Torture and Tea (Kuroshitsuji fanfic) (Ciel x Sebastian) (Sebaciel)

1. Cats and Costumes

Torture and Tea

Summary:Present Day AU. Sebastian is a BL novelist and Ciel is a new intern at Funtom Publishing. When their paths cross, sparks fly between them: Ciel wants revenge and Sebastian wants more of Ciel.

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Chapter 1:

It was only Ciel Phantomhive's third day at Funtom Publishing and he already wanted to quit his new low level job as an intern. So far all he had done was make countless cups of tea and mugs of instant coffee and wash up the aforementioned crockery. He hadn't even come anywhere close to see anything resembling publishing which was supposed to be the purpose of his internship.

Ciel hit his head on his desk which was situated in between one flamboyantly gay red head named Grell Sutcliffe  and a deceptively young looking blonde man named Finnian that broke everything that he touched- Ciel had already been sent out three times to purchase replacement staplers and hole punches.

"I can't spend the rest of my life doing this," Ciel groaned. "I'm only 19..."

A brisk shout of "Phantomhive!" jolted him out of his self pity.

"I'll go put the kettle on," he said murmured automatically and looked up to see his supervisor Bardroy glaring down at him . "Do you want tea or coffee? I think we are nearly out of teabags, so it will have to be coffee."

"I don't care about that," Bardroy waved his hand dismissively. "I've got a job for you."

The overworked intern sat up a little straighter in his seat. Was he actually going to get to do something that was actually constructive or was he just being asked to get Bardroy another pack of cigarettes? He glanced out of the office window to gauge the weather, it was not enjoyable to be sent out to purchase items in the crippling cold rain.

"I need you to pick up a draft from an author. It's due in today and he hasn't sent it in yet so I want you to go to his flat and pick it up for me."

Grabbing a post it note off the stack on Ciel's desk, he scrawled down an address and passed it to his new intern who was now looking brighter than he had been all morning. This was always the case with the new interns- they perked up at the prospect of actually doing something that didn't involve making drinks or acting as the staff's slaves, but they always returned from Sebastian Michaelis' flat looking like they had been sentenced to a life sentence in Dartmoor Prison and then a few days later they normally left Funtom Publishing, swearing never to do an internship again.

Ciel slipped his coat on, pocketed the note with the address and left the office after waving good bye to his supervisor.

"You're so mean," Grell Sutcliffe purred as he filed his nails. "It's only his third day and you're sending him off on the mandatory test of courage."

"I thought I might try it earlier on this time so he has more energy, he might fare better than all of his predecessors. Besides, he is a special case. Michaelis will have to learn to be careful around him..."

"I still bet £10 that the scrawny brat will come out looking like the rest," Grell said confidently and handed Bardroy the appropriate note. "Finnian?"

"I bet £3 that he will be the same as the others," the blonde clinked around in his pocket to fish out some coins. "I'm low on money this month so that's all I can bet."

"Ah, you bet in favour of the previous intern," Grell said understandingly. "Never bet in the favour of the intern- you will always lose money."

Bardroy slipped the money into his pocket. "You never know, Phantomhive might be the exception to the rule."