wrist and yank him sharply back down accross his lap. Jones let out a 'whoof' as the wind was knocked out of him. He barely picked up Thrax's growl as he felt his hand come down on him again, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.
Osmosis sucked in his breath and held it, holding the chair in a tight grip. Thrax was hitting full force now, he knew. As the pain increased the cell's hands almost ripped the material, but still Thrax didn't stop. He didn't have a chance to recover from one blow as it was replaced with another. While it was true that the pain of the previous one somwhat dulled him to the new sting it was still a constant pain in a concentrated location and that pain was growing. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to well up in his eyes.
After about five minutes Thrax stopped, leaving Osmosis gasping for breath. "Alright Jones... Do that again and I won't stop till you're half unconcious... got it?" he nodded slowly and let out an involuntary yelp as Thrax slapped him full force one more time. "Now lay the hell still while I find what I'm lookin for..."
Jones decided this pause in his punishment was best used to catch his breath. After a moment he heard Thrax grunt so he turned his head again to see what he'd been looking for. "Heh heh... Check it out Jones."
Thrax held the object in his view and his heart sank. In his hand was a wooden back scratcher that Northstar kept beside the chair. It was a little over a foot long, about a third of an inch thick and two thirds of an inch wide. It was made of bamboo and coated with a kind of laquer to protect it so he knew good and well it would be strong enough to withstand the force of Thrax's blows.
Eyes widened he looked at Thrax's face, which was unwaivering. "I really am getting through to you arn't I? I'm gonna give you the same peice of advice I did before Jones.. You lay there, be as still as you can and do not try to get up again or I'll stop and come back with somthing more painful... do you hear me Jones? Do you understand?"
He took the impliment by the opposet end so that the handle would be what struck his poor bottom. Osmosis nodded quietly, but Thrax's eyes narrowed, "I said; Do you understand me?" Thrax raised his voice slightly and as Osmosis was still looking at him he both saw and felt the stripe accross his behind. Ozzy sucked in his breath and let out a quiet whimper. "Well Jones? I'm waiting... and not very patiently I might add." He wanted a verbal answer.
"Y... yes." the pain he'd been feeling kept his voice from being as even as he would have liked. He felt another short warning sting accross his rear. "What was that for?!" his tone changed quickly at Thrax's glare.
"Yes what?"
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me.."
Thrax's responce was to sigh and give him about ten or fifteen more stripes with the back scratcher. Ozzy hissed in pain."Now Jones... do you understand me?" He grabed him under the chin and forced his head to turn sharply to the right to face him. "And look at me!"
Osmosis opened his eyes slowly, Thrax grinned inwardly when he saw the fear starting to form behind them, but outwardly he kept his face twisted into an angry glare. "Y...Ye..." He seemed to have to force the words out, "Yes.. sir..."
Thrax let go of his chin. "Good..." With that he laied his right hand flat on his back and began again. Jones hissed under every blow, keeping his eyes shut tight. How long had this been going on now? Would it go on until Northstar finally got home and put a stop to it? The thought filled him with horror because she wasn't expected back until that afternoon. He found himself scilently praying that if this ended soon he would never ever pull any sort of a prank whatsoever on Thrax again!
Osmosis whimpered as one of Thrax's blows struck him right where his bottom met the tops of his thighs, he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He had been close to tears as it was with Thrax useing his hand full force, he'd never be able to hold back with this for long. Then a thought struck him, what if that was what Thrax had planned? He wanted him to break down right there across his lap and wouldn't stop until he did! Ozzy's mind screamed a protest. He couldn't allow that to happen! It would be just too much humiliation! No matter how long it took he had to hold out until Northstar got back and save whatever shreds of his dignity he could.
Seeming to sense the cell's thoughts Thrax started pauseing a bit more between strokes and spanking harder, allowing him to feel the full pain of every blow. "C'mon Jones... I know it hurts." Thrax said softly, almost soothingly. "You oughta see the welts I'm raising here.." He tried to resist farther but he couldn't help it. A couple tears defied him and slipped from the corners of his eyes anyway.
"Stop... please..." he begged, "C'mon enough already.."
Thrax felt his hand grab hold of his ankle, for a moment he took it to be more resistance, but realized it was a plea. "Not yet Jones... almost but not just yet.."
He sucked in his breath, "Please... while I still have some dignity left..." he was whimpering.
"Sorry Jones.. I ain't totally through to you yet.. almost though." he began spacing his blows out more and even put a few stripes on his thighs.
Osmosis let out a half sob, "Thrax... stop... please.."
Ozzy barely regestered the claws on his back that were holding him down begin to gently stroke between his shoulder blades, "Not yet..." Thrax's cool, smooth voice assured him, "but soon.." He curled up into an almost fetal position over Thrax's lap, nearly unable to stand the pain of the blows anymore.
The white blood cell sucked in his breath deeply, but when he let it out again it was a sob. Thrax turned his main attention now from Jones' bottom and focused on his head and shoulders. He could hear the cell speaking but his voice wasn't much over a whisper. He was saying just two words over and over again "please stop...please stop... please stop..." and with every sound that came from his mouth his voice would break just a little more.
He began striking him just a little harder. "Almost there Jones... Don't worry it ain't gonna kill you..." Thrax figured Jones had about had enough and it was time to 'bring it on home' so without warning he began spanking him full force. Accross his lap Osmosis cringed and his pleas were interrupted by a howl of agony and submission. Thrax winced for a moment, the sound hurting his ears, but he didn't stop.
Osmosis now began to sob outwardly, holding onto both the chair and Thrax's leg and burying his head in the arm of the chair. He just couldn't stand it anymore and completely broke down in tears. His shoulders heaved violently as his sobs wracked his entire body, but still Thrax went on.
The cell began to feel light headed. He was hyperventilating and his entire rear end felt like it was on fire. With one more devastating blow Thrax stopped again, his right hand resting lightly between his shoulderblades, his left resting on the arm of the chair with the back scratcher still in it.
He tensed again, terrified. What had he done to set Thrax off this time? Fearing the worst he didn't move, he didn't dare, but his grip on Thrax's leg did tighten and he continued to whimper and sob, gasping for breath. "Ok Jones... now I think I've gotten through to you... and thoroughly."
Slowly Jones turned his tear-stricken face to Thrax's. "Oh yeah..." the virus reached out and wiped a tear away, "I've gotten through to you." he put the impliment away and released his grip completely from Osmosis Jones, who was still too terrified to move or do anything but bawl over Thrax's knees. "You can get up now... unless you're comfortable there.."
Slowly, very slowly Osmosis slid from his lap and broke into sobs again. He pulled only half heartedly at his jeans as Thrax got up and headed toward the kitchen. When he came back Jones heard him set somthing on the table between the couch and chair, then he stopped him from pulling his clothes back up. "C'mon Jones..." his voice wasn't angry anymore, but Osmosis still cringed when Thrax took hold of his hand and gestured for him to lay back accross his knees. Osmosis was still blubbering but obeyed, bracing himself for another series of blows.
He yelped as he felt a sting, but it wasn't Thrax's hand or the back scratcher. It felt more like cold cloth on burnt skin. Turning his head he saw that Thrax was patting a washrag on his bottom, and every couple seconds he'd dip it into a bowl of water and ice. He continued until Jones' sobs turned into occasional sniffles then stood him up and laied him on his stomache on the couch then handed him one of the pillows.
Humiliated and broken he took hold of it and buried his face in it crying. He refused to even look the virus in the face. Thrax ignored him and took the time to remove Ozzy's shoes so that he could slip his lower clothing the rest of the way off. Osmosis tensed again, not sure what he was about to do then he sucked in his breath painfully as he felt the cool material of a blanket slide over his inflamed bottom.
"You got a couple blisters out of it... but I'd say you've learned a few things..." He then grabbed Jones under the chin and forced him to look him in the face. "Pull that crap again and Northstar has a nasty looking sharpening strap upstairs that she uses to keep the blades of her daggers and throwing stars nice and sharp." The cell's eyes widened and he started blubbering again. "It'll hurt so bad I'll have to tie you down to use it and ain't nothing gonna stop me until you're unconcious kapesh?" he glowered menacingly at him
"Yes sir." Jones answered quickly, not wishing to anger the virus again.
"Good... now I'm hungry so you just lay there and think for a while.." Jones looked down, even more humiliated by being talked to like a child. He was still sniffling but other than that no longer crying when Thrax finally came out of the kitchen and sat back down, setting a tray on the coffee table. He watched him, but didn't move. "Sit up Jones." He gave him an 'are you nuts' look. Thrax narrowed his eyes and pointed to the back scratcher leaning against the middle table.
Whimpering, Osmosis did as he was told, sucking in his breath as he forced himself to put weight on his bottom. Almost immediately Thrax put a glass to his lips, at first he resisted but found it to be ice water. "Crying makes you dehydrated, and you did a lot of it baby." he told him and let Jones take the glass. When he looked on the table he noticed that there were two plates on the tray. Both had scrambled eggs, bacon and a biscut with jelly on it.
Shaking, Osmosis reached out and took a plate. There were also two glasses of orange juice on the tray and a mug of coffee on Thrax's side. He eyed the orange juice. "You can have it when the water's gone Jones..."
Jones almost glared at him for talking to him like a kid again, but thought better of it as he started on his eggs, occasionally being prompted to drink the water by Thrax. The virus sipped his coffee as he ate, keeping his eye on Jones, who was regaining his composure. He was the first to finish as Osmosis was having to eat slowly.
"You still crying Jones?" Thrax asked when he'd finished eating. When Osmosis didn't answer he plucked a tissue from a box beside the couch, "C'mon, here... dry your eyes and blow your nose.. that sniffing's driving me nuts.."
Ozzy blew his nose, but his eyes narrowed, "I wouldn't be crying if it wern't for you.." He was looking at his glass of half finished orange juice so he didn't see Thrax scowl, but he heard it in his voice.
"No Jones... You wouldn't be crying if it wern't for you." Osmosis looked up at him sharply, "If you hadn't decided to be a moron and pull that stupid prank first thing in the morning you wouldn't have gotten yourself burned!" His ire was being raised again.
Osmosis leaned back on the couch and stared at his orange juice then set it back on the table, he didn't much feel like finishing it. He sensed rather than saw Thrax get up from the armchair and sit beside him on the couch. He started to look at the red virus but before he could turn his head he felt Thrax push him back down on the couch.
Ozzy's cytoplasm went cold wondering what Thrax was about to do. Thrax noticed it but ignored it, pushing the white blood cell to his side and pulling the blanket to his chin. "Get some sleep.." He told him.
Reluctantly Osmosis did as he was told, but only because he was exausted from sobbing anyway. He didn't think he'd be able to get to sleep but he turned his back on Thrax and closed his eyes anyway. He tensed when he felt Thrax's claws on the back of his head.
"Thrax... what are you doing?"
"Didn't you ever get spanked as a kid?"
"Well.. yeah.."
"Didn't you ever get this?"
"Get what?" Jones turned to face him, the tears could still be seen drying on his face.
"Ah... I see..." Thrax Pulled the blanket back up to Ozzy's chin. Jones pulled back, freaked out again.
"Stop.. why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
"You'd rather I hauled you over my lap again?"
Jones shook his head in answer.
"Eh... just what I'm used to I guess.. When Ali's in trouble I do this to her after I punish her.." he stroked his head again. "Let's her know I care about her.."
Osmosis sniffed again and as Thrax stroked him with the back of his claws. He buried his face in the pillow and sobbed. Thrax just let him go, sitting back in the chair and turning it to a news station. Jones hated the news but said nothing.
There was a 'Lethal Weapon' movie on HBO when Northstar walked in and kissed Thrax on the cheek. Thrax smiled, covering her cheek with his hand. When he asked her about her errends she made a razberry gesture and a thumbs down, indicating that they had worn her out and at the moment she just wanted to rest. She was about to say somthing when she looked at Ozzy, who had his back turned to them, laying on the couch.
"Thrax... What's wrong with Jones?"
"Eh... he just got dangerously bored and ended up getting burned.."
"Define 'burned'... What did you do to him? Why can't he sit?"Thrax looked at her then she pointed to her head, "Empath love.. Empath.."
She walked over to the white blood cell and sat beside him on the couch. Reaching over to gently turn his head to face her she saw the dried tears and irritated eyes from his crying and turned to Thrax for an explanation.
Sighing he explained everything to her, from Jones' stupid prank to his punishment (she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Osmosis Jones getting a spanking) to making him eat and lay down afterwards. When he finished Northstar sighed and shook her head.
"Well Osmosis concidering what he's been putting up with from you I'm surprised you're not still over his lap.. You rather deserved it I think."
Jones was scilent and averted his gaze from hers, cheeks turning red.
She pulled off the blanket and pushed his breifs back up on him, wrenching a pained hiss from the cell. She then gave him his pants back to put on. He slid them on gingerly and reached back to rub his sore butt.
By that evening he seemed to be back to his old self, though when he was about to call Thrax obnoxious names as usual he wisely decided against it at a warning glare from the Virus. At dinner he kept shifting uncomfortably in the hard wood chair as they discussed security protocals and a short recon mission Northstar planned to undertake eairly tomorrow afternoon.
Jones' attitude, while curbed for the moment, was still much of an irritation to Thrax, even if Northstar ignored it for the most part, and the cell had managed to, once again, find his way onto the business end of Thrax's ire. This time it was in the form of an arguement over the fact that Ozzy was unhappy with his position to provide cover fire if needed.
"Jones... You're in the back for a reason.. Long range with firearms... we'll be close range with claws and daggers... If you ask me you're getting the better end of the deal here!" Thrax's patience with the cell was, once again, wearing thin.
He ended up getting a few more whacks for that one, but Northstar didn't let Thrax give the cell quite the spanking he'd wanted to. Both were relieved when the mission ended and they returned to their base on Etheria.