Disclaimer:
I don't own Saiyuki and didn't make any money writing this.

Warning:
Yaoi with Tenpou x Kenren pairing. Lemon not the highest
quality...sorry. Still one of my first attempts at it. Read and
enjoy...

"Oi, Tenpou,
you here?"

He pushed, and met
with resistance, but not a locking mechanism. Probably more books.
This place had to be cleaned on a weekly basis, else Tenpou would
take all the books off the shelves and arrange them in neat stacks
where only he could find things.

The resistance
hadn't been books, they were huge sake jars. Dozens of them.

"Ten-chan?"

Perhaps if he had
been drinking, he had passed out.

"You drunk, or
you honestly passed out, Ten-chan?"

"SLURP."
A curling wisp of smoke rose from behind the book encrusted desk.

"Oi, you just
ignoring me or are you making it a point to not share whatever you're
drinking with your pal?"

He threaded his way
through the standing earthen-ware soldiers to the desk. Making a
calculated sortie, he chose which side would be best to approach the
engrossed Marshal.

"Ten-chan, are
you still hiding away in your book, or are you going to talk to me?"

Bending down on his
knees, he took the book that so occupied the attention of Gensui
Tenpou. The Field Marshal's head snapped up in alarm and surprise.

"Kenren,
did they cancel your manœuvers?"

The red-head smiled
wistfully. Leave him to loose all track of time.

"I've been gone
a week and I missed you. I need you Ten-chan. I want you, now."
He pulled the still burning butt from between Tenpou's lips, as he
drew the man closer to himself by the collar. Unresistantly Tenpou
leaned into that kiss, making it all the more passionate.

"Does that feel
like I've only been gone one day?"

"My, my. I
should say not." He guided his hand to Kenren's crotch. "Mmm.
And neither does this."

"Don't start
something you can't finish." He buried his nose in Tenpou's
neck, licking and nibbling ears, throat, which ended under his chin.
Tenpou moaned in expectation.

"You know full
well we won't make it home before one of us takes advantage of the
other."

"Yeah, I know."
Kenren was pulling at Tenpou's tie, shirt and coat, trying to fight
them all at once, but loosing the battle.

Tenpou's gentle
hands held the other's tightly still, while he stood. Meticulously
methodical, Tenpou folded books, putting them into stacks. These
stacks he arranged around his soldiers until the desk free of debris.

He dipped the bowl
into the wine jar again, offering it to Kenren, who drank it
gratefully. Tenpou helped himself to one as well, sealing the open
jar afterwards.

"Mmm. Damn
good shit."

"I thought my
tastes in tea had improved."

"Ten-chan,
that's not tea. It's rice wine. And from its taste, from the Gods'
own table."

"Aa, that would
explain a few things." His voice was teasing as he reached for
a kiss playfully.

Kenren slid his
duster off, as Tenpou worked his own clothing. Bare chested they
threw themselves at each other with a tempest of love.

The General won the
first round by lifting the Marshal onto the edge of the desk.

He wedged his way
between Tenpou's knees, grinding his own arousal with the mound he
found there. Tenpou's head rolled back.

"Ken-chan, I
missed you." Kenren was operating on Tenpou's belt and
trousers. Upon their revelation, there was already a damp spot on
Tenpou's dark, bikini briefs. Kenren leered in delight.

"You
did miss me." Watching Tenpou's heaving chest, he
fondled it just the barest amount. Tenpou hitched his breathing,
tilting his hips into the hand there, only to have it drawn away
moment later. He groaned in agony.

Taking in the sight
of that reined in erection made Kenren want it all the more. Dipping
his hands beneath the band, Kenren started working them down over his
hips to his knees.

When his moisture
laden member was exposed to the cool air, Tenpou shuddered with
excitement. The lotus bud tip flushed a darker rose as more blood
engorged him. The root and shaft almost purple from desire, drew
Kenren's attention and admiration.

Now free of its
confines, his manhood sought refuge, anywhere. Kenren kissed Tenpou
deeply, their tongues exploring one another as friends that haven't
met in a long while. They took their time learning the curves and
caves of each other's respective mouth.

Tenpou continued to
moan deep in the back of his throat as he rubbed himself against
those lovely muscles of Kenren's abdomen.

"How many have
you had to-day Ten-chan?"

Tenpou's mind was
far from thinking clearly at the moment. "How many whats? I
haven't had nearly enough of you yet. We've just started." His
voice was a fuzzy murmur.

"How many jars
of rice wine. You reek of it."

"Mmm, three,
no, four I think. I finished off yesterday's ration. I'm not drunk,
just horny"

"I can see
that." He fondled the phallus in question with admiration.

"So, do
something about it." Tenpou sounded almost peevish.