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The Maid Cafe Meme

"In these cafés, waitresses dressed in maid costumes act as servants, and treat customers as masters (and mistresses) in a private home, rather than as café patrons."

Congratulations- for whatever strange shenanigans, you've ended up working at a maid and/or butler cafe! Whether you need the cash, are doing it for shits and giggles, or Shit Just Happened, here you are. Hope you enjoy that uniform, whether it's the simple black-and-white, cosplay, or.... cat ears.

Remember your manners! Always welcome in patron as "Masters" and "Mistresses", offer wipe towels and menus at entrance, and try to drag them into spending as much money as possible. Depending on the cafe, this could mean simply food and drinks, karaoke, massages, games of all sorts, taking a (paid) picture with a patron or... going with anime tropes by slapping them in-character?

Well, some people will pay for anything.

Alternatively, maybe you're actually a patron yourself! Visiting just to say you did? Looking for a brief power trip in your life? Is this the only place where you can do paperwork for some arcane reason? Keeping an eye out for your friend who works here? No judgment, only people in cosplay who will indulge whatever nonsense is going on.

Just remember - no touching the maids or butlers, no asking for personal information, and don't be a creepy stalker. Unless you want to get in trouble, anyway.

Fill in the top level of your comment with the character's name and canon, and put in a scenario or three for people to reply to!

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“Wasn’t that obvious?” he huffs into Ken’s hair as his partner nuzzles closer to nip at him, although he’s honestly just as relieved. Possibly, it shows in the way he curls his fingers into Ken’s clothing.

No more arguing, no more ideas of his own flaws. He’s glad for it. He really is.

“I know. I like fucking you too.” Especially when Ken is beneath him and writhing, Chikusa’s hand pinning him against whatever flat surface is nearby. Shaking the image out of his head- he’s too tired to get horny- he starts to move them along again. They got a bit side tracked from walking. “...But blowjobs are usually quicker to do.” A considering pause. “...Handjobs are too…”

Edited 2016-09-30 00:41 (UTC)

"You're never obvious about anything, byon," Ken huffs, in what may be the most valid and truthful complaint anyone has ever made. Every language Chikusa's ever spoken - Italian, Japanese, body, emotional - is a study in subtlety, in how little Chikusa can get away with and still manage to get his point across. One of the only reasons anyone understands him at all is because Mukuro and Ken know Chikusa well enough to interpret the tiniest changes and cues he gives away.

Chikusa's certainly never made anything obvious, by any objective standards. Even less so by Ken's.

Ken reluctantly lets Chikusa move them into a walk, disentangling himself from his partner enough to allow it, but he stays close and keeps an arm proprietarily around Chikusa's waist. "Doesn't matter if they're quicker if you're not into 'em, byon. I like it best when you get worked up 'cause you like it." He nuzzles behind Chikusa's ear as he says this, breath warm against his skin, and it's probably just Ken's affectionate and overly physical, borderline animalistic instincts meeting in conjunction again but sometimes it's weird how easily and accidentally erotic those gestures can be. "Do you like handjobs better? Or do you only get worked up when we fuck each other?"

...Well. He can’t argue that Ken’s argument is fair. With both his lack of energy, his lack of inclination towards using energy, and constant efforts to smother his own emotions and bury them in an unmarked grave, this makes sense. Still. Chikusa frowns a little to himself, the action only a bare twitch of his lips. He thought he’d tried this time…

All those concerns are brushed aside in his mind as Ken wraps his arm around him and nuzzles close. Automatically, without conscious effort, Chikusa’s eyelids droop down and he leans into his partner’s embrace as much as their position allows while they’re still walking. He likes this. He likes Ken’s arms the best out of all of him. Times like this, they’re all casual power and notable definition even with his muscles hidden beneath the work uniform.

There’s no surprise at how different Ken is in this regard to Chikusa, but he still relishes it nonetheless. Even with how his mind flits away from reality, from his own body, Ken’s arms wrapped around him feels like he could trap him there. Chikusa wants to be trapped, so long as it’s by him. Add in the warm nuzzle, Ken’s nose bumping into his ear and lips brushing against his skin… It’s a pity the day has exhausted him so much, or he’d be far more into it instead of just a little annoyed.

It’s half because of that and half because he’s giving it some deep thought that he doesn’t answer Ken right away. “I like it better,” he says at last, with some finality. “Usually because we’re sitting like this.” Close, their heat mixed together, Ken’s breath hot in his ear carried by those feral noises that go straight down Chikusa’s spine into his cock.

"So do that next time, byon." Ken seems satisfied now; it took them awhile, because he's stupid and Kakipi is a pain and neither of them are good at anything emotional, but they figured out the problem and now they've got a solution and Chikusa definitely does want him. Chikusa not wanting him was never the problem; he just didn't like blowjobs. A way easier and more acceptable problem, and now it's fixed.

He pulls away from nuzzling Chikusa's neck, if only for ease of walking, but he keeps his arm around him. His relief is too strong, and he likes as much physical affection as he can get away with - especially after sex. It's like a subconscious desire to drag out the intimate physical contact for as long as possible afterwards. He almost seems to be behaving himself.

And then - "Can I suck you off when we get home?" It doesn't last. Although Ken considerately adds, "You can just lie there." He knows what his partner likes, and more than that knows his energy has to be low after today.

[It was sometimes easy for Mukuro to forget for all their loyalty and devotion to him, that Ken and Chikusa had built a world for themselves that was all their own. It was fine, of course, so long as Mukuro remained their leader, but that small glance between them said quite a bit.

Amused, he shook his head.]

Just don't forget what you're doing, Chikusa.

[He gave a small nod to Ken's unspoken need for approval, mouth curving up slightly.]

Yes, Mukuro-sama.

[Chikusa can stay focused, after all. Even in the face of everything Ken does to him.]

[He gives his fingers a light tug, the only warning sign Ken gets before Chikusa jerks them out completely from his teeth without any regard for injuries he might get. Once free, he spreads his fingers out as the saliva strings out between them- more for Mukuro’s benefit as the audience than anything else. It’s only for a second, since he can’t afford to let them dry much, before he’s shoving his hand down into Ken’s pants.]

[Really, it’s a good thing he’s as lanky and long limbed as he is. This would be a little hard for some other people.]

[While his fingers are probing along Ken’s ass, Chikusa adjust his position. His other hand leaves Ken’s cock, instead brushing along his hair. They actually had to give him a bath for this job, and that means his hair seems a little less dirty and a little more golden. It’s also a little more soft, and thus perfect for Chikusa to fist his fingers into it, jerking Ken’s head to the side at the same time he roughly shoves his fingers into his ass and bites down on the curve of his throat.]

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

A predictable sigh rattles out from Chikusa’s mouth. He came only a few minutes ago; will he really have the energy for another round even with how long it takes them to get back home? Still… The laying there part is helping make it a tempting offer. Chikusa tries to add to it.

“I want to take a bath before that…” Carefully, he watches Ken. There’s an implication that Ken really should take one as well, but he won’t push him to it this once. Not after the mess today has been.

Ken studies Chikusa just as carefully, apparently wanting to judge his reaction in turn. "...if I come with you, can we do it?" Ken still hates bathing, but sex balances it out. Even if Chikusa doesn't let him do anything other than the offered blowjob, that'd be worth trading a bath for.

[It's a sign of just how much Ken cares about Chikusa, that he only wants to injure Chikusa in ways that are explicitly and enjoyably sexual for the both of them, that his teeth immediately unfasten from Chikusa's fingers when Chikusa yanks them back. Not on the first tug, because that he recognizes as not being serious - but as soon as Chikusa exerts serious pressure, enough to hurt himself, Ken's teeth relax rather than strip the skin off those digits.

Saliva, even as much as Ken had licked onto Chikusa's fingers, isn't the best of lubricants, and it's just as well that Ken's accustomed to - and to some degree, when it comes to sex, even enjoys - some pain. He still whines when Chikusa's fingers press into him, but it's a breathless sound that's at least as much satisfaction as complaint. And the tug to his hair and, even more importantly, the bite at his throat has his hips bucking into empty air, his cock missing the fingers around it already.

His eyes unfocus for a few moments, as he loses himself in the sensations - and then he remembers Mukuro, and meets his gaze. Watching Mukuro watching Chikusa do this to him is a pleasure all its own.]

Almost immediately, something in Chikusa’s posture eases up, and he nods. That might actually be for the best. For whatever reason, baths and showers give him just a little boost of energy. It’s by no means huge- he’s still as lazy and lacking energy as ever. But it’s enough to perk him up, sometimes. More than enough to make him responsive for a blow job.

...Although that reminds him. “We’ll have to chase anyone inside out... “ His nose wrinkles. “And we need our things too.” He doesn’t want to pay for another towel or shampoo.

Ken grins at this; if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. "Want me to go get the stuff and come back, Kakipi?" Ken's certainly capable of crossing the city faster than Chikusa ever could, even at Chikusa's most motivated. Chikusa can't fling himself between buildings like a gorilla, or run on all fours like a wolf, and even if he could he wouldn't have some fraction of the appreciable strength and speed of those animals. Not to mention Ken has Cheetah Channel, which is specifically made for ridiculous speed.

“It’d be for the best.” With a course of action figured out, Chikusa gives a nod. “We’ll meet there, then.” There’s a sway, a step he aborts taking almost as soon as he’s thought to do it, and he tugs on Ken’s sleeve again. It’s simply to keep his attention as Chikusa leans down, head tilted so that he can smoothly kiss his partner again. When he pulls away, it’s with the slightest of nods as if confirming something for himself before he begins to shuffle away.

Ken is entirely startled by the kiss - the number of times Chikusa has initiated affection between them, even after all these years, probably numbers less than a dozen - but the way he beams as it sinks in afterwards more than makes up for any delay in positive feedback.

And then, because self-control isn't a thing Ken possesses, he's all but lunging at Chikusa, pressing him against the wall and nipping roughly at his throat in sheer exuberance. But it's only a moment before he tears himself away, too soon for even Chikusa to complain, popping his Cheetah Channel cartridge into his mouth before bolting off. The fact that he actually left rather than pursue things further is, oddly, a sign of obedience; he's sticking to Chikusa's plan, even as excited as Chikusa's spontaneous show of affection has clearly made him.

Chikusa can only pray he hasn't worked Ken up with that to the point where a peaceful blowjob won't be enough.

[It was difficult to say if Ken and Chikusa had been this way from the start, unselfconscious about performing lewd acts in front of others, or if it had been through Mukuro's own molding. The 'Mukuro-sama' he could at least attribute to himself, but the rest... Well, he supposed he couldn't ask for better subordinates.

Now that all the ground rules had been set, he was content to lean back in his seat and watch with an unwavering gaze as Chikusa took his slick fingers out of Ken's mouth, smirk curling up lazily. He had seen the damage Ken could do with a bite, and the gentleness he showed to the other boy was amusing and most likely, ultimately futile.

He let out a soft, approving noise as Chikusa held up his hand for him, and again when Ken's hips bucked upwards. For Chikusa, what he adored most was to get the normally quiet boy to be vocal despite his restraint, and for Ken, he enjoyed watching him be touched or fucked so thoroughly that he couldn't find speech.

That blissed out look on Ken's face was a nice one, and once he came back to his senses, Mukuro smirked at him.]

How is he doing, Ken?

[He knew Ken would like that. The other boy does it to him often enough, anyway, claws leaving long streaks of red along his spine or bite marks all along his throat that not even the tall collar of the Kokuyo uniform can hide completely. It’s something that goes completely the other way, too, although there’s no possible way Chikusa can leave the same kind of viciously territorial marks. Only Ken has that kind of jaw strength, or the variety of teeth.]

[Still, Chikusa does his best, sucking a mark along the arch of Ken’s throat as best he can in time with his fingers. He’s searching out the spot that will best make Ken buck, slow and probing, not in any rush at all.]

[It’ll drive him up the wall. Good.]

[His eyes flick up to Mukuro as his voice rolls out, and, purely to interrupt Ken, Chikusa gives a twist of his fingers inside of him.]

Everything happens so quickly that there’s barely any time to react. All Chikusa can even manage is a quiet startled noise. By the time his body can react to so much as raise his hands- whether to grab a hold of Ken or shove him off, who can say- Ken is tearing off again and has left him up against a wall blinking.

Well. Maybe he’ll wear himself out running around. One can only hope.

In contrast, Chikusa is much slower as he makes his way to the bathhouse. In fact, he’s actually even slower than usual because of how worn out the day has made him. Whenever Ken gets there himself, he’ll likely find Chikusa propped up against a wall with his head bowed and possibly half asleep.
...And he’s probably only been there for like thirty seconds.

It doesn't take Ken long to fetch their bathing things and make his way to the bathhouse, although Chikusa - even at his slow pace - somehow manages to beat him there. It's only by a minute or two, however, and then Ken is bounding in with their things in a large bag.

He spots Chikusa immediately, and is just as immediately aggravated; what the hell is Chikusa doing, dozing off in the open like that? Even considering that someone who loves sleeping as intensely as Chikusa probably considers the story of Rip Van Winkle fetish porn, it's stupid. It's dangerous. Anyone could come up and do anything to him! They can't trust anyone outside Kokuyo, which means that they're not safe outside Kokuyo. Chikusa knows that, and he still does dumb things like this.

Any other day, Ken would probably stomp over to Chikusa and wake him up with a violent bite to the scruff of the neck, or dump water on him, or generally take the opportunity to mess with him. But that kiss - soft, smooth, unprompted - hasn't left Ken's mind since it happened; his lips are practically still tingling with it in his excitement. So, today, fondness overrides his sadism. Instead of a rude awakening, he drops the bag and moves over to Chikusa to wrap his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Chikusa's shoulder. "Wake up, idiot kappa."

“I’m awake,” is the quiet but immediate answer, Chikusa already shifting back against Ken’s weight at his back. Honestly, he wishes he wasn’t. For all that Ken is a filthy and gross horror of the human race at even the best of times, he’s warm, and Chikusa loves the feel of that pressed up against him.

Still. He’s of the same mind as Ken, for once. Actually sleeping outside of the place they’ve claimed as ‘theirs’, or away from one another or Mukuro, is something he won’t abore. Even exhausted as he is, it’s something that Chikusa can’t truly do. His mind buzzes in quiet paranoia whenever he tries, so all he can really do is sit and close his eyes while his ears strain for every noise.

But Ken’s here, now, and he already feels more secure as he turns his head to look at him. “Come on. Let’s go in.” Some speed from Chikusa, and of course it’s about getting into a bath…

"Yeah, yeah..." Ken doesn't have nearly Chikusa's enthusiasm. He's going along with it purely for the promise of nice things in exchange, and not for the bath itself...although, honestly, he knows with so much blood on him he'll be itchy and flaky once it dries. Even Ken can get dirtier than he really enjoys. So the bath will be...well. Not nice. He never likes bathing. But being clean afterwards will be nicer than the dirty he is now.

He scoops up the bag and follows Chikusa, with all the enthusiasm of a child scuffing their shoes as they go to the front of the class to recite a book report.

Mukuro-samahhh... [The name was already a moan leaving Ken's mouth, and Chikusa's tease with his fingers just makes it turn into a shuddering gasp. Instinct helps Ken direct Chikusa's fingers toward the spot they both want him to find, as Ken rocks back into those fingers and a breathless, snarling cry bursts from him as they press against his prostate.]

Fuck...fuck me, Kakipi... [Ken's not even sure if that's supposed to be included in this edging thing or whatever that they're doing. He knows the end goal is for Mukuro to fuck him, and he's not supposed to come before then...but he wants to get fucked. And maybe Mukuro fucking him is more rare and special and thus more desired than Chikusa, but Ken's got no interest in self-denial or having to choose. Why can't he have both? That's definitely what he wants...]

If there’s one thing Chikusa thinks they’d gotten used to the quickest upon arriving in Japan, for a varying given value of “used to”, it was the concept of public bathing. As children scrambling to survive in an outside world they had only faintly understood, and then teenagers who knew a little more, true privacy wasn’t something they’d really had. Rivers, or showers at the beach- those were the kinds of things they occasionally had to use to wash the blood off their hands. There wasn’t ever an actual “home” for them, after all, with neat little closed off rooms. Likely, with how much they stuck to one another’s sides, Chikusa wonders if they’d care for that kind of thing anyway. Kokuyo Land, with its wide open rooms, seems less restricting.

So he doesn’t hesitate in stripping free of his uniform, tucking it away in one of the lockers with a towel loosely hanging from skinny hips, and, for once, he’s the first one somewhere instead of Ken who’s no doubt going to drag his feet for as long as he can get away with. Any tension in Chikusa’s body seems washed away as he makes for the water, sighing in relief.

This feels much better.

Ken actually moves a tiny bit faster than Chikusa might expect, so that only a few seconds after Chikusa gets into the water, Ken is standing naked in the doorway watching him with an unreadable, almost fascinated expression.

Maybe it's because Chikusa has Rain flames, but he always seems in his element around water. He always looks really good in it, too. Sometimes it's almost worth the irritation of bathing to watch Chikusa with the water running down his skin.

Still, it's not really in Ken's nature to passively watch anything for long, or even to have a particularly deep degree of aesthetic appreciation for things. He's soon walking over to Chikusa, waiting until Chikusa's aiming the shower head somewhere low - he's had water blasted in his face before and he hated it, but some temptations are too strong to ignore no matter what the consequences - before leaning down and biting at his shoulder, hard enough to bruise but not piercing the skin. He drags his tongue over the skin between his teeth, licking up the moisture off it.

Maybe the presence of rain flames does explain something about Chikusa’s affinity for water. Ever since he was young, after enough experiments, his body has always felt out of sorts, enough so that even looking at his reflection feels odd more often than not. The flow of water running down his skin, adding weight to his body… It’s inexplicably stabling to him. While Ken watches him, Chikusa does nothing but enjoy the sensation for a few moments before he gets to work.

After all, when it comes to this, he’s nothing if not thorough, and anyway- Ken bit hard enough to draw blood earlier. While it’s dried by now, it’s still gross and annoying, so Chikusa hates it on principle. At least there’s not too many people; they must have made it during a quiet period because of their odd schedules, if it can even be called that. No one to gawk at the blood on either of them, even if that’s more of a Ken problem then a Chikusa one. Once he’s cleaned up the back of his neck and moved onto his legs… Well, of course that’s when Ken comes over.

His only reaction is a quiet “ah” as Ken digs his teeth into his skin, as if he’s forgotten something instead of receiving a bruise. One hand still holding the shower head, he reaches up with the other to slide his fingers into Ken’s hair. He agreed to this so… He can’t really be annoyed. “You’re biting a lot today…” But what else is new.

"I like biting, byon," Ken mutters against Chikusa's shoulder, in what is perhaps the most asinine statement of the obvious ever put into speech. "Want me to wash you?"

Just about the only enthusiasm Ken ever shows for cleanliness involves his having the excuse to explore Chikusa's or Mukuro's bodies in the process. He's even decently thorough, despite not having the patience of either one of them.

[How cunning and devious Chikusa could be, not that Mukuro would complain in the slightest. It didn't escape his owl-eyed observation at how the taller boy had timed the sharp movement of his fingers with Mukuro's own words, it difficult to tell what had made Ken moan so. Amused, Mukuro drank in Ken's expression, torn between blissful and feral. The way he said his name wasn't unpleasant either, and at his subordinate's pleas, Mukuro flicked his gaze up to Chikusa's face, raising an eyebrow.]

Not a bad idea. What do you think, Chikusa?

[With Ken, who was more instinctual and simple minded, he probably wouldn't have bothered to ask his opinion, but Chikusa was different.]

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