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modpuppet wrote in naruto_meme
We're posting September's prompt up a day early to give you a jump-start on the competition! Because...
it's the Versus Meme!

+ Pick a character/pairing, any character/pairing you want.
+ Pick a competitive scenario - i.e.: 'Kakashi enters Pakkun in the Konoha Dog Show.' 'Naruto vs Sasuke - the epic battle finally happens!' or 'The Sannin play Strip Poker' Anything that puts one person against another, against the clock, against the environment, etc., goes.

+ Your post most be ANONYMOUS.
+ For organizational purposes, please post prompt pairings/keywords in the subject of your comment.
+ Play nice. This should be fun for ALL.
+ For every request you make try to fill out AT LEAST one request. Give and you shall receive (and the meme shall live on!).
+ Do not CLAIM prompts. Any given prompts can be filled infinitely, so you needn't claim the one you're writing, out of fear someone else will write for it as well. The more the merrier!
+ Make sure to watch the threads you start, so you'll know when your request has been filled/if any anon has replied asking for a clarification of your prompt.
+ Feel free to rec this far and wide!

* PLEASE DO NOT "SECOND" PROMPTS. SECONDING INEVITABLY LEADS TO FICS NOT GETTING WRITTEN. 'Seconded' comments will be deleted. No questions asked.

If you have any questions or concerns, please LJ message one of the new mods (thisl0ser0mega19x or anat_astarte) not [info]modpuppet !

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Stiff Competition 1/3

(Anonymous)
Kakashi moaned, biting his lip immediately afterwards.

It was for a contest. A stupid contest born of alcohol and surging adrenaline after a dangerous mission with many missing-nin. Sexual prowess had been mentioned, boasts had been made, and a sly voice had suggested ways to compete. And of course, Naruto had never been able to say no to showing off his worth.

Why Kakashi had agreed to participate? To be honest, he didn't really know. Well, he blamed it equal parts on his inebriation, his familiarity with being challenged thanks to Gai, and a dry spell that was starting to make him itch for some thorough bed action that didn't consist of Ms Right Hand. And anyway, he had always been an equal opportunities man.

So he shouldn't have been too surprised upon finding himself in Naruto's apartment, pants and underwear lost somewhere in an anonymous corner, and he kneeling on Naruto's bed with his butt in the air and his head in a pillow. And in fact, Kakashi really wasn't surprised at that. What he was surprised at was how much he was actually enjoying this. He had no clue where Naruto had gotten his experience (well, Jiraiya was always a suspect, but the sannin normally restricted himself to the fairer gender). But the boy – actually, the man by now, even if he still insisted on calling Kakashi sensei – was good.

Another moan was forced from him when a thrust hit the exact right spot yet again.

Naruto was bracing himself on Kakashi's wrists, incidentally holding them in place like that. It was a good thing he did that, because otherwise Kakashi might have been too tempted to violate the terms of their competition: no stimulation of Kakashi's member was allowed. Kakashi had to come simply from having Naruto work his ass – any other erogenous zones like nipples or testes were strictly taboo. And to top it off, a clock was counting the time it took until Kakashi released. Afterwards, they were supposed to change things around and see how long it took Kakashi to bring Naruto to release merely with anal stimulation. Doggy style so that there was no chance of accidental friction.

Yes, he supposed he might have been a bit soused when he had agreed to this contest. Not that he minded, of course, because damn if Naruto didn't know what he was doing. Kakashi hadn't even needed to explain the stretching beforehand. The constant background litany of “fuck, yes, come, sensei” was hot as hell, too.

It was a bit strange getting fucked by his former student, but his head was swimming too much and his heart was pounding in his ears too much to really care. And anyway, the next thrust chased those thoughts from his mind.

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