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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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"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.”

Ken waits until Chikusa turns around to start cleaning him, with the same careful thoroughness as he'd used on his back. Calling it body worship wouldn't be accurate; Ken's not doing it for Chikusa's benefit, but his own. Body exploration would be a better description, as Ken's hand moves over Chikusa's skin while he directs the spray along Chikusa's body.

And in short order, Ken's teeth and tongue are taking part, too. He nips idly at Chikusa's chest, at his stomach, at the lines of his pelvis, and he's barely finished stroking Chikusa's cock clean with a water-slick hand before his mouth is wrapped around it, sucking on him greedily. He can tell Chikusa is already kind of worked up, and he wants to maintain that momentum.

Facing Ken changes the game a little. Not enough to change the basics or stop his roaming fingers and greedy mouth, but enough. Facing Ken lets Chikusa wind his fingers through his hair, feeling how those wild blond strands are weighed down just by the thick humidity of the bathhouse. He’ll never get tired of this. Not even when Ken is absolutely filthy, dirt and dried blood clumping his hair together. There’s something innately satisfying about it.

Where Ken’s teeth have failed to draw out any reaction from Chikusa, his hot mouth sucking on his cock is completely different. It’s possible to almost see him completely fall apart, body trembling and his brows crumpled together. Bruised lips from their bout before are parted, heaving out breath, and his fingers curl tighter into Ken’s hair.

His eyes aren’t focused on anywhere else but him.

That's pretty much all Ken ever wants. He doesn't mind sharing that gaze with Mukuro - the only other person Ken really deems worthy, the only other person Ken would look at in a similar way - but no one else.

As with Ken himself, the blowjob is hot, fast, messy, and eager. He shows just enough restraint to be careful of those sharp teeth of his, but that's as far as it goes. He can't resist Chikusa when he's like this - trembling, breathless, reactive. All he wants is more of it, as quickly as he can get it. So there's no drawing it out, no lingering buildup - he's trying to wrench an orgasm out of Chikusa in record time.

After this long, Chikusa is no longer as sensitive as he might otherwise be, but with Ken’s enthusiasm, that means very little. His body curls over his partner with each sharp, almost violent, suck. The normally stoic expression on his face is all but vanished now, contorted into pleasure with each loud and debauched ride of Ken’s lip up along him. Maybe it shouldn’t feel this good, so rough and demanding and eager, but he comes undone easily from it all.

“Ken-” His fingers yank in his air, them and his breathless gasp of his partner’s name the only warnings before he tumbles over the edge with a jerk.

Ken makes a sound of almost animal satisfaction as Chikusa comes, only sucking harder with that, as though he won't be satisfied unless he draws every drop from Chikusa that he can. Somehow, without the taste itself being pleasant, Ken always delights in this - swallowing around Chikusa or Mukuro while they pulse in his mouth. He only pulls away when his partner's gone still and as limp as he's able to without falling over, grinning up at him.

He's hard again himself, from watching and listening to and feeling Chikusa's orgasm, but he'll jerk himself off or rub himself against Chikusa's water-slick body until he comes; he knows better than to ask his partner for any more effort exerted on sex today.

“Limp” is the perfect way to describe Chikusa, loose as though strings have been cut from him a his fingers loosen and fall away from Ken’s hair and lay along the curve of his back. Likely he could stay like that for ages, in the pleasant wet heat of the baths and Ken’s sturdiness between his legs and under his arms. It takes Ken moving for him to stir, blinking down at his partner in a daze.

Even if he wanted to, it’s likely for the best that Ken doesn’t ask anything more of Chikusa today. He honestly can’t get his mind out of its pleasant stupor right now.

Still, after a moment, he has enough coherency in him to mutter, “Need to wash you, Ken…”

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Ken doesn't immediately acknowledge, or comply with, that statement - partly from desire, partly from practicality. There's no point in Chikusa washing him yet if he hasn't finished getting dirty, is there?

He rises, arms wrapping around Chikusa to hold him upright, and then Chikusa's being pushed up against the nearest wall as Ken follows, rubbing his hard cock against the place where Chikusa's leg meets his pelvis. There's a low, needy whine in Ken's throat.

Oh, right, this is a thing.

So knocked out of it and pleasantly sleepy, Chikusa had honestly forgotten about Ken's own need, but he goes along with it easily enough as Ken forces him up against the wall. For the most part, he's completely limp against Ken's body, only his partner's pressure and the wall keeping him upright. However, he does move his arms, loosely wrapping them around Ken's waist and nudging his lips against his ear.

In his state, it's the most encouragement he can really give.

It doesn't take long; Ken gets worked up easily, especially when it comes to Chikusa and seeing him react to Ken's ministrations so much. He ruts himself against Chikusa's slick skin, panting, and after only a few rocks of his hips he's growling as an orgasm snaps through him, finally relieving the last of his tension. He promptly goes relaxed and warm and heavy against Chikusa, a tongue idly swiping against the curve of Chikusa's neck.

There. This feels good, Ken warm and comfortable as he rests against his body. Chikusa lets the wall hold up the majority of his weight as he stands there, arms still loose around Ken. After a moment, however, he sighs.

“You got me dirty again…”

"So what, stupid kappa?" Ken huffs against Chikusa's skin, although the warm, relaxed weight of him doesn't shift at all - a sure sign that his verbal belligerence is empty noise. "Easy to wash off, byon."

He nuzzles Chikusa's neck for a long moment before pulling away, reluctantly, so that Chikusa can actually rinse that off. They haven't been in the bath proper yet, and curling up against Chikusa and falling asleep there now sounds like a good idea to Ken. (There is the concern of strangers coming in while they sleep, but that's always been less of a concern for Ken than Chikusa; he'd wake up at the first unfamiliar footfall.)

“It’s still annoying…” But that, too, is nothing more than empty noise on Chikusa’s part. Even if it’s annoying… It doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is Ken’s body against him, warm and sturdy, and his eyes drift shut for a while until his partner moves. Slowly, he pushes himself away from the wall as well, moving to rinse the cum splattered along his pale skin.

And then, well….

Then there’s the part they can both agree is nice: heat, sleepy relaxation, and their bodies slumped against each other as they drift together for a while. There’s few things in the world Chikusa would trade it for.

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