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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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[In contrast to their leader’s constant melodrama, Chikusa’s words are much more succinct as he finally starts to leave the kitchen area and drift towards the other two.]

You’re covered in frosting.

[And, frankly, it’s offending his delicate sensibilities over here.]

[Mukuro always ruins whatever play at emotions he tries, whether from cockiness, impatience, or being a Grade A troll. Fortunately, having grown up with such looks, Chikusa isn’t bothered. Instead, he just considers the invitation. The potential of getting free food is one of the perks of this job…]

...Would you like me to feed you, Mukuro-sama?

I don't have to take a bath to get it off, byon! [And Ken helpfully demonstrates this by...licking some frosting off his arm. Ken, really.] See?!

[It's honestly amazing that Chikusa and Mukuro have standards low enough for this. Or indicative of how they're both equally trashy in their own ways.]

"That doesn't even make sense, byon," Ken replies, but he sounds pleased. The tug to his hair is something he liked, and physical sensations are quickly overtaking the argument for him.

Ken decides to let Chikusa handle Ken's own uniform for the moment, instead moving his hands to impatiently unfasten Chikusa's pants - pants are harder to rip than a shirt, at least without claws, so he's not really going to try - and then yank them down those skinny hips. Chikusa's always so pale and fragile-looking, especially compared to Ken; maybe that's why Ken's always rough with him, marking him up.

Ken couldn't consciously put words to why he's rough with someone he considers delicate, when - despite all their constant bickering - Chikusa's one of the most important people to him in his whole world, second only to Mukuro himself. Even if he could articulate it, there might not be only one explanation, and Ken might not be sure which one it is at any given moment. It could be that Chikusa always looks too pure and untouched for someone as filthy as Ken, and dragging him down to Ken's level reassures Ken that Chikusa's not too far above him for him to touch. It could be, at the same time, reassurance that Chikusa is tough enough to take all the punishment Ken dishes out, that he can take any punishment their enemies dish out, that he only looks fragile and Ken doesn't have to worry about him actually breaking anytime soon. Maybe that pale skin looks like an open canvas for Ken's nails and teeth to lay claim to, to territorially mark as his. Or maybe his physical domination of Chikusa - because even when Chikusa tops, Ken is rough and leaves his marks and more or less dictates the situation; when Chikusa tops, Ken is begging him to do it - is his own form of revenge for Chikusa's intellectual superiority in other situations.

Ken couldn't explain any of that. He runs on instinct. But base instinct often stems from more complexity than the impulses it sends.

In contrast, Chikusa knows exactly why he takes more offense to the tearing and dirtying of his own clothes than his blood being spilled. It's only partially because pain just doesn't seem to be something that reaches his mind and gets processed.

Control. Reminders. Connection. It's a lot of things, all mixed up into a complicated tangle. Unlike Ken, however, Chikusa purposefully works not to think of any of it. He merely shifts his hips, helping his pants down with minimal effort, and focuses on Ken. "It makes sense," he retorts, emphasizing his words with another tug of Ken's hair and ignoring how he's already half hard despite all the bickering inbetween their kissing. His fingers finish enough of Ken's shirt for him to slip his fingers beneath the already dirty cloth. His own nails will never be like Ken's, but he still drags them across his skin while flicking his thumb across one of Ken's nipples.

Everything is so physical with him. Physical and loud. There's no way to miss Ken's existence when he's around. One of his better better qualities.... sometimes.

[Now that was also another idea.

Mukuro's gaze sharpened in interest, and he pushed the parfait to the side, motioning for Ken to come to him.]

We'll lick off what we can, but then bath.

[Equally trashy in their own ways, clearly.]

[Chikusa was there anything you wouldn't do for free food?

The offer was amusing, and Mukuro propped his chin up with both of his hands, smirk widening.]

If you don't have any other guests to attend to.

[Though clearly, there better not be.]

[Listen, when Mukuro-sama is there, he takes up his whole world. However, when he isn’t there, someone has to worry about “do we have enough money and food to last until the next sporadic appearance”. Trust him, Chikusa would like to lay and do nothing but daydream about a life with running water regularly accessible.]

[But M.M. tries to have this mystical thing called A Life, Ken can’t be trusted to even recognize proper food, and Dokuro hangs around people like the Vongola and Kyoko and Haru who actually make sure she’s regularly fed. So. Here he is.]

I’m always your devoted servant, Mukuro-sama.

[Not only is it true, Chikusa also knows it’ll help stroke Mukuro’s ego. Not that it needs the help. He reaches for the fork, absolutely serious in his offer.]

May I?

[There’s a slight twitch of his mouth at Ken’s “solution”, but his nose outright wrinkles at Mukuro-sama’s agreement to it.]

….Do I have to…

[He’ll do it if Mukuro says so, but also, do you even know where Ken’s been? Chikusa sure does.]

Not especially, no. It's been a little quieter than usual! I don't really mind, though.

[People call Mukuro dramatic, but clearly it was rubbing off on Chikusa.

Hearing that from Chikusa did make Mukuro's killing intent recede, if even a little bit, his smirk softening around the corners. It was ironic, that someone who survived off of lying and illusions and keeping secrets would seek out those who were completely honest and truthful with him.

He couldn't help but chuckle at Chikusa's earnestness, leaning forward, opening his mouth obediently in answer.]

[It’s not dramatic if it’s a totally legitimate concern, Mukuro-sama.]
[Neatly slicing through the omurice and scooping it up, he slips it into Mukuro’s mouth with the same quiet expression as always and tilts his head to the side.]

Is it satisfactory, Mukuro-sama?

[All that time he spent on it, it better be.]

[It's not like Mukuro would let them starve. There were apps now that he could manage their bank finances with no matter where he was, and it wasn't like wiring money took a lot of time. The shitting out in the woods without running water, yes, but not starving.

He hummed as he swallowed up the spoon, leaning back to lick his lips as he watched Chikusa's face with a contented smirk.]

Try it for yourself.

[He let an illusion swallow the two of them up before he reached for Chikusa, pulling him forward to kiss him, swiping his tongue against his bottom leap to coax the other boy's mouth open.]

Ken makes a low, hungry sound as Chikusa's nails and fingers encourage him to forget everything else. Nothing's better than Chikusa actively participating, actively doing, actively wanting things. Being one of the things Chikusa wants, and wants badly enough to actually do stuff, is incredibly flattering. Even without consciously reading into the message, Ken feels the importance of it - the satisfaction of it.

As soon as Chikusa's pants are down, Ken's got his cock on his hand, stroking it roughly with calloused fingers. Chikusa reacting to him is the best thing, and he's usually willing to do just about anything to get those reactions. He leans in and nuzzles Chikusa's throat before biting at it again. "Turn around, byon," he orders.

[Ken perks up immediately at Mukuro's suggestion, grinning. He doesn't care so much about getting clean, but there's no way Mukuro can be suggesting licking him off and not implying something sexual. And there's pretty much never a time Ken will turn down sex from Mukuro. He doesn't get nearly as many opportunities as he does with Chikusa - Mukuro tends to be busier, gone enacting his various plans a lot of the time.

He makes a face at Chikusa.] Kakipi can go be boring while I get Mukuro-sama, byon. [It's half a smug dig at a rival for Mukuro's affections, and half a dare to get Chikusa to come join them.]

[Mukuro’s name isn’t even half off his lips before he’s being pulled in close and he can feel the illusion wrapping around them. Any control over his own body is relinquished as those familiar lips slide along his own. There’s no point in fighting against it. Chikusa practically melts against the kiss, eyes fluttering shut.]

Mukuro-sama…

[The rest of the world is unimportant now. Hell, if it weren’t for the troublesome reactions of other people, it’s doubtful he’d care even if Mukuro did this shamelessly in public with nothing to hide either of them. All there is is the kiss, and Chikusa drops the fork onto the plate so that his hand can press longingly against Mukuro’s chest.]

Electricity rakes through him, and even Chikusa can’t tell it’s from the way the sounds coming out of Ken’s mouth that make his heart kick or those rough fingers threatening to bring his legs out from beneath him. The reasoning doesn’t matter so much as the end result, which is him curling into Ken with his breath becoming more ragged by the moment. His fingers slide down to his ribs, nudging the shirt open more, only to twitch to a stop at the order.

“And you were complaining about doing all the work…” Still, it’s not like Chikusa will ever complain at a lack of it for himself. Maybe there’s a little bit of reluctance as he pulls his hand away, but no one can prove anything. His pale skin is already flushed a deep blotchy red, a crawl of passionate color along his throat where Ken has marked his claim and along his cheeks. Batting Ken’s hand away and nudging his legs so that he can move, Chikusa twists around. His palms press along the grit of the wall, lukewarm compared to Ken’s heat, and he glances over his shoulder at him.

“Come on…”

You don't have to.

[It was said absently, the picture of disinterest if it wasn't for the curve of his smirk. Mukuro already gesturing for Ken to come closer, leaning forward to lick some of the frosting off of Ken's wrist, slowly and thoroughly.]

How sweet.

[Mukuro turned his gaze up to Ken's face, amused.]

But I like what's underneath better.

[He nipped at the skin underneath teasingly, both to see Ken's reaction and to put on a show for Chikusa.]

[It's an easy thing to be with his followers, Chikusa in particular, who makes a point to be as unintrusive as possible while being as helpful as he could be. It was a trait worth rewarding, especially with Chikusa so pliant in his arms.

The sound of the fork clattering from Chikusa's hand was immensely satisfying, and smirking, Mukuro drew back slightly, lashes lowered.]

What do you think?

[About the food, but he would accept Chikusa's thoughts about the kiss as well.]

[Chikusa blinks, coming back to things neatly. Really, he should still be somewhat exasperated at Mukuro-sama... but his touch has a value higher than anything of monetary value. It's not worth the effort to hold onto those particular emotions.]

I couldn't tell you, Mukuro-sama... I was distracted.

[As per his plan, no doubt, but Chikusa's not complaining.]

[...He sees how it is.]

[Not that it's particularly hard, with Ken's blatant challenge combined alongside Mukuro-sama's much more subtle smirk. While some social intricacies escape him, there's no missing this. For a moment, Chikusa simply stares with the usual impassive wall of an expression in place.]

[After a moment, however, he shifts and starts to shuffle not back into the staff area but towards the table they've apparently claimed in this now messy little cafe. Instead of sitting near Ken, however, he makes a point to sit on the other side of Mukuro. There's no use on wasting his breath on words when there's better things to do.]

[For example: scratching his nails lightly up along the nape of Mukuro's neck and brushing through the hair there before he stretches his fingers deep through the dark strands. An attention demanding kiss is sucked into the side of his neck while his fingers are busy.]

[For all Mukuro knew how to manipulate his subordinates, he had to admit they mostly knew how to quell or ride out his moods just as easily, seasoned sailors used to navigating water that could be calm one minute and treacherous the next.

Pleased at that honest response, Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he leaned back in closer so their lips could brush again, looking up at Chikusa from underneath his lashes.]

Should I give you another taste?

[Rokudo Mukuro a tease? Never.]

[‘Never’ meaning ‘always’. A quiet shudder travels through his body as Mukuro gives him only the faintest of touches.]

Please, Mukuro-sama.

[It’s not as though he can expect any other answer. Chikusa has never hidden when he’s wanted Mukuro’s attention, in nearly an form, and now is no exception. His fingers knead into Mukuro’s shirt, a silent plea, but he doesn’t push forward himself. Instead, patient against his own desires, Chikusa waits.]

"Now you're the impatient one, byon." Ken seems delighted by this reversal, and not simply because it gives him something to tease Chikusa about. It takes a lot to make Chikusa impatient and demanding - and all it's taken is Ken. Nothing could be more satisfying.

He'd had to let go of Chikusa's cock when the other boy turned around, and he supposes it's just as well, because he's going to need two hands to prep him. (Dry fucking is something they've tried, once - but not even Ken had enjoyed it, and Chikusa had developed enough of a strong opinion on it that they've never done it since.) Ken's uncapped the lube and is about to spread it on his fingers when he notes that those fingers are still red with blood, and there he pauses for a moment, considering.

Whether he's conscious of the health hazards, whether he's considerate of Chikusa's more fastidious sensibilities, or whether he's possessively unwilling to put anything of someone else inside his Kakipi, it's hard to say. But either way, after a few moments' consideration, he shoves three fingers into his own mouth, sucking the blood off them.

For Ken, this is surprisingly hygenic.

[Ken certainly doesn't need to be called over by Mukuro twice. He moves to stand before him eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. And when Mukuro's tongue rasps over his skin, he makes a sound that's practically a whine, shivering where he stands at the attention as it's followed by the scrape of teeth.

Ken's relationship with Mukuro isn't anything like his relationship with Chikusa. With Chikusa, Ken stands on equal footing, and would feel free to take his own initiative based on what he wants. But with Mukuro...Mukuro is his lord and master, and Ken's whole existence is bent towards doing what Mukuro wishes of him. That means that, as badly as he wants Mukuro, he simply gives himself up to his whims, wholly obedient, and waits to be told what to do - or lets Mukuro do things himself - rather than making any move of his own. Ken is never more compliant and almost worshipfully still as when Mukuro is favoring him with his attention.

And then Chikusa intrudes and ruins it. Ken watches Chikusa do what - in a reversal of their behavior everywhere else - Ken would never dare to, jealously, and scowls.] I thought the cold fish kappa was leaving, byon.

[Ironically, he'd wanted Chikusa to participate not thirty seconds ago, and his provoking remark had been made half with that in mind. But when it comes to fighting over Mukuro's all-too-rare open displays of affection, Ken's not going to take any prisoners. And neither, clearly, is Chikusa.]

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