Viral
By: CrystallicSky
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.
Warnings: Language, homosexuality, sex of the gay-and-single-celled nature, etc.
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Jack was quite obviously on the last legs of his immunity.
The first day in the Vena Cava Arms had seen the nonfatal enthusiastic, still untouchable by Sharon's white blood cells and excited to cause as much mayhem as a common cold could. He'd spent very little time in the hotel room, preferring to go out and make trouble.
This left Chase alone to entertain himself with bland television and the fast food and magazines Jack had been considerate enough to drop off for him.
The second day, however, brought a drastic change to the young virus and Jack had not left the room even once. He also made a point of keeping the shades tightly drawn over the window and the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign slung over the door knob.
Jack's very aura spoke of nerves and anxiety, so much so that Chase had ordered a glass of tryptophan for his companion to drink in order to forcibly calm him down.
"Do leukocytes truly scare you so much?" he wondered aloud.
Jack, currently rifling through drawers and gathering up his meager belongings to leave, looked over at the calm virus on the bed. Not for the first time, he noticed just how beautiful the other pathogen was and both lust and jealousy burned his heart for all of a split second.
Then, the fear returned and he resumed packing. "Uh, yeah," he confirmed, "they really do."
"Why?" Chase inquired. "You were so confident before this morning."
"That was before I saw this," Jack declared, tossing a newspaper in the direction of his companion's head.
Chase, with his excellent instincts, caught it easily and looked it over, pausing in surprise at the sight of Jack on the front page.
The Black Death scanned the black-and-white print to read the story accompanying the photo.
"Citizens of Sharon can now rest easy," he read aloud. "The brave men and women of the local police force have at last identified the culprit of recent heat waves, congestion of nasal highways, and seismic activity near the Respiratory district. Name unknown, the perpetrator is none other than a rhinovirus, AKA, a common cold."
"They're onto me, Chase," Jack murmured nervously. "They know what I am, what I can do, how to stop me…"
Chase eyed the article for a few more moments, picking up the warnings that advised cells to be on the lookout for individuals with exceedingly pale membranes not wearing a police uniform and to alert law enforcement officials immediately should they spot him. Despite the fact that he was a nonlethal pathogen, civilians were still advised to avoid confronting the rhinovirus themselves as he could be in possession of a weapon.
Having seen enough, Chase set the magazine aside and stood, going to Jack's side. "Don't be so anxious," he calmly soothed, "it shouldn't take long for the two of us to safely move to another body."
"…the two of us?" Jack echoed dumbly. "You're coming with me?"
Chase snorted in response. "Of course I am," he declared. "I don't know this body nor do I feel safe in it. Why in the world would I want to stay?"
"I dunno," Jack shrugged, "I guess I-"
"Besides," Chase cut in, "was it not you who declared yourself my retainer? You'd be doing a piss poor job of that if you simply left me here with no one I know and no one I can trust!"
Cytoplasm darkened Jack's cheeks. "Sorry," he sheepishly apologized, "I dunno why, but...I guess I didn't think you'd want to stick around..."
Recalling his decision from the night prior, Chase spoke up with the intent to begin making himself clear to Jack. "Why wouldn't I want to remain with a cell like you?"
Jack looked up. "A cell like me?" he asked.
"Yes," the once-deadly virus confirmed. "You-"
There was a loud knock on the door of the room.
Chase frowned, annoyed at the interruption. Jack flinched and zipped up his bag, nerves on edge.
"Yeah?" he called past the door.
Chase saw the immediate flood of terror on Jack's face as a gruff voice responded, "Immunity, open up!"
"Shit," Jack cussed under his breath, "that bitch at the front desk must have ratted us out." Jack put on a dark black trench coat and obligingly replied to the man outside the room. "Alright, officer," he said, his voice docile and compliant, "gimme just a second and I'll let you in."
To Chase, he once more dropped the volume of his voice, his tone devious; almost playful. "We don't have much time. You're airborne, right?"
Wordlessly, Chase nodded, only to have an overcoat similar to Jack's thrown at him. He was quietly grateful that its ends were not tattered stylistically as Jack's was, preferring his coat to have a touch more class.
"Then, you know how to use one of those," Jack smirked. "Follow my lead."
With that, Jack fanned out his coat and ran at the clear, thin membrane of the window. It burst easily and Jack's boots hooked into the hem just before the ripped ends of his trench, using it as a hang glider.
Chase chuckled and leaped out the window after him, gliding on the air currents with his own jacket. Behind him, he heard the hotel door slam open as the leukocytes on the other side grew impatient in waiting and their aggrieved cries to stop when they discovered their suspects escaping. He felt and saw the blasts of superheated plasma whiz by him ineffectively as the officers fired at he and Jack.
He paid them absolutely no mind and glided after the rhinovirus on the way from the Cardiac district to the throat, thoroughly content to enjoy the view of Jack's lithe and slender body in flight.
By the time they touched down on something solid, the air was overwhelmingly humid, the ground was soft and moist, and petty criminals, inconsequential germs were to be found everywhere.
The mouth, Chase immediately recognized: it looked the same in just about every body.
"Whoo!" Jack crowed enthusiastically. "That was easily one of the coolest getaways I've ever made! Ya' think we lost 'em?"
Chase hummed in contemplation, inspecting the immediate area. "I believe so," he said warily. "Still, we should be cautious."
Jack nodded and began making a course for the teeth, Chase close behind him. They would scale the enamel, squeeze past the lips, and glide to another host; one where the rhinovirus would once more be effective and the bubonic plague would still be unknown.
"So, what do you want to do in the next person?" Jack spoke up, not taking his eyes off their goal. "I'm gonna hydrolyze some real food. I haven't ingested anything since this morning, and even then, it was just a donut with a jelly-filled nucleus."
"I'd like to find a bed to sleep in," Chase confessed, "and...perhaps someone to share it with."
Jack glanced furtively at his companion. Darwin, Chase was beautiful and so amazingly awesome, too! He honestly didn't care how long ago Chase's glory days were, just the legacy was enough to impress the common cold.
Jeez, here Jack was practically swooning and Chase was talking about getting laid!
"Oh, yeah?" he asked, feigning disinterest. "Got anybody in mind, or are you gonna just...pick up somebody when we get there?"
Chase cast a sidelong glance at Jack, eying his long, lean limbs in motion with each stride forward. How graceful the young virus seemed; how lovely he appeared now that he cared to look!
"I've already got an idea of who I want," Chase purred none too slyly, preferring to be obvious rather than subtle. His intended seductee was more likely to notice he was being seduced if it were out in the open.
Jack's step faltered slightly at the warm, inviting tone. That had sounded a little...almost like Chase...
Could he really be interested?
Jack turned, facing Chase who was likewise looking at him. "Chase," he began, uncertain, "do you-"
A blob of superheated plasma zoomed past both of their noses and they turned to see where it'd come from.
Dread pooled in Jack's stomach at the sight of a police squadron approaching from the back of the throat, sirens wailing as several men shouted for the two of them to get down on the ground and surrender peacefully.
Chase snapped into action immediately, shoving Jack towards the teeth. "Go," he said calmly, "I'll catch up."
"What?" Jack yelped, staggering back a few steps. "Chase, you're not really thinking-"
"I am," Chase assured.
"That's crazy!" the rhinovirus declared. "You're nonlethal! They'll lyse you if you try to-"
"Go," Chase growled again, glaring darkly at his companion.
Jack took one look into those stern, gold eyes and knew he would not be told again.
"Fine," he reluctantly agreed, turning and running towards the teeth, "but if you get yourself killed, you're so not my idol, anymore!"
To himself, Chase grinned and murmured, "Then, I'd best remain alive, now, shouldn't I?"
The once unstoppable virus, now completely nonlethal, stalked confidently towards the leukocytes as if he still had the ability to force each and every one of them to undergo apoptosis with a single swipe of his claws.
Chase was only vaguely aware of the shouting at him, the demands to, 'stay out of this, neuron, it doesn't concern you.' He breathed deeply, centering himself and forcing down the instinctive urge to flee and remain safe.
He had someone weaker than himself to protect: this was no time for letting cowardly instincts get the best of him.
The first of the leukocytes to be felled was surprised, to say the least. He had not been expecting the unarmed, harmless-looking neuron to approach him casually only to grab his arm and twist it so far behind his back that he had to drop his gun.
Chase couldn't help his grin as he maneuvered the officer in front of him, a literal living shield. There was more shouting, demands to let him go, but Chase ignored them. "Drop your weapons," he ordered, "or I give this cell something much worse than a sore arm."
The leukocytes were obviously displeased about the situation, but with a fellow officer in danger, there was little more they could do. Their guns were dropped to the moist ground, their hands raised in a gesture of harmlessness.
Chase acted immediately.
The group of men and scattered women grunted as the hostage leukocyte was thrown into them, knocking the breath out of them and pushing them to the ground. Those that remained standing were soon dealt with through a series of kicks and strikes, and soon enough Chase was the only one who remained upright.
The Black Death had originated in Asia, a land of many martial arts that were practiced even by cells. Considering his place of birth, his age, and his legacy, it was almost ignorant to assume Chase was unable to fight like the one cell army he was.
Nearly all of the leukocytes were subdued, now, though there was one who appeared to still be conscious. He was crawling to his squad car, broken and clearly trying to call for backup.
Chase let him: he had more important matters to attend to.
The virus was at the teeth in mere minutes, searching for a ridge or a crack; some sort of foothold so as to get over.
"Chase!"
Chase looked and blinked in surprise to see a disembodied hand waving at him. "...Jack?" he hesitantly inquired. A closer look revealed that the hand was not disembodied at all and rather was wedged between two large, off-white teeth, the rest of the rhinovirus was undoubtedly on the other side. "Tell me you aren't stuck," Chase demanded.
"No, I'm not stuck!" Jack's slightly distant voice exclaimed. "I was waiting for you! Now, grab my hand." The fingers of said hand wiggled emphatically in a gesture that read, 'come on, already!'
A bit perturbed by the sight, Chase nonetheless approached and did as instructed, lacing his fingers with slender white ones that gripped him back firmly.
"You're gonna wanna hold on," the Black Death heard preceding the appearance of Jack at the top of the tooth he'd been behind. Chase noticed that the rhinovirus's arm was stretched impossibly long behind him, but that was all he really had time to notice.
With a grunt of effort, Jack jerked his arm forward, pulling it back through the crevice it'd been squeezed through in the first place. That would've been the end of it were his body not naturally elastic, but since it was, it immediately made an effort to snap back into its original shape.
Before Chase was fully aware of what was happening, he was being pulled upwards as Jack's arm shortened, effectively being slingshot over the tooth. The force of the movement had both viruses crashing into one another and falling over the edge of the enamel cliff, landing them in the small, dark space on the other side.
For the third time, Jack found his cheeks darkening with cytoplasm in so short an amount of time that it had to be a record for him when he realized that Chase, the big, bad, totally amazing bubonic plague virus was on top of him.
Hurriedly, he disentangled himself from Chase until there was a respectable distance between them. Curling his knees up to his chest, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Chase's silhouette, too, composed itself and sat upright.
There was a brief silence between them.
"That was really cool," Jack eventually said. "How you beat the crap out of those guys, I mean."
"It was nothing," Chase replied. "If I hadn't fought them, they might have gotten to you."
Red eyes widened in the darkness. "You did that for me?"
There was a snort. "Of course I did. If I hadn't, you would've been lysed."
"You could've been lysed, too!" Jack pointed out. "Why would you put yourself at risk to save me?"
Chase paused for a moment, then, "Because standing by and watching someone get killed is hardly any way to court them."
Jack's reaction to this statement was nearly lost to the darkness in the space between lip and tooth. It would've been completely lost if Chase's eyesight hadn't been so good.
As it was, the rhinovirus seemed...blank, for lack of a better word. His facial expression said absolutely nothing about what he was feeling and Chase felt a skirl of anger sweep through him at the thought that Jack might be unhappy with this newest development.
"...you're not messing with me, are you?"
Chase blinked. "What?"
"This isn't...some kind of joke, is it?" Jack asked again. "'cause if it is, it's been tried before and it's not funny."
"I'm not joking," Chase promised, even as a different sort of anger reared up at the thought of Jack being the butt of such a cruel joke.
"Why?" was Jack's next question.
The answer came surprisingly easily. "Because I like you," Chase said. "Because you are interesting and attractive and because I see a kindred spirit in you that I haven't seen in anyone in a long time."
Jack stared at nothing for a few moments, letting the statement sink in. Then, amazingly, he laughed.
The sound startled Chase, who watched the younger virus laugh and sincerely hoped he hadn't gone mad.
"Oh, thank Darwin!" Jack chuckled, a hand on his face. "That's...I mean, I thought..." He broke out into incoherent giggles again.
"You're...alright with this?" the Black Death wondered.
"Hell yeah, I am!" Jack immediately exclaimed. "Chase, you're hot and you're awesome! There'd be something wrong with me if I wasn't attracted to you. I thought all the sexual tension was wishful thinking; like I was imagining it or something. To hear it from you? Oh, man, it's just such a relief!"
Chase grinned and moved closer to Jack. "Is it really?" he asked quietly, his tone a low and very sexy rumble.
Thankfully, now that everything was out in the open, Jack did not hesitate to respond. "Yeah," he confirmed, getting close as well, "it definitely is."
Surprisingly, it was the rhinovirus that made the first move, pressing his lips inexpertly to Chase's.
Chase, naturally, kissed back with fervor. How good the beginnings of intimacy felt after so long...!
Jack made a sharp noise in the back of his throat as Chase shoved him down, kissing him as if his life depended on it. Briefly, the irony of what they were doing dawned on him: making out behind a lip, but he didn't focus on it very long as he simply didn't have the will or the time at the moment. Chase was very good at kissing though he did so as a man starved of it.
White arms wound their way around the older virus's body, Jack relaxing and signifying his acceptance of Chase's dominance. In virus circles, division (whether new cells came of it or not) was all about dominance and two could not proceed if one failed to accept a submissive role. In just laying back and holding on, Jack might as well have said, "Do whatever you want, I'm up for it."
To Chase, who had not had anyone for centuries, this was the green light of green lights.
The kiss escalated much faster than any cell with patience would've allowed it to and Jack's fingers dug into the leather of Chase's overcoat in surprise as the famed bubonic plague delved past his lips and sucked, pulling his cytoplasm into their joined mouths.
The cell-equivalent of open-mouth kissing was much different than the human version; much more intimate. Whereas full-blown organisms like humans kissed with only their tongues playing, cells kissing with open mouths meant a mingling of cytoplasm, a literal example of the expression, 'sucking face.' Such an act was incredibly suggestive and to do it in public was considered one of the most lewd, obscene things a cell could do because of how closely the act mimicked sexual reproduction, specifically the interchange of cytoplasm that was normally meant to remain in one individual.
Luckily, to Jack, obscene was a turn-on of epic proportions.
For a moment, Chase feared he might have erred in initiating an open-mouth kiss so soon into the proceedings and wondered if he was frightening away a perfectly willing sexual partner. Then, however, Jack had reciprocated the kiss, fervently sucking back and drawing Chase's cytoplasm up to mix with his own.
The taste of it was unbearably arousing for both, Chase's aged, robust essence combining with the flavor of Jack's spicy sweetness. The kiss broke and red and gold eyes met in the darkness.
Then, the scramble for nudity began.
Both viruses clutched eagerly at one another, doing their damnedest to lose their clothing while not separating from each other any distance great enough that they stopped feeling the other's body heat. The closeness made the removal of clothing difficult, but they were eager enough to couple that helping each other become naked was less a matter of charity and more a matter of similar interests.
They managed to shrug off their coats on their own, but Chase had trouble removing his grey sweater (that was now much too warm for him) alone and Jack appeared to be unable to undo with only one set of fumbling fingers the belt that kept his pants closed and therefore, his lower half hidden.
Chase and Jack were both about half-naked when the police sirens decided to start up again.
"Fuck," was the only thing they could think to say.
Immediately, they were up and reluctantly away from each other, redressing even faster than they'd stripped (if that were possible). Jack appeared to be having a slightly more difficult time of it than Chase, his mind more affected by the cloud of lust occupying it, but even he was only an article of clothing or two behind in terms of getting dressed.
As Chase shrugged on his coat, Jack finished with his belt buckle and began fumbling around in the darkness for his own jacket while his almost-lover hazarded a peek in between a crack in a nearby tooth.
The situation was less than good: there was no fewer than six police cruisers rolling up the tongue and gathering beneath the uvula, lights flashing and hostility certain upon discovering their fallen comrades.
Internally, Chase cursed. If he'd known his rhinovirus companion was going to be eager enough to want to divide with him right here and now, he'd have taken the time to incapacitate that last leukocyte so they'd have had time to do so!
Now, it would have to wait.
"How bad?" Jack inquired from behind him, having at last found and put on his trench coat.
"Bad," Chase said simply.
Jack winced. "Yeah, I figured as much," he admitted. "We've definitely gotta make a break for it. You're pretty kick-ass even as a nonfatal, but not even you can take on that many guys."
"You are correct there," Chase agreed. "A single squadcar of leukocytes with the element of surprise on my side is one thing; six or more without it is quite another."
"Six?" Jack hissed. "Fuck, do we need to get out of here!" He looked up into the dark, dampness of the enclosed space, scanning for any ray of light coming from the outside and seeing none. "Okay, if we're gonna live to see another day, Sharon needs to open her mouth." It went unsaid that he did not require this with his malleable, elastic form that could squeeze through the large and heavy (for a cell) lips, but Chase, with his not-so-malleable body, did lest he be crushed trying to escape.
It was fairly certain that neither party wanted this to happen.
"So..." Jack began, instinctively glancing backwards at the teeth though he could not see through them, "how do we get her to open up?"
"We could always bait the leukocytes," Chase reasoned. "Provoke them into firing at us, hope they get sloppy and injure a tooth or the tongue. We would only have a few precious seconds to escape at her cry of pain before she clamps her mouth shut immediately afterwards, but it's better than just hoping for a mira-"
His words were cut off by a jarring force of impact that every cell in the mouth felt right down to their nonexistent bones. The was a rumbling sound as Sharon's mouth opened on its own, her tongue lifting up and causing screams as the blockade of white blood cells was essentially tipped backwards down the throat. The two viruses trapped between the mostly-stationary bottom lip and the definitely stationary teeth were jostled quite a bit, but they for the most part remained where they were.
Sharon had opened her mouth at a very opportune time. While it was unbelievably close to the miracle Chase had decided it wasn't worth waiting for, he was not about to look a gift Sharon in the mouth.
While the mouth had been opened, there was no light streaming through, which could mean one of two things: either she was yawning with a hand over her mouth, or there was another mouth being joined with hers. Based on the forward motion of the tongue, it was a safe bet that it was the latter.
Chase took the slim chance that it was the former and wordlessly seized Jack by the arm, pulling him along as he used his mostly-harmless claws to scale the inside of the lip. The rhinovirus caught on quickly and moved so that he piggy-backed Chase instead of hanging from his arm, allowing him the use of both hands and getting them to the top much easier and quicker.
It was most largely a blur of adrenaline and motion from that point on. Jack was shrugged off of the plague virus's back and once again caught by the arm, dragged through the mouth of the man Sharon was currently making out with and up towards the brain. Briefly, it was noted that the Cerebellum Hall of the body was labeled with the name, 'Leonard' instead of Sharon's husband, Harold and the woman was mentally cheered on for at last ditching the uninterested jerk for somebody who might treat her better.
It was not dwelled on very long as the two viruses made their way to the ear and jumped ship as soon as possible, to a passing coworker, Julia. From there, they likely could've remained, but in the interest of throwing off any chance of being caught, they hid out in Julia's body for a number of hours, waiting until she got home from work and greeted her teenage son, Max before again jumping bodies.
Truly, they'd had plenty of time to resume their activities from just before their evacuation from Sharon, but it wasn't until they'd gotten settled in their semi-permanent home in the up-and-coming Testicular district of Julia's son that anything was done about it. It was clean and new, heavily-populated and popular amongst young, lusty cells looking to meet people to divide with. As Max got older, the area would almost certainly become a, no pun intended, breeding ground for prostitution and sleazy clubs, but now, it was a perfectly reputable place with many hotels that didn't really ask a whole lot of questions about your name or your reasons for staying.
Jack flopped down onto the clean, white bedspread of the room he'd rented, eyes slipping closed as the breath left him in a whoosh. "Good sweet Darwin," he sighed, "that was rough."
"Yes, it was," Chase agreed with his companion, idly staring out the window. Considering the fact that this particular hotel was in the city and there would be no spectacular natural scenery to look at, the room at least had a nice view of the Seminiferous Tubule expressway at night, the zooming lights of billions of spermatozoa driving past at great speeds.
Losing interest, he closed the shades and removed his coat, the weight of it disappearing wonderfully from his shoulders as he slung it over the back of a chair. Chase joined Jack on the bed, allowing himself to relax. A smile quirked his lips as Jack cuddled up to him, nestling close at his side.
"Next time," the rhinovirus proposed, "let's not cut it so close."
Chase laughed quietly and looped an arm around the other virus. "I could not agree more," he said. "I can't remember the last time I've been so exhausted."
"I'm half-asleep as it is," Jack confessed. "Get the blanket?"
Obligingly, Chase took hold of the bedspread's edge, maneuvering it out from under his body and sliding beneath it. When Jack neither opened his eyes nor moved to do the same, he jerked the blanket and watched as the rhinovirus grunted from atop it and rolled over a teensy bit.
"What?" he inquired. "You mean I gotta move?"
Chase snorted. "Yes," he insisted, "you most definitely do."
"Fuck," Jack muttered, even as he opened his eyes and grinned back at the plague. Slipping under the thick comforter, he scooted in close to the other cell, sharing space and warmth.
Chase was perfectly happy to snuggle back, holding Jack close to him as they both got some very well-deserved rest.
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Jack awoke much later (to his delight), when a glance at the clock would reveal that the majority of Max's inhabitants had been up and about for at least six hours. Silently grateful that neither of them had asked for a wake-up call, the young virus rolled over and was greeted with the glorious sight of his slumbering bedmate.
He hadn't be lying or exaggerating in the least when he'd told Chase he was hot: the Black Death was positively gorgeous, even more so when he slept. Silky smooth darkness pooled around his face, as if he'd fallen asleep in a puddle of distilled shadow. His expression was relaxed into a perfect serenity, not a single wrinkle on his lovely, handsome face that drew Jack in like a magnet.
Chase, of course, was immediately awake upon feeling the result of that magnetism; lips against his own, and realizing who those lips belonged to, he was soon kissing back, as well.
Despite the haze of sleep over them both, it didn't take long for Chase to end up on top of Jack and swapping copious amounts of cytoplasm, tasting what the other was (literally) made of. They rolled around on the bed like cats in heat, pawing and rubbing at each other's bodies with warm, gentle strokes of their hands. By the time the kiss broke, Jack was panting hard for breath, clutching the other virus's shoulders like his life depended on holding onto him and not letting go.
"Well," Chase purred to him, a grin on his face so charming that his soon-to-be lover felt like little more than a puddle on top of the sheets, "is this about where we were...?"
By all accounts, Jack should have been too intimidated by Chase's beauty to respond with any coherence, but one had to take into account that he was horny and here before him was a chance to get laid. Instead of sputtering shy nonsense, Jack instead responded, "Almost: we had less clothes, last time."
At this, Chase laughed. "Too right," he agreed with a chuckle. "Let's just see what can be done about that."
Again, the pair was struggling for nudity, peeling off clothing and tossing it away with all the care of a wealthy man for pennies. Shirts, pants, and undergarments were discarded with little to no concern as to where they landed and if they would wrinkle, and soon enough, there was nothing left to remove.
Chase eyed the rhinovirus beneath him with obvious pleasure. His body, now completely bared to greedy, golden eyes, was soft and slender, wiry in a way that suggested Jack was built for speed and stealth in contrast to Chase's own body-shape. He truly was the same, stark shade of white all over and Chase idly wondered how easily he could litter that pretty membrane with marks. Then, of course, his eyes moved downwards to the main event, so to speak.
Human scientists believed that bacteria were the only single-cell organisms to possess pili, appendages protruding from the surface of a cell and most often used for conjugation. This was untrue and many viruses had these. They tended to use them quite often as well, but because viruses were less inclined to engage in sexual division under a microscope like the less-intelligent bacteria that knew no better, it was widely believed that they simply didn't have pili.
It was also believed that viruses didn't have sex pili, either, pili used for the sharing of genetic material between two organisms. Even when studying the process between bacterium, scientists had decided that a sex pilus could not be equated with a human penis, but they, of course, had no testimony from bacteria or viruses who could vouch first-handedly for the fact that they didn't know what they were talking about.
Jack's sex pilus, Chase cheerfully noted, was surprisingly impressive in both length and girth and, due to their arousing activities from moments before, had already stiffened between his legs. Delighting in the startled gasp Jack gave when he curled a hand around it and squeezed, Chase leaned down to the other virus's neck, pressing kiss after suckling kiss to the smooth membrane there.
Jack shivered in response and clutched at his lover, instinctively rolling his hips upwards and crying out as he made delicious contact with Chase's own pilus. The Black Death snarled in reaction to the sensation and bit down on Jack's neck, leaving a bright red mark amongst the pale pink ones he'd already made.
"Eager, are we?" he growled upon pulling back, meeting the rhinovirus's half-lidded stare with his own.
"It's...it's been awhile," Jack sheepishly admitted. "We can...go slow later...right?"
Chase heard very clearly the hope that there would be a 'later' to speak of and he smirked. "Yes," he assured, "we can. If you're ready, now, though," a slight jerk of his hips had him grinding down against the younger virus again, relishing in his pleasured yelp, "nothing says we can't make this quick..."
"Yes...!" Jack hissed. "Now, quick, definitely!"
Laughing, Chase happily obliged and Jack's eyes went wide as he felt the very tip of Chase's pilus pressing against his own. He immediately forced himself to relax to avoid unnecessary pain.
Even so, there was a startlingly painful pressure as the most sensitive parts of their anatomy were pressed together, both of them groaning at the discomfort. There was purpose to the pain, however, and so neither pulled back from it, powering through until finally, finally...!
Jack shuddered and went limp as the semipermeable membrane of his pilus lived up to the 'permeable' part and joined with Chase's. He only vaguely felt the older virus panting on top of him, struggling to remain still as their mating bridge stabilized and created a direct contact between their bodies. Mostly, Jack was trying to hold himself still and had no time to worry about Chase doing the same.
A full minute passed before either of them could do anything but breathe heavily, and it was then that Chase reached down, laying his hand on Jack's flushed, white cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Y...yeah," Jack promised, "I'm fine. You?"
"Yes, I'm alright. Are you ready to...?"
Jack decided to display his readiness rather than speak it and daringly thrust upwards. Immediately, there was pleasure as their cytoplasm mixed within the mating bridge, stimulating the sensitive membrane there. Chase groaned at the wonderful feeling and got the message, thrusting back and beginning the age-old motions of sex. For a long time, they shared each other in the deepest way possible, enjoying the mindless pleasure that their single-cell bodies instinctively got from sharing genetic material. Rutting upon the sheets, the headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall behind them, joining the symphony of gasps and moans they made.
Were it a hotel in any other neighborhood, the front desk would have been called and they would be asked to keep the noise down. As it was, however, the viruses were not the only cells conjugating, and there were many other headboards banging against the wall to the point that nobody seemed to mind.
It wasn't too terribly long before both organisms were practically burning in lust, clutching at each other and making noises of such satisfaction as to indicate neither would be lasting very long. Chase knew this, of course, and decided an experiment was in order. He had had sex before and he had kissed before, but he had never attempted to do both at the same time.
The idea having just occurred to him, the Black Death bent down and tried it.
Jack arched wildly as his mouth was taken, a muffled scream tearing through his throat with his cytoplasm now meeting Chase's from both ends. Their bodies practically formed a circuit, their innermost components mixing thoroughly between them and bonding them in a perfectly lewd and intimate way.
For two viruses who hadn't had anyone to divide with in a very long time, it really was too much all at once.
Chase tore his mouth away from Jack, jerking his body off of him and falling to the bed as their mating bridge separated. Trace amounts of cytoplasm stained the once-pristine sheets, the viruses returning to two separate, exhausted beings.
Heavy breathing filled the air for several long moments, just long enough for Jack to come back to himself and snuggle close to the older cell. "Wow," he sighed when the ability to speak returned to him, "that was great..."
Chase grinned and allowed the snuggling, pulling Jack over so that he lie half on his chest. "Glad you enjoyed yourself," he said.
Jack snorted. "Oh, like you just hated it."
"And what if I did?" the plague virus challenged, obviously not sincere. Sex, as many agree, is like pizza: even when it's bad, it's still pretty good, and sex with Jack had been fairly spectacular for a quickie. He hoped to have many more opportunities to share genetic material with the lovely young rhinovirus in the future.
"Well, if you hated it, then, I'm way out of practice," Jack smirked. "Mind being my practice-dummy?"
Honestly amused, Chase laughed and bent to kiss his lover, chastely with lips only. Jack eagerly accepted the kiss and then proceeded to roll over, arms behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling.
"I'm thinking maybe I'll head up to the Respiratory district and overload the pressure on some phlegm tanks after a shower," he informed. "You wanna come with?"
"To the Respiratory district or the shower?" Chase wondered.
A naughty glint in his eyes, Jack asked, "Why not both?"
Grinning, Chase stood from the bed and waltzed over to the bathroom, making absolutely sure the younger virus got a wonderful view of his lean, very much naked and muscular body on the way. "I'll meet you there," he decided, slipping coyly past the doorway.
"No need to tell me, twice," Jack smiled playfully, instantly on his feet and after the Black Death.
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A/N: Anyone remember the Osmosis Chack idea I've dabbled briefly in with Anthology and Back in Business? Say hello to the origin-story. ;P
I've actually had this done for awhile, but I've been saving it so I could post it on a special occasion. I figure today qualifies and in light of that, I have something that needs to be said to Silvarbelle...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D
I hope you guys enjoy her present as much as she does! :)