1The Affair

By: 1xmocha

Summary: Ryoma didn't want to be married to some girl whose grandmother his dad had perved on in middle school. He wanted an one night stand...At the beginning, that's all it was suppose to be...

Pairings: onesided SakunoxRyoma, main OT5

Rating: T (for now...)

Note: Oh wow, I haven't updated in forever. Stupid school! But I will be updating my stories that you all have been patiently waiting for(sorry!!) in the future. So for now, please enjoy this little plot bunny! ;p

Chapter 1

"Ryoma-kun?" Sakuno's voice spoke softly.

Ryoma turned to look at his wife.

They had been married for 6 years now. At first Ryoma tried to force himself to love her but, you can only pretend for so long.

"Do you have your things packed for your trip?" She questioned.

Ryoma nodded.

Sakuno was the ideal wife. She cooked, cleaned, had a job, took care of him, and held him gently when they had sex.

However, that was not what he wanted.

He was tired of slow, hardly arousing sex. He wanted it rough, and passionate.

After they had been married in Japan, they had move to California where Ryoma's beach house sat on a hill over looking the sea.

He had an ideal life: fame, a great house, money, a trophy wife, and looks to go with it.

He still got stares from men and women were ever he went.

His hair had grown longer now reaching the tops of his shoulders in a bedroom look. His eyes were even more striking, the golden irises seducing to those who looked at him. His skin was porcelain white with a hint of tan from daily California life. His lips were red like that of a rose. They were beautiful and pouty but they also had their thorns when he got pissed off. His body was, however, slim like a women's but muscular. Friends had sometimes joked that Sakuno was more of a man then ryoma was. He was not amused.

Ryoma picked up his suit he needed for the funeral.

His dad had died yesterday from a heart attack. He had cried for quite a while too.

Even though his dad was a no good pervert and lazy bum...he had inspired him to try tennis, granted he quit professional tennis 3 years ago unexpectedly, he had excelled at it and earned the name the Prince of Tennis by all.

And now he was returning to Japan.

"Ryoma..." Sakuno's voice trailed off.

Ryoma with luggage in hand looked back at her and gave her a small smile.

"I'll be fine, I know you can't come because of work. The old man isn't going to haunt you if you don't come. Ok hun?"

Sakuno gave a small smile in return.

She looked at his sleepless, puffy eyes.

"Just take care okay?" she smiled as she walked him to the airport taxi.

"I might not be back for awhile thought. So if you need he just call me on my cell. I already called work and told them I wouldn't be teaching tennis lessons for awhile.Bye!"

And with that Ryoma stepped into the taxi and left.

Sakuno let out a small sob.

She was losing him...

POT

"Wah... poor Ochibi." Eiji sobbed while his lover, Oishi , held him.

"He's not exactly an ochibi anymore Eiji." Momoshiro stood to the side with Ann, his wife.

"No I take that back, he will always be a brat." Momoshiro faked raged.

"Fsshhh...brat." Kaigou agreed as he stood with his lover, Inui

"Now, now, Ryoma-chan has grown up a lot." Taka spoke as his wife went to help make more sushi.

"Maa...I think he has changed a lot." Fuji spoke with a seductive purr.

Everyone turned to look at the resident sadist.

"I still can't believe we let him get away." Atobe spoke from his position in Sanada's lap.

"We were there at his wedding, we could have objected, taken him from that whore." Sanada spoke.

"Ahh..." Tezuka nodded.

It was not known to may but, the best tennis players in Japan were involved in a foursome.

And they were all in love with Ryoma.

"So the funeral is tommorw right?" Taka spoke.

"Ok then will meet outside of the funeral home at 12 then." Fuji spoke as he stepped down from the sushi bar stool.

"I think I need a drink nee?" Fuji looked at his lovers for them to follow him to the closest bar.

POT

Ryoma sat at the bar.

Drunk and alone.

Pretty sad actually; and what's worse?

The damn people in the bar wouldn't stop feeling him up. Not that he could really tell them to stop because he couldn't really think well.

Ryoma's eyes were drunkenly gazed over as he sat with his head in his arms.

"Well boys we got us here a pretty boy."one old fart leered.

Ryoma lifted his head to tell him to piss off when another voice interrupted him.

"Excuse he gentlemen, but the guy you are currently trying to rape, is MINE." Fuji glared at them heatedly.

Ryoma frowned at him.

He was no ones and not Fuji's either.

"Say's who? Me and the bitch here were about to have some fun. Right whore?" the old man ran a hand over Ryoma's crotch.

Ryoma gasped and in a reflex action, punched the guy in the face.

The guy went down before the other men could get s punch.

"Are you okay?" Tezuka spoke as he cupped Ryoma's cheek.

"I'm fine, buchou." Ryoma leaned into the touch.

Tezuka looked at Ryoma carefully to see how drunk Ryoma was, trying to ignore how Ryoma was affecting him right now.

"Is he okay?" Sanada came over with a glass of water.

"Yeah, just drunk." Tezuka spoke.

"I'm not drunk." Ryoma pouted.

"Of course not." Atobe snorted.

"Monkey King." Ryoma smirked.

"Brat, nice to see you again, but almost getting raped by then at drunkard on the floor, tsk tsk."Atobe spoke back.

Ryoma glared.

"Well then lets take you home." Fuji spoke as he helped Ryoma stand up but was imediatly taken down by Ryoma.

"I guess we are going to have to carry you home." Atobe spoke as he picked Ryoma up and held him bridal style.

"Fine." Ryoma drunkenly sighed.

Ryoma laid his head against Atobe's chest not noticing the increased heart beat.

POT

Ryoma woke up to someone putting him in a bed.

Ryoma looked up to see Atobe tucking him in the covers, about to leave.

"No!" Ryoma grabbed Atobe's hand and pulled him back to the bed.

"What now?" Atobe questioned angry at the fact that this anorexic brat could pull him with such force.

"Don't leave me." Ryoma pleaded.

Atobe stared at him in shock as Ryoma pulled him closer to kiss him.

It was the single hottest kiss Atobe had ever had.

Oh god this was wrong. He had lovers and Ryoma, had a wife and was drunk out of his mind.

"Stop." Atobe moaned as Ryoma rolled him under him and began to place kisses along his neck and chest.

He then noticed his lovers watching the scene from the door, waiting for the okay.

Atobe rolled ryoma under him, "Do you realize what you are doing?"

"Yeah, waiting for you to fuck me or am I not obvious enough?" Ryoma snorted and began to try and pull off Atobe's shirt.

"You are married and drunk." Atobe stated the obvious.

"So?" Ryoma countered back as he finally got Atobe's shirt off and began to work on the pants.

Atobe grabbed the hand on his crotch.

"Are you sure you won't regret this in the morning?" Atobe spoke seriously.

"Yes."Ryoma spoke breathlessly.

That was all he needed as Atobe sealed their lips in a passionate kiss and the three other men joined in.

It was the that everything chaged...