Title: To the Top!

Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou

Characters: Natsume Takashi and fem!Nyanko (that's right!)

Prompt: #85 - She

Word Count: 433

Rating: PG

Summary: Natsume wants to top for once.

Author's Notes: I've wanted to do this for a long time, so here it is! Beware of CRACK (in capital letters…)

/I'm looking for a beta; please contact me if you're interested!/

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Natsume tried to sound utterly confident.

''I want to top.'' He blurted out one night.

Madara, now in his human male form, looked up at him with indifference. He was lying on his stomach on the floor, reading some generic shounen manga – with a blonde, cheeky protagonist – and eating rice crackers.

''Wut?'' He asked, munching away at the snack.

It took a lot of time for Natsume to prepare himself mentally to say his wish out loud, so the man's indifference pissed him off instantly. He put his hands on his hips, frowning. I'm being serious here!

''I want to top.'' He repeated. "For a change.''

Madara sat up, and eyed him curiously. ''Who are you and what did you do to Natsume? You impostor!''

''Drop that. Take me seriously, will you?'' Natsume started to get slightly angry; his cheeks reddened.

The man thought about it for a minute, then grinned widely. ''Okay! Taking turns is fun, after all ~"

Natsume couldn't believe his ears; did he just hear that right? The man was willing to bottom for him?

''Really?'' He asked, excited.

Madara nodded, still grinning. ''Close your eyes, please.''

Natsume sat down next to the man, and did as he was told. I can't believe this is happening!

He was pricking up his ears, trying to figure out what Nyanko was doing. He heard a weird noise he knew he had heard somewhere before, but couldn't recognize it. It didn't bother him that much, though.

He shuddered involuntarily when a soft hand caressed his face.

''Can I open it now…?''

His question remained unanswered, but a plump, moist pair of lips brushed against his mouth instead. Natsume slightly parted his lips to accept the offered kiss; he took over control almost immediately, and now he was kissing the man passionately; pulling him closer at the same time.

And that was when he – at last! – noticed something was off: soft boobs were pressing against his chest, which could hardly belong to a man.

He shoved the girl away; eyes popping wide open with a horrid expression on his face.

"What the HELL!'' He shouted.

Madara – in his female form – giggled. ''Gotcha!''

Natsume didn't speak to Nyanko for the next two days.