The two men spent the rest of the day trying to find excuses not to talk to one another, both feeling a bit awkward and confused about the touchy-feely conversation they had had that morning.
Thrax had been sitting on Ozzy's bed, flicking through his magazines and books, trying to find something interesting to read.
This has to be the least cultured body I have ever been in, he thought, while thumbing through some seedy magazine called 'DNA Monthly'. He tossed it across the room and it hit a cabinet in the corner that he hadn't noticed before.
A mix of curiosity and boredom inspired Thrax to get up and start emptying the drawers out one by one onto the floor and leaf through every folder and piece of paper that fell out of them.
It appeared that Ozzy had kept each file related to all the cases he'd ever been put on. They had all been organised meticulously into chronological order and separated into binders, before Thrax had got his hands on them, at least. They had been dated and cross referenced, and Thrax was undeniably impressed.
He opened the binder that had the latest date on it, fanned through to the last few pages and found to his surprise that his name was scribbled on the top of a piece of paper in thick, red ink with a big circle around it.
He leaned in and squinted his eyes to try and decipher Ozzy's messy handwriting. He could only work out 'Muerte Roja…stupid, stuck-up pill…Chill…The Zit… hypothalamus…' before he heard a huge crash coming from the kitchen.
Beforehand, Ozzy had been shopping for some groceries, feeling kind of bad about only offering junk food to Thrax, who obviously had more expensive tastes than he did. After returning from the supermarket, he found a dusty old cook book on a shelf in his kitchen that someone had probably given to him as a gag birthday present, and chose a recipe from it at random. He was dicing and chopping as best he could, cursing all the while.
The knife must have slipped while he was chopping, as it sliced one of his fingers, causing him to yelp. While trying to grab some kitchen paper to hold over the wound, he knocked the saucepan off the workspace and onto the floor, which made a big crashing sound.
"For spit's sake!", he yelled, kicking the saucepan and sinking to the floor in defeat, while holding his bleeding finger.
That's when Thrax came darting round the corner to see Ozzy sitting with his knees up and a frustrated look on his face. Thrax rolled his eyes and softly smiled, concluding that he must be the clumsiest person he had ever come across, and bent down to pick up the saucepan.
He grabbed a piece of kitchen roll from the counter and knelt down in front of Ozzy. He looked into his eyes as he took his hand and carefully wrapped his finger with the paper, putting just enough pressure to stop the bleeding without hurting him.
When he was sure that the worst of the bleeding had stopped, he ruffled Ozzy's hair and stood up.
"I'll finish making dinner, you go clean that cut and put a plaster over it", Thrax ordered as he washed his hands. Ozzy slowly nodded and headed over to his bedroom, still clutching his finger.
When he opened the door to see his carefully organised files in disarray over the floor his heart broke just a little bit, and all the positive feelings he had towards Thrax disappeared.
He stormed back over to the kitchen, ready to let Thrax have it, only to find him skilfully chopping up the vegetables and humming. Ozzy was momentarily grateful that he was actually being helpful for once, but then remembered why he had come out to the kitchen in the first place.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?", he shouted.
Thrax turned his head, still chopping, and replied, "I'm making dinner, baby. You're welcome, by the way", knowing full well that Ozzy was referring to the mess in his room.
Ozzy's hands tensed into fists and he yelled back, "you know exactly what I'm goin' on about, don't do that, don't pretend like you don't know. Don't you have any manners or respect for other people's stuff? And stop callin' me baby!"
Thrax sighed and put down the knife, before turning to face Ozzy. "Yeah, I-I don't know what came over me… s-", he gulped, as if he was trying not to throw up with what he was about to say next, "s-sorry, Jones."
Ozzy just stared at him with wide eyes, before relaxing his shoulders and unclenching his fists. He fully understood how hard it must be for a man as proud as Thrax to apologise and admit that he was wrong. He was still angry, but just sighed and put it to the back of his mind.
He walked over to Thrax's side and watched as he prepared the food. Thrax showed him how to properly cut vegetables and patted him on the head to congratulate him when he successfully did it without cutting himself.
Ozzy smiled up at him sheepishly and allowed himself to be pulled into a hug. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around his waist and sighed contentedly as Thrax gently ran his claws up and down his back.
What the hell am I to him?
Are we...?
Ozzy looked up at Thrax, trying to see if his expression might help him understand what was going on here, but Thrax looked just as confused as he did. They let go of each other and prepared the rest of the meal.
All the ingredients were now cooking on the hob, so they left the water to simmer as Ozzy took a couple of beers from the fridge that he had bought earlier.
He opened them and went over to the sofa, gesturing at Thrax to follow him with his head.
They flopped down onto the sofa with a sigh. Ozzy looked over at the other man and awkwardly said, "so… uh… cheers!", as he clinked his bottle against Thrax's. They both took a swig and neither of them seemed to enjoy the beverage, Ozzy not being a huge fan of alcohol in general, and Thrax preferring an expensive wine over a cheap beer.
"Hey...", started Ozzy, tracing his thumb over the opening of the bottle. "I know you're probably bored stuck in here with me, all cooped up with nothing to do. What would you like to do this evening?", he sat up onto his knees, facing his torso towards Thrax.
"Whatever you wanna do, man, it's your choice", he said, gesticulating like usual but with a hint of uncertainty in his voice and an uneasy smile on his face.
Thrax paused for a moment before trying his luck. "I want to go outside, just for a walk. This flat is way too small for me to be in 24/7… no offence."
Ozzy didn't take offence, but gritted his teeth as he mulled Thrax's suggestion around in his mind. "I don't know about that… you're really not supposed to leave", he said, narrowing his eyes slightly as if to convey his apology through them. "I meant more that you could choose the film we watch, or the board game we play... I've got Jenga, Monopoly and, uh, Twister."
Thrax paused for a moment, internally laughing at the prospect of he and Ozzy attempting to play Twister, but he insisted with his initial request.
"Oh come on, Jones! I've been a good boy! I won't do anything stupid, I promise, and besides, you'll be with me the entire time. Bring your gun if it makes you feel safer." He prodded Ozzy in his side playfully, trying to make light of the situation to see if that would help his case.
"Oh believe me, I was always gonna bring my gun!" He swatted Thrax's hand away from him with a grin.
"So is that a yes?", Thrax inquired, opening his eyes wide and sticking out his bottom lip, trying to make himself seem as though he wouldn't hurt a microbe.
"Fine. Fine! Okay sure, you win. But you better stay real close to me the whole time, alright?", Ozzy said, trying his best to sound threatening.
"Oh, I wouldn't want it any other way, baby", Thrax replied, winking. Ozzy rolled his eyes and turned around to hide the blush that was quickly spreading over his cheeks. How does he manage to get me all flustered with just a few words? It's probably that stupid nickname.
"I'm not your baby...", he mumbled.
Thrax's face fell and he sighed. "What can I call you then?"
"I'd rather you called me Ozzy", he said quietly.
They were silent for a moment, when Thrax took another swig of beer, coughed and said with a straight face, "no offence, but this beer is absolutely disgusting, Ozzy."
Ozzy laughed and replied, "yeah it is, isn't it?", before he downed it in one. "It's fuckin' rank… do you want another one?" he asked, heading to the kitchen.
Thrax nodded. "Yeah, obviously!" Ozzy laughed again and opened up two more, plopping himself back down on the sofa, slightly closer to Thrax than he was before.
"Cheers to… whatever this is", he exclaimed, gesturing between himself and Thrax.
The virus smiled and clinked his bottle against Ozzy's. "Cheers to us."
The dinner had finished cooking, so Ozzy served up two plates and two more beers. The food looked delicious and he licked his lips as he stabbed a roast potato with his fork. He closed his eyes and lifted the fork up to his mouth, but then remembered who had made the meal.
He snapped his eyes open and glanced over at Thrax, while still holding the fork in front of his mouth.
Thrax smiled and rolled his eyes, before picking up his fork. "It's not poisoned, Jones. If I wanted to kill you I would have already." He took a bite, raised an eyebrow at Ozzy and swallowed. "See?"
Ozzy grinned and immediately shoved the fork into his mouth. "Mmm! Thrax, this is amazing!" He swallowed loudly and then started devouring the rest. "Fuck, and here I was servin' you pot noodles!"
Thrax couldn't help but smile over how Ozzy ate. He was practically inhaling the food off of the place, as if this meal was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
Ozzy finished the whole plate in record time and washed it down with a beer, while Thrax stifled a laugh.
"That was incredible. You're wasted as a deadly virus, you should become a chef", Ozzy said as he prodded Thrax in the arm.
Thrax laughed and took a swig of beer. "Yeah, well now that you've ruined my life and any chance I have of getting into the medical books, maybe I can explore other options. Unless your police chief decides to kill me."
Ozzy's face fell at that and he anxiously fiddled with his napkin as he thought about how to respond. "Um... I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"Jones, I'm kidding." He finished his beer and turned around in his chair to face Ozzy. "Tell me something, why did you decide to become a cop? You're not at all like most immunity cells, y'know, you're more... perceptive."
"I dunno, I guess it was what everyone in my family wanted me to do..."
Thrax cocked his head. "But you didn't want that?"
"Hmm, I would've liked to be a detective, but I didn't score very high in my immunity exams, so I got stuck as a beat cop, and they gave me all the shit responsibilities, like regulatin' traffic and escortin' pills around the body... that sort of thing."
Thrax raised an eyebrow and sat back in his chair. "I think you'd have made a great detective. You figured me out, after all, and I was impressed by how you'd organised your files all professional like back there", he said softly, pointing his thumb towards Ozzy's room.
"Thanks...", Ozzy said with a smile, before sighing and looking down, "but it won't ever happen. Even after everything I've done for this city, everyone still treats me like an idiot."
Thrax scooted his chair closer to Ozzy and put his hand on his arm. "Have you ever thought about leaving this body?"
Ozzy looked into his eyes as the warmth from Thrax's hand travelled up his arm and across his chest. His heart fluttered and started to beat faster as Thrax leaned in slightly. He parted his lips and drew a breath, his mouth suddenly very dry. They stared at each other for a moment, and Thrax tightened his grip around his arm.
"Ozzy? Did you hear what I said?"
Ozzy blinked and quickly shook his head. Fuck. "Yeah, uh, I dunno." He cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Cells can't leave their bodies, we'll die if we spend too long outside. Besides, where would I even go? This is my home, it's all I know", he said flatly, pulling his arm away and standing up. He gestured for Thrax to hand him his plate and smiled softly.
"It'll be dark soon. I'll do the washing up now and then as soon as everyone's asleep we can go for our walk."
As night fell, Ozzy looked through his curtains to check if there were many cells wandering around the street. He could only see a few, possibly returning home from work, and he figured that the streets would be more or less deserted soon, as all the signs showed that Frank had started to drift off.
He knew that he was breaking protocol by letting Thrax outside, but by this point he'd broken so many that he figured one more couldn't hurt. Besides, the tension in his flat was reaching unbearable levels, and he hoped that a walk would clear the air.
Frank only knows what would happen if they stayed locked up together for much longer. He didn't know exactly what it was about Thrax that got him all hot and bothered, but there was no denying it. Every time Thrax had put his arms around him, or pulled him closer, or laughed at one of his jokes, Ozzy felt a jolt of electricity go through him.
He leant against the wall and drummed his fingers on his arm as he thought it over.
Could it be that silky smooth voice, which sent shivers through Ozzy's whole body every time he spoke? Maybe it was those eyes of his that glowed with the intensity of a sun, making you feel like you were going to burn up if he looked at you for too long. That sensual smirk coupled with his ridiculous ego certainly didn't help. It was as if he knew what effect he had on other people, and he revelled in it.
Ozzy closed his eyes and thought then about Thrax's body. Even though he hated himself for it, he liked the way Thrax looked. Those shoulders that he rolled with every step, his broad chest, his strong arms, his tiny waist, his chiselled abs leading down to his enormous...
Ozzy shook his head and slapped himself on the cheek. "Stop it!", he hissed.
Meanwhile, Thrax was in the bathroom. He was leaning over the sink and looking at himself in the mirror. So much had happened in the last 48 hours. It had all been a strange and confusing blur up until now. He didn't really understand what Ozzy meant to him, nor what he meant to Ozzy.
All he knew was that he hadn't felt this happy in a long time. No record beating or numbers game had ever made him feel as full as when he made Ozzy laugh or smile, and he'd never enjoyed being in someone else's company so much.
He found a random bobble in the cabinet and tied his braids up with it, wanting to look good, not knowing when he'd be allowed to step outside this dingy flat again. He was wearing the dark green jumper and black skinny jeans that Ozzy had bought for him and he whistled at himself in the mirror.
"Baby, you are lookin' fiiiine today."
He stepped outside into the dimly lit hall to see Ozzy waiting by the living room window and smiling at him. Thrax noticed that he'd changed his clothes too. He was wearing a dark purple, tight-fitting V-neck T-shirt that showed off enough of his collarbone to be able to see the bruise that was left there by Thrax this morning.
Thrax raised an eyebrow, wondering if this had been intentional or not. Ozzy had paired the T-shirt with dark grey jeans, a brown belt and his usual suede shoes. Thrax eyed him up and down lustfully and whistled again, holding out his hand for Ozzy to take. Ozzy frowned and blushed, but quickly walked over to take his hand.
The night air was cool and Ozzy wished he had brought a jacket. He leaned closer to Thrax as they walked, trying to steal some of the heat that emitted from him, regretting having let go of his hand the second they had stepped out into the street.
"So where are we going, Jones?", Thrax asked, to which Ozzy only responded with a puzzled look.
Where were they going? Where could he take this virus so he would cause the least amount of damage possible if it all turned out to be a big ruse?
He tossed a few ideas around his mind before deciding. "The park! I bet you didn't have much time to see the Park of Frank while you were tryna incinerate us all, am I right?", he said jokingly, prodding Thrax's arm and edging a little bit closer to his heat.
"Well, you're in charge here", Thrax teased, prodding him back, "whatever you say."
Living in the lymph nodes in Frank's neck, the nearest park to Ozzy's flat was just where Frank's beard met the bottom of his chin. Thrax noted how the 'trees' were hair follicles and the 'grass' was cilia. It wasn't the prettiest park in the world, but Thrax just appreciated being out of that musty old flat.
He saw Ozzy shivering and pulled him under his arm, having to change his pace to match the shorter man's. They walked in silence, Thrax taking in the sights and Ozzy darting his eyes around to make sure no one was watching them.
They came to the centre of the park and Ozzy peered up at Thrax from under his arm. "So what d'ya think? I know it ain't much, but…"
Thrax stopped walking and huffed. "Well, to be quite honest with you, this body is really rather disgusting. Although I'm grateful you've let me out, I really don't know how you stand living here."
He took Ozzy's hand in his own and sighed. "You deserve better, Ozzy. The City of Frank doesn't deserve you."
Ozzy flinched at this, before furrowing his brow and pushing Thrax against the nearest follicle, pressing his gun against his abdomen and his other arm against his throat.
"You don't get to say shit! You don't get to say anythin' about my city! You almost killed everyone in this fuckin' body not two days ago, I would've lost everyone and would've coagulated in the open air havin' to watch Frank die if you'd got what you wanted back there!" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer. "You don't get to say shit about anyone because you're the lowest scum there is", he spat, slurring his words slightly due to the alcohol he had consumed.
Thrax seemed unmoved by Ozzy's words, almost expecting this reaction from him. He gritted his teeth as Ozzy took the gun and pressed it hard into his ribs.
He looked into Ozzy's eyes and said, as calmly as he could, "that was before. That was a different guy. I hardly recognise that guy anymore. The second you saved my life, you broke me out of the self-destructive cycle of breaking records that I was lost in."
There was a bit more desperation in Thrax's voice now, as he continued, "I like who I am when I'm with you, you give as good as you get and you treat me like a normal guy. I've never been able to spend more than five minutes with anyone without getting sick of them, but I've loved every second of the last 24 hours with you!"
Ozzy's expression softened, and Thrax dared to raise a hand up to cup his cheek.
"You're not like everyone else, Ozzy, and you deserve to be surrounded by people who see and appreciate you for who you are, like I do."
With that, Ozzy withdrew his arm from Thrax's throat slightly, allowing him to lean down and press his lips against his. He struggled a bit, protesting feebly, before melting into the heated kiss.
He relaxed his whole body and dropped his gun, letting Thrax hold him by the waist and pull him in closer. He threw his arms around his neck and stood on his tiptoes, kissing him back with the same intensity. Thrax lifted him off the ground and spun around to pin him against the follicle.
Ozzy felt Thrax's tongue trace over his lips, as if asking for permission, and he opened his mouth to let him in. Both men explored the other's mouth, neither one trying to dominate the moment, simply drowning in the warm and steamy kiss.
One of Ozzy's hands found itself exploring the undulations under Thrax's sweater, mapping out each muscle and enjoying the heat that was radiating from him. The other hand fisted his hair and tugged slightly, making Thrax pull his head back and break the kiss.
Thrax's eyes were ablaze with desire and he bit down hard on Ozzy's neck, before sucking on his skin and making sure to leave a bruise. Ozzy tilted his head to the side and let out a moan, but then he suddenly remembered where they were. Thrax's hand was planted firmly on Ozzy's thigh and he forced it to the side to be able to rub his crotch against the other man's.
"N-no… not here..!", Ozzy gasped, his breath catching in his throat as his hardening member felt the warmth from Thrax's bulge.
He pushed on Thrax's shoulder, trying to create some distance, despite that being the last thing he truly wanted in that moment. "Someone will see us!", he pleaded.
Thrax groaned before letting go of him and leaning against the follicle in front of him with his arm, thinking that their heated moment was over.
Ozzy quickly looked around to make sure that there was nobody about, before sliding his arms around Thrax's neck and pulling him down into another kiss. He bit him on the lip and whispered against his mouth, "that doesn't mean I'm done with you… let's take it back to my place", his eyes heavy and his voice dripping with lust. Thrax grinned and grabbed Ozzy by the wrist, practically dragging him back to his flat.
Ozzy opened the door and turned around to face the man behind him, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him into his flat. Thrax ripped Ozzy's T-shirt off him and held him by the waist as he trailed kisses up his neck, while Ozzy clumsily undid Thrax's belt and pushed his trousers and boxers to the floor.
Ozzy could feel Thrax's girth pressed to his stomach and dared to look down, his eyes widening. Oh fuck!
Although Ozzy had already seen Thrax in all his naked glory, it couldn't have prepared him for this.
Big Daddy Thrax indeed... how can he even fit that into a pair of jeans ?!
He tore his eyes away to look back up and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the expression on Thrax's face. His eyes were hungry, possessive, smouldering, and they made Ozzy feel like every fibre in his body was about to burst into flames.
He watched as Thrax pulled his sweater over his head, and couldn't stop himself from running his fingers over his chest. His skin was nothing like a cell's; it was rough, taut, warm, and he noticed Thrax arching into his touch as he traced down his stomach, feeling a vibration run through his whole body as he groaned deep in his throat; a sound so low that it was barely audible, but it made Ozzy practically tremble with desire.
He continued gently trailing his fingers downwards, stopping just under his navel, before moving around his hips. He grabbed a handful of flesh and leaned up to brush his lips against the corner of Thrax's mouth, letting a moan slip as Thrax held him by the back of the head and kissed him deeply.
He felt Thrax lower his hand and undo his belt, before he heard his trousers hit the floor.
The smell of Ozzy's cologne and the touch of his soft skin were sending throbs of desire through Thrax's body, and he kissed him harder, enough to bruise.
Ozzy held onto Thrax's hips and dragged him over to the sofa, where he pushed him to sit down and straddled his lap. He pressed his lips against Thrax's and arched his body towards him, kissing him with an intensity that made sparks ignite in his chest.
Thrax ran his hands along his back and pulled him closer, softly moaning as Ozzy started leaving slow, lingering kisses all over his chest and up his neck. Ozzy rolled his hips to grind against Thrax and tangled his fingers through his braids to pull his head back. He sank his teeth into his neck and tried to suck a couple of bruises on his skin, before letting go of his hair and lightly dragging his nails across his shoulders.
Thrax was stunned by this unexpected display of dominance and carnal desire from the man on top of him. Normally he was the one to take charge in the bedroom and, well, in every other aspect of his life too, yet here was little Ozzy, daring, assertive, forceful, taking complete control over everything, and it was driving Thrax wild.
He pulled Ozzy into another kiss and trailed his claws over his stomach, moving ever so slowly downwards.
Ozzy gasped as he felt Thrax wrap his hand around his cock and part his lips with his tongue. He instinctively grabbed onto his wrist, suddenly very aware of how close he was to his claw, but shut his eyes and melted into his chest as Thrax began to move his hand.
He slid his fingers through Thrax's hair before gently trailing them down his neck and over his shoulders, moaning as Thrax tightened his grip slightly.
He broke the kiss and leaned back, giving Thrax more room to manoeuvre. Thrax put his hand on Ozzy's back to support him and to make sure he stayed in this position as long as possible. He looked him up and down and bit his lip.
Ozzy was still straddling his thighs, legs wide apart, chest heaving and body arched towards him. His head was tilted back and his mouth was slightly open as he panted heavily and moaned quietly over what Thrax was doing to him.
Fucking hell, he's perfection.
Thrax started slow, moving his hand up and down his shaft in a gentle rhythm, trying to savour the view he had in front of him. He had never been more attracted to anyone in his life and couldn't believe that this was really happening.
He knew that his feelings for Ozzy had grown over the last day and had sensed something similar in the other man too, but never expected anything to happen so fast. He definitely had no idea that Ozzy held these types of feelings for him.
He watched, entranced, as Ozzy threw his head back and moaned his name, and Thrax wished that this moment would never end.
Ozzy, however, wanted to turn it up a notch, and he reached over to take something out of the side table drawer.
He applied some lube to his fingers and sat up on his knees. He reached an arm around behind him, and Thrax's eyes widened as he watched Ozzy slip a finger inside himself; he didn't know what he was expecting to happen on this sofa, but he hadn't expected this!
Ozzy bit his lip and shut his eyes as he added another finger. Thrax trailed his hands round Ozzy's hips and grabbed two handfuls of flesh, savouring the way Ozzy let out a moan as he sank his claws into his soft skin.
He gazed at the man in front of him, watching how his eyelids flickered with every stroke, relishing every sound that escaped his lips, feeling his thighs tremble around his own as he slid his fingers back and forth.
Ozzy grabbed onto one of Thrax's wrists and guided his hand back round to his front, moaning when he felt him wrap his hand around his cock. He reached out to take a fistful of Thrax's hair and pressed their foreheads together.
"God… Thrax…"
He opened his eyes and gazed into Thrax's, his breathing becoming steadily more ragged and his moans louder.
Ozzy pulled away, a look of pure want and desire melted over his face. His eyes were heavy and lidded, and he gently pulled his fingers out to squeeze some more lube into his hands.
It had been a while since he'd been intimate with anyone, and he was desperate to know how Thrax felt inside of him. He wanted to ride this deadly virus until he was moaning his name. He wanted to show him who was really in charge here. He wanted to feel the heat.
"Are you sure that you're ready?", Thrax said through heavy breaths as Ozzy applied the lube over his shaft.
"What, you think I can't take it?", Ozzy whispered, "I've had bigger than you."
Of course, he was lying, spewing absolute bullshit, and both of them knew it, but with all the confidence in the world, Ozzy eased himself down.
He immediately hissed at the burning sensation and dug his nails into Thrax's back. "Ah! Fuck, shit, balls!"
Thrax laughed and wrapped his arms around him to pull him into a deep kiss. Ozzy opened his mouth to let his tongue in and moved his hips from side to side, slowly pushing down until their bodies met.
He broke away to lean back onto one of Thrax's hands to the same position he was in before and started slowly rolling his hips, gazing into his eyes and moaning softly. He watched Thrax carefully, taking in every sound, every movement, every change of expression.
Despite his inebriated state and the confusing feelings he held for the man in front of him, Ozzy was still very aware that this was the same bloodthirsty virus that had tried to kill him only yesterday, and he knew that what he was doing right now was incredibly dangerous. Thrax could very easily have a change of heart and decide to kill him here and now, but for some reason, this thought only turned Ozzy on even more.
He tilted his hips towards him and felt a jolt of pleasure run through his body as the ridges of Thrax's length rubbed against a particular spot. He bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut as he kept grinding on top of him, slowing down the pace to try and concentrate on hitting that one spot every time.
Thrax's face was a picture of ecstasy. He looked at the man in front of him through heavy-lidded eyes and let a small smile creep over his face. This smile was wiped away, however, as he suddenly felt something surge in his chest. Fuck.
He cocked his head and caressed Ozzy's cheek, watching as a blush spread across his face, how his hair was now hanging messily over his forehead, the way he softly moaned his name. Thrax felt himself getting lost in him, feeling intoxicated by this emotion that was burning away inside of him, threatening to boil over.
He felt the surge again as Ozzy wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned in closer.
Fuck!
Then, Ozzy suddenly opened his eyes. They were brimming with desire, burning with passion, so molten they stole the breath from Thrax's lungs.
Fuck...! He stared back at Ozzy with wide eyes as he tried to understand this feeling, the feeling that had been building within him since last night. He leaned forward to brush his lips against Ozzy's, gasping as his hands were pinned to the back of the sofa.
Deep down, Thrax knew. He knew what this feeling was, what it meant. His gut was telling him to ignore it, to disregard it, to stop this before it got any deeper, but he found it hard to listen when he felt Ozzy's soft breath on his neck as he brushed his lips over his skin.
He leant his head back against the sofa and shut his eyes, sighing as Ozzy gently sucked on his neck and continued grinding on top of him.
Thrax was not one to indulge his emotions; he never usually let himself feel anything outside of pride, anger or disdain. He was definitely not one to fall first, or even fall at all. Yet here he was, holding Ozzy so tightly, as if he didn't want to ever let him go, pulling him into kiss after kiss, feeling the need to breathe him in.
He wanted time to freeze, for the world to stop spinning, for his mind to stop racing and let him focus on the here and now.
He felt almost... disappointed when the pressure started to build between his legs, secretly wishing that this moment could last forever.
He pulled Ozzy into him until their bodies were pressed together and started rocking his hips to push into each of his thrusts, wanting to be closer to him. The extra friction made them both groan, and Ozzy scratched down Thrax's back, watching as he tilted his head back and whispered his name between heavy breaths.
Ozzy grabbed his face and kissed him, feeling the vibrations of his moans and the heat spreading through his nucleus as Thrax finished inside of him.
Thrax dug his claws into Ozzy's hips as he continued to slowly thrust into him through his orgasm, desperate to make this moment last as long as he could. Ozzy broke the kiss and grabbed him by the wrists to make him let go, glaring down at him, almost as a warning.
Thrax smirked and kissed him again, whispering against his mouth, "I won't hurt you, baby." He looked down to see a soft orange glow swirling around Ozzy's body, pulsating through him and lighting him up from within. As if he could get any more gorgeous? Lord help me.
Ozzy looked down too and quietly gasped. He brought his hands up to his mouth and looked Thrax in the eyes with a worried expression. "I-is that safe?"
Thrax smiled and nodded at him. "Perfectly safe." He gently stroked Ozzy's cheek for a moment, before grabbing him around the waist and lifting him up.
He turned around and forced Ozzy down onto the sofa so that the back of his head was resting on the sofa arm. He leant over him and went back in for another kiss, before grinning and giving Ozzy a look that made him feel like fire was coursing through his whole body. He could tell by Thrax's expression that whatever was going to happen next was going to be good.
Thrax left small kisses all over Ozzy's chest and stomach as he headed downwards, making him shake with anticipation.
Ozzy let out a sharp gasp and arched his back as he felt Thrax's wet heat engulf him. He'd never felt anything like this before. It was warm, warmer than normal, and made every muscle in Ozzy's body soften, while igniting every nerve.
Thrax dug his claws into his hips and lifted them up, holding him in place as he slowly used his mouth on him.
Ozzy let out moan after moan over what Thrax was doing to him, losing himself in the moment. He threw his head back and buried his fingers in Thrax's hair, crying out his name, but then suddenly remembered his neighbours.
His hands shot up to cover his mouth, trying to muffle his noises. Thrax raised an eyebrow and removed his mouth from around him, making him whine in protest.
Thrax tutted, reached up to grab Ozzy by the wrists and forced them away from his mouth. "Let me hear you, baby", he purred. Ozzy nodded quickly; he was so desperate for Thrax's mouth to be back on him that would have done almost anything he told him to at that point.
Thrax let go of his wrists, and Ozzy immediately plunged his fingers back into Thrax's hair, pushing him down to where he needed him. He started gasping and moaning once more as he felt the warmth enshroud him again.
It was intense, so intense that he felt like he was going to burn up. Thrax could feel Ozzy's body moving back slightly, so he grabbed him by the hips again and held him down, loving the way he was clawing at his shoulders, how his thighs quivered around his neck, the tiny whimpers that escaped his lips.
You're not getting away from me, baby. Not this time.
Thrax looked up at him, watching as ecstasy spread across his face and enveloped his whole body as his back arched against Thrax's hands holding him down. His hips started to buck and his breath caught in his throat.
"Holy shit...T-Thrax..!", he cried out, scratching down Thrax's arms and wrapping his legs around his neck. It was as if lightning was shooting up his spine, extending over his chest and down his arms. He gasped as he felt it again, and again, weakening slightly with every pulse.
He slowly opened his eyes and relaxed his whole body, stroking up and down Thrax's neck as he rode out his tremors.
"Fuck..."
He remained there for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling and trembling, before Thrax pulled his mouth off of him and carefully moved him across so that he could lay beside him on the sofa.
Ozzy turned to face Thrax and slid his arms around his neck. They both lay there for a while, just listening as their breathing slowed. Thrax went to kiss Ozzy on the cheek, but Ozzy turned his head and gave him a big kiss on the lips.
Thrax broke away and stared into his eyes for a moment. He grinned at him and said in a low voice, "well, that was unexpected... you're incredible."
Ozzy smiled and nuzzled his face into Thrax's neck. "You're not half bad either."
Thrax chuckled and stroked Ozzy's shoulder. "I hate the thought of you sleeping on this awful sofa another night." He gestured with his head towards Ozzy's room. "Do you wanna...?"
Ozzy hesitated for a moment. Even though they'd already slept together, actually sleeping together seemed like he would be crossing a line, a point of no return.
"You don't have to, y'know, if you prefer sleeping here. I'll even let you use my sweater as a blanket if you want", Thrax said with a smirk.
Ozzy grinned and prodded him in the cheek. "Dickhead, it's my fuckin' bed!" He lifted his head and gestured towards his room. "C'mon then, if you insist."
Thrax pulled him into another kiss, before patting him on the thigh to get him to stand up.
Ozzy's legs were a little weak from before, so Thrax put his arm around him and they walked to the bedroom together, avoiding all the scattered papers and documents on the floor as they reached the bed.
Thrax slumped onto the bed and opened his arms for Ozzy to join him.
"Lemme get my jammies on first…", he uttered, as he pulled on his PJ bottoms. They were lime green with little aliens on them, and way too short on his legs, barely reaching halfway down his shins.
Thrax raised an eyebrow and smirked, wondering about how long he'd had them. Jesus Christ, he's adorable.
Ozzy slid into bed and snuggled up against Thrax's chest, putting one leg over his thighs and one arm around his neck. "Mmm, you're so warm."
Thrax had one arm around Ozzy and the other hand was combing through his hair, lulling him to sleep.
When he heard Ozzy snoring and was confident with the fact that he was asleep, he stopped stroking his hair and leaned his face into the top of his head.
He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, or how Ozzy would react once he'd woken up. He'd most probably feel confused over what had happened between them, maybe even angry, but Thrax simply smiled.
All he knew was that he hadn't felt this truly happy in a long time, and was content to just have Ozzy in his arms, even if it would only be for tonight.
He planted a soft kiss on his head, closed his eyes and drifted off.