Chapter6! Wow I'm doing a lota these lately! lol This is actually because there's a spanky episode of Kids Next Door I kept missing.. pouts I finally saw it though! After this was done. hehe. Also cause I drew a pic of poor Ozzy getting a whoopin! hehe well here ye go.
Osmosis still had like an hour till his shift was up. Things were going slow that day so he really didn't think much on putting on his headphones while he watched the moniters. He had his music turned up a little loud but that was how he liked it. He did this once in a while when he was bored or if it had been a painfully slow day like this one had turned out to be.
Bored he sipped his coffee listening to his Rock and Rap music. Eventually he began humming along with it, not really paying attention to the moniters. Diablo was on his way to relieve him of his shift anyway. He just had to turn em off when the vampire got there. After all he'd been given a warning more than once about the headphones. Technically he shouldn't have them on, but what was the harm?
Diablo usually showed up about on time for duty. Either that or five minutes eairly so he just had to check on the time and when it was ten till off go the headphones... Well today Diablo had decided to go ahead and show up half an hour eairly to catch up on a bit of missed work a recent system glitch had caused.
As a Vampire Diablo was naturally quite quiet when he walked into the security bay. He sighed at what he saw. Osmosis had those stupid headphones on again. he wasn't even allowed to carry them with him on duty much less use them.
Turning to shadows he crept up on the cell, reforming only to remove the headphones and put the cd player aside. Osmosis turned sharply only to meet the glaring face of the vampire. His face went pale. Angry Vampire was not somthing that he really wanted to see as a blood celll.
Diablo never was one to waste too much time with words and simply glanced at the player then glared at the blood cell in a form of scolding him then he got closer. Taking it as a good cue to leave Osmosis got up and tried to run off but was quickly grabbed by the creature's claws.
For a moment he was held at eye level with the chrimson eyed vampire, white fangs glistening. After taking a moment, watching Ozzy swallow he sat in the chair, pulling him face down with him, laying across the Vampire's thighs. He struggled at first but the menacing growl from Diablo soon quelled his efforts.
"You were warned and you knew.."
Those simple words having been said Ozzy felt the powerful three clawed hand colide with his backside. He couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips and tried to stifle any farther ones. He was facing the door and noticed that Diablo hadn't even bothered to shut it so anyone who walked by could see them.
He closed his eyes. He didn't dare move, especially not after hearing that the Vampire had pinned and managed to force Thrax into submission. He was childish, but not entirely stupid. He was also rumored to have hurt him in some way though he wasn't sure how.
Another thing he noticed, and was grateful for, was the fact that the vampire had left his pants up. As hard as he was hitting him it would have been unbearable had he been suffering this on a bare bum. Still he was terrified that at any moment somone was going to walk by, hear him whimpering and see him getting spanked like an unruly child over the Vampire's knee. Wanting only to spare himself that humiliation he streatched his arm, taking advantage of his elasticity to get to the door and shut it, but Diablo suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked it back with a force that would have broken bones if he had any.
Ozzy yelped and looked at the Vampire to snap somthing at him but shut his mouth before it even opened when the Vampire snarled at him. "I'm certian you don't morph when being punished by Thrax." Ozzy gulped. So Diablo knew that Thrax 'delt' with him like that..
"I... no.." He sucked in his breath, feeling a harsh swat on his rear. "No sir.." he corrected himself, figuring that was what he wanted.
"If you're so willing to risk being seen breaking the rules you can risk being seen being punished for it... I feel some humiliation is in order." That said he hoisted him up off his lap to turn him around to face the other way.
"No wait!" Jones protested, especially when the Vampire's claws undid his belt and bared him.
A bright blush came to his cheeks. Now not only was there a chance somone would walk by or in and see him being spanked, but the first part of him they would catch a glimpse of would be his bare and obviously sore arse put on display.
Diablo only allowed him long enough a rest to let that fact sink in and then began again with the same force, his hand now stinging the poor cell more on a bare butt. Usually he was fighting and kicking well beyond this point but concidering he was afraid of Diablo he figured that it was better to just lay there, but he wouldn't cry out. There was no way he'd do anything to attract more attention to himself than he had to.
He was gritting his teeth against the pain when without warning Diablo pulled his trousers back up. Confused he turned around to look the Vampire in the face. Diablo gave him one last swat before standing him up.
"That's enough of a warm up I think... Technically I should finish up your punishment, however I have work to catch up on." He picked up the CD player. "I'm taking you to Thrax."
The cell's eyes widened and he immediately bolted, but was swiftly caught by Diablo, who also grabbed hold of his 'ear' so to speak.
Diablo frowned. "Stop making things worse on yourself.." he told him matter of factly before bending him over one knee by the 'ear' and giving him another small spanking on his covered butt. "Now come, and don't try that again or else.."
Osmosis nodded as he rubbed his rear and was led by the ear to Thrax's office. Blessedly there wern't many people walking the halls, but those that did either started snickering or just basically looked at them funny. The walk to Thrax's office seemed to take forever and when they finally got there the Virus reguarded them with a puzzled look. He was wearing his usual attire; black pants, grey turtleneck and midnightish black trenchcoat.
"Diablo would you explain this please?" he wanted to know.
"I arrived for my shift to find him attatched to this..." Diablo put the CD player on the desk.
Thrax's eyes narrowed first at the player then at Osmosis. Said blood cell cringed to himself. He knew what that look ment and there was no getting around it. Thrax thanked him and walked around to him. Smirking Diablo turned on his heel and simply left, turning to shadows on his way.
"Well Jones what have you got to say for yourself. You were warned."
"I know.."
"I'm going to keep hold of this for now.." he said walking around and putting it in his desk drawer. "And, until further notice, if I see or hear of you using any sort of headphones outside of your quarters we are going to come in here and repete this procedure... am I clear?"
"What? C'mon Thrax.."
"Jones..." he said dangerously, his tone warning him not to be defiant.
"Oh.. kay... I'll try.."
"You'll do more than try Jones..." he growled, keying up the door locks. "Two words Jones... Security breech." He opened another drawer, pulling out what looked like a leather paddle and then went to the weapons rack for the ever-terrifying strap.
Osmosis tensed, especially at the paddle. Somehow he suspected it would hurt more than the strap and the strap hurt more than enough, especially concidering the punishment his rump had already endured from Diablo. Rather than go around to his desk chair he sat on a brown armchair across from his desk and beckoned him over with his finger.
"I'm not going to be spanked Thrax.." Osmosis said firmly. "I'm too old." Absently his hand rubbed his already smarting backside.
Thrax growled, he hated it when he did this. "Then why didn't you leave the headphones in your dang quarters Jones?!" he demanded. "On the contrary.. you are being spanked thoroughly get it Osmosis?"
Osmosis glared at him. Thrax's eyes flashed and he stood up from the armchair, walking over to him. Osmosis bolted for the door, but the Virus pounced on him like a cat and snagged his wrist. Osmosis morphed out of his grasp and was snagged again and pressed up against the wall. He was about to morph again when he looked into Thrax's face.
Thrax was a very angry virus. He was mad enough not only with Osmosis having broken a major rule, but he was very angry indeed at the cell having openly tried to escape. Morphing during punishment; with the exception of picking somthing up to hand to Thrax, was strictly forbidden and sevearly delt with. He was actually growling now and starting to scare Osmosis, but he held his ground.
"Thrax I do not want to be spanked!"
"Then grow up Jones.." He growled and grasped his wrist again, his left hand being placed on the cell's back with his claws touching him to warn him not to risk escape.
He went to the armchair and sat in it once more, forcing Osmosis over his lap as he did so then began spanking him with the flat of his left hand. Osmosis yelped and struggled, trying to push up off his lap but Thrax pinned his left arm behind him to make struggling more diffacult.
"Jones.. We've been through this a hundred times? Do you enjoy being over my lap or somthing?"
"Um... fuck no!" he snapped, glancing breifly at the desk where he could see the two impliments neatly lain on the desk.
"Mouth Osmosis!" he snarled and swatted him harder. "Want your mouth washed out again?"
Osmosis said nothing more but continued to kick and struggle, trying to wriggle his arm out of Thrax's grip among other things. Thrax was clearly very very angry judging from the pace at which he was spanked and he could expect not to be getting up from this position for a very long time... why in the world was he stupid enough to resist him when he knew what happened every time? Especially through morphing... That always got him a sore bum for at least a week.
"Stop!" he pleaded, trying to wrench his arm out of Thrax's grip again.
Thrax didn't waiver and continued to harshly swat the covered bottom beneath his hand. Osmosis was paniced as he knew it wouldn't be long before Thrax remembered that this would hurt more if he was bared. He gritted his teeth, but Thrax's movements matched his own and thwarted his attempts to get up.
"C'mon Thrax Diablo already got me! It hurts!" he shouted trying to yank up once more.
"Good! Maybe this lesson'll stick with you a little longer then."
"But it already hurts!"
"Well baby that's your problem isn't it? You earned this."
"Thrax stop!" He gave another sharp yank, trying to get off his lap.
Thrax's patience was quickly wearing thin and he didn't have much of it when they began this little encounter. He was nearly through with his hand and the rest of this punishment was going to be delivered on a bare butt. He glared at the blood cell who was still kicking and fighting to get free of the stronger virus.
"Let's see how well you move those legs with your pants around them." Thrax growled then felt Osmosis tense across his thighs.
"No!"
"Yes Jones!"
The cell whimpered as Thrax undid his belt and slid his pants down with his breifs. When they went it was always together and they always went. It didn't matter his state of dress at the begining, after the first few minutes he was always bare and bare until Thrax stopped, which wouldn't be for a long time at present. He felt his bottom lip tremble and he narrowed his eyes, both angry and scared. Thrax also never stopped until the cell's breaking point was reached and he was bawling a puddle of tears on the other side of Thrax's lap.
He expected the strap or the paddle to fall on him, but not this time. Thrax continued with his hand, though he didn't often do so for very long. Claws like his were somtimes a tad akward to spank with and one thing Thrax never did, no matter how angry he was, was cause him serious harm. He would have had they still disliked each other, but they did not.
Ozzy was still struggling, though not as much. He was starting to get tired, but he still twisted his wrist unconciously because it was getting sore. At the moment it was acheing more than his backside, but that would change in time. Obviously struggling wouldn't get him anywhere. It never did except increase the vigor of Thrax's spanks... perhaps a diffrent approch?
"I'm sorry Thrax please stop. I won't do it no more." he begged, trying to keep his voice down. Raising it only angered the virus farther.
"I'm sure you are Jones, but you've been warned too many times.. perhaps after this you won't do it again baby." He stepped up the pace and spanked with a bit more vigor. "Nice try though baby."
"Ow! Quit it!" He started struggling again.
Normally Thrax would have chuckled, but he was too angry and made sure to place most of his blows where Osmosis would have to sit later and was sure to feel it every time he tried. After a tug and a whimpering plea from Osmosis to restore circulation to his hand Thrax released his hold on Osmosis's wrist and held his hand on his side instead. Breifly the cell shook his hand to wake it up and laied it on the leg of the chair as Thrax's left hand went on stinging him.
Thrax was being harsh and if the spankings with the strap and paddle (he still shuddered thinking of the strap whether he was in trouble or not) were anything like what he was dishing out with his hand then Osmosis was in store for a few blisters if he was not mistaken. Of course once impilments were involved things always got worse. He bit his lower lip. He really did hate to be spanked like this.
He was wrenched from his thoughts and winced when Thrax stopped with one abrupt full force swat. He knew what was coming too and it sent him into another panic. Trying to get a footing he struggled to get up again as Thrax used the hand he'd formerly been spanking him with to hold him down while he picked up the strap from the desk.
Osmosis wasn't sure how fact Thrax was actually moving but to him the movements were slow and he could clearly see the detail of the leather strap as it left the desk and passed into Thrax's other hand. His eyes widened. This was one impliment he could never fight.
"No!" he pleaded, trying to get away again. "Not that!"
"You earned this Jones. Now shut up and take it!" With that he brought it down across first Osmosis's thighs then his backside.
Ozzy yelped, not having expected the location of the first blow, but nearly every one after it fell on his rump. He hissed in pain, gripping the leg of the chair tight and then reaching back to take hold of Thrax's ankle in a scilent plea for him to stop. Thrax held his ground, continueing to harshly strap the naked blue butt beneath him.
The cell closed his eyes in pain, gasping as the strap burnt accross his buns, trying not to cry out. No easy task. That strap was always so hard to take. He whimpered under his breath then held it, trying to will the pain away. Thrax was being slow at first. Pausing sufficently between blows so that Osmosis could feel the full force of every one.
"Stop! No!" he protested, feeling the strap burn his thighs then back up to his bottom.
It was all he could do to keep from crying out. He pushed his legs tight together and clenched. Maybe he could dull the pain, but that didn't work. Thrax picked up on it and put the strap aside to spank his thighs with his hand.
"Don't lock up Osmosis." He warned, hearing the cell yelp when the sensitive insides of his thighs were spanked. "It will do you no good."
Osmosis whined but did as he was told. He was starting to cramp up anyway and the moment he forced himself to relax again Thrax picked up the strap and began anew. He let out another whimper. Thrax really was pissed wasn't he? He let go of Thrax's ankle and clutched onto the leg of the chair.
"Stoooooop!" he moaned then cried out as Thrax struck him once full force in answer.
He whimpered again and burried his face in the arm of the chair. Thrax continued at near full force with the strap and he couldn't take it. He never could. Not this. He clenched his teeth again, hissing in pain at each bite from the strap. His butt felt like Thrax had lain his heated claw over it and burnt him from waist to thighs. It was too much.
Clutching the chair's leg tighter he whimpered and felt the hot sting of tears forming in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He didn't want to cry. He was hurting and humiliated enough and didn't want to add to it by crying. Unfortunately for him Thrax had other ideas.
"You really need to learn Jones.." Thrax scolded... "Struggling never gets you anywhere."
"Stop.." he begged again.
Thrax shook his head strapping him harder. Osmosis clutched even tighter to the chair, still fighting his tears. He hated it. He hated being punished like a child and he hated being forced to tears every time. It was embarassing as it was being spanked in the first place without being made to cry about it..
Thrax wasn't giving him any quarter either. It seemed like the harder he tried to hold his tears back the harder Thrax strapped him and the harder Thrax strapped him the harder it was to fight it. He clenched his fists until his knuckles were sore.
Finally he let out a small sniffle, but refused to show any other signs that he was starting to break down. Thrax glared at him. Didn't he realize that defiance only made things much worse? Fine. If that was the way the cell wanted to play then he would gladly rise to meet the chalange. Raising his arm highter he brought the strap back down full force.
This time Osmosis yelped loudly as every blow to follow held the same force behind it. Another blow and he gritted his teeth, letting out a hiss. This time he couldn't hold them back and the tears started running down his cheeks.
As Thrax strapped his thighs he let out a gasp and held his breath, his tears were flowing and sobs would soon follow. Thrax wasn't moved an inch and picked up the pace. Osmosis forced his breathing to regulate, trying to hold back his disobediant tears and sobs that threatened to tear though his throat if he didn't let them out.
In a last ditch effort to show Thrax how sorry he was he turned his face and looked at him, face tearstained and bottom lip trembling pitifully. Thrax saw the look and strapped the poor cell's outer thigh before returning to his bottom.
Osmosis turned back around as he felt more tears welling up and falling down his cheeks. He couldn't hold back anymore. He began to gasp and sob over Thrax's knees, hiding his face in his arm and trembling as he wept.
"Stop.." he begged. "please it hurts..."
"No... What I start I finish and your lesson is not over yet Jones.."
Osmosis's answer was to start crying harder, wiping away his own tears only to cry more. He knew Thrax was angry. Usually by this point Thrax would have stopped and moved onto the next phaze or simply stopped all together, but because he'd tried to morph... Ozzy whimpered, knowing he'd most likely be little more than a sobbing mess by the time Thrax was through with him.
Thrax had actually concidered stopping, but Osmosis had tried to escape through morphing and he was going to make sure that the cell learned not to do so. It was sure to be a lesson that would stick with him for a while too.
Osmosis had long ago given into his sobbing and cringed every time the strap struck him. He was scared of the thing anyway just because of the force he knew would be put behind it and Thrax certianly wasn't sparing his arm tonight. It burnt badly every time Thrax struck him and his poor butt was always struck when it was still smarting from the last blow.
Crossing his arms in front of him he bawled into them. The sounds of leather meeting ceullular membrane filled the room and between them the cell's sobs kept scilence from settling in the office room. He groaned and sobbed harder when Thrax picked up the pace, yelping into the arm of the chair. Maybe Thrax was getting ready to finish up with the strap?
Osmosis hissed, biting his lower lip and sobbing softly, his legs twisting and kicking under every blow. He'd been warned to stop that but couldn't help it... It hurt so bad. He could feel Thrax's claws on his back, holding him firmly in place should he try to struggle again. He'd begun to writhe in pain over Thrax's lap. He couldn't take it.
"Osmosis stop squirming.." Thrax warned
"Can't... help it.." he sniffed and yowled under a sterner blow than the rest. "Huuuuurrts! Please stop!" He sobbed.
"When you learn.."
"I've learned! I've learned!" he whimpered desperately, burying his head in his arms to cry again. He was sorry and just wanted it to stop!
Thrax sighed and stroked the back of the cell's head, continueing to punish him with the strap. This would be a harsh but well learned lesson for the poor boy indeed. Now that he had him submissive he was less likely to try to get away again, but he still could struggle in the future.
Osmosis sniffled, letting out a whimper every time the leather burnt him. Thrax didn't spare his arm. He never did no matter how much the poor cell begged for it. Thrax cared for him but when he came to discipline he was strict and unrelenting. Across his lap Ozzy was bawling out loud and tensed up, now fully regretting his earlier insubordination.
Thrax studied the cell's shaking shoulders for a moment before once more striking full force with the strap. On cue Osmosis yelped loudly and groaned out in pain, tears running freely down his cheeks and gritting his teeth. He turned his head to hide it in Thrax's leg as much as he could, picking up the distingt smell of a combination of his own tears and Thrax's unique scent plus the smell of the material of Thrax's pants. It was a little bit of a comfort as he wept and sobbed openingly.
With one last severe blow Thrax stopped and returned the strap to the desk as Osmosis's tearstained eyes followed his hand. He didn't dare try to get up for fear he'd pick it back up. As Thrax put his hand on his bottom to feel the heat from it Ozzy whimpered. The slightest touch hurt the tender skin.
"Alright baby." Thrax said gently, but in a tone that told the cell his punishment wasn't yet over. "Go to the bathroom and get some water."
Sniffling Osmosis slowly got up to do as he said. He reached back to rub his bottom but Thrax stopped his hand and gave his butt another whack, warning him not to touch it until it was over. He whimpered but complied, going to fill a glass with water.
When he came back Thrax pulled him into his lap and sat him down with his backside resting beteween his thighs. Not protesting Osmosis sat where he was, being prompted to drink the water by Thrax, who simply patted his back. Once it was gone Thrax took the glass and set it down on the desk.
"Ok baby... Lay down again like you were before."
"No.." Osmosis whimpered, "I've learned... I promise..."
He was cut off when thrax pushed him forward to be slightly draped over his arm and gave him two firm smacks with the flat of his hand. Getting the warning, Osmosis did as he said, sobbing and blushing in embarassment. He hated being treated like this, but there was no escaping it. This was how he was being punished and there was no changing Thrax's mind... ever.
"Now hand me the paddle." Thrax told him sternly.
Osmosis hesitated, looking up at the Virus with an expression that pleaded with him not to have to do such a humiliateing thing such as hand over the insturment of his own chastisement.
"Now Osmosis." Thrax glared. "Or I'll go back to strapping you until you do."
His eyes widened and he reached for the paddle on the desk, having to morph to get to it. While reaching for it Thrax's hand raised above his butt as a warning that if he changed more than what was nessicary to get the paddle he'd regret it. Fortunately the cell was smart enough not to try anything and offered Thrax the leather paddle with a pitiful look in his watering eyes.
Thrax took it from him, patting him on the head and praising him with a breif "Good boy." before raising his hand and bringing the paddle down on him. No sooner had it struck him but Ozzy tried to struggle with a pained hiss. Having anticipated it Thax's hand flew to his side and held him down. Tilting his head back Osmosis drew his legs up as much as the position would allow and held his right arm wrapped partly around the arm of the chair, his hand clutched onto it as his left hand held tight to Thrax's ankle.
Thrax's look was stern and his blows even sterner. The cell was getting the paddling of his life and he knew very well why. Had he not been so resistant his punishment would have been over some time ago. Thrax felt Osmosis let go of his ankle and let it hang down beside him, still clutching the arm of the couch with his right hand, eyes closed and tears streaming readily from his eyes.
"You're learning arn't you baby?" Thrax said gently
Sniffling Osmosis nodded and whimpered an appology before dropping his head again to bury it in Thrax's leg. It was now damp from his tears and the pathogen sighed, wondering if his former cheif in Frank could have streightened him out by using this method. Of course Frank's laws probably forbade it anyway. After all Frank never even spanked Shane!
Thrax began spanking the cell's thighs too for good measure to give his bottom a bit of a break from the punishment it had recieved. It got him a whimper and squeak of protest from Ozzy but he didn't struggle. He decided then and there that the leather paddle and the strap were equally horrable and he should try to avoid earning either one in the future at all costs.
"That isn't acceptable on Duty Jones." Thrax scolded in his best 'commander' voice. "Do it on your time. You got me?"
Osmosis nodded, "Y..yes...s..sir.." he sniffled out between sobs.
"If you can still talk I must not be doing this hard enough." Thrax scolded.
Osmosis let out a moan as he heard that and cried out, sobbing harder as Thrax's arm rose higher to put more sting into his blows. The paddle was slightly flexable, a fact that added to the sting and he sniffled into Thrax's leg, seeking comfort in the pathogen's unique scent. By now Thrax's lap was jerking slightly with every smarting blow he delivered onto the hapless cell's butt. He sobbed harder, pulling his arms under him and holding onto both chair and virus, shoulders heaving with his sobs.
He lifted his head slowly, still sobbing to look at the Virus's face. Thrax peered at him sternly, continueing the relentless paddling. Osmosis let out a moan and bowed his head again in misery. He didn't care about trying to get away, he didn't care about begging to be let up. He just wanted it to stop and for Thrax to finally think he was sorry enough for his actions.
"You learning Jones? Have I gotten through?" he asked, giving him a couple particularly hard spanks between where his bottom met his thighs, wrenching a sharp cry from the cell.
Osmosis nodded, sobbing loudly and laying his head down on the arm of the chair. Every stinging blow wrenched a whimper from the cell. He wasn't even trying to hold back anymore. He clenched his fists tight, shoulders heaving and shaking as he sobbed. His butt stung terribly and he swore if Thrax didn't let up soon he'd be litterally blistered by the time it was over.
Thrax looked at the cell's shaking shoulders, his cries muffled by a hand in his mouth. For a moment Thrax stopped and took hold of Ozzy's hand, noticing that the cell had been biting it. There were marks betwen the first knuckles of his fingers and thumb. Shaking his head he put Ozzy's hand down, the cell looking at him with a scared and pitiful expression.
Letting out a sigh Thrax said nothing and resumed spanking him. Ozzy cried out and buried his face in the arm of the chair again, hands clutching tight to the material. He was bawling rivers into it, making it wet with tears. It would probably stain but Thrax really didn't care much about that. At the moment correcting Osmosis was what was on his mind.
Thrax's spanks started to slow down, giving Ozzy some relief, but it was short lived. After letting him get used to a slightly lighter pace he brought the paddle down full force on his backside. Osmosis howled and started struggling again, but Thrax held him fast and continued to soundly spank him.
After a little bit Ozzy bowed his head and buried it in Thrax's leg again, folding his arms in front of his face to hide it. At this point all he could do was sniffle and cry and wait for Thrax to stop. Finally the Virus gave him one last blow on the butt and put the paddle away, first looking at how 'red' he'd made Ozzy's bottom then at the stricken cell's shoulders and head.
He was still sobbing, but seemed to realize it was over. Gently Thrax put his hand on top of Ozzy's head in a conforting gesture. He sniffled and sobbed a bit harder, but didn't respond much. Sighing slightly he put his hand on the side of his face to turn it toward him and was surprised to be met with resistance.
Thrax put his right hand firmly between Osmosis's shoulders, feeling him shudder thinking he had just earned himself another spanking, but the swat he expected didn't come. Sniffling he slowly lifted his head partway until Thrax could make out sore and tearstained eyes. Gently his clawed hand pulled away his arm to find that The cell had been sucking his thumb.
He tried and failed to hold back the slight smirk that crossed his viral features. In responce Osmosis turned his head away shamefully, but didn't seem to want to give up his thumb. Chuckling slightly he drew the cell up off of his lap and into his arms. He wasn't angry with him anymore.
Osmosis absolutely refused to look him in the face and preferred to look at the lapel of his trenchcoat instead, still sobbing as his tears fell tiredly onto Thrax's chest. He felt said virus shift a bit beneath him to undo the buckle that held his coat closed. For a moment Ozzy was scared, but he reminded himself that if Thrax was going to strap him again then he'd have been pushed over his lap already. Instead he felt the large coat, designed to double as a glider, fold around him and the belt redone loosely, gently trapping him inside with Thrax.
It was then that he began sobbing more loudly, pressing himself agaisnt the virus, desperate for comfort. "I'm... sorry" He whimpered between sobs and felt Thrax's arms fold around him fully, one slightly tucked under his legs, carefully avoiding his sore butt and the other around his upper back, talons resting tenderly on the back of his head.
"Shh baby.." Thrax soothed. "It's alright."
Osmosis just whimpered and buried his head in Thrax's neck, feeling the clawed hand gently stroke his head and shoulders. He craved this. Every time he was hurt so he needed it and couldn't imagine being denied. It would cut him to the core if he was and Thrax knew it, that's why he held him. Ozzy wondered breifly if maybe that was why he pulled this stuff... knowing he was earning himself a trip across Thrax's harsh lap, because he knew that when it was over he'd be held like this. Despite the painful sting in his backside and tears cascading down his cheeks he felt good right now.
"Why do you do this baby?" Thrax sighed softly as he tilted the cell's chin up to look at him. "Why do you always push your boundries just a little to far? You know I'll spank you and you know I'll be harsh. Why do you do it?"
Osmosis looked at him for a moment, his tears momentarily stilled then sniffling he looked down again, eyes watering up once more and felt himself again drawn close to the Virus, who soothed him once more. Thrax's patience had returned and he didn't press the issue. He held him like this for a few minutes, giving him a slight squeeze before standing, picking up the exausted and stricken cell with him.
"C'mon baby.." Thrax urged. "Let's get you some rest ok?"
With that he walked to a door by the weapons rack that led into his quarters. Undoing his coat Thrax laied Osmosis on the bed and removed his pants the rest of the way, setting his shoes neatly by the bedstand and draping his trousers over a chair. He left him his breif's, pulling them up to about mid thigh but not all the way.
"I'll be right back baby." He said gently as he gently removed Ozzy's thumb from his mouth, pulled the covers up to his chin and left the room.
Osmosis sniffled. He didn't want to be left alone, but he knew where Thrax was most likely going so he wiped his eyes. A few minutes later Thrax returned with a bowl of cool water, a towel and a glass of water, all of which were placed on the nightstand once the lamp was moved aside. As an afterthought Thrax removed his coat and draped it over the chair with Ozzy's pants. Somthing the cell was quite grateful for because Thrax looked so much less imposing without it.
"Ok baby come here." Thrax told him as he sat on the bed and patted the thigh furthest from Osmosis.
Slowly, sniffling, Ozzy got up, wincing when the matress touched his sore backside. He paused for a moment looking at Thrax who wore a patient, neutral expression. Whimpering he threw his arms around the surprised pathogen, but his gesture was returned with a gentle squeeze from Thrax.
"I'm sorry.." he sobbed.
"I know baby.. and it's ok now." Thrax assured him, "Now c'mon... over my lap."
Nodding he did as he was told, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He wasn't afraid of being spanked again. He knew what Thrax intended to do so he laied his head on his crossed arms, letting out a soft hiss as he felt a damp, cool cloth being patted on his bottom.
After a few minutes soothing out some of the sting Thrax put the rag back in the bowl and gently drew Ozzy up again. Figuring he was calm enough to take in the water he positioned Osmosis in his lap so that his butt was cradled between his thighs and reached for the glass of water, handing it to him. Osmosis drank in slow sips as Thrax wiped away his tears.
Not really thinking much about it Osmosis leaned agasint him and closed his eyes after having taken in half the water. He opened his mouth to say somthing but a talon on his mouth stopped him. Thrax shook his head then tapped the glass of water. He couldn't help but smile slightly. Thrax seemed to firmly believe he'd completely dry up if he didn't drink at least a full glass of water after crying like this.
It was so strange. Back when they were still microscopic they were enemies, Thrax being the killer trying to destroy the city of Frank and all who lived there, but much had changed in the virus since then. He could still be cold blooded and harsh but in diffrent situations. He now had a much higher purpous, fighting to free this planet. It seemed like the day Thrax had helped rescue him and Ozzy had seen the reborn Thrax all enemities begun to disolve.
Sniffling again Osmosis snuggled against Thrax. He tried to say somthing again but was once more scilenced. The glass was nearly empty but not completely so he drained the rest in one gulp. His insistance that he drink down every drop of water was one of the ways Thrax would show that he did, infact, care for him.
"Now what did you want to say baby?"
"I forgot now..." he grumbled.
Thrax chuckled a bit, stroking his head and then turned seriously. "Do you remember what I said about the headphones baby? Not outside your quarters utill further notice, not even off duty. Understand?"
"Yes sir.." he whispered sheepishly as he nodded and looked down.
"Good." Thrax praised and drew him close again and felt the cell's arms wrap around him.
He shivered slightly with cold and the moment Thrax picked up on it he laied him down on the bed again, gently pulling his breifs back up to their proper place, and covered him up. He noticed his face was still flushed so he picked up the rag again and began cleaning up his face. When he was done Osmosis felt much better. Smiling gently he bent down to kiss his forehead.
"Get some sleep baby." He urged then turned to go, but a blue hand closed around his, stopping him so he turned around to look at Osmosis. "What is it baby?"
"Don't leave me." he begged.
Smiling gently, Thrax nodded and prompted him to scoot over as he kicked off his boots and got in bed with the cell, holding him close. "Better?"
"Yes." he sniffled again and felt a couple talons gently stroke his face. "How come you're so good to me after?" he asked softly. No matter how much of Thrax's wrath his butt endured from his anger he would still always do this.
"Because I care." he answered simply.
Osmosis reached out and hug the virus posessively to him. "I care too.." he said finally.
Thrax smiled, stroking his head gently. He did wish that the cell would go to sleep though. The poor thing was exausted from crying and despite the punishment having been his own fault in the first place he still needed and deserved to rest. What he heard next coming from Ozzy's exausted mouth startled him to no end.
"Love you..." the cell murmered, nuzzling under Thrax's chin.
Thrax smiled tenderly and gave him a slight squeeze, begining to purr tenderly. "Love you too." he whispered as the cell faded into slumber, a smile on his tired face. He could only watch for a few minutes before he himself went off to the land of nod.
