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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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Getting lost in physical sensation is one thing. Getting lost in the ferocity of Ken is practically something else altogether. Bit by bit, thrust after thrust, the pleasure and heat consumes Chikusa. The effect is that he’s blissfully blank of any feeling except that which Ken is dragging him through, different then his usual apathy, and soon enough Chikusa stops trying to hold back altogether. Each thrust earns a heavy pant, and Ken’s teeth more strangled cries. There’s not even any concern that they might found out by how loud he’s being, only a rapid descent into feeling and lust. Being filled up is strangely euphoric, a heat that won’t leave him for at least a short while and remind him of all of this. But it’s not enough, not quite, to pull Chikusa over the edge himself.

That’s Ken hand, jerking and grinding at his cock, and soon he’s orgasming with a groan as his release splatters against the wall. He shakes through it, only to go limp as he finishes with shaking breaths. If not for Ken’s hold on him, it’s like he’d be slumping against the wall and going to his knees.

“Ken…”

Ken's nuzzling at the back of Chikusa's neck, tongue dragging roughly over the bite mark he left there - more or less lapping up the blood. It's hard to tell if he enjoys the taste of the blood, or if he enjoys the taste of Chikusa's blood specifically, or if there's some deeper, more primal meaning to it that even he couldn't put into words. Or whether it's just feral first aid. With Ken, it could be anything.

He's making a low, contented sound in his throat. With anyone else, it'd be a hum. With Ken, it feels more like a purr. He's barely holding them up, his weight heavy on Chikusa's back; conveniently, though, that puts enough pressure on Chikusa's arms, bracing him against the wall, that hopefully Chikusa's arms will lock and keep them both steady.

Ken's always at his happiest - his most stable, his most sated, his most calm - after sex. It's hard to know, of course, if that has as much to do with the physical act as it has to do with who he's with, considering that the only people he has sex with are the two who mean the most to him in the world.

For a while- a few minutes at least- Chikusa stays where he is. The human body truly can be amazing sometimes, his joints sticking together and not buckling as he relies on them to keep him from a faceplant. In this alley, who knows what’s on the ground here. Well, besides his semen, and maybe a few drops of his blood. That’s a given.

Post-orgasm is probably one of the most pleasant sensations he ever gets to experience. It knocks out all thoughts in his head, erases any concerns with a wave of pleasure. Ken is warm, he’s pleasantly full, and going to sleep sounds like the perfect idea.

Except for the situation.

And that he’s sweaty.

And, the longer that time passes, the more he becomes aware of how sticky and disgusting his ass feels.

Chikusa stirs out of his daze. “Ken. Get off.”

"Don't wanna, byon." Ken's always sulky when everyday life intrudes upon his post-coital haze; he knows that now things will go back to normal, with a mostly unresponsive Chikusa and maybe even a bath. He wants this to just keep going. It never does, though.

For all his unwillingness, though, he finally starts supporting his own weight again, pulling himself away from - and out of - Chikusa. He scrubs the hand he'd jerked Chikusa off with absently against his pants as he tucks himself back into them with the other.

Between this kind of thing and the blood, laundry for the Kokuyo gang must be a hell of a time.

Laundry is the worst, and Chikusa is constantly suffering.

It’s not even a problem he can save for the future, either. Reaching down to pull up his pants, Chikusa glances over his shoulder at the disastrous state Ken is in. Getting rid of all that blood… He can just imagine how much of a pain it’s going to be. Sighing, he rubs at the back of his neck to see if he’s still bleeding.

“...We need to take a bath…” Or, maybe more accurately, he mostly just wants to take one.

"Do we have to?" Ken's voice is even whinier now, although Chikusa may note that the actual resistance behind this complaint is weak. There are times when Ken knows he's dirty enough that it's going to cause actual problems, or complaints from Mukuro, and - while he's no happier about bathing - he grudgingly accepts it as necessary. He knows he's about at that point now, and he's not going to fight Chikusa too hard.

Especially since he just got sex. Sex always makes him more manageable.

"We going home, Kakipi?" This is said with much less whine and much more curiosity. If they're done for the day, they can go home and see Mukuro. And Ken can probably curl up on Chikusa and go to sleep. Ken's restlessly energetic as a general rule, but a long day ~~and a sex session~~ does tire him out by the end of it.

“Yes.” After making sure he’s suitable enough by his standards, Chikusa shifts into his usual slouch. What’s different this time, however, is the way he loosely takes the cuff of Ken’s sleeve between his fingers as he starts to move. It’s the closest to hand holding he’ll ever get. “But tomorrow we’re going to the baths.”
There’s no way he’s letting them stay filthy for long, after all.

A few seconds after he’s said that, however, he glances at Ken from the corner of his eye. “...Would you really go to find a prostitute?”

Ken is utterly contented by this, and he follows Chikusa - catching up with him to match his stride, in fact - easily and without complaint. He doesn't openly acknowledge Chikusa's hand on his sleeve, but he holds his arm in such a way as to carefully avoid jostling it out of Chikusa's grip.

At Chikusa's question, he glances at him. "Kakipi's better, byon," he states, as though he's ever compared. Although, one supposes, perhaps there's a buried compliment in the fact that Ken hasn't compared, yet he still says this as a simple statement of fact. Then he cocks his head. "Would you be mad if I did?"

“...Yeah.” Chikusa’s fingers rub at the fabric he has pinched between them. “Mukuro-sama and I should be all you need.”

That’s why he does things like blowjobs without caring if he particularly enjoys them or not. Even though he’s well aware that it’s impossible, he wants to be everything he can for them. He wants to be a partner, a tool, a lover who can do whatever is necessary to make them content and never leave him. If Ken can just go off and pay someone to do something that Chikusa could do but didn’t…

Admittedly, that doesn't consider Chrome's place in things... but Chikusa is still sometimes unsure of that himself.

This simple statement warms Ken to his core, and he abruptly steps in - almost into Chikusa, shoving his body up against the other's hard enough to probably knock the taller boy a step or two off-balance - and nuzzles the crook of his neck with a little contented sound. Chikusa and Mukuro are all Ken wants; knowing that they want to be all he wants, that they care enough to want his exclusive attention, is perhaps one of the clearest signs Ken ever gets that he matters to them, too. And to be valued, to be given affection, is what Ken wants more than anything, so his reactions are always strong when he gets that.

"You should need me too, then, stupid kappa," he murmurs against his skin. Ken doesn't know how to parse the complexity of Chikusa's trying to please him without being pleased himself as a sign of just how badly Chikusa needs him; all he understands is the idea that if Chikusa doesn't want to do sexual things with him, then he doesn't want Ken as much as Ken wants him. And that thought hurts.

Chikusa has no idea what he’s done. One moment, things were as usual- they were both quiet and sated after sex, talking, making their way home. Normal things. The next moment, Ken is suddenly shoving into his personal space enough that Chikusa lets go of his sleeve in surprise as he stumbles a bit and he’s making strange noises against his skin. Good noises, he knows that much, but… strange.
This is almost more confusing than when he’d been bewildered by Ken’s outbursts of anger.

Hesitantly, confused as to how this happened and where it’s going, Chikusa runs one smooth palm up along Ken’s back while he nuzzles into him. There’s no missing his words when he’s so close like this. “...I…. do…?” His confusion isn’t because of uncertainty regarding his own feelings, but rather about this whole situation. He thought he’d made that clear, that he wants and needs Ken too. What is he missing?

"How come you don't like sucking me off, then?" There's a pout in Ken's voice. "I like sucking you off, byon." His hands find Chikusa's hips, and he digs his nails in slightly as if to hold him there. "You look good when I do it. You sound good. You taste good. I like it. Why don't you like things like that, too?"

At least Ken's getting closer to actually articulating what bothers him, finally.

"...I don't... not like it." That's probably not the most clear set of words, but it's what Chikusa offers immediately before lapsing into quiet contemplation on what Ken has said. He's never really cared about the taste of Ken's cock or semen before, but what about everything else?

"...When you look or sound like what I'm doing feels good... I like that. That's how I know I can make you feel good. But..." Again, he falls into silence. He knows he doesn't really care one way or the other about it and that it makes him drift away sometimes, but there has to be a reason for it. There's a reason for all the things he doesn't like or doesn't really care about. Just what is it?

Eventually, Chikusa thinks he gets it. "...I feel passive."

"But you don't like it, either," Ken persists, frowning. He couldn't begin to verbalize the distinction there is between the two - it's too complex for him - but he's conscious that there is one, and it feels important. "You don't do it 'cause it turns you on, or 'cause you like the taste." A thought occurs to him, and he lifts his head from where his nose was pressed to Chikusa's neck to give him a suspicious squint. "...I dunno if you even do it 'cause you want me to feel good, byon."

It feels like he's right on the verge of figuring something out. He frowns at Chikusa, putting the thoughts and words together with all the thought of making moves on an almost solved Rubik's Cube. Ken usually isn't interested in difficult puzzles, but some things he wants to figure out. "Is it just 'cause you think I'll go to someone else to get it if you don't?"

"I wouldn't do it if there wasn't a reason," Chikusa mutters, meeting that stare dead on. After all, if it doesn't feel good for Ken, then what's the point? It's a waste of effort that he could be saving for something else.... or just plain not using.

However, Ken's intense stare is starting to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Chikusa realizes it's for good reason as his partner speaks, and he glances away. "...Ken. You just said you were going to find a prostitute before..." What Chikusa won't admit is that he's right on point. That is one of his prime concerns.

"You're not supposed to do things for me 'cause you think I'll leave if I don't, stupid kappa!" Ken scowls at him. "That's like...like blackmail!" It's not, not really, but Ken doesn't have a better word for what it is. "I'm not blackmailing you, byon!"

He's getting fidgety and distressed now, shifting his weight restlessly. "At least - " he starts to say, and then stops himself in confusion as the rest of his sentence plays out for him, and he realizes the contradictions there. At least a prostitute would want to suck my cock. But they wouldn't, not the way Ken wants Chikusa to - the way he thought he did. Why doesn't that bother him when it's someone else, though?

"Why don't you want me as much as I want you, four-eyed kappa?!" he finally bursts out with, abruptly angry in his confusion. "Is it 'cause I don't bathe enough?" And, while Ken is lost and angry and floundering, he may finally have - by accident - found the way to communicate what this is really all about, for him. He thinks if he was clean enough, if he was attractive enough, if he was good enough, then Chikusa would want him back the same way - and, if Chikusa doesn't, then there's something deficient in him, not in Chikusa. And the implication in the question, in the half-challenging, half-pleading way he's looking at Chikusa, is that he'd actually consider doing things like bathing more if it would make Chikusa want him. That Chikusa is important enough to him to make his own concessions for.

Then don't leave are the thoughts which flicker through Chikusa's mind, but he doesn't give voice to them. He doesn't give voice to anything, only keeps his gaze stubbornly away. This isn't the kind of conversation he wanted to have today- not after working, and fear wracking through his body at Ken's disappearances, and after the hasty patch up of sex.

He's so tired.

Honestly, he's just waiting for Ken to keep arguing, to run out of steam, and maybe he can figure out how to patch this over at least until he's had some rest. However, that stutter-stop is.... strange, and he glances over to him. Restless, shifting, almost as if Ken could crawl out of his own skin- Chikusa hates this the most. He doesn't know how to handle it, how it can be made better whenever Ken's in a mood like this, because it feels like nothing he can do is good enough for one of the few people who matter-

And then Ken has to go and say something like that.

Chikusa actually jolts back at that, lost confusion actually apparent in his wide eyes and drawn brow. "I want you," stumbles out of his mouth, clumsy as a cough after being punched. Maybe it'd be clumsy anyway. This kind of honesty, emotional and true, isn't something they really exchange that often. Maybe not even since they were young, when Chikusa's emotions could never be completely locked up and he'd break down in tears and gasps. Realizing his own words, he ducks his head, bangs and glasses obstructing the rest of his face. Embarrassment and unfamiliarity are never a good mix.

It feels like his throat is locking up on him, refusing to let any words he could even think of out. An almost physical reaction. He swallows, thickly, as if that can get the blockage out of the way, but it doesn't.

All the things he's done, all the concessions he lets Ken have, the way he doesn't want anyone else to have him- isn't it obvious that he wants Ken back too?

Ken steps in immediately, hands fisting into Chikusa's shirt as he presses his body tightly against his taller partner's, face burying itself against Chikusa's neck again. It's hard to tell if he's trying to reassure himself or Chikusa or both of them, or if he wants to physically hold Chikusa and keep him here.

When he speaks, it's a low mutter. "...do you want me, or do you just not want me to leave?" His lips are moving against Chikusa's skin. "Do you just do stuff with me 'cause you think I'll leave if you don't?"

While his voice refuses to work, the same can't be said about the rest of his body. Ken presses into him, and Chikusa's arms immediately rise up to wrap tight around him with his fingers digging into his back. Just as many reasons are mixed up with each other as Ken's own actions, with the added bonus of trying to buy time. The words still don't come, not for a few minutes.

Eventually, however, he murmurs into Ken's hair. "Both." It's not the most satisfactory answer, he knows, but Chikusa keeps going, words soft and slow. "I.... know I'm not enough.... for you and Mukuro-sama... So if I can do it..."

He does. He needs to.

"...I want to stay with you..."

He doesn't want to be left behind.

Ken's head jerks up at those words, enough that Chikusa's going to have to be careful not to have his chin clipped. "...the hell do you mean, you're not enough?" He's frowning, almost seeming angry - but in a distant way, a removed way, like it's not Chikusa or anything present he's angry at. "You're Kakipi. You're always gonna be with us, byon."

He leans into Chikusa's hold again, letting it ebb the tension back out of him. Mukuro could probably calm him down, if he cared to, but Mukuro's the type to rile Ken up and then watch him go, with the quiet amusement of a man who's wound up a toy and is waiting to see what it does as it winds down. So in truth, Chikusa's the only one who ever really calms him. "I just don't like it when you leave, byon. If you weren't enough, I wouldn't care if you left. Or I'd find somebody else. But you're Kakipi. So you're enough."

Ken's got more reasons than this. He's got more reasons than he has fangs, between his own mouth and all his cartridges put together. But he couldn't begin to articulate most of them, and the ones he could are embarrassing - and besides, he doesn't feel he needs to. To Ken, Kakipi is synonymous with those things. It is an explanation.

Then he not so delicately bangs his knee accusingly against Chikusa's leg. "And you're the one who always leaves, so if you wanna stay then stay, dumbass kappa!"

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)

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