The next morning, Thrax heaved himself out of bed with a groan, put on a pair of boxers and plodded downstairs.

He turned on the kettle to make himself a coffee and sighed when he saw the state of the table: it was covered in melted chocolate and ice cream, and the floor underneath was stained with yoghurt.

He grabbed a sponge and started cleaning up, when Ozzy came downstairs with a big grin on his face.

He plonked himself down on a chair and stared up at Thrax, resting his head on his hands.

"What are you smiling for?"

"Nothin'... I'm just thinkin' about how good I gave it to ya last night", he replied, as he trailed his finger through the ice cream and licked it off.

Thrax rolled his eyes and tried to prevent a grin from spreading over his face. "Oh come on, you better not get all big headed now, your ego is big enough as it is, Jones."

Ozzy threw his head back and started running his fingers all over his chest. "Ohhh, yes, like that, Ozzy! Fuck me harder… faster… deeper! You're amazing, I'm all yours!"

Thrax shoved his shoulder and grinned. "You're such a cock. And just for that, the only way I'm letting you top me again is if you beat me at arm wrestling. How d'ya like that?"

"Ow, that's not fair, your arm is like a fuckin' tree. How about we do rock, paper, scissors?"

Thrax hesitated before extending his hand out for Ozzy to shake. "Fine, you're on."

Ozzy grinned and violently shook his hand. "Just so you know, I'm fuckin' amazing at rock, paper, scissors!" He let go of Thrax's hand and leaned back in his chair.

Thrax huffed and crossed his arms. "How can you be good at rock, paper, scissors? It's all luck, there's no skill there."

"And that kind of thinkin' is why you're gonna lose, my friend. It may look like a silly kid's game, but it's really a psychological battlefield of domination and psychin' out your rival, while also guessin' what move they're gonna make next. It's basically chess."

Thrax raised an eyebrow and sat down at the table next to Ozzy, holding his fist out. "Okay, baby, you've successfully piqued my interest. Let's play."

Ozzy grinned and pressed his fist against Thrax's. "Okay… rock, paper, scissors!"

Thrax played scissors and Ozzy played rock. Ozzy pointed his finger in Thrax's face and laughed obnoxiously. "I told you, I'm the best!"

"That doesn't prove anything, it was just sheer luck!"

"Nope, I knew you'd start with scissors, you're just the type."

Thrax stiffened in his seat and frowned. "Best out of three?"

Ozzy shrugged. "Okay, but get ready to lose, again."

Thrax smirked, that smug git, I'll show him. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Just like before, he drew scissors, thinking that it would trip Ozzy up, but, unfortunately for Thrax, he drew rock, beating him again. Thrax's smirk was wiped from his face and replaced with a scowl. "What the fuck?!"

Ozzy tutted. "So predictable…"

"Right, best out of five… rock, paper, scissors."

Thrax imagined that Ozzy would rely on rock again, so drew paper to counter him, but Ozzy had predicted this and switched to scissors.

He pretended to cut Thrax's hand with his fingers as he laughed at him. "How does it feel to lose three times in a row, Thraxy baby?"

"For fuck's sake!", Thrax yelled, throwing his hands in the air, "okay one more, and then I'm giving up on this idiotic game."

Ozzy shifted in his chair and furrowed his brow in concentration. The fourth draw is always hard to predict, but judging by how angry he's getting, I'm gonna go with…

Ozzy drew paper and Thrax drew rock. He groaned and punched the table as Ozzy beamed from ear to ear.

"How the hell are you so good at this?! How do you know what I'm gonna do?!"

Ozzy reclined in his chair and put his hands behind his head, a smug smile spreading across his face. "I just know you too well, baby."

Thrax turned around in a huff and tapped his claws on the table top. There was nothing in the world he hated more than losing, and he couldn't stand the way Ozzy was gloating.

Ozzy got up and stood behind Thrax to put his hands on his shoulders, before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "now I think it's time to claim my prize. Be a good little virus and bend over, I'm in the mood to see you beg again."

Thrax gritted his teeth and growled deep in his throat. He could feel his rage building up inside him like a fire, along with a sudden urge to wipe that smug look off of Ozzy's face.

Ozzy went to taunt him some more, but before he could, Thrax had spun around and pushed him on the shoulders, knocking him backwards. He caught him by the arm and slung him over his shoulder, before throwing him on the sofa with such force that he almost knocked the wind out of him.

Ozzy barely had time to react before Thrax had smashed his lips against his. There was nothing romantic about this kiss; it was messy, aggressive and dominating.

Ozzy sensed what Thrax was trying to do, and bit down hard on his bottom lip while thrusting his hips upwards, trying to show that he wasn't going down without a fight. Thrax countered and harshly grinded his hips down against Ozzy's, making him groan deep in his throat.

He clawed at Thrax's shoulders and pulled him closer, digging his nails into his skin. Thrax leant down and pressed all his body weight on the man below him, grinning against his mouth as he placed his hand around his throat and applied pressure, almost as a warning.

Ozzy broke the kiss to cuss him out, but words escaped him. The heat from Thrax's body above him was reaching almost unbearable levels, as if he was trying to infect Ozzy with a fever, and he didn't know how much more he'd be able to take.

Thrax ripped both of their boxers off and sunk his claws into Ozzy's hips, lifting them up to grind down on him again. They both let out a groan at that, the sensation constantly fluctuating between pain and pleasure.

Ozzy lifted his head and pressed his lips against Thrax's in an attempt to soothe the situation, but Thrax forcibly parted his lips with his tongue and dug his claws in more. Ozzy broke the kiss and threw his arms around Thrax's neck to scratch across his back and down his arms, trying desperately to do as much damage as possible. He glared daggers at him, daring him to make another move, and to show that he still had fight in him yet.

Thrax grinned and retaliated by biting down hard on Ozzy's shoulder, until he could taste his cytoplasm in his mouth. Ozzy yelled out and kneed him in the abdomen as vindication for the pain Thrax was inflicting on him. He slid his hand through his hair, tangling it around his fingers before making a fist and tugging his head back.

Thrax hissed and pulled away, his eyes ablaze with lust. He exhaled sharply and looked down to see a mixture of desire and fury plastered on Ozzy's face. His teeth were clenched, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were wild as he trembled under Thrax's bodyweight.

He looked him up and down and felt a pang of guilt: cytoplasm was seeping out of the bite mark on his shoulder; big, dark bruises were starting to form on his neck; his hips were covered in deep scratch marks; and his whole body was flushed, as if he had a 107 degree fever.

Thrax softened his expression and shifted so he was no longer pressing down on the man below him.

If it were anyone else, he wouldn't give a shit that he'd hurt them and would most likely continue to try to dominate them into submission. But this was Ozzy, the love of his life and the only person he cared about. He felt bad for letting himself lose control like this, especially given how patient and sweet Ozzy had been with him last night.

He shot him an apologetic look and cupped his cheek with his hand.

Ozzy reached up and harshly grabbed Thrax's bottom lip, tugging on where he'd bitten it. He pulled it until it bled and let a self-satisfied smirk creep across his face as Thrax winced.

"Man, you really can't stand to lose, can ya? I'm not playin' Monopoly with you, that's all I can say."

Thrax laughed, sat back onto his knees and opened his arms for Ozzy to come lay against him. Ozzy hesitated before complying, and pulled Thrax's arms around him as he rested his head on his chest.

Thrax carefully stroked around the bite mark on his shoulder and kissed his head. "Are you okay? I can get a bit carried away when I'm angry…"

"I know. You're fuckin' mental. But I got a few hits in there, so it's all good."

"Yeah, look what you did to me", Thrax said as he dragged his fingers over his arm. "I'm bleeding! No cell has ever made me bleed before."

Ozzy grinned and got up from the sofa. He stretched his arms up and purposefully stuck his butt out in front of Thrax.

Thrax smirked and reached his hand out to grab him, but Ozzy quickly turned around and slapped it away.

"No, you don't deserve me right now. I'm gonna take a bath and you're gonna clean the dining room." He looked over at the table and gestured at it with both hands. "God, Thrax, who knew you were such a messy eater?"

Later in the week, their residency application was approved, which meant that Ozzy could sign up for Spanish lessons. He was supposed to start them in a couple of days, and he was feeling nervous.

He'd never been a very good student, and on top of that, the classes had already begun back in September when Lola started learning it in school, so Ozzy was worried he'd fall behind.

He was sitting at the dining table, drinking his coffee and reading a Spanish book for kids that Thrax had bought him. He'd already taught him some basics, but Ozzy was still struggling to understand any of the story.

He mumbled to himself, trying to get his mouth around the words, while furiously writing down everything he didn't understand so he could ask Thrax when he woke up.

A few minutes later, Thrax came downstairs and frowned when he saw the three empty cups of coffee on the table in front of Ozzy.

"Good morning, Oz. Is there any coffee left or did you drink it all?"

Ozzy jumped and spun round on his chair with a big grin on his face. "Don't you mean 'café'?"

"Ahh, you're studying? Muy bien. I won't disturb you then."

Thrax made his coffee and sat down opposite Ozzy. He glanced at his notes and saw that he'd already filled four whole pages with vocabulary.

"¿Te gusta el libro?"

Ozzy didn't look up from his book and just nodded while waving his hand at him. Thrax smirked, not sure if Ozzy had actually understood what he'd said, or if he'd just nodded to get him to shut up.

He looked at his watch and saw the date. "¿Qué quieres hacer en Halloween mañana?"

Ozzy lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. "Huh?"

"I asked you what you wanted to do for Halloween. It's tomorrow."

Ozzy slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "It is?! I completely forgot! Fuck, I don't have any time to get a good costume."

Thrax stirred his coffee with his claw, heating it up slightly. "Well, I was thinking it'd be fun to dress up as each other. I bought some red and blue paint the other day, just in case."

Ozzy grinned and sat back down. "That's such a good idea! I can make my face all spiky and wear your cloak thingy."

"Exactly, and I can draw two freakishly large eyes, a skinny goatee and bushy eyebrows on a blue balloon and stick my head inside it", he said, prodding Ozzy on the arm.

"You know, one of these days I'm gonna snap and put rat poison in your coffee."

The next evening they were upstairs, getting ready for Halloween. Ozzy was in the ensuite and Thrax was in the bedroom, so that they could surprise each other with their costumes.

Ozzy squished his waist in and stretched his shoulders out, while also making his hair longer to look like Thrax's. He looked in the mirror and carefully pulled his cheeks out, trying to make them as spiky as possible.

Instead, they just drooped over his face and flopped around every time he moved. He hissed, pushed them back in and pulled at his chin to make it as long as he could, before putting some yellow contact lenses in.

Then, he grabbed the red face paint and started lathering it over his face, hair, neck and arms.

Meanwhile, Thrax was grumbling under his breath in the bedroom. He was having a much harder time with his costume than Ozzy was.

He tied his hair back as tight as it would go and pulled at the braid on the top of his head, loosening it from the bobble a bit. He put three bobby pins in to try and make it stand up in three separate pieces like Ozzy's hair, and scoffed when he saw himself.

He grimaced as he very carefully put white contact lenses in his eyes, trying not to stab himself with his claws.

Then, he grabbed the blue face paint and smeared it over himself from head to toe. When he was completely covered, he took a pen of liquid eyeliner and started drawing a pair of eyebrows and a goatee on his face.

They both waited a few minutes for the paint to dry, checking themselves out in the mirror, and then put on their clothes.

Ozzy had chosen to wear a grey turtleneck, black jeans, black boots and Thrax's cloak. When he put the cloak on, he was reminded of when he used to wear his dad's clothes as a kid. The collar came up so far that he completely lost all peripheral vision, his hands stopped about halfway down the sleeves and the bottom of the cloak trailed along the floor.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, and he rolled up his sleeves before placing the origami claws he'd made out of paper onto each finger. Then, he loosely wrapped the hypothalamus chain around his wrist and swung it around a few times like he'd seen Thrax do.

He looked at himself in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. "Hiiii, baby."

In the other room, Thrax slipped a white T-shirt over his head, squeezed himself into a pair of black jeans, and threw on a black and brown jacket. He'd had to go and find clothes in an XXL, which had taken him practically all day.

He glanced at himself in the mirror and, surprisingly, didn't hate how the outfit looked on him.

Ozzy stepped out of their ensuite bathroom and bent over double with laughter when he saw Thrax. He pointed his finger at him and grabbed his stomach as he kept laughing.

"You look ridiculous!"

"Me?! What the hell have you done to your face? I don't look like that!"

"This is exactly what you look like! Also that beard you've drawn makes you look like a sex offender!"

Ozzy lent against the wall and threw his head back as he laughed louder. Thrax smiled, walked over to him and grabbed his arm. He held his hand up to get a good look at the claws he'd made and raised an eyebrow.

"These look pretty good, and the red suits you, baby."

Ozzy threw his hands around Thrax's waist and squeezed his butt. "And these jeans suit you!" He took the hypothalamus chain and put it behind Thrax's neck, harshly pulling him down until they were face to face. He grinned maliciously and made his voice as deep as it would go, "looks good on ya, Jones. You wear it well!"

Thrax laughed and kissed him on the lips. "You're not gonna try and choke me, are you?"

"Only if you want me to."

They went downstairs and ordered an extra cheesy pizza, per Ozzy's request. As soon as it had arrived, Ozzy ran to sit down on their living room floor and patted the ground for Thrax to join him.

Between mouthfuls of cheese and crust, Ozzy started telling Thrax about a game he used to play when he was in immunity training.

"Right, so, basically you get an empty pizza box, lay it flat and use a glass to draw a circle on the inside of it. I draw one and you draw one, and we each write our name in one of the circles. Then I'll throw a coin onto the box, and if it lands in my circle, I have to drink. If it lands in yours, you have to drink."

"And if it lands outside the circles?"

"That's the fun part", Ozzy said, a big grin spreading across his face. "If it lands outside the two circles, you have to draw around the coin and write a dare in there. Then if someone lands in that circle they have to do what's written down."

Thrax's eyes widened. "So the box eventually ends up covered in dares?"

"Yep. Now it won't really work exactly like I used to play it, because we don't have any alcohol, but we could make it so that if you land in one of the big circles, the other person can ask whatever they like and you have to tell the truth."

Thrax grinned at that and crossed his legs. "Fine, let's play."

He threw the coin and it landed just outside his circle. "So now I have to write a dare?"

Ozzy nodded and handed him a pen. Thrax thought for a moment, tapping the pen against his chin, before grinning and drawing a circle around the coin. "Okay, whoever lands in this circle, has to take off one item of clothing."

Ozzy laughed. "That's a good one! Okay gimme the coin."

They carried on like this for a few rounds, filling the board with dares, neither of them landing in any of the circles. The dares were getting more ridiculous and reckless every time, and they were both starting to get nervous.

Thrax took the coin and tossed it into the circle with his name in. "Shit. Okay, so now you ask me something, and I've gotta tell the truth, right?"

"Yep! Okay, tell me honestly, have you ever fucked a germ?"

Thrax gritted his teeth and groaned. "Aw for fuck's sake. Yes, yes I have."

Ozzy scrunched up his face and pushed Thrax away from him. "Ew, that's so rank." He then lowered his voice and said, "what was it like?"

Thrax laughed and pushed him back. "It was weird. She had four arms, three legs, one eye and this weird tentacle thing. Plus, she kept asking me to call her 'mummy'."

"Thrax, that is so disgusting, I can't believe I've slept with someone who's slept with a germ."

"Yeah, whatever, don't tell me you've never fantasised about it. Anyway, it's your turn."

He handed him the coin and Ozzy threw it, watching as it rolled into the circle with his name in. He grinned and looked up at Thrax, rocking back and forth like a madman. "Okay, ask away, I ain't got nothin' to hide!"

Thrax narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Okay, baby. I've always wondered… what's your favourite thing about me?", he asked in a low voice, while pushing his hair back with his hand.

Ozzy stopped rocking and pouted his lips as he thought about it, before leaning in closer with a big smile on his face. "Well, there's your massive cock… oh, and then there's your money! But which is my favourite? Argh, sorry, I can't choose just one."

Thrax laughed and pushed Ozzy on the shoulder. "Oh, that's real deep and romantic! Is that all I am to you? A walking, well-endowed ATM machine?"

Ozzy nodded enthusiastically, before shaking his head and waving his hand in the air. "Nah I'm kiddin'. If I had to choose, my favourite thing would beee… hmm… how kind you are. Like, even after all this time I get surprised by how nicely you treat me and how gentle you are. Somehow we've gone from you trying to literally garotte me, to this." He leaned in further and gently kissed him on the lips. "You're just a bit softy really, and I love it."

Thrax felt like his heart was about to melt at that. How the fuck does he manage to have this effect on me every time? He pulled Ozzy into another kiss, before breaking away and whispering, "I love you."

Ozzy grabbed his wrist. "I love you too." He placed the coin in his hand. "Now throw."

Thrax closed his hand around the coin and pulled Ozzy into his chest as he threw it onto the pizza box. He watched as it kept rolling past the circles with their names, past the silly, easy dares and into dangerous territory. "Fuck fuck fuck", he whispered, holding Ozzy tightly, sighing with relief as it rolled past Ozzy's 'pet for the night' dare.

It circled round and round for a few seconds, teetering between two dares, before finally falling onto its side and sealing Thrax's fate. Ozzy turned his head and started laughing as soon as he saw where it had landed. "Yes! That's the striptease one, ain't it?"

Thrax groaned and gritted his teeth. "Yeah, it fucking is and all."

Ozzy leapt up and ran over to the stereo player. He put on 'You Sexy Thing' by Hot Chocolate and spun around to face Thrax with a big smile on his face. "Now dance, you sexy thang."

He sauntered back over to where he was sitting before and plonked himself down, taking a roll of bills out of Thrax's cloak pocket. "And I wanna see that ass move, mister. Ya gotta make it rain."

Thrax rolled his eyes and slowly turned around as he slipped the jacket over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Ozzy grabbed it and swung it around above his head. "Yeah-heh! Woo! That's it, baby!"

"You're absolutely insufferable, Jones", Thrax whispered as he turned to the side and lifted the tight, white T-shirt up ever so slightly, letting Ozzy catch a glimpse of his toned stomach.

He was secretly loving every second of this, of course. He would jump at any opportunity to show off his muscular arms and rock hard abs, and if it made Ozzy laugh, well, all the better.

He lifted the T-shirt over his head and tossed it at Ozzy for him to catch, before turning his head and looking straight at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Ozzy inhaled deeply and bit his lip while gripping hard on the T-shirt with both hands. I fucking love it when he looks at me like that!

Thrax shut his eyes and started moving his hips to the rhythm of the song, while running his claws over his chest and tilting his head back slightly.

"Yeaaah baby, shake that ass, shake it!" Ozzy yelled, while laughing and chucking some money in the air. Thrax brought his hands to the waistband of his jeans and played with his belt a little to draw Ozzy's attention to his crotch.

He started to undo it as he danced a circle around Ozzy, making slow and sultry movements with every part of his body. Ozzy followed him with his eyes and laughed louder as Thrax came back round to the front.

Thrax stopped to lean down and gently pushed Ozzy to sit against the sofa, before kneeling over his lap and rolling his hips to grind against him. Ozzy shoved a few bills down the waistband of his boxers and trailed his hands around his hips to grab his butt and pull him closer.

He brushed his lips against Thrax's and whispered, "you're the sexiest lil' thing I've ever seen. Here, take all my money and buy yourself something nice."

Thrax took the money from him and looked at it in his hand for a moment, before throwing it over his shoulder and pulling Ozzy into a kiss.

He parted his lips and moaned softly as he felt Ozzy's tongue against his own. He kept slowly grinding on top of him, slapping Ozzy's hand away as he tried to push his jeans down.

As soon as the song ended, Thrax bit him on the lip and pulled away to whisper, "okay, your turn again."

Ozzy groaned in disappointment as Thrax got off his lap and put his T-shirt back over his head. "You're such a tease."

"Well, it's called a striptease, ain't it?"

He handed him the coin and sat back down, breathing heavily. Ozzy composed himself and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the board. He threw the coin and cursed when it landed on one of Thrax's dares.

Thrax laughed triumphantly and punched the air with his fist. "Yes! Which one did you land on?"

Ozzy lifted the coin up and groaned. "The worst one! The one where I have to go outside in nothin' but a thong."

"And…?", Thrax prompted, grinning like a madman.

Ozzy rolled his eyes. "And go up to someone and explain the entire plot of The Philosopher's Stone."

Thrax clapped and stood up. He held his hand out for Ozzy to take and pulled him up to his feet.

"Okay, you take your clothes off and I'll run upstairs and get the thong."

Thrax pushed Ozzy out of the gate and shut it behind him, locking it so he couldn't get back in until he'd completed the dare.

Ozzy banged his fists against it and hissed at him, "you're such a prick! It's fuckin' freezin' out here." He looked over his shoulder and gasped. "And there are kids everywhere! Thrax, I'm gonna get arrested!"

"Well you better hurry up then before someone calls the police. Look, go up to that nice old lady and start explaining the book to her."

Ozzy swore at him and swung his arm over the gate to try and hit him, before turning around and trudging over to the old woman.

"Um, excuse me, miss, have you ever heard of Harry Potter?"

She turned around and gasped when she saw him standing there smeared with red paint and wearing nothing but a leather thong.

She looked him up and down, and Ozzy felt the heat rising to his cheeks. He started blurting out the plot at lightning speed, eager to get back inside, "well, he's a wizard and then he goes to wizard school and he gets put in the best house because, well, obviously he does because he's the main character, but then there's this evil wizard who tried to kill him as a baby and he has this scar and then…"

He was suddenly interrupted by the old woman slapping him across the face and hitting him with her handbag. She called him a dirty boy and walked off, and Thrax started laughing from behind the gate.

Ozzy turned around and stormed back over to the gate, rubbing his cheek and scowling.

Thrax was cackling and holding his stomach as he opened the gate for him. He grabbed him by the waist, but Ozzy elbowed him in the ribs and stalked into the house.

Thrax ran after him and yelled, "she's right, you know. You are a dirty boy."

Ozzy slumped back down in front of the pizza box and slung Thrax's cloak over his shoulders. He was pissed off, but he needed to get Thrax back for making him embarrass himself, so he decided to keep playing.

He chucked the coin at his head and told him to throw it, folding his arms over his chest. It rolled onto a dare, and Thrax tentatively lifted the coin up to read what was written underneath.

After reading the dare aloud, Thrax rolled backwards onto the carpet and covered his face with his hands, as Ozzy jumped to his feet and threw his arms in the air. "YES! I was hopin' you'd get that one!"

He jumped on the sofa and reached down the back to grab a black dog lead and a collar. He turned around and swung it in circles in the air, swaying his hips as he sauntered over to Thrax.

"Crawl over to me, there's a good boy. You're gonna be my little pet for the night, and you better call me master, ya hear?"

He clipped the collar around Thrax's neck and attached the lead to it, humming all the while.

"You're a real piece of shit, Jones", Thrax hissed, and Ozzy pulled slightly on the lead. "Now now, that's no way to speak to your master."

Ozzy stretched his arms in the air and gestured towards the door with his head. "I fancy a walk, come on, keep up."

Ozzy strolled out of the gate and Thrax shuffled behind him on his hands and knees, cursing him under his breath.

"If you're a good boy you can have a treat", Ozzy teased, holding some candy out in front of Thrax's face.

Thrax pushed his hand away and growled at him. Ozzy tugged slightly on the lead, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to give Thrax a message. "Don't worry, we won't go far, we'll go to the end of the street and back."

Thrax stared straight ahead and his eyes widened. Normally this street seemed so short, and his long legs meant he could reach the end in about thirty seconds, but now that he was on his hands and knees, it looked ten times as long.

"I fucking hate you, Jones", he spat as he started crawling alongside him. Ozzy smirked and kept a slow pace to give Thrax a chance to keep up.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the cool air on his skin, when suddenly he realised something.

He hadn't changed out of the thong. In fact, he hadn't put anything on, and the only thing covering him was Thrax's cloak.

He snapped his eyes open and looked around him, suddenly feeling very self conscious, and tried to cover himself with the cloak as best he could.

Thrax noticed and raised an eyebrow. He quickly rose to his feet and ripped the cloak from around Ozzy's shoulders, exposing him to the entire neighbourhood.

Ozzy yelled at him and tried to reach for the cloak, but Thrax held it high above his head and waved it about in the air. He whistled loudly to get everyone's attention and Ozzy felt a blush forming on his cheeks.

He yanked the lead down, trying to get Thrax to drop the cloak, but he just laughed in his face.

"Give that back! Everyone's starin' at me! I've got my ass out! Thrax!"

They were so engrossed in their struggle that they didn't notice two police officers approaching them.

One of them cleared their throat and said, "evening, boys. We've had some complaints about public nudity in this street. Care to explain what's going on?"

Thrax pointed at Ozzy and said in a serious tone, "he's in charge here, I'm just his pet", before unclipping the collar around his neck and sprinting back home, leaving Ozzy to try and explain what the hell he was doing in the street wearing nothing but a leather thong.