Torture and Tea:

Chapter 4:

Armed with various accessories and verbal warning from the staff at Funtom Publishing, Ciel rang the doorbell to Sebastian Michaelis' flat with more confidence than if he had arrived empty handed and ignorant of what the pervert could do.

For example Grell had warned him that the author might open the door wearing nothing but a towel with slicked back wet hair, claiming that he had just got out the shower. Then the chances of the towel 'accidently' slipping down were very likely.

If that happened in real life Ciel decided just to kick him in the balls, throw the manuscript at him and then leave.

As he was debating his decision, the door was opened and Ciel saw, thankfully that the author was wearing more than a towel. Unlike last time he was dressed casually in a pair of dark blue jeans and a red fitted t shirt. The t shirt was tight and showed off the author's toned body.

"Good morning, Ciel," Sebastian greeted with a friendly smile and emphasis on 'Ciel'. "Come on in."

Ciel flinched at the sound of his name come from the pervert's mouth. Damn, that man knew his name, he cursed in his head as he entered the flat. He followed the author into his study and dumped the manuscript unceremoniously on the desk with a thump before sitting himself down on the sofa.

"Here is your manuscript, correct your mistakes, then hand it back to me," he said noncommittally and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Sebastian frowned. So far his attempts at getting a reaction out of the intern had not been fruitful. Every person that had seem him in his favourite t shirt had not been able to keep their eyes off him. He had been planning to use the "I just got out of the shower" trick, but his common sense and experience had told him that wasn't the way to go if he wanted to seduce Ciel Phantomhive. It had to be subtle and unintimidating.

"I'll got make some tea before I start," the author said and left the room. Tea was always a good start in making acquaintance with someone.

As soon as the author had vacated the room Ciel crept over to his desk and swiped the pervert's fountain pen and replaced it with Mey-Rin's ballpoint pen. He also took all the other pens he could find in the desk drawers and placed them in his backpack. When he had finished he sat back down and texted Tanaka to enquire about the status of removing all the other occupants from Sebastian's block of flats. Tanaka's reply came a few moments later:

All will have moved out by the end of this week

Ciel smiled to himself. The next step would be to contact his best friend Alois Trancy as he knew the blonde had been looking for some new accommodation and would jump at the chance of free rent. This was one part of his revenge plan.

As he was in the middle of typing Sebastian entered carrying a tray with a silver wrought teapot, two rose patterned teacups, a white milk jug and a sugar pot. He placed the tray delicately on top of the coffee table in front of Ciel and began pouring the tea into the fine bone chine teacups.

"No teabags for you then," Ciel commented wryly he noted the care that Sebastian was taking with the tea.

"Of course not, I'm very fussy about my tea- yours was only just passable," Sebastian replied as he poured in the milk. "You can add your own sugar."

The intern breathed in the scent of the tea. "Is it... Darjeeling?"

The skills of a rich young master reveal themselves, Sebastian sardonically thought to himself, then he focused on what he was supposed to be doing. It was time for Phase 2 of his Seduce Ciel Phantomhive plan.

Carefully, he passed a filled teacup to Ciel. As he did so his hand 'accidently' slipped, spilling the tea over Ciel's trousers. The boy didn't yelp from the heat of the hot tea or even jump in shock, he just gave Sebastian a sharp look.

Unfazed by the lack of reaction, Sebastian continued on. "Oh dear, it seems as if you are going to have to change. I think I have a suitable change of clothes for you somewhere." He straightened up and turned to leave the room to retrieve the cat costume from the previous day.

"You don't need to go that far," Ciel's voice said from behind him and a rustling sound indicated that he had got up from the sofa. "I will just take my trousers off."

Unable to believe his ears (and luck) Sebastian turned around to see Ciel Phantomhive pull down his tea stained trousers to reveal that he was wearing a pair of skinny jeans underneath.

For the second time that morning Sebastian frowned. It seemed as if some of his actions had been anticipated. He would have to try another approach, but for now he would continue with the tea which had actually been a two prong attack and the second part would take effect when the intern actually drank the tea.

The tea expert poured out another cup of tea to replace the spilled one.

One of Ciel's eyebrows twitched at the action. Did the pervert really think that he was stupid enough to let his guard down and drink something that he had prepared? Bardroy had warned him and Ciel knew he would not have let his guard down anyway.

"You don't have to worry about pouring another cup- I've got my own tea," Ciel said and brought out a flask from his backpack along with a box which he opened to reveal a tea cup and saucer decorated with the Phantomhive family crest. "My butler made it for me." He smirked, knowing that he had Bardroy to thank for this.

Sebastian glared. His actions had been foreseen again. He would have to try something else. In the meantime he would have to work on his manuscript so that Bardroy wouldn't complain that he was deliberately not working in order to keep Ciel at his flat for longer.

Despondently, he sat down at his desk, pulled the manuscript closer and picked up the pen that was lying next to it, expecting it to be his usual fountain pen. Noting that it was feeling more like plastic than metal, he looked at it closely and realised that it was a plastic ball point pen. He rifled through his desk drawers to find his spare fountain pens, but he couldn't find any.

Damn. He couldn't 'accidently' spill anything on it so the ink would run. Someone must have warned Ciel about that. No son of an Earl used inexpensive ballpoint pens.

Ciel Phantomhive was clearly going to be hard to seduce.

He shot a look at the boy who was sitting comfortably on his sofa texting in his skinny jeans, looking like a stereotypical teenager. Sebastian sighed and resigned himself to rewriting his draft.

Ciel picked up his text from where he had left it and sent it to Alois. The text had asked Alois how bad his student accommodation currently was. Alois Trancy had been a student at the college he had attended and had eventually become his best and only friend. However Alois was now a student at London College of Fashion and was enjoying his student life to the full, apart from the shared accommodation, whereas Ciel had been forced into doing a year's internship by his father.

Alois' reply came a few moments later which was the usual tirade about how his flat mates didn't appreciate person cleanliness and the number of pubic hairs he had found blocking the shower drain that morning. This was something that Ciel could understand as he had never done any actual cleaning or manual labour until his internship at Funtom Publishing which required cleaning toilets as well as making tea. Ciel crafted out what he hoped was a persuading reply that would hopefully end up with Alois moving into one of the flats in the building.

I've been looking for some prospective places for you with low rent that are in your price range and I think that I've found the perfect place for you. The rent is almost nothing and it isn't shared!

Alois' reply came back almost instantly.

I'll take it. But, is there some kind of catch?

Ciel wondered how he should phrase that there would be a pervert BL novelist with a penchant for young boys living in the flat above him so he simply settled for not mentioning it.

It's very spacious so there will be enough space for you to work on your degree and your creepy doujinshi. I will send you the details later and you should be able to move in at the end of this week.

Thanks Ciel, you're awesome and I am missing you a lot.

If you move in to this flat, you will be able to see me a lot more...

:D

Ciel smiled as he placed his phone back into his pocket. Getting Alois to move in was only part of his plan. Having his best friend living on the floor below would be a comforting thought when he was trapped in the author's flat- he was sure that Sebastian would find plenty of excuses to get him to keep coming to his flat.

With that thought in mind, he glanced over at the author to see that the man was frantically scribbling away with his new ballpoint pen. He wondered why Sebastian chose to write BL as opposed to something more... normal. A traumatising childhood? A personal preference? Or just boredom?

He resolved to ask his mother at some point since she was apparently a fan of Sebastian Michaelis, if he was actually a good writer.

Sebastian felt Ciel's gaze on him and stopped writing once he had reached the end of a paragraph, to turn around and look at the intern.

"Admiring my physique, Ciel?"

That elicited a snort from the boy. "I've seen better," he said without thinking properly.

"So you have been checking me out," Sebastian retorted with a smirk and waited to observe Ciel's reaction.

Ciel flushed and scowled, looking exactly like a spoiled ten year old boy. Sebastian turned back round to concentrate on his manuscript so he didn't annoy Ciel too much.

However it was one victory to him- he had made Ciel Phantomhive blush, but that was nothing compared to what he was going to seduce the intern into doing.

This was only the beginning.