Secretarial Porn

Summary: Tifa leaves Midgar to help open a bar, and Cloud follows. When they have money trouble, Cloud works at Shinra as a secretary. Pure smut. Multiple pairings, more for my own pleasure than anything else. Enjoy!

Author's note: In light of the many things happening in the world today, I honestly just needed a creative outlet. This is purely for fun, if you don't enjoy male on male fanfiction, it's best to avoid this. This is purely a story based off gay sex and day dreams. I have never been a secretary, so please ignore any discrepancies in my work. Similarities to the game, but mostly changed to better fit the story.

Chapter 1

When Cloud left Nibelheim for the first time, he had never expected it to be to follow his childhood crush to join a bar. However, he blindly believed he loved her, and the young naïve girl going to a large city on her own made him anxious. With the help of her karate instructor, they were off. They left their parents behind and went to explore.

And as young influential teens, they lost their virginities together. Only for the crushing reality of life to hit them both, as Cloud quickly realized he was a flaming homosexual. Tifa's tits were beautiful, no doubt about it, but Cloud really didn't like the texture or feeling a woman. Even as he took her virginity he thought of hard pecs, toned arms, and a deep voice.

For all her beautiful youth, Tifa took it quite well. Well, as well as you can take it when the man you just slept with said he was gay while he was still inside you. The brunette laughed it off and that was that, and from then on, they began to ogle men together.

Cloud loved her no doubt. He would lay down his life for her. But he would rather not sleep with her again.

"Cloud, can you get that please?" The blonde haired man grunted as he walked up the stairs, picking up the phone then wiping his hands on his pants.

"Seventh Heaven, Cloud speaking," he spoke into the receiver, his eyes rolling shut in annoyance when he heard the voice of Barret yelling over the line.

"Cloud! Why is your request low!" Cloud sighed softly, tilting the receiver so the noise couldn't be heard. The tall brawny man was anything but quiet, though Cloud knew he had good intentions at heart. He just usually voiced them at a near scream half the time.

"Less customers," Cloud supplied, Barret making a bark like noise over the phone.

"With Tifa's tits how!" Cloud winced, glad for once the brunette didn't answer the phone. Barret made it no secret that he admired the brunette's body, though he was far from her type. He still didn't hide it though, and Cloud couldn't help but feel a little defensive on her behalf. He brushed away his annoyance though, crossing an arm over his chest as he squared his expression.

"More people are trying to get above the plate," Cloud replied, Barret making a low noise that Cloud could almost pinpoint as a growl.

"Shinra just had to make that stupid thing! If they didn't buy half my stock I'd blow them up Gaia's ass!" Cloud rolled his eyes. Shinra threw many corporate parties, and with those needed a shit ton of liquor. Barret, being the best supplier, always had his hand in their pocket.

"I heard the Soldiers can't get drunk," Cloud pointed out randomly before he could catch himself, Barret becoming louder as he bragged about getting a Soldier drunk once a year ago. Cloud had heard the story so much by now, he knew it, even down to the way the Soldier passed out like a pansy.

Nibelheimians never passed out. They were prideful alcoholics.

"Yo Spikey, go join Soldier!" Barret suddenly cawed, Cloud rolling his eyes at the nickname.

"No, it would interfere with my time at the bar," Cloud replied, Barret grunting over the phone.

"Well, join something! I can't have you guys backing out on me!" With that Barret hung up, Cloud hanging up the phone and sighing at length. That had just been Barret's way of saying get more people to the bar, though Cloud was not one to stand on a corner and pass out flyers. They did need money though, as bills started to seem to come in more each month.

It was all stressful, though someone needed to keep their dream alive.

Well, Tifa's.

Cloud bit back another sigh and headed back downstairs, Tifa standing at the back of the bar washing cups. They had two people in the bar then, one being a smelly old man, and the other being a Turk. Her uniform gave her away, though she had become a regular at their bar.

Why, Cloud had no fucking clue.

She stared off into space for two hours, sipped on two cranberry vodkas, would get a call and leave. She came in at exactly 1pm every Monday Wednesday Friday, which made Cloud wonder what she did on her other days.

Kill a bunch of random people?

Steal a car or ride a helicopter to Costa Del Sol?

Cloud had no fucking clue.

"Just Barret," Cloud spoke as he walked past Tifa to go over their booze stock, thinking over the order they had made recently.

Hopefully nobody came in to try and throw a party.

"What did he have to say?" Tifa asked, Cloud shrugging a shoulder as he pretended to be distracted.

"That he missed your tits," he replied, the brunette sending him a hot glare. For all it's heat it was rather soft, as she never really seemed to be able to get angry at him.

"Haha, what did he really say?" She questioned with sarcasm, Cloud dropping his posture. He grabbed a towel and began to wipe down the bar with disinterest.

"He asked why our order was smaller," he replied, the brunette's lips falling some. She covered it up well, but Cloud was a master at reading her by now. Tifa sighed.

"Maybe I should cut the hours and get a second job," she replied, Cloud frowning just slightly at that. He knew how much Tifa enjoyed this job, even if it got slow sometimes. He had followed more out of teenage jealousy and fear more than anything, and to have her take away from what she enjoyed he found unacceptable.

"No, I'll go ahead and get a second job. Don't cut the hours." Tifa gave him a surprised look, as they both knew the blonde found it hard to even deal with people outside of a bar atmosphere.

"Construction?" She replied, Cloud shrugging a shoulder. He did have the muscle for it.

"I'll look into it."

"How about a secretary job?" Cloud's eyes shot up, though he didn't jump in the air. He had worked at the bar long enough to not jump when a random person interjected into one of their conversations. He however, was not expecting the Turk to be speaking to him.

"Eh?" Cloud replied, fixing up a vodka cranberry when the Turk shook her empty glass. She paid, he gave her the second drink.

"We have an open position for a secretary at Shinra. Free, open access to a gym and pool, dental and health insurance, along with VIP access to all Shinra held events. Plus, you'll get free travel." Cloud raised an eyebrow, never expecting the Turk to try and persuade him to join her company. He pursed his lips, staring the Turk down as he wondered what the fucking catch was.

There was always a catch with these guys huh?

"What's the catch?" Cloud asked, the Turk tilting her head and having her red hair fall off her shoulders.

"You'll be a secretary for our Soldier elite. I have been watching you to gauge how well you would fit into the position." Cloud's eyebrows shot up at that confession, Tifa even stopping to look over her shoulder.

"Then you should know I don't play well with others," Cloud challenged, the Turk smiling wide before extending her hand.

"My name is Cissnei, the interview is set up for tomorrow morning at six Mr. Strife." Cloud looked down to her hand before back to her face, steeling his features. He really didn't like her cheery, let's be friends attitude.

"What makes you think I'll go?" Cissnei dropped her hand, though she didn't show if she was offended by his lack of manners or not.

"Business is slow is it not? Besides, it's four thousand gil an hour, and it's an eight hour shift." Cloud looked over his shoulder to Tifa who had her own eyebrows raised, that amount of money able to quickly help them with their mounting issues.

"Why so much?" Cloud ventured to ask, narrowing his eyes slightly at the Turk. She remained unphased.

"Well, that's for you to find out!" Cissnei gave him a dimpled smile before returning to her table, staring off into space once again and sipping her drink like she just hadn't offered him a job.

Fucking Turks.

Cloud sighed and returned to wiping down the bar, deciding to ignore the eyes digging into his back. He wasn't interested in being a secretary, as the job required him to sit for longer than he could ever actually manage. He would probably call Vincent and see if he could join in his company, as the man sold high end fashion to those on the top plate.

But what did Cloud know about fashion?

"Vincent did give you that nice suit the other day." Cloud raised his eyes, frustrated that Tifa was not going to drop this subject. He knew that when she woke him up at 4 am to get ready for the interview, and even fretted over his hair. Though he cut his spikes every couple months, his spikes had now grown out of control.

She took the time to cut them down just a bit, giving him an edgier look, versus his normal rebel look. She pushed him into the shower, made sure his suit fit well, added the shoes for style, made sure he had some coffee and breakfast then kicked him out. Cloud was ready within an hour, which made him wonder if she had planned this as soon as they got news of the position.

Cloud sighed as he headed for the train station, glad for once not many people woke at this horrible hour. He got his ticket and boarded the train, closing his eyes as he tried to catch a few more seconds of sleep.

"So you're going?"

Cloud didn't bother to open his eyes.

"Why are you following me?"

He could hear Cissnei's smile, the Turk seeming rather pleased with herself for some reason.

"Because you'll be working with some very important people. Do you think Shinra just hires without a thorough investigation first?" Cloud raised an eyebrow but didn't open his eyes.

"So, you coming to the bar three times a week was to watch me? I feel flattered."

"Thank you, I pride myself in my ability to be seen." Cloud frowned at that, opening his eyes and staring at the petite woman who sat next to him. She did seem to stand out quite a bit, though something about her put a person at ease. It was weird to think a Turk could do that, but her feminine face and hair just made her almost seem to blend in.

If she wore civilian clothes Cloud would have easily mistaken her for somebody else.

Cloud sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes again.

"Are you going to be tailing me even after I get the job?" Cloud asked, hearing the rustle of her clothing as she shifted to get more comfortable.

"No, I have gathered what I needed to know about you." Cloud snorted, almost rudely, and opened his eyes to meet honey brown.

"You guys are creepy, you know that?" Cloud mumbled, the Turk giving him a warm smile. She smiled a lot.

"You'll get used to us soon enough."

Cloud wasn't too fond of that idea.

"What's Nibelheim like?" The change of subject was obvious, though Cloud wasn't to tempted to answer. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, deciding for now her presence would be ignored. She moved closer to him and nudged his side, inciting a groan from his throat.

"Hey, don't ignore me." Cloud was half tempted to tell her he sucked dick just to make her shut up, though he had a feeling she already probably knew.

"Is Tifa your girlfriend?"

Or maybe not.

"I thought you knew everything," Cloud pointed out, hearing her huff just slightly.

"Everything I needed to know, your sexual orientation is not as important." Cloud kept that win to himself and remained silent, though this time Cissnei let it sit. When the train stopped and he opened his eyes, she was gone.

"Creepy," Cloud mumbled, getting up from his seat and following the few zombies who were heading into work. Cloud had only been above the plate one time, and that was when he took Tifa on a mock date. His memory was good enough that he managed to get to the Shinra tower, as seeing it as newcomers had been a weird part of their bucket lists.

Cloud sighed in exhaustion before entering the lobby, heading over to the receptionist. She looked to happy to be awake at 5:30 in the morning.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked, Cloud wondering for a split second if he would have to rehash that same bullshit all fucking day at this job.

"Hi, I have an interview at 6am," he supplied, the receptionist giving him a broader smile.

"Name?"

"Cloud Strife."

"That's a pretty name the receptionist complimented, Cloud trying not to roll his eyes as he gave a restrained smile. The receptionist typed away and after a few seconds of waiting for the computer to load she gave him a piece of paper. It was a map of the fifty first floor, the receptionist also giving him a black card the size of a credit card, a white strip on one side.

"Your interview will be on the fifty first, follow the hallway down to the left, and ask for Lazard." Cloud nodded firmly and turned towards the elevator, seeing two of them.

"Take either one, swipe the keycard before pressing the button for the floor."

Cloud nodded once again, walking over to the left one and pressing the button. He tried not to swing back and forth to ease his nerves, though prayed silently for the elevator to hurry up.

"Yo."

Cloud looked over, almost rolling his eyes as he was presented with another Turk. This Turk had bright red hair however, his blue eyes seeming electrified as they looked over his physique. Cloud looked away and decided it was best to mind his own business.

"The hair natural?" The Turk asked, Cloud trying hard not to roll his eyes. He normally had more patience for babbling buffoons, but it was not his morning. He remained silent.

"Yes," Cloud mumbled, keeping his answer short. The Turk seemed pleased by this, his mouth opening to ask something else. The elevator dinged at that moment, Cloud stepping in and the Turk following.

"What floor?" The red head asked as he followed, Cloud taking in a deep breath and releasing it.

"Fifty one." A card was swiped and the number fifty-one was pressed. The number sixty one was pressed next. Cloud held back his sigh of relief.

"What brings you here this morning?" The redhead asked, Cloud leveling him with a stare before giving a small shrug.

"Work."

The Turk chuckled before turning to faced Cloud fully, seeming to almost trap him in without moving. The guys presence was stifling.

"Come one blondie, no need for small talk. I don't bite."

Cloud honestly doubted that.

"It is five in the morning," Cloud decided to point out, the red head shrugging a shoulder.

"I stay up for days at a time." Cloud raised an eyebrow but decided it would be best if he didn't comment further. The last thing he needed was to piss off a sleep deprived Turk.

"Got a girl?" The redhead asked, Cloud raisin an eyebrow as he wondered if maybe he was picking up where Cissnei left off. He straightened his back just a bit, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"If I do?" He challenged, the redhead's lips tilting into a smug grin.

"Want a taste?" Cloud almost spluttered at the very obvious flirt, the comment almost close to a downright asking for sex. He composed himself, though he knew his cheeks were red from how warm they felt.

"No thank you." The elevator dinged when they got to his floor, Cloud quickly stepping out and breathing in the stale air of the room. The redhead chuckled as the doors closed, leaving the blonde alone, and bit aroused.

No, he wouldn't fuck his coworkers.

Cloud walked to the end of the hall and made a left, seeing another receptionist sitting at a desk. She looked up and gave him a smile, still too bright for fucking five in the morning.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"My name's Cloud Strife, I have an interview at six. I was told to ask for Lazard." The receptionist nodded and picked up her phone, dialing a number before waiting patiently.

"Hello Mr. Deusericus, Cloud Strife is here to see you Sir." After a second she hung up the phone, getting up from her seat and motioning for him to follow. He followed her to a large double door, the petite lady knocking once before opening the doors and allowing him in.

"Hello Mr. Strife," a young looking blonde haired man greeted him, Cloud nodding once and sitting when Lazard motioned for him to sit.

"You are early, this is good," he spoke first, Cloud merely tilting his head as he waited for what he wanted to say next. Lazard cleared his throat.

"Let me get straight to the point Mr. Strife, I expect you to be the secretary of Soldier First Class Sephiroth." Cloud raised an eyebrow, but either than that did not comment. This must have been the right response, since Lazard sat back and laced his fingers over his chest.

"We have offered six people this position, though how you answer my questions will dictate if you will be hired."

"Were we all trailed by Turks?" Cloud ventured to ask, seeing the side of Lazard's lip twitch up.

"Yes, as was the request of Sephiroth." Cloud hummed softly, deciding to lead this conversation.

"And his last secretary?" Lazard tilted his head in contemplation, seeming to see what Cloud was doing. His eyes became slightly lidded.

"She became… too invested." Cloud nodded, getting the gist of what that meant. He leaned back some, leveling the director with his eyes. He gave him the look that demanded answers, tilting his head just slightly.

"Why was I chosen?"

"That was based off an outside party." Cloud narrowed his eyes just slightly.

"I didn't ask who, I asked why." Lazard's lip twitched again, his eyes becoming more calculating as he assessed the other blonde.

"Classified."

"Your questions?" Cloud asked, a little irritated but understanding. It must be something important if they had him trailed.

"Are you gay?"

Oh now they were blunt.

Cloud licked the inside of his mouth, thinking if honesty was necessary.

"Yes."

"Do you find Sephiroth attractive?"

"Yes."

"Would you have sex with Sephiroth?"

"No."

"Why?"

"If I get hired, I will work with him. I don't sleep with coworkers." Unbeknownst to Cloud, the entire session was being recorded. First Class Sephiroth and First Class Zack sat on another floor, watching the interview play out.

"Do you think he's lying?" Zack asked, Sephiroth quiet next to him. He had grown quiet since the blonde kid had entered the room. He was quiet as he tried to question Lazard, and seemed even more intense when the blonde admitted his attraction. That last part threw him off.

"No."

Zack looked back to the blonde, picking up a doughnut.

This was going to be fun to watch.

Author's note: I wanted to clear some things up, if anybody gets confused by it. Cloud and Tifa joined in opening a bar at 16 (let's just say that's the legal age in Midgar.)