Comments/Warnings: A quickie written in response to a request at a CLAMP community for humor, romance and vibrators.

Fanfiction dot net rating is M because it's a m/m story about vibrators. Author rating is PG-13 because there's not really anything going on except for silliness.

"So," Fai asked with a smile almost as wide and satisfied as Kurogane's and only ruined by being a little bit too smug, "which one was your favorite?"

The ninja cast about, hoping to find the shreds of his dignity, the muscles that would reinstate his usual stern scowl on his face, or a few brain cells to rub together and hopefully spark his linguistic abilities. After a while, he just gave a half-shrug against the sweat-soaked sheets he was prone upon.

"Dunno. All good," he mumbled, wondering if he could get away with falling asleep without helping to tidy up.

"Hm," Fai mused thoughtfully, while lining up their new "toys" across his lover's well-muscled torso like they were part of a really inappropriate train set. If the mage started making choo-choo noises the ninja was going to have to think strenuously about getting up the energy to deck him. "I guess we'll have to have another go at it. I want to buy an extra of your favorite. Don't want you to be mourning the loss if - or maybe when- it wears down and you're left bereft until we land in Piffle again."

Kurogane tuned the teasing out and refrained from responding, seeing nothing really wrong with the idea of keeping themselves well-supplied with both necessities and some few luxuries. The idea of him falling into a depression because one of the "personal massagers" Fai'd come home with (but Kuro-tan, you said to pick up supplies; you never said I had to restrict myself to groceries) had broken was so ridiculous he didn't want to dignify it with argument.

The idea that one of them would eventually break from overuse was plausible enough to also not argue against.

Fai prattled on a bit and Kurogane stayed uncommunicative until the mage mentioned something about storing their new toys away. The ninja was used to having the little white dumpling store their clothes and assets and even swallow up the travelers themselves, but the idea of handing over their newest acquisitions for storage did not quite sit well with him. When he finally gathered up enough energy to grumble something to this effect, Fai laughed.

"Silly Kuro-sama, I have a better plan than that. I wouldn't want to have to bother Mokona every time we wanted to play, after all." And then he lifted a finger that spat blue fire from the tip. He got looked at from under half-lowered lids that attempted to be glaring but only succeeded in looking sleepy.

"Mage," the ninja growled. "If I go for my sword one day and pull out one of those..."

"Not to worry. I wasn't suggesting we store these in your hand," Fai replied airily. Kurogane blinked. Fai waggled an eyebrow at him and then laughed, and he was still laughing when he landed on the floor after the ninja kicked him off of the bed.