The old orange tango (Trump x Biden)

part 1

Donald Trump strode confidently through the marble halls of the Capitol. Despite the familiar surroundings, a tension hung in the air. He adjusted his tie, trying to shake off the unease that had settled over him since the last election. As an omega, he had always projected strength, never allowing anyone to see his vulnerabilities. Especially not Joe Biden.

Biden. The name itself was enough to make his blood boil. The alpha had been a thorn in his side for years, their political battles as fierce as any. Today was no different; a critical meeting to discuss the country's future loomed, and Donald was determined not to let Biden get the upper hand.

As he approached the conference room, the door swung open, and there stood Joe Biden, his presence commanding and undeniably alpha. Biden’s piercing blue eyes locked onto Donald's, and for a moment, the world around them faded. There was something electric in the air, a current neither wanted to acknowledge.

"Trump," Biden greeted, his voice a low rumble. "I see you made it."

"Biden," Donald replied coolly, refusing to let any emotion seep into his tone. "Let's get this over with."

The room was already filled with aides and other politicians, but the two men’s focus was solely on each other. They took their seats at opposite ends of the long table, the distance between them doing little to ease the simmering tension.

The meeting began, discussions about policy and economy filling the air, but Donald found it hard to concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to Biden, to the way his jaw tightened when he was deep in thought, to the rare, genuine smiles that softened his features.

Suddenly, Biden spoke up, interrupting Donald’s reverie. "I think we all agree that bipartisanship is crucial here, don’t we, Trump"

Biden's voice was calm but firm, a stark contrast to the heated debates they were known for.

Donald straightened in his chair, meeting Biden's gaze with a steely resolve. "Of course, bipartisanship," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But we need more than just words. We need action."

Biden leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Donald's. "And what exactly do you propose, Donald?"

The use of his first name caught Donald off guard, but he quickly recovered. "We need a solid plan, something that both sides can agree on. And we need to set aside personal grudges for the sake of the country."

"Personal grudges?" Biden raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Is that what you think this is?"

Donald felt a flush of anger, but also something else—an unwelcome warmth. He pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "I'm here to do my job, Biden. Let's just get this done."

The meeting dragged on, but eventually, a tentative agreement was reached. As the room began to empty, Donald found himself lingering, his eyes drifting back to Biden, who was deep in conversation with an aide. There was something magnetic about the alpha, something that pulled at Donald despite his better judgment.

Finally, Biden turned, catching Donald's gaze. For a moment, neither spoke, the air thick with unspoken words. Then Biden took a step closer, his expression softening. "Trump, we need to talk."

Donald felt his pulse quicken. "About what?"

"About us," Biden said quietly. "This rivalry...it's more than just politics, and you know it."

Donald opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips. There was a truth in Biden's eyes that he couldn't deny, a shared understanding that went beyond their public personas.

Biden took another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I know you feel it too, Donald. We can't keep pretending."

For a moment, Donald was lost, torn between the persona he had crafted and the undeniable pull he felt towards Biden. But before he could respond, the door opened, and an aide interrupted, reminding them of their next appointments.

Biden gave Donald one last, lingering look before turning away. "This isn't over," he murmured. "We will talk."

As Donald watched him go, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The walls he had built around himself were starting to crack, and he wasn't sure if he could hold them up much longer.

Biden took another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I know you feel it too, Donald. We can't keep pretending."

For a moment, Donald was lost, torn between the persona he had crafted and the undeniable pull he felt towards Biden. But before he could respond, the door opened, and an aide interrupted, reminding them of their next appointments.

Biden gave Donald one last, lingering look before turning away. "This isn't over," he murmured. "We will talk."

As Donald watched him go, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The walls he had built around himself were starting to crack, and he wasn't sure if he could hold them up much longer.

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