#multiship event

The following day, he would get his chance. He entered The Aviary in the village’s center, wearing only a few leather straps wrapped around his arms for protection. This worried Musubi, but if he was anything like his mother, then he would be a natural; a Taka would recognize his worth and the two would bond quickly.

As Menma walked deeper into The Aviary, he saw Taka of all shapes and sizes. All of them were impressive. Most of them ignored him, but some eyed the small human in their domain with skepticism.

“They must be allowing any human to enter nowadays,” grumbled one from high up on a hoodoo-like rock formation. 

“For sure. I mean what is he? Twelve?” Said another.

“I bet he just learned to walk!”

The duo laughed and Menma gritted his fanged teeth. He grabbed hold of the strapping on his left forearm and snapped, shifting the pitch of his voice deeper to sound more imposing, “oh yeah?! Why don’t you come down here and find out!”

A third voice responded from ground level, “you really shouldn’t pick fights, pipsqueak.”

Menma looked in the direction of the new voice and saw a Taka not too much bigger than himself taunting him. “Who you callin’ pipsqueak!” He yapped.

The Taka shrugged with the confidence of an adolescent, prancing his massive red talons around the small human and spreading his nearly three-meter oil-slick colored wings. “You look like pretty small game to me,” he teased.

Menma grounded himself with a wide stance, looked the Taka dead in his glowing red eyes and growled, “want to test that?”

Looking a Taka in the eyes was an unignorable challenge. The young Taka’s pride was on the line, so he took the bait. He flapped his tremendous wings and dove at the human talons first.

In one swift movement, Menma slipped off one of his long leather straps and wrapped it around the young Taka’s strong ankles. He pulled down hard, grounding the creature. There was a murmuring from all around them. The cockatoo-like crest of feathers on the grounded Taka’s head raised as he struggled to regain his balance.

“What’s wrong? I thought I was a pipsqueak?” 

“Tch…”

“So did I do it?” Menma asked, running around to his front. “Did I impress ya?”

A trio of fully grown Taka approached Menma. One had long straight brown hair and seemed to have a permanent frown carved into his face. He had a female Taka on his arm who had similar silky dark hair to Menma’s mother. The last looked like an older version of the one he’d captured with longer dark hair drawn into a ponytail and deep eyebags.

“Did he, Sasuke?” Asked the man with brown hair.

The adolescent Taka responded, “I…”

“You’ve chosen a partner?” Asked the woman, brimming with joy.

Sasuke was under a lot of pressure. These were his parents after all, but none of their opinions mattered more than the final Taka to speak, his brother, Itachi. “I approve,” said the older brother briskly and Sasuke resigned to his fate.

The young Taka returned his gaze to the human. “Very well. I accept your worth. Since you are my human, what do I call you?”

“Menma. And you? Sasuke, right?”

“Correct. I am Taka Sasuke. Release me.”

Menma knelt down to do just that. From there he got very acquainted with Sasuke’s talons. He imagined just how easily they could pierce him and for the first time of many, he was grateful that Sasuke was on his side.

The two then left The Aviary together and Sasuke suddenly felt very small compared to the world outside. He took off into the sky without Menma’s command and marveled at the village below. Eventually, Menma reeled his Taka in and brought him home. There, he was praised profusely for his show of strength in The Aviary for he had brought a great honor to his family and a new Taka to protect their people.

Sasuke however, needed a bit more coaxing to feel as if he was welcome. Musubi’s Taka, Takami, was kind to him. He was a handsome Taka with side swept black hair and pretty angled eyes. He had settled in with the family long ago and had a strong bond with Musubi. He was loyal, protective, and had an air of maturity to him that reminded Sasuke of his own older brother.

“Menma’s a good kid,” he reassured Sasuke quietly after dinner before they parted ways. “You made a good choice with ‘im.”

Sasuke nodded, following Menma to his room where he came to the discovery that human nests were weird. He couldn’t get over how stifling they were, but when he entered Menma’s room something felt different. There was one thing there that was distinctly non-human– the nest.

He gravitated to it naturally and Menma watched over him curiously. “Did Takami make this?” He asked.

Menma frowned. “No…I did.”

Sasuke was surprised. He didn’t know humans made nests. “I see…”

“It’s for you,” Menma clarified when Sasuke didn’t enter it.

The young Taka nodded and stepped in. The nest was made masterfully for a human made nest with both sturdy and warm materials. It was also large enough for him and another to occupy. He sat comfortably in it and settled down to roost.

Menma followed suit, lying in bed and turning out the lights. Come morning, he was hit with an unpleasant surprise. Sticks and other debris were scattered all over his room. The nest that he had worked so hard to perfect was in shambles. “Sasukeee?” Menma called to him, trying not to sound angry.

The Taka peeked out from his nest that now sported higher walls. “Yeah?”

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“My room…it’s a mess.”

Sasuke looked around the room. He didn’t understand what Menma meant. To his Taka eyes, sticks and nesting materials were a given in any living space. “Looks fine to me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said it looks fine…”

Menma stared at the Taka blankly. Was he messing with him? Sasuke was the only person who could have made the mess wasn’t he? His confusion gave way to rage, and he slammed his fist down onto the bed, startling his avian partner. “You have got to be kidding me!” He shrieked.

Sasuke’s crown raised and his wing feathers ruffled. “What?”

“Ughhh forget it!” Menma groaned, ruffling his scrappy dark hair. It took a while to clean up his room again. It would not be the last time he would have to either.

For months, he would struggle with Sasuke’s instincts. He’d try to dismiss them as growing pains because in all other areas of their relationship they were getting quite close, but over time Sasuke’s nesting behaviors began to feel personal. It almost felt as if Sasuke had something out for him. 

Menma’s emotional turmoil culminated into one big explosion one day when he caught Sasuke in the act. His normally near black plumage had been shifting to bright blues, purples, and even greens, but Menma wouldn’t be distracted by his looks no matter how beautiful he was. He’d done it again. He’d wrecked the nest Menma had worked so hard to build for him and now he was stealing some of Menma’s bedding too.

“Ok, that’s it. What the hell are you even doing, Sasuke!?” Menma barked.

Sasuke flinched at the sudden outburst. His foot closed involuntarily and forcefully on the pillow in its grasp. “Ah Menma I-I thought you were grabbing groceries for Musubi.” He stammered as he struggled to kick off the pillow that was impaled on his talons.

Menma’s eyes narrowed on him. “I was,” he began. “But I was going to pick up more nesting materials and needed a better look at the nest…looks like You already took things into your own talons…” He stomped over and snatched the pillow from him.

“Menma wait-”

“Why should I?!” Menma shouted. “If you hate what I made for you so much, then why don’t you just say something?! Why do you have to wreck everything!?”

“Menma it’s not what you think,” Sasuke tried to clarify. “I’m not trying to wreck it. I’m trying to make it comfortable.”

“I didn’t make it comfortable enough for you so you’re taking my stuff?”

Sasuke nearly groaned. Humans were complicated and stupid sometimes. “That’s not it either…”

“Then what Is it!?”

“I’m trying to make it comfortable for you.” 

Menma’s deep blue eyes glistened with disbelief. “What?” He asked. “S-say that again-”

“Menma…” Sasuke whispered soothingly. “I did all this for you.”

“B-but why?”

“Because you’re my human,” Sasuke answered, though he furrowed his brow shortly after, realizing that there was more to what he meant than what he said. He knew Menma wouldn’t understand so he tried harder, “…but it’s not just that. You mean a lot to me Menma. I chose you as my partner– my human, but I’ve been thinking. We don't only have to assist each other in battle or in hunting and gathering. You made this nest big enough for two and I think-” He sighed, blushing when he felt his feathers standing on end from fear and excitement, “I think I want you in it, Menma.”

Menma dropped the pillow he was clutching, and Sasuke smiled sweetly at his confused partner who only a moment ago was angry to the point of tears. “So, whaddaya say, Men-ma~” He prodded beckoningly while nuzzling into the nest.

“You’re a moron, y’see!” Menma cried, rushing into Sasuke’s welcoming embrace.

Sasuke held him gently like the fragile thing he was and stroked at his back while he complained about how indirect Sasuke had been. When Menma finally got it all out, Sasuke asked, “so is it comfortable?”

Menma grabbed the discarded pillow from before and tucked it under himself. “Perfect,” he answered.

Sasuke laughed and echoed, “perfect,” knowing that perfection was a moving target when it came to nest making. He then laid a kiss on Menma’s lips for the first time. 

From then on, nest building became a joint activity. Menma no longer mistook Sasuke’s instincts for affronts to their partnership. The two worked together to make the best nest they could, and their bond grew stronger for it. Sasuke trusted Menma completely and Menma reciprocated those feelings.

The nest went from one fit for a Taka to one fit for a Taka and his human very quickly. It had a sturdy base of sticks and twine. It had high walls so that what was inside was secure, but it also sported the soft cushy materials of a human’s bed. Hardly any sticks showed past the blankets and pillows they had incorporated into the design. It was so comfortable that Menma slept in it almost every night, but it wasn’t the nest he was there for.

He was most comfortable when cuddling in Sasuke’s arms and feeling him gently petting him. One night, he decided to return the favor, running his fingers through Sasuke’s bright plumage.  “Are you alright?” Menma asked, feeling him shudder beneath his touch.

“That feels nice,” Sasuke answered, melting from the mutual preening.

Menma sighed with contentment as Sasuke’s feathers breathed in time with his scritching. They laid there curled up with each other for a long while just enjoying the other’s company until Sasuke spoke up again, “hey, Menma?” His hand moved from Menma’s back to his hip and his thumb rubbed circles there. “Do you think we could kiss for a bit?”

Menma’s cheeks warmed. He cleared his throat and adjusted in the nest receptively to place himself nearly beneath Sasuke while wrapped in the nest’s curvature. Sasuke smiled, moved over top of Menma carefully, and captured his lips without so much as another word.

Within only a couple of minutes, they were breathless. Sasuke’s glowing eyes looked into Menma’s and he could see their star pattern reflected there. Menma looked good like that. It made Sasuke hope that the legends were true about Taka and their partners. If they were, then all Menma and he had to do was continue to deepen their bond. Then, Menma could gain the same powers of sight as Sasuke.

While Sasuke was lost in his thoughts, Menma pulled his partner in for another breath stealing kiss. When they parted, Menma whispered huskily, “you wanna do more?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened and he nodded keenly. That was what all of his preparations were for. That was what the nest was for.

He allowed his shaky hands to explore his human partner in a way that they never had before. Menma was usually pretty stubborn especially when it came to making decisions in battle, but here was different. He bent and formed around Sasuke’s touch. When Sasuke opened up his shirt, Menma pouted cutely, but he allowed Sasuke to inspect him, gasping when the Taka’s fingers neared his intimate areas, but he never stopped him. When he played with the two pink beads on Menma’s chest, Menma moaned for him and raised his hips.

So, Sasuke explored there too. His hands ran down Menma’s wanting body and his fingers crept under his waistband. Menma squirmed; he was ticklish. But there was something more at play. He was beginning to pitch a tent in his pants.

Sasuke eyed the protuberance with a pitying smile. “May I?” He asked, still playing with the hem of Menma’s tight pants.

Menma fought a groan of embarrassment, “j-just do it…” His face wasn’t getting any cooler.

Sasuke obliged. When Menma was free, he could feel his relief. His human relaxed into the nest and finally, Sasuke touched him between his legs. At first, Menma jumped, but Sasuke was careful with him. He was very curious to get to know all of Menma so he was slow and deliberate.

Menma moaned again and Sasuke began to recognize his own desires growing. Each time Menma moved, Sasuke wanted to move with him. Pushing aside the flaps of his blue kimono jacket to access himself under his pleated tan shorts, Sasuke did indeed join him. He got so lost in the sensation that his hand on Menma nearly stopped entirely.

“Are you…touching yourself?” Menma asked, snapping Sasuke back to attention.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” Sasuke half moaned. “You’re just so tempting~”

Menma’s eyes sharpened on him before he hooked his hips with his leg. Their pelvises met and it was made very clear to Sasuke that Menma wasn’t going to play second fiddle to the Taka’s desires. Sasuke laughed, “alright alright I get it.” Menma really was stubborn, and he loved him for it.

Instead of touching them both separately, he decided that he’d keep them both together. They worked best as a team after all. He freed himself from his bottoms and grinded down on Menma. They were both fairly new to this behavior, so it didn’t take long to get them both panting and throbbing. Then, Sasuke experienced yet another new sensation. Both of them were leaking and their combined slickness made grinding so much easier. It felt amazing.

Instinctively, Sasuke wanted more. Slipping his member beneath Menma’s, he prodded his entrance. Menma moaned lustfully and relaxed under Sasuke’s pressure. Feeling welcome, Sasuke took his chance and Menma embraced his length fully. He was tight even though up until now he was quite relaxed, and Sasuke was barely ready for it. They both groaned as they acclimated to the new sensations, but Sasuke couldn’t wait for long. His natural tendencies dictated that he peg away at Menma and Menma received him gladly, although he did have to make an active effort to loosen up.

All the while, Sasuke made sure Menma’s member felt just as well loved as he was. The couple’s excitement grew in tandem, but Menma was just a little faster and just a little more impatient. Sasuke couldn’t blame him. He was feeling Sasuke from two directions, and he couldn’t help it if it was pushing him over the edge.

So, Sasuke let Menma have his climax. He deserved it. And while Menma was deep in the throes of ecstasy, Sasuke finished as well– deep inside his human.

The following minute was a blur for Sasuke. Somehow, he’d managed to scoop Menma up the wall of their nest and had him placed nearly in his lap. Menma’s fingers were pressed firmly into the base of his wings, and they were both breathing heavily.

“Sasuke, that was-”

“Wild?”

“Hell yeah, we should-”

“Do it more often?”

Menma softened before whispering breathlessly, “that’s my Taka.”

@anannua Ask and you shall receive...

I will not apologize for lateness or the inclusion of Menma. I had waaaaay to much fun with this and it took forever, but I'm proud.

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A dark purple haze hung in the air around him. He couldn’t see. The haze had robbed “Kakashi of the Sharingan” of his namesake, making him extremely vulnerable.

He pressed his palms to both of his eyes and screamed out in pain. He could hear his enemies closing in, but aside from a bold display of taijutsu and evasion, he was helpless. When he was just about to succumb to their advances, he heard the sounds of a skirmish. 

“Captain?” Called a familiar and friendly voice– Anbu Team Ro member, Tenzo.

“Tenzo? Is that you?” Kakashi responded, relieved.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“M-my eyes,” Kakashi whispered.

Tenzo understood right away. He immediately flushed Kakashi’s bloodshot eyes with water from his canteen and brushed his ragged white hair away from his face. “We’ve got wounded!” He called out, curling the smaller man into his strong arms.

He would hand deliver him to the Leaf hospital and lay him down for care. Kakashi in his underclothes and eye bandages was just so pitiful looking. He was temporarily blinded, but once he was stable, Tenzo helped him write his report. It was the least he could do.

Kakashi would get antsy if left alone for too long. Tenzo wanted him to recover so he stayed with him, but Kakashi got bored easily in a hospital bed especially because he couldn’t see. Tenzo had to get creative.

He remembered Kakashi’s favorite book from their time in the Anbu together. “Hey Captain?” He prodded.

“You can just call me Kakashi now,” sighed the blind man. It had been over a year since he considered himself Tenzo’s Captain.

“Do you still have that book?”

“Make Out: Paradise?”

“Uh yeah that one!”

“I do.”

“Do you…want me to read it to you?”

Kakashi swallowed hard. He started to feel hot under his mask, but the prospect did seem promising. It certainly beat lying in bed doing nothing all day.

He fished it out of its hiding place and handed it over. Tenzo took it carefully, knowing just how much the novel meant to him. “Okay, where should I start?”

“From the beginning.”

Tenzo’s face went flat. He should have expected the response from Kakashi of all people. “Riiight…” The stiff brunette settled into his seat by the bed and opened the paperback. “Let’s see here…achem! She was a wonderful girl– exceptional in many ways. She was beautiful– with golden hair and a smile that could light up a room. Her eyes were like clear ocean pools, and she was talented to boot. Moreover, she was his best friend,” he read.

He continued like this for a long time. Kakashi listened intently. They progressed through the story of a young couple in love and soon enough they were experimenting with each other. ““It’s surprisingly big, isn’t it?” He asked. “ Tenzo read, blushing. He’d never been so thankful that Kakashi couldn’t see. ""You must be so intimidated. Just close your eyes and trust me.” He said, -”

“G-guiding her hand to touch him…for the first…time.” Kakashi whispered shyly.

Tenzo paused, looking at his Captain in shock. “You’re really into this stuff, aren’t you? You’ve got it memorized?”

Kakashi only blushed a deeper shade. It was up to his ears now. “Heh you’re pretty cute, all embarrassed like that, Captain,” Tenzo teased, feeling compelled to move in closer. “Hey, should we set the mood some more?”

Kakashi gasped, feeling Tenzo’s hand slip below the sheets. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, but he nodded vehemently. That’s how Tenzo made sure he stayed in bed.

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