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The air inside the Uchiha clan’s temporary charity café smelled of expensive vanilla beans, roasted coffee, and a level of desperation that only a noble family attempting "clan restoration" could project.
Naruto stepped through the door, the bell chiming a cheerful little note that felt entirely too innocent for the psychological warfare he was about to endure. He had been invited by Itachi, who had sent a suspiciously formal invitation via hawk, and Naruto had assumed it would be a standard fundraiser.
He was wrong. He was so incredibly wrong.
"Welcome to the Uchiha Restoration Café, Master!". Naruto froze. His brain stalled, the gears grinding to a screeching halt. Standing before him was Sasuke. But it wasn't the Sasuke who wore navy shirts and a permanent scowl of superiority. This Sasuke was encased in a black and white maid outfit that seemed designed by a committee of people who wanted to ruin Naruto’s sanity.
The dress was absurdly fitted, hugging the lean curves of Sasuke's torso before flaring out into a short, ruffled skirt that barely skimmed the tops of his legs. Puff sleeves clung to his shoulders, and a delicate white lace headpiece sat perched atop those obsidian spikes of hair. The contrast of the crisp white apron against Sasuke’s pale, porcelain skin was almost violent in its effectiveness.
Naruto didn’t speak. He couldn’t. He just stared, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes helplessly tracing the line where the skirt ended and smooth, pale skin began.
"Stop staring at me, you complete idiot" Sasuke snapped.
His voice was the same: sharp, arrogant, irritating. But the effect was ruined by the fact that he was wearing a frilly headband. A deep, rosy flush had climbed from the collar of the dress up to the tips of his ears.
"You're... you're a maid," Naruto finally managed, his voice an octave higher than usual.
"It's for the fund," Sasuke hissed, leaning in close. The scent of sandalwood and something sweet, maybe the cake on the trays, hit Naruto like a physical blow. "If you say one word about this to anyone outside this building, I will kill you in your sleep. I'll make it look like an accident." Sasuke said in a threatening tone.
"Oh, Sasuke! Don't be so grumpy with our guest!"
Mikoto Uchiha drifted toward them, looking radiant in a longer, more traditional and elegant maid’s gown. She beamed at Naruto, her eyes twinkling with a mischief that suggested she knew exactly what was happening to the blond's blood pressure.
"Naruto-kun, it's so wonderful of you to join us!" Mikoto chirped, placing a gentle hand on Sasuke’s shoulder and pushing him forward. “Since you two are such close friends, I insist on Sasuke being the one to serve you. It 's only fair!"
“Mother, no,” Sasuke groaned, his shoulders slouching. “Give him to someone else. Give him to one of the girls who look like they can handle a headache.”
"Now, now, Sasuke. Be a good boy," Mikoto teased, her voice sugary. "Now, take Naruto-kun to a table. Be attentive!"
Naruto felt like he was floating and drowning simultaneously. As Sasuke turned to lead him further into the café, Naruto’s gaze dropped. The way the fabric of the skirt swayed with every step, revealing glimpses of those toned legs, was a form of torture. He found himself obsessing over the details: the way the lace of the apron pinched Sasuke’s waist, the softness of the skin on the back of his neck, the slight pout of his lips…
He looks so pretty.. Naruto thought, the realization hitting him like a landslide.
They reached a small table near the window. Sasuke practically shoved the menu into Naruto’s hands and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. The movement pushed his breasts, or rather, the flat plane of his chest, against the fabric, making the outfit tighten.
“Order something and shut up,” Sasuke muttered, though the blush clinging to his cheeks refused to fade. Naruto nearly choked on his own grin.
Oh, this was gold.
“I don’t know, Sasuke,” he teased, leaning back in his chair like he hadn’t just been internally short-circuiting five seconds ago. “I think I’m gonna need a lot of help with the menu.” He tapped the laminated page thoughtfully before peeking up through his lashes. “Maybe you could read it to me? In a cute voice?”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed into murderous little slits. “I will pour boiling tea directly into your lap.”. Naruto snorted.
From the kitchen hatch, a familiar, maddeningly calm voice drifted over.
“Be patient, Sasuke. Customer satisfaction is the cornerstone of the Uchiha brand.”
Naruto twisted around in his seat to see Itachi who was leaning against the counter in casual clothes and a black apron. One hand held a spatula, the other rested lazily against the counter like he wasn’t witnessing his younger brother’s public humiliation in real time.
He looked delighted.
“Itachi!” Naruto shouted, scandalized. “Why didn’t you tell me this was a maid café?!”
Itachi’s eyes curved into soft crescents. "I thought the surprise would add to the experience" His gaze flicked knowingly toward Naruto’s face. “Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself. You’re the color of a ripe tomato.”
“Shut up, Itachi!” Sasuke barked, whirling toward the kitchen so fast Naruto thought he might actually vault over the counter.
Completely unbothered, Itachi hummed thoughtfully. “Now, now. Remember the training, Sasuke. Softness. Grace.” He tapped the spatula against his palm.
Naruto made a sound somewhere between a cough and a dying seal.
Sasuke looked moments away from committing fratricide.
He turned back toward Naruto with the expression of a man being personally betrayed by the universe itself, equal parts fury and catastrophic embarrassment.
“I’m getting your tea.” Sasuke said through gritted teeth. “Don’t move.”
Naruto grinned despite the very real possibility of being murdered before dessert.
“Yes, ma’am” he said automatically.
Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks.
Slowly, dangerously, he turned his head.
“What did you just say?”
Naruto immediately held up his hands. “Nothing.”
Sasuke stared at him for one long, murderous second before rolling his eyes so hard it looked physically painful. Then he disappeared back into the kitchen.
As Sasuke walked away, Naruto slumped in his seat, exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He tried to focus on the menu, but his mind was a chaotic loop of Sasuke’s bare skin and the way the lace fluttered. He found himself wondering what that skin would feel like under his palms. He had a sudden, intrusive urge to reach out and grip those thighs, to leave red marks on that beautiful skin just to prove he could. He imagined pulling Sasuke’s head back, exposing that elegant throat, and kissing him until they both forgot where they were.
Get a grip, Naruto! he screamed at himself. He's your rival! He's a jerk! He's... currently wearing a frilly apron!
While he waited, the atmosphere of the café shifted. A group of boys at the neighboring table began whispering, their eyes locked on Sasuke as he navigated the floor with trays of tea.
"God, look at him" one of the boys whispered, loud enough for Naruto to hear. "I've never seen a guy look that good in a dress. Look at those legs."
"Right?" the other replied, his voice thick with longing. “I’d pay anything to get him all to myself for an hour. I wonder if he's actually available for... personal requests.". They laughed
Naruto’s vision tunneled. A hot, prickling sensation surged from his chest to his throat. The playful teasing was gone, replaced by a sudden, territorial roar in his blood. He gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood groaned.
What did they just say? Personal requests? Available?..
The thought of those guys looking at Sasuke, really looking at him, imagining him in their beds, made Naruto want to flip the table and punch them both through the front window. A fierce, possessive heat flared in his gut. Sasuke was his rival. His best friend. His... everything. Nobody else got to look at him like that. No one else got to want him.
Sasuke returned, balancing a tray with a cup of tea and a slice of strawberry shortcake. He set them down with a sharp clink.
"Here. Drink it before it gets cold," Sasuke said, though his tone had softened slightly. He noticed Naruto’s expression; the darkened eyes, the tight jaw. "What's with that face? You look like you're about to fight a war."
Naruto didn't answer immediately. He looked at the menu again, his eyes landing on a gold-embossed section at the bottom.
Special Exclusive Service: Premium Experience.
Looking for a more personal touch to your visit? Indulge in our most luxurious and highly requested experience.
Enjoy a private one-on-one session with the maid of your choice, or elevate your experience by requesting multiple maids for an even more unforgettable evening. Our exclusive lounge rooms offer personalized attention, private conversation, personal feeding service, priority treatment, and uninterrupted companionship tailored entirely to your comfort.
Whether you wish to relax, be pampered, or simply spend quality time with your favorite maid, our Premium Experience guarantees a memory you won’t soon forget.
✧ Available for single or group maid reservations
✧ DOES NOT INCLUDE DESSERT
✧ Extended session time available upon request
✧ Maid availability may vary depending on reservations
✧ Additional donations are always appreciated by the Uchiha Restoration Fund
Price: Variable / Donation-Based
Warning: Emotional attachment to staff members is not the responsibility of the establishment.
Naruto looked up at Sasuke, then glanced at the two boys who were still staring. He felt a surge of impulsive jealousy that drowned out all reason.
"I want the Special Exclusive Service" Naruto declared, his voice loud and commanding.
Sasuke blinked, his expression blank. "What?"
"The Special one," Naruto repeated, pointing to the menu. "And I want you..to serve me. Only you.."
Sasuke’s face went from pale to crimson in a fraction of a second. "Are you insane? I'm not doing that! That's for... for people who actually have money and aren't complete morons!"
"I have money!" Naruto lied. He had exactly enough for a few bowls of ramen and some rent, but in this moment, he would have sold his soul to the Nine-Tails for a private room with Sasuke in a dress.
"Now, Sasuke," Mikoto’s voice appeared behind them. She had been eavesdropping with a smile that could light up a city. "The donor has made a request. As a representative of the Uchiha clan, you must provide the best service possible. It's for the restoration of our home!"
"Mother, this is harassment!" Sasuke protested.
"It's charity, dear," she replied sweetly. "Now, lead Naruto-kun to the private lounge."
Sasuke looked like he wanted to dissolve into a puddle of shame. He glared at Naruto, a look of pure venom that Naruto found inexplicably erotic.
“Fine,” Sasuke hissed. He grabbed Naruto by the sleeve hard enough to wrinkle the fabric. “But if you try anything,” he said in a dangerously low voice, “I’m putting a Chidori straight through your groin.”
Naruto, horrifyingly enough, felt his heartbeat speed up.
The private lounge was a small, dim room with plush velvet curtains and a large, comfortable armchair. It felt intimate, separated from the chaos of the café by a thick wall that muffled the sounds of the crowd. The lighting was warm and amber, casting soft shadows across the room.
"Sit." Sasuke commanded, gesturing to the armchair.
Naruto sat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He watched as Sasuke hesitated, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his apron. The silence in the room was heavy, charged with a tension that felt like a physical weight.
"The... the rules of the service," Sasuke murmured, his voice barely a whisper, "say the maid has to... sit with the customer."
Slowly, with agonizing deliberation, Sasuke stepped forward. He turned and lowered himself, sliding onto Naruto’s lap.
Naruto nearly stopped breathing.
The feeling of Sasuke in his lap was overwhelming. The thin fabric of the maid dress offered almost no barrier between them, leaving Naruto painfully aware of every point of contact. Warm legs pressed against his own as Sasuke settled against him, the curve of his hips fitting far too perfectly in Naruto’s lap.
Oh god, Naruto thought, his mind racing. He’s actually sitting on my lap. This is real. He’s warm and way too close, and he smells unfairly good.
As the minutes passed, Naruto’s internal monologue shifted from panic to a deep, pulsing desire. He became hyper-aware of the way Sasuke’s lower back arched slightly, the way his small waist seemed perfectly designed for Naruto’s hands to wrap around. He looked up at Sasuke’s profile; the long lashes, the flushed cheeks, the trembling of his lower lip.
And then the real torture began.
Sasuke reached for the plate of strawberry shortcake on the side table, bringing a small silver spoon filled with cream and cake toward Naruto’s mouth.
"Say... 'ahh,'" Sasuke whispered.
The voice was soft, hesitant, and utterly devastating. Sasuke’s face was a deep shade of scarlet, his eyes avoiding Naruto’s gaze. He looked vulnerable, stripped of his usual armor of arrogance, and the sight drove Naruto wild.
Naruto opened his mouth, but he didn't just take the cake. He let his lips brush against the cool metal of the spoon, his eyes locked on Sasuke’s mouth. He could see the slight moisture on Sasuke’s lips, the way they parted slightly as he breathed.
I want to kiss him, Naruto thought, the desire now a roar in his ears. I want to pull him closer and taste that cake on his tongue. I want to bite that lip until he moans my name.
As Sasuke fed him another bite, the physical closeness became unbearable. Naruto could feel his own body reacting; a hard, insistent erection was beginning to press against the fabric of his pants, right where Sasuke’s thigh rested. He prayed to every deity in the elemental nations that Sasuke wouldn't notice.
Sasuke, however, seemed to be fighting his own battle. His breathing had become shallow, and he was shifting slightly on Naruto’s lap, an unconscious movement that only served to grind him more firmly against Naruto’s growing hardness.
"Is it... is it good?" Sasuke asked softly, his voice trembling.
"Yeah" Naruto rasped, his voice thick. "It's amazing."
Sasuke turned slightly, reaching across the table to cut another piece of the cake. The movement caused his dress to ride up even further, exposing the creamy skin of his upper thighs and the hint of a black lace garter. As he leaned forward, his waist arched, and the fabric of the dress tightened across his backside.
Something in Naruto snapped. The jealousy from earlier, the hours of pining, the sheer absurdity of the situation, and the overwhelming scent of Sasuke all collided into one singular, driving need.
He didn't think. He just acted.
Naruto’s hands shot out, gripping Sasuke’s waist with a strength that made the Uchiha gasp. In one fluid motion, Naruto pulled him back, slamming him against his chest and then pushing him forward, pinning him face-down across the low table.
"Naruto! What the-!" Naruto didn't let him finish.
He pressed himself firmly against Sasuke’s backside, rubbing his erection against the round, soft curve of Sasuke’s butt through the layers of the dress.
Sasuke let out a sharp, strangled moan, his hands clutching the edge of the table. The sound was like gasoline on a fire.
"I can't hold back anymore, Sasuke," Naruto groaned, his voice low and dangerous. "I've been losing my mind for the last hour."
"You... you idiot... we're in a café!" Sasuke gasped, but he didn't fight. In fact, he arched his back, pressing himself back into Naruto’s heat.
Naruto’s hands moved with a frantic urgency. He reached down, lifting the flared skirt of the maid outfit, the fabric bunching up around Sasuke’s waist. He didn't stop there; he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sasuke’s underwear and pulled them down in one swift motion, exposing the breathtaking sight of Sasuke’s perfect buttocks, and his tight, puckered hole.
The sight was almost too much. Naruto let out a low growl, sliding his erection between Sasuke’s thighs. He began to grind against him, the friction of skin on skin sending electric shocks through his spine.
"Nnn... Naruto..." Sasuke moaned, his face pressed against the tabletop, his voice muffled but filled with a desperate longing.
Naruto’s possessiveness flared. He thought of those boys in the café, the way they had looked at Sasuke, and he felt a primal need to mark him, to claim him so thoroughly that the entire world would know who he belonged to.
He turned Sasuke over, lifting him so he was lying face-up on the table. He spread Sasuke’s legs wide, lifting them high toward his chest. Sasuke let out a sharp moan of pain and pleasure from the stretch, his eyes wide and hazy with desire. His legs trembled, skin flushing a deep rose where Naruto's calloused fingers gripped the creases of his hips.
A single bead of pre-cum leaked from Naruto's cock. He reached down, rubbing the salty moisture over Sasuke's entrance, the friction creating a wet, sliding sound. Sasuke arched his back, his head tossing from side to side.
Naruto didn't waste another second. He positioned himself at Sasuke’s entrance and pushed inside with a slow, steady pressure.
The first inch was a struggle. Sasuke's muscles clamped tight, fighting the intrusion even as his hips tilted upward to invite it. A wet, squelching sound filled the air as the head of Naruto's cock forced its way past the sphincter. Sasuke’s eyes flew open, and he immediately bit down on his own fist to stifle a scream. His body shuddered, his toes curling as he took the full length of Naruto.
"Look at me." Naruto commanded, his voice raw.
Sasuke looked, his obsidian eyes swimming with tears and lust. Naruto began to move, slow at first, savoring the tight, hot grip of Sasuke’s body. With one hand, he stroked Sasuke’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the flushed skin. With the other, he gripped Sasuke’s hip, his fingers digging in, leaving marks that would surely last for days.
As the pace quickened, Naruto’s mind drifted back to the outfit. He reached up and pulled down the top of the maid dress, exposing Sasuke’s shoulders and collarbones. The movement was sudden, and the fabric slipped further, revealing one small, pink nipple.
Naruto froze for a second, staring at the sight. Sasuke looked completely wrecked; his hair accessory was askew, his chest was heaving, his legs were draped over Naruto’s shoulders, and he was trembling under the force of Naruto’s thrusts.
Mine. Naruto thought. All mine.
The thought fueled him. He began to pound into Sasuke mercilessly, the sound of their bodies colliding; a wet, rhythmic slapping filling the small room. Sasuke was begging now, his voice a broken whisper.
"Slow... please, Naruto... it's too much..."
But Naruto couldn't stop. He was consumed by a hunger that had been building for years.
He leaned down, biting into the sensitive skin of Sasuke’s neck, leaving a deep, purple mark. He moved to the collarbones, the shoulders, the insides of the thighs, marking every inch of soft skin as his own.
Then, he saw the strawberry cream still lingering on the table from the cake. A wicked idea took hold. Naruto reached out, scooped up a dollop of the thick, white cream, and smeared it across Sasuke’s nipple.
Sasuke let out a loud, piercing moan. "No! Naruto, don't—!"
Naruto ignored him, leaning down to suck the cream off the nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. He bit down gently, and Sasuke’s back arched off the table, his hands clutching Naruto’s hair, pulling him closer. Naruto did the same to the other nipple, his mouth hot and demanding, until Sasuke was sobbing, his entire body vibrating with pleasure.
The tension reached a breaking point. Naruto felt the surge building in his gut, the inevitable explosion. He drove himself deep one last time, pinning Sasuke’s wrists to the table, and came with a guttural roar, filling Sasuke with everything he had.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their synchronized, heavy breathing. Naruto didn't pull away immediately. He leaned down and captured Sasuke’s lips in a passionate, messy kiss, exchanging saliva and breath. When he finally withdrew, he looked down at Sasuke’s legs. Cum was oozing out of the well-used hole, dripping onto the velvet of the table.
A sudden, possessive instinct hit him. Naruto reached down, using his fingers to push some of the fluid back inside, a symbolic gesture of keeping his mark within.
"You're mine." Naruto whispered, his voice possessive and sweet. "Do you understand? Only mine."
Sasuke, exhausted and trembling, could only nod. He looked completely undone, his eyes glazed and his lips swollen.
Naruto softened. He carefully helped Sasuke sit up, pulling him into his lap and wrapping his arms around him. He let Sasuke bury his face in his chest, the maid outfit now torn and ruined. Naruto kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, whispering declarations of love that he had been too afraid to say for years.
“I love you, Sasuke,” Naruto whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. “I really, really love you.”
For a long moment, Sasuke said nothing.
Then he shifted against him, exhausted and warm, hiding part of his face against Naruto’s shoulder.
“I hate you,” he muttered weakly. “You’re loud, reckless, and unbelievably stupid.”
Naruto grinned helplessly.
Yeah. That sounded close enough to I love you too.
The room fell quiet after that, filled only with the soft and the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. Reality slowly began creeping back in, and Naruto, finally remembering he was supposed to pay for the well used cake, reached into his pocket for his wallet. He paused.
Empty.
Completely empty.
Naruto felt his soul leave his body.
He had spent every single ryo he owned on the "donations" to get into the private room and ensure no one else could book Sasuke. He was officially broke.
He was catastrophically broke.
“…Hey, Sasuke?”
“Hn?”
Naruto looked down at his empty wallet, then at the extremely expensive Uchiha currently sitting in his lap.
“Do you think your mom would let me work here to pay off my debt?”
Sasuke snorted softly, the sound rare enough to make Naruto’s chest ache.
Then, still red-faced, he rested his head more comfortably against Naruto’s shoulder.
“I think you’d look good in a dress, Naruto.”
Naruto gasped in horror.
"Shut up!”
Sasuke’s quiet laughter followed him all the way home.