A/N: This is just a small, little diddly added on for what happened to the chocolate. One of my reviewers, AhikuBoruchi, mentioned their curiosity about what had happened to Shion's gift after they got carried away with other activities XD And since we're talking about reviewers, I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who took the time to write a review! I always mean to reply to each review, but I am just idek these days. But I really do appreciate you all! And that includes those who have followed and favorited the story as well!

Shion's eyelids, having drooped dangerously low, opened back up as Nezumi sighed. Shion shifted ever so slightly in response, positioning his head a little closer to Nezumi's heart.

"Sorry," Nezumi murmured, interpreting the shift as if he'd disturbed Shion, since Shion hadn't moved for the past 10 minutes and Nezumi had assumed Shion was asleep.

Shion hummed softly. "S'fine," he murmured back. "M'not sleeping anyway." Although, that sleepy voice was doing nothing to convince Nezumi so.

Nezumi snorted softly with amusement. "Sure you weren't," he said sarcastically.

Shion snorted lightly as well, though his body was so tired by now that it was barely even able to create laughter. He began to relax again when he felt Nezumi's hand sifting through his hair.

All the tension from before had been almost completely eradicated, and for that Shion was grateful. Once their tears had dried up, though, Nezumi had sort of shifted back into that uncertain persona. But Shion wasn't expecting acceptance so quickly anyway, so he was glad that Nezumi hadn't retreated entirely. As it was, Shion was glad that Nezumi was even comfortable enough to lay together this way. They probably wouldn't be executing anymore explicit activities for quite some time yet, but that didn't bother Shion at all. As long as he knew they would be taking proactive steps forward from now on, he was happy.

Sex wasn't even important to Shion, really. Of course, now that he'd had a taste, he would never be able to forget it and he, certainly, would never stop craving it altogether. But he was confident that he would be able to focus on taking his sweet time to make Nezumi comfortable before worry of the chaste days ahead driving him insane began to surface, as he knew it eventually, and inevitably, would. He truly loved Nezumi though, and he wanted Nezumi to feel comfortable in feeling the same way. So, for now, cuddling was plenty good enough.

Shion's eyes began to droop sleepily again as a thought crossed his mind. "Y'know what would make this better?"

"Chocolate?" Nezumi supplied, practically reading Shion's mind.

"Yeah, actually," Shion replied, the sleepy tone lifting slightly. "Where did I put that?"

"I don't know." Nezumi turned his head to look out across the bedroom, since Shion was on his left side and, thus, facing inward toward the wall. "I don't see it anywhere in plain sight."

Shion sighed and shifted as if to move away, but Nezumi tightened the arm wrapped around his waist. "Don't worry about it," he said quickly, clearly not wanting Shion to stir.

Shion paused, thinking about whether he'd move or not. He wanted the chocolate... but... He looked up to meet Nezumi's eyes, and he could see what Nezumi was truly trying to say.

Just stay here with me. Don't leave my side.

Shion smiled and nodded. "It'll be around just the same tomorrow."

Nezumi smiled back and nodded as well. "Right."

So Shion snuggled closer and settled back into a comfortable position near the calming beat of Nezumi's heart as Nezumi resumed his careful treatment of Shion's hair. And as the room grew quiet once more, three little, mischievous mice did their best to not squeak too loud, lest they alert the sleepy men on the bed. It wouldn't do, after all, to give themselves away, not when they were sneakily devouring one of Shion's latest treasures.

When Nezumi resumed scanning the room again, though, once Shion had almost certainly fallen asleep, they were caught red-handed. Nezumi honed in on their little forms huddled in the corner, almost hidden by a bookcase but not quite. They each looked up in succession at the heated glare they felt in their direction and squeaked in alarm, scampering away and leaving a nearly empty wrapper labeled as the dark chocolate behind.

Once the squeaks disappeared and Nezumi was sure that the mice had fled from the room entirely, he scanned the surrounding area to find that the other two packs of chocolate were safely stored near the burner. The mice could, of course, get to the them if they were determined enough, as they had obviously done with the dark chocolate, but Nezumi had a feeling that they wouldn't even try. And so it was with that peace of mind that he was able to close his eyes and fully enjoy the warmth at his side enough to fall into the deepest and most restful sleep he may have ever had.