A/N: So I´ve decided to make a collection of yaoi one-shots or more-shots featuring different pairings all involving bottom!Ryoma. Ryoma will always be the central character, though not everything will be from his point of view, and everything will be YAOI! I´m open to suggestions if anybody has a couple, or couples they want featured. :D I hope you enjoy the stories.

Disclaimer: The following chapters includes characters created by Takeshi Konomi, as well as schools and tennis teams. I make no profit of this work of fiction in which I borrow these characters, schools and tennis teams.

Pairing: Sengoku/Ryoma

Summary: Sengoku has had enough.

Genre: Romance, drama

Warning: Slight angst, graphic sex, takes place after canon

Rating: M (If you aren´t old enough, or don´t enjoy reading yaoi, please don´t read any further.)

Chapter 1: Lucky In Love...

"Don´t walk away from me. Please...it didn´t even mean anything! Just please don´t leave me..."

The broken words halted him mid-stride. Never had he heard his precious one speak like that.

Sounding lost and scared.

So different from his usual cocky manner, his confident attitude. So very different from the brat he knew he was like. Somehow, it just made Sengoku love his koibito all the more.

He turned and faced the shuffling form of his younger lover. "Ryoma," he breathed, moving towards the smaller form even as he spoke. "I love you, more than anything. I´d wish you would hurry up and realize that already. But right now I´m just so angry I need to leave before I say something I´ll regret later, okay." Sengoku said as he reached for Ryoma, putting his strong arms around the lithe waist and drawing him close.

"I´m leaving right now, but I´ll be back in an hour or so..." he trailed off as Ryoma clutched his hands in the fabric of Sengoku´s shirt, pressing his face into the broad, muscled chest. "Promise me," Ryoma begged, voice muffled by the shirt, silent tears streaming down his pretty face. "Promise me you will be back!"

Sengoku sighed and closed his eyes, burying his face in Ryoma´s hair and took a deep breath, smelling the telltale scent of Ryoma´s cherry shampoo. "I promise," Sengoku swore before managing to wrench himself away from his love´s warm embrace and leave out the door.

He wanted nothing more than to stay and take Ryoma into his arms, carry him into their bedroom of their shared apartment and make love to him well into morning.

But he had business to attend to.

There was someone he needed to speak with urgently. Sengoku had waited long enough to say what he needed to say to the person he needed to say it to.

He could feel his seething anger build again as his mind went through the events that had led up to the epic row he´d had with Ryoma just minutes before. He didn´t even register the cold November night as his blue eyes glinted with the memory of what he´d witnessed when he entered through the door to his own apartment.

The apartment he shared with Ryoma.

The apartment he called home because of Ryoma.

His hands curled into tight fists, shaking in his anger as he saw the scene of that man kissing Ryoma, Sengoku´s Ryoma, replaying in his mind over and over again.

Sengoku wasn´t a particularly possessive person. Was more of a happy-go-lucky person, really. But enough was enough. Ryoma had always drawn the attention of plenty of other men, but they usually backed down when they learned that he was taken. That Ryoma did not want them. He had Sengoku. He loved Sengoku.

Had chosen him before all others.

But still that man insisted on trying to get close to the tennis prodigy. Kept trying to steal him from under Sengoku´s watchful gaze.

Having arrived at his destination, the 23 year old took a deep steadying breath before he steeled himself for the long overdue confrontation which was about to unfold.

He knocked on the door and wasn´t surprised when it opened almost immediately. Likely the other thought him to be Ryoma seeking comfort from their previous fight.

"Tezuka," Sengoku growled, a fringe of red hair blowing across his eyes from the November wind. He could feel his whole body gearing up for a fight just at the sight of the other man, the enemy.

"Sengoku," Tezuka acknowledged, voice as expressionless as always, the now 23 year old law-student having changed very little from their teenage years.

"Stay away from him!" Sengoku demanded firmly. "This has been going on for too long. Give it up. He chose me! Me! So back off," he bit out through gritted teeth, his mind still happily showing him the image of Tezuka leaning down to capture Ryoma´s lips in a kiss he had no right in taking.

"And if he does not want me to stay away?" the other man questioned, his glasses glinting with some suppressed emotion Sengoku couldn´t name.

It was the last straw for the redhead.

He´d suffered through years, years, of Tezuka trying to take Ryoma from him.

Had watched Tezuka ruin dates for them, celebrations and even anniversaries while Ryoma remained blissfully unaware of the true meaning behind the many emergencies he´d had to aid his buchou in.

Fury taking it´s ugly hold of him, Sengoku raised a hand and delivered a satisfying punch to Tezuka´s face. The right hand hook took the bespectacled man by surprise, and he went stumbling backwards further into his apartment while Sengoku was quick to follow, hand ready to deliver another blow, ignoring the already blooming pain to his knuckles.

"You will stay away from him because I tell you so. Because I love him, and you´ve been getting in my way ever since we got together five years ago," Sengoku seethed. "Don´t you think it´s been long enough. It´s time to let him go..." he faltered as he spoke, watching the obvious play of emotions filter over the other man´s face.

He looked...devastated...heartbroken even.

Sengoku lowered his hand.

"You love him," he stated as all will to fight left him and he backed away from Tezuka, heading towards the open door. For some reason, that had never quite truly registered with Sengoku, and he´d never been one to be gleeful over others hurt. "I know that, I do, but I love him too. And Ryoma loves me back. After five years you should..." he trailed off.

Never did he thing the day would come when he would see Tezuka, the great Tezuka Kunimitsu, looking so pathetically lovesick.

They descended into an awkward silence, both of them looking away.

"If you hurt him..." Tezuka spoke suddenly, rubbing a hand against what had to be a throbbing jaw. "If you hurt him in any way, I will hurt you." It was a promise, and Sengoku took it for what it was. "If you are not serious about him, if..." he didn´t get any further as the redhead cut him off.

"I´m asking him to marry me."

Tezuka looked shocked. Though his expression didn´t change much, Sengoku somehow knew he hadn´t been expecting that. Hadn´t accounted for Sengoku to be so serious, so devoted. No one did, he supposed. After all he was Lucky-Sengoku. The man previously known for his fickle interest in girls had been poorly received among the Seigaku crowd when he first started going out with Ryoma. They didn´t trust him as far as they could throw him. The men Ryoma had forever forged an unbreakable bond of friendship with, fearing that his known wandering attention would one day hurt their baby boy.

But five years later, they were still going strong. The only one still against the pairing, Tezuka, Ryoma´s buchou whom he trusted and looked up to so much. Sengoku had at one point feared that Ryoma would one day wake up and realize that it was a mistake.

That it wasn´t Sengoku he loved, but Tezuka, his beloved buchou.

After so long though, Sengoku knew it wasn´t so. Knew that Ryoma loved him more than anyone, maybe even more than anything. However, Sengoku was not about to make Ryoma decide between tennis or him. He might not like the outcome.

"I see." Tezuka stated after a short silence. "Make him happy," he said simply before closing the door on Sengoku.

He stared at the closed door for a moment. Somehow surprised at the ease with which it seemed to make Tezuka leave them be. "I know..." he muttered, heading home. "As if I could ever hurt the little brat..."

When he got back, the man found his little love curled up on the sofa, wrapped up in one of Sengoku´s shirts, looking so achingly fragile, and so very, very small.

"Ryoma," Sengoku whispered, gently tracing his now bruised hand through Ryoma´s unique emerald-green tinted hair.

"Kiyosumi?" Ryoma murmured, sighing in his sleep and burying deeper into the too-large for him shirt.

"Hai," Sengoku whispered, leaning down to kiss the messy hair. Ryoma tiredly opened his eyes, but seemed unable to fully comprehend his lover´s return. Smiling gently at his love, Sengoku bent down and gathered the smaller form in his arms and carried him into their bedroom, strong from years of playing tennis and hard practice.

Depositing his precious burden onto their comfortable bed, Ryoma seemed to finally wake properly as he sat up expectantly.

"You are back!" he blurted out, pleased he hadn´t been left. Hadn´t been abandoned as he so often feared. It was a surprising fear the younger man had. No one would expect Echizen Ryoma to have abandonment issues, but it was one of the many surprising things Sengoku had learned about his boyfriend throughout the years.

"I told you I would be back, did I not?" Sengoku questioned as he crawled onto the bed, capturing Ryoma´s lips in a familiar passionate kiss. It was as if with that simple a kiss, a dam broke within Ryoma as he broke down into heartfelt sobs.

"I´m so sorry, Kiyosumi! I pushed him away, I did. As soon as I registered what happened, I pushed him away. I promise!" Ryoma cried out, leaving gentle kisses all over Sengoku´s face.

"I know," he whispered back to the distraught man. "I know. Hush, don´t cry. There´s no need for tears. It´s so rare to see you so upset, it makes me uncomfortable..."Sengoku spoke, trying to lighten the mood.

Ryoma glared at him, golden eyes, losing a bit of their distress as he snapped at the older one. "How can I not be upset! And after that fight we had too! You promised! We promised! Neither one of us would ever walk away from the other if in a bad mood. And then you just up and left!"

Sengoku gathered the trembling form into his arms, kissing the tempting neck, leaving his mark as Ryoma huffed at him. "I know. I am sorry. But I told you didn´t I? I needed to cool down. I would never forgive myself if I ever said or did something to hurt you."

Their eyes met.

"I love you, Ryoma."

"Baka Kiyosumi. I love you too," Ryoma breathed as he pressed a firm kiss to Sengoku´s waiting lips.

Pressing his lover down onto the bed, Sengoku gently showered his lover with raining kisses and somehow managed to divest them both of their clothing along the way as he planned to make sweet love to Ryoma. But the other man was impatient, had no time for slow sex that night. Wanted it hard, and fast and dirty.

Ryoma flipped them over and suddenly had his face buried in the v-shape of Sengoku´s legs. He nuzzled the straining erection there, licked at the head hungrily, eagerly swallowing the pre-cum. Ryoma kept his eyes open. Stared up at Sengoku´s burning blue eyes as he closed his mouth around his cock, and Sengoku groaned aloud, while his gaze never faltered. Because Ryoma was so very good at this. Was so very good at sucking cock, his cock, with his pretty red lips, and mischievous golden eyes staring back up at him. Conveying some message through his gaze.

It was all Sengoku could do to keep from coming from that alone, to fill Ryoma´s hot mouth with his cum and watch his throat work as he swallowed, watch as he would his lick cum stained lips.

But they were not finished yet. Not by a long shot. Grabbing at the base of his member with one hand to stop his impending orgasm, Sengoku used his other hand to pull Ryoma´s face off of him, pulled him upwards to claim his lips in a filthy kiss. Tasting himself there, tasting Ryoma.

"Kiyosumi! Please," Ryoma begged, and Sengoku groaned again, because Ryoma begging was hot all on its own, but mostly because he knew what Ryoma was begging for.

"Tell me!" he demanded as he flipped their position again, resting on top of his lover, his hands roaming all over that familiar body. Knew it as well as he knew his own.

"Tell me what you want, love, and I´ll give it to you. You know I will..." Sengoku promised, sucked a nipple into his mouth and delighted in the breathy moans coming from his little lover.

"I want you. Want you to open me up! To fuck me. Fill me up and never leave! Kiyosumi! Please!" Ryoma begged again, his words exciting the both of them. So filthily perverse from the usually calm, detached man.

Sengoku couldn´t help but grin at him. Couldn´t help but delight in the fact that no one had ever seen his Ryoma like that. No one but him would ever have him that way ever.

Reaching up for Ryoma´s plush red mouth, Sengoku let a finger trail over the bruised lips, pushed gently, and smiled, pleased, when Ryoma accepted the finger into his mouth. Sengoku didn´t have to tell him what to do. Ryoma instantly closed his lips around the digit.

Treated it as he treated Sengoku´s cock, licking and sucking on the finger.

Lathering it up.

Feeding Ryoma a second finger, Sengoku let his other hand play with Ryoma´s nipple. Knew how sensitive they were, and was so pleased, so very pleased with the reaction he got. The shiver that traveled through Ryoma´s entire body, and the eyes that widened to nearly an impossible size as he was strung tight with the pleasure coursing through him.

It was easy then, for Sengoku to pull his fingers from the smaller one´s mouth and trail them down Ryoma´s throat, down his chest and abdomen, past his hard erection, and down to the ultimate prize. The place were only Sengoku had ever been allowed.

"Are you ready?" Sengoku questioned, even as he himself was straining for it. Wanted nothing more than to be inside his boyfriend.

"Uh, Kiyosumi, please hurry up...I can´t take it much longer...I need to come..."

Ryoma´s breathy plea only served to egg Sengoku even further along, and without further ado pushed both fingers into the golden eyed one´s eager opening. They both groaned at the prelude to the real thing, knew it would soon get so much better.

Scissoring his fingers, Sengoku made sure to properly prepare his younger lover, while Ryoma eagerly pushed back onto the two digits inside of him.

"Hurry up, Kiyosumi. I´m ready, just do it all ready!" he demanded in familiar fashion, that cocky, self assured attitude that made him so beloved to so many people coming forth, even in their bedroom.

"What was that, hmm?" Sengoku grinned as he hit that special spot inside of his lover. "Not really in a position to make demands, are you?" Sengoku grinned, his happy go lucky smile grating on Ryoma´s patience, as he knew it would.

Reaching a hand down to Sengoku, Ryoma put his hand around his wrist and tugged, the fingers falling from his arse at the motion. Before Sengoku could really get his bearing with him, he was already on his back, Ryoma leaning over him, legs on either side of the redhead´s, hand around Sengoku´s leaking cock, keeping him steady as he ground down.

Then they both groaned. The bliss of finally being inside of Ryoma again temporarily distracting him, the tightness enough to almost make him come.

"Ryoma!" he growled, hands traveling to steady the moving hips. He clamped down hard around them. Knew Ryoma would carry bruises on his skin the next day, and got so very turned on by that knowledge he couldn´t help but get carried along with the movement of Ryoma´s body.

Ryoma continued to ride him, and they both loved it. Sengoku loved the tight space he was enclosed in, while Ryoma reveled in the fact that he was finally full. That Sengoku hadn´t left him.

They continued like that for a few minutes. Both too high strung on tension to really make it last. Ryoma came first with Sengoku´s hand wrapped around his leaking member as he bounced, hard, up and down on Sengoku. Sengoku followed his lover immediately. Exploding into his orgasm as Ryoma tightened impossibly around him. That silken heat milking him for all he had.

Afterwards they laid together, panting and regaining their breath as Ryoma cuddled close to his older boyfriend. Sengoku draped a tired hand around the smaller´s waist and drew him even closer to him.

They didn´t speak as Ryoma´s breath slowly evened out and he fell into a deep comfortable post coital sleep. Sengoku petted the tussled hair gently as he thought about what he´d spoken with Tezuka about earlier that night.

He hadn´t been lying when he said he was going to ask Ryoma to marry him. He´d even gotten the ring. All he needed was the perfect moment to ask the question, and then, finally, they could be together, always, for as long as they lived.

"Lucky!" Sengoku mumbled to himself as he too fell asleep. His old favourite quote having long since become a thing of the past.

A/N: So yeah...that was the first of it. I really have no plan for this, so I´m just writing as i go. But please let me know if you have an opinion on...whatever. I´m not shy, I´ll be glad just to hear from you!