They had been at the hospital for a week now, and Ozzy was starting to get restless.

"Look, I'm all better, can we leave now?", he whined.

"You can barely even shower by yourself. How do you expect to leave here?"

Ozzy gestured at his face and chest. "But look, most of my bruises have gone!"

Thrax shook his head. "A few more days, baby, just until you can do things on your own again. You cells heal fast though, I'll give you that. I'd be out for months if I had your injuries. Also the fact you've got virus DNA circulating around you probably didn't hurt. You're a lot sturdier than most cells."

Ozzy suddenly remembered what had happened with the cuffs. He frowned and muttered, "um, I was wonderin'. Back there with Scarlet Fever, when I was tied up, I couldn't escape. As in, I couldn't wiggle out of the cuffs like I usually can. Has that got somethin' to do with your DNA?"

Thrax looked stunned, and then a bit bashful. "I don't know, I've never really stuck around long enough to see all the effects before…"

Ozzy blinked quickly, before sighing. "Fine, but am I gonna keep changin' every time we, y'know…?"

Thrax shook his head and put his hand on Ozzy's knee. "No, my DNA has already altered your body as much as it ever will. You'll stay as you are now."

Ozzy nodded and remembered the second question he had wanted to ask Thrax since meeting Scarlet Fever. "Also somethin' else I noticed, she had a white patch on her face and in her hair. Is that a part of her, like, was she born like that, or did somethin' happen? It caught my attention, is all."

"No, she wasn't born like that. It happened right in front of me. She had a close call with some medical grade alcohol. She was lucky to survive, it's nasty stuff. Can burn a virus from the inside out slowly. Horrible way to go."

Ozzy just stared at him. He never knew that viruses could be killed so easily. He lay back against the pillow and groaned. "Argh, I'm so bored, can't you just fuck me already?"

Thrax's eyes widened and he started laughing loudly. "Ozzy, no, not until you're better."

"Oh, you're no fun", Ozzy mumbled as he turned around to face the wall. He wasn't really mad at Thrax, and he definitely didn't want to appear so childish in front of him, but he was just so sick of being stuck in this hospital.

He sighed and started chewing on the skin around his thumbnail. He'd taken a huge risk in leaving Frank, hoping to experience a new, exciting life with Thrax away from all the prejudices he was constantly surrounded by before.

However, as always, luck wasn't on his side, and his first full day away from his old life started with him getting kidnapped and brutally beaten.

He looked at his arm and saw the faint bruises under his membrane. Most of his injuries had healed, but Thrax was right, he could barely even walk properly yet. He turned to lay on his back and looked up at Thrax. "Sorry, I'm just fed up, is all."

Thrax squeezed his shoulder and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He picked up the puzzle book that he had bought for Ozzy and flipped through the pages to see that he had only attempted one of the crosswords.

He smiled to himself when he saw that he'd tried to force the word 'DONUTS' into 5 down. After reading the clue 'overly sweet, saccharine', he picked up a pen and corrected it to 'cloying'.

Ozzy turned his head to look at Thrax again. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked quietly.

"One of your crossword puzzles."

"Hmm", Ozzy replied. He stared blankly at the ceiling, listening to the sound of Thrax softly humming and filling in the rest of the crossword. "How did you find me?"

Thrax looked up from his puzzle with a frown. "What do you mean?"

Ozzy turned onto his side and held his head up with his hand. "How did you know where Scarlet Fever was holdin' me? What did you do when you saw I was missin'?"

Thrax lowered the puzzle book and narrowed his eyes. "As soon as I walked in the room and saw the state of it, and your… cytoplasm all over the floor, I… well, I lost it, basically."

"But how did you know where to look?"

"Scarlatina had left a note on the bed. She wanted me to find you, or rather, find her. She probably thought we would get back together if you were out of the picture."

Ozzy widened his eyes. "Will she keep following us then?"

Thrax shook his head. "You don't have to worry about her anymore."

"Oh…", Ozzy said quietly as he looked down at the hypothalamus chain around his wrist. He said this was around her neck…

Thrax cleared his throat and stood up. "Okay, baby, I'm gonna head out to get us some food", he placed the crossword book on Ozzy's stomach, "and I want to see you complete at least one of these by the time I get back."

After a couple more days, Ozzy was considered medically fit to leave, and true to their word they packed up and went to leave the body. Ozzy held onto Thrax as they left through the mouth. As he looked down, he could see they were in a crowded shopping centre.

"Looks like we're in luck, baby. We've got our pick of bodies", Thrax said from above, "what kind of human takes your fancy?"

Ozzy started looking, but was overwhelmed by all the movement around him. "Uhh, I dunno, I've never..."

Thrax gestured with his head for him to look at a group of women sitting in a corner who seemed to be in their 30s. One of them in particular had piqued his interest: she was slim, wearing gym attire and eating a salad.

"Hey, Oz, how about I show you what a body should look like when someone actually takes care of themselves? After that alcohol saturated, chicken grease-covered, nicotine stained city that you're used to, it'll blow your mind."

Ozzy agreed and they glided down to land on the woman.

Thrax found the most luxurious hotel in the whole body. He told the receptionist that they were a couple on holiday and that they didn't know how long they would be staying. He added that they wanted absolute privacy and that they shouldn't be disturbed under any circumstances.

Before she could answer, he slammed some money on the counter in front of her and lowered his sunglasses. "Will that be enough?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

She raised both her eyebrows and nodded quickly, snapping up the money, and told them to follow her. When she opened the door to their room, Ozzy's jaw hit the floor. The bed alone was bigger than his whole bedroom back home and the décor was the fanciest he had ever seen. He threw his backpack onto one of the chairs and started to run around all the rooms.

Thrax grunted at the receptionist, told her to leave, and shut the door behind him.

Ozzy started speaking at a speed only he could match, telling Thrax about all the different rooms as he ran through them. "Look at the size of the bath! Thrax, come feel how soft the towels are! No no no, Thrax, come here and look at the fridge! I think it's taller than you. And holy shit they have a whole living room in here, with a flat screen TV!"

Thrax laughed to himself, happy to see Ozzy so cheerful again. As he ran past, Thrax picked him up by the waist and pulled him into a hug. Ozzy wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, whispering, "thank you for everything over these last few days."

"Do you like it here, baby?"

Ozzy nodded quickly. "Yeah, it's fuckin' amazing!"

Thrax grinned and pinched his cheek. "Good, I'm glad. It's the least I could do after what you went through."

He pulled Ozzy into a heated kiss and staggered over to the bed, where he slung him down. He patted his legs for him to open them so he could kneel between them, placing his hands on either side of his head.

"Do you understand how much I love you? Because I don't think you do."

Ozzy laughed and blushed slightly, trailing his finger down his chest. "No, you gotta tell me again."

Thrax grinned and raised an eyebrow. "How about I show you instead?"

He leaned back onto his knees and took off his shirt, before helping Ozzy out of his and tossing them both to one side. He went back down and kissed his neck, earning a sigh from the man below him. Thrax worked his way down slowly, kissing and biting all over his collarbone, chest and stomach. Ozzy was squirming around underneath him, having desperately missed this kind of attention.

Thrax reached just below his belly button and left little kisses all over, while undoing Ozzy's belt and slipping his trousers off. He stopped when he saw his boxers and laughed; they were white with little red hearts. "Wow you're really pulling out all the stops with these pants, Jones, I mean who could resist?"

"Hey, I think they're cute", Ozzy said, blushing harder as Thrax caressed his stomach just below the elastic on his boxers with his claws.

"Oh, I agree, they make you look downright adorable, but I prefer you…", he pulled them over Ozzy's legs and threw them on the floor, "...like this."

Ozzy didn't have time to react before Thrax had pulled his legs up over his shoulders. He grabbed his butt and pushed it upwards so his crotch was just in front of his face. Ozzy shut his eyes and bit his lip, looking forward to what was going to happen next, but after a few seconds of feeling nothing, he opened his eyes again to see Thrax looking at him with a big grin across his face.

Thrax didn't move. His mouth was mere micrometres away from where Ozzy desperately needed it, and his hands were still holding his hips, but there he was, just staring at him.

Ozzy frowned and asked what was wrong. Thrax stopped grinning and tried to put on a serious face. "I don't know what you want me to do… you gotta tell me."

Ozzy felt his blush spread all through his body. He knew what Thrax wanted him to say, but he was too embarrassed. He whined and told him to stop being such a twat and get on with it.

Thrax raised an eyebrow and continued to feign ignorance, before kissing one of Ozzy's thighs. "Is this what you want?" Ozzy rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No? How about… this?", Thrax lightly ran the flat side of his claw down Ozzy's stomach.

"Noooo!", Ozzy groaned and gritted his teeth, glaring down at him. Thrax smirked, he was having way too much fun playing with Ozzy like this, and he wondered just how much he would be able to take.

"Okay, well if you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know what you want?", he uttered, before slowly licking up Ozzy's inner thigh and stopping just at the crease where his leg met his body. Ozzy couldn't take much more of this teasing; he bit his lip as his legs started to shake from the anticipation.

He groaned and mumbled quietly, "I-I want your mouth on me…"

Thrax raised an eyebrow again, before shutting his eyes and saying, "sorry, I couldn't hear you." He stuck out his tongue and gently ran it under Ozzy's shaft, softly moaning as he did so.

Ozzy was at his breaking point. It had been well over a week since he and Thrax had been intimate, and all this teasing was driving him crazy. He needed Thrax on him, now.

He screwed his eyes shut and fisted the bedsheets under his hips. "I want you to blow me until I can't remember who I am and then I want to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow it!", he shouted, before widening his eyes and covering his mouth in disbelief at what had just come out of it.

Thrax's eyes lit up and a devilish grin spread across his face. "Oh, good boy", he purred, "now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Ozzy was about to insult him when Thrax pulled him by the hips and took all of him in his mouth in one go.

Ozzy gasped and threw his head back. It seemed like an eternity since he had felt Thrax's warmth around him, and the pleasure that was now surging through his body made all the pain he had suffered during the last ten days feel like a distant memory.

Thrax lowered Ozzy down onto the bed and spread his legs wider, his claws dancing up the inside of his thighs. He moved slowly with his mouth, wanting to take his time and savour every second of having Ozzy like this.

Every so often, he would gently brush past Ozzy's entrance with one of his claws and look up to see his reaction.

On each occasion his eyelids would flicker and he would buck his hips slightly, tightening his grip on the sheets.

Suddenly, Thrax had an idea. He took his mouth off of Ozzy before gently running his tongue down his shaft. He continued downwards some more until he reached his entrance and pressed his tongue against it, making Ozzy's breath catch in his throat.

He had never had anyone's mouth there before. Thrax applied more pressure with his tongue and started moving it around, while holding Ozzy's hips firmly in place.

Ozzy arched his back and started moaning loudly as he began to enjoy this new sensation- it felt as if Thrax was devouring him, in the best way possible. Thrax pushed Ozzy's legs back so that his thighs were pressed against his stomach, giving him both better access and a clear view of his face.

Thrax's favourite part about sex with Ozzy were the expressions and noises he made when he was doing something he liked. In those moments he wasn't the slightest bit shy or embarrassed, and he always gave himself over to Thrax, mind, body and soul. He let himself go completely, and Thrax loved knowing that it was him who had turned him into such a writhing, moaning, quivering mess.

Thrax felt a throb run through him as he looked him over: brow furrowed over heavy-lidded eyes; cheeks completely flushed; lips slightly parted, letting the occasional moan of Thrax's name slip past them amongst the panting; hands fisting the sheets around his head; thighs trembling around Thrax's neck.

Jesus Christ on a bicycle. He's gorgeous.

Thrax wondered what other noises he could get him to make. He took him in his hand and started stroking him, pressing harder with his tongue.

"Ah… fuck… Thrax!", Ozzy yelled, curling his toes and throwing his head back. He spread his legs as far apart as he could and gripped the sheets around his hips as he continued moaning softly over what Thrax was doing to him.

Thrax pulled away for a moment to grab a pillow from the bed, smirking when he heard Ozzy whimper. He lifted Ozzy's hips and stuffed it under him, and then reached over to his backpack to pull out a bottle of lube. Ozzy watched as he started applying the transparent substance over his claws, and his eyes widened, realising what was going to happen next.

Thrax kneeled back down between Ozzy's legs and caught his eye, rubbing lazy circles around his entrance with two of his claws.

He raised an eyebrow, asking for permission, and Ozzy nodded and bit his lip. It wouldn't be so bad, right? Thrax was big; bigger than anyone Ozzy had ever been with before, and he'd been able to take him just fine. His claw would surely be no different, right? Right?!

He gasped and clenched his teeth as he felt Thrax slowly push one claw inside. Wrong!

He took a sharp intake of breath and bit down on his hand, trying to distract himself from the discomfort he felt between his legs as Thrax pushed deeper. Although Thrax's cock was much thicker than his killer claw was, it wasn't nearly as long, and definitely nowhere near as pointy. Piss, shit, fuck, what a stupid idea!

Thrax felt Ozzy tense up around him and stopped moving his claw. He leaned over him and dropped a few kisses on his forehead while stroking his cheek. "Try to relax", he whispered, before pressing his lips against Ozzy's.

Ozzy broke the kiss and shook his head. "I don't like it…"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Ozzy nodded, quietly gasping as Thrax pushed up, feeling a throb of pleasure shoot along his spine and up into his throat. He wrapped his arms around Thrax's neck and pulled him down, while tilting his hips upwards.

Thrax smirked and continued to slowly pull his claw out. "Okay, well, I'll stop then…"

Ozzy dug his nails into Thrax's back and glared at him. "Don't you fuckin' dare."

Thrax laughed and left slow kisses up his neck as he started steadily sliding his claw back and forth, grazing that spot inside him with every other stroke.

He added a second claw and curled them round to add more pressure, making Ozzy cry out and throw his head back. His reaction sent a throb of desire through Thrax's body, and he knelt back between his legs so he could focus on that spot, drawing his claws in and out of him.

Thrax's eyes glided over Ozzy's body. It was almost hypnotic to watch the way his back would arch slightly over every slow stroke, his hands clenching around the sheets, the marks slowly fading in the soft skin around his thighs from where Thrax had dug his claws in.

He then raised his head to look Ozzy in the eye, his braids hanging over his face and his eyes hazy, and whispered, "you have no idea how good you feel."

Ozzy didn't respond, or rather, couldn't respond. Every stroke was sending jolts, shocks and waves down through his thighs and up over his stomach. Hot, tingly, almost painful, like lightning shooting down his legs and electricity pooling in his toes. He lifted his head and gazed at Thrax for a moment, before his eyes rolled back and his head fell down into the pillow again.

Yes, he knew how good he felt.

Thrax's claws quickened, pressing harder, and Ozzy arched his back as he felt the pressure rising in him like a tide.

His legs were shaking violently and he dug his heels into Thrax's shoulder blades, looking for some purchase. Thrax applied more pressure and watched as Ozzy's hips started to buck, his moans quickening.

Thrax took this as his cue to carefully pull his claws out. He grabbed Ozzy by the hips and pulled him up so that his thighs were around his neck, taking him in his mouth again. He dug his claws in so tight it was enough to bruise, and held him firmly in place as he looked down at him, taking in every expression, from the slight furrow of a brow to the flicker of his eyelids.

Ozzy felt as though waves were crashing down on him as he came, and he thrust his hips upwards while clawing at Thrax's thighs below him to have something to hold onto. He threw his head back and let out a ragged cry, screaming Thrax's name for everyone in the hotel to hear.

When his hips had stilled, Thrax took his mouth off him and lowered him back down on the bed. He knelt between Ozzy's legs and put his hands beside his head, leaning over him. Ozzy opened his eyes and smiled weakly. "Holy shit."

Thrax grinned and kissed Ozzy on the cheek, before looking him up and down. "Oz, do you have any idea how sexy you are? You're the hottest thing I've ever seen." Ozzy's smile widened and he reached up to start shakily undoing Thrax's belt, but his hand was swatted away. "Do you really think you'll be of any use to me right now? Relax, save it for later, baby."

Ozzy let his arms fall to his side and nestled into the sheets below him. Between the silk, Thrax's body heat and the afterglow of his orgasm, he'd never felt so good. He sighed and stretched his arms, before saying, "so what do you wanna eat?"

Thrax looked at his wrist, as if checking the time. "Oh look, it only took you twenty minutes to start asking about food. I had hoped you'd last at least an hour, Jones."

Ozzy grinned up at him and squished his cheeks with his hands. "I want Chinese food. We had the best Chinese food back in Frank."

Thrax scrunched up his face before laying down beside him and resting his cheek on his chest. "Can you hold me, baby?"

"Ow, damn you're spiky", Ozzy said, before kissing his forehead and wrapping his arms and legs around him. He nuzzled his cheek against the top of his head while humming softly.

Thrax closed his eyes and smiled as Ozzy started stroking his hair. He didn't think he could ever be this happy. Here he was, a selfish, possessive, deadly virus who frightened almost everyone away before he had a chance to even strike up a conversation, yet somehow, this adorable little cell with a heart of gold had fallen for him and had quite literally given up everything to be with him.

He didn't know what he had done to deserve him, but he promised himself that Ozzy would have the best second chance at happiness he could possibly give him. He sighed and nuzzled into his chest, while Ozzy dropped a few kisses on his forehead.

"I love you", Ozzy whispered, pulling him in tighter. Thrax tilted his head up slightly to be able to look him in the eyes and whispered it back. They both gazed at each other for a few seconds before Thrax said, "Chinese?" Ozzy nodded and patted Thrax's shoulder for him to get up.

Ozzy leapt off the bed and slipped on his new clothes that Thrax had bought him while he was in the hospital- black jeans, a black top and a suede leather jacket. He threw Thrax's shirt at him and grabbed his wrist to drag him out the door before he even had time to put it on.

As they walked through the streets hand in hand, Ozzy jerked his head round in all directions to take it all in. He couldn't believe how clean and shiny everything was. "Is this what all women's bodies look like? Okay, now I get what you were sayin' about Frank being disgusting."

Thrax shook his head. "Not necessarily, this one just takes really good care of herself. It might be hard to find the kind of food you're used to here."

They continued walking, cells turning their heads to stare at them all the while. Ozzy smiled and waved at everyone they passed, whereas Thrax scowled and pulled Ozzy closer to him.

Ozzy spotted a stall selling Chinese food and pulled Thrax over to it by the wrist. He looked up at him with his hands behind his back, trying to put on his cutest face, and Thrax rolled his eyes.

"Get whatever you want, baby. I don't usually eat this stuff, so you're in charge here." Ozzy licked his lips and asked for two boxes of everything.

The vendor told them the price and Thrax's eyebrows shot up. He fumbled around in his pocket for the money and paid him, as Ozzy piled all the boxes on top of each other like a Jenga tower. He picked them up and staggered back home, with Thrax catching the ones that fell off the top as he went.

They opened all the boxes and headed to the living room area, putting the food on the coffee table. Thrax sat with his back against the arm of the sofa and opened his legs for Ozzy to sit between them.

Ozzy plonked himself down and sat cross-legged with four different boxes of food in between his thighs.

He handed one to Thrax before clearing his throat and asking, "do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what, baby?", Thrax replied, biting down on a dumpling.

"Killin'. Y'know, beatin' your record and all that."

Thrax sighed. "Yeah, sometimes I get that urge. I felt it a bit when we came into this body. Taking down a healthy person like this one is way more satisfying than a sick one."

He took another bite of the dumpling before asking, "would you like me to show you how I do it one day?"

"I already know how you do it. You take the hypo… hippo…"

"Hypothalamus", Thrax corrected, while grinning, "and yes that's right, but you've never seen how I do it. It's pretty cool."

Ozzy mindlessly shovelled noodles into his mouth while he thought about it. It went against everything he was born to do, but at the same time he was intrigued. Hell, he wasn't really a cop anymore, and he didn't owe anybody anything.

He swallowed before answering, "maybe if we find a criminal or somethin' you can kill them and show me."

Thrax shook his head, his mouth full, before he swallowed and said, "there's no justifying it, even if the human has done wrong. You're still killing all those innocent cells inside them. There's no rush for you to decide, just think it over, we've got all the time in the world, baby", and he grabbed a box of noodles from the coffee table.

"Jones, this food is amazing, why haven't I ever tried this before?", he said excitedly, before shovelling the contents of the box into his mouth.

Ozzy grinned and grabbed another box. He picked up a spring roll with his chopsticks and waved it in front of Thrax's face. "Wait until you try these!", he said, and gestured for Thrax to open his mouth.

Thrax let Ozzy feed him various items from the different boxes, his hands around the cell's waist.

"You're really nice, y'know. Like, you're a good person", Ozzy said, as he fed Thrax a prawn cracker. Thrax almost choked on the cracker at that comment.

"What are you on, Jones? I'm not nice, I'm quite literally designed to kill."

Ozzy cocked his head and looked him in the eyes. "Yeah, but just because you were born a certain way doesn't mean you have to stay like that. No one has ever treated me as nicely as you have. You're like a different person compared with how you were before."

Thrax huffed and turned to face away from him, trying not to show the faint blush forming on his cheeks. Ozzy grabbed his chin and made him turn to look at him again.

"Think about it this way. I'm a white blood cell, right? That means I'm meant to be good at workin' with others and followin' orders. We both know that I'm useless at both of those things." Thrax laughed at that and took Ozzy's hand in his own.

Ozzy continued, gesticulating with his free hand as he spoke, "maybe we were just born different from everyone else, and maybe that's a good thing! We can be whoever we want, without havin' to cave into our biological destinies."

Thrax squeezed his hand and smiled softly. "You're actually really smart, you know."

Ozzy laughed. "Don't sound so surprised! Just because we didn't have no money for no fancy schools, or because I don't know how to pronounce 'hippo-who-tha-what-amus', doesn't mean I don't know what I'm talkin' about."

Thrax cringed at Ozzy butchering that word, but his face quickly softened to a smile. He opened his arms and said, "come give me a hug, baby."

Ozzy put the food on the coffee table and nuzzled his cheek into Thrax's chest, gently running his fingers over his arm.

Thrax sighed contentedly. "Maybe you're right, Ozzy, maybe we are different from everyone else. We are meant to be enemies, after all, and yet we find a way to be together."

"Exactly, this shouldn't work, but it does. And I can safely say that I've never felt this happy before", Ozzy said, as he closed his eyes.

Thrax felt tears in his eyes, something he wasn't used to at all. He pulled Ozzy into him and kissed his head.

"Thank you so much, baby", he whispered. Ozzy tried to look up at him, but Thrax held his head against his chest.

"For what?"

"For everything."