Ineffable Bureaucracy (One/twoshots)

Good Evening Sir

Bebe looked up as the door opened. The dark oak wood looked lovely next to the person who walked in through the high arch of the doorway. Tall, muscular and drop-dead gorgeous, Gabriel Arch stood next to the ridiculously expensive doors leading into his oversized private office. His suit was new, they knew this simply because they had been the ones to order it, and a shiny, steel grey material that clung to his muscular frame. The accents of the suit, a tie and handkerchief inside the breast pocket, were a lavender color that eerily matched the color of his eyes (the press claimed they were contacts, but Bebe knew better.) He was late and smelled like Heavenly Roses, the smell of the God awful perfume one of his employees wore. Perhaps he had grabbed dinner before coming in for the night shift.

He ran a hand through his hair (they made a note to schedule his next manicure for the next few days) and smiled slightly. His hair was a beautiful brunette, his temples bordering on grey that gave him a silver fox look that sent many a gossip magazine running to change their figurative panties. His smile was slightly crooked when he looked at them. Bebe stood, as they always did when he came in for work, and watched those lavender eyes trail down their body. They smiled slightly; They knew that their suit, expensive and black with red accessories, hugged their figure perfectly. They did not typically consider themself a sexual attractive being, having not had sex since they ordered their binder and informed their boss of their changing (and still changing) pronouns, but they knew the affect their clothing choice had on their boss.

"Good evening sir. You have three missed calls, six emails including two from your brother and one from your mother, and ten memos and files have been been dropped off for you." Bebe smiled and flirtatiously smoothed back their hair. The short cut accentuated their round cheeks and pointy chin in a way that made them look innocent yet sultry. The undercut they sported was dyed a dark, bloody red. Little red dots acted as their earrings.

"An easy night. Thank you, Bebe. Keep me updated." He smirked at them slightly as he shrugged off the shiny grey coat. The white button down underneath the suit jacket was tighter than the jacket and a little wrinkled around the chest and sides, and they licked their lips as they saw his muscular arms revealed to them. He chuckled softly, obviously noting their lingering gaze. "Are you alright?"

"Of course sir." They smiled their secretary smile and sat back down at their laptop. It was slick and slim and they always felt rich and powerful pulling the black electronic out of their briefcase. The affect was slightly ruined by the red keyboard and the playlist of punk rock and pop that immediately popped up upon opening with the message, "Rock On, Bebe". They briskly tapped in their password (Beelzebub, the inspiration behind their name) and pulled up a file.

While Mr. Arch was the head of a a top-notch law firm, Arch's Angels, Bebe dreamed of one day leaving his side and publishing their own novel. It was a passion project of their's, both figuratively and literally. They spent their free time slowly adding to the novel, which now numbered fifteen chapters. The story, a fully erotic novel, was based on their lust and want for their boss. They dreamt up the normal day to day incidents, intense business talk and rough and passionate sex scenes before and after work, and spent the time in the office adding to the ever-growing novel. The main characters were very obviously stand-ins for Bebe and Mr. Arch, down to Bebe's stand in alternating between she and they pronouns.

Mr. Arch's younger brother, a trans man who, like Bebe, took his name from some religious figure, was chubbier and sweeter than his older brother and worked for a book publishing company. Bebe had met Azi at a gay bar and they had bonded over their very feminine dead names and appearances and spent the night dancing and having fun. Bebe had set up Azi with their friend Crowley, a gender-fluid sommelier who primarily used masculine pronouns, and Azi got Bebe their current job in return. It took exactly one week for Bebe to call Azi and thank him over and over for the opportunity to meet their future soulmate.