Dedicated to the Real moebius in honor of a couple illos she did for me. We got to talking about what would happen if Jones got a 'potty mouth' so to speak.

Chapter 4

He didn't know whether to call this a height in the war so much as a consistant battle... For at least four weeks now the Horde had been attacking nearly constantly. The base had been and was still on full alert, everyone's tensions were running hot. Never in his life, at least since saving frank from Thrax, had Jones had to work this hard.

When it was all over everyone was in serious need of some rec time so many of those who didn't have to be on duty were gathered by the lake. Osmosis was currently amusing himself in his favorite way.. testing Thrax's patience, though he tried not to take it too far... the last thing he wanted was a sore butt.

Most of them were in the lake, Diablo wasn't as he didn't like water for whatever reason. Grinning he splashed at the Vampire. Diablo's eyes widened and he became shadow, ghosting away from it and glaring at the white blood cell.

"Jones!" Thrax barked, sounding none to pleased. When the cell looked at him curiously he beckoned with his finger.

"What?" he demanded, pulling his swimtrunks up a bit and walking over to Thrax.

"Do not.. provoke.. the Vampire.." Thrax warned

"Aw c'mon it's just water? Water never hurt anyone." he grinned.

Thrax sighed and shook his head. Didn't Osmosis know Vampires were burned by water? "Just leave Diablo alone.." he told him.

"Aw fine..." Jones grumbled and went to go play volleyball. "Oh yeah baby who's the shit!" He exclaimed as he spiked a winning ball to the game.

Thrax sighed and shook his head. You'd think the virus would be the one to use the colorful language, but oddly enough Thrax had never much like the way most swears tasted in his mouth so he rarely used them. Sending Jones a breif glare he returned to his book.

"You need to reign in the potty mouth.." Thrax told him matter of factly, not looking up from his book.

"Aw c'mon why? It's my day off!"

"You're still on base and that language is prohibited.." Thrax informed him. "I saw Northstar getting onto you a few minutes ago so don't try to tell me you didn't know it applied out here."

"Yeah well.." he paused, pretending that he wasn't about to say that very thing. "Aw shit.."

"Jones.." This time he did look up, "I'm giving you warning about cleaning up that dirty mouth when you're on base.. and around me.."

"Puh... fuck you I'm off duty you're off duty.. what's the problem?" he smirked, honestly thinking he would have to push Thrax just a bit harder than this before he'd get in trouble.. he was wrong.

Thrax put his book away and stood up, towering over the white blood cell. His eyes were blazing in anger. Really Osmosis had been earning this for a while now, it was the open disrespect that was simply the last straw.

"Don't fight me Jones.. We're in public... You would lose and only humiliate yourself."

Osmosis grimaced but knew Thrax was right. Together they headed back into the base. For all accounts it looked like they were just walking back, talking about whatever and finding somthing else to do with their day off. Diablo was the only one who really knew otherwise. He was the only one aside from Drix and their commander who knew how Thrax 'delt' with Osmosis and he felt that the white blood cell rather deserved what was coming to him.

Once inside Jones was curious as to why Thrax had brought him to his own quarters. Usually punishments were delt in Thrax's office if not the site of the infraction. "Sit there." Thrax ordered him, pointing to one of his chairs. Sighing he did as he was told, knowing he wouldn't be able to for long.

Thrax headed for the bathroom, rubbing his chin. Before he took him over his knee he wanted to have somthing on hand for that mouth. A few minutes later he had what he wanted wrapped up in a towel that he set on Jones' coffee table. He started to look at the contents of the towel but was rewarded by a sharp slap on the hand from Thrax.

"What was that for?"

"Don't look in there just yet." He said sternly then pointed to a corner. "Go stand there until I call you since you can't help being nosey."

Jones was taken aback by both his tone and his order. "But.. but... Come on I'm too old for.."

"You're too old for a lot of things," Thrax snapped, cutting him short, "and until you figure that out I'll be doing this in punishment... now go.." With that he picked him up out of the chair by the arm and gave him a firm whack on the bottom as Jones went to do as he was told, yelping slightly and blushing in embarassment. He wasn't a child damn it!

He went to his pantry just to get a bowl full of some water and a couple glasses full of the same thing for after he was finished. Normally he only got one glass but for what he had planned Jones would surely want two.

Thrax came out and set the things down on the table beside the towel and frowned at Osmosis when he saw the cell turning to look at him. He was supposed to keep that nose of his to the wall, but he didn't say anything, instead he beconed him over.

"C'mon Thrax... This is really getting stupid. Do you really have to spank me like some sort of little kid?"

"You're acting like a little kid Jones... why shouldn't I treat you like one?"

"Because I'm freakin' twenty five years old that's why!"

"My point exactally."

"Thrax!"

"Osmosis Jones!"

Ozzy cringed. Thrax never used his full name unless he was really serious. They looked at each other in the face. The virus had a certian talent for the 'alpha wolf' demenor and he reminded Jones of just that the way he was staring him down. Getting uncomfortable under the older man's gaze Osmosis looked away.

Satisfied he'd given enough of his 'alpha' look Thrax leaned forward, reached out and pulled Osmosis, resisting, down over his thighs. He fought and kicked and tried to pull away, about everything short of biting or morphing out of his grip. He knew better than that. Above him Thrax sighed and held him down until he finally stilled and looked over his shoulder, trying to use puppy eyes to make him let him up and maybe off with a warning.

"That's cute but it won't work." Thrax smirked slightly but his eyes were still firm. "Lift your hips."

Osmosis shook his head and tried to get up again so Thrax simply tucked him under one arm and reached around to undo his belt for him. He sighed. Hadn't he learned by now that he was only making the situation worse?

"No!" he protested, feeling Thrax's claws hook under both his pants and breifs and pull downward, now rendering him bare from the waist down. "Nononooo..." he moaned in embarassment. He hated this. "I don't wanna be spanked damn it!"

"Don't you know better than to swear at the one who's punishing you Jones?" Thrax warned.

"Fuck off! I'm not a baby! Lemme up!" He yelled, not bothering to pause between words and fought to get up again. He knew he'd just made things worse.

"That mouth has a tendancy to either get you in trouble or deepen the trouble you're already in.." he said calmly and held the cell's arm pinned behind his back with one hand and opened the towel that Ozzy was currently faced away from and took out a small half used bar of glycerin hand soap that had been by the sink.

"MMMPH!?!?" Osmosis protested as the bar of soap was put in his mouth and promptly spat it out. Almost instantly he felt a harsh swat on his bare bottom.

"Pick it up Osmosis." Thrax warned.

"No way!" Thrax slapped the same spot again. "Ow! Quit it!"

"Pick... it... up." His voice was calm but still very warning.

Jones turned around to glare at him defiantly so with a sigh Thrax put his hand on the cells right thigh and pushed it toward his knee a bit so that his legs were set apart then he picked up a ruler that he'd found on the other side of the sink, breifly musing over why he must have kept it in the bathroom.

"Wh.. at are you doing?" Osmosis wanted to know, confused that his thighs had been parted.

"Last warning baby... Pick it up now and give it to me."

"No.."

"Have it your way then." with that he began to spank the cell's inner thighs.

Osmosis couldn't hold back the yelp. That was a sensitive area and Thrax wasn't sparing his wrist. He also clearly wasn't going to stop until he gave in and did as he was told. After about fifteen or twenty stinging swats to his forced open thighs he relented and reached down for the soap. He couldn't quite reach it so he morphed a bit, streaching his arm to get it. The moment his fingers closed around it Thrax quit and let his legs go back to their previous position.

"That really hurt... " Jones complained as he put it into Thrax's open hand.

"It was supposed to hurt." he said simply as put it back in hs mouth and held it there. "Do not spit it out again.."

This time when Thrax let go he didn't spit it out. His disgust showed clearly on his face but he didn't spit it out. When Thrax started to swat him his teeth instingtively clenched, making him gag. It wasn't as hard as usual or as frequent. Somehow he wished it were just to take his mind off the disgusting taste in his mouth.

"Hopefully this will clean up that dirty mouth of yours eh Jones?" He particularly hated the word 'fuck' and concidering Jones had used it against him twice this mouth soaping was well earned.

Osmosis was still gagging and choaking on the bar of soap and trying not to swallow lest he get sick. Whenever he looked like he was gonna spit it out Thrax gave him a warning swat on the backs of his thighs. he whimpered and kept his eyes to the ground, trying to think of somthing else. He'd started drooling a bit, an attempt from his body to wash away the taste which only served to make it worse.

Just when he thought he was going to be sick Thrax took hold of the soap and removed it. Jones eagerly let him have it and began caughing and spitting as much of the residue out of his mouth as possable. At this point the towel and extra glass of water came into play. He wouldn't let him get up, but he did stop his casual spanking long enough for him to rince his mouth out with the glass. spitting every mouthfull into the towel.

He continued to caugh and gag a bit even after his mouth was completely rinced out. Thrax handed him a dry washrag to finish the job with by drying his face. He let the cell swallow a bit of water too to ease the dryness in his throat.

"Gonna cub the potty mouth now Osmosis?" Thrax wanted to know.

"Yes sir.." Jones said grudgingly, now oddly submissive.

"Good." With that he patted Jones' bottom before pinning him down with his left hand.

"Aw man you're still gonna spank me?"

"Clearly I need to."

"Don't!" He yelled even as Thrax's hand came down on his butt with a resounding smack. "No!"

Protesting did him no good... It never did. The fact was he was getting a spanking and there wasn't anything he could do but lay across the Virus' knees and endure it. Still that knowledge didn't stop him from trying to get away.

"Don't... you... dare!" Thrax growled and spanked him especially hard when he sensed him start to morph. "You know better!"

He didn't ease up on the spanking either. Over his lap Osmosis hissed in pain, knowing he wouldn't ease up till it was over. He wished he would. This really hurt and that Virus was darn strong! It took all his will power to keep from crying out.

Thrax shook his head. When was that cell going to learn to act his age.. Moreover when was he going to learn that Thrax had a short fuse and would go off if provoked. He'd seen it more than once. He wondered why words and warning never went through to the cell, even when he knew the consequences if he wasn't careful. It usually took a trip over his knee to get it across.

"Thrax stop you're hurting me!" He grunted, turning to put his hand on Thrax's arm to pull it off.

"It's supposed to hurt now stop squirming!" Thrax snapped and picked up the ruler to spank him with.

"OW! This isn't fair!" he hollered. "I'm not a child! Let me up!"

"You could have fooled me!" Thrax snapped continueing to slap the ruler against his bottom and thighs.

He continued with that for a bit before he paused and look at it. Jones had tensed up across his thighs. Usually Thrax pausing without warning ment he was about to make somthing worse. "I'll be right back.." He told him then led him back to the corner he'd been facing earlier. After giving him a warning not to move from that spot he went down to the nearest rec room.

It was fairly empty. Diablo and Northstar were playing table tennis and were taunting and poking fun at one another as they whacked the ball back and fourth. Rico was waiting to play the winner and laughing at their antics.

"Hello ladies." Thrax smirked at them. For once Diablo only smirked back, being in one of his rare playful moods. Rico stuck his catlike tounge out at him. "Heh heh heh. Sorry to interrupt the game but may I borrow this?" He picked up one of the extra paddles from the bin.

"Sure what do you need it for?" Rico asked.

Diablo and Northstar looked at one another. The Vampire gave her a smirk as he whacked the ball back to her. He'd seen Thrax leading the doomed cell back to the main building and figured that the rubber backed paddle was probably for his bum. Northstar sighed and shook her head.

"When will he learn..?" she muttered as she jumped back to quickly smack the ball back to her top spy. Diablo just barely missed it. "woo hoo! one point!" she giggled.

Thrax laughed. "See yall later ok. I've got a couple things to take care of and a few 'points' of my own to make."

"See you later sweetie." Northstar smiled and waved to him with her wing as he left, continueing her game.

When Thrax returned he was pleased to find Osmosis still in the corner and rubbing his bottom. After musing for a moment over how cute it was he called him over to him. The cells eyes were filled with dread, especially when he noticed that Thrax hid whatever he'd brought with him behind his back.

'I am in such deep crap..' he thought. 'This is gonna hurt..'

"Ok Jones... follow me."

He led him into the bedroom, setting what he brought with him under a pillow and beckoned him over, sitting on the edge of the bed. Osmosis had pulled his pants up to allow him to walk so Thrax guided them down again and prompted him to step out of his shoes so he could also step out of his slacks. After draping them over the back of a chair he bent him over his lap, facing the pillow with his left hand resting on his shoulders.

"Hand it to me." Thrax told him, gesturing toward the pillow.

"Hand what to you?" He knew he ment what was hidden under it. He'd seen him hide it. He just didn't know what it was.

"Stop stalling." he warned, giving the side of his thigh a swat.

Hesitantly Osmosis reached under the pillow then paused before he touched it. "Not the strap." he begged. Thrax glared at him deeply. It was a frightening look, but it got his message across. Holding his breath he reached under and pulled the paddle out. To be honest he wasn't sure whether to be releived or dread this.

Thrax brought his right hand around and held it out expectantly. Swallowing he hesitantly put it in the palm of his clawed hand. Once Thrax's claws closed around the handle he recieved an approving pat on the head from the virus. Then he tilted his head toward him to look him in the face.

"I've been leniant with you on the struggling thus far Osmosis, but I'm gonna warn you now that I will not put up with it any longer. If you try any of your little escape tricks I'm using my belt... not yours Jones, mine." The cells eyes widened slightly as he was farther scolded. "You don't want to be strapped? That's a surefire way to get it so I suggest you take my advice understand?"

"Yes sir.."

Thrax responded with a nod and then began to paddle him. Osmosis winced. His poor butt was already tender and this didn't help. This wasn't the first time he'd been paddled and most likely wouldn't be the last. He took in a deep breath and shut his eyes against the pain, clutching the sheets tightly with his hands.

"Off duty or not your adittude needs serious adjusting. This is way too much disreguard for the rules.. you take it too far." he scolded. Osmosis wished he wouldn't. "And off duty or not I am still a higher ranking officer, as were many of those who's patience you were trifling with.. What were you thinking teasing a Vampire?" His lecture was cut short.

"Geeze man wouldja stop your damn scolding and get this over with already?!" he realized his mistake too late.

"What does it take to get through to you?" He slid the pillow closer to the cell to give him somthing more substantial to hold onto than the sheets. This was really going to be painful.

"Thrax.. no.." He started to struggle again.

He felt a painful whap of the paddle as it landed firmly on his backside. There was at least a full second pause before he felt it again, harder than before. Thrax was putting a lot of muscle behind his blows. Across his lap the cell whimpered. This really really hurt.

Each smack from the paddle hurt more even though Thrax wasn't hitting him any harder. He'd spank, pause for a moment, let the pain sink in and then swat him again. In time he picked up the pace and paddled harder, wrenching an involuntary moan of pain from the hapless and struggling cell.

"Stop... struggling!" He shouted and swatted him full force once before continueing as he was before.

Osmosis gulped. Thrax had truely run out of patience. He rarely yelled at him even when he was angry. Scared now, he obeyed and stilled as much as he could, but his legs still kicked and jerked reflexively. That paddle hurt.

"I'm sorry Thrax, stop!" he begged. "It huuurts!"

"Good!" Thrax snapped, not faultering with the paddle. "You're going to learn!" he scolded, Swatting him again, "And you will no matter how many of these it takes!"

Thrax continued to spank him hard and steady, no longer allowing the sting to fade before replacing it with another. Osmosis couldn't hold back a whimper. He wanted to fight. He wanted this to be the one time he was bent over Thrax's lap and didn't cry. But that wasn't happening.

He was laying it on thick... painfully thick. To muffle another whimper Osmosis burried his face in the pillow and held on tightly to it. Where the heck did Thrax get his endurance anyway? The virus was still going pretty fast and not showing any signs of tiring. Breifly he sniffled and wiped his eyes.

His eyes were tearing up and he bit his lower lip, trying to fight. Blinking he wiped them away with the back of his hand and balled his fist. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before his sobs shook him. There was deffinately going be a problem with sitting down for quite some time.

"Oh am I finally getting through?" Thrax asked him, having caught notice of the sniffle.

Not wanting to argue farther and just wanting it to be over, Jones nodded. He didn't want to talk because he would probably start bawling if he tried. Noting the cell's apparent submission Thrax eased up a little bit, but made sure every swat to his bottom had plenty of sting along with it.

Osmosis gasped in pain, gripping the pillow tight. He was starting to tear up quicker than he could wipe them away, but wouldn't let them fall. He was bound and determined that he wouldn't cry. Nevermind the fact that he already was whether he liked it or not.

"Please stop.. I'm sorry.. OW!" Thrax had swatted him full force once before returning to the pace he had before.

Osmosis turned his watery eyes to look at the virus who shot him a stern glare. Osmosis shrank under it and looked away. Thrax hadn't bothered to remove his coat earlier and it always made him look more imposing. Man he really was in trouble this time wasn't he? He wished Thrax would at least let up a lttle with that paddle.

After a while he couldn't hold back his whimpering. He had his entire body tensed up agaisnt the pain, fighting it as much as he could, but as soon as cramps forced him to relax the pain he'd been keeping back seemed to hit him all at once and he howled out in pain. Too make matters worse Thrax, as if taking a cue, started spanking harder again

"No Please!" Osmosis begged, now sobbing openly. "I can't take it no!"

He didn't stop, but continued as the cell sobbed pitifully over his lap. He put one hand on Thrax's knee and bellowed into the pillow. He'd stopped begging for him to stop. He couldn't, there was too much crying in the way.

After a moments concidering and another particuarly harsh swat that wrenched a yelp and a louder sob from the cell, he put the paddle down and switched back to his hand. Osmosis didn't complain but he continued to cry and sob into the pillow, now hugging it tightly as Thrax's hand continued the Job the paddle had started.

Osmosis trembled and shook over Thrax's lap. He now made no effort to still his crying. It was useless anyway. It was weird. Usually Thrax would be going at full force at about this time and he would have been spanking his thighs too, but for the most part it had only been his bottom struck.

It was only Thrax's hand now and it still hurt a lot. That paddle had really done it's job. Osmosis leaned his head against Thrax's side, whimpering. He was sorry and just wanted this to stop. He'd quit struggling, he'd quit trying to fight. He no longer had the strength for it anyway.

Thrax had simpley noticed that the cell had tensed up a bit too much so he'd switched. Now that he had him relaxed he picked up the paddle again. Osmosis yelped when it struck him and sobbed harder, but did nothing more in protest. The cell only folded his arms in front of him and cried.

He whimpered. Why had Thrax picked the paddle back up? Deciding it best not to ask he just stayed where he is, sobbing quietly. His eyes stung from the tears, his face was flushed and hot and he was exausted from the crying, the pain and his earlier struggles. He just couldn't resist anymore.

Seeing this, Thrax's spanks died down and he put the paddle away. Now through he gently patted the painfully sore bottom under his hand. As sore as he was even the gentlest touch hurt and the cell flinched. Thrax kept him in the position he was in, comfortingly stroking the back of his head and assureing him it was over. Suddenly Jones pushed himself up, staying in his lap, and nesstled his head under Thrax's chin, surprising the virus with the energy he still had. He thought the cell was totally drained.

"Hold me.." he whimpered.

Smiling gently Thrax gladly obliged. His arms folded around the sobbing cell and stroked the back of his head. He felt him undo his trenchcoat and wrap him up in it with him. He was a bit over heated, but still found the warmth welcoming... secure. He sniffled and sobbed into the elder virus' neck, clutched tightly to his trenchcoat until his knuckles ached.

"It's ok baby.. I'm here.." Thrax soothed. "Go on let it out."

It was all Osmosis needed and wailed into his chest. Thrax's arms tightened around him and he felt himself being rocked tenderly back and fourth. He was being treated like a child again and normally hated it, but strangely it felt oddly comforting being in his arms now.

Osmosis sighed. He had to hand one thing to the virus. He was always so fatherly after punishing him and he never alienated him after having spanked him. He'd discovered that the more severe the punishment he got, the more cuddles he recieved afterward.

Slowly his sobs died down to whimperes as Thrax continued to hold him in his arms. For a moment he stopped and pulled the cells face away to give him a tender, forgiving smile. Osmosis refused to make eye contact, face still flushed until he felt the side of a claw gently brush under one of his eyes, wiping away his tears.

His lip trembled and another tear fell from his eye and over the claw. Once more he was pulled into the older male's embrace and this time wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tight. As he sniffed Thrax went back to rocking him and he barely regestered one of his arms sliding under his knees as he was picked up.

Thrax easily carried him out of the bedroom and back into the living room, the cells head nesstled in his neck There he sat down on the couch and picked up the full glass of water, helping him to drink it. That had rather become routine as well. Thrax was always very insistant that the cell not be dehydrated so after he cried for a long time he'd get water and he had to finish it before he had anything else.

"Shhhh..." Thrax soothed, rocking him once he'd set the empty glass aside.

Osmosis hugged him again. His butt still felt like it was on fire and he rubbed it, trying to get some of the sting out. He couldn't suppress a whimper as it still stung and he only just picked up Thrax's chuckle as he dipped the same Rag his mouth had been wiped with earlier in the bowl of cool water and gently patted it on his bum.

He let out a soft hiss, but relaxed, putting his head on the Virus' shoulder. He was still being held warmly and was exausted. His whole body ached and right now he just wanted to sleep. His eyes opened partway as he felt a gentle kiss on his eyelids from Thrax. The virus truely did care for him and used these oppurtunities to express it.

Once more Thrax's trenchcoat wrapped around him and he snuggled closer, allowing himself a slight smile. He had to admit he liked this. At least the virus never allowed him to feel abandoned after a punishment. He was still sniffling and thrax would occasionally pause the soothing cloth on his rear to wipe his face too. It didn't take long to drift off, taking comfort in the feeling of being safe in his arms.

Thrax felt the cell go limp and he was worried for a sec. Once he realised that he was asleep he couldn't supress a slight chuckle and kissed his forehead. Smiling tenderly he put the rag in the bowl and sat back, gently stroking his side and head.

Osmosis inhaled deeply and snuggled in deeper, but didn't wake up. Thrax smiled and laied back with him on the couch, turning so that the cells body was between him and the couch. Cozy and comphy Osmosis snuggled again, using Thrax as a pillow as his arms wrapped around him.

"So adorable.." Thrax whispered softly.

He didn't really want to but Thrax found himself drifting off as well. Finally giving up on staying awake to watch the still-blushing cell as he slept he slid down on the couch and put his head over Osmosis'. Yawning he held him as he himself drift off, purring softly to himself. After a few moments even that died away as sleep claimed the deadly pathogen protectively holding the white blood cell close to him.