Summary: AU – Ryoma was returning to Japan after the tennis Us Openings. It was going to be another boring flight, but in the midst of his traveling, a huge hole rips through the sky. The airplane is sucked in and crash lands in a desert. As the only survivor in a mysterious land far from America, Japan, and his own world, he must now find a way to return home, but only if he survives the turbulent challenges that faces ahead of him, especially when he is taken as prisoner to become a bed slave to a prince of a mysterious kingdom. Thrill Pair. Yaoi. Seme Ryoma, Uke Fuji.

Author's note: There will be OC characters. Characters may be out of character. This fan fiction is not related to the anime/manga. It will contain boy x boy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Warning: Rated M for adult content.

Chapter One: Far From Home

Stifling a yawn, Ryoma stretched his arms and adjusted himself in his seat. Propping his elbow on the handle of the seat, he placed his chin on his palm, turning his head to look out the window. He could see nothing, but white fluffy clouds pass by. Sighing, he turned his gaze away from the window. He was on an airplane, flying back to Japan after winning the tennis US Openings. His mother had called a week ago, pestering him to return home since the competitions were over. Reluctantly, Ryoma had agreed because he knew if he didn't, his mother would make him go down the guilt trip. Besides, he did miss his cat, Karupin. Reaching into his carry on bag, he took out his mP3 player. Sliding the ear pieces into his era, he pressed the play button. As the music blasted into his ears, he leaned back against the seat, hoping to get some shut eye. It was barely two minutes later when he felt the airplane shake roughly, waking him up. Alert from the sudden shaking, Ryoma glanced around as people started putting on their seat belt. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a mother tightly holding onto her daughter who was crying. A sudden dread sunk in as Ryoma quickly snapped his seat belt together.

In the midst of the chaos with people crying, talking, and screaming, he could barely hear the pilot talking on the radio, telling everyone to calm down. Sweat ran down the side of his face as he turned to look out the window again. His eyes widen at the sight of a large black hole in the middle of the sky. Everything around him went silent as the airplane continued to be pulled into the black hole. He could hear people praying silently, the soft whimper of a child, and the even breathing of everyone else. They had accepted their fate.

Closing his eyes, Ryoma muttered a name to himself, "Karupin." He was going to die, never to see his beloved cat again. His mother was going to wait, only to be devastated to hear that the airplane her son was on had crashed. His father wouldn't probably show any emotion, but he knew that his father would be sad as well. Then there was his cousin Nanako. She was like an older sister to him. He knew she would be crying over his death and then there was also Ryoga, his adopted older brother. Ryoga had left home earlier on, but it didn't change the fact that the two had also been close when they younger. Finally, his thought rested on his girlfriend of four years, Haru. The time they spent together was precious to him. Although he had devoted most of his life to tennis, she continuously waited for him patiently. She knew how important tennis was to him and thus, she accepted the fact that Ryoma wouldn't be spending much time with her. It pained him that he would not be table to tell her how much he loved her.

The first sound of the airplane falling came within minutes. Ryoma took a breath and exhaled slowly. The rattling and shaking continued as he felt his body become light. The airplane was descending. As though it was their final call, everyone became quiet. Only the sound of the wind passing by quickly echoed in the silent airplane...and then there was silence.

Groaning, Ryoma turned onto his side. His body was aching everywhere. Sitting up, he placed a hand to his head as he tried to remember what had happened. Blinking away the blurriness, he found himself inside a part of a torn down airplane. Ryoma gasped as it finally came back to him. He looked around and found dead bodies lying everywhere. The limbs of some bodies were bent in the wrong direction and some that were separated from them. Death stained the air. His hands quickly moved to his mouth as he suppressed the urge to vomit. Breathing heavily, he stood to his feet. Stumbling along as he walked, Ryoma used the metal side of the broken airplane to walk. Glancing to the side, he noticed the other half of the plane a bit farther away, but it was in flames. The sight of the flames already told him that there would not have been any survivors. He swallowed, hoping to rid of the lump in his throat, but it only made it worst. His stomach clenched and he felt woozy. Letting out a breath, Ryoma slumped over and puked whatever that was in his stomach. He wheezed for a bit, trying to regain his composure. It was too much for him to handle. Among everyone else, he had been the only survivor. His gaze went back to searching. He looked up, raising an arm over his face to block the scorching heat of the sun.

After getting pass the shock of being the only survivor and seeing the dead bodies, he finally realized that they had crashed into a desert. Just thinking about the heat made his throat itch from dryness, then again, it might be because he had just vomited a few minutes ago. Gathering what was left of his will, he went in search of the first aid kit, hoping that they had water stored somewhere. Unfortunately, as he searched, he realized that the first aid kit as well as all the other survival necessities were on the other half the plane which was still in flame. Cursing out loud, he slammed his fist into the metal wall of the broken airplane. Everything had gone so wrong. He was suppose to be in Japan with his family, where there was food, water, and shelter. He was suppose to be lying in bed with his girlfriend, enjoying the day as they lingered in bed, playing and teasing each other. A yearning to be home over came him. Logically, he knew he should stay with the airplane and find a way to make an SOS signal, but his body was telling him to move. Rummaging through the bags, he finally found his carry on bag. His mP3 was broken, so he left that behind, however his carry on bag, though ripped and torn, was still usable. He took out his cap and placed it on top of his head. Swinging the back over his shoulder, he started walking through the unknown desert, hoping that he would find some place for water.

Day turned to night and the heat of the sun suddenly turned cold. Wrapping his arms around himself, Ryoma dropped his bag. He opened it and took out his jacket. Quickly slipping on his jacket, Ryoma continued walking. He was exhausted and still in pain. He was also sure that somewhere inside his body, he had broken bones and internal bleeding, but it didn't stop him from moving. Dawn was on the horizon when Ryoma finally fell to the ground on his knees. His body was giving out. Taking in the hot, dry air into his body only made him thirstier. His eyes ready to close, but he forced himself to keep them opening. Standing once more, Ryoma continued on. The heat beat against his skin, making him sweat. He was losing the water in his body quickly, which wasn't good. Ryoma knew that if he lose too much, he would become dehydrated. He didn't have water with him either, which meant he wouldn't be able to replenish the water his body needed. His mouth had become dry and eventually, even the sweat that was cooling his body was beginning to stop. His was feeling light headed and even his heart was thumping a bit faster. If this went on, Ryoma knew he would probably die of dehydration before heat stroke.

Suddenly, in the distance, he noticed a group of dark silhouettes coming toward him. They were moving in his direction at a fast pace, leaving behind dust from the sand. Hope was spreading through Ryoma as he started to run to them. He was sure that they were people and if they were people, it meant that he was saved. In minutes, they were surrounding him. Ryoma saw blurred images of horses, but his gaze was focused on the figure sitting on top of a black horse. His gaze was piercing, sending a shiver down Ryoma's spine. All the men around him were covered from head to toe along with a cloth covering half their face, leaving only the eyes to be seen. There was a feeling of dread in Ryoma as he came to his senses. They were people, but they might be bandits...or worst, murderers. He gulped, but there was nothing to swallow.

Ryoma spoke hoarsely, "Please...help me..." Those were his last words before exhaustion took hold of his body and he fell to the desert floor, unconscious.

When Ryoma awoke again, he was staring at a stone ceiling. Confused, he sat up slowly, trying to figure out where he was. Memories came flashing back the moment he sat up. He remembered the men on horses surrounding him, but everything after that was black. He assumed that he had fell unconscious and the men took him. Ryoma tried to stand, but as he stood he heard the soft clinking of metal against metal. Glancing down at his feet, he saw that his feet were bound by metal chains. The dread he felt earlier came rushing back. Closing his eyes, he took calm even breaths. Now was not the time to panic. He had to find a way home. Suddenly, the door to the cell he was imprisoned in opened. Ryoma's eyes fluttered open quickly as he took a step backward. He stumbled and fell on his buttocks. Wincing, he slowly looked up at the person who stepped inside. The eyes he stared into was the same sharp gaze he had seen before passing out.

Ryoma's focus zoomed out and he noticed the clothing the man was wearing. It was a dark red, almost drapery like, clothing with no sleeves. Wrapped around his waist was an intricate, gold cloth belt. The bottom of the cloth ended at about mid-thigh, leaving the rest as skin. On his feet, he wore a brown cloth boot with ropes tied at the top and near the ankle to prevent it from falling. What also caught Ryoma's attention were the spectacles the man was wearing. Ryoma hadn't noticed them earlier when there was a cloth covering his face.

The man started to speak to Ryoma, "Quci suen bou?"

Frowning, Ryoma shook his head, "I don't understand."

As soon as he spoke, the other man closed his mouth and stared at him. Ryoma grew uncomfortable under the man's stare and shifted on his feet, scraping the chains against each other. The door opened again, turning Ryoma's attention to the new person who came in. Compared to the other man, the new person who stepped inside wore a toga like clothing. They began talking to each other in the language that Ryoma didn't understand. He had a gut feeling that they were talking about him. Suddenly, the new man who entered shifted his gaze to him. Ryoma gulped slowly. Even though the new guy seemed kinder with his nice, sleeked black hair with only two pieces of lock falling over his forehead, Ryoma still didn't trust him. When the man took a step closer to him, Ryoma took a step back. He glared at him, almost daring the man to touch him. If he did, Ryoma would fight back. They might not understand each other, but he was sure that facial expressions told a lot.

Ryoma tugged his head away when the man reached out and heard him say, "Oi non nicen foa lei bou."

Growling, Ryoma swung his fist out, but it was easily caught by the first man who was there. Ryoma scowled and cursed as both his hands were retained and bound. The man who was reaching out to him grasped him by the chin and yanked his head up. Staring into the gentle black eyes, Ryoma fell into a trance. A felt a tap on his forehead and then there was a rush of pain. Ryoma let out an agonizing scream, twisting his head away only to be caught again. The pain lasted for at least five minutes before it slowly started to fade. Breathing heavily, Ryoma slumped forward. Sweat beaded down his forehead, dripping onto the stone floor.

"Do you understand us now?" asked the man who had grabbed him by the chin.

Ryoma blinked, his eyes feeling heavy. He slowly lifted his head, trying to get a view of the man in front of him. "Ye-yeah...how..?"

"He gave you the knowledge," said the other man who had bound his arms.

Nodding his head slowly, Ryoma to stand straight, but his stomach churned and he slumped over again. He thought that he would get a moment of rest, but the man who had bound him yanked him by the ropes he was bound in, pulling him backward. He felt the impact of the wall, taking the breath out of him. Ryoma groaned in pain as his body slid down against the wall.

"Careful now Tezuka," said the man with the black hair, "we don't want him unconscious again. We need answers."

"Spy," muttered the man name Tezuka.

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"I wasn't Oishi."

Ryoma gazed up at them, confused. He didn't know what they were talking about. He wasn't a spy. He was just a tennis player who was flying back from America to return home in Japan. Sighing, Ryoma cluck his tongue, catching the attention of the other two. Looking up at them with a glare, Ryoma said, "I'm not a spy. I don't know anything. I was an airplane back to Japan when a huge black hole ripped through the sky. The airplane descended and we crashed landed here. I'm the only survivor and I'm pretty sure I need to see a doctor to check if I have any internal bleeding."

"Airplane?" they asked in unison.

Ryoma arched a brow at their puzzled expressions. "Yeah...you know, the metal things that fly in the sky."

"Fly in the sky? Oh...what is that? Some kind of magic?" asked Oishi with wide eyes, "I have never heard of a spell that can make one fly."

"No! Not magic that can...wait, magic? Spells? What the hell are you talking about?" Ryoma asked confusedly. There was no such thing as magic and spells. Maybe in movies and books, but definitely not in real life.

"He must be a country bumpkin," said a new voice that entered.

Ryoma shifted his gaze to the new person who entered the cell. He had red hair that swept out both ways and a bandage on his cheek.

"I am not a country bumpkin," Ryoma growled.

"I don't think he is either," Oishi agreed, "Do you wonder how you even started to understand?"

"Wha-yeah...I mean, how the hell did you do that?" Ryoma asked as he stared at Oishi.

"Magic," replied Oishi.

Lost for words, Ryoma scoffed. He started to laugh, as he shook his head. "You guys are crazy," Ryoma said accusingly.

"Maybe you are the one that is crazy," said the red head man.

"Don't antagonize him Eiji," Oishi cooed, "He's just confused. From the way he was speaking and acting, I'm quite sure he's not from here."

"Of course he isn't," Eiji said, "I know at least that much."

"No, I mean...Eiji, he may not be from this world at all."

Ryoma blinked at the statement Oishi said. He didn't understand what was going on. He was sure that he only crash landed somewhere in the middle east because of the clothes they were wearing, but now that he thought about it, it wasn't even possible.

"Forget it. Get him ready. He wants to see him," Tezuka ordered.

"Okay," Oishi said, "Then I'll head back first."

Oishi was the first to leave. Tezuka and Eiji were left behind. From the way Tezuka said things, Ryoma knew he was going to be taken somewhere. He tried to fight against them, but Eiji and Tezuka handled him easily, unlocking the chains on his feet, but keeping his hands bound. They pushed him out of the cell, blindfolding his eyes before they started making him walk. Although Ryoma wanted to shove them and run, he thought better of it. He didn't know the place and if he ran, he would most likely get caught again.

With the blindfold on his eyes, he couldn't memorize the place. However, he did know that they were making a lot of turns, like he was in some kind of labyrinth. As he continued to be pushed to walk, he heard the sound of a woman laughing. Flute and drums joined her voice as she began to sing.

In the land of the desert

She walks and dances

She sings and laughs

Oh, how she lures the men

So sweetly, so lovingly

No beauty can ever rise above her

The lady of fine, black hair

A wild gazelle

Who lights the fire in man's heart...

The song drifted, become a distant muffle as Ryoma walked away from it. He strained his hear so he could continue listening to the melodic voice, but it disappeared. Suddenly, they came to a halt. He heard the sound of a door opening and then he was shoved inside. Humid air blasted against his face. The blindfold came off and he found himself standing inside a large, white bath place. Statues decorated the place with water running out from them. It was foggy with steam, but he could still see the things. It was beautiful, striking him with awe.

"We've brought him," Siad Eiji, breaking Ryoma's trance.

He brought his to a sudden movement from behind a tree. An old man stepped in clothes similar to Oishi. He had black hair that was turning gray and silver eyes that seemed to see through the soul of others. Ryoma stiffened at the sight of the old man, but he was pushed forward again. Stumlbing forward, he stopped himself before smacking into the old man.

"This is him?" asked the old man as his eyes swept Ryoma's body from head to toe, "Hmph, I guess he'll do."

Arching a brow, Ryoma felt insulted. He might have not model worthy, but he confident that he was handsome. He had a great build because he played tennis. He had abs, with toned arms and legs. Women screamed after him even if they were only tennis fans. Scowling, Ryoma decided that he didn't like the old man.

"We'll leave him to you then, Raol," Tezuka said as he turned with Eiji.

The door shut behind them and Roal gestured for Ryoma to follow. Reluctantly, Ryoma followed that man, grumbling to himself. He did not get a good feeling from the baths.

"Strip," commanded Raol.

"Wha-what?! I am not stripping for you!" Ryoma exclaimed, aghast by the command.

Thwap!

Ryoma felt his head jerk to the side as a stinging pain spread across his cheek. Shocked that he had just been slapped by the old man, Ryoma growled and turned his head back to him. Rage seethed through him. He didn't care of the man was old, he was ready to pounce him and beat him into a pulp, but a sudden wave to an open archway caught his attention. Two guards stood by with armor and spears. Ryoma gulped and finally did as he was told. Raol untied his bound hands, allowing him to strip himself. Ryoma slipped off his clothes, letting them fall to the ground. Without even looking, he could feel the gaze of Raol on his baked body. Suddenly, he felt smaller...weaker. Shaking off the feeling, he waited for Raol's next command.

"Get in the bath. If you try anything funny, those guards over there will kill you," Raol said in a cold voice.

Clucking his tongue again, Ryoma stepped forward, but stopped. "What about my injuries? Shouldn't I get checked by a physician first?" he asked.

"Injuries? You have none. Last I heard, Oishi already examined you and you were fine...inside and out," Raol said, "Now get in."

Confused, Ryoma frowned. It wasn't possible to not have sustained any injury from a crash like that. Groaning, Ryoma felt a headache coming. Brushing the thought behind, he stepped into the bath and sunk his body in. His aching muscles and joints relaxed and he sighed contently. Closing his eyes, he ran his hand over his face, wetting it. Hearing Raol clap his hands together, Ryoma opened his eyes again. Looking up, he noticed a young girl walking forward. His eyes widened when he saw that she was naked. Raol had walked off and disappeared after she stepped inside the bath and walked to Ryoma.

"Uh...wait...wait!" Ryoma said as he moved quickly to escape her hands, "What are you doing?"

The girl with long, brown hair tilted her head to the side at his question. "I am...going to wa-wash you," she said shyly in stutters.

"I can do that myself," Ryoma said.

The girl shook her head, "I can't do that. I've been ordered by Raol to help wash you. Now, pelase, if...you don't mind...may I continue...my job? I would not like...to be punished for...being unable to do my job..."

Ryoma saw the blush on her face, but hearing that she might be punished for not washing him made him falter. Glancing to the side, he finally moved back to the spot he was sitting in earlier and waited for her. She motioned for him to stand and he did as she told. A wet cloth ran across his chest slowly. He tried not to look at her, but was finding it hard. Her smooth fingers ran across his body, spreading the soap. He felt the linger of he fingertips running down the side of his body to his thigh. He shuddered at her touch near his groin. Despite the fact that he knew he shouldn't be aroused because he had a girlfriend, his body still reacted. The first stir of his cock came when she moved, brushing her supple breast against arm. The touch of her hard nipples tickled his arm as she moved up and then down. A shaky sigh escaped his lips as she maneuvered to his back. Her body pressed against his back as she ran the wet cloth down his chest. He could feel the pressure of her breast against him, the curvature of her body molded perfectly with his body. She moved again, this time standing before him. He notice her gaze dart to his semi-erection. She blushed and looked away, continuing her job. Ryoma tried to take a step back, but her hands followed him. Before he knew it, she had slipped. Ryoma reached out to catch her, causing his erection to brush against the lips of her entrance. He heard her gasped and then moaned as she pressed her body against his. Ryoma groaned silently to himself as he felt his erection press into her.

"Shall I..." she whispered with a flush, "relieve you?"

Ryoma's eyes widened at her question. He gulped, wanting to be relieve from the pressure. He said quietly, "Wha-I mean...n-"

"Sakuno!" Raol yelled, surprising both Ryoma and the girl.

The girl was the first to draw away quickly. Ryoma glanced her as she looked to the ground shamefully. He looked over to Raol and felt his erection deflate from the menacing look in his eyes.

"I said to help wash him, not throw yourself at him," Raol hissed.

"I...I-I'm so-sorry," Sakuno said, her body shaking.

Ryoma huffed and turned toward Raol. "She didn't do anything. I was aroused by her and touched her first."

Raol's anger turned to him, but the old man didn't say anything. Instead, he dismissed Sakuno. Ryoma watched as the brunette girl gave him a quick glance before darting away. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his wet hair, giving a side way glance at Raol. He smirked at the old man, earning himself a scowl. He was then ushered out of the bath, quickly dried, rubbed in a sweet, spicy balm oil, and dressed. Ryoma wore a white drape dress, almost like a robe. A gold cloth was used like a belt to wrap around his waist. The top was slightly left open to reveal his smooth chest. Laces had to be tied down on the sleeves of his outfit before he was finally able to move again. He followed after Raol once more, leading him into another room. Raol walked away for a second and then returned with gold chains. Ryoma stared at it and shook his head once.

"I am not wearing chains like I'm some prisoner," Ryoma hissed.

"Prisoner? You're mistaken," Raol said amusingly, "You're to be taken as a bed slave."

"Be-bed slave?! Like a sex slave?!" Ryoma exclaimed in shock.

He tried to run, but he felt push from behind. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed two guards had appeared. Cursing, he glared at Raol who was smiling at him. The gold chains snapped onto his wrist, clinking whenever he moved. Ryoma gritted his teeth together. He had to keep his anger in check. If he did anything reckless, it was his head. Once again, he was pushed along. The walk was silent with only the two guards behind him and Raol in front. Ryoma glanced around, noticing a courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a large fountain. As he walked by, he noticed a figure sitting by the fountain. The figure wore an outfit similar to his, but instead of opening up at the chest, it wrapped up to the figure's neck and there weren't any laces on the sleeves. From the nape down on the figure's back, there were laces that held the clothing together. Before he could take a closer look, he was shoved along. Growling at the guard who pushed, Ryoma glared and then cluck his tongue.

Silence filled the corridor. Looking around, Ryoma couldn't see anyone. He tipped his head down slightly and glance to the right and then to the left. Earlier on he thought that it wasn't a good idea to escape, but with how the way things were turning, Ryoma was going to risk. When the guards weren't paying attention, Ryoma moved his body to the right, shoving the guard down. The guard on the left reacted quickly, stabbing his spear forward. Ryoma dodged it and rammed his body against the guard as hard as he could. The guard toppled over, releasing his spear. Ryoma grabbed it with his chained hands and swung around. The spear clashed with the other guard's spear, just in time to prevent him from getting stab. He could hear Raol screaming out commands from behind the guard he was struggling with, but he ignored whatever Raol was saying. He jumped back, pulled both hands back and threw the spear. It flew, taking the guard by surprise. The moment gave him enough time to run. He turned on his heels and started to run in the direction they had came. Running through the open halls, he made a few turns, trying to remember which way he came. He knew that if he could get back to the courtyard, he was in the middle of the residence, which also meant that there was a better chance for him to find an escape route.

Stopping briefly only to catch his breath, Ryoma continued to run. He turned a corner and saw the courtyard before him. He hastened his pace, but suddenly a figure stepped in front of him. Ryoma skidded to a halt, stopping inches away from te pointed end of a sword. Taking a few breaths, Ryoma slowly looking up from the point of the sword and met with a pair of closed eyes. He fell to his knees, noticing how the sword followed him.

"You must be the new slave," said the person.

Taking a closer look, Ryoma realized that the person who was standing before him with a sword pointed at him was the same person he had seen earlier sitting by the fountain. At first he had thought the person was a female, but upon closer inspection, he saw that the person had a very flat chest. His voice was also a bit deeper. Although he had delicate arms and a slim body, the aura around the man held one of nobility.

"Prince Shusuke!" yelled Raol's familiar voice.

Ryoma's eyes widen as he heard the honorific. String up at the prince, Ryoma composed himself and asked the question he dreaded, "Where...am I? I am...on Earth aren't I?"

He saw the prince raise a brow at him for a quick second and then he answered, "You are in the Kingdom of Erutan...in the world of Armonia."

Ryoma caught his breath. It was as though he had stepped into a fantasy book. He wasn't in his own world anymore. He was far from the world he once knew.

Author's note: I know, I know. I shouldn't be writing new stories when I have other fanfics to finish. But...but, I really wanted to write this one! This is just a preview. I probably won't continue it until after I finish my other fanfic or...it might just take a while to update. So, please review. I know it might have started off a bit slow, but I promise it'll get interesting!