The twilight was beginning to shine through the oval office window. It was Wednesday, January the 20th, and the writing was on the wall; Donald J. Trump was no longer the President of the United States of America.

Donald placed each of his desk memorabilia in a sturdy U-Haul moving box. It was sobering, to say the least, to see his once personalized office so empty. He had held on until this day to finally clear it out.

As he packed away the final White House snow globe, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps. But these footsteps were different– there was something in them that was soft, apologetic, hesitant… something that Donald had long since forgotten.

It became apparent who was approaching when the man turned into the doorway.

It was President Joseph Biden.

At first, Donald was repulsed. He stifled a gasp of disgust for the man who took everything from him. But there was something in Joe’s eyes, something longing, something… new?

“Hey, how about some ice cream, Donald?” The victor amiably asked.

“I’m… not exactly in the mood for ice cream right now. Well, I also have to pay attention to my calories, and my sugar intake. You know how that is, Joe.”

Joe looked disappointed but not surprised. He knew the effect he had on Donald (and not solely in political terms).

He made his way over to a bookshelf and began helping the towheaded man gather his favorite books.

“I gotta say, Donnie, you’re a bit behind on packing.”

“Well, I really do love this room. Sometimes, it’s the only place where I can get some peace and quiet. I am myself here, I am my own king.”

“I thought so.”

“Take good care of it for me, please, Joe.”

“I promise you, Donald, I will do everything in my power to keep this office great.”

“Ah, I see what you did there, Joe. Maybe you’re not as sleepy as I thought…”

It was an olive branch, the middle ground between two Venn diagrams. The men were somehow enjoying each other’s company. This transitional period made it possible for the two to coexist. They thrived in it.

“Do you know why I came here, Donald?”

It caught him off-guard. He assumed it was just a common courtesy, to make the bitter days in court and the long nights on the debate stage hurt a little less knowing that a real human was on the other side of the battle. But he didn’t do this for Barack when he took his position…

He looked into Joe’s eyes and saw that glimmer again, that’s what it was– a sparkle suggesting something more.

Unless his eyes were deceiving him, Joe was moving closer to him, but only slowly, holding it all back.

Donald took the initiative and grabbed the other man by the tie and became one with him in a heated embrace charged by deep-seated grudges and newfound vigor.

“A bit risky, Donnie, isn’t it?” He said as he looked up into the eyes of the man he once thought of as his arch nemesis.

“That’s my modus operandi.”

“I know.”

Joe pushed Donald onto his back on the oval office desk and began taking off his tie. It was all so wrong, but it was all ecstasy.

Joe ran his hands down the man’s body, feeling out the map to his lover’s heart.

But then there was a noise.

The tall figure of Donald’s son made a long shadow in the golden hour. The two men had to quickly gather themselves as the boy approached; they succeeded in the nick of time.

Barron would always wonder why Joe Biden’s fly was down in his father’s oval office.