First attempt at Horo x Ren fluff :'D
Please give constructive criticism and reviews, it'll make me really happy!
I don't own Shaman King… or Nutella.
Enjoy~
Tao Ren loved milk. He usually drank milk before breakfast, after his daily training, and during dinner. Sometimes, he would have a glass while eating peaches or before going to sleep. But no matter what his day was like, he always had 3 glasses of milk.
Ren poked his head into the refrigerator, moving over a few leftover slices of cake (he was surprised Horo hadn't eaten them yet), a jar of Nutella, and a jug of orange juice. He smiled when he found it: a quart of milk labeled 'Ren's Milk.' He carefully unscrewed the cap, tipping the carton almost upside-down to dispense all of the remaining milk into his glass. Satisfied that there was enough milk to fill the glass, the turned around and disposed of the carton. He brought the rim to his lips, drinking the cold, slightly acidic substance that refreshed him almost immediately.
"Rennnnn~?"
Ren turned around to see a certain blue-haired Ainu. "What do you want?" he asked flatly as he took another sip of milk.
"Can I have some of your milk? Please?"
Ren gave Horo an incredulous look. "No!"
"Why not?" he whined.
"Because it's mine."
"But you'll share, right? Because you love me?"
"You wish. Why do you need it anyway?"
"For... for my cereal." He jerked his head to the direction of a box of Frosted Flakes.
"Milk doesn't deserve to be tainted with that crap," Ren said, acting as if milk was saintly.
He frowned. "Please?"
"No."
Horo gave Ren a small pout, but Ren ignored it. Horo wanted the milk, and he wasn't going to give up that easily. Suddenly, he had an idea. He took a few steps around the Chinese and slipped his arms around his lover's small waist from behind. Even though he couldn't see Ren's face, he was almost certain that a blush was steadily creeping up.
"Horokeu," Ren said, feigning irritation. "I'm not giving you any of my milk to you, no matter what you do to me."
"It's okay, I don't want it anymore," Horo said as he kissed the nape of Ren's neck and rested his chin on the shorter shaman's shoulder. Ren took another sip of milk before he placed the glass on the counter. He turned his head at an angle and gave a peck to the corner of Horo's lips.
Horo grinned. "You missed."
Ren couldn't help but smile. "Ainu baka." He turned his body around and cupped his face with both hands, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. "There, happy?"
"Again?"
".....Fine."
Once again, the Chinese shaman kissed the Ainu. But this time, it was better. Horo let go of Ren's waist, placing one hand behind his neck to deepen the kiss. Carefully, he slipped his tongue into Ren's mouth, wrestling for dominance. Ren was so caught up in trying to beat the older shaman's tongue in their little game that he didn't notice Horo open one eye, his other hand inching slowly towards the milk...
Horo finally parted the kiss. He gave Ren a sheepish grin, and then bellowed, "I GOT REN'S MILK! YOH, YOU OWE ME 50 BUCKS!" as he put his hand over the glass to prevent the contents from spilling, stampeding towards the living room.
"...AINU BAKA, YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!" Ren howled as he whipped his kwan dao out of thin air, chasing after Horo.
END.