Assamica Sinensis

Description: The Tea Attic employees are as devoted to their work as they are to their master. Everyone knows that to make the best cup of tea, you need science, art, and a touch of magic. AU/AR, BDSM, Minor, Anal, D/s, Moresome? MPreg? Yaoi.

Chapter Warnings: PG/PG-13ish? Haha Some mild language in this chapter! I think that’s about it. Enjoy though! And Please R&R! I love reviewers : ) OH and some of the codes are just precautions ^^ ahaha

~*~*Assamica Sinensis*~*~

Chamomile, Darjeeling, rose, Earl Grey, Lady Grey, mint, and orange spice are all typical flavors of tea found in most typical teahouses or cafés. There are of course those who serve tea with milk and tapioca balls, or perhaps tea infusions of various other flavors such as vanilla or cookies and cream. The world of tea has indeed changed. From being a witch’s brew to a doctor’s remedy, all the way to a major trading good that helped changed the course of history. Drunk by peasants, gypsies, philosophers, aristocrats, and royalty, this beverage is very much in its own class.

There is a book of all things related to the art and science of tea making. This book, called the “Assamica Sinensis” is a wondrous compilation of all things relating to the tea making process. Only diehard tea fanatics even know of its legend. Supposedly, the book appeared sometime in the mid 15th century. Whether or not it was in West or East that the book originated, it cannot be certain. In it were only a few crude formulas and fermentation plans at the start. But as the years went on the pages of the book grew and with it grew the craze for this most unique drink. Supposedly this “Assamica Sinensis” is now over 100,000 pages long. A regular encyclopedia of all things relating to tea.

Who all has been in possession of the book is unclear, but each new ingredient and formula tells the tale of one tea aficionado after another. There is no sure way of telling which of the holders were famous or successful, but as the legend goes, the owner of this holy grail of tea is said to have unquestionable success. A few people even claim that the book gives the owner such power as control over everything that comes in contact with the different brews the owner makes using the book.

Whatever you believe, the fact of the matter is that, magic, science, and art are all needed when making the perfect cup of tea.

*~*~*~*~*Chapter I: Step Away from that Damn Cup!*~*~*~*~

“Stephanie, please, please, please! J-just put the c-cup down…”

“Damn it Steph! Put it down!”

“Yes! Please Miss Stephanie, would you give us our cup back?”

The three café workers were on pins and needles praying that the insufferable woman would just place their newest creation back down on the table and walk away. A tall boy of 6’1” with messy black hair and oversized glasses covering crystal blue eyes, was on the verge of hyperventilating. His normal pale complexion had gone ghostly white now as the only successful cup of the day was about to find itself a new home in the stomach of the shop’s nemesis: Stephanie Clearwater.

Another boy, who was about 5’7”, stood ready to hit the lady in question with a very menacing looking rolling pin. His shaggy hair, which was a rich chocolate color, was kept out of his eyes by a red and black bandana. He had fierce green eyes and a very tan complexion.

The third and final café worker was the smallest of the three, and he looked like he was about to cry. He was only about 5’2” and had light blonde hair. His grey eyes were watery and his normal peachy tone was very flush at the moment.

All three boys could be considered attractive. Each were very lithe- with the exception of the brunette who was a bit more built than his two co-workers- and contained beauty not typical of most guys. But at the moment, with varying expressions of aggression or fear, it was hard to tell this.

The woman in question gave the three boys a pout. “Aw but guys! I really want to try it! It smells sooo good!”

“God damn it Stephanie! Put the fucking cup down or I swear I’ll slug ya!” The brunette yelled out, waving his rolling pin. The small blonde stepped to the side, narrowly missing the blunt object’s wrath.

“Oh Tye-Tye! Come on now, you would never hit me!” Stephanie batted her eyes at the fuming brunette.

“Miss Stephanie, please don’t do this today! We really need that cup back.” Pleaded the blonde, knowing full well that Tyler would actually hit Stephanie.

“You too Sean?! Gosh, where can a girl go to have fun if not at her favorite café?” Stephanie sighed and eased the cup down from her face, but kept a very mischievous grin on her lips. She was very attractive, and she knew this. 5’7”, long wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, skin the color of cream, and the perfect hour glass figure made Stephanie a knock out. In fact, she knew she was practically the most wanted girl in the city. Unfortunately for her, the man she wanted couldn’t be more disenchanted with her even if it was her or the plague. Of course that man would be the owner of the very café she chose to haunt. But it was as if this damn café employed the only men in the city that did not find her attractive. None of the three boys ever indulged her flirting and all of them refused to help her seduce their employer. This, however, didn’t stop her from trying to get what she wanted.

“Very well, you three know what it will cost you to get this cup back. Come on Tye-Tye don’t look so furious!” Stephanie giggled. “And Seany baby, don’t look so pitiful! I’ll give the cup back. Promise!” But Sean was already leaking tears. “Both of you need to look out for your friend Micah here… He looks as if he’s about to faint!” Stephanie giggled while pointing at the tall boy.

Sean gasped and moved over to his fiend’s side where he dutifully grasped the older boy’s hand. “It’s okay Micah, just breath!” He whispered. Micah nodded his head but he was already seeing black spots in his vision. Micah- whose full name was actually Michael- quickly removed his glasses so as to remove as much strain as possible and hopefully postpone the impending faint.

“Steph we are not helping you! Get that through your fucking head!!!” Growled Tyler. He was ready to strike, and if he was sure Micah’s creation wasn’t going to be caught in the crossfire he would. But if that cup fell and its precious liquid lost, Micah may just die then and there.

“Goodness Tyler! What if customers heard you talk to me that way… It’s certainly not good for business.” She pointed out while moving to take a sip of the drink. This small action elicited three loud cries of protest. This reaction only made her smile more.

“Oh come now gentlemen… All I ask is this tiny little favor, and you get your cup of tea back! No strings, no nothing. All I need is a few minutes alone with your boss. That’s it! It will only take one meeting between us, for him to fall for me and then this silly game will stop.” Stephanie could almost see her triumph.

It was at those words that seemed to snap something inside Michael. He quickly regained his composure, if not a cooler one than usual, and stepped away from Sean. He put his glasses back on, where they rested on a much more normal pale face. There was after all, only one thing he treasured more than his tea.

“Miss Clearwater, you may enjoy that cup of tea, compliments of the house. Rest assured, even though it is one of a kind and took several days to perfect, it should be no problem for me to recreate.” Micah was rather pleased with himself for not losing it at the thought of all the time he had spent on it, but he would not budge of this issue. Stephanie’s eyes widened for a moment at Micah’s words and then they narrowed.

“I wouldn’t tempt me Micah. Either I drink this, or you get me some alone time with Atticus!”

“Very well, enjoy your cup of tea.” Micah sighed sadly, and moved to return to the back kitchen. Tyler smirked ready to strike the evil woman since it appeared that Michael’s tea was no longer a worthy hostage, but Sean stepped in to stop.

“Oh come on Tyler, lets just get back to work. We open in 30 minutes and you still have to finish baking!” Tyler wanted nothing more than to beat that woman back from whence she came, but Sean was right.

“Oh damn… I got those freaking croissants to finish!” With that Tyler ran off to the back kitchen as well.

“Well, I guess we’ll see you later then Miss Stephanie.” Sean whispered softly and then shuffled behind the counter to finish some paper work and minor straightening up.

Stephanie was just…not happy! They always did this to her and some how she never saw it coming!! She tried threatening to drop and entire bag of imported flour, and it seemed for a moment Tyler was about to concede when all of a sudden he tore the bag himself!! And then she had tried to force Sean by threatening to hold up the tea line during rush hour. Unfortunately for her it was the crowd that beat her down, not the boys.

Angrily she slammed the cup down, cracking it a bit. She picked up her oversized purse and left the café slamming the door behind her. Not a moment later, the sound of screeching tires could be heard, signaling her permanent departure.

“Micah come quick! Stephanie didn’t drink it!!” Micah could have possibly made a world record with the speed he reached in order to not only beat Sean to the cup, but do so from the second floor above the kitchen in the back.

Before Sean could stumble from behind the counter and see what the diagnosis was, a painful cry emitted from Micah.

“I-is it gone? I swear I didn’t see her drink it Micah!” Sean defended himself.

“No…she didn’t drink it. But she cracked the cup, and now it’s all over the table.” Micah softly explained. He carefully picked up the cup and handed it to Sean, who then shuffled over to the nearest trashcan and threw the cup away.

Micah hastily ran up the stairs that were located off to the side of the front counter. He came back moments later with a white handkerchief and placed it over the spilled tea. Micah let the brown liquid be absorbed by the delicate white cloth for a few moments and then quickly lifted it off and sniffed.

“Hm… this may do. It will take some time, but..ugh, well, I guess if I use that temperature. No, no… maybe take some of that.” And with those last mumbles, Micah disappeared to the back kitchen, and then probably back up to the tea lab yet again.

Sean just shook his head in sympathy, moving to wipe the table down with a damp towel. Tea was Micah’s obsession. Michael was the first of the three boys to come and work at the Tea Attic, and had welcomed both Sean and Tyler with open arms. He had been working there since he was 13 years old, and he was now 18. Tyler had started when he had turned 16, and he was a year older than Micah, so he had been working at the Attic for 3 years now. Sean had only started a year ago, and he had just turned 17.

The Tea Attic was an obscure little café. It was hidden deep in a relatively large city. It was one of many old style shops on one of the oldest, and thus smallest, streets in Mansfield. For those who didn’t know of the street, they would pass it by thinking it was an alley. And the little shops were so boxed in by huge where-houses and skyscrapers, that they could easily be overlooked. But for the people who knew the street existed, it offered a little oasis from the ever-growing corporate city. And the hit of the street? The Tea Attic.

The Attic itself had a very devoted following, and managed to make quite a bit of revenue. From its fresh baked goods and deli sandwiches, to its namesake- its tea- it was an excellent café.

The café itself was small compared to the entire building’s size. Only about 30 people could comfortably fit in the café’s inside. There were two booths, three tables (that each sat five), and a window bar where at least six people could sit (three on each side of the door). The Attic’s floor was made of old wood that would softly creek and echo when walked on. As soon as you walked through the café’s doors you’d see the two booth’s against the wall to your left, with a table besides them. There would also be a set of stairs that would appear to lead somewhere above the café in the back left hand corner. To you’re right of the door, you’d see the other two tables and a door in the back corner that had the sign saying ‘restroom’ hanging on it. Then, right in front of you, the sight that caught everyone’s eyes when they first entered, was a massive counter filled with jars and baskets of assorted teas. And of course there was large assortment of tea pots behind the counter steaming with some sort of tea. On the right side of the counter sat a glass case devoted to the sweets and sandwiches the café made daily. And on the left side, stood the old fashioned register and typically, a bubbly Sean. Directly behind the glass case, were two swinging doors that led to the kitchen.

The kitchen was actually quite large for such a small place, but it too had a set of stairs that led to a lab above it. Upstairs, not at all connected to the upper part of the café, was where all the teas were created. Books upon books all about tea were covering the walls. And where there weren’t books on a shelf, there were jars of herbs, spices, and tons of tea leaves taking up that space.

And all of those rooms, tables, and people made up this place. And that was the Tea Attic.

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