::I DO NOT OWN THE PRINCE OF TENNIS, IT'S CHARACTERS OR STORY::
Ryoma ducked his head under the water, letting himself sink he allowed the late night current wash him farther away from the shore. He knew he would run out of air soon, but that was the idea. The real Ryoma wouldn't have been submitted to this, no way. The real Ryoma would have held his head up high in dignity, but this wasn't the real Ryoma, the new Ryoma was vulnerable, scared, childish and suicidal. The new Ryoma couldn't be convinced to stay the course. Closing his bright golden orbs slowly he tried to imagine death; unfortunately two hands brought him firmly back up to the surface. Faintly, Ryoma heard the deep and heavy breathing of the 'other', his soft murmuring of something incoherent, something inconceivable. A rather hard slap to Ryoma's right cheek re-entered him into the world of the living.
"Ryoma, Ryoma!"
Ryoma opened his eyes halfway, expecting the place he was in; hell, he closed his eyes once more.
"Damn it, wake up!" A familiar voice, strange, could've sworn it was-
Ryoma's eyes shot open in shock, the person had their mouth upon his, desperately forcing air into Ryoma. Ryoma pulled himself away, coughing violently.
"Oh, thank god." The person was identified as male by his voice.
Ryoma coughed some more and then stopped suddenly. Getting his bearings, Ryoma found he was on the shore, he stared at the man. Ryoma couldn't make him out. "Who-who are you?"
The man had collapsed beside the boy, panting. "Why did you do that?"
Ryoma's eyes widened, this guy sounded extremely familiar. "W-what?"
The man grabbed Ryoma by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Why?!"
Ryoma gasped, "R-Ryoga."
"You had everything, why do you want to throw it all away?" Ryoga frowned.
"I, it was, it was just all my fault!" Ryoma blurted out.
Ryoga looked at Ryoma questionably.
"It was my fault that you slit your wrists, it was my fault you ran away, and it was my fault that you got depressed!" Ryoma felt tears streaming down his slightly flushed face.
Ryoga stared at his brother in horror. "No." He said sternly. "It wasn't."
Ryoma began punching Ryoga weakly, but after only three assaults he crashed against his brother's chest, crying. "I'm sorry."
Ryoga was shocked, there was his younger brother leaning really close to him apologizing needlessly. "R-Ryoma…"
Ryoma sobbed quietly as he clenched his brother's shirt tightly. His sobbing eventually lessened, and his grip on Ryoga's shirt became no more then a soft embrace against his chest.
Ryoga's arms, still limp by his sides, began yearning for the touch of his brother, to slowly caress his face to tell him that everything was okay, to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, but no; Ryoga restrained himself, keeping his arms where they were.
Ryoma sniffed lightly before wrapping his arms around Ryoga's neck.
Ryoga gasped, he would never have thought that Ryoma would be the first to act, but the reality of the fact was that he did, and didn't stop.
"Aniki…" Ryoma whispered into Ryoga's ear before lifting himself gently upon his elder brother's lap.
'Shit, why is he so…so…adorable?' Ryoga stared at the boy's thin body, slowly working his way up from his small feet to his skinny waist, and then back up to his face, 'oh god' his beautiful face, his golden eyes glistened in the moonlight. Ryoma pouted at just the right angle, giving off an incredibly adorable look, and oh, did he look so vulnerable and cute. 'Fuck Ryoga, get a grip, he's your little brother for god's-'
Lemon.
Ryoma pressed his lips lightly against Ryoga's temple, completely silencingRyoga's thoughts and conscience. Ryoga's eyes widened for a moment before he closed them and wrapped his yearning arms around Ryoma's waist, bringing the two extremely close. Ryoma felt Ryoga's hot breath against his cheek and moaned slightly, slowly shifting his lips until they were pushed firmly against his brother's. Ryoga unintentionally tightened his hold on the boy as Ryoma plunged his tongue inside his mouth. Breathing unevenly, Ryoma locked his legs around Ryoga's waist, hugging them together, increasing the friction between their bodies. Ryoma moved his tongue around seductively in Ryoga's mouth before breaking free of the kiss.
"Ryoma, dame-" Ryoga moaned, feeling his younger brother's hands go under his shirt and caress his quivering skin.
"I love you…" Ryoma's voice trailed off as he planted another kiss on his brother and rubbed his hands against Ryoga's chest.
Ryoga was lost for words, one because his brother's mouth was encasing his own, and two, because his brother was the one making all the moves, and good ones at that.
Ryoma pushed Ryoga's shirt up above his head and quickly broke the kiss so that he could take it completely off. Ryoma then made his way down to Ryoga's shorts, quickly pulling them down to reveal his aroused member. Ryoma had now complete control over his brother as he kissed Ryoga again.
Ryoga moaned softly, then followed suit by removing his brother's clothes. Ryoma then ceased kissing and looked lustfully into his brother's eyes. "Do it…"
Ryoga took this as a command and immediately coated his fingers in his own spit and inserted one of them into his brother's entrance, a second, and then a third, all the time making massaging motions in order to brace Ryoma for his thrusts. Ryoma groaned in pain for a while, but then screamed in pain and pleasure when Ryoga thrusted in slowly, again and again. Ryoga's thrusts became increasingly pleasurable as he moved faster and deeper within Ryoma, getting more and more close to Ryoma's 'weak spot'. Ryoga and Ryoma moaned in pleasure while they rocked their bodies together, and finally, Ryoga hit it, Ryoma's 'spot'. Ryoga was very sure he had, for when he did Ryoma screamed out in ecstasy and dug his nails into Ryoga's back. Fortunately, the pleasure took a quick uprising as Ryoga kept hitting Ryoma's spot until they both reached their climaxes.
Sweaty and tired, Ryoga kissed his brother's head softly and dressed both of them lazily, but when Ryoma attempted to get up he collapsed. Ryoga picked his brother up in his arms without a complaint and whisked his brother back home, kissing until they reached the front door.
End of Lemon.
Okay, this is the alternate chapter for RyomaxRyoga.
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