Donald Trump x Mike Pence

The night before inauguration (written on 9/11)

It was cold and rainy. Donald Trump blinked his eyes open. He shuddered. Today was the day, in less than 6 hours, his glorious and sexy presidency would come to a close. Emphasis on the CUM.

Mike and Trump cuddled together. They had two hours until they had to board air force 1. Just enough time for a movie, a smoke and a half round of sex. Trump reached into his pile of nuclear documents printed on the best paper around. He used it for everything, wiping his ass, drawing on it with crayon, and paying for sex with Russian (male) prostitutes. But only when Mike was home with Kathy. Today though, he needed a little boost. He opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a bag of white powder. He sprinkled the powder into the paper and rolled it up, just like the liberals did with their devil's lettuce. That shit wasn't for him, so this was the next best thing. Pure cocaine. He lit it up and took a puff.

"So sad, Mikey," he said, allowing the cloud of black smoke to trail from his nostrils. "We could have had it all."

Mike leaned over. "It's ok Donny, I do have it all. I have it all with you."

Trump belched in his general direction, signaling that it was time. Horny hour. He pulled up YouTube and turned on their favorite movie. The one that they watched in Chuck E Cheese together as the underpaid worker cleaned their mess from the ball pit. It was kinda like the Dashcon ball pit but worse. Anyways, the movie. It was an indie dinosaur film called Project 31. It always made Mike excited, thinking of simpler times. Watching the teenagers' inexperienced filmmaking reminded him of how Trump used to be inexperienced in bed. Now he was as good as he could be, which was still bad but it kinda sorta satisfied Mike. Sometimes.

Donald's body shivered with ecstasy. "Oh yes daddy."

Mike said a few racial slurs at the only unwhite kid in the movie. He then leaned over kissed is hot sexy boyfriend with his China flu covered lips.

"Oh Mikey, how great would it have been if the Liberal-Fake-Ass-News-Brain-Dead-Pronoun Media would have let us, the truest patriots, win the election."

"Shame, they stole it but it's ok, we have 2024 my sweet, sexy, prince."

"No, Mike. " Donald leaned and smelled his boyfriend's fish oil perfume. It made his eyes water. "You don't have to call me that today. Touch my chode and call me Doughnut Daddy"

Mike's face flushed a deep shade of red. Kinda resembling the face of the author of this chapter as he had downed a bottle of draino after writing this far. Like the other author, he revived himself upon seeing the homophobes in Hell. Upon returning to the land of the mortals, he cried for help but no one could save him now.  He knew his fate had been sealed, he was gonna help SheCanDream write the rest of this shit. Even the sex scenes. He drank a shot of scotch whiskey that he got from his client (who voted for the subjects of this fanfic) and continued.

"Ok Donought Daddy " Mike's clarinet caressed the inside of his boxers. Trump sensed this and slid them off. Slowly but surely, Mike did the same. Soon the both of them were fully naked in front of each other, standing in front of the windows of the Oval Office. They took a moment to observe each other's nakedness, every curve, wrinkle and saggy man titty. Then they made love. Not sex, but sweet passionate love. The kind of love seen in 50 Shades of Grey (except more homosexual). This went on for about 30 seconds, then they were done.

"Oh yes Daddy," Mike said, "that was the longest one yet."

"Wait until Mar A Lago, Mikey boy, there will be more. "

Then a knock at the door. Trump gently helped his lover dress, tenderly placing each article of clothing upon his pale, scab-covered body. Mike purred like a cat in heat as he did the same to Trump. All ten secret service members who were forced to watch the deed simultaneously shot themselves. Even though their job would soon be over, they just could not take anymore.

Trump cracked the door open and the scent of tea, crumpets, and several kilos of the finest Mexican cocaine filled the Oval Office.

"Good morning Mr. President." His booming voice aroused Trump's bonner from its slumber. He was back, and the little demon child he was with at Micky D's was in tow. Trump gave a nervous wave as his yellow teeth peaked from behind his fat lips.

"Hello Boris." He tossed his hair shyly.

Mike narrowed his eyes and balled his fist. That motherfucker had learned nothing.