A/N: I wrote this a loooong time ago. It's unbetaed, and relatively raw, but I really, really like how it came out.

As a side note for those of you who haven't read Saiyuki Gaiden. Kenren is Hakkai's previous incarnation, Kenren is Gyojo's. So you can read it as a 58.

Tenpou's mouth is bitter, like the cigarette he seemingly always has dangling from his mouth. Kenren kisses him slowly; fingers lingering on the tie Tenpou's always wearing. Tenpou breaks the kiss tentatively, lips peeling slowly away from Kenrens'.

He slumps onto his bed, taking in the musky odor of Kenren, the alcohol laced in his breath. Kenren plays with Tenpou's tie - he never really let go of it - tracing the embossed pattern on the silk, feeling the slight moistness that is Tenpou's sweat. He bends over and kisses Tenpou again, and tashi be damned, he could die here.

The kiss is awkward, Tenpou's glasses smash against Kenren's face, the kiss grows more frantic, deeper. Tenpou's soon lying on the bed, Kenren on top of him. He thinks about how fast a simple kiss can progress things and how quickly those things end.

Kenren's lips have left Tenpou's, and he slowly makes his way down Tenpou's neck resting on his collar bone, teeth grazing the skin ever so gently. Tenpou's green eyes dilate for a brief moment, his emerald eyes alive, twinkling. He places a soft kiss on Kenren's forehead, lips lingering a little too long. Kenren's fingers have found the zipper on Tenpou's pants; he rubs it between his fingers, feeling the rough lip of the zipper, the cold metal.

Tenpou's hands are urgent now, running themselves though Kenrens crimson hair, pulling, needing. Kenren complies, loosening the zipper, releasing Tenpou's legs from their denim confines. Kenren's pants are soon to follow as well as his shirt. He doesn't wear underwear, finds it to uncomfortable. His men often speak of this, it doesn't bother him. It only bothers him when Tenpou comments.

He becomes suddenly aware, as if Tenpou's words were the apple. He feels embarrassed around Tenpou. The marshal is always so composed, so refined, the only thing that ever betray the emotions boiling beneath the surface are those emerald eyes. Those eyes that even now in the heat of sex are, darting, sensing, taking in all around - seen and unseen.

Kenren claims Tenpou's body roughly, with none of the care shown in their foreplay. The sex is passionate and rough but sweet. They lose each other in one another's eyes, crimson and emerald.

Kenren is first to break, crying out Tenpous name softly. There's something about him. Kenren can't place it, but it's what drew him to Tenpou in the first place. They share one last kiss.

Those emerald eyes are always sparkling.

Thanks for reading, and reviews are ALWAYS welcome -- so is constructive criticism.

Da'lani