Title: Customs

Author: Zalia Chimera

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Tenpou/Kenren

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Saiyuki Gaiden. They belong to Kazuya Minekura.

Summary: Kenren and Tenpou ring in the New Year


The trees were spinning.

Kenren blinked a few times, shook his head, regretted it and finally they stopped and decided to stay still. He took another swig of sake from the bottle which was clutched loosely in his hand, managing not to spill it only through centuries of long practice and the fact that it would be a real waste of good booze.

"I hope you aren't expecting me to help you to bed, General."

Kenren's eyes shot open and he gave a rather undignified yelp as he sat bolt upright. Or tried to at least. His body gave up just a few inches from the ground and he sank back down with a groan as Tenpou leaned over him, face just a couple of inches from his own.

"S'okay," he said, managing to make the words intelligible. Just. "I can get there."

Tenpou just smiled at him, placing one hand on either side of the General's head. "You may be able to get there, but I must question whether you'll be fit to do anything else in your current condition." He pressed one knee between Kenren's legs firmly as if to prove his point.

Kenren moaned, finally relinquishing his hold on the sake bottle in exchange for wrapping his arms around Tenpou's shoulders and giving him a rather sloppy kiss. "I'm good to go," he said with a wide, lecherous grin.

"Hm, so you are," Tenpou replied, although he seemed in no hurry to move, rubbing his knee firmly against Kenren's groin and creating all sorts of really good feelings. "Your powers of recovery are truly impressive."

"Heh, I aim to please, Marshall."

Tenpou's grin sharpened and Kenren knew that no matter how much he'd appeared to have been drinking earlier in the night, he was entirely too sober now to pass up on giving Kenren a hard time. Just the thought made Kenren shudders pleasantly.

"Oh? Then I believe I have some research that I need your help with. I was reading up on New Years customs from the Lower World and I beleive that you would be ideally suited to assist me."

Ten minutes, one rather bruised elbow and some busy hands later, the sake bottle stood alone to see in the New Year.