My Dear President (Biden x Trump) (Omegaverse)

Office

Biden was doing his office work as usual, when he heard a commotion stir up outside of his office doors. Suddenly his body gaurds burst into the room, clutching onto the side of Donald J. Trump's arms.

"What's going on?" he asks, standing up from his seat.

"Tell your guards to get their hands off of me," Trump says with venom.

Biden abides and waves off his guards with one hand. The guards nod, acknowledging his order and exiting the room.

"Finally," Trump begins, brushing off his shoulders and fixing his cuffs. "Anway, Sleepy Joe, I have some business with you."

"What is it?" Biden asks wearily, unaware of his political enemy's intentions.

"I heard that you're an omega, is that true?"

"What?!" Biden was shocked. No one had ever mentioned this to him! There must have been a rumor going around, and no one even bothered to tell him. How absurd, he thought. It took his political enemy confronting him to get the to get this information to him. "Where did you hear this? Who told you?!"

Trump smirks at his outrage from this accusation. "Judging from your reaction, you really are one aren't you?"

Biden slams onto the desk with his fists. He was growing impatient from this game Trump was playing. "I asked you a question. Answer it."

Trump continues to ignore him, smiling happily as he watched the president's composure wear thin. "You are aware that being a omega president is dangerous right? And, oh, you can't legally be a president if you're an omega, only the most elite of alphas can."

"Trump," Biden snarls.

"What will you do when the public finds out the truth?" Trump speaks with lilt in his voice. He approaches Biden's desk and looks at him face on. "You are at the mercy of me."

Biden opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by alpha pheromones, which was beginning to fill up the room. Suddenly, he knees grow weak, almost buckling, and he has to grip onto the edge of his desk to keep his balance. Sweat begins to drip from his neck to his back, sending shivers down his spine and giving him goosebumps all over. The air is hot and unbearable.

Trump walks around his desk, approaching him from behind and putting both hands on his shoulders. "You are but a weak omega. You can't even handle my pheromones." Trump laughs mockingly and backs off, watching in amusement as Biden writhes in place.

"You," Biden manages to mutter out. How could he be so weak in front of his worst enemy? This was humiliating, especially since Trump was right about being at his mercy. Just as he almost collapses, he suddenly feels the alpha pheromones retracting and clean air filled the room again.

Biden gasps for air, almost as if he were being suffocated the entire time. He glares at trump with malice and immediately calls for his guards to escort Trump out.

The guards quickly enters the room, worried for the president's safety. Earlier, they smelled the scent of alpha pheromones, but they weren't too worried since their president was also an alpha. But now, entering room, they see that their president looks disheveled. They were confused by this but did not ask any questions, knowing that it wasn't their business to know anything they weren't told.

Concerned for Biden's safety once again, the guards hastily grab Trump arm with force in order to drag him out.

Trump shakes off their hands and adjusts his suit. "I'll escort myself out." He looks back with a satisfied grin on his face, "Meet me at the bar down xxx street tonight, Sleepy Joe. I'm sure you don't want that secret of yours to get out."

Biden narrows his eyes, glaring at Trump. The guards catch their tension but decide to not say anything in fear of invading their president's privacy.

"Fine," Biden agrees reluctantly, "don't run your mouth, Trump."

Trump chuckles at the small threat. "Quite bold of you to threaten me. Did you forget who's in control here? Next time, I won't be so merciful."

"You dare insult our president right to his face. Leave now!" one of the guards spoke up.

"Then should I insult him behind his back? I'm sure you'd prefer me to insult him directly. But, I was only stating the truth, not insulting him." Trump turns his heels and pushes the office doors open, walking out shortly after.

"Damn it," Biden curses quietly to not draw attention. "You two may leave now."

"Yes sir."

Biden falls back into his chair and decides to mentally prepare for tonight. He feels like he's unable to return to his paperwork after that situation with Trump. He can only question the mess he's gotten himself into.

Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut.