I don't own Prince of Tennis or the characters, I just borrow them from time to time.

Momoshiro rubbed his stomach in an attempt to stop it from growling at him, yawning as he padded down the hall to the kitchen. His stomach had awakened him from his sleep with a loud grumble accompanied by a painful cramp, complaining loudly that it was empty and that should be rectified. Now. Hence the idea of having a midnight (or rather three a.m.) snack.

Momo stopped abruptly upon seeing a familiar form crouched near the kitchen door, red hair darkened in shadow. "Eh, Eiji-sempai, what-"

Kikumaru hastily put his finger to his lips and made a slicing motion with his other hand. "Shh!" He then motioned for Momo to join him and pointed to the door, which had been left ajar.

Confused, Momo crouched beside the senior and gave him a questioning look until a loud crash sounded in the kitchen.

"I'm not touching that."

Echizen? Momo frowned, listening to the sound of footsteps and a scuffle.

"You've had it before."

And Fuji-sempai? Momo's frown deepened and he looked over to see Kikumaru snickering quietly to himself.

"Not like that I haven't."

"Just try it."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I am not putting that anywhere near my mouth, Fuji-sempai."

Momo's mouth dropped and he exchanged startled looks with Kikumaru, although the latter seemed more amused than horrified.

"I put yours in my mouth, didn't I?"

At this point Momo almost choked.

"I never said yes to that."

"You never said no."

"You wouldn't let me."

"Ah, there is that." There was a pause. "You sure you don't want to try it?"

"I said n-mmph!"

There was a thump that sounded like two bodies hitting the floor. A few minutes later there was a soft, wet popping sound that made Momo turn a bit green.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No… You got it everywhere though."

"We'll just clean it up then."

"It's your mess."

"But it's your fault it got everywhere." A pause. "You're so cute when you scowl like that, Ryoma-kun."

"…I'm not cute."

"Yes you are. And you have some on your face."

Momo had had enough. His stomach was churning for an entirely different reason now and Kikumaru didn't look much better. A high keening escaped him as he ran off to escape back to the safety of his futon, Kikumaru following at his heels.

In the kitchen, Echizen gave the tensai a long look before sighing and licking his spoon clean. "You knew they were there."

"So did you," Fuji said cheerfully, scooping another spoonful of ice cream from his bowl and popping it into his mouth. "I told you you'd like it," he added, waving his spoon at the younger boy after he'd swallowed.

"That's because you didn't put wasabi in it," Echizen argued, scooping some more from the bowl in Fuji's hand.

"Ah. What made you think I did?"

"You have a weird taste in food."

"Hm…"

Fuji finished off the bowl and pushed it onto the counter before eyeing the floor and then the boy still sitting with splatters of ice cream around and on him. "We really should clean up."

Echizen lifted his clean hand to wipe at the ice cream on his face and absently licked it off, gathering the bowl and spoon from the floor. He stood and made to put the dishes in the sink when his progress was halted by the tensai. He opened his mouth to ask what Fuji wanted when the older boy suddenly leaned forward to lick his cheek.

"Gah! What are you doing?" Echizen demanded, struggling in the senior's grip.

"You missed a spot." Fuji brushed his thumb over Echizen's nose and then licked the ice cream from it.

The freshman scowled as he grabbed a rag from the sink and set to cleaning the ice cream from the floor. "You really are sadistic."

Fuji just smiled.

... Yeah. Anyways... Review please!