A/N: No, this is not the next story. Just something to past the time in school when I'm done with assignments and I can't get ideas for my chapter fics. Just like Shuichi, I love pocky. The chocolate flavor, to be precise. Luckily for me, I got a whole stash of them.
EDIT: I thank my glorious reviewers for telling me about the formatting problem. I admit, it killed the whole story. I fixed the problem, and will continue to use proper formatting in the future. The thing is, none of my schools taught story formatting past third grade. Why, I have no idea. What America chooses to do to its own semi-horrible school system is up to them. I just wish that they made their military counter-part for those overseas better than in the States. Instead, they ended up making it easy for people to pass to the next grade level, regardless of academic ability in almost every class except for geometry and algebra. Now, enjoy my revised story.
Shuichi slammed into Yuki, happy as can be. "Pocky! I got pocky!" the singer exclaimed to his moody lover.
"You're too hyper, you damn brat," he replied, only slightly annoyed.
"But I have a lot of energy!" Shuichi cried. An idea dawned on the writer, who pushed Shuichi onto the couch.
"I know exactly how to calm you," Yuki said seductively. After a very lively hour, full of pleasured moans and screams, Shuichi was completely exhausted.
"Mhmm, that was-really good," he said sleepily.
"Maybe you should eat more pocky, then," Yuki said in a light, teasing tone. The next morning, a truckload of strawberry-flavored pocky was taken into the huge apartment complex, a gift from the loyal fans of the odd pair.
"Looks like tonight will be a very busy night," Yuki whispered to himself softly. A small smile appeared on his face for a brief instant.