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It was Trumps first day in office. His first day on his second term after his first one had ended four years before. He knew he was hated, but goddamn was his ego to big to accept that he was one of the worst people currently living.
He had seen the look Melania had given him when he was announced as the winner on the 6th of November when the results had finally been counted; in fact, he was rewatching the scene on his Iphone-16, of course he had the latest release. He snarled in the back seat of his limo his chauffeur was driving him around in. The secret service was driving in another car behind him as the car he was in entered the gates of the grand White House.
Melania was next to him, scrolling on her TikTok app. He smirked knowing he was the reason the app was back, he is very full of himself but he also does not like to admit it. She tilted her phone screen away from him when he tried to glance over her shoulder, the only thing he saw on the screen was words along the lines of "Gulf of America" "Canada 51st state" "Greenland". He saw her double tap the screen with her thumb and he could overhear "The Election of 1800" playing in her air pods.
He once again expressed his emotions with an angry frown and his unmatched dark orange foundation creased along his face wrinkles.
"Follow along, President Trump." An agent said in a monotone voice while opening the door for Donald. He wabbled himself out of the limo door and fixed the bottom of his suit jacket. He fixed his arms onto his hips and felt something square in his jacket-pocket; his picture of Joe Biden when he was younger. He was in his late 20s and goddamn was he hot. He knew if he pulled the polaroid of his sexy male-mistress it would be sticky and have red hearts around the white border. Melania's red heels clicked on the pebble driveway and she towered over Donald. Donald might've been the male in the relationship but Melania was the male in the bedroom. He looked shyly to the side as she stared down at him with her slim eyes. She was serving diva 9 to 5 and had no time to waste on a mix-matched Frankenstein. She did a business walk straight towards the door of the White House and marched inside, fully prepared to put up red trees that looked like bloody-tampons for the next 4 Decembers Donald was in office for.
He walked behind her like a lost puppy looking for its mom and ducked his head down. Elon followed behind him and slyly put his hand on the lower of Donald's back.
"What are you doing?!" Donald said in the most homophobic, high duck accent he could while still whispering to not get caught.
"Just play along with it, no one has to know." Elon ducked down to whisper in the 5'4 omegas ear. Trump walked a little faster in front of Elon and lost the touch of him. Donald could feel Elon grow angry and felt Elon's muddy-brown eyes shoot lasers in his pale back.
He finally caught up to the tall Melania and reached for her tan hand but she pulled away. She moved her hands to grab her purse and rest it on her stomach.
It was now after dinner and Melania sat at the opposite end of Trump at the long dinner-table. The plate of teared up chicken-legs, gravy and mashed potatoes sat in front of Trump. You could barely make out what the dish was but you could smell it from the big burp Trump let out of his mouth. Melania side-eyed Trump and walked up from the table, her new pair of heels clacked on the floor. Donald looked down at his hands that were resting in his lap and wondered how he got where he was now. All he really wanted was Joe next to him.
If it wasn't for his Christian-American views, he would be taking all 5' of Joe right at the dinner table. The maids and service agents would have to leave the room from the disgusting view of gravy and naked bodies on top of each other, especially since it was two men. Besides the boner he was now forming from thinking of sleepy Joe, it was unnoticeable since he only packed 2cm. He sat up from the long table when one of the maids started picking up the dishes Melania left behind. His sleek-black shoes clicked on the marble floors and softly stomped on the carpeted steps. He liked the silence of him walking in fancy halls, it made him feel more powerful then the amount of money in his bank account that was now slowly dropping as he lost followers and his META crypto failed.
He placed his hands on the golden doorknob that swirled like an S and turned it to reveal the master bedroom he would sleep in for the next 1460 days. He turned his head round to find his beautiful wife yet she was nowhere in sight.
"Where is Melania?" He called out to the maid, gesturing like he was speaking a repeated word in sign language.
"She is sleeping in the other room, President Trump." The maid spoke out, stuttering a bit.
He could feel the embarrassment grow inside his stomach and bubble up into anger. He huffed and decided to not have a tantrum on his first day back in office. He adorned his half pale half orange body with light blue silk pajamas that had prints of Rainbow Dash on it. He washed off his orange-foundation with a singular white make up whip that was now stained orange. His makeup was still clearly on but he couldn't be bothered to care. He rubbed some self tanner carelessly around his body, even though it looked blotchy he called it a day and headed off to bed with a fully white neck and two shades of orange coating his lower arms and roughly around his legs.
He tucked himself under the blanket and called out for an Alexa to turn off the lights in his room. He picked up his iphone-16 on scrolled on TikTok, looking at all the edits posted of Joe Biden that so happened to pop up on his for you page. He liked each one of them on the secret account he had named "Queer_andCuddly". Once he felt all his data had been stolen by Chinese Communist, he put the phone down and pulled the light blue unicorn sleep mask he had over his eyes. Falling asleep to a wet dream of Joe Biden and Elon Musk banging him during his heat cycle,.