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Perfect Taste
It was late at night and Tao Ren couldn't sleep. First, he thought it was because he wasn't tired at all. When he found that he was, in fact, very sleepy, he decided to go to the kitchen to drink something which would make him go into utter bliss; milk.
The young Chinese boy drank the carton of milk greedily, savouring the perfect taste of the fresh liquid as it made its way through his mouth. But, unfortunately for him, the moment was soon over and he found out that there was no milk left anymore for him to drink.
Frantically and in panic, he rummaged through the refrigerator, only to found it milkless. He even tried looking in the cabinets, under the table and even inside the cookie jar- but to no avail. There was no milk left.
"Ren, what in heaven's name are you doing? It's the middle of the night," a voice asked him. Ren looked up and glared immediately at his roommate; he was the one who did it. The culprit. The killer. The murderer. He would pay for his crimes- an execution.
"Horo. Did you drink my milk?" He asked him, slowly. The blue-haired boy blinked, before it dawned on him; there was no milk left. A look of utter terror crossed his face.
"I was thirsty!" he exclaimed- probably not the smartest thing to do in a situation like that. "I'll go and get you some milk in the morning," he quickly added, seeing the Death Glare Ren was giving him.
"No," Ren says. "I want milk and I want it now." Horo blinked again. "I can't sleep without it."
"But, there isn't anything left-" but before he could say anything more, the slightly shorter boy had already walked up to him, his face inching closer. "What are you-" he couldn't say anything more, as Ren's lips pressed onto his, Ren's tongue flicking over Horo's lips, on which he could still taste his stolen milk.
Horo gasped when he felt his friend's tongue and Ren took this opportunity to invade the other's mouth, to get some more of that delicious and perfect taste- it was a mixture of milk and Horo's own, and Ren liked it a lot. They should have milk like that.
After a moment or so, Ren pulled himself away and Horo took a step backwards, spluttering incoherent sentences.
"Goodnight Horo." Ren walked off towards his bedroom, leaving a confused and, strangely enough, a rather satisfied Horo.
He made a mental note to steal Ren's milk more often.