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dumbkid4ever · 24 days ago

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That's it, I'm posting my Elon Musk x Trump x Zuckerberg

Awoken to Betrayal

Donald Trump, Elon Musk, Alice Weidel and Mark Zuckerberg decide to have a sleepover to deepen their bonds as political partners, however, there seems to be a bit of tension.

Has slight Angst? No smut tho.

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It was 3:56pm, around 4 minutes before the final guest will arrive. Donald sat on the pristine white couch of his Mar-a-Lago estate while Elon layed on it with his head resting on Donald's thigh.

"So what do you think of the Gulf of America?" the blonde asked, running his fingers through Elon's dark strands of hair, which earned him a hum of appreciation.

"Wonderful, my dear. A Gulf this great shouldn't be named after those Mexicans," the billionaire purred, rubbing Donald's knee seductively.

"Right? I'll make sure those things can't ruin anything for us Americans again, and I'll build a wall to keep them away, to keep my people safe. Of all Americans though, I want to keep you the safest, love."

"Oh Donny," Elon sighed sensuously and looked up at his lover through his short lashes. "You're such a big, strong man. I feel so safe whenever you're around..."

A comfortable silence enveloped the two, only disturbed by the sound of maids doing their last bit of cleaning. Donald slipped into his mind and went over the plan for today again. Alice had suggested a sleepover with all three of them today, as silly as it sounded. She said that it was exactly the silliness that would help them bond as political partners, so well, they agreed to it.

Usually Saturdays are reserved for couple quality time – no, not with his wife, with Elon. They had been telling their families that it was for planning political projects and it had been true at first, but Donald quickly fell for the billionaire when he realized how similar their world view were. One thing led to the other and they were now holding hands behind the back of his greedy bitch of a wife. He had never been happier.

Suddenly, the doorbell ringed. Still not ready to the quality time yet, Donald hesitated a little before he ushered the other man away and stood up himself.

"She's here, huh?" Elon said softly. He pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and got an actual kiss to the lips back that lasted for longer than expected. Looking tiredly into his dark brown, almost black eyes, Donald heaved out a sigh.

"Yeah. Well, it's show time."

They marched towards the door together, fixing each other's clothing before finally opening it. Outside stood Alice Weidel with a big sports bag and- was that Mark Zuckerberg?

"Hello, Mr. President! And hey, Elon, I hope I didn't let you two wait for too long," she greeted with the same professional grin she had on in the promotional posters, sparkling and beaming.

"Not at all, I just got ready and Elon just arrived, don't worry. And please, Donald is fine, we're doing a sleepover aren't we?" he reassured her with a bright smile of his own and looked over to Mark. "I see you brought a plus one with you, welcome."

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. He helped me quite a lot with picking what I'm bringing to the sleepover and I thought that you know each other well anyway, but I do apologize if it was too entitled of me to do so."

"There's nothing to apologize for, I actually wanted to invite good ol' Zucky but didn't ask, since a sleepover with three big men might be intimidating. Good to see you, Zucky," the blonde laughed and stepped to the side so that the guests could enter. All the while Elon stayed silent. "Come, let's not all huddle at the doorstep, shall we?"

Once they were back at the living room, where the couch was still warm, Alice zipped open her big sports bag. She dipped her hand into the slit and pulled out various colorful and fluffy looking fabric.

"Now, do you remember when I said that Mark over here helped me with some stuff? This is it," she proclaimed and unfolded the white one, revealing it to be a Donald Duck onesie. "I didn't know your sizes, so he volunteered to help me find the fitting ones. This wouldn't have worked without him, so big thanks to Mark!"

"You could probably still find their heights and such on the internet, I didn't contribute much, really," Mark said shyly, sneaking a glance at Donald only to see him staring back, prompting him to avert his eyes quickly.

"Not so humble, Zucky! I'm surprised you could remember these things," Donald said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Blushing, Mark looked down at the ground and mumbled.

"We did go shopping together once, it's not a lot really."

"So, Alice, have you already assigned who will get which onesie or do we just pick whichever we like?" Elon quipped in with an unusually upbeat demeanor. He grabbed the Micky Mouse onesie and observed it with great interest.

"Yeah! I randomly picked four, each with one of our sizes. Well, three were randomly picked," she explained with a conspicuous and playful grin. "Elon, yours is already the right size, how did you know?"

"I didn't, but it's cool that I got it first try," the man laughed along.

"Then, here's your Goofy onesie, Mark. The Dale onesie is mine."

"I'm Donald Duck then?"

"Exactly!"

Donald laughed boisterously.

"My, Alice, your sense of humor is amazing. I wouldn't have expected that if I had only known you from your speeches and posters, you always look so serious there!"

"Thank you! Honestly, I'm just here for a fun time."

"That we will, so let's get to the kitchen now, shall we?"

That was how their sleepover started. For the whole afternoon they did various activities, mostly following the "30 things to do at a sleepover" guide that they found on wikihow as they all apparently hadn’t been to a sleepover before as kids. Now, they didn’t follow through with the whole list, but it was a good eight step schedule they had, ranging with baking cookies to pillow forts to board games.

There had been some funny moments, like when they triggered the fire alarm when their attempt at baking went to waste or when Alice saw for the first time how Mark blinks vertically, like a reptile but also oddly intense moments like when Mark and Elon had the showdown of the century in the living room and with a chess board between the two. In the end it was Mark who won, for which Donald congratulated him while Elon shot angry looks across the coffee table. Yes, they stayed in the onesies the whole time.

"Oh wow, this has been such a fun afternoon, I really enjoyed our time here," Alice said with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands while sitting at the edge of the couch. Mark, who sat on the ground with his back to the couch, reciprocated the sentiment by nodding his head furiously, but accidentally hit the cushion behind him. That triggered a round of laughter by the others, but one stood out particularly with how sharp it sounded to his ears.

"You gotta be more careful, Mark, we wouldn’t want your smart little head to have a concussion," Elon sneered, but the other two seemed oblivious to the subtle threat in his voice. Anger bubbled up in Mark’s chest, only to dissipate just a moment later.

"Yeah, Zucky, it’d make me very sad if something were to happen to you," Donald chuckled, taking another bite of the cookies they baked after the first failed batch.

"I’ll try, but thanks for your concern," Mark smiled genuinely and mirrored his action, making little crumbs fall onto Goofy’s synthetic fur. The four stayed quiet for the follwing few minutes, content to just exist in the same room (at least it was true for half of them). Fatigue and the warmth from their drinks dragged down their eyelids and the cackling fire place acted as their lullaby. Finally, someone decided to speak up before they all weren’t lucid enough to do so anymore.

"Should we go to sleep now? It’s pretty late already," Alice spoke up, already slurring her words a bit.

"I think that’s a good idea, I’ll get the maids," the owner of the house responded. Soon, mattresses and pillows were laid out on the floor, but they didn’t jump right in just yet, as they still had to brush their teeths. In the bath, they were all issued fresh tooth brushes and their own individual tooth paste, except for Donald, of course.

Mark noticed how strong the stream of water was that came out of the tap. He had accidentally sprayed himself wet when he first opened the faucet, but Elon didn’t seem to struggle with it at all. When they were all ready for bed, they bid each other goodnight and their conciousness faded away in the warm embrace of the soft blankets.

At midnight, Mark woke up to a full bladder. It probably came from the three cups of hot choclate he drank earlier. The reason for this excessive consumption was because Donald poured all of it himself, a family recipe, he had claimed. Walking down the same path as they did just a few hours ago, he arrived at the bathroom without further complications. He finished his deed, washed his hands and when he dried them with the clean towel next to the sink, he couldn’t help but wonder if it had been used by Donald before.

Tentatively, he held up the cloth to his face and burried his nose into it. It smelled of vanilla and the sun. Donald had mentioned before that his maids always wind dried the laundry on sunny days, guess he didn’t lie. Mark had wanted to enjoy the moment a little more, but it was promptly interrupted by the door slamming open. In came Elon Musk.

"Oh hey, Zucky, fancy seeing you here."

"Elon. Drank too much hot choclate as well? They did taste amazing," Mark shot right back with the same viscous voice.

"No, I’m feeling quite empty still, but I am here for a reason indeed."

"Pray tell, what may it be?"

"Don’t get all posh now. I’m here to tell you to back the fuck off from my man," Elon spat, inching closer towards the other.

"You mean your gateway to a monopoly and even more money? Cause that’s how I see you’ve been treating him, you snake."

That caused Elon to push him against the sink, purposefully pressing him against it so that his back would feel uncomfortable. It hurt a bit like this, with his spine against the hard ceramic, but Mark didn’t let it show. Instead, he put on his most smug expression and smirked up at the older man.

"Hit too close to home?"

"Shut up! Listen, Mark, that old incel belongs to me. Being with me has benefited him a lot, what do you have to offer in return to win him over, huh?"

"I’m richer than you now."

"Oh honey," Elon cackled, stroking Mark’s cheek. "You may have surpassed me in terms of money, but I’ve still got more influence on the public, that’s what Donald needs right now."

"Well- Well I can give him love! One that’s real and sincere." He no longer seemed as sure as before, his composure breaking.

"Like that dense fuck could differenciate what’s genuine and what’s not. I’ve got him wrapped around my finger, hooked on the sex, and there’s nothing you will ever do about it. Especially not with that face of yours that looks like it had been generated by the most primitive version of artificial intelligence."

"I-"

"That’s enough, Elon. That’s- I’ve heard enough."

For the second time, the door swung open and a tired Donald walked in with a dejected face. Elon imediately turned around, releasing Mark from his hold.

"Donny, I can explain-"

"No, you can’t, so don’t try to."

An awkward silence gloomed over them and no one knew what to say. Elon’s eyes darted frantically from the toilet bowl to the glossy white tiles on the wall, Donald was staring emptily onto the floor and Mark was focused on his numb expression, wishing things didn’t have to be this way.

"Elon," Donald finally opened his mouth and lifted his face to look at his former lover. "Tell me, were there at least some truth in the words of affection that you showered me in?"

"All of them! Donny, I was just trying to scare him off and kill his hopes," Elon tried to explain with one singular tear drop rolling down his face and took a step towards the latter, who backed up as a result. "Please, believe me!"

"I see. There has been none."

Mark shifted his weight from one leg to the other, thinking of what he could say to make the blonde feel better, but ultimately found nothing, He could only stand there and watch as Donald fell apart by the second. At this point Elon seemed to have given up on trying to defend him.

"Fine, be like that. I’m going back to sleep," he huffed and strolled out of the room, wiping the water from his unfeeling eyes. That left only Mark and Donald in the bathroom and not a word was exchanged for a long time, again. That was quite the confrontation and now the room was full off tension, even with the root of the problem gone. It made Mark angry towards Elon and sympathetic towards Donald. Eventually he mustered up all his courage.

"Um, Donald. Do you… Do you want to talk about it?" he carefully asked, putting a hand onto Donald’s shoulder. It was shrugged off.

"No. Let’s just go to sleep as well. It’s too late to deal with this." He left the room so quickly Mark couldn’t really follow. When he got back to the living room Donald was already tucked neatly under the covers, but he could see him shifting constantly while Elon was so still, he didn’t seem like he was breathing.

It had been a mess, an ironic ending to what was supposed to be a day of bonding. What tomorrow would hold, Mark didn’t know, but for now there’s nothing for him to do but wait in his dreams. And so he too returned to his mattress, trying to drift off to sleep again.

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