Title: Cafe for Charity
Rating: R or PG-13
Pairing: FujiRyo
There was cruelty and there was stupidity. He voted for the later choice. He was very stupid for deciding to agree to whatever Fuji said. But instead of being wary about what his boyfriend plotted, he was tricked, like usual. He hated losing, but what he hated more then anything was losing to Fuji without proper compensation. Ryoma was not please, he was indeed very not please and when wonder boy was unhappy. Everyone around him somehow felt it.

Especially when he acted snarky let alone bitchy. Yet he couldn't protest as he waltz around in a waitress costume with a matching pink hat and a frilly apron. He recieve many comments, even some proposition, and boy was he ready to explode. Especially when the perverted men groped his ass.

Fuji of course was enjoying this-his smile was even wider then before. As everything a new customer came in they would grope him the tensai would go up to the man and tell them hands off the merchandize. Since when did he become a freaking merchandize? It was utterly stupid. The men of course getting the picture stopped, though Ryoma's mood did not improve. This was all for charity his boyfriend professed, even though he was dressed in a regular male waitor costume. Curse him, and double stuff his broom stick, if there was one near the tensai.

Fuji was utterly a jerk! Ryoma plotted the untimely death of his boyfriend with each second, it had been five hours of catering drinks to other goodies, it was unfortunate that the girls thought he was adorable and requested whether or not he could be purchased. Even though he didn't hit girls by this time he was considering revising that opinion.

He wasn't a damn plushy for them to purchase on whims. He was a living human with actual parents, and a sadistic boyfriend, which might end up as a corpse by the end of the day. During his break he headed back to the kitchen tired stretching his body feeling the aches, normally he would rather play tennis any day compare to this hard manual labor.

Walking by a door he yelped when he was suddenly pulled into the closet. A light switch flickered on letting his eyes adjust quickly he notice his boyfriend holding him tight against his chest. "Your utterly adorable you know that." The normally close eyes were open staring at him with fierce intensity.

"I don't care I just want to go home!" Ryoma bite out, his mood was deteriorating quickly, "I also want out of this damn outfit." Cutting no corners he got straight to the point.

A chuckle was his response irritating him further. "Syuusuke-I am going to leave now." Struggling against the taller boy wanting to be released.

"But I like you this way-your cute and your mine." Fuji whispered gently, "Besides I ask the owners they told me they will let us keep the costume-for fun."

"You call this fun?" Ryoma fumed, "I don't like this uniform."

"I am certain it will grow on you." Fuji was by this time caressing Ryoma letting the other boy feel his arousal. Let alone his passion for such a cosplay, "You will like it later on too."

"Iyada-no don't..." But then it was too late-by the time Ryoma walked out of the closet, his clothes were rumpled, and his face was red. Fuji was smiling happily and his face as well was flushed.

The tensai spun Ryoma around and tugged his bows into place and smooth back his tie as he stuffed something that resembles panties into his pocket. To embarrassed Ryoma wordlessly went back to work, and Fuji a few paces behind went back to serving, while keeping a cute eye on his koi.

By the end of the day Ryoma and Fuji went to Fuji's home, his mother and sister were gone. Ryoma was spending the night over at Fuji's home. When they got their the tensai tugged off his tie and waltzed closer to the shorter boy. "Now-about that dessert."