This "Hana Yori Dango" fanfic is based on the events that happen in one of the TV episodes. I rewrote the scene a bit so that Tsukushi and Doumyouji would have some kinky sex. Not a bad idea? Well, this is my first lemon fanfic, so if you would like to see more in the future, don't forget to send me fan mail. Later, Micchy (micchy@hotmail.com) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "FIRE IN THE BLOOD" by Micchy C. "So she's still keeping pace with us, eh?" Glancing at the rearview mirror, Tomo gave a nasty sneer and stepped on the pedal. Her hands tied to the rear of the car, Tsukushi had been running for a long time, straining to keep up. Tsukushi screamed as her knees buckled and her body is dragged against the road. The fabric of her school uniform tears, exposing her tender skin beneath. "Stop! Damn you bastards! Don't you guys hurt her," A furious voice shouted at Tomo and the rest of the gang. A tall muscular figure steps in front of the car. He grabs Tomo from the driver's seat and beats him up. "She's a slut, man. She deserves--" Blood flies as Doumyouji punches Tomo's abdomen, who doubles over in pain. Tomo and his friends run for their lives. "Tsukushi! Tsukushi!" Doumyouji shakes her gently by the shoulders. "God, I hope I didn't come too late," he mutters with emotion as he gathers Tsukushi in his arms and holds her close. Tsukushi's eyes flutter open and she winces in pain as she tries to shift in Doumyouji's tight embrace. Her head is throbbing and despite all her efforts, Tsukushi couldn't keep her eyes open. Doumyouji takes off his shirt and covers Tsukushi's shredded top, then lifts her into his arms and carries her to his car. At the Doumyouji mansion, the servants rush to help Doumyouji and the still unconscious Tsukushi. Doumyouji shakes his head silently and carries Tsukushi upstairs to tend to her wounds himself. He enters the bathroom and lays her gently on a nearby lounger then quickly strips her clothes. He gulps as his eyes pause on Tsukushi's generous white breasts. "Now's not the time to think these things," Doumyouji scowls at himself for being a pervert. He tries to focus his attention on cleaning and dressing Tsukushi's cuts. Afterwards, Doumyouji carries Tsukushi to his bedroom and places her on his bed. He is about to pull the blanket over her when once again he couldn't tear his eyes from her naked body. He sits on the edge of the bed, breathing raggedly as his eyes roam hotly up and down her long legs and luscious breasts. His hands reach out and was about to touch her left breast when Tsukushi's eyes suddenly fluttered open. She blinked a few times at Doumyouji and tried to sit up, unaware of her nudity. "Doumyouji! I really don't know about those pictures and why I was at the motel...I just woke up and I was there--" Tsukushi spluttered. She clasped Doumyouji close to her and cried into his chest. "Hush, I believe in you...." Doumyouji whispered into Tsukushi's ear. Doumyouji bent his head and delivered a loving kiss on her cheek. Tsukushi tilted her head and her eyes were filled with tears. Doumyouji wiped away her tears and smiled at her. He gathered her closer and kissed her mouth slowly to comfort her. Her lips parted as their kiss deepened, allowing him to insert his tongue into her mouth to explore its full sweetness. As their tongues played an exquisite game of seduction and desire, their hands roamed freely on each others' bodies. Doumyouji's hands slided up and down her bare back then reached to the front to cup her breasts. She groaned as his thumbs grazed her aroused nipples. "Harder! Doumyouji, I need to really feel you! To know you're real, to know this is real. Like this...yes, touch me like this...." Tsukushi moaned deeply as Doumyouji drew out her nipples with fevered twists that sent ribbons of fire unfurling through her body. He then moved to bracket her hips, pulling her hard into the cradle of his bulging manhood with a groan of relief. Tsukushi's right hand tore at Doumyouji's shirt while the other slided down his chest to his belt buckle. She undid that and was struggling with his zipper when Doumyouji withdrew from their embrace suddenly. "Doumyouji--" Tsukushi protested. Then her eyes widened as Doumyouji shed the rest of his clothing quickly. He stood before her, naked and unashamed, magnificently aroused, his muscles thick and corded, bulging with a brutal tension that screamed for release. Tsukushi's eyes were momentarily stunned with admiration until she saw how his swollen body reacted to her silent worship, shifting and hardening even further in a way that terrified and excited her. He lay her flat on the bed, her bent knee brushing his rigidly swaying length as he moved over her, settling between her restless legs. He kissed her passionately on the mouth again before burying his face in the abundant softness of her breasts, rubbing it back and forth against his cheeks. Tsukushi whimpered as Tsukushi squeezed and kneaded her breasts. He then took one nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily, biting hard on its tip while his other hand never stopped its sweet torture on her other breast. Tsukushi arched her back as Doumyouji kissed his way down her body, pausing to flick his tongue in her navel. He pressed his face between her thighs and rubbed his cheeks wet with her dripping passion. As his nose breathed in her musky scent, Doumyouji was aroused beyond control. He lapped at her outer lips in a quick, primitive rhythm. A thick pulsation of pleasure gathered between her parted thighs, where all sensation began and ended with Doumyouji. He rolled his tongue around her clitoris and sucked on it deeply, not letting go. He flicked his tongue inside her to drink her flowing honey, which were coming in torrents. "Doumyouji!" Tsukushi cried out as she frantically grabbed his curly hair. Doumyouji entered her then, coming home with a powerfully driving thrust that obliterated all her last conscious thought, stretching and filling her, lifting and plunging again and again as he rode her to ecstatic heights. "Oh, Tsukushi! I can't--I need--" Doumyouji's thrusts became quicker and stronger. And then he exploded inside her; rush after rush of hot seed filled her. Tsukushi's whole body contracted and she lifted her hips from the bed in a violent series of wrenching convulsions. It was insanity. Madness. He made love to her twice more--each time urging her to more reckless heights of passion. As the light began streaming through the curtains, Doumyouji and Tsukushi lay wrapped in each others' arms, sated and full of love for each other.