Part Three: Things Heat up, Like A LOT lime

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by TheTreeTzar

by TheTreeTzar

Pope Francis led Donald Trump to his private chambers.

Once the door closed behind them, the Pope offered Donald a seat.

"So, what shall we have for dinner? The fresh steak and fresh vegetables are excellent this time of year," the Pope suggested.

"Ya know, a steak and some wine sounds amazing right about now," Trump said as he plopped down in a chair, loosening his tie.

"Oh wow he is so hot when he loosens his tie," the Holy man thought. Snapping out of his thoughts, Francis picked up the phone to order food.

"I ordered some dessert as well," Pope dude said as he sat down next to Pres dog.

"Oooo, Italian desserts are always amazing." Trump salivated over the thought of a large, over-stuffed cannoli.

"Ah, yes, at The Vatican we always make the best desserts for our high-profile guests," The Pope confirmed, letting the room fall to tense silence.

~Time skip brought to you by cannoli~

The silence was broken a half hour later by a knock at the door. Pope Francis opened the door and let the room service guy in. As the servant opened the trays of food, the Pope stopped him from opening the one with dessert. Of course the help wasn't going to fight the Pope on this, so he just set the tray on a table and left with the cart.

"If the dessert is a secret, it must be good," Trump said, tying a napkin around his neck before digging in to his steak.

"We must say Grace first my love, I MEAN CHILD," The Pope scolded right as Donald was about to bite into his steak, hoping that Trump missed his slip-up.

"Oh, of course," Trump put down his fork and bowed his head in prayer, wondering why his best friend had called him 'love'.

~Another time skip~

Once both men had finished eating, it was time for dessert.

"Donald," Francis said, walking over to the dessert tray. "I have known you for only a short time, but it feels like I have known you forever. I have prayed on my feelings for many, many nights, and I am sure that you feel the same."

Donald's heart was racing; of course he felt the same. But what did this sudden confession have to do with dessert?

"We both know that being gay is a sin," The pope said as he opened the tray. "But I would love to sin with you." Now the tray was fully opened, revealing a large package of cannoli flavored condoms.

Donald was a bit shocked at the bold move his crush had just made, but that didn't stop him from walking over to the other man.

As Donald embraced Francis he said "Take me to hell Father" and kissed the Pope passionately on the lips.

Francis kissed back, deepening the kiss, and ran his fingers through Donald's box-dyed hair. When the two broke apart for air, the Pope locked the door and hung a 'do not disturb' sign while the President grabbed the condoms and made his way to the bed.

Once the door was secure, Francis went to the bed, climbing on top of Donald. The two men kissed and tumbled and undressed each other, leading to a sleepless night and much cannoli filling being spilt.