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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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Ken grins broadly at the offer, eyes lighting up. That would definitely make the wait more bearable, not to mention burn off some of his excess energy.

However, he's not entirely stupid.

"You said two hours, byon." His eyes are sharp and wicked, fanged grin an open dare. He's not precisely bargaining for more, or even declaring what Chikusa's offered to not be enough; he's known Chikusa for ages, and one of the things he knows about him is that he's fickle as hell. If Ken said a blowjob wasn't sufficient, Chikusa might take back his offer completely. So instead he's using an open-ended statement to imply the question 'what else you got?'

Ken may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but he's got good instincts. And he thinks he can push this a little further. (To be fair, Chikusa can almost always be pushed a little further, considering he only ever does the bare minimum he can get away with. It's just a question of whether he can be pushed further successfully.)

Times like this make Chikusa wish Ken was entirely stupid. But that's the inclination to laziness talking.

There's a wrinkle of his nose, the only faint sign of his annoyance. Nothing so bad that Ken doesn't still have a chance, a fact both of them know. "It's for the first hour." He knows what he's talking about, thank you. "For the second.. If I get another customer, then I'll try to get you food."

And if he doesn't, well, Ken can do whatever he wants to him because by that point it won't matter. Chikusa isn't going to voice that unless prompted, however. If Ken doesn't understand that, then that's his problem.

"So I might not get anything if you don't get a customer?" Ken makes a face, which of course involves sticking his tongue out. Ken's tongue doesn't need much excuse to be anywhere but in his mouth where it belongs. "I could just go to the kitchen and make sure I get snacks, byon."

It's a true statement, one Ken doesn't intentionally mean as a threat, but Chikusa - knowing Ken - will definitely hear one in it. There's no way Ken wouldn't cause havoc in a cafe kitchen, even if all he genuinely wanted to do was stuff his face. After all, someone would probably try to stop him, and the outcome from there would be predictable.

Apparently only a guaranteed reward is going to guarantee Ken's behavior. Which isn't actually unfair - just inconvenient to Chikusa's laziness. Ken seems to know it, too, because he's grinning again. "Gonna have to do better than that, Kakipi."

See that? See the way his mouth tilts? That's Chikusa's "I'm feeling so attacked right now" barely-there-frown. He's trying to be the responsible garbage teenager in this group for once by getting them money to feed themselves with Mukuro-sama away and this is what he gets in return.

Avoiding all responsibility and filth by sleeping seems like a more appealing option by the day.

But not right now, because he has an overly energetic and horny dog to deal with. "If I don't get a customer," he finally verbalizes, low annoyance in his otherwise bland tone, "then that means I won't have to take one for that last hour. And if that happens, then you can fuck me however you want."

A pause.

"...And you can't make decent snacks anyway, Ken."

Ken's wolfish grin seems to be a tacit agreement to those terms. "I guess if I did it now, you couldn't really go back to work, byon." Oh, look, Ken has some awareness of actions and consequences! And it's certainly true that sex with him doesn't leave one fit for polite society, at least not until one bandages all the bite wounds and deeper scratches. (Unless the other person tops, and even then that usually just means less collateral damage, not zero.)

"But something like that, Kakipi..." Oh, yeah, that's a dangerous look in his eyes. "I might wanna do that whether you get a customer or not, byon." A beat. "After you feed me." So, arguably, that means Ken would...probably wait until Chikusa had handled this theoretical customer, at least. Maybe. Hopefully.

Then he's making another face. "And who said anything about making the snacks? I bet they've got all sorts of nice things in the kitchen already, byon." Ken isn't lazy, like Chikusa, but he's very direct. Whereas Chikusa wouldn't make snacks himself if he could possibly avoid it due to laziness, Ken wouldn't make his own snacks if there were snacks readily available just because it's a simpler approach and it involves him eating sooner.

Chikusa might want to get to the blowjob in short order, though. Letting Ken work himself up about the awesome snacks the kitchen may or may not have could be dangerous.

Yeah, time to get involved. Leaving his folded up glasses on the sink to avoid any damage- he's reckless enough with those, no need to make them Ken collateral- Chikusa takes the blunt approach of going straight up to ken.

The nice thing about Ken is that there's no need for overly long foreplay or sweet talk. All you have to do is grab his crotch. Which, for the record, is exactly what Chikusa is doing.

"If you get this uniform messy, I'm getting the bad shampoo."

And, you know, threatening him.

Something sparks in Ken's eyes, making him look even hungrier and more dangerous than before - and those tend to be his default settings. He leans into Chikusa's hand, and toward Chikusa in general, smirking.

"If I get your uniform dirty, Kakipi," he purrs, running his tongue over his lips, "it'll be because you didn't swallow, byon."

And then he's nipping sharply at Chikusa's lips, registering an unspoken complaint about where they're not presently.

When you have blunt teeth against someone who has far too many different sets of sharp ones, biting back doesn't really do much. Chikusa does anyway, teeth slipping from Ken's mouth, and then he's sinking easily down onto the tile. Long quick fingers undo Ken's belt and pants deftly for all of Chikusa's lazy movements beforehand.

How much work is he going to have to do, or is Ken going to make things easy for him with a good hard dick? Time to find out as he coaxes it out from Ken's pants.

Ken's never needed much excuse to get worked up, and the thought of facefucking Chikusa is pretty appealing. He's already starting to get hard, and probably won't need heavy encouragement to keep going in that direction.

Meanwhile, he's reaching down and grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of Chikusa's neck, grinning. "You make a cute bunny, Kakipi. You bite like one too, byon."

Chikusa hates messes, doesn't he?

[It's posed as a question even though it's definitely not a question, Mukuro's head canted slightly to the side, his expression troubled.]

It would be terrible if something happened to the ice cream machine or if for some reason their big vats of frosting tipped over and got everywhere...

[Mukuro no. What has Chikusa ever done to you except be a good and loyal follower?]

"So you want me to bite while I'm down here?" is the deadpan response, but there's no... bite to it. For all the thoughts of poison and the high probability at any given time of Chikusa buying floral shampoo, he'd never be that mean to Ken.

...Unless he really deserved it, anyway. And since Ken has been decent today, he hasn't yet.

Guiding Ken's cock to his mouth, Chikusa flicks his tongue along the tip. For however much he'd like to be lazy about this, he is on a short break. That means a little bit of effort goes into things as he curls his tongue around the sensitive head before taking it into his mouth with a sharp suck.

[WOW FIGHT HIM MM. You do things for free for Chikusa but charge Mukuro for everything?! So damn rude.

Mukuro let out a small chuckle at the question, lashes lowered against his cheeks, dark and delicate, tongue licking at the excess chocolate from his spoon. It was delicious of course. He had no doubt that Chikusa would attain perfection in this if it meant pleasing him, and he wasn't unsatisfied.

Still...]

How many of these have you made, Chikusa?

[Ken's grinning all over his face. If he had a tail his whole body would be moving with the force of the wag.] They have big vats of frosting? And ice cream machines?!

[Part of Ken's behaving today, thus far, has involved him not being in the kitchens. That's coming to an end any second now.

There's the faintest flicker of hesitation, though, as Ken's eyes turn momentarily fretful. After all, most of the reason he's been behaving all day was to not cause trouble for Mukuro-sama - which, in this case, has indirectly involved letting Chikusa make money for them. What happens to the plan they've been working all day for ~~'they' meaning '90% Chikusa'~~ if he goes wild now?]

It won't cause problems for you, Mukuro-sama? [The assumption is that Mukuro wouldn't encourage him to do anything counter-intuitive to what he wants - and no matter how delicately Mukuro phrases it, Ken knows when he's being encouraged to cause mayhem - but Chikusa's really beaten the need for Ken's good behavior today into his head. It's the only reason he's lasted this long. So Ken has to eliminate this small worry first, because dragging through such a boring day just to disappoint Mukuro-sama at the end of it would be the worst thing.]

"If you did, I'd go lion channel, byon," is Ken's prompt and surprisingly intelligent response. But then again, channels come naturally to Ken; of course he'd know how to threaten someone with one.

Ken groans a little as Chikusa's tongue works on him, rocking into Chikusa's mouth almost immediately as he tugs on that handful of hair. That...may be an issue. Chikusa should know that Ken is loud and animalistic in all things, and sex is no different. Did he plan on any way of keeping Ken quiet, or is he just hoping like hell the bathroom's too far away for anyone to hear?

A tile bathroom, at that. Tile makes echoes.

[That's because you deserve it, Mukuro-chan. And also she's charging you for this anyway, so look forward to that.]

[Also, really it's not fair to ask someone how many of some inane treat they've made-]

Six...

[And that's including the two initial attempts at training before his shift.]

Yeah... That's going to be a problem. And Chikusa can't tell him to shut up, on account of a hand on the back of his neck and his mouth full of cock. That limits his options somewhat.

So he improvises a bit, reaching up to tug pointedly on Ken's jacket and flashing up an irritated glance upwards. If there's a way to send the word quiet through to someone with eyes alone, then Chikusa is certainly the closest one can get to it.

Yes.

[If anyone asked though, he had been gathering intel to make sure this place was suitable for his beloved Chikusa and not because he was stuffing his face with parfaits he kept having the waitstaff make him.

Though what a good obedient subordinate Ken was. When Mukuro had been younger, he had been wary of harming Ken too much, since it felt far too much like stepping on a little puppy's tail who was just eager to please and harmed no one. ~~Well, no one Mukuro hadn't told him to harm~~.

He canted his head to the side, glancing behind Ken and towards the cafe, a sly smirk on his face.]

Would I have you do otherwise? Unless you don't believe you're up to the task.

[Well too bad, he's not paying that bill if he didn't approve of her work. He'd like a refund please.

Mukuro continued digging into his parfait, watching Chikusa thoughtfully as he ate.]

What did your other customers think?

[It's definitely not a trap question, sssh sssh.]

[Has Mukuro stopped worrying about Ken as much, or has he simply come to terms with just how much of a beating Ken can take and shrug off? Only Mukuro knows. Either way, Ken's happy.]

Kakipi thought it'd be trouble for you if I caused too much havoc. [Ken's clearly thrilled to hear that Chikusa was wrong, and there's a wicked glint in his eyes that suggests he's totally going to rub that in Chikusa's face later. WHO THINKS HE'S SO SMART NOW, HUH.] But you know best, byon! Just watch me, Mukuro-sama!

[And with that, he darts inside. The only reason it takes a whole thirty seconds for the yelling to start is because it takes Ken a few seconds to sniff out the kitchen, and then considerably more seconds to figure out the ice cream machine. One can mark the exact second someone tries to stop him by when the angry yelling shifts tones to horrified screaming.

Mukuro, if he stays outside - or even if he's just following Ken at a more leisurely pace - will get to bear witness to the scattered people who end up running out of the cafe. Most appear to be kitchen staff, and several of the late exits are covered in smears of ice cream, frosting, or both. No blood, surprisingly - but then Ken's current objectives aren't necessarily any more violent than punching people away from obstructing his path, and no one in the cafe except Chikusa would be any fun to beat up. ~~Not that Ken wouldn't do it anyway if he'd been instructed to, but such instructions he received were about the frosting vats and ice cream. Which are way more interesting anyway.~~

Mukuro can either wait for Ken to emerge on his own, or follow him inside to bear first-hand witness to the kitchen carnage. Either way, Chikusa's going to be livid.]

Since Chikusa's holding still, and didn't say anything about Ken holding back at all, Ken's going to take that as an open invitation to start fucking his mouth in earnest, rocking his hips while keeping that hold on the back of Chikusa's neck. (He actually is paying attention to Chikusa while he does this; he doesn't want to have to explain to Mukuro-sama that he suffocated Kakipi with his cock. But he's assuming that since Chikusa suggested this idea that he's able to handle it, unless something goes drastically wrong, so he's not particularly worried.) And he groans again, louder this time.

When Chikusa grabs his jacket, he looks down, the movement of his hips slowing as he takes in Chikusa's expression. And then...he grins, and goes right back to what he was doing. With no noticeable change to the sounds he's making.

So, the question is - did Ken not understand, or is he being a sly dog and pretending he didn't understand? There's no real way for Chikusa to tell, and the question is whether there's anything more he can do about it.

Ken, you piece of shit.

Whether plain or willful ignorance, it annoys Chikusa and it's going to cause problems. That's all he needs. Yet there's very little he can do, and it's only half because he's on his knees with his head being gripped. The other half is that he's always been the physically weaker of the two, so that gives him even less options.

But there is good news, and that is that he pays attention to things. Things like how Ken rocking into his mouth- which he's all but tuned out, it seems Ken has that handled- means his balance isn't as steady as it could be. So Chikusa does the dirty thing:

He lowers his hands and reaches down around Ken's ankle before giving a harsh sudden jerk.

If Ken falls backwards, will he probably yell and raise hell about it? Yes. Will he shut up with the moaning? Also yes. Chikusa considers it to be a fair trade and, anyway, anyone who's spent five seconds in Ken's presence wouldn't blink an eye at him throwing a fit. It's less conspicuous, against all odds.

[He has no idea what you're going for here, Mukuro-sama. But then, trolling has always been an art Chikusa's never really understood.]

I haven't received any complaints.

[Which doesn't answer, exactly, what they thought... But still.]

[Blushing? Who’s blushing? Definitely not the pretty redhead. She pauses, letting Ciel help her out.]

Thank you. [A murmur of her own.] I’m glad to be back.

[She returns with Rosamund's cappucino.]

Here you are, Mistress. I hope you like it! I made it with love for you.

[She does that heart-shape gesture with her fingers... centered over her chest. Which, considering her outfit...]

Ken definitely wasn't expecting that, or watching for it. He yelps, loudly, as he starts to go over. And, instinctively, tries to catch himself.

The thing Chikusa didn't seem to consider is that he's the closest solid thing for Ken to grab at. Or that Ken's not likely to loosen his grip on Chikusa's hair while he's falling. He's going to be wrenching at Chikusa's hair as he tries to use him as an anchor, the other hand lashing out to grab at his shoulder and dig fingers in. (Chikusa, and his uniform, are lucky Ken isn't channeling right now - but Ken might still get a good enough fistful to at least start a torn shoulder seam.)

The only question is, are they both going over, or is Chikusa immobile enough that Ken can keep his feet with his unwilling assistance?

~~Okay, there's also the question of how safe Ken's cock is in Chikusa's mouth under these circumstances. This is not one of Chikusa's more thought-out plans.~~

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