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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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Bad news: he got his chin clipped.

More bad news: he bit his tongue because Ken clipped his chin.

Additional bad news: Ken you shit why did you kick him.

Just because he can't really feel pain doesn't mean this is any less of an annoyance, especially when he thinks he tastes a bit of copper along his tongue. A sigh. "Ken..." And there's his fingers, pinching one of his ears and twisting. "That was annoying."

Still... He does have something serious to say, once he's sure that Ken understands that he was being a little bit of a pain in the ass. "...I don't know how to make it stop," is the quiet confession, Chikusa's eyes focused on some spot on Ken's shoulder.

Ken makes a pained, huffy noise and immediately tries to twist away from the punishment. This doesn't involve nearly as much pulling away from Chikusa as one might think it would.

It's while Ken is rubbing his ear that Chikusa speaks, and Ken eyes him. "You usually stop when you're with me, byon," Ken points out. This is a fact he'd learned long ago, and has used to his advantage. "When I touch you."

After a moment of consideration, Chikusa nods slowly. He can't argue against that. It's generally true. "When it's bad..."

He shouldn't have to explain what that means.

"...But I want to be with you. So..." He's not entirely sure why his brain does what it does. Sure, sometimes having a dick shoved down one's throat is uncomfortable, but it's not nearly bad enough to justify 'leaving'.

"...But. Like I was saying. I feel too passive." And the 'too' is important there, he thinks. Chikusa is more than fine with being a lazy pillow king, but even he has his limits. "It's different than sex."

Ken pauses for a moment as he parses this. "So...it's just not the kind of sex thing you like to do?" He hadn't considered that possibility, and it relieves him immensely. It's not like there aren't sex acts he enjoys more or less than others. That's just personal preference. And, most importantly, it has nothing to do with how much he and Chikusa mean to each other.

"We can do other stuff, stupid kappa. You could've just said." And he nips at Chikusa's throat, half as a punishment and half in affection. "What do you like better? You could fuck me, byon."

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Even if he’s not patient, Chikusa likes it when Ken washes him too, so it’s no surprise that he gives a quiet nod, putting up the shower head. He likes doing the same for his partner and Mukuro, after all. It’s difficult to explain… While he certainly likes exploring their bodies, that’s not the only factor.

Well… He guesses it’s not important.

Ken takes the shower head from Chikusa readily, beginning to direct water over Chikusa's back and shoulders with a care that people who've never seen Ken cut Mukuro's hair would believe Ken could possess. He nudges Chikusa's head forward with one hand to better expose the teeth marks he left in his kappa's hide, using a thumb to carefully wipe away all traces of dried blood around it. And if he leans in to drag his tongue over those marks afterwards, as though tasting them again, well...that's just Ken. And he does run water over them again afterwards, so it's more hygienic than Ken tends to be.

He takes his time, spraying water over all of Chikusa's skin he can reach from the back and following with his free hand, caressing along the skin like he doesn't trust the water pressure to be enough to wipe all the grime away. (And Ken doesn't; Ken's accustomed to dried blood and mud, how they can stick so stubbornly unless you actively scrub them off. Chikusa tends to not have those problems very often, but it's habit for Ken in the rare times he bathes...plus it's a good excuse to touch Chikusa all over.

All over is no exaggeration, either. Along with some water being directed to some rather private areas, Ken's slicking his fingers with saliva and pressing them into Chikusa, working him open slowly, cleaning his come out of Chikusa as best he can. Again, it's mostly an excuse to slowly fuck Chikusa on his fingers again, in hopes it might even work him up again...but there is a practical, considerate element to it as well.

"Lemme do your front, Kakipi," he says finally, once he's satisfied himself with how thoroughly his fingers have cleaned him and slid them back out. He occasionally gets over-enthusiastic when cleaning Chikusa's back, but he's positively untrustworthy when it comes to cleaning his front. As soon as he starts working below the waist, he's more likely than not to try and start something sexual, to see whether Chikusa will allow it. Part of it is the fact that, with bathing giving Chikusa that small energy boost, Ken's success rate is actually a little higher in the bath than anywhere else, and he's subconsciously picked up on that fact. But it's just as much that when presented with a wet, naked Chikusa, Ken seems to have the mindset of a dog slowly, stealthily squirming its way onto a piece of furniture it's not supposed to sit on. 'How much can I get away with before I get yelled at?'

Even if Ken were rough, Chikusa would like it. Even as he’s gentle, he can still tell it’s him, and that’s what he savors. Ken’s hands are distinctly his in the end. No amount of care can erase the length of his nails, jagged from a lack of care and, more likely than not, constant transformations. Water smoothing out his palms helps take away their rough callouses a little, but Chikusa would be disconcerted if it was complete.

Here, in the bath, more than even when he’s asleep, he’s at his most vulnerable. Mukuro is never without his illusions, always able to protect himself so long as it’s his own body and he’s not expending energy through another’s. Ken, too, is a force to be reckoned with, whether or not he’s simply using his own horrifyingly powerful bare body or Channeling.

But for him…. At least when he’s asleep, he knows he’s fallen asleep being watched by someone, or with his yoyos tucked securely in his pockets and ready to be pulled out at a moment’s notice. Naked like this, completely bare….
No one else will ever get to see this. Not outside Mukuro and Ken. Chikusa is sure of it.

There’s other ways he’s vulnerable this way, too, even if he’s expecting to shift his body and feel Ken’s fingers press into him. After all, the cum in his ass was starting to feel fairly gross….

Except those rough slow fingers change it all.

He’s already twitching the second Ken starts to press inside him, and, if there’s anything painful to the scrape of his fingers as he drags out each dribble of cum, well, Chikusa doesn’t notice it. He’s too lost in the sensations, chest heaving and legs trembling as Ken fingerfucks him clear. If the water washes away some of his exhaustion like grim from a pipe, then Ken’s fingers are like the sparks slowly setting him ablaze again. By the time Ken tugs them out, Chikusa actually trembles at the loss. Maybe it’s the heat of the baths which have warmed up his pale skin….

Any other day, he’d think heavily on the implications of Ken wanting to help him with his front. However, right now, he just glances back at him from half lidded lashes. “Yeah…. Alright, Ken.”

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake

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