Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?

Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I wrote in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.

Utensil Joy

Part Sept

Kyo glowered across the table at two of his greatest enemies and tightened his hold on his chopsticks.

The spoon laden with the food of the devil slipped between pale lips to reappear a moment later, clean as a whistle. The process repeated several more times before a faintly pink tongue darted out to the corner of that insipid mouth to save a drop of miso from falling.

With a crack! the thin wood shattered in the redhead's grip.

Yuki's head jerked up. "Yes?"

Kyo felt his face heat up and fled to the kitchen, muttering about needing new chopsticks.

END