Submission

Disclaimer: Really, I don't own Shaman King.

Jessie: True, true.

Joh: I'm running out o f clever things to say for the disclaimer.

Jessie: That's okay.

Joh: Yeah…I still don't have any good jokes for Chocolove, so basically mine are going to be so lame that they aren't funny. At all.

Jessie: Beware.

Joh: FF net is being stupid and won't let me upload this chapter so that's why it took so long.

Warnings: Yaoi, twincest, angst, lemon

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Hao fought down his temper, fisting his hands at his sides. No matter how tempting it sounded to just give Yoh a good slap about the face, he had to stay calm. "Don't tell me this doesn't stir something?"

Yoh looked blankly at the headphones on display that Hao had previously offered to buy for him. He glanced at Hao, not sure of what would be the best answer.

The older of the two sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had expected his brother to literally be jumping up and down in joy at the very idea of new headphones. Yoh had always treasured his old pair before Hao broke them cleanly in half.

Hao felt no regret for the certain event, after all, Yoh had had it coming. So, of course, it bothered him to be out here in a store with humans buying Yoh something that he had previously taken away out of punishment. He was making an effort here and Yoh didn't seem the bit moved at all.

"You don't want it?" He asked quietly.

Yoh stared at him uneasily.

Hao gritted his teeth, half raising his arm, ready to strike his twin sharply across the cheek. Maybe after he knocked some sense into him he would learn to appreciate everything Hao offered him.

But no, Yoh was probably by now used to getting hits (sometimes for no reason) and wouldn't react to it. Hao lowered his arm, studying the way Yoh had automatically winced and shrunk back.

"Never mind. Forget it." Hao grunted, turning away from Yoh to look out the shop window. He knew someone was watching him, knew someone had been watching them for the past hour. His eyes scanned the crowd of humans quickly, not being able to hide the disgust on his face.

He glanced at Yoh out of the corner of his eyes, wondering if now that Yoh was broken he could finally weed out all the humans. Maybe that would get a rise from the brunette. Hao chuckled darkly at the idea, making a mental note to himself to try it out.

Hao ignored whoever was watching them, and grabbed Yoh's hand firmly, pulling him out of the music shop.

He shoved his way through the crowds, grinding his teeth as a few actually dared to brush against him. He'd have to clean himself thoroughly after this whole event…maybe he could have Yoh help him out with that.

He held back a smirk when he noticed Yoh's eyes widen and glance at him uncertainly. Hao was glad that he had taught his younger brother telepathy during their years together, especially at times like these.

It had seemed strange at the time; Yoh wanting to learn how to master reading other's minds as simply as Hao did. Personally, Hao hated the gift, finding it annoying and much like a broken radio you couldn't turn off.

But Hao figured if Yoh really wanted to know how why stop him?

If Yoh's plan was to read his mind and try and puzzle him out then he was certainly in for a disappointment. Hao kept shields up around his mind, day in and day out.

But so far the teen had tried nothing of the kind. The only times he heard Hao's thoughts were when he let him.

Hao paused, noticing the way Yoh was staring at a basket of oranges. He sighed again, grabbing several and tossing them to his twin. The woman selling the oranges was old, her watery blue eyes falling on the two of them. A smile creased her face. "How cute. Getting your twin an orange?" she simpered.

Hao spared her a glance before pulling Yoh along.

Once again Hao felt the prickling feeling run along his spine, warning him that someone's eyes were upon him, watching him intently.

And for the seventh time that day Hao glanced about himself, searching for his watcher. He could feel them, and whoever was watching him was definitely a shaman.

He automatically tightened his grip around Yoh's arm, as if afraid that if he wasn't careful the younger Asakura might be snatched away.

Yoh whimpered at the painful grasp, his emotionless mask breaking for a moment as pain twisted his lips into a grimace.

The fire shaman, however, didn't seem to notice his twin's discomfort. He continued glancing about himself, thinking that it had been a bad idea to take Yoh out.

He stopped walking, pulling Yoh closer to him possessively. They had stopped in front of a clothing store, the shop windows decorated with the spring's latest fashions. Yoh seemed to be absorbed with the colorful clothing, not at all aware of Hao's wariness.

Suddenly Hao was overwhelmed with the need to take Yoh back to the manor, safely hidden out of sight. With that thought in mind he wrapped his arm around Yoh's slim waist, prepared to transport them both back home, until a flash of blue caught his eye.

Blue?

A dangerous look passed over Hao's handsome features. Ah, one of Yoh's old friends.

The Ainu was staring at them, a look of disbelief etched into his face. When he locked eyes with Hao, however, he involuntarily took a step back.

Hao figured that the shaman was far enough away that he wasn't much of a threat and due to the mass of the crowds Yoh probably wouldn't see him. Still, Hao disliked the idea of anyone having any kind of past connection to his Yoh hanging around.

He narrowed his eyes, sending the Ainu a silent warning to make himself scarce. The blue-haired boy seemed to take that warning to heart, quickly scampering off until he was once again lost in the crowd of nameless faces.

A smile graced Hao's lips. Yoh hadn't seen his old friend so no harm had been made. The fact that HoroHoro had seen Yoh up and about didn't bother him in the least. If what he knew about the Ainu was correct…then there was indeed nothing to worry about.

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Horo leaned against the building's brick wall, breathless. His eyes were wide with shock and his lips parted as he gasped for air. It had been two years since he had last laid eyes upon Yoh himself. Sure, he had seen Hao from a distance every once in a while, but never Yoh.

But just now…he had seen him. Standing in front of a clothes store with Hao's arms wrapped tightly around him.

And, god had Yoh changed. At first he thought it was Hao until he noticed the actual fire shaman beside him.

He didn't have the chance to glimpse Yoh's face but just by looking at his back he could tell that his old friend no longer existed.

Horo bit his lip, immediately thinking of Ren. The wounded shaman would go ballistic if he knew that Horo had seen Yoh in town. He clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes shut. If Ren heard that Yoh had been sighted and was indeed alive…

He grimaced. Yoh was a very touchy subject with Ren. Sometimes…sometimes he wondered if the Chinese shaman still harbored feelings for Yoh…

But that was silly, of course. Ren loved him! They had been living together for two years now!

If that was so…why was he feeling so much dread at the sight of Yoh? He should be relieved that Yoh was safe all along! Relieved.

Of course, he had always known in the back of his mind that Yoh was still alive, maybe suffering, but still alive. He had known that Hao wouldn't kill him. But he had never been too sure. That's why when Ren had recovered from his injuries after the battle with Hao they had told him…told him that Yoh was dead. But only to keep him from fighting Hao.

Ren…

If…if he told Ren…Ren would surely hurt himself by trying to rescue Yoh again…

He didn't want that. He loved Ren and would do anything to protect him. Even if it meant hiding the truth from him.

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Hao sucked roughly on the sensitive skin of Yoh's neck, biting down to leave a mark. Yoh gasped out softly, lacing his fingers through Hao's thick brown hair.

The older of the two slammed him against the wall, making sure to knock his head against the hard surface.

Yoh blinked, dazed by the rough impact against his skull as Hao pressed his body up against him.

Hands were trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants, tugging impatiently at them. Obediently he unbuckled them, letting the material puddle around his ankles. His boxers soon followed, leaving him entirely exposed.

Hao smirked, grinding his hips against Yoh's, wringing a delicious moan from him.

"You like that?" Hao groaned in his twin's ear, removing his own clothing.

Yoh moaned out a response, breathing heavily.

Once Hao had stripped completely he turned Yoh around and shoved him up against the wall, pressing himself against his back. He kissed at Yoh's nape, nuzzling his hair.

"You're mine…all mine…" Hao swore, closing his eyes as he breathed in his brother's scent.

"Yours." Yoh said automatically, turning his face to the side.

Hao smiled and without any preparation thrust into him.

Yoh let out a loud pain filled scream, arching his back into Hao.

The fire shaman grinned and started up a fast pace, letting out his frustrations on the pale body before him.

Yoh grunted and clawed at the smooth rock walls. "Hao!" he screamed, tossing back his head as tears ran down his cheeks.

Normally Hao would take the time to pleasure them both, but right now he was in a bitter mood.

He drove into Yoh furiously, sweat rolling down his brow.

Yoh grunted, as he was pressed harder against the cold wall, all the while being thrust into.

Hao dug his nails into Yoh's back, feeling pleasure build within him, demanding to be released. He thrust deeper and harder than before, if possible, biting out Yoh's name.

Finally he paused as pleasure exploded, blinding his senses as he came into Yoh. He leaned against his brother as he caught his breath. "Mine."

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"Hey, Ren?"

The purple-haired boy glanced up from his book. "What?"

Chocolove grinned. "Chicken butt."

"…"

"…Get it? It rhymes. What, butt. Funny, right?" Chocolove beamed proudly.

Ren sighed, closing his eyes briefly to control his temper before returning to his book as if nothing happened.

Chocolove sulked silently for a moment, slouching in the couch as he stared at the wall. "Ren? When did you and Horo…?"

"Two years ago."

"Really?" Chocolove whistled his amazement. "Speaking of Horo, where'd he go?"

"Shopping. Had to force the lazy idiot too." Ren snorted.

"Oh."

The apartment door opened then slammed shut as Horo stepped in, kicking off his shoes.

Ren looked at him from over the top of his book, frowning. "You're always so loud." He commented.

Horo grinned, looking flushed and jumpy. "Only for you." He chuckled, striding over to Ren.

The Tao rolled his eyes. "Where's the milk?" he demanded.

"…Oops?"

"…You…forgot…the milk."

"My bad." Horo said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Ren calmly set down his book, standing up from his seat to glare up at his boyfriend. "How could you forget the milk!"

Horo grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders before swooping down to kiss Ren.

Ren struggled for a moment before giving in and melting against the Ainu.

Their tongues moved against each other's as Ren softly moaned out Horo's name. He wrapped his arms around Horo's neck, pressing his body closer.

Horo groaned against his lips, gripping his slender hips.

"Come on guys, can't you get a room?" a voice groaned in the background, alerting the couple of his presence.

Ren blushed a bright red, pushing Horo away with a glare. "Okay, I'll forgive you if you…but only if we can eat Chinese tonight."

"But we always eat Chinese!" Horo protested with a pout.

Chocolove felt a grin spread across his features. At first he had been unsure of Horo and Ren together. After all, he had been so sure that Ren was into Yoh…but now seeing Ren and Horo together washed away his doubts. There was no doubting the fact that they were in love.

Looks like a happy ending to me. Chocolove thought happily.

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Joh: I wanted to make this chapter really long but it's only 7 pages. –frowns-

Jessie: Oh well!

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